Going Places

Part One: The Undoing

"Shane are ya in there?" a raspy voice asked.

He couldn't hear anything. He was spread across the toilet with his clothes in a pile beside him, balls deep in Jack Anderson, his twenty-something handsome neighbor.

Their moans filled the room, overpowering the knocks. Shane leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Jack reached down to stroke his cock. 

The door continued to knock, but no one answered. "Shane?"

They kissed each other sensually as they climaxed. It was a hot, slippery mess when Shane pulled it out.

The voice got louder. "Come on Kid, I gotta piss."

"I want you to suck me off," he said in a low tone.

Jack reached down and licked the fluids. He licked his lips afterwards.

"Give me more," Jack said with a groan.

"Jack Reacher wants it, huh?"

Jack moved closer and started to grind against him. Shane was in his element. Jack started to jerk him off, and he came some more. He moaned loudly.

The door started banging. "COME ON SHANE!"

His heartbeat started to raise as the thumps got even harder, until eventually the door was shaking. "Shane!"

He pulled back from Jack suddenly. His bodily fluids were in a trail along the floor. Startled, he jumped up. "Quick, hide."

Jack looked around the bathroom. "There's nowhere to hide."

"Oh shit," Shane said, realizing that there were no shower curtains, "I dunno then." He looked up at the window behind him, "And this is jammed too."

Jack sighed and tried to force it open, but it was no use...

"I knew we should have done it in the spare bedroom," Shane hissed.

Before they could do anything else, the handle turned. Within a split second, the door swung open.

Antonio marched in with a screwdriver in his hand and a scowl across his face. He walked over to Shane and pulled him up from the floor, then smacked him against the wall.

"What the hell d'ya think you're doin'?" Antonio hissed as he tightened his grip around Shane's neck. Shane tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn't pry his Tio's strong, rough hands away. "You're twenty fucking two, you should know better!"

Shane started to choke, as Jack tried to pull Antonio back from behind.

In the heat of the moment, Antonio let go. He turned around and punched Jack several times before he fell onto the floor. "You too, what the fuck d'ya think you're doin' to my damn nephew?"

Shane broke free. He whacked his uncle on the back and kicked his legs, but he was too strong for them both. Shane used all his force to push Antonio back for a second. "I-I can explain."

Antonio was having none of it. He shoved harder, until he broke through Shane's barrier to punch him square on the jaw. "Vete."

Shane was visibly shaking as he rubbed his wound. "Tio..."

Antonio scowled back. "I don't give a fuck what you gotta say."

In the heat of the moment, an angered Shane punched Antonio on the nose with his other fist and stunned him for a second. He managed to break free, then run down the hallway, but Antonio soon caught up with him.

He tripped Shane up before he could get to the kitchen, then grabbed him by the arms and trailed him outside for everyone to see.

"This Maricon was fucking another guy in my bathroom," Antonio announced, "Take a good look at him, because this is the last time he'll ever be here."