Green Eyes Cry, You Die, page 10
part #2 of Layton Shayne Mystery Series
“You missed a spot there,” Billy said, patting Buck’s ass.
I noticed Buck about to say something, so I placed my arms around him and patted his ass.
“He’s a pain, I know; but he’s got such a sweet ass,” I said to Billy.
“That he does,” Billy said. “You’re a lucky man, Layton.”
* * * *
After rinsing off and toweling ourselves dry, we followed Billy to the movie room. It really wasn’t very fancy. I looked around and directed Alex and Buck to a space in the corner. Alex sat close to me on the left, and Buck was huddled close on my right. Billy sat by Buck, who cringed visibly. The movie room could more aptly be called the porn room, as that’s what was playing. Sitting directly across from us was a buff man with long white hair and a mustache, to the right of him was an angry-looking, short and squat man with thinning brown hair. To the far right was a muscular, pale white, bald man being serviced by a chubby dark tan man on his knees. The chubby man stopped what he was doing long enough to wave and speak to Buck.
“Hey, Buck, I see your friends got here.”
“Hey—oh, hey, Craig, I didn’t recognize you down there,” Buck said.
The curtained, screen door opened, and the sunburnt man from earlier walked in with a tan man, who also had a beard, only his was lighter in color. The sunburnt man looked around, spotted Buck and gave him an angry look, which made Buck lean even harder against me. Lord, the man was squeamish, and quick to make enemies of some people.
“Howdy, Sheriff Clyde,” Billy said to the white-haired and mustached man across from us. “Where’s Virgil?”
“He stayed in the RV, but I got his permission to come in here.”
“You two don’t fill up on the vegan food at the festival tomorrow,” Billy said. “Save your appetites for the steaks I’ll be cooking.”
“We’ll do that, Billy, thank you.”
“You three are welcome too,” Billy said to us.
“Good,” Buck said. “I don’t like that hippie junk. If it were meant for me to eat grass and crap, I would’ve been born a cow.”
Billy let out a loud and funny-sounding laugh, which made me laugh. Then he focused his attention on the TV.
“Oh, this is a hot flick,” Billy said. “The threesome in this one is a goody.”
“Why watch the TV, when we have an even hotter threesome in front of us?” the angry squat man said, looking at me. He was testing me, and daring me to do something, but who was he?
“Now, don’t go getting me in trouble, Jacob,” Sheriff Clyde said. “If they start something, I may not be able to resist getting involved, and Virgil gave me permission for a handjob, at best—nothing more. I’m not putting my twenty-five year relationship at risk for some quick fun.”
So the angry man was Carl’s partner, and his look told me he did not like, nor trust us—shit… he was still glaring at us.
“A good ole’ fashion circle jerk might be fun though,” Clyde said. “It’ll keep me out of trouble, and it’s like my old drag queen friend Miss Lucy used to say, ‘Sometimes it’s easier to take matters in hand oneself.’”
“A drag queen!” Buck said.
I pinched his thigh to get him to shut up, and he covered his mouth.
“Haven’t you ever met a drag queen?” Jacob said.
“Hell no!” Buck said. “What would I want with a drag queen—I like real men? I just can’t believe—”
I quickly kissed Buck hard on the lips to make him shut up.
“Can’t believe what?” Jacob said.
By this time, Buck seemed to catch on that he’d said too much—or so I hoped.
“I can’t believe that a manly-looking guy like Clyde would be hanging out with drag queens,” Buck said.
“Boy, just yank on your junk and shut your damn mouth,” the sunburnt man said from where he was sitting and jerking off.
The sheriff had cleverly managed to let me know he was a friend of Miss Lucy’s and trying to help us; Buck managed to screw that up. Clyde winked at me while he jerked on his large uncut cock. For a man who was clearly in his fifties, he was a good-looking guy. Meanwhile, Jacob was glaring at me even while whacking his junk.
“Want some help there?” Billy said to Buck.
This was getting beyond ridiculous. Alex and Buck were the only ones not hard, and looked as nervous as two street whores in church. Time for me to take matters in hand—literally. Taking Alex’s hand, I put it on my cock and got him started on jerking me off before putting Buck’s hand on my balls. Then I glared back at Jacob, staring him right in the eyes before wrapping one hand around Alex’s cock and the other around Buck’s cock, and jerking them off. It was hard enjoying any of this, when I was getting so damn mad at the situation. Luckily, I never had a difficult time getting it up. The noise of sunburnt man and his partner groaning filled the room.
“Hell, even straight boys can jack off in a circle jerk,” Jacob said.
That’s when something that truly shocked me occurred. Alex got up from his seat and down on the floor in front of me. His mouth got to work on my cock, and it felt good. My mind was completely blown when he pulled Buck down to join him. For one of the few times in my life, I genuinely did not know what to do, so I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Before too long I was the one groaning as I exploded onto my two partners’ faces.
Billy was kind enough to throw us a roll of paper towels that were being passed around, and I used them, noticing that Buck and Alex were also in need of cleaning up.
“That was hot,” Jacob said. “Guess I had you guys pegged wrong. No straight boys could fake that.” He got up and left the room.
“Once you three have finished cleaning up; I’d like you to come meet my partner at our RV,” Clyde said.
“Sure,” I said, still slightly out of it.
“After that, I’m starving!” Buck said.
“I would’ve thought you had your fill of protein there, Buck,” Billy said, then laughed. “You guys come on over to my place after you meet Virgil; I’ll heat up some apple pie, and we can have it with ice cream and whipped cream.”
“Mmm,” I said. “We’ll definitely be there, Billy.”
After getting cleaned up, we went with Clyde to his RV. His partner Virgil welcomed us at the door. The guy looked like a young Clint Eastwood, and was as well hung as Clyde.
“Damn!” Buck said, once he was inside and looking at the left wall of the plush RV. “Look at all the goodies!”
The wall was covered with mounted rifles, knives, and machetes. Clyde took down a large machete and handed it to Buck.
“Keep that nearby tomorrow night; it may save your life,” Clyde said.
“So the zombie sightings are real?” Alex said.
“Damn straight,” Virgil said. “We were here during the last attack, and the only thing that would take those monsters down was chopping them up. And I don’t mean just their heads either.”
“Those things were running around like chickens with their heads cut off,” Clyde said. “No brains in them, that’s for sure. Folks said they looked like they were on some kind of mission—and I agree.”
“Do you have any idea what that mission was?” I said.
“I’d assume it was to find the green-eyed lady statue,” Virgil said. “With the festival tomorrow, they’re bound to try again. That’s why we need to be careful and pay attention to things.”
“How do they know what to look for, if nobody’s ever seen the statue?” I said.
“That’s a good question, and one which I don’t have the answer to,” Clyde said. “Except, someone… or several someones in this area must know what the original statue looks like, which would mean that—”
“That the zombies may be sent after the people, who may know the statue’s whereabouts.” I said, finishing his thought. “In this case, those people would be Billy, Jacob, and Carl.”
“And Carl may be in on whatever’s going on here,” Clyde said. “There’s a reason I pushed so much for you three to do something in the TV room. It was because of what I heard Carl saying on the phone earlier today when I was in the office buying sunscreen.”
“Which was?” I said.
“In a nutshell, someone was warning him about the three of you,” Clyde said. “I don’t think he knows about your connections to Miss Lucy’s group. He sounded more concerned that you were all straight and only posing as gay.”
“Why would we do that?” Buck said.
“The cult here is sort of a do-gooder organization; kind of like the male version of what the old ladies in town have with their green hat society wannabe group. There are some prejudiced assholes in the area that would like to get some dirt on the cult. They already don’t like that it’s a bunch of queers—their words not mine. But people like old Billy, have done a lot of good for folks in the community. We’re always concerned about someone trying to get in here for the festival just to do some big nasty news story.”
“And the call just fed into any concerns Jacob might have had about that,” I said. “By the way, Clyde, thanks for the rescue in the porn room.”
“Not that you needed help in the end,” Clyde said, then grinned.
“That was all something of a huge shock to me, to be honest,” I said.
“Say, speaking of being honest,” Buck said. “I didn’t know Miss Lucy was really a man in drag.”
“Why don’t you ask her about that one?” I said.
“Don’t,” Alex said, putting his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “Layton’s playing with you. Clyde just said that about Miss Lucy to let us know he was on our side and trying to help us. She’s not really a man in drag.”
Buck laughed loudly. “That is funny, and clever too,” he said.
“You really better keep that machete handy,” Clyde said. “You can return it when everything’s said and done.” He took another machete off the wall and gave it to me.
“Although, if the zombies really do eat brains, Buck, you’d be safer than anyone else here, I think,” Virgil said, then laughed.
Clyde turned to Alex and spoke. “I figured you’d be too busy taking photos to handle a weapon, Alex.”
“You figured right,” I said. “And he’ll be taking those aforementioned photos from a safe distance.”
We said our good-byes, then set out for the emerald-colored trailer.
* * * *
Someone was coming out of the porn room and had the door wide open; I noticed it was now empty inside. We walked around the pool and on a trail going left, which passed several small trailers.
“You guys, I just have to say something—and don’t take this the wrong way,” Buck said. “Detective Shayne, the way you handled that situation in the porn room was beyond cool. I am really impressed. You’re beyond cool, and my new idol, alongside my pops. I’m going to strive to be more like you.”
“Stop,” I said. “You’re gonna give me a big head.
“No, he’s right, Layton,” Alex said. “I was really impressed too, by how you played that whole scene. Jacob was definitely hot on our trail, and looked mad as hell when he was staring at you.”
“He was testing me to see what the three of us were all about. Then he was daring me, so I did what I had to. Thanks for following my lead,” I looked at Alex and hoped he understood what I was getting at, but it was Buck, who replied.”
“Oh my God, Alex, you were awesome too! The way you pulled me down on the floor next to you. I can’t say it was hot—I mean I got off and all, obviously. But it was because of the adrenaline rush, man. I guess what I’m trying to say,” he patted Alex on the back, then me before continuing. “I know why what happened, happened. You two are a couple, and I respect that—what we did tonight was just an act to fool the bad guy, and I get that too. So, don’t worry about anything, however, if you guys ever decide you do want a real threesome—”
“Quit, while you’re ahead, Buck,” I said, stopping where we were. “Why don’t you go on, I want a few minutes with Alex?”
“I hear you, boss,” Buck said, racing forward.
I held Alex’s hand and turned to him. “Are we OK, babe?”
“Yeah,” Alex said, before starting to walk again.
I held him back, so he’d stay still, then held his face in my hands, kissed his forehead, and looked him in the eyes. “Truth time. Why did you go there in the porn room?”
He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me back in the eyes and spoke. “Because, when I saw how Jacob looked at you, I remembered why we were here. I know firsthand how bad things can get, because of what we dealt with in Shelby. We wouldn’t be here, if the world wasn’t in danger again, would we?”
“No,” I said, then hugged him. “I love you more than anyone in this world—always remember that.”
“I will, and I think our boy Buck is in awe of you right now. We probably won’t have to worry about him… for a while at least. I’m not going to run out and do what we did tonight any time soon, but it wasn’t the most horrible thing I’ve done.”
“So, how was it kissing Buck?” I said laughing.
“We weren’t kissing. Our lips just met when we were sucking on you.” He smiled.
I slung my arm around him, then lowered it, in order to pat his ass.
“It was kind of hot having two studs blowing me.” I looked at Alex, laughed loudly, then ran toward the emerald-colored trailer.
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Visitors Galore
When we entered Billy’s trailer, which had an open-style interior, Buck was already sitting at the table eating apple pie a la mode with whipped cream.
“Were we out there that long?” I said.
“No,” Buck said. “But I did say I was hungry.”
“Let me fix you two some pie,” Billy said. “Is it ice cream and whipped cream all the way around?”
“Hell, yeah, and don’t be skimpy on the whipped cream,” I said, then smiled, put my towel on the seat of a chair across from Buck, and sat. Alex sat down next to me.
“Damn, Buck,” Billy said, from the kitchen. “You almost look happier eating that ice cream and pie than you looked munching on your man’s goods.”
“I like pie,” Buck said, with his mouth full.
“I do like men who know what they want,” Billy said. “My Philip was the same way.”
He put a plate of pie à la mode in front of me, and one in front of Alex. After getting his plate of pie à la mode from the kitchen, Billy joined us at the table.
“I was reading about Philip being the original founder of this place,” I said. “It was on your website.”
“He found the land; and me being a lot younger than him, helped with all of it. I was a young man back then and better able to manage things.”
“Do you have any pictures of the two of you together; I’d love to see what he looked like?” I said, trying to be as casual as possible.
“If you guys want, I can pull out the photo album after we finish dessert,” Billy said.
We all stopped to stare at Buck, who was licking his spoon, and probably would’ve licked the plate if we weren’t there.
“There’s more pie and stuff in the kitchen, if you want, Buck,” Billy said.
“I want,” Buck said.
Billy stood and started to take Buck’s plate when he stopped. “Aww shit, I’ll just bring the ingredients out here.”
“I’ll give you a hand,” Alex said, following Billy into the kitchen.
They returned with a carton of vanilla ice cream, the apple pie, and a can of real whipped cream. Buck and I both got more pie and ice cream. I lifted the can of real whipped cream in the air and turned to Billy.
“Real whipped cream… Billy, you’re a man after my own heart.”
Billy laughed.
Once we were done eating, we sat in the living room. Billy, with Alex’s help, brought out cans of Coke for all of us. When he left to get his photo album, I stood and looked at the photographs in the room. I was back in my seat on the sofa in between Alex and Buck, when Billy returned with the album. I held the book in my lap, and Billy stood over it pointing things out. The first few pictures were of a very young Philip.
“Damn, Billy!” Alex said. “Your man was cute.”
“He was downright hot with his blond hair and blue eyes, not that I have anything against brown hair,” Billy said, glancing at Buck.
Then I saw what I’d been hoping to see.
“What’s Philip got in his hand, Billy,” I said.
“Oh, that’s one of the original green-eyed lady statues.”
“One of?” I said.
“Oh yeah, there’s—let me see how many.”
“Please don’t tell me three,” I said.
“That’s it!” Billy said. “There are three of them.”
“It doesn’t look like much to me,” Buck said. “Were the eyes really emeralds, or just cheap glass?”
“They’re real emeralds alright,” Billy said. “You should’ve been here the day the green eyes cried emeralds all over town.”
“Wasn’t that scary?” Buck said. “Didn’t the zombies come too?”
“We learned how to handle those guys real quick.”
“How’d you do that?” I said to Billy.
“You hang on to that album a sec, and I’ll show you.”
He left, and we continued looking through the album.
“Ooo yeah!” Buck said, looking up. “Now that is really nice, Billy!”
Alex and I looked up and saw naked Billy holding a huge farmer’s sickle.
“Can I hold it, pleeease?” Buck said.
“Billy’s been waiting to hear you say that all day,” Alex said, then laughed.
“Don’t laugh too much, guys,” Billy said. “This sickle came in handy when we had to chop those bastard zombies up. Chopping ‘em up is the only thing that works. Shooting them only slows them down for a minute or two.”
“Why didn’t you just throw the damn statue away?” I said.
“Philip was stubborn about that. He liked the attention and notoriety it brought him. The man was a big show-off, but he had a good heart. If he would’ve thought the zombies would come back again… and it was because of the statue—he would’ve been the first one to destroy it. The thing’s only clay, after all. A good hammer would do away with it.”
