by Kim
This follows The Observations of a Crow in the M7-SoA crossover A/U.
"Hey Vin," Buck said.
"Hey Buck," Vin said. "What's up?"
"Like to go upstairs," Buck told him.
Vin was surprised. Since the night Chris had taken the red light off, Buck hadn't asked him for so much as a hand job. But, Buck was the club VP. It wasn't for Vin to question anything he wanted. "OK," he said. "Blow job OK with you?" he offered. Ezra had made it clear; there was no refusing the request of any officer. If Buck wouldn't settle for a blow job, Vin would have to give up his already hurting ass. He was relieved when Buck smiled and said, "Sure."
"Let's go," Vin said. He got up carefully, trying to hide the ache.
"You want to use the bed or the chair?" Vin asked when he closed the door.
Buck sat in the chair. "I think I changed my mind," he said.
"Changed your mind?" Vin asked.
"I don't think I want a blow job, after all," Buck said.
Vin's heart sank. His body was aching and sore, but he could get on his knees with a minimum of discomfort. Getting fucked right now would be agony. Maybe he could talk Buck out of it. Vin went to his knees. He squeezed Buck's cock through his jeans. "I want to suck you off," he said. "I've been wanting to suck your dick again, since that first time." He squeezed Buck's cock again. "I want to give you the best blow job you ever had," he offered. He reached up to unzip Buck's pants.
Buck's hand caught Vin's hand and moved if off his cock. "I don't think so," he said. "Take your clothes off."
Vin closed his eyes. Fuck! Couldn't something go his way, just once? He tried once more. "Ever had your balls sucked?" he asked. "I want to suck every inch of you, your dick, your balls, your ass. Ever had a tongue in your ass before? There's nothin' like it."
"That all sounds real good," Buck said kindly. "But, I'm in the mood for something different. Get undressed."
Vin sighed. "OK, Buck," he said. He got up, not entirely able to hide the pain of the movement. He stripped his clothes off. He noticed that Buck wasn't undressing. Maybe Buck wanted Vin to do it for him. Vin laid his jeans across the dresser and stood before Buck naked. "Like what you see?" he asked.
"No," Buck said quietly."I don't like what I see." Buck reached out and brushed the bruising from where Eli Joe or Marshall had gripped Vin's hips so tightly. "What happened?" he asked.
"Nothin'," Vin told him. He sat on the bed. There hadn't been a lot of members left in the clubhouse; maybe when Buck was done with him, Ezra would signal closing and he could go to bed. "How do you want me?" he asked.
Buck ignored the question. "I want to know how you got those bruises," he told Vin.
"Somebody got a little enthusiastic," Vin said. "Can we get on with this, please?"
"Ezra told you to come to me or Josiah if anyone crossed the line," Buck said.
"Nobody did," Vin said. "You gonna fuck me?" he asked.
"No," Buck said and shook his head.
"Why'd you come up here?" Vin asked.
"Put something on," Buck said. "You're done working for the night, so make it comfortable. Then we'll talk."
"Nothin' to talk about," Vin said, but he got a pair of soft sweat pants and a matching shirt out of a drawer and put them on.
"I think there is," Buck said. "We got off to a bad start. That first night was business," he said. "Chris screwed up and it had to be fixed."
"I know," Vin said. He eased down on the end of his bed almost succeeding in hiding his discomfort. He stared at the floor and toyed with the rumpled bedding.
"That's not how it works here," Buck said. "Have you seen Lydia or Inez or any of the other girls beat up?" he asked.
Vin shrugged.
"You haven't," Buck said, "because it doesn’t happen. Sweet butts put out for any member, that's the rule for sweet butts."
"No shit," Vin said sarcastically. "What the fuck do you think I've been doing all this time?"
Buck ignored his question. "Everybody around here has rules," he told Vin. "One of the rules is nobody gets hurt." He twisted his head until he could meet Vin's eyes. "Nobody," he repeated. "That includes you. Tell me what Eli Joe and Marshall have been doing."
Vin shrugged. "Nothin'," he said.
Buck sighed. "You don't trust me not to use whatever you tell me against you. I wouldn't trust me if I was in your place, either," he said. "But, you can trust me."
"OK, Buck," Vin said. "I trust you. If you ain't gonna fuck me, can I go to bed now?"
Buck laughed shortly. "If you're going to try to sell a load of shit, you'd better work on your delivery," he said.
"Fuck you," Vin said. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Hit the light switch on your way out." He started to get into the bed.
Buck's quiet words stopped him. "My mother was a hooker."
That got Vin's attention. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Buck. "You shittin' me?" he asked skeptically.
Buck shook his head. "She was a good woman and a great mom; and every day of my life she was a hooker. More than once my mom came home with bruises, some asshole john had given her. She took that shit to put food in my stomach and clothes on my back. It wasn't right then, and it's not right now. So, tell me what Eli Joe and Marshall have been doing in this room."
Vin shook his head. "I ain't stupid enough to complain to the club VP about a member."
"You're not stupid," Buck said. "You're just a guy in a bad spot with no one he trusts to do a damn thing about it."
"It ain't that bad," Vin said. "They ain't hittin' me or nothin'."
"What are they doing?" Buck asked.
"It ain't a big deal," Vin said. "I'll be OK to work tomorrow."
"I don't give a shit if you work or not," Buck said. "What I do give a shit about is somebody in my club in my house hurting somebody. That shit isn't happening here. I don't give a fuck if it's Eli Joe and Marshall or the goddamn president of the club doing the hurting. It doesn't happen on my watch. Not to anybody. I saw my mother come home hurting and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. This I can do something about. Tell me what the fuck they've been doing."
Vin didn't know what to think. Buck sounded like he meant what he said. But, Buck was the VP and Eli Joe and Marshall were members. Vin was a sweet butt. They weren't playing with the same deck.
"They're rough," he said quietly. "They're the kind of guys who'd rather grab and pull and shove than ask."
"What else?" Buck asked kindly.
Vin looked up in surprise. How did Buck know there was more?
"A guy grabbing you doesn't make it hurt when you move," Buck told him. "It doesn't make it hurt to sit."
Vin closed his eyes. "They fuck me," he said and met Buck's eyes again. "At the same time."
"Assholes!" Buck muttered in a disgusted tone. "Not anymore," he told Vin. "You don't have to take that kind of shit. If a guy wants a blow job, you give it to him. If he wants to fuck you, bend over. That's it. Anything else you can say no to. It doesn't matter what it is or who it is. You can say no."
Vin snorted, "Right."
Buck sighed. "Nothing I can say will make you believe that, will it? he asked.
Vin raised his chin. "No," he said defiantly. "The customer is always right ain't bullshit in this business."
"It's bullshit in this house," Buck said, "because I say it's bullshit." His voice changed. The friendliness and kindness Vin had come to associate with Buck iced over. "Tomorrow, you ask Lydia about Tom Wickes." His voice softened. "For tonight, get some sleep," he said.
NEXT: Just Might (Make Me
Believe)