All My Children belongs to ABC and Disney. The characters are theirs as well, and I don't mean to imply anything about the sexuality of these actors. This is just fantasy. Do not pass this around or archive without asking me first. Don't read this if you aren't over 18 or the age of majority in your area.
If there is any response, I will write another chapter. AMC has such hot guys I'm surprised there aren't any stories out there about them. If you have anything to say, e-mail me at knack6@hotmail.com
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"Fleeing the country, resisting our attempts at questioning, and, oh yeah, being a general pain in the ass. Tell me, Mr. DuPres, do you have anything to say on your behalf before I put you in jail for the rest of your miserable life?"
Straight from the raspy throat of Pine Valley's DA and gubernatorial candidate, Jackson Montgomery. Leo rolled his almond-tinted eyes, and tried not to recoil at the hot breath blasted right into his face. Deadpan, he answered the condescending question as best he could.
"Yes. Next time you have Thai for lunch, use a mint."
Jack stepped back and laughed mockingly, shook his head, put his hands on his hips. So typical of assholes who think they're above the law, Jack thought to himself. He'd show this young Eurotrash punk. Leo was staring at him right now with those puppy-dog eyes, hands folded behind his head as he spread his legs ever-so-slightly in the uncomfortable folding chair.
"So can I go now?"
Jack clucked his tongue. A quick glimpse at Leo's toned thighs stretching against the tight tan khaki fabric gave Jack an idea.
"Just do one thing. Take off your clothes."
As he had hoped, the cocky veneer on Leo's face vanished. His mouth hung open, speechless for once.
"Wh-What? Are you CRAZY?"
Jack chuckled. This was going to be fun. He began circling the chair, gruff, muted sounds gurgling from his throat.
"Crazy, huh? What am I supposed to do with the bastard son of a drugrunner? Have a tea party? You could have drugs on you right now, and I want to know. Like, right here for instance..."
Jack rubbed the material covering Leo's ample cheeks. Leo bolted upright, boyish features reddening. He had seen these types of dominance games with the cops in Europe, but he'd always assumed Pine Valley PD were a more genial group. Apparently not.
"This is an infringement of every right ever written and I am definitely leaving RIGHT NOW!!!"
Before Leo could get to the door, Jack backhanded him. Stunned, Leo rubbed his scarlet cheek.
"You walk out that door and I'll bring you, your pretty little wife, your whole damn law-breaking family in here! Now do as I said."
The last part was a low, dirty growl. Greenlee was Leo's breaking point. She had just lost her father and her relationships with her mother and best friend were strained, if not completely broken. The last thing she needed was a tirade from the rabid dog tearing at Leo's pant leg.
"Fine," Leo sighed, defeat in his voice. There was an unholy glee in Jack's eyes that Leo had never seen before. He had no way of knowing, but Jack had conducted a violently passionate, torrid affair with his older brother Travis since their teens. His death a few years ago had been a crushing blow. Jack had never indulged himself in other men, but Leo constantly, half-knowingly teased, with his pretty boy face, his pouty lips, the swish of his hips as he swaggered away in leather trousers.
Leo stood in the center of the room, taking a deep breath. He had entertained men before, for money, food, a roof, but those were not the happiest memories. He tried to control the tremors in his hands as he hastily unbuttoned his dress shirt. His nipples were erect, pointing from beneath the blue fabric made sheer by his sweat-stained chest and arms.
"Slow down," Jackson barked, standing casually against the door while Leo degraded himself.
Leo slacked his pace, peeling off his second skin to reveal his leanly muscled torso. As he prepared to remove his shoes, Jackson instructed him to turn around and take his shoes off by hand. Leo complied, blood rushing to his head as he bent over. Jack whistled as his derriere pressed tight against the seat of his pants. Leo cursed under his breath as he realized his other head was beginning to stand up and take notice of the situation.
Trying to will himself down, he thought of Palmer Cortlandt and Phoebe Tyler mud wrestling, thought of pollution and death, and hoped that would do the trick. Shoes and socks placed on the table, he turned around again, his belt buckle crackling and echoing in the sparse interrogation room. As he shimmied out of his pants, he prayed for a deflation miracle.
"Is that a wet spot?"
Leo glanced down, a pool of semen turning the front of his grey boxer-briefs black.
"Fuck!"
"Let's save that for later," Jack smirked. He had Leo exactly where he wanted him. "Now let's see the full Leo."
Leo groaned at the position he was in, at the terrible joke, at the continuing hardening of his penis. He inhaled a deep breath, closed his eyes, and yanked his underwear down, his prick slapping stickily against his stomach.
"Put 'em on the table."
Leo did, cringing as his now-hard 7 inches bobbed between his legs obscenely with every step. Jack rubbed vigorously at his encased, ample bulge, clearly enjoying the show.
"Now turn around, and spread your cheeks."
Leo moaned and whined slightly, ignoring Jack's applause as his best feature, his firm bubble butt, was put front and center. Rubbing the tight cheeks, he parted them, whimpering as his thumb nail brushed against his dark, deep love tunnel.
"Stay where you are."
The soulless steps of well-worn soles thumped against the floor. Leo disassociated himself, preferring to be in another world, another universe, anywhere that didn't involve having a dripping dick caused by a dominant DA Daddy. He was brought right back to reality when a very long and skilled tongue invaded his hole, stuttering against his most vulnerable areas, burrowing like a miniature missile to find his prostate. Leo jolted forward, gnawing his upper lip to lower the sound of his stunned pleasure, as Jack found his joy spot and greedily jabbed, over and over and over and...
"Bloody hell!"
Leo froze and nearly cut off Jack's tongue with his sharp squeeze. A third party had joined them.
"Please don't tell anyone. I didn't want to do this. I-I-I..."
Quickly he was unable to speak, his oxygen stolen away by a passionate, sweaty kiss, from a very sweaty man, rubbing his wifebeater-clad stomach and lightly pumping Leo's still-engorged penis. Jack had removed himself from Leo's buttocks of death, and was equally humiliated.
"I know how to keep a secret," Aidan, Anna's sexy British nephew, drawled.
Jack wasn't convinced.
"If you ever breathe a word of this, I will have your..."
"Prostate?" Aidan smirked. What a sexy smirk he had.
Aidan brushed away the threats. He was more interested in the action.
"I ain't gonna tell a soul." Leo and Jack heard him, but their relief was caught up in their arousal as he peeled off his red muscle shirt and revealed his lightly furred chest, covered in spots by sweat and motor oil. And the smirk was back, larger than ever, as he began unzipping his fly.
"Only question is, what do I get in return?"