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"Fuck, yes. You drive like a bat out of hell." He chuckled,
pointed up the road. "You see the exit, speedy?"
"I do. I like the back roads, you know?" They barreled
down the road, turning off on a four lane state highway, one
that showed signs of being covered with snow all winter long.
Man, they needed to get to a beach.
"I know. Dude, we are too far north. We need a coast. A
boat. Some lube."
Oh, hell, yes.
Lots of lube.
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"Yeah, but we can't go down to California, as you won't fly.
And I need to stop off in the Carolinas to settle up with the
ex." Sonny glanced over. "Lube is good."
"You don't want me in a plane, man." Settling up sounded
good, lube sounded better. "And yeah, we've been out of
commission long enough."
"So. We've got a long drive ahead of us. How do you feel
about camp songs and cow poker?" Bastard. Laughing at him.
Sexy bastard too.
"Don't make me beat you. We're just starting to heal."
"You could try. I wouldn't mind. Though knowing you,
you'd go for where I'm shot." That laughing gaze found him
over and over, Sonny driving almost on autopilot. That, more
than anything, told him how much Sonny had healed. It was
nothing like that day Sonny had come to get him, nothing like
the strained, focused determination, hands clenched on the
wheel.
"How did you find me?" They hadn't talked about it, not at
all.
"I know lots of folks, Precious. It took a hell of a lot of
calling around, and some serious bribes. I finally hooked up
with a guy I know in Portland; he runs guns, not my thing,
but he'd heard about you." Shaking his head, Sonny swerved
around some kind of road kill. "Wasn't easy."
"Heard about me?" He shook his head, sighed. "Man, I'm
not worth shit if people know who I am. Not a dime."
"Not about you specifically, babe." One hand reached
down, patted his thigh. "Just about a job that'd gone bad,
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about someone who was teetering on the edge of being not
so useful."
The last word was a deep growl.
"Yeah. Yeah, I was. You came at a good time." The perfect
time. He'd been in serious shit.
"Well, you were in a closet, Precious. That's just not cool."
Again those fingers traced his thigh, soothing as his muscles
jumped.
"Nope." Not cool at all, but that touch? Fucking rocked.
"You okay, Precious? You need to stop somewhere, we
can." He figured that was Sonny's way of being super nice,
because he knew they really shouldn't stop until they were
sure their tail was long gone. Or heck, maybe Sonny really
did want that blow job.
"I'm good. You drive; I'll try to drive you crazy. Time'll fly."
He slid across the seat, close enough to touch.
"Oh, you think you can, huh? I'm told I'm focused when I
drive, MJ." Sonny gave him a sideways kind of look, a little
pat.
"I bet I can." He'd try anyway, fingers dragging down over
Sonny's side.
"Mmm. If anyone in the world can, it's you, MJ." Sonny
kept the car steady, muscles only tensing up a little. "Woody
used to try, but he never even made me swerve. It was why I
knew we weren't a thing, you know?"
Yeah. Yeah, that made sense. He slid his hand up, fingers
teasing through the denim, petting.
"Uhn." He could feel Sonny's cock jump, but the car never
wavered. Sonny was good. It was gonna be a nice challenge,
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something to keep his mind off the long miles they had to go.
And the hundred damned close hotel rooms he was gonna
have to stay in.
"We need a houseboat. Something tricked out with a kick-
ass deck to sun on." He kept petting, kept stroking away.
"Uh-huh. Something we can have one of those pull out
diving boards on." Sonny would look hot diving off the boat
naked, muscles shifting, skin slick with sweat. Those heavy
thighs opened, the car stuttering a little as the pressure on
the gas pedal changed.
"Oh, yeah. A place to grill out. Lots of windows." He
hummed, nuzzling Sonny's shoulder a little.
"Yeah. I ... mmm." He thought maybe, just maybe, he
might be distracting Sonny a little.
"Yeah. I want to see you all stretched under the sun. All
hard." Oh, that was a pretty thought.
"Yeah? Make me hard, MJ. Make me crazy. I swear, I've
never done shit for anyone else like I've done for you." He
could feel Sonny's cock now, pretty much battering at the
zipper of those low-slung jeans from the inside.
"Yeah. Yeah." God, he could smell Sonny; it made his
mouth water.
"Never wanted to just play caveman like I do with you,
man, bash you over the head and drag you to my cave."
Sonny's hand left his thigh, going down under the steering
wheel to pop the button on that straining denim.
"You've bashed me enough. Fuck, I want you." His fingers
slid right down, slipping over that heavy prick.
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Sonny's hips rose and fell, the wheel listing a little to the
right before Sonny corrected. "Say the word and I can pull
over. I like to live dangerously, Precious."
"I really think jail would be a terrible idea." He slid his
fingers over the tip of Sonny's prick and got them wet so he
could lick them clean.
"I ... yeah. I know." He could feel Sonny's heat, hear
Sonny start to pant.
"Yeah." He licked his lips, dropped his hand back into
Sonny's lap.
"Fuck. MJ. I ... damn." Sonny put his hand over MJ's,
pushing him to touch harder. The car barely wavered. But it
did. A little.
"Uh-huh. You smell good. Fucking hot." He leaned, biting
at Sonny's shoulder.
"You feel good. I love your hands. I truly do." Sonny was
on the edge of babbling. He could tell by the way the words
ran together, by the way that big body squirmed against him.
"Find a fucking deserted road. Now." He needed. Now.
"Okay, yeah." They swerved, a ranch road coming up on
them fast, the cattle guard rough as a cob under their wheels.
Sonny drove until they rounded a corner, hiding them from
the main road, then slammed on the brakes, leaving them
staring a couple of open range cattle in the face.
"Get over here," Sonny growled, almost killing him as they
both clunked the steering wheel.
He pushed right into Sonny's arms, lips slamming against
Sonny's. Fuck him. Yes.
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"Mmmph." They kissed hard, Sonny's cock pushing into his
hand, wet-tipped and hard and hot. Eager. Sonny was always
so fucking eager for him.
MJ didn't hold back a bit, just pushed and rubbed, fingers
wrapping around that hard fucking prick.
"Want to feel you too, Precious." Gasping, squirming,
Sonny struggled with MJ's clothes, yanking at his buttons.
"Uh-huh." He groaned, shrugged his shirt off. "Fucking
need you."
Those hands went right to his chest, Sonny's fingers
pinching his nipples, skating past the bruises that still dotted
his skin. "God, yes. What you do to me."
"Yeah. Yeah. More." He panted for it, chest heaving,
muscles just tight as a board.
"MJ..." Sonny bit down on his lower lip, sliding down his
belly to shove a hand at his fly, trying to get beneath. "Need
you to come. Need to come. Fuck."
"Uh-huh. Need to find us somewhere safe. With a bed."
"As soon as we ... oh." There. Sonny got his jeans open,
got his cock out, stroking him in perfect rhythm with the
movement of his own hand. They were just like wildfire
together, hotter than any explosion he'd ever created.
"Yes..." He bit at Sonny's lips, eyes rolling as he pulled and
bucked, hips pumping.
"I. Uhn..." The sound came out long, drawn out, Sonny's
hips pumping that hard cock into his hand over and over, hot
come spilling over his thumb. Sonny squeezed him hard,
hand yanking at him, crazy with it.
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That was all he needed, biting down on his bottom lip hard
enough to split it as he shot.
"Oh, you bastard. If anyone's gonna make you bleed it will
be me." Sonny laughed, the sound wild, and licked his lip,
kissing him with the taste of his own blood strong in it.
Oh, yes. Just. Yes. He felt much less like murder now, lost
money or not. "I needed that."
"Uh-huh. Nothing like a good orgasm after a chase."
Chuckling, Sonny kissed him again, this time slow, lazy.
Sloppy. "We're gonna take a year to go cross-country at this
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