Road Trip, Volume 1

by BA Tortuga

  “MJ!” Sonny cried out, shaking, skin flushed and hot, cock jerking. Head thrashing from side to side, Sonny moaned, so close that MJ could feel it move through him.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Sunshine. Right here.” His hips jerked, slamming into Sonny now, driving.

  It took no time, really. No fucking time at all and Sonny was coming, liquid heat spilling right into his hand, those aftershocks squeezing him hard.

  He lifted his hand, licked it clean as he moaned. The bitter-salt flavor pushed him over, head slamming back as he shot.

  “Fuck. Oh Jesus fuck.” Sonny yanked him back down for another kiss, tongue fucking his mouth.

  MJ got one hand under Sonny’s nape, tilting the man’s head so the kiss could deepen. When they finally came up for air, he couldn’t see straight, could hardly breathe. Sonny just blinked at him, petting him clumsily.

  “H… hey.” Oh hell, he was meltier than cheap ice cream. God, he was never moving again. Ever.

  “Uh-huh.” That got him a smile, as goofy as could be, Sonny pulling him down and nuzzling his neck. “Damn.”

  “Uh-huh.” Damn was right. Possibly guh. He’d also take uhn.

  “Not hallucinating, by the way. Just you.” Well, he supposed that was a compliment.

  “Good. Wanted you to remember.” He took another kiss, and another, cock slipping free from Sonny’s body.

  “That’ll stick with me a bit, Precious. No urge to knock your teeth out.”

  “Good. Hard to eat bacon without teeth.”

  “Mmm. Bacon.” God love a redneck. They settled a little, Sonny holding him tight. “After.”

  He nodded, cheek on Sonny’s shoulder. “Yeah. Later. This works for now.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Man, he could get used to this so easily. He really could.

  All the more reason he needed to schedule a new job. And soon.

  SONNY WATCHED MJ pace, the little high-tech cell phone in his hand, headset on. That thing had to have international capacity. Man, that boy’s toys just fascinated him. The conversation, not so much.

  “No, I need to be on the next… uh-huh. Right. That long? Okay…,” MJ said, sighing as he hung up.

  Staring at him from the easy chair, Sonny shook his head. “How do you feel about Aruba? Or maybe Barbados?”

  “I love Barbados. Love it. Fucking love it. There’s a half-million-dollar job with my fucking name on it first, though.” MJ shook his head, hand running through his hair.

  “Well, now. That’s quite a paycheck.” Shit, he couldn’t make that in a year. And it was kinda hard to compete with. Sonny needed to buy more drugs.

  “No shit. I’m thinking I deserve a long vacation after it.” He got a bit of a look, MJ admiring him. “A good long vacation.”

  “Yeah?” Well, that was promising at least. “So kidnapping you and putting you on a boat now would be counterproductive?”

  “Yeah, given that the men I work for don’t, uh, accept no for an answer. You’d end up with some scary fuckers breathing down your neck.” He got a half smile, a nod. “I wouldn’t want you killed, Sunshine.”

  “I like my neck where it is.” Well, shit. Sonny sighed. Ah well, Woody was giving him hell, wanting him to come look at the new operation. “When do we leave?”

  “Eight days. I’ll take a nice leisurely fourteen-day cruise, do my job. I could be back in your neck of the woods in six weeks, should you want to take a ride in the ’stang.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can do that.” Eight days. Hoo yeah. “So we have a bit of time.”

  “We do. You got a plan, Sunshine?” That eyebrow cocked, eyes twinkling.

  Well, he always had something in his head. Or, you know, his cock. “I’m thinking, yeah. Now, we could play tiddlywinks.”

  “We could. Or pick-up sticks.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Sonny grinned, spreading his legs a little as his cock started to fill, his loose swim trunks hiding nothing.

  MJ’s eyes fastened onto his crotch, tongue wetting those lips. “Or. Uh. Follow-the-leader.”

  “Oh, I like that. Like truth or dare. Like hide-and-seek, if it means your mouth on me….” Sonny groaned.

  “Truth or dare works. Take off the shorts.” MJ’s hand started rubbing that hidden prick, working it. Nodding, licking his own lips, Sonny rose up and shucked his shorts, his cock springing free. Yeah. Fresh air. MJ took a deep breath, nodding. “Just like that. You’re a good-looking man.”

  “You think?” Sprawling, he put on a show for MJ, touching himself from chest to thighs.

  “Indeed I do.” MJ leaned against the wall, thumb sliding up and down along the ridge, pushing against the tight jeans.

  “So. You get to start.” God, that felt good, watching MJ, his own hand doing exactly what MJ’s did. Definitely more follow-the-leader than truth or dare.

  “I thought I did.” MJ just kept staring, kept watching. “Truth or dare?”

  “Hmm. Dare.” He always liked dare more. Always.

  “Come here and take my pants off.” He got a wild-eyed grin. “With your mouth.”

  Oh, the bastard was good. Sonny got up and stalked over, sinking to his knees easily. His ankle wasn’t even tingling anymore. That was good. MJ’s bruises had all faded too. That wasn’t so good. Still, the dare had been to get the pants off. Hands behind his back, Sonny worked the button and zipper with his teeth, cheek pressing MJ’s crotch.

  MJ whimpered, lips parted, hips starting to rock, rub against his mouth. This game might not last long. The good ones didn’t. Sonny brought one hand around, touching himself as he pulled cloth aside with his teeth, nuzzling into the cloth to get to flesh.

  “Mmm….” MJ’s fingers felt good, sliding on his scalp, petting him. “Don’t get all distracted, Sunshine….”

  “Me?” He almost let MJ feel his teeth, just the tiniest scrape, before using his cheek to smooth the cloth down, nudging it with his lips.

  “Uhn. I. Uh. Uh-huh.” Mmm. Incoherent MJ. Nice.

  Yeah. That was damned good. The pants finally slid all the way to the floor, and Sonny rubbed his face against that fine prick like a cat. The man smelled good—horny and male, musky and just fucking right. Salty clear drops slipped from the tip of MJ’s cock, taunting him.

  Still, he sat back on his heels. His dare was done. “Truth or dare, Precious?”

  MJ stretched, cock just bobbing. “Dares are way less dangerous, dude.”

  “This is very true.” Sonny sprawled back on the floor. “Suck me.”

  “Oh, very inventive.” MJ knelt down, tongue dragging along his inner thigh, cheek nudging his balls.

  “Hey, I never claimed to be good at new shit…. I know what I like.” That mouth made him insane. Ever since MJ had rimmed him. God.

  “You smell good.” That tongue moved over him, teasing and tasting as MJ spread him wide.

  “Not sucking.” Laughing, Sonny arched up, trying to get more, closer. Good.

  Lips wrapped around one of his balls, the suction gentle but enough to feel, to drive him bugnuts crazy. Oh fuck. He should have said suck his cock. His balls were so sensitive. So touchy. He would come in no time. Sonny reached down, stroked MJ’s hair. MJ’s tongue slipped and slid over his sac, tickling him, the suction steady, sure. Oh fuck. Those fingers slid against his hole, teasing the living hell out of him.

  “MJ. Not playin’. Gonna… oh fuck. Jesus.” He was thrashing, begging, hard words falling from his lips. MJ bucked up, lips dropping down over his cock like a lead balloon, just crashing down.

  “Uhn.” It came out in an explosive sound, his hips rising and falling, cock fucking MJ’s mouth like there was no tomorrow. They moved together, MJ’s head, his hips, rocking and driving, and sweet fuck, it was good. Hot.

  Oh. Oh, he could maybe make it long enough…. Sonny pulled at MJ, trying to get his body to turn. MJ groaned, taking a second to figure out what he needed, what he wanted. Then MJ shifted, moved across the floor. That heavy cock got close enough to his mouth
for him to get hold of it, start sucking.

  Yeah. Yeah. He could do that. Fuck, he loved the feel of MJ in his mouth, that sweet mouth around him. Sonny grabbed MJ’s ass and started sucking, his head rising and falling. They moved together, both of them moaning and grunting, sucking like they were starving men.

  So much for their truth or dare. There was truth in this, though. The pressure and the salt and the hard muscles and heavy breathing, all of it made sense. Sonny groaned, sucked harder, pushing, so close to the edge he ached. MJ had all of him, had taken him deep, swallowing, tugging around the tip of his prick.

  That did it. Sonny just came like a ton of bricks, swallowing hard around MJ’s cock, his hips pumping up and up. MJ groaned, pulling at him, swallowing hard. Drinking him down even as the prick in his mouth jerked and throbbed.

  Sonny moaned, still working that sweet prick with the flat of his tongue, his own pleasure almost secondary.

  Weird.

  Soft pants tickled the inside of his thigh, MJ open-lipped, gasping. “Oh, Sunshine. Wow.”

  “Yeah.” Goddamn. Wow wasn’t even close. They were like a fucking flash fire. Or an explosion. Boom.

  “Still smell fucking good.” MJ nuzzled his balls, lips soft and gentle.

  “You’re addictive, Precious.” He licked his lips and MJ’s cock. Damn. Gently, he wiggled right around to take a kiss, just wanting it, which was still so odd.

  Those eyes stared right at him, the kiss deep and sweet and stealing his breath.

  They just weren’t much for playing games, were they? Either kissing or killing. Sonny’d go with MJ as far as Florida, and then they’d go their own ways long enough to get some work done.

  But if MJ didn’t drive right down and get him with that sexy-assed ’stang when he was done?

  Sonny was gonna get more morphine.

  Chapter Ten

  MJ COULD smell it as they got close to shore. Florida was out there. Waiting. Fuck.

  He and Sonny hadn’t said much, had fucked like bunnies and watched the skies. He needed to get off soon. In fact, he’d be picked up off the boat right before dawn; the little boat was due at five. He’d head straight up the coast for a few billion hours, then across to Detroit for equipment, then to Seattle to deliver a couple of packages.

  Boom. Boom. Boom.

  Sonny rolled over, big body stretching, muscles sliding under skin and fuzz. “You’re already on the job, huh?”

  It wasn’t a complaint, from what he could tell. Just an observation.

  “Planning it, yeah.” It used to be easier.

  “Yeah?” One leg drawn up, Sonny sat up against the headboard, sorta watching him curiously, head tilted. “Why?”

  “It’s a big one. Bigger than any others I’ve done. Used to feel less serious. Less like… working.”

  “Well, maybe it just didn’t seem so much like they’d break your legs if you didn’t do it.” He got a grin now, those pitch-colored eyes twinkling for him. “You know, that makes it a little more pressing.”

  Break his legs? Dude. They’d remove his spleen with their teeth. “You think?”

  “Oh yeah. I mean, me? I just run the risk of going to jail. Or, you know. Getting cracked up in an accident.”

  “No accidents. No cracking. Jail I can spring you from.” He winked over. “You owe me a road trip.”

  “I do.” Sonny shifted again, teasing him. He knew it. MJ’d learned the signals by now. “In your car, you said, though mine would be good too.”

  “I haven’t gotten a chance to see yours yet.” And that was a shame. “You staying at the Wilmington house?”

  “I can use it as a base, sure. That way you can find me.” Grinning, Sonny shrugged. Those shoulders… he could fucking rhapsodize about those. “I’ll have to get away from the coast to find a new base, but that’ll be day trips, maybe overnight.”

  “Cool. I contacted the real estate lady. You’re officially a tenant. Called you…. Uh. Mr. Sol. She’ll be nice.”

  Sonny hooted. “Well, why didn’t you tell me you’d just planned my time? Do I have tea with your momma too?”

  “I haven’t planned any fucking thing. I just figured you’d rather spend your felonious time on your work than on looking for a place to stay.” Like his mother would have anything to do with Sonny. She’d read his aura, threaten to give him a high colonic, and start burning sage.

  “Uh-huh. You’re pacing, Precious.”

  Bastard. Laughing at him. “I am not. I’m thinking.” He didn’t pace. Fucker.

  “I knew I smelled smoke.” Okay, Sonny hadn’t pushed like this in days. Maybe weeks. How long had they been in Jamaica, for Christ’s sake?

  “Suck my ass, man.” What kind of decent comeback could you have to that one? He’d heard it for years—years—and there wasn’t anything cool to say back.

  “I have. Come on over and I will.” Sonny had too. First day on the ship. The man’s mouth blew his mind. “Unless you need to pace some more.”

  “I have to keep my thighs strong and tight, you know?” He went, though, didn’t he? Of course he did.

  “You do. Lord knows, MJ, you have fucking amazing legs. C’mere and show ’em off.” As soon as he got close, those hands were on him, pulling him into their bunk. It smelled like sex. Strongly.

  His thighs went tight and hard, sort of like his cock, but less “bounce, bounce, notice me” and more “hello, I’m a big, bad stud.”

  “Uhn.” Sonny bent, bit one, teeth sinking into his muscle. Those big hands cupped his ass, pulling him close.

  He growled, head falling back at the burn. He wasn’t going to pull away, though. Hell no. Not a chan…. Oh. Oh fuck yes. “Hungry bastard.”

  “Always. I tell you, Precious, if I coulda got my hands on more drugs….” Long, heavy licks traced the join of his thigh and torso.

  “Not gonna get to drug me again.” Fuck, that felt good.

  “Oh. You think?” Ow. Well, more like ooh. But also… damn. The man was gonna eat him alive. Sonny laughed against the side of his cock, those teeth grazing his most sensitive skin.

  “I know.” Fuck, his prick was just begging for it, bobbing up and down like one of those scary puppet things. The whole puppet idea went away as Sonny pulled him up to straddle that wide chest, sucking him like there was no tomorrow, mouth hot and wet and taking him all in.

  He might have started babbling, started groaning and making promises and shit. He didn’t know. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that mouth on him. Sonny gave it to him too, putting extra oomph into it, sucking him until he thought his brains might leak out his ears. His balls drew up tight-tight, hips pushing furiously, fucking Sonny’s mouth in deep, quick bursts.

  “Mmm-hmm.” The sound vibrated around him, went right up his spine as Sonny gripped his ass, Sonny’s thumbs spreading his cheeks, pushing at his hole.

  He pushed back against that touch, jerking as he was stretched, come just pouring out of him in a rush.

  The mouth. God, that mouth. Sonny just took it all, licked him clean, this long, happy growl making his skin tingle.

  “Mmm….” He rippled, happy little sounds pulled right out of him.

  He finally slipped out of Sonny’s mouth, settling back against Sonny’s waist. “Oh, that was way better than watching you pace, MJ,” Sonny said, grinning up at him.

  He rubbed his fingers against those lips, shaking his head. “Yeah. Yeah, your mouth is something.”

  “I’m a little oral, you know?” Nipping the pads of his fingers, Sonny grinned. “So, you jumping ship?”

  He was surprised into telling the truth. “In a couple hours, yeah.”

  “Yeah. You looked like you were gonna go over the side.” Giving him a casual shove, Sonny got up and went to get a beer out of the minifridge. “Asshole.”

  “Just a working man.” He settled, just watching for a minute. Man, he’d spent six weeks fucking this man, and Sonny didn’t even know his real name. Fucking bizarre, how life worke
d.

  Guzzling the beer, Sonny wandered back over, handing him one too. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Same here. Shit, I just been enjoying the time off, is all.”

  “Yeah. Me too. I’m thinking this next paycheck could buy a lot of time off.”

  “It could.” Shit. Cold. Asshole pressed that beer bottle right to his belly, making him yelp. “I was thinking of selling out my interest to Woody.”

  “Yeah? You and Woody a thing?” Not that he was jealous.

  “We used to be.” The shrug didn’t have that elaborate casualness that Sonny gave MJ when he was lying. “He said I was too combative.”

  “You? Combative?” He snorted, trying to figure out if they had time for him to make Sonny scream before the boat came. “You’re a pussycat.”

  “Oh, sure I am. Real sweet. Kind to my aging grandma, good to my parakeet. Problem is, I tend to order Woody around, and he can handle that as a partner, not as a lover.” He got a wink and a grin, Sonny giving him a hopsy kiss.

  “You have a parakeet? For real?” He smiled into the kiss, sucking Sonny’s bottom lip. That was somehow extremely cool.

  “I do. I’ve got finches too. I have this great Vietnamese lady who feeds them.” Sonny rolled them, his beer bottle bouncing away, spewing foam.

  “You’ll have to show me. I want to see your life.” The kiss got desperate, sharp around the edges.

  Sonny’s cock prodded his hip, one heavy thigh spreading both of his so Sonny could rub on him. “You will, Precious. If you’re not back to me when I think you should be? I’m coming for you. Remember that.”

  “I’ll count on it.” His hand found Sonny’s hip, started rocking them together.

  “Uh-huh. Yeah.” One hand cupped the back of his neck, the other his ass. “Harder.”

  “Uh-huh.” He squeezed, moaning into Sonny’s mouth. Yeah. More.

  “Yes. Please.” That cock left a wet trail on his skin, Sonny starting to sweat, skin beading up.

  “You want me?” Willing? One more time?

  “I do. Yeah. Fuck, yes.” Sonny kissed him, leaving his lips burning, tingling.