by James Cox
“You rammed your bike into a peacekeeper car.”
“Yeah, I remember that part.” Very clearly.
“Then it exploded which gave us enough time to put out the fire.”
I smiled. Ouch, no, that motion hurt.
“Then the hover car blew and you did a fucking face plant into the ground.” He sat on the bed as Romeo walked in. The handsome flirt smiled at me. Outlaw continued, “You broke your nose, your eye sockets were bruised, your jaw was fractured. You had glass embedded in your back and a concussion.”
Well, hell.
“And you were gripping your junk so hard we thought you damaged it,” Romeo added.
I scoffed. Priorities. “How long been here?” Wait, that sounded wrong. “How long have I been here?” Better.
“A week.”
My eye went wide. “Harley?” Was he okay? Did the peacekeepers suspect him? I did come from his area of the city.
“Harley’s fine. He’s been monitoring the radio, but he’s not as good as you. He stopped by to see you and um...he had to get some kind of key from you.”
Oh, damn, the cock cage! His poor dick. I shook my head, feeling completely sorry for my ginger man. How the hell did he cope with that thing and for how long? It must have been humiliating to come here and ask for the key to his cock cage.
“We had a few new medics who brought some nice equipment in with them. Saved you from looking like a creature from Earth myths.”
I grinned, that hurt less. My face did feel odd. I licked my lips, which were bigger than normal. My eyes felt swollen too. At least my back wasn’t as bad. “I’ll live.”
“Yeah, you will.” Outlaw shook his head. “Now rest before Harley tries to come down here to check on you again.”
Down here? “Where are we?”
“The caves.” Outlaw stood. “I’ll get some soup in here for you. You took a hell of a fucking risk, Whip.”
“My club. My family.”
Outlaw placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.
I watched him walk away, feeling more content than I should have.
Chapter Seven
Despite the pain, I forced myself to walk around and act normal so I could leave sooner. I missed him. Harley. It was great being back here with my club, but the Irishman put some invisible chains on my balls. I rested for hours, spending the whole day healing but pacing. I wasn’t good at sitting around and relaxing. I liked tinkering with technology, writing programs, playing dominant. This sit and do nothing was grating on my nerves. The entire day passed and even as night wore on, I was bored. My face felt better thanks to some shots that decreased the swelling and sped up my natural healing abilities. Wasn’t the future grand? In the olden days, it’d take days, weeks, if not months, to heal. Now, days later and I was back to normal. Almost. When the sun crested on another day down here, I went to find Outlaw. First because I missed Harley and second, I was the one who should be monitoring the radio. I could rewrite the program to get a better depth of the situation among other things. When I found him, he was outside staring at the wall still standing strong. “Outlaw.”
“Brother. How you feeling?”
“Healed.” I pushed my hair behind my ears, my bracelets ringing as the day started. I could see men on the wall, vigilant and others returning to the cave for a few hours rest. “I feel...useless here.”
Outlaw nodded. “I thought you’d say that.”
“I can return to Harley’s?” I hope that’s what he meant.
“Yup. We have a hover car hidden a few blocks away. Take the tunnel to it and drive to Harley’s. Keep off main roads and out of Peacekeeper view.”
I nodded eagerly.
“We’re going to need you, brother. Our next plan is shaping up.”
“You always have me, Outlaw.”
He squeezed my shoulder. The man looked worn out as he leaned against the rock wall and started out on the front lines of this bloody war. I knew he was thinking about Liam. His lover and our vice president of the club who was doing a stretch in Earth prison for fifteen years. I missed the charismatic VP. That loss during this battle must be hard to weather alone. I turned away, wanting more than ever to get to Harley.
The walk was only an hour in a dark tunnel. My face still had this stiffness to it from healing so fast. I smiled, frowned, stretched muscles as I went. The passageway opened up into a dark garage. Red sand had blown in and was pushing up against the walls. It must be on the edge of the city. The hover car was parked by itself, looking kind of conspicuous. The outside was a dull blue and I hopped in. I’d rather have my bike between my legs, but I guess I couldn’t be picky. It started up without a hitch, probably thanks to Grim. Then I was driving out of the alcove and onto the street. The sun was high in the sky, making the city sparkle and shine. The streets had less people on them as I headed toward Harley’s. I think this battle had everyone on edge. Now each citizen was forced to pick a side and when cornered, a person can do some strange things. When I stopped at a red light, I ducked down some. My hover car looked like all the others on the road, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. The ride was relatively smooth. I kept to side streets, avoiding the main, and soon I was on his block. And don’t you know it, my dick started to harden. Maybe it was the promise of seeing my ginger again. I was anxious, excited, happy.
I drove the car into his garage, making sure to remain there and monitor the door. If someone followed me, I’d simply pull back out and make a run for it. I in no way wanted Harley to get heat for us. After a few minutes, I turned off the hover tech and the car lowered. The door was silent as I forced it open. I needed to calm down. I was rushing to see Harley and it was making me sloppy. I took a deep breath and glanced around. Each step was silent and I waited a heartbeat to continue. It took a full minute to get to the door a few feet away. I checked every darkened corner, the main door, windows. Everything I could possibly verify from here, I did. Then I was at the main door. It was opened slightly, letting in a gentle, fresh breeze. I eased the thick door ajar and stared around at the familiar room. There were more boxes here. The store lights were off. I heard footsteps above and smiled. Locking the entrance behind me, I made my way up the stairs to him.
Harley was standing at the big window facing the undeveloped part of Mars. He had a book in his hand, but it was dangling as he stared out. The reflection flickered and his eyes widened as he saw me climbing the stairs. “W’ip?”
I smiled as I walked to him, pulling him into a hug. His book fell to the floor with an echoing thud. Harley’s arms wrapped around me. “I missed you.” I whispered the words, not yet comfortable with how they made me feel.
“Aye.” He eased back. “Yer okay?”
“Face is still sore.” I took his head in my hands and planted a kiss on him. Our mouths were a frenzy of uncoordinated lust. It was tongue and lips and teeth with saliva. When we parted, we both chuckled, breathing heavily.
Harley brushed his fingers along my cheeks.
“I know, they are still slightly swollen. My jaw’s sore if I chew for too long. It’ll make sucking cock a hardship for a few weeks, but the important thing is that I’ll heal.”
He nodded. “Ya damn near gave me a ’eart o’tack.” He shook his head, sending a few red strands waving. “I saw ya drive yer damn bike into t’em. Fooking idiot.”
I snorted. “Hey. It worked.”
“Aye, but next time don’t work me ’eart so ’ard. I’d ’ate to lose ya.” His easygoing tone turned serious and sober.
“You won’t. I’m harder to kill than that.” I was. We’d been through a lot of shit and probably still would. Wexmen was gathering his troops for a true battle. I’d have to be there for that too. It was the nature of being an outlaw. I hugged him closer, wondering when he’d move inward enough to feel my erection. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
“Yeah?” I lifted a dark eyebrow. “I heard you had to come see me for a very important key.”
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br /> Harley blushed so fiercely, his freckles stood out. “Embarrassed t’e shite out of me.”
I chuckled, finally letting go of him. “If I’d known all that was about to go down I would have saved the cock cage for another time.”
“I saved the bloody t’ing. It’s back in yer box.”
Now, that made me smile wide. “Thank you.” I kissed his cheek, then navigated toward his lips and next thing I knew, we were going at it like horny teenagers. I grabbed Harley’s hips and pressed our lower bodies together. I moaned at the feel of his hardness against me.
“Bloody ’ell, I missed you,” he muttered as I kissed down his neck.
The long column of skin was soft on my lips and I felt the beating of his pulse under my tongue. “The feeling is definitely mutual.” The radio in my pocket began to crackle to life. I growled at the damn thing. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to sink my tongue into Harley’s mouth and send us both into the basement for some fun. “What?” I angrily yelled into the receiver.
A soft chuckle sounded then Outlaw spoke. “I see you’ve arrived safely.”
I let go of Harley and cleared my throat. “Yes. I’m here.”
“Check the program before you two start undressing and...well, doing whatever freaky shit you talked Harley into.”
I grinned. “You got it, Pres.” I winked at Harley. We took the stairs to the main level where Harley double-checked the locks. The sun was just about to set as we moved to the basement. I heard the latch click as I made my way to the main screen. The red-flagged first column was empty. The second had a few messages that I scanned over. “Outlaw?”
“I’m here.”
“I have several raids on screen. Anyone closely associated with the club is getting checked out. They have a list from what I can see and it’s no one that we actually know. Maybe a few cars we worked on.”
“Good. Monitor it.” He paused. “Have some fun, you deserve it and check back in the morning.”
“Understood.” I placed the radio on the table and glanced at Harley, who stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was watching me closely but didn’t make a move to touch me. “What’s wrong?”
“I want ya. Bloody ’ell do I want ya.” He paused and took a breath. “But seeing ya on t’at bed...all broken.”
“I’m fine.” My cheeks were swollen, but I was almost back to normal.
“Are ya sure? I can’t go t’rough t’at again. I like ya too much to see ya battered and almost fooking dead, W’ip.”
He was really worried. It touched me deeply that he cared so much. I walked to him and placed a hand on his cheek. “I. Am. Fine.” I put conviction into my tone. “Bruises and broken bones are part of being an outlaw.”
“Aye.” Harley frowned. “Doesn’t mean I ’ave to fooking like it.”
“Stop cursing.” I pressed my lips to the corner of his lips. “Start undressing.”
Harley’s frown faded. “Are ya sure?”
“Oh yes. I want you naked.” More than my next breath but that seemed a bit dramatic to say. “Now.”
Harley licked his lips and started pulling his shirt over his head.
Damn, I missed him. I missed this. I walked over to my bag, which was on the vacant seat and placed it on the table. The box was on top and I inched it open to see the cock cage packed neatly inside. It made me smile. I doubt Harley would play with that for a while. The contents of my bag were pure kinky fun and I touched a few items with just my fingertips. What should we play with today? Nothing too hard on the face, my jaw was healed but not back to normal. I touched the coarse rope and lit up with a wicked grin. Perfect. Then I pulled out my cane. It was three feet long and very lightweight with this green-brown color to it. I caressed the length of it like I would a dick and placed that beside the rope. What a titillating combination.
Harley cleared his throat.
I turned around, my smile growing as I saw him. He was so beautiful, all pale skin over lean muscle dusted with freckles. I reached out, placing my palms against his pecs. I slid them down his torso, stopping at his belly button and then held his hips. His dick was hard and thick between his legs. Harley’s foreskin was scrunched back showing off his rounded head and a pearly drop. I swiped at the pre-cum with my finger and then brought it to his lips. The cloudy liquid smeared on his upper lip and then his lower making them shine. Then I kissed Harley. We shared the taste of him as I pulled our bodies together. Too much clothing. I sighed as I moved back. My taste buds savored the salty flavor that rushed over them. “Take my shirt off.”
He tugged the black cloth up my body, taking extra caution when he shifted it over my face.
I smiled at that. “Kiss my nipples.” They were hard, prominent as the ring pierced the core. Harley went for the left one first, sucking the decoration and the bud into his mouth. It was a nice push and pull of pain. My dick was already stiff, but this play just secured the lasting erection. “Now the other.”
“Aye,” he murmured against my skin then went to the other nipple.
As he licked me, I ran my hands over his shoulders, his hips, to his backside where I cupped his butt cheeks. Harley moaned with my flesh in his mouth. “Take off my pants.” My breath hitched as he moved to his knees and started to unbutton my jeans. I liked seeing Harley on his knees before me. He yanked on the pants and they fell away. My cock sprung upward. Harley smiled when he saw it and helped the jeans off my legs completely. “Lick my balls while I untie this rope.”
He lifted a ginger eyebrow but complied.
I felt the nudge of his tongue against my sac and picked up the rope. I tugged on the ends as he sucked skin into his mouth. The coarse rope unraveled, thudding as it hit the floor. I managed to hold onto one end though just barely. I was caught up in his tongue licking my balls. “Enough.” I whispered the word. A good sub would always be listening to his master. Harley stopped. I smiled. “Stand up. I want to kiss you again.” Our mouths met and I could taste my salty skin on his tongue. My jaw started to ache a bit so I eased away. There’d be time for more kissing later. “I’m going to tie you up, Harley. I’m going to suspend you from the ceiling so you can’t escape me. Then I’m going to open you wide and penetrate that pretty ass until I’m exhausted. I may not let you come, but that’s up to me. Understand?”
“Aye.” His voice was breathy.
There wasn’t a hook or anything around, pity, so I used a beam on the ceiling, throwing the rope over it. “Put your hands behind your back.” He did. I knotted the rope around his wrists then looped it around his body twice. It rested over his chest and his torso while still holding his hands together. I tugged on the other end of the rope and his arms jerked upward. He gasped, his cock dangling. “Lift your leg.” Harley balanced on one as I weaved the rope around his thigh and then his calf. I pulled the rope until he was stretched enough to feel the burn of his muscles. He was all trussed up, looking gorgeous. One foot flat on the ground, the other in the air, his cock and hole were the perfect height. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape me, and I relished the control.
Harley visibly shuddered.
I grabbed the cane, it was half the girth of my dick for a reason. The top side curved creating a flat end, but the bottom had a rounded edge. I placed that against Harley’s hole and smiled when he gasped. I rubbed the entrance over and over until another fat blob of pre-cum decorated his tip. “I’m going to spank you with this, Harley. Over and over until your skin is red and abused. Then I’m going to ride you so hard you scream my name.” I threatened not to let him come, but it was a bluff. It was all part of the game, showing my control, but I wanted to see his beautiful dick spurt and his cheeks blush. I angled the cane back and gave his ass cheek a slight tap.
Harley jerked.
“Oh, come on now. That was barely a touch.”
Harley glanced back at me, his eyes wide.
I pulled my wrist back and let the cane go a little harder.
Harley jolted hard this time, gr
oaning into the quiet room.
“Do you like that?”
“Aye.”
I gave him another strike with the cane. It was all about the perfect pressure. I wanted it to hurt, to leave his flesh red and sore, but I never wanted to truly harm him. It was a balance that I’d perfected over the years. I slapped him with the cane again, this time cupping his balls.
Harley let out a frustrated rumble of pleasure. “Please, W’ip.”
I chuckled, using the cane to create an abstract redness on his cheek. “I have just started with you, Harley.” I stroked his shaft then gave him two sharp, consecutive strikes with the cane. Harley’s hips thrust forward. The rope sawed over the beam and sent a few loose strands raining down on us. This time I took the round edge and pressed it into his hole.
Harley cried out, his hips working, trying to find that release.
I eased the cane out, spit on it, and then pressed it back in. I fucked him with it, over and over, using spit to ease the way until Harley was a jumble of groans and begging. He was pulling hard against his restraints. I left the cane inside him. The rest of it dangled between his legs. I walked to his face, his head had fallen, and his cheeks were blushed. “Suck me.” I watched as he opened his mouth and took me inside. The piercing in my foreskin strained and sent shocks of pain with my pleasure. “The tip.” I pulled the foreskin back and revealed my reddened head. “Suck. Hard.” He wrapped his lips around me. I felt the passion all the way to my toes. I cried out, thrusting and closing my eyes. Harley’s tongue probed my piss slit. I had to pull out before I came. I went back to the cane sticking out of his hole and slowly eased it free. I squeezed some lube from the table onto it then stuck it back in.
“Fook. W’ip. Please.”
His begging was killing my concentration. I’d have to get him a gag. I pressed the cane deep inside him then grabbed his boxers off the floor. I balled them up. “Open your mouth.” Harley did and I shoved them inside as much as I could. Now his begging was muffled and I could just listen to the sounds of his groans. I stood behind him and rolled a condom over my dick. Then I pressed the tip against his occupied hole. I pressed into him, squeezing myself between his inner walls and the cane. I pushed once, twice, three times before I could get inside him. The lube helped, but Harley was just so damn tight. “Oh, damn, that feels amazing.”