Road Trip, Volume 1

by BA Tortuga

  “Don’t come at me with a needle or a rifle, and you should be mostly safe.” Pretty much. For now. He had a soft spot for wounded animals.

  “Cool.” Tucking his cock back into his shorts—and yeah, washing his hands again—Sonny headed on out, leaving the coffee brewing, smelling really good.

  MJ got himself a cup of coffee and followed along, face lifted toward the sun. Oh, nice. Warm. Bright. He approved. He finished his coffee and got out there just in time to see Sonny strip off the shorts and wade into the water. Nice. He had to approve of that too.

  He followed suit, stripping right down to nothing and wading in, moaning as the water splashed up onto him. Oh yes. That was just what the doctor ordered.

  “Good, huh?” Wading out a bit farther, Sonny flipped over on his back and floated, grinning over at him.

  “Not bad at all.” He smiled and sank into it, riding the waves. God, he did love the beach.

  “Mmm.” Sonny sounded like a big fucking cat, all purr. Those long arms moved gently, keeping Sonny afloat.

  This was the fucking life. This was why he did what he did—protecting the water and the mountains and the sky so people who loved it could take care of it.

  Well, that and the money wasn’t bad.

  Warm fingers grazed his hip, Sonny grinning as he swam closer.

  “Hey. Don’t float off. You’d have a bad time limping back.” He didn’t shiver. He didn’t.

  “Oh, should I use you as my anchor?” Those fingers curled around his thigh, pulling them closer.

  That parted his legs, balls dangling, lapped by the water. “Then we’d both have to find our way back.”

  “You’ll keep me close to shore. You’re that kind of guy.”

  Oh. Oh damn, Sonny was exploring, slipping down to cup him in one hand.

  “You sure you won’t get us killed?” He couldn’t remember if this was a “let it all hang out” place or a “protect your nuts at all costs” place.

  “We’re pretty private.” He got a wet grin. “I made sure of it. Helps when your traveling companion is unconscious.”

  Bastard. His hand shot out, goosing Sonny’s ass good and hard.

  “Ooph.” Sonny flailed, going under for a moment before popping back up like a bobbing cork. “Man, you’re awfully brave. I could’ve grabbed something sensitive.”

  “I am fearless, man. It’s in the job description.” Fearless, dexterous, and possibly able to talk his way out of almost anything.

  Except being kidnapped by a meth-lab loony.

  Sonny chuckled, moving back in, clinging like a barnacle. Talk about dexterous. “So how do you get a job like that?”

  “It’s sort of a volunteer thing. I have clients who find me, let me know what they need, and I let them know if they need me.” He had principles.

  “Yeah, but….” Sonny turned to float on his belly. “How do you gain those particular skills, Precious?”

  “How’d you learn to do what you do?” Asking questions was always easier than answering them.

  “Shit, I grew up doing it.” Making lazy circles around him, Sonny went on, “My granddaddy was a ridge runner. My uncles all ran illegal beer and cigarettes. It’s in my blood.”

  “Yeah? Illegal cigarettes like weed?” Illegal cigarettes…. Bizarre.

  “You really have a skewed idea of what’s legal, man. Anything that Uncle Sam doesn’t get his taxes on is illegal and highly sought after.” Splashing him, Sonny laughed and struck out, swimming strongly out into the bay.

  MJ chuckled. Legal, illegal—he sort of avoided that whole issue, if possible. It was sort of… fluid for him. He didn’t follow Sonny, really. He just started moving, letting his muscles stretch and work, making him feel good.

  It wouldn’t pay to get sloppy. Though, really, he could rest a little bit after being beaten and drugged and… yeah. Hell, Sonny still looked like he’d been through the mill, dark bruises standing out on his skin, easily visible in the clear water.

  He was still studiously avoiding looking at his own face and throat in the mirror. He’d caught a couple of glimpses before, and, damn, he was not winning any beauty contests. It wasn’t all vanity either, damn it. People remembered bruises and bloody noses.

  “You’re gonna drift away with the tide if you keep thinking that hard, Precious. What’s up?” God, that man swam like a fucking eel.

  “Hmm? I was just looking at your bruises and wondering how mine were doing. I’ll have to be healed before I start thinking about taking another job.”

  “You bruise so well.” One dark eyebrow waggled. Asshole.

  He slapped some water across, eyes rolling. “Don’t make me beat you. Again.”

  “Oh, like you could.” They’d had this discussion about a zillion times, hadn’t they? Sonny just kept poking it, though, like a kid with a washed-up jellyfish. “You’re something else, MJ, I tell you what.”

  “So I’ve been told a few times.” Man, what accident of karma threw him into Sonny’s path?

  “I bet. You probably have this effect on most folks.” Sonny flipped to his back again, skin shining. “Though I have to admit, I’ve never kidnapped anyone before.”

  “No? You were so good at it; it felt very natural.” His hand reached out, slid along Sonny’s back almost of its own accord.

  “Thanks. I try. My daddy always said you should excel at whatever you do.” Humming, Sonny pushed into his touch, all male animal. All happy male animal.

  He chuckled, thinking of his own father with his little wire-rim glasses and his closet full of BDUs. Yeah. The man was a fan of excelling.

  “I’m sure he’s proud. You’re rather focused.” Psychotically focused.

  “You have no idea.” He got the hottest damned look before Sonny swam back in toward shore, then finally stood and waded out. That same look came again as Sonny glanced back over his shoulder. “You coming?”

  Man, the comeback for that question was so easy.

  Too easy.

  Vaguely cheesy.

  Too bad he couldn’t resist.

  “That depends. You going to spread pretty for me?”

  “Spread what? Mayonnaise? A blanket for a picnic?” That damned satisfied chuckle made him want to crack Sonny’s skull.

  He snorted, hauling himself out of the water, feet dragging on the sand. “Your legs, Sunshine. That pretty ass.”

  “Sorry, I’m not on the market. Glad you think it looks good, though.” Stopping just inside the door, out of the sun, Sonny waited for him, hooking an arm around him as he got close enough. “Take me back to bed, Precious. I’m pooped.”

  “Pooped and demanding.” Sounded good, though. Bed. Pillows. Nappage.

  “Hey, don’t you know that’s why I brought you with me? To fulfill my every whim?” Wet, hot, and damned fine against him, Sonny limped with him into the bedroom and hauled him down on the bed.

  “Is that what it was? I thought it was extreme psychosis on your part. It’s good to know.” He curled right in, worn completely out.

  “I got you to get me Twinkies, didn’t I?” Sharp as anything, Sonny’s chin dug into his collarbone as they snuggled together, one of Sonny’s hands landing on his ass. Which was awake now, at least.

  Which was better. Numb asses just sucked rocks.

  Really.

  Chapter Eight

  SONNY SWUNG in the hammock, one foot rocking himself lazily. Sun. Sand. A weird-assed ecoterrorist to snuggle with. The only way his vacation could be better was if MJ would offer up that amazing ass for him to fuck.

  It didn’t look like that was going to happen, but, hey, he’d never thought he’d kidnap anyone and haul them to Jamaica either.

  Lord, that had been fun. Maybe he should buy some more morphine and take MJ somewhere else. Aruba. Barbados. Hell, maybe they should go to Australia. He peered down at the floor of the porch, where MJ was spread like a two-dollar whore, naked as a jaybird and sunning himself. He didn’t seem to be showing any signs of withdrawal.


  The man had some amazing ink. Black and spiky, flowing over that belly, over one pec, down the opposite thigh.

  There was even a faint etching of the same pattern on the base of the man’s cock, just brushing the ball sac.

  Damn.

  He’d noticed that before, but he’d been entirely too hurty to do anything about it. Three days of swimming and sunning? Yeah, his ankle felt better. Sonny pondered. MJ’s blanket thingee was bigger than his hammock and way sturdier. He’d go down there.

  He swung out of the hammock, sat on the blanket cross-legged, and started tracing patterns. “So what does this mean?”

  “That one on my thigh means warrior and peace, sort of swirled together.”

  “Yeah?” He touched it, feeling the roughness of hair, the smoothness of scar tissue formed by the tat. “It’s pretty.”

  “Thanks.” MJ smiled, skin hot as hell.

  His fingers wandered, tracing up to caress the line between torso and thigh. “Did you go to college?”

  Okay that was out of the blue, but somehow he wanted to know. What did a guy study that made him go, hmm, I wanna blow shit up for peace?

  “Yeah. Berkeley first, then Cal Tech.” That sounded so much like a rote answer, but whatever.

  California. Yeah. That belly was flat and fine, calling his fingers. Damn. The man frustrated him, made him want to holler a lot, but damn.

  “Mmm. Feels good. What about you? You go to school?” MJ arched, rocking up just the barest bit. Sensual little shit.

  Sonny bent, licked at the fine hairs trailing from MJ’s belly button down. “No. Was going to, but it just didn’t work out….”

  Yeah. He’d got that beaten right out of him, that urge to study.

  “What did you want to…. Mmm…. What did you want to study?”

  Oh, look at that cock fill.

  “Russian literature. Hotel management. Underwater basket weaving. Shit, I just wanted to go drink beer and ogle pretty boys.”

  Damn. The ink around that cock was much easier to see now.

  MJ chuckled, shook his head. “I never liked literature class. I was an engineer.”

  Well, duh.

  “Makes sense.” Sonny figured he was something of an engineer himself. One hundred and fifty proof. God, MJ smelled good. All he had to do was turn his head and his lips were at the base of that hot prick. So he did.

  “Uh-huh….” Fuck, those blond curls were soft as hell, slick, sweet.

  His fingers and his lips met, his hand curling around MJ’s cock to pull it to his mouth, his tongue coming out to taste.

  “Oh.” That was a sweet sound, damn near as good as the flavor of that hot fucking skin.

  Almost. Sonny figured he might be a little oral. He licked again, really savoring it, the heat and salt, the sea and man taste.

  MJ stretched out, thighs tight, shaking just a bit before settling down, spreading a bit.

  “What kind of engineering? Electrical? Chemical?” He grinned, breathing hard on the skin he’d just licked, looking to see where the ink went from there.

  “I…. Electrical. I like to…. Oh fuck. I like to make things work.” Oh, look at that. It had to fucking hurt, a needle pushing into that sensitive skin.

  “Did it hurt?” he asked, just not able to resist, licking down along the design, his cock aching at the thought of MJ just getting off on it, getting inked and moaning and writhing.

  “Yeah, but it was…. It’s hard to explain.” Oh, there was a story there.

  He’d need to know that, he figured. Later. He’d make a note to ask later. Right now? He’d settle on licking those balls one way, then the other, cupping underneath with the flat of his tongue.

  “Oh. Hot.” MJ sounded a little stunned, a lot horny, just moving and rocking on his tongue.

  They’d done at least a dozen hurried hand jobs, but this was their first slow taste. His first real taste. Sonny was finding MJ fucking addictive. He licked and sucked, the soft, wrinkled skin just amazingly hot and firm.

  MJ made some great fucking noises—some high and breathy, some deep and rough, depending on where his mouth was.

  Sonny stopped short of rimming MJ’s ass, even though he wanted to. He figured it might ruin the mood, and God knew, he didn’t want to do that. So he moved back up, sucking the head of MJ’s cock into his mouth.

  MJ’s feet slammed against the floorboards, a sharp cry ringing out. Oh hell yes. That was fine.

  The man just made him hungry, yes, indeed. He had a kick like good ’shine, enough to intoxicate. Sonny went all the way down, sealing his lips to the line of tattoo around the base.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh….” MJ twisted, pushing and moving, trying to get deeper into him.

  He could have been a bitch and held the man down, but Sonny was needing so bad…. He cupped that muscular ass in his hands and let MJ fuck his mouth.

  Fingers slid down, brushed over his head, his ears, filthy fucking words pouring down as MJ gave it up, hips rocking furiously into his mouth.

  That cock was thick, salty-bitter, and just long enough to nudge the back of his throat. Sonny breathed through his nose, lips and tongue working, his hand coming up to pull at MJ’s balls just a little too hard.

  That was all it took, MJ grunting and jerking, just giving it right up for him.

  Fuck yeah. Oh fuck yeah. A man could live on that taste for months. Sonny sucked MJ right down, licking him, sparing only a half second’s hope that the man was clean.

  MJ’s ass landed on the blanket, and he groaned. “Oh God. Your mouth.”

  “Mmm.” Humming, Sonny licked the tip one last time, pressing his tongue into the slit just to catch it all. “You like?”

  “Fuck, yes.” His head was caressed, stroked, petted. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Grinning, he crawled up to straddle MJ’s thighs, stroking his own cock, which poked right up out of his soft shorts. He needed to come in the worst way.

  MJ’s hands joined his, pumping away, being a helpful little shit.

  “Oh hell yes.” Sonny let his head fall back, one hand moving on his cock, the other going back to brace on MJ’s leg to give him better leverage, more thrust.

  “Look at you, man. Fucking sexy.” MJ was watching, lips open, hand working the tip of his prick, rubbing in circles.

  “Damn. Hell. MJ. God.” His whole body shuddered, his cock throbbing, so close. So close.

  “Uh-huh. Let me see it.” MJ’s free hand tweaked his nipple good and hard, electricity zinging through him.

  That did it. Whoa. Sonny arched, his cock jerking madly as he shot all over MJ’s hand and arm, a harsh cry coming from him. “Damn. Yeah.”

  MJ groaned, nodded, hand working him through the aftershocks. He took MJ’s hands in his, eased them away. Man, that made him sensitive as hell, made his belly rock-hard. “You got good hands, Precious.”

  “They keep me in pennies.” MJ stretched up, wiggling a little in the sun. “Sunshine.”

  Chuckling, Sonny slapped MJ’s belly, watching fingerprints rise on the tanned skin. “You? Are purely something.”

  His nipple got pinched, hard as all fuck. “No slapping.”

  “Why? You like it too much?” The sting made him remember what he’d meant to ask. “So what about the tat?”

  “Huh? What about it?”

  “You said it was a long story.” His fingers found the base of MJ’s cock. “I got time.”

  “I go to a couple of guys between jobs. One on the West Coast, one in Singapore, one in Samoa. They….” MJ shifted a little, grinned. “Take care of me.”

  “That’s not a story.” He petted, knowing if he was sensitive, MJ had to be positively twitchy. Sonny pinched the tip of MJ’s cock, so lightly. “Tell.”

  MJ arched, belly going tight. “Easy, man. What do you want to know? I started small sections, found out I liked it, you know? I got a whole thing with it.”

  “No, I want the story of this one.” Did it hurt? Did you like it?

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p; “Oh.” MJ’s cheeks went pink, eyes rolling a bit. “I got into some trouble, got fucked-up, thought my ass was grass. I needed something after it, something to make me… uh. You know. Something to make it all work again.”

  Sonny stared. “It works just fine, Precious. And no, I don’t know. Do tell.” Why this was so fucking important, he didn’t know.

  “It’s not that big of a deal, yeah? There’s this guy. He and I used to fuck after he inked me. He noticed that things weren’t up and bouncy, and he told me he could help.” MJ’s eyes were fucking hot, cock filling again, sure and slow.

  “And it helped?” God, he could just see that, someone putting a needle to MJ’s skin, then bending over and taking MJ’s pretty cock up the ass.

  “It did. It burned like fucking fire, and I got hard. Swore I was going to come in black like the ink.”

  “It’s hot, Precious. Real hot.” Stroking, easy and soft, Sonny stared at it, imagined it. Fuck, what a visual.

  “When he wrapped me up, started riding, I just…. Man. He had me spread-eagled on this chair, just there to ink and ride.”

  “Goddamn.” He wanted to fuck MJ so damned bad. He wanted inside, just to feel. He traced that cock again, fingers slipping down to follow the tat. “I…. MJ.”

  “Yeah.” MJ arched, eyes rolling back into his head. Fuck, look at that. Fucking pretty.

  Sonny shifted, rubbed, his own cock almost hurting as it grew, lengthened. “Want you.”

  “Yeah. I hear you. I know about wanting.” MJ’s eyes just dragged down his body, tongue slipping out to wet those lips.

  “Let me, MJ. Please?” Goddamn, he’d never begged for it in his life, but he wanted so bad. Needed it.

  “I never have.” MJ’s hand found his cock, just barely touching. “You going to let me?”

  He arched, his head falling back. One good turn deserved another, right? He wasn’t no fucking chicken. “I… yeah. It’d be fair.”

  “You can’t hit me during either.”

  “I’m not going to.” Lord, you hit a man a few times and he started expecting it. Sonny chuckled. “And you can’t try to rip body parts off.”