Road Trip, Volume 1

by BA Tortuga

  “I was worried. I’m better now.” Paddy didn’t want back in the car, didn’t want to leave this bed. Wanted to hold him.

  “I can tell.” Paddy’s thoughts had slowed almost completely, making him smile at the gentle rhythm of the mental wanders. Paddy nodded, tongue just barely tracing his lips. “Mmm. So, there’s food out there if you’d like, but otherwise I think snuggling is in order.” Pressing hard against Paddy’s body, Neil took another kiss, then another.

  Paddy wasn’t hungry. Paddy needed and was fighting the urge to just beg him for more—more kisses, more touches, just more. Oh, there was no way he was going to make Paddy beg. Neil swarmed on top of Paddy’s sturdy body, legs straddling Paddy’s hips so he could rock and kiss at the same time. Oh. Oh, better. Good. Now. Neil. Love. Paddy’s joy just bubbled over, bouncing against him.

  That was exactly what he needed. Neil rolled his hips, letting them really go together, letting his tongue push into Paddy’s mouth for a long taste. Heatneedyesnow was what he got, and Neil moaned, jerking and panting. Paddy’s hand curled around his ass and squeezed, pulling them tight together. Oh, yes. Just right there. Goodness.

  “Paddy. Love.” Sometimes you had to say things out loud. Sometimes you could only use voice to go by. Gracious, it felt good when his cock rubbed into the hollow of Paddy’s hip.

  “Yeah. I want.” Paddy’s heels dug into the mattress, hips pushing up against him and giving him more friction, more skin.

  “Oh.” Oh, yes. His cock ached, leaking hot droplets on Paddy’s skin. They could go slow in a minute. Right now they both needed fast. Paddy’s chin bumped Neil’s shoulder as he nodded. With him. Paddy was right there with him. He pulled Paddy so close they could have shared skin and humped, both of them gasping for breath. When it got too big, Neil let it out, grunting as he came hard, Paddy’s name on his lips.

  Paddy watched him with huge, fascinated eyes that found him beautiful. Honestly beautiful. Him. He reached for Paddy’s cock, wanting to make Paddy feel just as good, knowing that Paddy was the beautiful one. And his. All his.

  “Neil.” Paddy’s eyes rolled, hips jerking and pushing that velvety shaft right over his palm.

  “Yes, Paddy. Yes, love.” Now. It had to be now. It was all just too much.

  “Uh-huh. Now.” Wet heat splashed over his wrist, Paddy’s face a study in pleasure. Neil watched, soaking in every detail. So lovely. Utterly perfect. Paddy gave him everything without holding back. What more could a man ask?

  “Better.” Paddy laughed, lips on his jaw, searching for his mouth. “Much better.”

  “Indeed.” Stretching out for a more thorough exploration, Neil stroked Paddy’s hip. “So what now, love?”

  “Can we make love?” Such a simple request, but heartfelt. “I just want to keep touching you, have you touch me.”

  “Of course we can, sweet.” He would love that. “Now, you’ll have to go and ask for the lube….”

  He got a look, one copper eyebrow arching quite impressively. “We can improvise. We’re smart.”

  “You’re a genius.” Laughing, he tickled Paddy’s ribs, pleased as he could be to play. When Paddy squirmed, he knew he’d hit pay dirt, and Neil really dug in. Paddy’s laughter rang out, filled with that honest joy he’d become fascinated by, addicted to.

  They rolled across the bed for long minutes, Neil taking full advantage of Paddy’s ticklish nature before finally calming them both. “Oh, we needed that.”

  “Yes.” Paddy nodded, stubbled cheek abrading his nipple, just enough to make him tingle. His skin drew up, his nipple tightening with a sudden, hard intensity. Stretching, Neil rumbled a little, letting Paddy feel through his thoughts how good that was. Paddy smiled, scraping again and again before the soft touch of Paddy’s tongue soothed him, made his cock fill.

  “Again, love.” He’d take that touch over and over. It was addiction personified. Sometimes he feared how he needed it.

  “Uh-huh.” From rough to silk-smooth, sharp to gentle, Paddy woke every nerve in his nipple. Then, after a pleasurably torturous tug, Paddy switched nipples. His back arched, his hands opening and closing on the sheets. Neil groaned, wanting to touch back but caught in the endless loop of pleasure Paddy put out for him, loving on him. Of course, from the sounds Paddy was making, he was doing very well. Paddy hummed and murmured against his skin, nothing but desire and comfort leaking through to him.

  When he finally got his hands to work, he put one to combing through Paddy’s hair, the other to stroking Paddy’s nape. So sensitive there. The rambling trail of thoughts shattered again, Paddy’s focus and need sudden and complete and his.

  “Mm-hmm. You see, don’t you, Paddy? Yes.” He humped, hardly able to think, amazed at the heat his body was generating.

  “In me. Neil.” He wasn’t sure if that was a request or a statement of fact. Paddy wasn’t sure either.

  “Get my fingers wet, then, love.” Two of them trailed over Paddy’s lips, teasing. Neil couldn’t tease long, but he could just enough to see Paddy’s skin flush that delicious color. Then Paddy’s mouth sucked his fingers in, the image of Paddy sucking his cock, pink lips swollen and hot around his prick, sudden and sharp in his mind.

  His prick leaped at the idea, his blood pounding in his veins. Later. They could do that later, after they’d had a nice hot shower. Now he wanted Paddy, all the way, inside. His fingers left Paddy’s mouth with a pop, Paddy nodding furiously. “Inside. I need you. I need to feel.”

  “All right, love.” He wasted no more time getting his fingers down where they could slip right into Paddy’s body, going deep with a single push. Moving them in and out, he opened Paddy up, getting his lover good and ready.

  Paddy’s body held him close, the muscles rippling against his fingers as they moved together. Oh yes. Paddy was eager for it, shifting and sliding, bearing down toward his touch.

  “Get my prick wet, Paddy. I can’t wait much longer.” And he couldn’t let go, couldn’t move away or stop watching long enough to slick himself up.

  Paddy licked his own hand, reached down and slicked him up with a few swift, sure strokes. “It’s enough. It is. Now, Neil.”

  “Anything.” He pulled his fingers free, and he moved into position easily, then pushed his cock into Paddy’s tight-tight heat. All the way. Until he thought he might die happy.

  Paddy rose up on his elbows, their mouths coming together as Paddy bore down, hips rocking him inside that amazing heat. Yes. Oh, sweet man. Neil gritted his teeth, rocking, moving his hips to get more and more of Paddy’s warmth. How he needed this, needed Paddy.

  Paddy nodded, wrapping around him, legs and arms pulling him in deeper. That tight hole didn’t want to let him go either, Paddy clinging to his cock, drawing him back in. They just moved, and it got to where Neil cared not a whit what sort of noise they made. Let those bastards hear them. He groaned, humping harder, his prick feeling like it could drive nails. Paddy had forgotten everything but him, the focus almost enough to drown him, to fascinate him. It wasn’t quiet, like he would have thought it would be. No, it was just overwhelming Neil, Neil, Neil. It was enough to make his balls draw up so tight they hurt, and he clenched his hands on Paddy’s hips, yanking hard.

  The pure pleasure from Paddy’s orgasm hit him a millisecond before his own did, both of the sensations slamming together inside him. Neil cried out, the sound echoing through the room, his own climax going on and on as he bucked and shook. Oh good heavens, yes.

  “Love.” Paddy tugged him close, held him so tight he had to work to breathe. Not sick. No more being sick. His Neil. No more drugs.

  “I’m fine, sweet. Just fine. I promise. And with any luck, they won’t need to drug us. We’ll be very good until we figure this out.” He could be very good. Mostly. Probably.

  “Okay. Good.” Paddy nodded, cuddling in. “Should we sleep? Try to figure out what next?” Escape?

  “We need to bide our time for an opening.” Neil put his arms around Paddy, kis
sing and stroking, soothing them both. “We’ll know.”

  “Okay. Okay.” Paddy nodded, sighed a little. “My mom’s gonna be worried if I don’t call her soon. It’s been a long time.”

  “Well, we’ll have to ask your friend.” He didn’t think they would let Paddy call. He was supposed to be dead.

  “Boomer? I don’t think he’s my friend anymore. I think something happened to him.”

  Something, indeed. Something horrific that even Neil did not want to tease the edges of unless he was angry and needing a weapon. “He didn’t kill you, did he? I imagine you can reason with him.”

  “No. I don’t think he did. You’d tell me if I was dead, right?” Paddy winked, the joke just barely pulled off with that quiet worry underneath it.

  “I would. I am not in the habit of making love with zombies.” Kissing Paddy hard, Neil held on tight, the closeness making him happy deep inside. “I need to rest a bit more, love. I swear, they were trying to bump me off.”

  “Yeah. I’m pooped. Maybe they’ll let us stay a couple of days, huh?”

  He doubted it, but perhaps. Those two in there were….

  Busy.

  Again.

  Good Lord.

  “Oh, if we leave before next Thursday, I shall be amazed.” He could hear Sonny in his head. Sonny intended to keep at MJ until neither of them could walk.

  “Mm-hmm.” Already asleep again, Paddy just nodded, hands still petting him, even in dreams.

  They would sleep. MJ and Sonny would shag. And when it came time to rejoin the battle, he might have an idea or two.

  He hoped.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  MJ SPENT an hour and a half in the shower, soaping and scrubbing and masturbating and not thinking and just… yeah. He was feeling a touch penned in, with the closed doors and the closed windows and the fucking hostages and all. Not a ton, just a little, but he needed some time in the shower while Sonny fed their guests and dealt with them and….

  It was fucking quiet out there.

  He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and peered out the door. “Sonny?”

  “What’s up, Precious?” Sonny wandered into his line of sight, scratching, an unlit cigarette dangling from the hand not on his balls.

  “Just quiet out here. You kill them?” He reached out, grabbed the cigarette. Those things were bad for you.

  “Nope. They’re fed and back in the cage.” Sonny raised a brow. “You taking up the habit?”

  “Nope.” He tossed the nasty thing into the trash can. “Tall, pale, and British decide to stop puking?”

  “Looks like. He just has some nastyass reactions to drugs.” That speculative look he knew too damned well came into Sonny’s eyes. “I wonder what he’d do on something hallucinogenic.”

  “Could be interesting. Could be extremely messy. Let’s wait until we’re on the boat.” Then they could just throw the man overboard if he started puking.

  “Okay.” Shrugging, Sonny wandered back out into the hotel room and out of his sight. Dammit. He growled and followed, not worrying about his jeans that were probably soaking up water off the bathroom floor.

  The pack of cigarettes dangled now, Sonny teasing him with it. “I have more, Precious. Never you worry.”

  “They’re bad for you.” He judged the distance. He could go for the Marlboros or Sonny’s balls.

  Smokes.

  Balls.

  Smokes.

  Oh, what the hell. He wanted Sonny’s balls.

  He tackled low, taking Sonny down with a thud.

  Sonny oofed, and the pack of smokes went flying as Sonny grabbed him, holding on while they skidded. That worked nicely. He leaned in, lips open over that bulge in Sonny’s jeans, breathing out. Groaning, Sonny wiggled to get his lips in a different spot. Pushy asshole, always topping from below.

  He pinched that tight ass, good and hard, which just made Sonny buck harder. Dammit.

  Sonny grinned wildly. “Gonna eat me up, Precious? I might like that.” Yeah, that cock was hard as anything.

  “You love it.” He blew again, lips pressing just enough to make Sonny shift. Might like it. Bastard.

  “Uh-huh. More.” One of Sonny’s hands left his shoulder and opened the top button of those tight jeans, fingers brushing his mouth.

  “You didn’t get enough last night?” Fuck knew he didn’t. He didn’t get anywhere near enough to scratch his itches. He licked at Sonny’s fingertips, biting a little.

  “We have days and days to make up for.” Oh, man, when Sonny grabbed his own crotch like that, hand circling to get some good friction and rubbing the back against MJ’s mouth? It really ramped him up.

  “Mm-hmm.” His mouth fastened on Sonny’s hand while he started trying to get to that fine prick. It couldn’t be good for the man’s balls, wearing jeans that tight. Not that he wanted Sonny to stop, mind.

  That zipper finally let go, and Sonny pulled that sweet cock out, rubbed it on MJ’s lips. “This what you want, Precious?”

  The temptation to say “No, you asshole, I tackled you for the exercise” was huge and nearly irresistible, so he went ahead and did it. Then he leaned up and sucked the cock in question right in. The sound Sonny made was gratifying and had him keeping the rest of his smart-assed thoughts to himself. Hell, he lost them altogether when Sonny grabbed his head and started fucking his face like there was no tomorrow.

  They rolled so they were on their sides, Sonny’s cock buried in his throat, his fingers tearing at those jeans so he could get at Sonny’s hole.

  “God. MJ. Fuck. Yeah.” Sonny helped, wiggling so he could slide the denim off Sonny’s hipbones and down those thighs. Sonny kicked the damned things off and lifted one leg and there. Oh, yeah.

  He slipped his fingers in his mouth on the next slide down, slicking them up before he shoved two right into that tight ass.

  “Fuck!” That whole big body twisted, bucking, pushing Sonny’s cock deeper into his mouth. Sonny was cussing, grunting, sawing back and forth. Hell yes. He swallowed hard, quirked his fingers to peg Sonny’s gland, rub the little nub good and hard. That had Sonny thrashing harder, hands opening and closing in MJ’s hair, and Sonny started begging. “Precious. Fucking A. Need. God. Please.”

  That’s what he needed. He added another finger and buried his nose in Sonny’s pubes. Come on. Give it up. Mine.

  Sonny shouted, coming hard for him. Like a ton of bricks. Spunk filled his mouth, Sonny’s cock jerking over and over. He drove Sonny, stroking and sucking all the way through the aftershocks, easing up when things got too sensitive. When he looked back, Sonny was laid out on the floor, arms flung out, chest heaving. It was a fucking amazing look for Sonny, all flushed and sweaty and melty.

  MJ chuckled, licked the line of dark hair under Sonny’s navel. “Better?”

  “Huh? Better than what? Ice cream? Fried pie? You win.” Sonny grinned down at him, cheeks and forehead still damp.

  “Better than Twinkies?” He knew what Sonny craved.

  “Well… for that you’d have to fuck me.” Asshole. Beautiful, grinning asshole.

  Oh, he so needed to bite Sunshine for that shit-eating grin. Mmm. Warm. Salty. Sonny-flavored. He pushed Sonny’s thighs open, finding another spot on one inner thigh.

  “Mmm.” Sonny’s rumble came deep and happy. “You’re hungry, Precious. Am I better than Ding Dongs?”

  He thought about it a second. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

  Now that was surprising. He spread Sonny out, biting one more time.

  “Harder.” Man, Sonny was all about him. That was enough to make him forget the itch and hotel room and everything but the feel of Sonny’s skin and the taste of Sonny’s sweat.

  “Pushy.” He bit good and hard, leaving a mark the man would feel along the seam of his jeans all day long.

  “Just needing.” He could see that, the way Sonny’s cock was trying to twitch back to life. That and the way Sonny shifted, restless as fuck. MJ nodded, thumbs spreading Sonny’s
ass so he could taste there. He knew something about needing.

  “MJ! God, yeah. Gonna fuck me, Precious? Inside….” Sonny was babbling now, which he just fucking loved. That man’s voice, all deep and scratchy, just did it for him.

  He was, but first he was going to make his own personal Sunshine beg for it, lick until Sonny was wet and ready and fucking needing him. Thighs opening wide, Sonny planted those feet and pushed against his mouth, grunting and rubbing. That skin was so hot it all but burned, and Sonny’s hole seemed to grasp at his tongue, pulling. Fuck him raw, that was. Uhn. Way better than jacking off in the shower and worrying if that fucking Brit had tasered Sonny. He thrust deeper, hand dropping down to tug his prick just a little.

  “Mine. That’s mine, you son of a bitch. Gimme.” Those hands tugged at his scalp hard enough to make his eyes water, Sonny trying to get him to move up, to put his cock to good use.

  “Greedy.” He scooted right up, settled himself between Sonny’s thighs. “Fucking want you.”

  Like the best motherfucking drug ever.

  MJ slammed in before Sonny could snap back with “Then take me, Precious,” and fuck, wasn’t it deep that he knew that, knew what the redneck bastard would say?

  “Uhn.” Sonny stared at him, eyes dark and almost dazed, so damned full of need. Beautiful man. Then Sonny rocked up with those hips, really getting them moving.

  “Uh-huh.” He stopped worrying or thinking or anything unnecessary, because damn. Sonny. Fucking. Right now.

  Those too-long-to-be-real legs wrapped around his hips, and Sonny went to town, pulling him over and over again. Then Sonny yanked him down for a kiss, bruising his lips all to hell. His. Hell yes. His Sunshine. He managed to get one hand around Sonny’s cock, thumb working the tip as he pulled.

  “Good. Oh, good, Precious. That’s it, right there.” Yeah, that was it. That was it because Sonny went wild, bucking under him, hands sliding on his back. They both started hollering, MJ’s head slamming back, balls drawn up tight.

  “Now. Jesus. Now.” That was all the warning he got before Sonny came, hot and wet, right in his hand. That sweet hole clamped down around him, making him shout again. He shot so hard his teeth rattled, hips pounding into Sonny the whole time, muscles just screaming.