by BA Tortuga
The thought alone had him jerking up on his toes, driving so deep into MJ that he figured he might just die right there. The best fucking way to go. Sonny bit at MJ’s shoulder, needing to hear MJ’s sounds.
“Again.” MJ went tight around him, damn near shuddering. “Fucking do it again.”
“Uh-huh.” Yeah. His teeth sank in as hard as his cock was thumping and damn… just damn.
He fucking loved the way MJ groaned, bit out his name like it was a curse. Damn. Sonny just thrust harder, reached around to grab MJ’s cock, sucking where he’d bitten that muscled shoulder. Goddamn. God. Damn.
It didn’t take them long, not like this. Hell, MJ just grunted and jerked, heat splashing on his hand, ass rippling around his cock. That set him right off, had him coming like a ton of bricks, shooting right into MJ with everything he had. He leaned on MJ’s back, panting, wrung out as an old dishrag.
MJ took his hand, lifted it up, and licked it clean. “Better.”
“God, yeah.” Much, much better. His skin didn’t feel so damned tight anymore, his shoulders not so hard. MJ nodded, nibbling on his fingers some, touching and kissing his hand. He kissed the spot he’d left on MJ’s shoulder, petting that belly and sighing a little. “We’ll figure it out, huh?”
“You know it. We’re smart boys.” MJ grinned, nodded. “We’re home. That’s the big thing.”
That was the important thing. Home, together, and loose and easy from a good fuck. The rest would take care of itself.
Somehow.
Chapter Thirty-Two
NEIL WOKE with a pounding head and a gnawing in his belly. The whole world was rocking, and he blinked, trying hard to get his bearings.
Boat. They were on the boat. Oh, Paddy. Poor Paddy had been through the mill. Neil turned on the tiny bunk and looked at the lad, stroking the red hair back from Paddy’s forehead.
“Paddy? Love?”
Paddy frowned, and those thoughts sort of stilled, almost hidden from him. Paddy didn’t want to wake up.
Neither would he, if it was his life that had been destroyed. Well, his life had, really. Who would hire him now? Neil shook it off, patting Paddy’s shoulder. “Should I see if I can find Pop-Tarts?”
Oh. Paddy liked Pop-Tarts. And was hungry. And dizzy. And the world was moving.
Moving.
Why is the world moving?
“We’re on the boat, love. Will you be all right if I go look for food?” He didn’t want to leave Paddy alone and scared, but the cabin was tiny.
Paddy nodded, eyes opening and staring at him, thoughts going back to flat and still.
“Brilliant. Let me find us some food.” He kissed Paddy’s mouth before going over to rummage, his legs shaky as could be.
Goodness. Did the fools eat any food whatsoever?
Chocolate and cola and cakes and dried beef and liquor. Crisps and…. Oh. Pop-Tarts.
Excellent.
The Pop-Tarts would serve well. He got a cola as well, and some bottled water, taking his offerings and sliding down next to Paddy on the floor. “Love?”
“Yeah?” Paddy sat so still it was unnerving.
“Look. They have those fake pastries you so enjoy.” He showed Paddy the Pop-Tarts, hopeful that he would get a spark.
“Pop-Tarts.” Paddy blinked at them, sighed. “I like those.”
“You do.” Gracious, he didn’t like this at all. “Here, let me open them for you, hmm?” The blankness rasped at him, worried at him like a dog with a bone. Even worse was the threat hiding beneath it. He stroked Paddy’s cheek, looking into those flat eyes. “Come on, sweet. Eat for me.”
“Is it strawberry?” Paddy leaned into his touch.
“It is. You like them best, don’t you?” His thumb traced Paddy’s lips, feeling how soft they were.
“Uh-huh.” Paddy kissed him, lips brushing his thumb. “I’m sorry, Neil. I’m sorry that I got you kidnapped.”
“Oh, love, I was meant to be protecting you.” He kissed Paddy’s chin. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not a bit of it.” Those emotions rippled again, trying to break through the flat-daze of the drugs. Neil talked sternly to his aching head, trying to make his brain work so he could help coax Paddy out. “Besides, I would never have met you.”
Paddy leaned into him, plucking off a bite of Pop-Tart, nibbling. Excellent. Neil held him, nuzzling that bright head, letting his thoughts wander toward how they might get out of this pear-shaped mess. Really, where had it all gone so bad?
“Why is it pear-shaped?”
“Well, it’s based off the perfect circle, I imagine. When things go wrong, it’s more… pear-shaped.”
Paddy laughed, the sound delighted, amused, echoing in his head like the ringing of bells. That made him happy, deep inside. Just that sound. Paddy laughing meant Paddy was coming back to him. He kissed Paddy again, tasting strawberry jam and crumbs.
Neil.
He heard that, loud and clear.
Neil and love.
Paddy settled in his lap, cuddling close.
“Yes. Love you so.” He wasn’t sure if he said it aloud, but he meant it. He was Paddy’s, no matter what.
“Are they telling the truth, Neil? Was I killing people? Am I dead?”
He wanted badly to prevaricate. Instead, he spread his hands. “Some of the applications you created were used for weapons, yes.”
“And you knew that? Why? Why were you there, Neil? Who do you work for?” Such dangerous questions.
“Oh, your Bethy never told me that. I found out on my own. At first I was told I was there to study your mental fitness, but then I learned I was to protect you. Some job I did.”
“Protect me from Boomer? You didn’t know about Boomer.”
“Darling, he’s loud enough I should have heard him coming. Did you know he fears small spaces? And yet he lives on a boat.” MJ was a quandary.
“He does? The small spaces, I mean, not the boat. They both seem to like the boat.”
“He does. Something about his days right after college….” They could use that. They could.
“When he was dead.”
No. No, when Paula was dead. The thought hit him hard and low, something powerful and dark there. Neil shut down, knowing there was no way Paddy knew that. No way. So he had to be careful with the broadcasting.
Paddy pressed closer, cuddling into him, almost pressing into him.
He wrapped his arms around the sturdy form, kissing the side of Paddy’s neck, opening himself back up just enough to reassure Paddy, let him know Neil was still there.
“What do we do next?” Paddy was petting him, stroking his belly.
“Well, we need to be good for a bit. It will not only relax them, it will keep us from getting drugged.” Neil chuckled. “That plays hell with my ability to think….”
“Yeah. It makes everything numb and nasty and… wrong.” Paddy stopped, took a bite of Pop-Tart. “Are they going to throw us into the ocean?”
“No.” He thought a moment. “They might put us off on an island with a pistol and a bottle of rum.”
“Aruba is nice, I hear….”
“Barbados.” Neil imagined them on a beach, soaking up the sun, drinking little umbrella drinks. Then he sent that image to Paddy.
“Oh.” Paddy smiled, leaned right into him. Someone quite liked that.
“Mmm. Can you smell the coconut oil, love? I think you could use some color.” They both could. Some time in the sun, away from psychopaths and moonshine runners.
“Do you like to swim? I like the water. I like the sunshine and looking for shells too.” Paddy was waking up, the gentle thoughts beginning to swirl.
“I like to swim, yes. And I like to watch the birds and the children.” He liked the idea of a sun-freckled Paddy too, all loose and warm and smiling.
“Do I look like that? Honestly?” Paddy’s nose touched his, so gentle, so careful.
“You do when you’re happy.” He smiled, rubbing noses back and forth. T
he touches eased him, made him happy.
“Good.” Paddy nodded, wrapped right up close. It was, honestly. It was quite good.
Chapter Thirty-Three
SONNY WATCHED MJ sleep.
The guy was twitching and muttering about someone named Paula. Sonny figured that had to be bad, because, you know, MJ didn’t swing that way. So he figured a judicious application of oral fixation was called for.
Their guests were settled. He’d checked about twenty minutes before, and they were sleeping the sleep of a drug-cocktail hangover. Sonny had left them, going back on deck and settling in beside his restless lover.
He started with MJ’s chin, licking at the stubble there. Even that was bright blond, the sun making MJ light up like a fucking Christmas tree.
MJ frowned, hands reaching for him, wrapping around his shoulders as those intense blue eyes popped open. “Oh. Hey. Jesus. I was having a nightmare.”
“Yeah. You were flopping like a landed fish.” He licked down that strong, brown throat. “So sexy, that floppy thing.”
Mmm. He hadn’t heard that lazy chuckle in way too long. “You just haven’t had regular enough sex.”
“True enough. With weird and British, it’s been kinda hard.” Sonny tried for pathetic. “Love on me?”
MJ looked at him a half second, and then he got a wicked grin and MJ rolled them over, all that pretty skin landing on him with a thump. “I can manage that, Sunshine. I so can.”
Then MJ’s mouth landed on his, hard enough their teeth clicked. Sonny moaned, his arms coming up to wrap around MJ’s back, his legs opening to let that hard body settle between them. Oh goddamn, that felt good. Right. Definitely better than twitchy, asleep MJ.
MJ did his dead-level best to make them both breathless, that kiss hot enough to set a fire in Sonny’s belly. Fuck yeah. Sun. Salt. Skin. He was a fucking fan. His hands clenched on that sweet body, pulling MJ down and down, humping up to meet him. Yeah. He needed more. Much more. So much more that he bit MJ’s shoulder, a move guaranteed to bring out the beast.
“Fuck!” MJ’s head tossed, those eyes glaring down at him. “Be good, Sunshine, or I won’t let you have what you want.”
MJ’s fingers scraped all the way down his belly, making his skin sting. He shivered, his cock rising so hard under his loose sweats that it hurt. Damn. Sonny chuckled, licking where he’d bitten. “Uh-huh. You’re gonna say no.”
“I might. You never know. I could get scared.”
“Oh, sure. You, scared of little old me?” He let his fingers drift down to MJ’s ass and slip between those hard cheeks.
“Terrified.” MJ groaned, ass rolling up and pushing into his hands. Horny bastard.
“I can tell.” Sonny set to nibbling some, working across collarbones and pecs.
“Uh-huh. What?” MJ started rubbing, cock hard as stone against his thigh.
Playtime was over, it looked like. Time to get serious. “Help me get these off, Precious,” he said, lifting his ass, struggling to get bare.
The man had some smart hands, shifting south to strip him bare, hands dragging along his legs as that mouth brushed against the tip of his cock.
“Yeah, Precious. There. Just like that.” His whole crotch was aching, his balls drawing up and his cock throbbing.
“Demanding redneck.” MJ’s mouth kept moving, lips wrapping around his balls and sucking them into that amazing goddamn mouth.
“Pushy Californian.” Not that he was gonna complain. No, sir. MJ knew his body now, knew what made him crazy. That whole mouth on his most sensitive skin thing? Oh, yeah.
MJ nodded, tongue pushing his nuts around, sliding the skin around them. Jesus. He. Uhn. Yeah.
Sonny lost his words somewhere in there, so he had to go by touch. He cupped MJ’s cheeks in his hands, feeling them hollow out when MJ sucked his cock back in. He wanted to see MJ’s eyes, wanted to stare right into them while MJ sucked him.
MJ gave it to him too, staring at him like he was fucking amazing, like he was the hottest fucking thing MJ’d ever seen. MJ was it for him. Period. The hottest thing in his whole world. Brighter than the fucking sun, and shouldn’t that go on the back of a romance novel or a box of prunes?
Like MJ heard that, two fingers slid against his hole, threatening to spread him wide. Sonny arched right up, offering. Daring. Come on, Precious, and take it. Just like that.
Those fingers slid in, slow enough that the burn felt good, steady enough that it just fucking kept coming.
“MJ.” Just that. MJ’s name. God Almighty, it felt good. Hot and tight and almost too much, but Sonny took it, panting and grunting, driving his ass back on those fingers.
Between the fingerfucking and the sucking, MJ erased all sorts of shit from his mind and left nothing but pure, raw need. Then those fingers curled and pegged his gland and the world went all sideways.
His whole body bucked and sawed back and forth, and he found his voice again, just in time to beg. “MJ. Goddamn. Please. Fucking need you.”
MJ’s mouth popped off his cock, making him complain for, oh, the three seconds it took MJ to slick up and slam in. He pulled MJ to him and took a kiss that bruised him right up, grinding his lips back against his teeth. Wasn’t anything in the world this couldn’t fix. Not anything.
They fucked like there was no tomorrow, like the fucking world was ending and they were right there at the edge looking to jump. Fucking worked for him. Sonny clawed at MJ’s back, bit at that sexy lower lip, and finally he just howled, his head falling back as he pumped hot come between their bellies. His body clamped down on MJ like it wanted the man to stay right there. Right there.
“Sonny.” MJ lost the rhythm, just slamming into him like nothing going, skin flushed around that black ink.
Sonny held him, pushed him, growled at him, and finally got the stubbornest man alive to come.
MJ slumped down, using him as a bona fide redneck mattress. “Better.”
“Much.” He wanted to bask a little before the hard questions started. He really did.
MJ nodded, both of them floating and breathing.
Yeah. Basking.
He stroked MJ’s back, feeling the sweat running there. God, he loved to just lie on the deck of that damned boat and wrap around MJ and let the sun love them.
“We’re going to have to figure things out, Sunshine. We can’t just leave them down there.”
“I know. And we can’t toss them to the sharks either.” He knew MJ would suggest that, as well as just blowing up the boat and getting them a bigger one.
“We could find them a tiny little island and maroon them, or give them a chunk of cash and drop them off….”
“Well, what do we do when your client comes to bite us on the ass?” He pinched said ass, just wanting to cop a feel.
“Run.” MJ sounded relatively serious. “That or kidnap them. We’re getting good at that.”
“Hey, I only kidnap people I like or old school friends of yours.” He grinned, wondering if MJ would get het up over where that put the Englishman.
“Don’t make me beat you, Sonny. So far I’m in a good mood.” MJ gave him a look that let him know MJ was following along.
“Well, we can’t keep them forever. You’re right. So make with the plan.” He grinned, kissing MJ’s chin.
“I thought you were the brains and I was the brawn….”
“I’m the getaway driver.” They could just stay like this forever. He wouldn’t mind at all.
“You’re pretty fucking good at that.” MJ nuzzled his chest, teasing him. “I wonder how you’d do with a hybrid.”
“You are so not funny.” A hybrid. Jesus. Why not a windup car or a rubber-band-driven slingshot?
“They’re good for the environment, you know. Fossil fuels are terrible.” Little shit.
“Do you want me to smack you, Precious? I will.” He put his hand flat on MJ’s ass, threatening.
“Promises, promises.” Man, MJ didn’t sound near worried enough.
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“You say the word and I’ll pop you so good….” That was almost laughable, him spanking MJ. The man would try to kick his ass into the middle of next week.
“Somehow, I think that’s not what you want to do with my ass and your hand, Sunshine.” Sonny had to give it to MJ; the man could distract him without even trying.
“Huh?” That wiggle had him all interested again. “What do we do about them?”
“We need to get some answers, I think. Who the Brit works for, what he knows about us. Rick will be easy. He’s got family. He’ll stay quiet.”
“Okay. You’re awfully twitchy about blond and English. You think he’s got a jacket on you or something?” MJ didn’t usually fly off the handle like he had on Neil.
“He knew our names, Sonny. Hell, you’re the only person alive that I’ve told my name, and that includes Rick.” MJ started to do that tic thing.
“Shhh.” He kissed all over MJ’s face, making the man laugh like the loon he was. “We’ll figure it out. We can always use Paddy to get what we want from the Brit. He seems attached.”
“Yeah.” MJ sighed, met his eyes all of the sudden. “I don’t like this shit, man. I blow shit up—buildings, roads, boats. Not this.”
“I know. It’s that tiny bit of moral fiber….”
“You are going to end up as chum, redneck.” It was a really itty bitty speck, really. Not even a whole fiber.
“Yeah, yeah. Trolling for sharks with my ass? You like it too much.” Sonny arched and rolled.
“Do I?” MJ grinned down, bit his bottom lip good and hard. “There’s lots of you I intend to keep.”
“Like what? Gonna show me?” He loved to provoke his psycho. He really did. It made MJ so alive. So fucking hot.
“God, yes.”
He grinned, nuzzling the join of MJ’s neck and shoulder. “We can float just a little longer.”
“Yeah, Sunshine. We just need to sit and have a chat with our guests. Then we’ll figure shit out.”
