by BA Tortuga
“The map of MJ. That has a ring.” He got Sonny naked, admiring that big muscle-bound body. “Sexy redneck.”
Bruises bloomed over Sonny’s chest and belly and arms. His marks. All his. Goddamn, that was hot.
“You know it. I like the idea. It will take serious study.”
“How are your study habits, Sunshine? Were you a good student?” Somehow, MJ thought Sonny could have been. Honestly.
“I told you I was willing to take art history, yeah?” They’d had that discussion once, about college and shit. Sonny rubbed a hand over his belly. “I could get A’s for you, Precious.”
“You could.” MJ hummed, stepped closer. “You have amazing hands, Sunshine. You know that?”
“You always say you like my mouth.” Sonny winked but held out one big, square hand to him. The one not reaching down to cup Sonny’s cock.
“I like quite a few of your finer points. I’m reserving judgment on the rest.”
“Asshole.” Sonny grabbed him and pulled him close, both hands on him now. One of them smacked his ass.
“Fuckhead.” He pinched one nipple, hard.
Sonny’s eyes went even darker, pupil swallowing the iris. “I think your heart was way more into that.”
“You don’t need to worry about that part of me, man. I’m settled there.” Bone fucking deep. Asshole.
“Well, I do worry every once in a while. When you try to blow it off or whatever.” This time Sonny didn’t slap, just slid the palm of his hand down to cup MJ’s balls.
“Job hazard.” Hot. Sonny’s hand was fucking hot.
“Uh-huh. Well, right now the only hazard you have to worry about is me. Shower.” They stumbled into the bathroom, shucking the rest of MJ’s clothes, doing the dancing bear act Sonny usually saved for when they were hurt.
He got the water going, easing a little chameleon up and out of the tub and through a window.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Sonny said when he would’ve grabbed the man. “Wash your lizardy hands.”
“We’re getting in the shower, dude.” Oh, too fucking fun. He waggled his fingers. He got one of those looks. The one that said “I am about to rip your fingers off and stuff them in every orifice that is not bleeding when I’m done with you.” Good thing they made him happy. “Lizards are very important to the ecosystem.”
“Outside, sure. Just put your goddamned hands in the water. Then I’ll put my hands on you.” Wiggling his fingers, Sonny drove him back toward the water.
“You won’t get scales.” He stepped back, checking to make sure he wouldn’t fall.
“MJ! Would you just do it?”
Okay. Okay, he’d never noticed that Sonny had a lizard thing before. Maybe it was like his own claustrophobia….
“Do you have an irrational fear of all reptiles, or just lizards?” He pondered licking his hand for the gross-out factor, but hell, Sonny cared enough to kidnap him and put him on a plane, so he grabbed the soap and unwrapped it.
“I don’t have a fear of reptiles. I just think they smell like rotten cucumbers. That can’t be hygienic.”
This from the man who drank moonshine so strong it made people’s brains run out their ears. “No shit? Cool. I haven’t smelled them before….”
Dude, that could be useful.
“Then you haven’t ever stepped in a nest of water moccasins.” As soon as MJ’s hands were clean, Sonny grabbed him, pulled him around to kiss him until his ears rang. He forgot about lizards. Frogs. Snakes. Claustrophobia.
Hell, for a kiss like that he might just forget his name. Sonny held him tight, lifting him up against that heavily muscled body, rubbing like crazy.
“Don’t drop me.” Hard. Hard. Sonny felt so fucking good.
“Not gonna. Have I ever let you down? I make you bananas. I get shot for you. I help you blow up your ex-boss….” Sonny punctuated each part of the laundry list with sucking kisses.
“You kidnap old frat brothers. You buy me Ding Dongs.” Oh… Ding Dongs.
“No getting distracted.” That was the second slap on his ass in less than a half hour. He might have to beat Sonny to death.
“Don’t make me kill you, redneck. I’m looking forward to being retired with you again.” Someday. Maybe. If he was lucky.
“Mmm. We’re retired now. We have enough to buy a bigger boat.” Now who was distracted? Sonny was licking water off his neck. Must not be any lizard smell.
“Uh-huh. An untraceable new boat. No hostages. Just us and the water and the sun.”
“Shit, yes.” Turning him, Sonny smacked him up against the wall, muscling up between his legs where they dangled.
“Fuck.” He wrapped his legs around Sonny, pulling hard. Yes. Fuck. Now.
“You want me, Precious? Want me to fuck you? Been too goddamned long.” Yeah, he could feel Sonny now, prodding at him, hot as fire.
“No.” He waited until Sonny met his eyes, holding the look for a long moment. “Need you. Fucking need it, Sonny.”
“You got it.” Pulling him into position, Sonny pushed at him, not bothering with prep or stretching. It was gonna be a wild ride. He held on, the cool water fucking fine where it splashed against him, sizzled against his motherfucking skin. It was something, compared to the fucking fire that was Sonny. The head of that amazing cock slid right into him, heavy and hard and full. Yeah. Right there. He drew his knees up a little, ass sinking down. Stretching. Fuck.
“Precious….” Panting, slipping only the tiniest bit, Sonny started moving, sliding inside him, wet skin all up against his. Fucking amazing. He just spread and spread, taking the fine son of a bitch in and in and in. Grunting, panting, Sonny fucked him hard, holding him in place so those lean hips and heavy thighs could work their magic. His back slid against the tile, the edges scratching, just a little, just enough to keep him jerking, squeezing around Sonny’s prick.
“Goddamn.” He could hear the growl, knew Sonny was getting ready to really unleash on him. MJ just held on tight and let Sunshine do him up good, more bruises popping up all over his back.
“More.” He loved the way Sonny responded to a challenge, loved the way Sonny needed him.
“Fuck, yes. Come on, Precious. Show me how you want it.” That big body shifted, gathered, and Sonny gave him more, harder, better. Heat crawled up his belly, his entire body going rock-hard, the pit of his stomach aching. Both of Sonny’s hands grasped his ass, squeezing, giving him something to fight against, something to push into. The man leaned in and bit him on the shoulder, smacking him back against the tile.
He arched and squeezed, bore down hard so Sonny felt it.
“Christ!” Cock pushing in one last time, Sonny came for him, eyes wide and black, lips drawn back in a grimace. Those hands held him up, though. Never let him fall.
His orgasm came quick behind. All he’d needed was Sonny. Some shit didn’t change.
He got a kiss that took the rest of his air right out of him, leaving him hanging limp in Sonny’s hands. Then the man leaned back to grin at him a little, blinking hard. “Good.”
“Uh-huh. Even with the lizard.” He slid his fingers up Sonny’s spine.
“No lizards.” Sonny turned them again, letting him down easy, the pull as Sonny’s cock slid out almost painfully good. The soap was scooped up, and his whole body took on a super lathering. “Mmm.” He stretched up, let Sonny touch as much as the man wanted. “Smells good.”
“Kinda like pine. Which always makes me think of my momma’s kitchen, come to think of it.” One dark eyebrow went up and down, that grimace not at all about sex now.
“Yeah?” He reached for the soap, ready to return the favor. “Mine smells like patchouli.”
“You know, I always wondered how a man could do black ops and wear patchouli. Nature boy.” Asshole. Good thing they’d fucked out the aggression momentarily.
“It’s a genetic thing—like the sandalwood soap and the undying love of tofu.” Although, really, he preferred steak.
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��Your dad couldn’t have been into weed and essential oil, right? He’s all like… rah-rah uniforms and standard issue and shit, huh?” Oh. Oh, what was the question? Sonny was massaging his shoulders, making him forget everything.
“Huh? Yeah. I mean, no. No, the Colonel was military, all the way….” His eyes went a little crossed, knees trying to buckle. “Good.”
“You’re all wired up. Like frozen rope.” Fingers and thumbs dug in, finding every tense muscle and working it to mush.
“Been a long couple weeks, Sunshine. A long couple weeks.” Deadly, even.
“Now we can relax, yeah?” He could tell Sonny was already winding down. There wasn’t a hint of growl, just a slow, caramel Southern drawl.
“Mmm-hmm. You and me, Sunshine. All the shrimp we can eat and long naps on the beach.”
“Cool.” The water clicked off, the shooshing noise stopping, only a slow drip left. “Let’s start now, Precious. With the nap.”
“Yeah.” They were good at the napping, him and Sonny, which was funny, because once upon a time he had never, ever slept.
“Come on, Precious. Promise you’ll save me from the lizards?” Fluffy towels. Dude, so much better than Jamaica or Wilmington.
“You have my word, Sunshine. From geckos to Godzilla.”
Chapter Three
AH. THIS was the life. Neil leaned back in his lounge chair and sipped his drink, wrinkling his nose a bit at the sight of the very hairy gentleman in a thong. Well, mostly it was the life.
The sun, the sand, the South of France…. Who could ask for more? Especially when one had Padraic to sit with and watch glow in the sun. His sweet was almost completely recovered from their ordeal, his thoughts moving as fast as the clouds in the sky.
“Have you had enough sun, love?” Neil asked, glancing at Paddy over his sunglasses.
“Mmm. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? So hot and perfect up there, all that fire….” Paddy stared into the light again, red hair seeming like fire itself.
“Ah. Well, then. You might want to apply more sunscreen.” And he needed to flip over and get away from the hairy man with the divided bottom.
Paddy started chuckling, images of something entirely more appealing than either sunscreen or hairy arses flashing through his mind.
“Oh, I do like that,” he murmured, glancing Paddy’s way again. “Add some ice and I’m there.”
“Ice.” Paddy’s thoughts filled with equations and concepts and memories of the shiny, sleek laboratory his dear one had spent most of his life in. Then Paddy’s eyes hit him and those thoughts faded, melting to a wanton heat.
“Shall we?” Draping his towel over his lap, Neil stood, hiding the evidence of his sudden need.
“Uh-huh.” Paddy followed along, admiring his ass, his back, his ink. Those eyes felt like a caress, and Neil hummed with pleasure, giving his walk a tad of extra slink. Oh, the things they could do.
He could feel Paddy’s pleasure, that sweet, constant mutter that was all for him. They made it back to their little bungalow, and Neil turned, both of them reaching out to touch. His hands slid on Paddy’s skin, and those freckles felt like fire.
“Neil.” Paddy pushed close and pulled him down, begged a kiss.
“Sweet….” Holding Paddy close, Neil took kiss after kiss, loving the slide of their sun-warmed skin.
“Mm-hmm.” Paddy’s hands were ever so clever—pushing at costume and towel, baring him quickly.
“Mmm.” Neil simply wrapped his arms around Paddy and let the touches and kisses and such take him, let himself rub against that sturdy body. It was the headiest sensation, the way Paddy’s body held him, pushed against him. Nibbling on Paddy’s lips produced a lovely anise flavor from the pastis they’d tried earlier. Pushing in with his tongue, Neil caught more of it, hearing Paddy’s mmm licorice loud in his head.
With that thought came flashes of Paddy’s mother and family Monopoly games and long study sessions in libraries. Neil traveled with those memories, sinking into Paddy, surrounding himself with brighthappylovingquietloud. So sweet, his love. Paddy had been through so much. It was good to feel him almost as he’d been when they’d met.
At the core of Paddy’s thoughts, he found himself, and that happiness blossomed, almost made him weak in the knees.
Instead he clung to Paddy’s shoulders and gave his sweet a kiss that came from his toes and his weak knees, and from his very unweak prick. Paddy laughed, walking them toward the big soft bed that took up altogether too much room. They toppled, both of them kissing happily, little noises issuing forth as they stroked and explored. He did love Paddy’s enthusiasm for the smallest details of life.
“Love you.” Paddy laughed, fingers in his hair. “You smell like sunshine.”
“So do you, love. And coconuts.” Coconut wasn’t something he associated with the South of France, but it was in the sunscreen.
“Mmm.” Paddy quite liked it when he rubbed in the sunscreen, liked it a lot.
“I do too,” he murmured, licking his way up Paddy’s throat. Not an unpleasant taste at all. They had, in fact, tested several types of lotion before choosing this one. The image of him gagging and crinkling his face hit him, along with the bubble and pop of Paddy’s amusement. Neil laughed out loud and kissed Paddy deeply, their legs tangled together, the slide and drag of hair and skin making him hum. Paddy’s fingers pushed down his stomach, heading for his cock, needing to touch him.
Yes, please. He thought it so loud that it probably formed words in the air above their head, like in those comics Paddy adored. Little white clouds of pleasure.
Paddy smiled, nodded. Those fingers found him, stroked him up and down; Paddy’s fingers knew just where to touch him. His thighs spread, his hips rose right up, and Neil moaned, his fingers tracing patterns on Paddy’s freckles. “Sweet. Love how you touch me.”
The smile he was given sent electricity through him. “My hands like your skin.”
“They do, hmm? You like my arse too.” It was Paddy’s buttocks he had hold of, however, squeezing now, thumbs digging into the flesh of each cheek.
“Uh-huh. I like all the parts of you.” Paddy wriggled for him, that tight little backside shimmying.
Neil’s fingers slipped between Paddy’s cheeks, pressed just a bit. “I like your parts too, sweet.”
Paddy spread, thumb stuttering over the tip of his prick. More. That was clear as a ringing bell.
“More what, sweet?” Licking his lips, Neil pushed a finger a little harder, slid inside the tiniest bit.
“More. More of you.” Paddy focused on his mouth, leaning to take a kiss that nearly burned him.
Yes, all that he was. Paddy had become his center. Funny, how their lives had entwined together.
Paddy bit his bottom lip a little. “Focus. No thinking.”
Wicked lad.
“Sorry, love. Where was I? I think we might need slick.” They had more lotion somewhere.
“You were going to drive me crazy, and then we were both going to come all over like big idiots and then nap.”
“I like that plan.” Yes, indeed. Paddy was incredibly beautiful when he came, and that was a distraction in itself. Slipping away, Neil found their well-worn bottle of oil and worked some between his fingers, moving back to Paddy to press again at that tiny hole. Paddy spread for him, opening with a happy little noise, sacs gone tight and wrinkled above his hand. The feeling of his finger pushing inside became shivery good, Paddy clamping down on him right away. So sweet. Hot. Then the tight muscles loosened, let him push deep.
The swirl of Paddy’s thoughts shattered, only his name in that amazing, glorious mind.
Neil all but held his breath, pressing another finger in alongside the first. His hips rocked, his cock rubbing against Paddy’s thigh. Paddy’s fingers slid down his side as that ring of muscles squeezed him, clenched around his fingers.
“Tight, love. I can tell how you want me inside. Can feel it.” He didn’t have to be a mind reader to see t
hat.
“Love that. You in me, real close.”
“Are you ready, sweet?” Two fingers was enough. It would have to be; Neil could not wait any longer.
“Yes. In me.” One of the nicest things about loving Paddy was how eager his love was.
Kneeling up, Neil spread Paddy’s thighs and pressed in between them. The head of his cock went where his fingers had been, and he could hear Paddy chanting at the edge of his brain. A simple yes, yes, yes. Paddy shifted and he pushed, and suddenly he was held in a sweet heat, Paddy’s muscles gripping him tight.
“Oh. Love.” Leaning, he let his forehead rest on Paddy’s, breathing the man in. “I…. Hot.”
“Uh-huh. ’S the beach.” Paddy rippled, body fluttering about him.
Hips starting a slow roll, Neil chuckled and pushed and panted. “No. No, my dear. It’s all you.”
“All us….” Paddy shifted again, slid, trying to get Neil in place. Moving, sliding, Neil worked his hips harder as he tried to find the perfect spot. Us. God, yes. When he hit it, Paddy’s mind went razor-sharp, slicing into him with pleasure. His whole body arched with it, and his head snapped back on his neck. His hands clenched hard on Paddy’s hips while his mind opened up to take Paddy in as his lover took him in.
Paddy needed this, needed him, reveled in it. Which suited him, naturally, because he needed right back. He loved Paddy more fiercely than he’d thought possible. Now he was proving it physically.
Paddy gave him a sweet, sweet smile, hand cupping his cheek for no more than a second before the lean body began to move again. They rocked together—Neil pressing in, Paddy pushing up. Before he could even imagine it, they were slapping together hard enough to make a delicious sound.
The bed squeaked, Paddy moaned, and he grunted—all of them making music. “Neil. Neil, harder….”
“Trying, sweet.” Neil gathered his knees under him, gaining more leverage so he could thrust with all his strength.
Paddy arched, heels thrumming on the mattress, almost screaming for him.
“Love!” That was just the thing to make him come, helplessly. Endlessly.
