Road Trip, Volume 2

by BA Tortuga

  “Before and after, I think. I like to make sure I schedule lots of that in.”

  “Good to know. When do I get to beat on you again?”

  “When the bruises fade.” Cowboy winked, letting his fingers tickle at Duncan’s skin.

  Duncan blinked at him, then laughed, good and hard. “Oh, yeah. I have fallen down the rabbit hole.”

  “That happened a long while back.” They were somewhere at the caterpillar stage.

  “Can you tell me what’s really going on?” The laughter stopped, that focus on him with a snap.

  His hand fell away from Duncan’s skin, almost like he’d been burned. “I can tell you what I know, Doc. We’re waiting for a friend of mine who knows more.”

  “Okay.” Duncan looked at his hands, reached out and touched his knuckles, tracing scars. “Okay. That’s good enough. Hell, right now I just want to know why I want to crawl into your lap and hump your leg. I’m not typically… promiscuous.”

  “Honey, it’s not promiscuity if you only do it with me.” Cowboy unfolded, stood, and held a hand down to Duncan. “Wanna do it now?”

  “I most definitely do.” Duncan reached up, took his hand. “We’ll deal with the whole why part after the orgasms. It’s fucking time somewhere.”

  “That’s the spirit, Doc.” Lord, that smile was already starting to make his belly hurt, and that was a bad sign.

  Duncan pulled him into the little beach house he’d rented and shut the door behind them. Then suddenly his arms were filled with a needy professor who didn’t seem to want to wait one more minute for him.

  “I got you, Doc.” He pushed Duncan up against the wall, loving the feel of that hard body, the heat of it, sun-warmed and firm.

  “You seem to be really good at that.” Duncan rubbed against him, starting to moan a bit.

  “I do, huh? It’s kind of amazing.” Laughing, he pressed harder against the Doc, one leg sliding between Duncan’s thighs.

  Duncan spread for him, hands wrapping around his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin enough to bruise. Goddamn. That man didn’t know his own strength when he was excited. Cowboy loved that. Loved that this guy could take him if he wanted. And the fact that the son of a bitch didn’t even know it?

  Made it that much better.

  Grinning a little wider, Cowboy pushed up even closer, leaning in to bite at Duncan’s neck. Hard.

  “Mmm. You’ll leave a hickey, man.” Duncan’s cock liked that idea, he could tell.

  “Uh-huh. My friend’s going to have to know you’re mine.” Not that MJ would poach, but still. Cowboy never denied his caveman urges.

  “You sound sure about that, Mr. Cowboy.” That chin lifted, let him have more.

  “I am. I promise you that.” Latching on, he sucked up a mark, sure as shit, letting Duncan really feel it. Doc’s cock rubbed his hip, sure and steady, the man humping his leg like a naughty puppy. The Doc liked it just a little rough, just a little hard. Cowboy was more than happy to give it to him. Damn, yeah.

  “Colby. Shit, harder.” Oh, he liked it when the Doc got all lowbrow on him.

  “You got it, Doc.” He slammed their bodies together, his hands slipping and sliding on slick skin, his fingers pinching a little whenever he found purchase.

  Duncan started wiggling, getting their clothes loose and off. The man had some talent. They were naked before he could take even a few deep breaths, and they smacked back together. Now he could get that fine ass in a good, hard grip, could pull Duncan up so their cocks rubbed together.

  Man, he hoped to hell MJ wasn’t hurrying. He could do this for another few days, no problem. They moved faster now that they were naked, Duncan’s hands and mouth greedy as hell. Cowboy just moaned and kissed those lips hard, wanting to crawl inside the man. Now there was an idea, and one they hadn’t tried yet. He slid his hand down, cupped Duncan’s ass, squeezed hard.

  “Wanna do you, Doc. Bad.” He pushed and pulled, giving Duncan a graphic demonstration of what he wanted.

  “I’d much prefer it if you did me good. Incredibly good.”

  “Well, I can do that too.” He swung Duncan around, pushing him toward the back of the little room, where the big bed stood against the wall.

  Duncan climbed up on the bed, giving him a nice long look at that tight little ass, as well as the smooth pink skin where the man had been shot, not three days ago. Cowboy reached out to stroke that little scar, amazed at the feel of it, not even a bit hot, not a bit infected, despite the whole lack-of-sanitation thing. Hell, there wasn’t even a scab anymore. In fact, the only place there was still a wound was the spot where he’d taken that… thing out.

  He wasn’t gonna think on that anymore. Damn, it was just too weird, and he wanted right now, didn’t want to lose the moment.

  Of course, the way Duncan rolled up into him, ass rubbing against his thigh, helped his focus.

  He could be the king of focus. MJ always said so, anyway. Damn, that skin fascinated him, made him want all manner of things. His hands looked dark splayed over Duncan’s lean back, fingers curling over the man’s ribs. Cowboy took a kiss, licking at Duncan’s lips before pushing between them with his tongue. The man made him crazy.

  The angle was awkward, but damn, that made it hotter, Duncan twisting toward him.

  “Shit. We need to get…. Damn it.” They needed to get where he could do Duncan and still see his face.

  “I don’t have any rubbers….” Duncan spun, pulled him down into a kiss that blew his mind.

  He didn’t care. Shit, what self-respecting government conspiracy would let Duncan have a venereal disease? He just humped, his cock knowing where it wanted to go. Duncan wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him in closer, hips tilting, rubbing the tight hole against the tip of his cock.

  “Don’t want to hurt you, Doc.” He was willing to do prep, no matter how fast the Doc healed.

  “Touch me, then? I want some.”

  “Yeah. Yeah.” He got his fingers wet, reaching between them to push at Duncan’s hole, wanting to get the show on the road. That little hole gripped his fingers tight enough that he gasped, his cock jerking at the thought of being in there. Working his way in, he got Duncan relaxed and as wet as he could, knowing that spit wouldn’t be the greatest, but it would work. Then he got a little impatient and pulled free, holding Duncan over him. “Ready?”

  “I won’t break.” Didn’t he know that?

  “I know. Gimme a little credit for romance, huh?” He slammed Duncan down on his cock, grunting at the heat and tightness of it.

  “Fuck!” Duncan arched, head falling back, mouth open.

  “Uh-huh. More.” Yanking Duncan against him, Cowboy started to move, in and out.

  That little ass was like a fist around him, squeezing him so tight he grunted with every push up.

  “Doc. Oh, Christ. I. You. Hot.” Yeah. Smooth. Suave.

  “Uh-huh.” Duncan gave him a wild grin, the look fierce and sharp, like the son of a bitch was one hundred percent there with him.

  They shifted, just enough to really get leverage, and then all they had was sweat and skin and moans. So. Fucking. Good.

  Duncan’s hands landed on his chest, the man riding him good and hard, ass slapping down against his thighs. Cowboy gritted his teeth and held on, his balls aching. The friction on his cock was going to make him scream.

  “Damn. Damn, you.” Duncan stared at him, eyes just burning, boring into him.

  “I have no doubt, Doc.” A man knew when he was going to hell. He took Duncan’s mouth, desperate to pull more of the man into him, against him, around him. Of course, with kisses like that? Shit. He’d take Duncan with him, just for the company. Wasn’t that what he was doing? Oh fuck, Doc was tight. Squeezing him like there was no tomorrow.

  Duncan grabbed his hand, tugged it around to his cock, demanding as hell.

  “You want some of this, Doc?” He stroked, his hand closing so he could pull hard at that sweet cock.

  “Oh,
yeah. Need it. So fucking good.”

  “Duncan.” His hips kept moving like he was a damned machine, his breath coming hard, his hands clenched on Duncan’s skin. Christ.

  Duncan fucking took his lips, ass working his cock like nothing going.

  His eyes rolled back in his head, and Cowboy lost it, his cock jerking inside Duncan’s body. He came so hard he saw stars, his ears ringing loud as hell. He barely felt the splash of heat against his belly, but he felt the way Duncan’s ass worked his prick.

  “Doc.” Cowboy just whooped for breath, trying to hang on when all his body wanted to do was flop down and maybe die.

  “Mmm.” Duncan nuzzled in, tongue sliding on his throat for just a second. He patted that fine ass, his body still jerking a little with the aftermath. “We’re safe here?”

  “For now, yeah. I can’t promise how long.” Hopefully until MJ came. Then he’d have some real help.

  “There aren’t guarantees for anything. I’ll take it.”

  “Then we’ll go with it.” Man, he did love the beach.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  SONNY TAPPED his fingers on the rail, waiting to toss the line, waiting for MJ to jockey them into position. They weren’t meeting this guy MJ called “babe” at the marina or at the hotel the other guy was staying at, just in case. Nope, they were finding someplace neutral, someplace equidistant if things went horribly wrong. Sonny had a feeling this wouldn’t end well, and he wasn’t even the psychic.

  Huh. He hadn’t thought of Neil and Paddy in weeks.

  “Come on, Precious! You’re slow as an old grandma.”

  “Don’t make me beat you, Sunshine.” MJ’s hair was long enough to tie back in a little ponytail now. Sonny couldn’t decide if it was a pussy look, or hot. The little board shorts with the pockets big enough to hide MJ’s piece? Those were hot.

  “You never beat me anymore. Makes a man wonder if the romance is gone.” MJ got them into the slip, and Sonny got them tied off before heading over to slide his hand into MJ’s shorts, feeling the heavy weight of the pistol there.

  “Sonny, if letting you jack my Glock while it’s pointed at my balls isn’t romance, then I don’t know what is.”

  “You know you love it when I fondle your nine-millimeter.” MJ had a point, though. A good one. “We could just say fuck it and stay here and fuck.”

  “We could.” Those pretty fucking eyes met his, and it felt good that there was serious temptation going on there. “I have to see what Cowboy’s showing, though. It’s something they made.”

  “Okay. Okay, Precious.” Sonny didn’t love it, but he understood it. Those bastards had done MJ dirty a good many times. “We ought to get moving, then.”

  “Yeah. We’re not staying onshore, though. I don’t like this.” No. No, Texas was too fucking close to California and Arizona.

  “I’m ready for whatever. It’s your call, Precious.” He had his own piece in the back of his cutoffs, his shirt big enough to hide any bulge.

  MJ nodded, dug out a pair of sunglasses. “Let’s go. There should be a car waiting. Cowboy said he’d leave the keys in the convenience store.”

  “How kind of him.” Okay, he was being a bitch, and he knew it. Sonny slipped his gimme cap on. “Ready.”

  They headed into the marina, MJ walking into the little Wag-A-Bag convenience store that was sitting there. MJ headed straight for the back, the racks of Bud Light and Michelob. He pulled out a few twelve-packs of Coors Light and put them down. The little boy that was stocking raised an eyebrow, and MJ shrugged. “I like ’em real cold, dude.”

  “Yeah. What’s it with guys and cold beers today?”

  MJ’s stare got a little colder. “It’s hot.”

  He picked another box up, and Sonny heard something jingle. “This one’ll work.”

  MJ handed him the box.

  “Cool.” He held the box while MJ paid, and sure enough, when they got outside, the car key was in there, along with directions to where the vehicle was parked.

  The man had the handwriting of a serial killer. Not only that, but it was a fucking Camry. A white fucking Camry.

  “Well, at least it’s not a Prius.” Sonny sighed, sliding in behind the wheel and adjusting the seat so his knees weren’t under his chin anymore.

  “Yeah, yeah. Cowboy’s a Texan. I don’t think he believes in smart cars.”

  “Well, he sure likes foreign shit.” A Camry. Maybe it would blend.

  “Bitch, bitch, bitch. Next time we meet one of my friends in Houston with a mutant supersoldier asshole, I’ll make sure to arrange a goddamn Chevy for you.” Someone was nervous.

  “How many more friends can you have?” MJ was not one for collecting people. Well, Sonny had never thought he was.

  “Well, okay. I’ll take you to meet my mom.”

  “Your mom….” Sonny almost drove into a parked car. “I get to meet your mother?”

  Goddamn.

  “Absolutely. She’ll love you; you’ll hate her. It’ll be like Christmas.” MJ stretched, slipping off the deck shoes. “Besides, we need to replenish our stash.”

  “Sounds good to me, Precious. Been a while since we had a road trip. You have to buy me a muscle car, though.” It tickled him like a feather up the butt, how MJ loved to buy him cars.

  Those icy eyes warmed right up. “I can so do that. You want a ’Vette this time?”

  “I do. Think how good that would be out in the desert.” They could really open it up, get the speed on.

  “Mmm. Can we have a convertible?” His sun worshipper.

  “Yeah.” It wasn’t like a Corvette would stop bullets anyway. They pulled out of the marina area, and Sonny glanced over. “Where am I going, code man?”

  “North on 146, then west on 528. There’s a town called Alvin.”

  “Gotcha.” Lucky for him, he was good at road signs and shit, because MJ had very little patience for navigating. Sonny pulled in at Joe’s Barbecue maybe forty-five minutes later, slow and careful, keeping an eye out for trouble. MJ slipped out of the car, whistling long and low, a crooked smile on the man’s face.

  “Hey, buddy!” A guy in jeans and a T-shirt seemed to appear out of nowhere, a cowboy hat on his head and a smile on his face.

  “Cowboy! Babe!” MJ bounced a little, grinning like a fool.

  Cowboy grabbed MJ and pulled him back between two big SUVs, grabbing the man by his ears and planting a kiss on MJ’s mouth. A big. Wet. Kiss.

  Sonny didn’t even feel himself move until his fist connected with the cowboy’s jaw. The guy’s head slammed back, swacking into the SUV.

  Before he could even blink there was a gun in his face, the cowboy guy cold as ice and steady as a rock. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, son.”

  “Boys, we’ve had altogether enough fun now.” MJ was right there, his Glock underneath the guy’s chin, the barrel not wavering, and he knew that tone, knew that he was in between deep and deeper shit. “He’s not yours to play with, babe. He’s mine. Sunshine, warn the nice assassin before you hit him. He’s sensitive.”

  Assassin. Well, now, the things your loved ones didn’t tell you about their friends. Sonny nodded as much as he could with a gun at his nose. “You got it, Precious.”

  The cowboy didn’t bat an eye, just grinned a little, lowering the gun. “You’re no fun anymore, Jay-Jay.”

  “I have more to lose these days, babe.” MJ grinned, slipping the pistol away. “And you, you were just being a fuckhead.”

  “You know it. Good thing the Doc is asleep in the car. He gets bulgy when he’s mad.”

  “Yeah? You’ve seen it?”

  Sonny knew that look too. That look happened right before something blew up, or something disintegrated, or something went terribly, terribly wrong.

  “Now, Precious. Don’t get any ideas.” Sonny didn’t want to think about a bulgy, angry man and MJ’s plans.

  “Ideas?” Lord, MJ had completely lost any innocent look he might have ever had.


  “Yeah. Ideas.” The spot between his shoulders was itching like crazy. “Can we get this over with?”

  “Is he always this impatient?” Cowboy put the gun away, as fast as MJ’s had gone.

  “No. Sometimes he’s incredibly patient. I prefer to think of this as focused.” MJ touched the guy’s chin, the little scar there. “That’s new.”

  The bastard touched MJ’s face, the scar from where Woody’d shot his Precious. “So’s that.”

  “Okay, enough with the touchy-feely, yeah? Where’s this Doc?” Sonny was just gonna lose his shit.

  MJ tilted his head, looked over at Sonny, nodded. “Yeah. First, though, what are you intending to do with him? Use him?”

  “Me?” Cowboy didn’t do innocent worth a damn either. Then the man sobered. “No. I mean, I don’t want to have to. Though I got to admit, that whole getting shot and being able to keep going is a plus for a getaway.”

  “Yeah? Can he think when he’s… is it a change? An adrenaline rush? What?”

  “It’s kind of like his lizard brain kicks in. He’s just cave him.”

  Sonny knew he was in so much trouble when MJ’s eyes lit up. “Really? Fucking cool, man. Where is he?”

  “In the car. Come on.” Cowboy led the way, heading to a dark SUV parked behind the building.

  “Can I shoot him a little?” MJ was bouncing. Fucking bouncing.

  “Precious, what have I told you about shooting people in parking lots?” Jesus, Sonny hated it when MJ met up with old cronies. Of course, MJ had never let Paddy touch him.

  Those pretty eyes flashed back at him, laughing. “You said Village Inn parking lots, Sunshine. This is a barbeque joint.”

  “No shooting.” Damn it, he was going to have a psychotic break.

  “Not even a little?” Was MJ flirting? Now?

  “Not even a little.” He fell for it, though, didn’t he? Boom. He had to face it; he loved being the center of MJ’s attention.

  “You never let me have any fun where I can get caught.” MJ’s step slowed, waiting for him to be close enough to touch.

  His hand automatically found the small of MJ’s back, fingers circling. “I got all the fun you can handle.”