Road Trip, Volume 2

by BA Tortuga

“No?” Man, this guy was a serious study in contradictions. “Your cock likes the idea. That’s all I need to know.”

  Duncan looked for a second like he was fixin’ to get all pissy. Then Cowboy got those heavy balls in one hand and squeezed a little and sproing, Duncan spread like warm butter. Man, this whole fuck-me-fuck-you thing? Incredibly handy.

  Cowboy took a kiss, needing to get his head right before he got back in the game. A good orgasm would do that. The man opened right up for him, hands wrapping around his hips and yanking him closer. Looked like he wasn’t the only one thinking fucking might be a good plan.

  They did real good at that, usually. Growling some more, Cowboy arched up against Duncan and rubbed, needing fierce all of a sudden. Duncan rolled, and he landed on top, pushing between the lean, long legs.

  Cowboy pressed down, his cock slamming against Duncan’s, making them both grunt. There was that pesky cloth thing to deal with, but it was okay. Fortunately, dark-eyed Duncan was as good at getting him naked as green-eyed Duncan—as good and easier on the clothes.

  They wiggled and wriggled and got all bare, and Cowboy got all greedy with that smooth, pale skin. Damn. Just damn.

  His fingers were fascinated, sorta, with the differences—flat-bellied, lean-muscled, yielding bottom versus rough-and-tumble, bulgy, gonna-fuck-you-now growler. It was like having the best of both worlds.

  Cowboy pushed down and wrapped his fingers around Duncan’s cock. There were some differences there too. Not as much, but some.

  “Colby.” That whole arching and spreading thing, though? That was only Doc.

  “Uh-huh. Want, huh?” Okay, now who was the incoherent grunt and click guy? He just needed to escape, just for a little while.

  “Yes.” Duncan nodded, one hand wrapping around his neck to tug him down into a fierce, wild-tasting kiss.

  They rocked, both of them slapping and pulling, his hips moving faster and faster. He bit at Duncan’s lower lip. Hard. Duncan’s cry was shocked, hot, cock throbbing hard against him. “Fuck. Colby.”

  “If that’s what you want.” God, yes. He could fuck that ass ten ways to Sunday.

  Duncan’s answer was one leg sliding up along the outside of his thigh, the offer clear as a summer day.

  Uhn. They needed slick for this, though, so he moved off for just a second, hunting through MJ’s shit in the little storage compartment. Bingo. Jesus, did the crazy son of a bitch keep detonators everywhere?

  Note to self. Never leave sex toys anywhere Jay-Jay could find them.

  The tube of lube was almost used up, but there was enough. He got his fingers good and slick before sliding them behind Duncan’s balls. Duncan was hot for it, pushing toward his touch, the tiny little ring right there, needing to be fucked. Cowboy slid a couple of fingers inside, pressing deep, getting Duncan good and wet. He wanted in, and soon.

  “Colby. I won’t break. I like to feel it, man.” Duncan bore down, pushing deeper on his fingers.

  “Yeah. Okay, honey. Yeah.” He moved deeper, harder, slipping his fingers in and out.

  Fuck, look at that pretty little body move. The Doc rode him like a jockey on a prize pony.

  “Hot as hell, honey. I could do this forever.”

  “Eventually, I’m going to need your cock, Colby. You have lovely hands, but….”

  “Oh. Hell, yes. How about now?” Doc sounded so… reasonable. So educated. He crooked his fingers, pegged that gland.

  Duncan’s head slammed back, throat working as a dull flush started crawling up that flat belly. “Please. Oh fuck. Colby. Please.”

  “I got what you need.” He pulled his fingers free, getting more slick on his cock. “Time to ride.”

  Dark eyes ate him up, watching his cock appear and disappear between his fingers, shiny and damp.

  Cowboy grinned, grabbing Duncan’s hips with his slick hands, putting him into place. Goddamn, that was one of his favorite things in the world, just recently acquired. A warm hand wrapped around his prick, rubbing the tip over that tight little hole, the deep ache of sensation enough to make his toes curl and get him to bucking up, driving right in. Hips rising, Cowboy slid home, a little rough, a little hot and scratchy. Jesus. Duncan was made for him.

  “Yes.” Duncan rippled all around him, then stretched up, almost letting him free, and then sinking back down and taking him in.

  “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. More.” He needed more. Deeper. Harder.

  His hands landed on Duncan’s hips, pressing the man down as Duncan’s hands landed on his chest, bracing them and joining their strength together.

  They rocked, Cowboy pushing up and up until he thought something might snap. There was only so much stretching he could do. Each time they met, their skin slapped together, both of them grunting with it on each thrust.

  He reached for Duncan’s cock, wanting to feel it between his fingers while he felt Duncan from the inside too. Stiff and wet-tipped, hot and throbbing—that fine prick fit perfectly in his hand, pushing right over his fingers.

  Cowboy moaned, stroking and fucking all in time. “Good, Doc? This okay?”

  “Good. Don’t stop.”

  Demanding little shit.

  “Not going to.” Nope. He was going to give the Doc his all, slamming his hips up, pushing his cock deep. That pretty cock was leaking something fierce, dripping clear come just for him.

  “Sweet.” Cowboy swiped one drop up with his finger, licking it clean a second later.

  “Do you know how incredibly hot that is?” Shit, if Duncan could speak that coherently, he wasn’t doing his job.

  “Tell me.” He’d see how far the coherence went once he reached down to tug on that sweet-as-fuck cock, rubbing up and down.

  “Mmm. You’re like a walking wet dream, Colby. Oh. Oh, right there.” Colby shifted, a sharp cry barking out.

  Still too talky. He pushed his thumb into the slit at the end of Colby’s cock, wanting to see the flush that would rise under that fine skin. He got it too. Duncan’s head slammed back, that fine, lean body bouncing on his cock like nothing going.

  That was more like it. Hoo yeah. Cowboy grinned up, his cock aching when Duncan clamped down on him. Damn. Yeah.

  “Colby.” Duncan bit his name out, entire body going tight.

  “Yes. Doc. Come on, honey.” Those muscles made him want to scream, the way they went so tight around him.

  “Uhn.” There it was. Incoherence. Bingo. Duncan jerked; then heat sprayed over his hand, over his belly.

  “Goddamn. Doc.” Cowboy bit his lower lip, riding it out, trying to hold on just long enough to see Duncan finish coming.

  “All. All yours.” Duncan bent over him, staring down, cheeks blushing dark.

  “Mine.” He let go of Duncan’s cock so he could bring one hand to his mouth, the taste of Duncan pushing him over the edge.

  Duncan’s cheek slid alongside his, smooth as a baby’s butt. “Mmm. Not bad. Not bad at all.”

  “No.” Now he was the one who could hardly speak, his breath coming hard and fast in his chest. “Not bad at all.”

  The hollow under his ear got a soft kiss; Duncan’s ass squeezed him tight.

  “Doc! Watch that, huh?”

  “Hmm? It doesn’t feel good?”

  “It feels amazing. I’m just not sure I can do that again.” He was man enough to admit it, huh?

  “It doesn’t have to be about fucking, Colby. It can just be about feeling.” Duncan squeezed again.

  “I like feeling.” Okay. Go Doc for pointing that out. He grinned up, patting one lean hip.

  “I thought you might. I have to admit that I’m a fan, myself.” Duncan shifted a bit, went all heavy-lidded and lazy against him.

  “I figured that out, Doc.” There was a lot he still had to figure out, but the way Duncan responded to his touch was no mystery.

  Duncan nodded. “I wonder how many idiots make the mistake of thinking you’re a fool.”

  “A good many, Doc. Last thing they ever do.” Good t
hing Duncan was smarter than that, wasn’t it? The man had hit him with a paperweight, after all. He figured Jay-Jay was betting the guys after them wouldn’t be that bright.

  “I’m sure I’m supposed to be offended by the violence.” Duncan’s eyes were a lot like a bird’s. “Remind me to work on that later.”

  Little shit.

  “I’ll try to keep that in mind, honey.” Cowboy stretched. “You might have a lot to be offended by, later.”

  “Mmm-hmm. I’ll work on it.”

  “I’m serious, babe.” He hated to let serious intrude, but Sonny and MJ could be damned offensive. Okay, amusing to him, but still.

  “I’m fully aware of that.” Near-black eyes met his, deadly quiet. “Fortunately for you, I appear to have an incredible ability to adapt, where you are concerned.”

  “True enough.” That stare sent a little chill through him, which was ridiculous. He could hold his own, and Doc had a thing for him.

  He saw it, just for a second, a bright flare of pure green in those eyes.

  Jesus.

  He pulled Duncan’s head down against his shoulder, deciding to go with the whole feeling-and-not-thinking thing for as long as he could.

  That thinking thing was dangerous for a cowboy like him, that was for sure.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  “PADDY.”

  He blinked and looked around. It was dark.

  Really dark.

  “Neil? Neil, is that you? I can’t see you.”

  Paddy stumbled around, hands held out. Why was it so dark? Where were they?

  What was going on?

  “Yes, love. How are you? You seem… distressed.”

  “I’m…. Neil, it’s really dark in here.” He was scared. Why was he scared?

  “It is? You’re like a beacon, Padraic. I miss you so.” Neil sounded so… normal.

  “I miss you.” Neil was gone. That was it. Gone. “You… you’re not dead, right? Because I’m coming. I got Boomer, and he’s going to help me. I’m coming, Neil. I promise.”

  “I’m… well, I don’t think I am. There’s this pain.” A flash of light lit his dream, just like lightning. He couldn’t see anything in it. Nothing but light.

  “I’m sorry, Neil. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” It was important that Neil know that.

  “No, no, love. No one is at fault. Not really. Well, perhaps your Manning.” That made him want to smile.

  “I’m coming. I promise.” His cheeks were wet, and his heart hurt so bad he wanted to scream with it. “Do you know where you are?”

  “I’m not entirely sure. If I can glean anything, I’ll let you know.” Neil paused. “I do love you, Padraic. No matter what.”

  “Underground? Are you under the ground? In a hospital? A lab?” He took another step forward. “I love you, Neil. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s damp. You know, after London, I vowed I would never go anywhere damp….”

  “No. No, we’re going back to the beach. It’s wet, but not damp.” Don’t leave me, Neil. I need you, so badly.

  “I liked the beach. The bicycle. Your hat.” Neil had laughed and laughed at his hat.

  “I know. I brought you books. You read to me.” His heart was breaking.

  “I’ll read to you again soon, love. They haven’t hurt my eyes, hmm?”

  “Oh God.” Oh God. OhGodohGodohGod.

  No. No, fuck. Please. Please.

  “Paddy? Paddy, I need you to focus, love. You’re not doing either of us any good when you’re running off in all directions. I know they took me across the ocean. I know I’m belowground.”

  Another flash of white light seared his eyes, making him cry out.

  “Neil, I’m coming! I promise. I promise you.” Underground. Across the ocean. Neil was in the States. “Did they drive you?”

  “They…. They’re coming, Padraic. You ought to go. I don’t want you to…. I want you to be awake, love.”

  “Neil. Neil, please. Please, no. Don’t hurt him anymore! Come get me!”

  The light flashed on then and didn’t go off, and Paddy screamed and screamed. No. Not his Neil. Not strapped to a chair like a broken doll, head lolling, blood on his fine, pale skin.

  “Rick! Rick! Wake the fuck up or I swear to God I’ll toss you overboard!” Somebody was slapping him, over and over and over again.

  He screamed again and again, lashing out, needing to get to Neil so badly.

  “Paddy!” The voice was wrong, but at least the name was right, and it came roaring right next to his ear, making him blink, making the image fade.

  Sonny.

  He opened his eyes and saw Boomer, the ugly, scarred face, pale eyes huge and wild, like a sick dog. “Good. Good job, Sunshine. I can’t take that sound.”

  “Hush.” Sonny whapped Boomer with one big hand. “Paddy, look at me, okay? I’m gonna run out of drugs, y’all keep this up.”

  “They have Neil in the US, underground. They’ve hurt him, so bad. Please. Please, we have to go right now.” The words just poured out of him.

  “Where in the US?” Sonny was calm, easy, those big hands closing on his shoulders.

  “There were chairs. He’s hurt so bad. Under the ground. Please.” He stared up at Sonny, begging. “Please, help me.”

  This was all his fault. All of it.

  “Okay. Okay. We’ll help you. But we can’t if MJ clocks you or makes me drug you.” Those dark, dark eyes bored into his. “Got it?”

  “Uh-huh. Anything. Please, Sonny. Help me.”

  “You know it, kiddo. You know it.” Sonny had never lied to him. Sonny liked Neil.

  He nodded, slapped the tears off his cheeks. “He’s underground. Here. I mean, in the States. Not here.”

  “Then we need to start looking for entry points. MJ knows their MO.”

  He looked over at Boomer. “This is our fault. They’ve hurt him, so bad.”

  “It’s not our fault. You blame those lousy motherfuckers, not us. Can you still see him?”

  He shook his head, the room… room?

  Boat?

  Ship?

  Something.

  Whatever it was, it was spinning.

  “Hey. Hey, now. Head down between your knees, huh?” Sonny’s hands cradled him, pulling him down.

  “Do we have any Atarax, Sunshine? That’ll even out his world a little.”

  “No. No more drugs. Please. I’m okay.”

  “Shh. It’ll be fine.” He could feel Boomer moving, could hear another set of feet, but Sonny never budged.

  “He’s hurt so bad.” Paddy shook himself a little. Cope, Padraic. Cope. You have to get your shit together and help Neil. “What can I do to help?”

  “You can tell us everything you can see in your head. You can tell us everything he said to you.”

  Paddy nodded. “I can do that.”

  He had an eidetic memory.

  He could do that.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  PADDY WASN’T drugged again. Yet.

  Cowboy and Duncan were making him food. Paddy. Food to eat. Not making Paddy into food.

  Lord.

  Sonny sighed, rolling his head on his neck. “So, where’s the most likely place, Precious? They got a bunker in the desert somewhere?”

  MJ was starting to look like an addict, and Sonny made himself a mental note to check the stash because, damn. MJ was a shitty junkie, but the man worked the uppers like nothing good. “No. I don’t think so. That’s military and…. But it’s more stable than by the coast.” He bent back over a bunch of maps, muttering under his breath.

  “The coast.” He knew he could prod MJ into sharing if he worked it hard enough. Details, not drugs.

  “Yeah. The coast has more people, fault lines… I wonder where Duncan was. I wonder if he knows when he’s bulgy.”

  “Well, you have to wait until Paddy calms down some to test that theory.” Jesus, he could just see poking Duncan now and having Paddy melt down.

  “Yeah.�
�� MJ was starting to jitter, moving the maps around idly.

  Sonny grabbed his hands. “Hey. Look at me.”

  “What?” Those blue eyes were huge, staring at him.

  “We need to concentrate. Who do we know who would know about their entry? It couldn’t have been soft, right?”

  “No. No…. And Neil would have been torn up. They’d want to keep him as far from other people as they could.”

  “Right. So somewhere, a wave was made. We can find the ripples.” Shit, they were good at that kind of wet work.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I need to log in. See if the satellite feed is working.” MJ stood, headed in for his laptop, passing Paddy by without a look.

  “That’s it. That’s good. I’ll get with your boy Cowboy, see if he can make some inquiries. Huh?”

  “Uh-huh. Good. Yeah.” Boom. No more MJ.

  Damn, they needed this shit over.

  Sonny turned on his heel, heading for the little galley, hunting down the cowboy. He jerked his head when those gray eyes lifted, and Cowboy came sauntering over. “Look at California and on up the coast.”

  “I’m not going to California.” Duncan’s words were flat. Sure.

  He glanced over, taking in the way the Doc’s eyes went a little green at the edges. “Yeah? Why not?”

  “I don’t go there.” Man, that was a growl.

  Cowboy stared at Sonny, then at Duncan, eyes bright with something like mischief. Evil man. “No shit, Doc? Why don’t you?”

  “Because I….” That weirdassed panicked look hit Duncan again, eyes rolling like dice. “Because I don’t.”

  “Tell me why.” Cowboy advanced on the man, way closer than Sonny would have gotten when the man was looking that twitchy.

  “No.” Duncan took a step backward. “What’s wrong with you, Colby?”

  “Not a damned thing. You’re the one twitching.”

  “I am not.” Duncan snarled, stepped forward, shoulders rolling.

  “Yeah.” Cowboy moved up, bumping chests with the guy, whose chest had… expanded. Cool. Man, MJ should be seeing this. It was like drive-in-movie cool.

  Duncan snarled, head ducking, those eyes going bright green. “Don’t push.”

  “I will if I want.” That slow-talking friend of MJ’s was either really brave or really stupid.