Road Trip, Volume 2

by BA Tortuga

  He nodded, brain trying to work this out. Something about Sonny made things odd.

  “C’mere, Precious. Let me lean on you, man.” That big monkey arm wrapped around him, Sonny leaning.

  That was easy to do. His hands knew exactly where to go, how to hold on.

  “That’s it. Oh man, Cowboy is so going down for that.” They limped across the deck to the bench Jaime had napped on.

  “He said you needed sleep.” He eased Sonny down, fingers sliding on the muscled arms. “I told him you’d be sick.”

  “You know me, no matter what.” Sonny took another sip, then another. “Better.”

  “Good.” He reached up, touched the ink on Sonny’s shoulder.

  “You like?” Sonny grinned, something almost dangerous flashing in those tired eyes.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it’s a great piece.” His fingers traced it, sliding over the lines.

  “Yeah. It’s kind of an homage.” Sonny leaned into his touch, sighing, that big body relaxing.

  “It suits you.” He hummed under his breath, completely derailed, refocused.

  “You think?” Sonny’s breath hitched, skin shivering under his touch.

  “I do.” His hands kept moving, exploring. He didn’t know how long he’d have this sort of time.

  “Should head below, huh? Let me brush my teeth.” Sonny gave him a wry grin.

  “Sure. There’s windows.” He stood up, offered Sonny one hand. “Come on, redneck. Let’s get you into some water.”

  “Oh fuck, that sounds good.” That big hand swallowed his.

  “It does. I’ll wash your… hair.” He chuckled, winked.

  “You could shave my head.” Sonny seemed to hold his breath.

  “Mmm.” His cock jerked. “Come on.”

  “Yeah.” The big guy was moving way more easily now, hands sliding on his skin a little.

  He wanted to sit in Sonny’s lap and do it, run his fingers over the man’s head, take it slow. They made it to the head, and he figured there would actually be room to do it. There was a little bench.

  He eased Sonny down, turned the water on, and handed over toothbrush and paste, then gathered the shaving supplies. He didn’t think too hard about why he knew where shit was, how he knew these things.

  Sonny made quick work of cleaning up, then settled in the spray, getting good and wet.

  He stepped in the shower, straddled Sonny’s thighs, met those dark eyes. “My head’s all fucked-up, man, but I need this right now. So we’re just not going to think for a little while.”

  “No thinking.” Nodding, Sonny stared right back, that look molten hot. “Just this.”

  “Yeah.” He got the shaving gel between his palms, got it sudsy, then started soaping Sonny up, fingers working the scalp.

  “Oh, fuck, Precious.” Shit. The man sounded a little shaky all of a sudden. Still hot as hell, but a little shaky.

  “Shh. Shh, you’re cool, man. I won’t cut you. I’ve got steady hands.”

  “I know. I know, Precious.” Sonny leaned in, letting him get everything soaped up and ready.

  MJ started shaving, singing as he did, as happy as he could imagine being. He wanted this to be real, to be the truth. Sonny just sat still as a stone in the water, eyes closed, a little smile playing on his mouth. The lines around those eyes had relaxed some. He took his time, slowly working over Sonny’s scalp, inch by inch. His cock started filling, rising up against Sonny’s belly.

  When he paused to rinse the razor, Sonny put one hand flat on his ass, pushing him down so he could feel that answering hardness. Someone was rallying from the drugs.

  He moaned, the fingers of his free hand moving over Sonny’s scalp. “Feeling better?”

  “Much. Oh, Precious, you have no idea.” Turning, Sonny kissed the inside of his wrist, hands sliding up his back.

  He moaned, fingers curling. So good. So fucking good.

  Those fingers slipped up and rubbed against the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing the lines.

  “It’s my favorite.” He didn’t know why. He was fairly sure it didn’t matter.

  “Yeah. Strangely enough, it’s mine too.” That grin was purely evil and all happy, all at once.

  “Evil looks good on you.”

  “You think? I tell you what, Precious, you look better on me.” Oh, listen to that growl. It made everything else go away.

  “You’re feeling better.”

  “I am. You’re like a restorative or some shit. Better than moonshine.” Sonny kissed him, lips wet but not soapy.

  He closed his eyes, not thinking. Not having a single thought.

  Not one.

  They kissed harder, the water trickling down over their skin. A full-on shower was hard to achieve on a yacht.

  He grinned a little. Holding this man was like….

  Like….

  Coming home.

  “I got you, huh? Jesus, I got you here with me.” Sonny held on tight, not letting him slip or slide.

  “You do.” No matter what came next.

  “Then I’m golden.” That grin was a little wild, a lot knowing, but it didn’t panic him at all.

  “Yeah.” He rinsed off the last bit of shaving cream. “Yeah, Sunshine.”

  “Your hands.” Leaning, Sonny let him touch, let him just do whatever he wanted.

  “Need to touch you. Fuck, I….” He couldn’t miss this man.

  He couldn’t.

  “So touch me, huh? Want to go to bed?” Sonny was a practical one, for sure.

  “Yes.” That was an easy answer.

  “Well, come on.” The man’s strength was starting to return, because he lifted, and Jaime was on his feet all of a sudden. Damn.

  He wrapped his hand around the man’s cock, appreciating the built-in handle.

  “Oh, fuck. Time to go, Precious.”

  Shit, how many times had he heard that? Wait. How many times had he heard that?

  “No thinking.”

  He looked up at Sonny, a dull panic building in the back of his head. Go. Time to go. Time to go, Precious.

  “No.” Serious all of a sudden, Sonny picked him up and carried him the rest of the way, then slapped him down on the bunk. “No. Thinking.”

  “Right. No thinking. Come here.”

  Lowering down on him, Sonny kind of surrounded him with hair-rough skin and wet warmth, rubbing all along his body. That stopped the thinking. He let his fingers explore, sliding over the long, long broad back, stopping at a puckered scar under the man’s rib cage.

  “You like it?” The bass rumble made him look up, meet those dark eyes.

  “No. It pisses me off. Should it piss me off?”

  “Well, people were shooting at you at the time.” Now those eyes crinkled up at the corners, laughing a little.

  “At me? That wouldn’t do it. Just the shooting at you.” His redneck.

  “Well, there you go. They hit me while I was hauling you out over the opposite shoulder.” Long fingers traced his sternum, down his belly.

  “My hero.”

  “Your motherfucking hero, Precious. Don’t forget it again.”

  “Did I ever? Really?”

  “No. Thank God.” They were obviously thinking too much, because Sonny kissed him so hard and deep that it felt like drinking something too hot, like when it burned all the way down.

  He spread Sonny’s thighs, fingers pushing in, grabbing that muscled ass.

  That big cock pressed against him, rubbing his lower belly, then down along his prick. He wanted to eat the man up, wanted to take him in.

  “Sunshine.” He let his hands slide, all ten fingers wrapped around Sonny’s cock. It was awkward and weird, but hot.

  “Christ. More.” Pushing right down into his hands, Sonny moaned, sweat starting to replace the beads of water from the shower.

  “Yes.” He wove his fingers together, gripping tighter, eyes on Sonny’s face.

  That big body started rocking for him, up and down, rubbing all over him.
The arms holding Sonny up never even trembled. He worked Sonny hard, dragging his hands up and down, squeezing his fingers. That cock jerked in his hands, making him lick his lips and moan. So responsive. So damned his.

  He bit his bottom lip, eyes fastened on that pretty cock.

  “Precious. I…. When you touch me like that. God.” Sonny’s cock was wet for him, and not a bit of it was from the shower.

  “It’s a talent.” He swallowed hard, moaning as he watched.

  “It is. Fucking A.” Sonny was bucking now, the rhythm lost. It was all just sweat and musk and need.

  “Come on, Sunshine. Show me.”

  “Show you….” Sonny damned near crushed him, slamming against him and crying out.

  He groaned, rubbed the tip of Sonny’s cock, watching the spunk spray out, hot and right.

  “Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it.” The man sounded happy as hell, that deep rasp sliding right up his spine.

  “Yeah.” He rode it out, watched every single second.

  “Uhn.” Baby head set in, Sonny drooping against him. “What do you… what…? You need.”

  He was cool. “Shut up, Sunshine. Get some sleep.”

  “But MJ….” The guy was very invested in equality in orgasms. And kisses. Only for him.

  He took the kiss, easily. That taste did it for him.

  “Mmm. You sure you don’t…?” The words were slurring by the end of the sentence.

  “Shh.” He settled, closed his eyes, and listened to Sonny sleep.

  “HOME SWEET hut.” Sonny dropped his duffel on the floor, looking around the little thatched-roof vacation house, which was just far enough off the beaten track to be perfect.

  MJ looked around, a little gobsmacked, a little panicky, and just about to run. Sonny could smell it.

  He knew Running MJ well. He knew all the MJs well. Sonny tucked his fingers into the pocket of MJ’s jeans, thinking how weird it was to see his surfer dude in Wranglers. “Nap, chocolate, or fuck?”

  “I have to choose?”

  “Hmm. No, but you have to put them in order.” That would give MJ something to think about besides running.

  “Chocolate, fucking, then naps.” MJ’s eyes were on the huge windows, the sun pouring in.

  “Cool. I think we might have achieved Ding Dongs.”

  “We have.” Cowboy walked in the door and tossed him a box, going to check all the danger areas. “Doc and I are just down the way.”

  MJ looked at Cowboy like a rattler looked at an alligator—with a bit of curiosity, a touch of respect, and a lot of teeth.

  “Here.” Sonny handed off the box of Ding Dongs, looking to see what MJ thought of that.

  MJ’s focus snapped onto the box, eyes wide. “Ding Dongs. I think it might be love.”

  “It has been, Precious, trust me.” He waved Cowboy off, barely hearing the door click shut. Moving closer, he leaned against MJ’s side. “Gonna share?”

  MJ’s head tilted, like that weirdassed, fucked-up brain was trying so hard to remember, to get it together. “Sure….”

  MJ unwrapped one and took a bite, licking at the cream center before turning sticky lips to him. Oh, hell yes.

  Sonny moaned, not just because it was sexy as hell, but because the motion was so MJ that he could hardly stand it. He took the kiss he needed, lips slamming down on MJ’s mouth.

  MJ opened up, letting him taste, letting him in. Beautiful motherfucker.

  Sonny pushed one hand up into MJ’s hair, ignoring the weird, rough feel of it thanks to all the dye. He just wanted to hold MJ close.

  Chocolate and sex, that was what MJ tasted like.

  That was a flavor he’d never get enough of, one he thought he’d lost forever when MJ had surrendered to save his ass. That hit him again, low and hard. The stupid son of a bitch had just…. All for him.

  That wasn’t how it was supposed to work. They were supposed to be all for one and one for MJ. He shook it off, knowing that he had to focus on the now.

  Those huge blue eyes were fastened on him, focused, like MJ was trying to figure him out. He wasn’t complicated, though. No way. He just wanted to retire for real, for real. Take MJ and run.

  MJ was gonna try it soon too, that running thing. Not before they fucked, but soon after, MJ’d try to scramble.

  Sonny just put his hands under MJ’s ass and lifted, not letting the man get away from him now.

  “Mmm.” MJ pulled away, took another bite, fucking the Ding Dong with his tongue.

  Sonny watched, thinking how they’d had this contest more than once. What was better than a Ding Dong? A blowjob.

  MJ moaned, eyes dragging down his body. Maybe MJ was thinking the same thing.

  “I got this one, Precious.” Grinning, Sonny dropped to his knees, listening to his joints creak. He pulled at MJ’s zipper and button, needing bad.

  “Oh man. Your mouth.” MJ reached out, one chocolatey finger tracing his lips.

  “My mouth, your dick. Two great tastes that taste great together.” He winked, then bent to lick at MJ’s freed cock.

  MJ’s laugh turned into a moan, all raw and harsh, MJ pushing right between his lips.

  Fuck, yes. He hollowed his cheeks out, sucking deep and hard. He wanted MJ to think real hard. Real hard before he left.

  “Sonny. Sonny. Fuck.” The last of the Ding Dong fell to the floor.

  He might bemoan the loss of chocolate later, though Sonny doubted it. More likely he’d gloat about being better than chocolate.

  One hand cupped the back of his head, hips moving back and forth, fucking his lips like it was supposed to be.

  He sucked and sucked, giving MJ everything he could. Goddamn, he could so do this forever.

  “Need you. Fuck. Fuck, Sonny. I… I have to….” MJ’s head fell back, throat working.

  He gripped that amazing ass with his hands and yanked, pulling MJ all the way in, all the way to the back of his throat. Damn.

  Spunk poured into his mouth—salty and bitter and all MJ.

  Sonny moaned around MJ’s cock, swallowing it all down, his own hips jerking back and forth. That, right there, MJ in his throat, made him want to come.

  “Fuck me.” The words were blunt, raw, MJ right there with him.

  “I can do that.” Hoping to God MJ meant it literally, Sonny popped up off the floor and yanked MJ to the mosquito-netted bed.

  It looked like he was in luck. MJ pushed his jeans the rest of the way off and spread for him, cock still half-hard against those too-dark curls.

  “Oh God.” He about killed himself getting naked, his arms and legs not wanting to work just right. He was kinda shaking too much.

  MJ lifted up, dragging him in as soon as he was close to bare. “In me. I want to feel you.”

  “Just let me get you wet.” It occurred to him that a condom might not be a bad idea, not knowing what they’d done to Precious, but he didn’t have one handy, so he went with spit and some faith.

  It took forever and no time at all to push inside MJ’s body, rock and shift, fill that sweet ass up.

  He leaned against MJ’s back, his hands sliding around those lean hips. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Precious.”

  “Yeah. Sonny. Come on.”

  His ink was right fucking there.

  Sonny bent and licked at it, not caring if it still pissed MJ off. That was his fucking mark. His.

  MJ’s ass clenched, squeezed around his cock. “Sunshine… I…. Don’t stop.”

  Sunshine…. He could have burst out crying. Maybe laughing. Instead he moved faster. “Not gonna.”

  MJ slammed back against him, taking him to the root over and over.

  Growling, panting, Sonny moved, letting MJ feel it, letting himself enjoy it. A lot. Too much.

  “Hot fucking redneck….”

  Yes. Yes, fuck. Come back. He reached around, grabbing MJ’s cock, careful not to hurt anything. Not to bang that sore belly.

  “Yeah. Yeah, harder. Want to remember this.”

  No way
was he gonna let MJ run. No way. But he’d make sure it left a fucking impression.

  MJ squeezed him, ass rippling around him, tight as a fist.

  Groaning, he bent and bit, just off to one side of the tattoo. Damn. Salty. Hot.

  “Fuck!” MJ’s back rolled. “Fuck. Again. Again. I need.”

  “I know what you need, babe. I know. You just gotta trust me.” He yanked harder on MJ’s cock, slamming into that sweet ass, biting down.

  Heat sprayed over his fingers as MJ gave it up for him, lost it, milking his cock and calling out for him, over and over. No one who knew him on that deep, desperate level was going to be able to leave him for long. Sonny just had to believe it.

  “Oh, damn. Damn. That’s…. Yeah.” MJ shuddered, fighting to catch his breath.

  “Better? Yeah. We’re getting there.” One hand held MJ up, the other flattening on the man’s belly, just sharing warmth.

  MJ nodded. “Way better. Shit, redneck, you may well have broken me.”

  The soft chuckle didn’t sound broken at all.

  “Ruined you for life. You’re only gonna want me, Precious.” He hummed against the back of MJ’s neck.

  “Okay. I’m in.”

  “Nope. I am.” It had to be done. He couldn’t just leave that one there. Sonny laughed, feeling lighter than he had in ages.

  MJ’s laughter rang out, wild and hot as fuck.

  Finally they just sort of toppled, the bed catching them, giving them a soft place to fall.

  “Heavy asshole.” MJ was still chuckling, chest jerking underneath.

  “Yours.” Hell, that might send MJ running, but it had to be said.

  “Yeah.” MJ nodded, didn’t stiffen.

  He kissed that patch of skin on MJ’s shoulder over and over again. It tasted better than everything else, somehow.

  “You did that.” MJ relaxed into the sheets. “I don’t remember it, but I know it. You did that for me.”

  “I did. I have one that matches one of yours too.” He licked the back of MJ’s neck. “You’ll know sometime soon. You’re a smart dog.”

  “I’m trying. I’m trying to put shit together, dude. It’s… it’s like the weirdest fucking puzzle, and I keep losing pieces.”

  “I know.” That was his MJ, right there for a moment. Right fucking there. “We’ll figure it. I promise.”