by BA Tortuga
“Huh.” He poured a lemon drop, sucked the rum down, then started pouring another. “I was considering having a fistfight. These two were cooperating.”
“Ah. Well, let me know if y’all are still working on it. I’ll make popcorn.”
“You don’t like popcorn.” The words were out before he even heard them.
“Nope.” Looking cheerful as all fuck, Sonny grabbed the bottle and poured a drink.
He pushed his glass over for a third, then turned to the fridge again. There had to be chocolate somewhere.
Had to be.
“So, what? Being bald makes you drink like a fish?” The professor was staring, forehead all creased.
“Nope. I drink like a fish just because I’m wired that way. He does it when he’s grumpy.” Sonny came up behind him, reaching up to the cabinet above the fridge. Ding Dongs.
Oh.
Oh, dude.
His eyes followed those like they were gold.
“Sweet, huh? I know you love this shit.” Sonny was teasing him.
“Gimme.” He was willing to fight over those. Ding Dongs. Fucking A.
“Shame you’re so short.” Those long monkey arms went up, the Ding Dongs suddenly high.
He reached out, grabbed hold of those dark, curly underarm hairs, and pulled.
“Ow! Fuck! No fair.” Dancing back, Sonny slammed into the fridge, grunting.
“All’s fair. Gimme chocolate.”
“What do we say?” Laughing like a lunatic, Sonny pushed one leg between his, pressing up.
“Uhn. Fuck.” God, that burned so fucking good. “Now.”
“Jesus. Do they ever stop?”
He was going to kill that little professor fuck.
“Do we?” Cowboy, at least, sounded amused.
Sonny bent and kissed him, hard. “Time for blowjob one and some chocolate. Bed.”
“Yeah.” He flipped the others off, eyes never leaving Sonny’s. Now worked for him.
The Ding Dongs fell into his hands, and Sonny bent farther, shoulder against his belly. Good thing his gut was feeling better, because Sonny lifted him right up. He laughed as they went, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside him.
“Mmm-hmm. You’re a little light these days. Of course, the first time we did this, I was getting shot at.”
He touched the scar on Sonny’s back. “My hero….”
“I am. Your motherfucking hero.”
The words echoed, reminding him of… something. Damn it. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He wanted to remember.
“You thinking too much, Precious?” One big hand landed on his ass, not hard enough to be a slap, just hard enough to remind him of what he had coming.
“Never. I’m not into thinking. I’m a doer.”
“Mmm. I like doing you. Or you doing me.” Sonny was laughing, but it wasn’t ugly.
“Uh-huh. After chocolate.” His head felt light.
“Yeah.” Serious now, Sonny eased him down on the bed and gently took the Ding Dongs, opened one for him. “Chocolate.”
He went up on his knees, hands wrapping around Sonny’s waist as he focused on the sweet in his redneck’s—his redneck, his hero, his, damn it—fingers. He leaned in, nipped off the end, and started licking and lapping, moaning over the chocolate and cream.
“Oh fuck. Precious. That’s like porn.” Sonny watched him like he was the second fucking coming or something.
MJ moaned, mouth sliding on the Ding Dong, cock filling as he sucked.
“Yeah. Kiss me?” Sonny waited until he’d eaten the whole thing before asking, all polite and shit.
He reached up, pulled that fine mouth down to his. “Fuck, I missed you, man. So much.”
“Good.” He could have gotten pissed at that one word, but he understood, and the kiss made up for any weirdness.
He focused on that mouth—that sweet, hot fucking mouth that didn’t kiss before him, but it didn’t matter, because the first time they kissed, it had tasted like fucking Ding Dongs. Sonny cupped the back of his head with the hand not smeared with chocolate and pulled him closer until their chests bumped. His felt weirdly smooth against Sonny’s fuzziness.
Not as weird as his cock was going to feel, but he’d worry about that later. After they fucked.
Twice.
Sonny licked his lower lip, backing off enough to breathe. “Chocolate.”
“Uh-huh. More. Again. Now.”
“More of which?” Sonny pulled out another wrapped piece of heaven, dangling it.
“I have to choose, Sunshine?” He put his hand on Sonny’s chest, on his ink. “I remember how hard getting this made you.”
“Yeah?” Sonny started to pant, pupils dilating, just like that. “Made me want to scream. Wanted you so bad.”
He nodded, his heart slamming in his rib cage, making him dizzy. “I took you back to the room and fucked you. I remember how fucking wild you were.”
“Shit, yes. I was crazed for you. Watching me get your fucking mark.” That mouth fastened on his neck, sucking hard.
“Then you did mine. I want another one. Sonny.” Yes. Yes, his redneck. His. He was going to scream with it.
“Anytime, Precious. Fuck, MJ. Need you. You ready to fuck me raw?”
“Yeah.” He leaned back and pushed Sonny, ignoring the Ding Dong altogether in favor of cupping that tight ass and bending to put his mouth right there at that tiny little hole, get it wet for him.
Sonny groaned, that water-over-stone voice crying right out for him. His name.
He didn’t play or tease, because he needed in, needed to feel Sonny working his cock and know that Sonny came for him. That thought had his mind jittering away, not ready to think about that yet, and it didn’t matter, damn it. Not now.
Now Sonny mattered.
“Come on, Precious. MJ. Hurry.” That big body was bucking for him, pushing, all that fucking muscle his. All of it.
He took a second to pull that heavy cock into his mouth and suck, hard. Then he popped off and lined up, balls aching with it. “Ready, redneck?”
“I am. Come on. Please.” Spreading wide, Sonny arched up, letting him have everything he could possibly want.
He didn’t make Sonny beg. Never. He thrust in, crying out as he did, the pressure and heat around him fucking unbearable.
Those long old legs hooked up over his shoulders, the damned Ding Dong crushed in Sonny’s hand. Thank God for the plastic wrap.
MJ laughed—he had to, he was too fucking happy for words—and pushed in deeper. “Sunshine. Oh fuck. I know you. I know you.”
“MJ. Damn. Yes.” Those black eyes stared right into him, that smile bringing up all of the amazing lines on Sonny’s face. He fucking knew every one. Every single one.
“Sonny.” He reached out, touched that amazing mouth, hips driving into his redneck like they had a mind of their own.
“Mmm-hmm.” That was… damn. Sonny clamped down on him, pushing him faster, harder.
Their mouths crashed together, and he gave Sonny everything, everything in him, slamming them until he could scream from the pleasure.
Those hands flattened on his skin, the Ding Dong sailing away, and Sonny pulled at him until he was flying. Just fucking soaring.
He slammed in, balls-deep, rocking there, his cock rubbing over Sonny’s gland.
“Fuck!” Those eyes went wide, Sonny gasping for him, and damned if the man didn’t come without so much as a touch to that fine cock.
“Mine. Love you. Fuck.” He kept moving until he shot, burying himself in deep.
“Yours.” There was nothing there but the truth. Full-on agreement. Sonny caught him as he fell forward, lips on one broad shoulder.
“You found me.”
“It wasn’t the first time, huh? I’ll always find you.” Raising his chin, Sonny kissed his mouth. “You saved my bacon.”
“Always. My mom’s okay?” His dad…. No. No, he wasn’t going there. Not.
“She’s with Red and t
he Brit. She’s good.”
Not home, then, but okay. Damn.
“Okay.” He met Sonny’s eyes. “I have a lot of shit to tell you, man, but I can’t right now, you know? I can’t and keep it together.”
“I know. Soon.” Grinning, Sonny fished out the smooshed Ding Dong. “Chocolate now.”
“Hell, yes.” He opened the plastic, scooped out a bite, and popped it in Sonny’s mouth.
“Mmm.” Somehow, he thought the hottest thing Sonny had done all night was smile at him that way for sharing.
He slipped out of Sonny’s body, stealing a bite of his own before grabbing a towel and cleaning them.
“C’mere.” Hauling him up, Sonny kissed his neck, getting them all snuggled. “We should swim soon.”
“Yeah. We should swim, and you should cook me steak and those little bananas.” He held on, rocking Sonny a little. “I thought…. Well, you know, huh? It was looking bad.”
“I know how it looked from the outside, Precious. It had to be worse in there.” There was some serious unresolved rage there. Kind of made him happy.
“Yeah.” He wasn’t ready to deal with that. “God, you smell good.”
“I smell like sex and cake.” The whole world rocked when Sonny laughed.
“Isn’t that a song?”
“Almost.” They sort of melted down into the bed, just like the Ding Dong.
This was what he needed, right now.
The rest could wait. It was coming back, the good and the bad.
Right now, he’d settle in and enjoy the good.
Chapter Thirteen
“HE’S GOING to get you.”
The voice was low, filling every corner of the air.
Paddy frowned, shook his head. “Go away.”
“He’s going to come. He’s going to get Neil and make you watch while he cuts and bites and….”
“Go away!”
“He’ll make Neil scream and scream, and….”
Paddy whimpered. Please. Please, stop. He was so tired. So scared.
He felt hands wrapping around his shoulders.
“It will all be your fault.”
He threw himself off the bed, running before he woke up.
“Padraic!” The hands drew him to a screeching halt, and it was Neil’s voice in his ear, clear as day.
“Neil! Neil, run!”
“What is it, love? Why are we running?”
“I….” He stopped, the dream voices in his head screaming. “Neil.”
“Shh. It’s all right, sweet. I’m here. They aren’t.”
“Neil.” He pushed into his lover’s arms, covered in a cold sweat.
“I’ve got you.” Pressing him back to the bed, Neil kissed his chin, licking at his skin.
“It’s my fault. I’m so sorry, Neil. I’m sorry.” He’d said it a thousand times; he’d say it a thousand more.
“Shh. Stop, love. Just stop.” Neil hugged him hard, loving on him.
“I….” He turned his head, letting Neil stop his words with that sweet mouth.
The kiss made all sorts of bad things fall away, made so much right.
His Neil.
His.
He moaned, pressing closer.
“Mmm. Yes. That’s much better.” Neil licked all along his lower lip.
Yes. Yes, so much better. Paddy nodded, following Neil’s mouth. They kissed again and again, the nightmare drifting away as pleasure took its place. Neil could make him forget anything.
His love. His Neil. Here. Free. Healing.
Fingers dug into his ribs, tickling him insanely. Oh, no fair.
“Neil!” He laughed, wiggling furiously.
“What? You’re far too tempting, Padraic.” The man didn’t let up, just kept at him until he was gasping.
He held on, laughing hard, fingers tangled in Neil’s hair.
“Mmm. Much better.” He was pretty sure Neil hadn’t said that out loud, because Neil’s mouth was all up on his.
Neil tasted like tea and cinnamon and laughter, and Paddy went searching for more of the flavors. Their tongues met, rubbed, the feeling sending little tingles all down his arms and legs. Neil made him want so many things. He needed this—the tasting and touching, the loving. Neil seemed to need it too, licking at him, kissing him, hands everywhere at once. It all made his head swim.
He’d forgotten how good it felt, to need so badly.
They rocked together, moving faster and faster, still laughing just a little. Neil made him feel like he could do anything.
He brought Neil’s hand to his crotch, pushed it tight against him. More. More touching.
“Oh. Love.” That was out loud, and he could hear the need.
“Yes. I want.” More than Pop-Tarts. More than anything. He wanted their laughter and loving back.
Nodding, Neil rubbed him up and down, fingers warm and firm on his skin.
Paddy dug his heels into the mattress, his hips rocking up, pushing into Neil’s touch.
“Paddy. Love you so.” Neil slid down, kissing his chest, licking at his nipples. He had a graphic image in his head of what Neil wanted to do to him, all of a sudden.
“Please.” Now. Now would be good for him.
Love you. He thought it, happy and warm, home. Love you.
Yes. The affirmative resounded in his mind. Mine. Home. Love.
Paddy nodded, the love in his chest almost too big.
Neil finally landed atop him, kissing him madly, humping like a man completely healed.
He wrapped his legs around Neil, pushing back, rubbing harder.
Neil’s cheeks were flushed, the smile in his eyes fading to something more primal, the need coming back full force. Neil was so damned beautiful when he was wanting.
He reached down, grabbed Neil’s cock. He wanted this—in his hand, in his mouth, in his ass. Not all at once and not now because this was perfect now, but he wanted.
Neil moaned, cock pushing into his hand. “Please, love.”
“Uh-huh. Now. Anything.” He tightened his grip, tugging harder.
“Yes. Oh. I… yes.” Neil humped, but those long-fingered hands moved over him, making him crazy too.
“Yes.” So beautiful. So beautiful, his Neil.
“More.” Neil was demanding it now, cock swelling against his palm.
“Anything.” He could give Neil more.
“I need.” Neil couldn’t seem to say it out loud, like he was too out of breath. But he could show Paddy, show him that he needed a harder touch, maybe the press of Paddy’s thumb just there.
Just there. He pressed down, let his nail push in, the tiniest bit.
A grunt and a flex of Neil’s lean muscles was his reward. That and the wild cry.
So he did it again.
And again.
And one more time.
Neil made the most amazing noise. Kind of like when someone choked, but not like a panicky thing at all. More a pleasure thing.
Love. He let himself think it, as well and hard as he could.
Body shaking, Neil came for him, right there in his hand. Oh, it smelled so good.
He brought his hand up to his mouth, licked it clean, the flavor of Neil everywhere.
“Padraic.” There was a whole world of emotion in the syllables of his name.
“Mm-hmm.” He nodded, leaned in.
“What do you need, love?” Neil was willing to give it. Anything he asked.
“You. Touch me. Show me it’s all good.”
“Of course.” Neil licked him, touched him, kissed him until he wanted to scream with it.
Paddy found himself writhing, sliding across the bed, breathless with pleasure.
“Yes,” Neil murmured against his skin. “Feel me. Feel me, love.”
“Neil.” How could he not? Neil was everywhere.
“Come for me, love. Then we’ll rest and eat and have tea.” Neil and his tea. He had to laugh, though, then moan when Neil stroked him good and hard, making friction and heat.<
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It was easy to find his orgasm with Neil’s pleasure in his head, filling up all his little empty places.
“Perfect.” Hoarse but happy, Neil’s voice filled the silence too.
He nodded, head feeling like it was too big for his neck.
“I think we might have to wait for tea.” Voice a little muffled because his face was buried in Paddy’s shoulder, Neil laughed, the movement rocking them a little.
“Uh-huh.” Naps. Naps were good.
“Mmm. Now.” Neil dozed right off. He could hear it when Neil dropped into deep sleep.
He breathed in, the scent of Neil heady and tight and good.
Things were getting better. For the first time, Paddy could actually feel it. Neil was almost healed in his head. The other wounds had been gone a long while.
They were almost ready.
He just didn’t know what for.
“IT’S TIME.”
Neil grunted, his eyes burning at the sudden rush of bright daylight. White sand, brilliant blue water; he could see it all.
“Time for what? Manning?” He was so disoriented he had no idea where he was, what was happening.
The bright light went away like an eclipse had dropped across the sky, and suddenly he was back in that place. That place that had dark warrens and electrical wires and the smell of burned flesh. Neil gagged, his hands and feet scrabbling, trying to help him get away.
“Do it, Brit. Then you can wake up.”
Neil blinked, trying to focus on the hulking, metallic shape in the corner.
Oh. Oh, yes. The safe. Clearly it was time to open Manning’s safe. Neil peered down at his hands, which felt like they were on fire. His fingers were bent and swollen, just like they had been when Padraic had found him.
“I cannot use my fingers, Manning. I’m sorry.”
He could see Manning now, those blue eyes that were sometimes green staring into his. They were as bright as the sea had been when he first woke.
“You don’t use your hands, and you know it, man. Use your noodle. Open the fucking safe.”
Neil nodded, not sure if that was the best idea. It might be like unleashing hell. Still, he had to do it, didn’t he? He’d promised.
“Very well. Give me some space.” Neil turned his mind to the combination, the magic set of numbers that would let MJ out, once and for all.
