by Onley James
Boston was perfect. Their lives together felt perfect, even when they fought about laundry and who forgot to start the dishwasher, there was never fear of this being the end. Boston felt like home to Cal, which is why Cal didn’t understand why Gideon had brought him back to their old town—back to Roosevelt—where every bad thing had happened to him. Every bad thing but meeting Gideon.
After they’d left the hotel, Cal had expected to hit the highway. Instead, they’d grabbed burgers and fries at a drive-thru and headed farther into town, detouring back to the place that still appeared in most of Cal’s nightmares.
“Why are we here?” Cal asked again, linking his fingers through Gideon’s on the console between them.
Gideon glanced over and smiled. “You are relentless and impossible to surprise.”
“Well, other than last night, the only surprises I’ve ever gotten usually involved me being punched in the face, either literally or metaphorically, so yeah, surprises aren’t really my thing.”
Cal’s apprehension grew as they rounded the corner where Roosevelt’s campus once loomed. But it was gone. The huge iron gate that once surrounded the school was still there, but the buildings were gone, razed to the ground. “Oh, my God.”
Gideon nodded. “They demolished it. The whole thing. They’re turning it into a swanky cineplex with heated seats and tickets that cost more than the opera.”
The fallout from the scandal still wasn’t over. Deals had been struck as the justice department took out one person after another, each of them falling like dominoes until only one man was holding the bag for the entire operation—the one who owned Tri-State, a man whose name Cal had never heard before. But that didn’t mean the others had gotten away scot-free. Most of the people who’d sat on Roosevelt’s board had received house arrest, and many had been forced to pay astronomical fines and restitution. All of them had their assets frozen and found themselves trying to live off the kindness of their family members.
As Gideon pulled away from the curb, Cal thought he would feel some kind of vindication, but, in the end, none of it mattered. Cal picked up his milkshake and took a big gulp. “I’m glad it’s all gone and they can’t use the school as a weapon anymore, but this isn’t really our home. None of these people matter.”
They drove a few blocks, and then Gideon stopped once more. “Are you sure none of these people matter?”
Cal frowned as he looked out the window at a sea of people in ugly orange jumpsuits picking up garbage. Gideon rolled down the window for Cal to get a better look. It took him a moment to realize what Gideon wanted him to see, but when he saw it, he smiled. Maybe it was petty or mean to revel in somebody else’s misery when he was so happy, but the sight of Matteo Cruz, picking up garbage on the road in his government issued jailhouse jumpsuit, made his heart flutter. Especially when he looked up and locked eyes with Cal.
It had taken a full year for Matteo’s court date for aggravated battery, but in the end, he’d ended up with five hundred hours of community service.
“No. You’re right. It’s good to have closure,” Cal said, slurping the last bit of his milkshake before tossing the cup at Matteo’s feet.
Gideon rolled up the window, giving Cal a stern look. “You just littered.”
Cal blinked up at Gideon, fluttering his lashes. “Oops. Sorry, Daddy.”
Gideon narrowed his eyes. “You sure don’t sound sorry.”
As they pulled onto the highway, Cal leaned into Gideon’s space, pressing his lips against his ear. “Find a place to pull over on the highway, and let me show you just how sorry I am.”
Gideon chuckled. “Are you trying to bribe me into not punishing you?”
Cal shook his head. “No. I just want to suck your cock on the side of the road before you punish me.”
Gideon tsked. “The last time I let you talk me into road-head, I ended up with tickets for speeding, reckless endangerment, and indecent exposure.”
Cal laughed, remembering the look on the trooper’s face. “Yeah, but that’s because you told me to blow you while you were driving. This time, we’ll stop first.” Cal slipped his hands between Gideon’s thighs, cupping his cock through his jeans. “I guess I could just jerk you off the whole way home… It’s only, what? A three hour drive? Think you can focus on the road for that long?”
“You are pushing your luck, you little tease. Don’t think for a second I won’t pull off on the next exit and get a room just to spank your bottom until you beg me to stop.”
Cal gasped in mock horror. “No. Please. Don’t,” he muttered, deadpan.
“That’s it. Just remember, you asked for it, dirty boy.”
Gideon stepped on the gas, cutting across two lanes of traffic to exit the freeway. Only once they left the highway did they realize they were in the middle of nowhere.
Cal looked around at the deserted road and lonely country gas station, his hand still groping Gideon’s cock. “I don’t think there’s a hotel around here, Daddy.”
Gideon shrugged. “I’ll improvise.”
They drove until Gideon saw two barely there tire tracks disappearing into the thick grove of trees and vines. How had they gotten so far from the city in just two exits? Gideon didn’t seem too interested in finding out. He freed his cock before he even undid his seatbelt. “Come here.”
Cal gaped at him. “You’re really willing to die for this blowjob, huh?”
“Shut up and suck my cock before somebody shows up with a shotgun,” Gideon said, his hand fisting in Cal’s hair.
Cal cackled wildly, getting onto his knees to try to bypass the center console, his ass in the air. He closed his lips around Gideon, sucking deep before pulling off to say, “Okay, but promise me if you hear banjo music, you’ll just floor it, okay?”
“Callum,” Gideon growled.
Cal cackled once more. “What?” He waved his left hand in the air. “It’s too late to return me.”
Gideon gave a sigh, reclining his seat. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Watch your teeth.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
the end
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ONLEY JAMES is the pen name of YA author, Martina McAtee, who lives in Florida with her daughter, her daughter-in-law, and a menagerie of animals, both good and evil. When she’s not writing m/m romance or supernatural LGBT young adult books, she’s running 7 Sisters Publishing and attempting to maintain both her sanity and her full-time job as an RN.
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