Racing the Moon (14 page)

"No, I'm fine. I just need...well, I don't want to crowd you, MJ. But damn." He was hungry for the touches.

"Crowd me?" MJ scooted closer, eyes searching his. Those hands kept moving, kept petting him and searching him and learning him.

"Uh-huh. Make you feel closed in." He touched, too, his free arm moving so he could slide his hand up MJ's back and his ribs, careful to avoid the heavily wrapped area.

"I'll mention if I do." MJ leaned in, brushed their lips together, and then slid that hot tongue over his lips.

"Mmm." Oh, God, yeah. He'd been furious when MJ hadn't shown, then scared, then determined to find him. Now he had MJ, and Sonny took a kiss that made him hurt...but hurt so good.

A deep, sweet sound pushed into his lips, MJ's fingers sliding right around the back of his head. When he tried to push closer they both grunted, all sorts of shit pulling and aching, but Sonny wasn't giving this up. No way.

No fucking way.

"Easy. Easy. Don't want to fucking lose you." The words were just growled against his lips before that tongue pushed deep.

Nope. No one was losing anyone now. Not now. Tasting MJ deep gave him a hint of orange juice and a slight taste of toothpaste, but no weird banana things. MJ's lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking just a little, eyes closing as MJ hummed. Mmm. Good. God, it was good. His hand settled at the base of MJ's neck, holding them together so he could bite a little, beg a little with lips and tongue.

Those hands were enough to make him purr, fingers on his nipples, on his back, just teasing his balls. It wasn't enough to make him ache, but fuck, it felt good.

It felt right.

Sonny had given up letting that make him feel weird.

They pulled apart just to breathe, maybe to look at each other. MJ's lashes had blond ends. His cheeks were all flushed, his face a study in bruises.

"You did it up right, Precious."

"They were waiting for me, man. They knew just where to find me." MJ sighed, frowned, then shook his head. "Doesn't matter right now. You found me."

"Mmmhmm. Kiss me some more so I know how happy you are." He grinned, his nails scraping the back of MJ's neck.

"I can do that."

That was no lie. One kiss slid into another into another, just sweet as shit. It made him, well, not hard. He wasn't sure if he could do that right now. But he could sure enough do kissing. He could do more touching, too, finding welts and scrapes and loving on them.

Seemed to work just fine for MJ, too. The man relaxed, just sort of oozed against him. They kissed lazily, like it was a mimosa Sunday and they had all the time in the world. Lord knew they probably didn't. They'd have to get moving. Not now, but soon. Sonny ignored the thought, taking another kiss, then another.

MJ started shaking some, the adrenaline rush finally dissipating and letting his Precious go.

"Mmm. Yeah, yeah, it's all right," he murmured against MJ's mouth. "It's all good."

"Yeah. I know. You came." MJ nodded, breathing against his chin, his jaw.

"I did. Soon as I sleep a little I'm gonna come, too." He laughed again, thinking of how beat to hell they were.

MJ started chuckling, tongue licking at his lips. "In the morning, we'll have to drive."

"I know. We should have pancakes first. I have clothes for us. Shit." Stuff he couldn't remember. God, his head was logy. "Money. Cards and all."

"Cool. We have to have a shower, too." MJ hummed, one hand curled around his waist. "You smell fucking good, though."

"Yeah? Not like a skanky whore's bed?" He grinned, nuzzling even closer, ignoring the twinges. "You make a pretty wounded hero."

"I didn't think I was playing the hero." MJ's belly was hot, smooth against him.

"No, like in a bad movie...the wounded. Oh, never mind." It wasn't worth it. They could fight later, when he had energy. He looked forward to it, in fact.

MJ chuckled. "Man, one day we'll have to watch a movie together."

"Or go out for Chinese. This whole meeting with blood and guts all over us? So getting to me." He grinned wildly. Fuck, who was he kidding? Adrenaline was his friend.

"Mmm. A little blood's okay. No more guts."

"No shit." He licked MJ's lips again, feeling how firm they were, how hot. Savoring.

MJ's eyelids started drooping, breath slowing. "Sunshine."

"Sleep, Precious. We'll work the rest out tomorrow." His own breathing started to even out, taking on the rhythm of sleep.

"Mmmhmm." MJ settled, legs tangled with his, hand keeping him close.

They would sleep. Get their strength back. Then they'd hit the road and fight and fuck all the way to Florida.

All they had to do was make it to the boat.

Then it was anywhere they wanted to go.

Chapter Thirteen

He'd managed to coax Sonny into the back seat and get the man doped and comfortable. Then he'd hit the road, heading east.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but it didn't fucking matter, so long as he kept going until he could figure out what the hell to do about finding the fucker who'd betrayed him and paying said fucker a little visit.

With a sledgehammer.

A sledgehammer and a pickaxe and possibly a boiling oil enema.

Oh, man. That would be gross.

Asshole would deserve it, but still.

Damn.

"Are we there yet, Precious?" Sonny's voice came, thick and groggy, but awake. Maybe it was time to stop and take a leak.

"Yeah. Let's stop and stretch." Dude, it was after two already. "You hungry?"

"Possibly. Or I could just need to pass my stomach out through my esophagus. Either way, I could use grease." Warm fingers ghosted over his neck.

"Oh, man. That's fairly gross." He leaned back toward the touch, wanting more of it.

"Uh-huh. I feel gross." He got more than just a hand as Sonny leaned up and kissed his nape. "Stop somewhere quiet, Precious."

His moan surprised him. He couldn't quite believe the way things had gone. Of course, believing was way cooler than not, so he was sticking with that.

"Yeah." The chuckle caused a little breeze. "Come on, let's eat and make out a bit."

"Looks like there's some little drive-in coming up. We'll order and find a place to park, yeah?" Like Sonny was up to making out in the car.

"That sounds like a plan. I can see if you're pissing blood, you can see if I need to puke...ah, ain't life grand." Well, at least Sonny seemed cheerful enough.

"You're heading to that gross place again, man." Besides, the blood was getting better.

"Yeah, yeah, feed me then. It has to be a product of the drug-induced euphoria." He could hear Sonny rustling, but couldn't quite figure out what he was up to.

"Hamburger and fries?" Or maybe those chicken finger things that either tasted like fish or onions, but came with mustard sauce. Mustard sauce actually sounded good. Mustard and pretzels and... Oh. Corny dog.

"What have they...oh. Chocolate shake. And do they have corny dogs?" Lord, a man after his own heart. MJ could even forgive the Twinkies now.

"Yeah. Two chocolate shakes. Two corn dogs. Two tater tots." He dug out some cash, wiggling and stretching.

He heard a hum, Sonny crowding his headrest, hands on his shoulders. "Did you get extra mustard?"

"I'll ask when they bring the food. How's your side, Sunshine?"

"Not as bad as it was. Pulling like crazy. How's your ribs?" Oh, that felt good. MJ's head dropped forward as Sonny rubbed his sore muscles.

"Sore. Don't stop." He let his head rest on the steering wheel half a second.

"Not gonna until the food comes. You're like rock, Precious. You're a good egg." A good egg. He almost started laughing hysterically.

"It's chilly up this far north, huh? Even in September. I bet there's snow up here." Snow. Ice. Serious white shit. Like eggs. Jesus fucking Christ.

"It is. Too cold for this chicken." Chickens. They had a theme.

"Gobble, gobble." Wait. That was turkeys, right?

"Oh, my very own white meat," Sonny said, laughing.

The carhop came up just then, giving them one hell of a look.

"We need extra mustard." He was just rolling, laughing hard enough that it hurt. "And breath mints."

"And some of those bendy straws for the kids' cups." Oh, the kid just rolled those eyes at that, but he thought Sonny might start to hyperventilate.

"Yes. And napkins. You can
never
have enough napkins."

They waited just long enough to get all their shit, and tip the kid to be fair, before pulling around to the back. Sonny waved a hand up by his face. "Get your ass back here and eat with me."

"Have I mentioned that you're getting pushier the older you get?" He grabbed his shake and slid out to get in the back.

"Oh, yeah. An hour ago I was willing to let you be a few feet away." Of course an hour ago Sonny had been snoring like the Latvian Chainsaw Drill Team.

"Eat your corny dog." He tore open a mustard packet, getting his fingers all yellow.

Sonny grabbed his hand and wiped it on his corny dog, stealing half the mustard. "Yeah. Okay. Mmm. Chocolate and ice cream. God love us."

He shook his head, chuckling as he licked his fingers clean. Ooh. Tart. Man. "Who said one of those was for you?"

"You wouldn't deny an injured man. You're the nice one."

He had to laugh. They'd argued that one in Jamaica, about how MJ hadn't left Sonny behind. Now he could tease Sonny right back for rescuing him.

"Man, you're a real hard ass. Driving across country. Getting shot. Finding me..." Man, that was deeply fucked-up, wasn't it? Sonny came.

Found him.

On purpose.

"Hey, I flew. Note, we're not in my car. And man, I have no idea where yours is." Leaning on him, Sonny shared space and food, both of them nibbling.

"I totaled it. That's how they got me." He stole a tater tot, free hand on Sonny's thigh. "You flew? You know that's unnatural, right?"

"Hey, eighteen hours versus five. I got here sooner. Good thing, too." Sonny leaned into his touch, making happy noises. "Oh, fuck, wait. They totaled your car? That's just wrong."

"Yeah." He wasn't sure which thing he was agreeing to, but it didn't matter right now. The whole thing sucked, except the whole Sonny part.

"Mmm." Sonny finished up his corny dog and licked his fingers, taking a mustardy kiss before sucking down part of his shake. "That's just the ticket."

That must mean that Sonny wasn't going to hurl. Cool. Wait. That was his shake.

MJ snorted, grabbed the one closer to Sonny. "Don't think I didn't see that."

He got a chuckle. "What? So, how long was I out?" Sonny had a free hand now. It was dangerous, skating over his body.

"It's mid-afternoon. You slept a bit." His cock threatened to fill, thighs parting as Sonny touched him.

Stroking up his thigh, Sonny pressed the heel of that hand against him, laughing soft and low. "You think you can, Precious?"

"My cock thinks it can. The rest of me is waiting to see." He rubbed a little, hips rolling carefully. Okay. Not too ow. Not too ow at all. "You gotta be careful, though."

"Okay. We can do careful." Easy, slow, Sonny opened his button and pulled his zipper down, warm hand sliding into his pants to pull his cock out. "Oh, Precious, I was dearly afraid I'd never see this again. And lemme tell you, it's your best side."

"Hey!" He popped Sonny's ass. His face was a little gross right now, but it would heal and he'd be... Oh. Oh, fuck, Sonny had the best hands...

"Like I don't have a thing for all of you." Uhn. He'd have to come back to that thought later, after Sonny stopped sliding a finger around the head of his prick, into the slit.

His head rolled, lips parted on a moan as his thighs went tight. "Oh."

"Uh-huh. You smell good, MJ. Feel good. God, if I could I'd fuck you so good..." Sonny made up for it by stroking him, loving on him, soft touches interspersed with firm.

"Soon. Soon we can." He leaned until he could get his mouth on Sonny's jaw. "Don't stop, Sunshine. I thought... I mean. Just don't stop."

"Not gonna. Promise." No, Sonny wouldn't. That sweet mouth was cold on his neck, tongue freezing as it pushed against MJ's skin. Strong pulls came on his cock, Sonny's thumb running up the underside.

"Uhn." His toes curled up, nerves firing like mad. Oh. Oh, yes. Damn.

"Uh-huh. Pretty. God, MJ." He could hear the wet sound as Sonny licked his lips, could almost feel that whole big body strain toward his cock. Sonny was just a bit oral. Too bad his back wouldn't let him bend that way.

"Kiss me." Please. Now.

"Mmm." Leaning a little more, Sonny gave him what he'd asked for, tongue pushing in, driving him higher, making him fly. Between the pressure of lips and tongue and the feel of Sonny pulling his prick, he might be overdoing it just a bit...but who gave a damn?

Not him. Not even a bit.

His orgasm barreled through him like a freight train, making him arch and cry out.

"Shhh. I got you. Yeah. Fuck, MJ." Sonny petted him until he relaxed, breathing hard.

"Yeah." He nodded, face buried in Sonny's neck. "Yeah. Sunshine. Damn."

"Mmm. We might need a banana split after that." God, Sonny never quit. Not ever. MJ thought he might be able to live with that.

In fact, he thought he might just be learning to need it.

***

Sonny looked over at the passenger seat where MJ slept away, mouth open and head back, pondering what time it was. They really ought to stop. He was aching, not anything sharp, but hurting anyway, and he wanted a bed. He'd pull off, find them a hotel, and if MJ could be gentle with him, maybe he'd get to come this time.

Checking the rearview automatically, Sonny pulled off at the next off ramp, seeing a sign for a Ho Jo and a Holiday Inn.

MJ's eyes popped open as soon as the car slowed, head snapping up like the man'd been shocked. "Time to stop?"

"Yeah. We've both put in enough drive hours." Nearly eighteen between them with just the nap at the drive-thru. "I want food, a shower, and you in bed."