Racing the Moon (15 page)

"Hell, yes. I owe you an orgasm and I am starving." MJ's hand landed on his thigh. "How's the side?"

"Not bad. Just tight, you know?" It really wasn't bad. Itching like a son of a bitch, which was a good sign. "You?"

"I probably can't run a marathon, but I'm better. Ready to get my shit together, start thinking again."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." There. The Holiday Inn sat a little more off the road than the Ho Jo, had a diner, and had parking around back. Sonny's brain cataloged all that while his body went sproing from MJ's unconscious touch, traveling up his thigh.

"You smell good." That hand moved higher. "This a rental car, or is it yours?"

"It's mine. I bought it off the lot at a used place, cash in hand. Checked out the engine first." Sonny spread his legs, cleared his throat. "You like it?"

"Yeah. It doesn't suck at all. Want to see your car, though." His balls were cupped, rolled a little.

He nodded, his breath coming in hard as he pulled into the lot at the Holiday Inn and found them a nice, out-of-the-way spot. "I want it back, too. This one is a little spongy in the steering. Fuck, Precious, that feels good. I must be better."

"Good. It's been too fucking long since I had you in my mouth." Oh, fuck, Precious was
awake
and wanting.

"Uh-huh." It came out weak, breathless, and Sonny shifted in his seat, his hips rising and falling. "We need a room, Precious, and I might offend someone like this."

'Like this' was about as hard as he'd ever been, just like that.

"Yeah. I want you naked." MJ squeezed his cock, moaning. "I'll get us set up."

" 'Kay. I'll..." Sit here in the car and jack off? Hump the steering wheel until you get back? Sonny laughed. "I'll get the bag."

"Cool." MJ got up, got moving. There was still a hitch in the man's get-along, a little limp, but MJ was in one fucking piece. Which suited his ass down to the ground. Sonny really did sit there for a few minutes, idly rubbing his cock through his jeans, frankly amazed that it was still there and working. Not amazed that MJ had the effect on him that he did. That man would raise the fucking dead.

It didn't take long at all before MJ was back, key card in hand, leaning against the hotel wall.

Shit. Sonny crawled out, hissing as the pain in his back made his cock go down a bit, grabbing their rucksack as he went. "Where to, MJ?"

"Give me that before you screw up my stitch job. 104."

"Not fucking helpless." But he handed over the bag and took the keycard, heading for their room. He'd lie back and let MJ suck him, then maybe fuck his mouth. Yeah.

"Touchy touchy." MJ goosed the hell out of his ass.

"Hey! I'm just focused, buddy. See me. See me think of nothing but your mouth on me." Grinning, he hurried a little more, making himself out of breath by the time he got into the room.

"I see you, Sunshine. I'm watching." The door was shut, locked, MJ dropping the bag on a cheesy hotel chair.

Sonny made a beeline for the bed, pulling off the nasty, polyester comforter and baring the sheets and blankets before starting to strip. "'Bout to see a lot more of me."

"Oh, hell, yes. Show me more." MJ stepped out of his shoes, eyes fastened onto Sonny's.

"Okay." The shoes were a little harder than he'd like, the shirt a little twingey, but the pants went right off without tearing or pulling or hurting. Hoo-boy. Damn. Yeah. Once he got naked, Sonny slid up on the bed, spreading out, making with the comfy. "Your turn."

MJ's T-shirt came up nice and slow, showing that flat, tight belly. Mmm. Pretty.

Sonny's hands actually clenched and unclenched with eagerness. That stomach deserved an ode. Too bad his poetry skills had never moved beyond roses are red and things that rhymed with snot.

MJ started working those thin jeans open, cock pushing at the fly. Those eyes were fastened on him, MJ focused, wanting, watching. Sonny moaned a little, his body doing just what it should, surging at the sight, and he could have cheered. Not broken. Yay. Sonny grabbed his own cock and started stroking, licking his lips. "Come on, Precious."

"That's mine." Oh, fuck. That little growl was hot as a two-dollar pistol.

"Then come and get me, MJ. Want your mouth on me. Dream of that." He had, while they were apart. That and MJ's tight as a virgin ass. His toes curled, his hips rising and falling, and Sonny had to pull his balls down with his free hand, keeping him idling instead of revving.

MJ nodded, crawling right up along his legs, cheek rough on his inner thigh. "Kept wanting."

Reaching automatically, he stroked MJ's messy hair. The man needed a trim. He grinned. "Did you think of me in your little closet, Precious?"

If he didn't get bit for that...

Oh. Oh, that fucking hurt.

MJ looked up, the bite mark on his inner thigh already bruising. "You say something?"

"No." Shit. Little fuck. "Just mumbling about how I was gonna tear your ass up. Suck me."

That tongue slid up his cock, hot and wet and slick. "And, yeah, you bastard. I did."

Then MJ's mouth dropped over his cock like a ton of bricks. Sonny grunted, his back trying to arch, a little shock of pain making him relax back down on the bed. Goddamn, somehow that just added to the pleasure. Was he fucked or what?

MJ's head bobbed, just eating him up, lips riding his prick and demanding that he feel. He felt it. Sonny felt every little bit of it. MJ's lips were soft, hot, a little swollen after the first few passes. Wet, rough, MJ's tongue tested him, pushed him, and the barest edge of those teeth made him cry out. Then those fingers slid under his ass, thumb spreading him, teasing his hole.

"Fuck." He held back from bucking forcibly, knowing what the hell that would do to him. God, the very minute he healed up enough, MJ was gonna get the ride of his life. For now, Sonny'd settle for watching that mouth take him on, watching that blond head bob up and down.

Those eyes met his, hot and needy, bright and wanting him.

"Oh. MJ. Precious. I need...gonna." His balls drew right up, his belly like a board.

His cock slid deep, buried in MJ's throat, MJ's nose in his pubes. Oh, fuck him. Yes.

Sonny hollered, hoping they didn't have neighbors yet, because damned if he didn't sound like he was being slaughtered. He was, with pleasure. When he came, it just burst out of him, filling MJ's mouth, emptying him for at least a week.

MJ sucked him right down, humming low and deep against him as that tongue cleaned him off.

"God, MJ. Jeez." Okay, he sounded blown, just gone. Of course, he was. Sonny petted MJ's hair, fingers sliding down to touch the spot where MJ's lips met his skin.

"Mmmhmm." That tongue flicked his fingers, teased them.

"Want to taste you, too, MJ. Want you." He wanted to fuck, but he just didn't think he could.

"Right here." MJ crawled up his body, tongue dragging on his belly.

"Uhn. Yeah." He used his hands to help MJ up, pulling, trying to get them together for a kiss. He'd gotten addicted to that. Yeah. MJ's lips landed on his, that sweet fucking mouth just taking him, sharing the bitter-salt of his own come.

God. Clutching the back of MJ's head, Sonny took the kiss, his tongue pushing back into MJ's mouth, tasting it all. It had him moaning, had him rubbing his thigh up against MJ's cock.

That hard prick dragged against him, leaving wet, slick kisses.

He reached for it with one hand, pushing against MJ when he couldn't get to it.

"Come on, Precious. Gimme."

"Precious. Keep meaning to ask. Where the fuck did you get Precious?" The words were muttered into his lips, MJ shifting, moving toward his touch.

"It was a joke. A stupid...oh." He grabbed MJ's cock, squeezed. Hot, long, hard as anything, it was just what he needed. "Precious was...it's not a joke. Now."

"Good. Fuck, your hands." MJ nuzzled into his throat, licking and groaning, leaving a mark. Like he didn't have enough bruises. These were different though. And he wanted to see his on MJ, so he latched onto one shoulder and sucked up a lurid hickey.

He loved those deep, raw sounds, the way MJ rolled those lean hips and fucked his palm. He'd love it more when MJ was holding the headboard and fucking his mouth. Sonny tugged, encouraging MJ up, curse words and love words coming out of him at equal speed.

MJ crawled up, finally paying attention and moving up to where Sonny fucking needed him. God, yeah. Tongue slipping out, Sonny tasted, bringing the hot drops at the end of MJ's prick in, tasting them. Sonny moaned again, his hands on MJ's hips, pulling him right in with no more ceremony.

"Sunshine." MJ sank right in, hips pressing deep, cock sliding on his tongue.

"Mmm." He knew that had to vibrate like crazy, so Sonny did it again, letting MJ set up a rhythm. Fucking perfect, the angle, the way MJ straddled his chest without pressing down on his lower back and side. So good.

The thrusts into his mouth were slow and steady, MJ starting to shake a little, shudder above him. Reaching down, Sonny got behind MJ's balls, pushing at the little patch of skin there, his fingers slipping and sliding as he sucked. And sucked, his lips sealing around the base of MJ's shaft.

"Oh. Gonna. Fuck." MJ arched, moving faster, starting to just lose it and fuck his mouth.

Yeah. That was what he wanted, needed. Sonny sucked harder, begging with his lips and tongue. Begging with his hands.

He felt MJ's cock jerk right before the heat filled his throat, MJ's grunt echoing. Oh, hell yeah. Just like that.

All he had to do was lick MJ clean, pull MJ back down to cuddle him against his good side. "Good, Precious. Damned good."

"Uh-huh. What I needed." MJ purred, nuzzling him.

"Yeah. Yeah, so good." He'd needed it too. It would be nauseating, the way he snuggled and licked and all, if it wasn't so fucking necessary.

MJ groaned, nodded, slowly melting against him. "You hungry?"

"I could eat." He so could. Hash browns. Stuffed French toast. Maybe some sausage.

"Yeah. Denny's?"

"Fuck, yeah. We should probably bathe. Or at least brush our teeth." He chuckled, thinking of breathing on the waitress.

"That would mean moving, man." MJ's breath was warm as hell on his throat.

"So does eating. We could call over to the diner. I bet they have a thing. Where we could call ahead and charge it to the room. Go pick it up. Then we could eat in bed."

That sounded fucking A.

In fact, he'd bet sausage tasted even better from MJ's fingers.

Chapter Fourteen

He bought a laptop, a wireless headset, and a new cell phone in Boise and headed for the closest bar with wifi. It was about time he got paid. Got his money moved. Got his life back.

MJ could feel Sonny right behind him, rumbling a little, tense. They weren't exactly in agreement about this whole getting back in contact thing, but damn. Half a mil was half a mil and he wasn't throwing it away.

Not after getting beaten and slammed and losing his 'stang.

He got the laptop booted up and logged in, moving his money first, just in case.

Sonny prowled. He could see the man out of the corner of his eye, watching the street out the window, sipping a cup of vile black coffee. Or at least it smelled vile.

"Come on, Precious," Sonny said on one close pass. "Hurry."

"Yeah. Yeah. I needed to move cash." He logged onto the private server, fingers flying as he tried to get hold of Harry. "Come on. Come on."

He'd just about given up when the first message came through.

'MJ? That you?'

"Yeah, it's me, you son of a bitch. Surprise," MJ muttered as he started to type.

'Yeah. It's me. I want my payment.'

'Of course. Where are you and I'll get it to you.'

'Fuck that. Wire the damned money.'

Sonny breathed down his neck for a minute, grumbling, then moved on again. It was certainly a novel experience, doing his job with a two hundred pound watchdog behind him.

'I need proof you completed the job.'

Oh, fuck that.
'I need proof you didn't set me up, you motherfucker.'

'Set you up? MJ? Was there a problem?'

The little timer on the computer was ticking down, moving faster. Any minute and they'd have his IP address.

'I want my money, in my account, in 24 hours.''

He hit the power button on the machine and stood up, the sound of police sirens in the distance. "Come on, Sunshine. We need to go."

"Yeah. Yeah, we do. Shit." Sonny grabbed the rest of his shit and made for the door, tugging him along, cussing up a storm. "I knew we shouldn't have stopped so soon."

"Yeah, yeah. Move." He started jogging. "They don't know what we're driving. They don't know you."

"So you'll have to scrunch. You could give me a blow job." Oh, the asshole was grinning at him with that crazed adrenaline junkie look in his eyes

"Like you can drive with my mouth on your prick." MJ winked, heading for the car. "Come on. I do poorly in jail."

"So do I. And I don't have your thing...all the guys just want to get to know me." Sonny laughed, hopping into the car and gunning the engine. "You're late, Precious. Come
on
."

He growled a little about the thought of someone else
knowing
Sonny, sliding into the car and slamming the door. "Go.
Go.
"

Sonny peeled out, just fishtailing a little before the car's traction took over and they purred on down the road. Damn, Sonny knew how to pick them. "So you think you'll get your money? We could buy a boat."

"I'll get my money." He didn't mean to snarl. Didn't mean to get all tense. "It'll add a little to the retirement fund."

"Hey, Precious, chill." Sonny took a corner on two wheels, sprinting for the Interstate. MJ saw the signs flash by. "I'm not the one set you up."

"I know. I know. It just pisses me off that someone did. I said, when I saved up enough, I'd quit. That payment hits it. How do you feel about the Bahamas?"

Two million would get them a boat, enough to survive for a while.