Racing the Moon (7 page)

"Mmm." That was a growl, not a moan or a groan, but a happy one. His cock rubbed against a heavy pair of balls, short hairs sliding against him.

"Yeah. Fucking hot..." The sound of his own voice was enough to startle him, his eyes flying open as the whole 'not a dream, moron' thing hit him. "Shit. Shit."

"Hmm?" Someone's hand landed on his hip when he would've pulled away. Big, square, reaching back... it was Sonny's hand.

"I was sleeping." His hips, apparently, were still dreaming because they were moving like everything was cool.

"Uh-huh. So was I." That morning voice was rough as sandpaper. Wiggling, Sonny rolled on his back, sorta breaking the contact, sorta making a new one. A very intimate new one as that big hand settled around the base of MJ's cock. "Morning."

"Uh-huh." This was a really, really bad idea. Really.

Honestly.

Oh, fuck him, it felt good.

"You're awake." Sonny punctuated that by dragging his thumb up the underside of MJ's cock. "Right?"

His spine arched, drawn by that touch. "Uh-huh. Awake. You?"

Terrible idea.

"Hoo, yeah. Definitely, now." Thumb and fingers met again, Sonny giving him a few good tugs, some damned fine friction.

"Cool." His hand found Sonny's balls, tugging and rolling a little.

Sonny grunted, spreading for him like a two-dollar whore, pushing right up into his touch. All the while Sonny's hand never slowed down, just got him going in a nice rhythm, up and down.

This was stupid. Really stupid.

The man was insane.

A kidnapper.

"Oh, fuck. Right there."

Okay, he could maybe worry about it in a few minutes.

"Yeah? There?" Pressing just under the head of his cock, Sonny hummed, humping MJ's hand in return. "Yeah, yeah."

MJ nodded, both of them working it. Hell, it had been fucking
days
. Weeks. Too fucking long. "Shit. Don't stop."

"Not gonna. Not..." Sonny didn't stop. Nope. He rolled closer, fucking that hand like there was no tomorrow, arm really swinging as Sonny's hand worked him. Fuck, it was hot.

They panted and grunted, getting all slick and sweaty as they pushed and pulled. MJ's eyes were rolling, balls tight and drawn up, his entire body working for it. Sonny worked just as hard, that wide chest heaving as the man panted for breath, that thick cock throbbing in his hand. Sonny gave it up first, coming hard, spunk filling MJ's hand as Sonny squeezed down on his prick, pulling, demanding.

He arched, hips jerking gracelessly as his whole fucking universe became his cock, his balls, and his orgasm.

They just laid there for a bit, until their breathing went back to normal. Then Sonny let go of him, fingers sliding away, surprisingly gentle. "Hey."

"Hey." MJ blinked, blinked again. "Morning."

He'd lost his mind.

Sonny blinked back, dark eyes sort of stunned. The man had the heaviest morning whiskers MJ had ever seen. "Want breakfast?"

"Yeah." He was starving. Starving. Pancakes. Sausage. Bacon.

Oh, man. Bacon.

His stomach started trying to claw its way out again. Stupid thing.

"Growly." Sonny's eyes started to twinkle. "All we have is bananas. If you promise to stay put I'll run down to the corner store place and get us some shit."

He snorted. "You won't run anywhere on that ankle. Didn't you get a car to use?"

"Yeah, but you try to drive on these streets. I just used it to get us here from the airport, which was...well. So, does that mean you're buying?"

"Yeah. You lost all that cash from the exploding meth lab, after all." He fought the chuckle. He was easily fucking amused.

"If I didn't feel so fucking good I would thump the hell out of you." Sonny stretched, moaned as something popped audibly. "Oh, yeah."

"It's a stone-cold bitch, getting old." He needed a swim, maybe. Nice dip in the water, get his brain back online.

"You think? I'll let you know when I catch up to you there, Precious." The guy just never let up.

MJ watched Sonny roll to the edge of the bed and test his ankle, a line appearing on either side of Sonny's mouth.

"Be easy on it for fuck's sake. You're not eighteen." He shook his head, slid over. "I'm going to go for a swim. You want the john or the couch?"

He got a laugh, half a bark, really. "The john. There's some cash in the same bag my clothes were in. Really, go swim and then get us some grub?"

"Yeah. I'll figure it out. Where's the car keys?" He helped Sonny move, that ankle less swollen than yesterday, for sure. Christ. He was insane. Sonny was infectious. Pretty soon he was going to start watching NASCAR and spitting.

He got a look, then a shrug. "In the very front pocket of the black tool case. Your knife is in there, too."

"Yeah? You got it on the plane?" He grinned. Man, he loved that blade. "Cool. I'll go find groceries."

Lots of groceries.

He was fucking starving.

"I did. I'm good that way." Sonny grinned back, bouncing a little. "If you can find Twinkies get me some, will you? I'm craving."

"Can you buy Twinkies here?" Oh, dude. Ho-Hos. Chocolate. Cream filling. Chocolate. Hell, yeah.

"Well, there ought to be a small section of shit like that. There always is in Mexico. London, too." Grinning, Sonny hopped the rest of the way to the john with him. "Don't be long. I might get stuck."

MJ chuckled. "Don't fall, Sunshine. I'm out of morphine."

He just shook his head at himself. The logical move was to get the car and get the hell out. He couldn't just leave the guy hurting, though. Asshole.

"I'll be okay. You just bring me something sweet for breakfast and I'll make some coffee that will eat your spoon."

The bathroom door shut in his face, Sonny's chuckle coming through to him.

Because that always sounded so appetizing. Here. Drink something caustic. Yummy.

MJ rolled his eyes and went to get the car keys.

Insane. Utterly insane.

Really.

***

Sonny clumped around, trying to get a few things done, like putting a plastic baggy on his ankle so he could bathe. He looked for the rest of the pots and pans in their little, rented kitchenette. Then he ended up out on the porch, in the hammock, foot up, giving him some relief from the damned throbbing. Maybe he could just chop it off.

Then MJ would
really
think he was nuts.

Scratching said nuts was getting to be a habit. Man, he should go on vacation more often.

"Dude, you got jock itch too? You're falling apart." MJ came sashaying around the corner, chocolate on his lips, hands full of bags and shit.

"Nope. Just a simple urge to do what feels good. And since I can't cut my foot off at the ankle, I'm gonna scratch." Sonny sat up, holding on as the hammock swung wildly. "What'd you bring me?"

"I found Twinkies. Got some meat and a bunch of fruit. Chocolate. Nuts. Bread. Some weird-assed nut butter that didn't smell bad. Melons. Coffee. Some banana chips and these gizzada things."

Sonny chuckled. Nut butter. Maybe he would spread it on and have MJ lick it off. Now there was a nice thought. "You got Twinkies."

"Yeah. They had some." The box was tossed over, MJ's aim dead-on. "I don't know if they're fresh, but they're Twinkies."

"Twinkies don't have to be fresh..." He stared suspiciously at MJ's chocolate covered mouth. "What did you have?"

"Huh?" Man, butter wouldn't melt in that boy's mouth. Something did though.

"Don't be holding out on me, Precious. What did you eat that you're not sharing?" Chocolate. Mmm. Sonny rolled out of the hammock to stand on his good foot, clutching his Twinkies as he hopped on over.

MJ grinned and shook his head, stepped away. "You want a mango?"

"No. I want whatever it is you're having." He could
smell
the chocolate.

"Hmm?" Another step back, another shit-eating grin. Bastard. Little fucker.

"Oh, that's mean. Come on, give." Clomp, clomp. Sonny followed, giving chase.

"Uh-uh. Mine." A piece of something nummy and dark and sweet slipped into MJ's lips.

"You son of a bitch, come on, be nice." He grinned, closing in. "I can still kick your ass."

"With one leg? I'd like to see you try." Those eyes were just dancing.

"You're cruising for a bruising." Could you say sugar rush? That man was just
bouncing
. It was a good look for him. Sonny adjusted himself so he could make a rush if he needed to.

"Bullshit. I'd have you down on the floor before you could reach me."

"Okay, we can do that too." He chuckled at the way MJ's eyes widened. "Give me chocolate."

"Say pretty please." There was a piece right there, melting between those fingers.

He pondered that. "Okay, pretty please." That wasn't too much for his pride. He opened up, sticking his tongue out.

Oh, damn. Good. Dark. Melty. Sweet. Uhn.

"Good shit, huh?"

"Hell, yes." Sonny laughed out loud, launching himself at MJ, making them both stagger as he fought for the rest of that sweet.

MJ dropped the bags on the counter, reaching up high to keep the candy away, the chocolate starting to slide. "Mine."

"Share." Did the man forget how much taller Sonny was? He reached up, grappling.

"Make me." MJ pressed right up against him, going up on tiptoes. Fuck, the man smelled good.

They smacked back against the wall, which suited Sonny just fine as he didn't have to teeter on his good foot. Gave him leverage. His hand slid up MJ's arm, grasping at MJ's wrist to pull it down. "Want."

Strong little fucker. "Uh-uh. Mine. Have a Twinkie."

They scrabbled a little, until Sonny finally dug his free hand into MJ's ribs. He had to drop his Twinkies to do it, too. Silly asshole, thinking he wouldn't fight dirty over sweets.

"Fuck me!" MJ started squeaking and twisting, snorting and laughing hard. "Stop. Stop it, you ass!"

"Wait, do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to stop?" Oh, that was an even better look, MJ all red-faced and chortling. Sonny didn't even think, he just leaned down and licked chocolate off MJ's lower lip.

"Don't make me hurt you, Sunshine." Man, belly-to-belly felt fine, all warm and a little hard and close.

"Oh, you never know, Precious. I might like it." He grinned, feeling fine. Just fine.

MJ snorted, sticky fingers painting melted chocolate right down his cheek. "You think?"

Oh. Yum. Sonny grabbed MJ's fingers and started sucking on them, licking the chocolate right off. Jesus, that was addictive. He did like smooth, dark stuff. And he'd always liked his chocolate followed by a little bit of salt.

"I said that was my candy." MJ tugged his head over, tongue slip-sliding over his cheek, wet and hot as all get out.

"Uh-huh. Mmm. You can eat one of my Twinkies later. I'm all about sharing, Precious." Shit, that felt good. Sonny started rocking, his hard cock prodding MJ's hip.

"Good to know." MJ pushed right back against him, giving him some good friction. Oh, hell, yes. That made him give up entirely on the tickling and the fighting for the chocolate. He rubbed, his hips rolling, and licked at MJ's chin where more of the sticky, melted sweet had landed.

MJ's chin lifted up and he got a sweet little sound, raw and rough and real. One hand landed on his hip, moving him nice and quick.

He let go of MJ's hand and reached down to cup MJ's ass, having to squeeze to get between it and the wall. He was finally holding one hard-muscled cheek, though, moving MJ along with him, biting down on the skin of MJ's throat. Listen to that pretty noise. MJ just moved like heaven against him, rubbing away with that hard prick.

He really wanted to feel it again, but that would mean he had to move, and he wasn't ready to do that yet. He'd been weaving fantasies about the ass he had a hold of and that lower lip tasted good, but he wasn't kissing. No sir. Not at all.

Those bright blue eyes weren't shy at all, just looking right into him, hotter than the hinges of hell. "Good chocolate."

"Hell, yes." The best. Sonny crawled up MJ's body a little, his leg half wrapping around one hip as far as it would go. He needed, yeah, there. That pressure, the kind that made his balls draw up.

"Uhn." That made those pretty eyes roll, MJ rippling beneath him a little, ass like a rock in his hand. His bottom lip got caught between sharp teeth and tugged a little, pulled. Damn.

Sonny grunted, hummed, needing it like he hadn't in, well, it had been a while since he and Woody'd broke up, hadn't it? Panting, Sonny tried to get closer, tried to crawl inside.

MJ's hand slipped down, tugging a little at his shorts, then tugging harder, the man hunting skin. Oh, yeah. That worked fine.

He gave it up, sucking in his belly so MJ could get inside, get to touching him like he needed to be touched. Not to be outdone, Sonny started working at the waistband of MJ's pants, trying to get to the butt underneath.

MJ's teeth found his collarbone, scraped sharp enough to make him grunt. One hand fished out his prick, started rubbing and pulling at him, good and hard. His eyes tried to roll back in his head. Fuck, so much better than his own hand. Sonny got a handful of ass, squeezing, just murmuring at how hot MJ's skin was.

That man just hummed away, sweet and low and deep and vibrating against his skin. His prick was worked hard, thumb on the tip making his toes curl. Which was actually kinda dangerous, considering that he only had one foot on the floor.

Sonny chuckled, rocked, his breath on MJ's mouth, a second away from giving in and taking a big, sloppy kiss. Which was when MJ saved him from himself by scraping one fingernail over his slit, making him jerk and shout, making him shoot so hard that he probably covered MJ's whole belly with his come.

MJ groaned a little, eyes closed, hand sliding away, forcing the zipper of his own shorts down to start working that cock, ass rocking against the wall. One hand firmly on that fine ass, Sonny used the other to reach for MJ's cock, giving the man something to fuck, something to really push against.

"Mmmhmm..." The son of a bitch was hot as a firecracker, entire body into humping his hand. Liquid sex dripped on down, easing the way, slicking his palm up. Hooboy.