He got a bit of a look, MJ admiring him. "A good, long vacation."
"Yeah?" Well, that was promising, at least. "So kidnapping you and putting you on a boat now would be counterproductive?"
"Yeah, given that the men I work for don't, uh, accept no for an answer. You'd end up with some scary fuckers breathing down your neck." He got a half smile, a nod. "I wouldn't want you killed, Sunshine."
"I like my neck where it is." Well, shit. Sonny sighed. Ah well, Woody was giving him hell, wanting him to come look at the new operation. "When do we leave?"
"Eight days. I'll take a nice leisurely fourteen-day cruise, do my job. I could be back in your neck of the woods in six weeks, should you want to take a ride in the 'stang."
"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can do that." Eight days. Hoo yeah. "So we have a bit of time."
"We do. You got a plan, Sunshine?" That eyebrow cocked, eyes twinkling.
Well, he always had something in his head. Or, you know, his cock. "I'm thinking, yeah. Now, we could play tiddlywinks."
"We could. Or pick-up sticks."
"Mmmhmm." Sonny grinned, spreading his legs a little as his cock started to fill, his loose swim trunks hiding nothing.
MJ's eyes fastened onto his crotch, tongue wetting those lips. "Or. Uh. Follow the Leader."
"Oh, I like that. Like truth or dare. Like hide-and-seek, if it means your mouth on me..." Sonny groaned.
"Truth or dare works. Take off the shorts." MJ's hand started rubbing that hidden prick, working it. Nodding, licking his own lips, Sonny raised up and shucked his shorts, his cock springing free. Yeah. Fresh air. MJ took a deep breath, nodding. "Just like that. You're a good looking man."
"You think?" Sprawling, he put on a show for MJ, touching himself from chest to thighs.
"Indeed I do." MJ leaned against the wall, thumb sliding up and down along the ridge, pushing against the tight jeans.
"So. You get to start." God that felt good, watching MJ, his own hand doing exactly what MJ's did. Definitely more follow the leader than truth or dare.
"I thought I did." MJ just kept staring, kept watching. "Truth or dare?"
"Hmm. Dare." He always liked dare more. Always.
"Come here and take my pants off." He got a wild-eyed grin. "With your mouth."
Oh, the bastard was good. Sonny got up and stalked over, sinking to his knees easily. His ankle wasn't even tingling anymore. That was good. MJ’s bruises had all faded, too. That wasn't so good. Still, the dare had been to get the pants off. Hands behind his back, Sonny worked the button and zipper with his teeth, cheek pressing MJ's crotch.
MJ whimpered, lips parted, hips starting to rock, rub against his mouth. This game might not last long. The good ones didn't. Sonny brought one hand around, touching himself as he pulled cloth aside with his teeth, nuzzling into the cloth to get to flesh.
"Mmm..." MJ's fingers felt good, sliding on his scalp, petting him. "Don't get all distracted, Sunshine..."
"Me?" He almost let MJ feel his teeth, just the tiniest scrape, before using his cheek to smooth the cloth down, nudging it with his lips.
"Uhn. I. Uh. Uh-huh." Mmm. Incoherent MJ. Nice.
Yeah. That was damned good. The pants finally slid all the way to the floor, and Sonny rubbed his face against that fine prick like a cat. The man smelled good - horny and male, musky and just fucking right. Salty, clear drops slipped from the tip of MJ's cock, taunting him.
Still, he sat back on his heels. His dare was done. "Truth or dare, Precious?"
MJ stretched, cock just bobbing. "Dares are way less dangerous, dude."
"This is very true." Sonny sprawled back on the floor. "Suck me."
"Oh, very inventive." MJ knelt down, tongue dragging along his inner thigh, cheek nudging his balls.
"Hey, I never claimed to be good at new shit...I know what I like." That mouth made him insane. Ever since MJ had rimmed him. God.
"You smell good." That tongue moved over him, teasing and tasting as MJ spread him wide.
"Not sucking." Laughing, Sonny arched up, trying to
"Yeah?" Well, that was promising, at least. "So kidnapping you and putting you on a boat now would be counterproductive?"
"Yeah, given that the men I work for don't, uh, accept no for an answer. You'd end up with some scary fuckers breathing down your neck." He got a half smile, a nod. "I wouldn't want you killed, Sunshine."
"I like my neck where it is." Well, shit. Sonny sighed. Ah well, Woody was giving him hell, wanting him to come look at the new operation. "When do we leave?"
"Eight days. I'll take a nice leisurely fourteen-day cruise, do my job. I could be back in your neck of the woods in six weeks, should you want to take a ride in the 'stang."
"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can do that." Eight days. Hoo yeah. "So we have a bit of time."
"We do. You got a plan, Sunshine?" That eyebrow cocked, eyes twinkling.
Well, he always had something in his head. Or, you know, his cock. "I'm thinking, yeah. Now, we could play tiddlywinks."
"We could. Or pick-up sticks."
"Mmmhmm." Sonny grinned, spreading his legs a little as his cock started to fill, his loose swim trunks hiding nothing.
MJ's eyes fastened onto his crotch, tongue wetting those lips. "Or. Uh. Follow the Leader."
"Oh, I like that. Like truth or dare. Like hide-and-seek, if it means your mouth on me..." Sonny groaned.
"Truth or dare works. Take off the shorts." MJ's hand started rubbing that hidden prick, working it. Nodding, licking his own lips, Sonny raised up and shucked his shorts, his cock springing free. Yeah. Fresh air. MJ took a deep breath, nodding. "Just like that. You're a good looking man."
"You think?" Sprawling, he put on a show for MJ, touching himself from chest to thighs.
"Indeed I do." MJ leaned against the wall, thumb sliding up and down along the ridge, pushing against the tight jeans.
"So. You get to start." God that felt good, watching MJ, his own hand doing exactly what MJ's did. Definitely more follow the leader than truth or dare.
"I thought I did." MJ just kept staring, kept watching. "Truth or dare?"
"Hmm. Dare." He always liked dare more. Always.
"Come here and take my pants off." He got a wild-eyed grin. "With your mouth."
Oh, the bastard was good. Sonny got up and stalked over, sinking to his knees easily. His ankle wasn't even tingling anymore. That was good. MJ’s bruises had all faded, too. That wasn't so good. Still, the dare had been to get the pants off. Hands behind his back, Sonny worked the button and zipper with his teeth, cheek pressing MJ's crotch.
MJ whimpered, lips parted, hips starting to rock, rub against his mouth. This game might not last long. The good ones didn't. Sonny brought one hand around, touching himself as he pulled cloth aside with his teeth, nuzzling into the cloth to get to flesh.
"Mmm..." MJ's fingers felt good, sliding on his scalp, petting him. "Don't get all distracted, Sunshine..."
"Me?" He almost let MJ feel his teeth, just the tiniest scrape, before using his cheek to smooth the cloth down, nudging it with his lips.
"Uhn. I. Uh. Uh-huh." Mmm. Incoherent MJ. Nice.
Yeah. That was damned good. The pants finally slid all the way to the floor, and Sonny rubbed his face against that fine prick like a cat. The man smelled good - horny and male, musky and just fucking right. Salty, clear drops slipped from the tip of MJ's cock, taunting him.
Still, he sat back on his heels. His dare was done. "Truth or dare, Precious?"
MJ stretched, cock just bobbing. "Dares are way less dangerous, dude."
"This is very true." Sonny sprawled back on the floor. "Suck me."
"Oh, very inventive." MJ knelt down, tongue dragging along his inner thigh, cheek nudging his balls.
"Hey, I never claimed to be good at new shit...I know what I like." That mouth made him insane. Ever since MJ had rimmed him. God.
"You smell good." That tongue moved over him, teasing and tasting as MJ spread him wide.
"Not sucking." Laughing, Sonny arched up, trying to
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