get more, closer. Good.
Lips wrapped around one of his balls, the suction gentle, but enough to feel, to drive him bugnuts crazy. Oh, fuck. He should have said suck his cock. His balls were so sensitive. So touchy. He would come in no time. Sonny reached down, stroked MJ's hair. MJ's tongue slipped and slid over his sac, tickling him, the suction steady, sure. Oh, fuck. Those fingers slid against his hole, teasing the living hell out of him.
"MJ. Not playin'. Gonna...oh, fuck. Jesus." He was thrashing, begging, hard words falling from his lips. MJ bucked up, lips dropping down over his cock like a lead balloon, just crashing down.
"Uhn." It came out in an explosive sound, his hips rising and falling, cock fucking MJ's mouth like there was no tomorrow. They moved together, MJ's head, his hips, rocking and driving, and sweet fuck, it was good. Hot.
Oh. Oh, he could maybe make it long enough...Sonny pulled at MJ, trying to get his body to turn. MJ groaned, taking a second to figure out what he needed, what he wanted. Then MJ shifted, moved across the floor. That heavy cock got close enough to his mouth for him to get hold of it, start sucking.
Yeah. Yeah. He could do that. Fuck, he loved the feel of MJ in his mouth, that sweet mouth around him. Sonny grabbed MJ's ass and started sucking, his head rising and falling. They moved together, both of them moaning and grunting, sucking like they were starving men.
So much for their truth or dare. There was truth in this, though. The pressure and the salt and the hard muscles and heavy breathing; all of it made sense. Sonny groaned, sucked harder, pushing, so close to the edge he ached. MJ had all of him, had taken him deep, swallowing, tugging around the tip of his prick.
That did it. Sonny just came like a ton of bricks, swallowing hard around MJ's cock, his hips pumping up and up. MJ groaned, pulling at him, swallowing hard. Drinking him down even as the prick in his mouth jerked and throbbed.
Sonny moaned, still working that sweet prick with the flat of his tongue, his own pleasure almost secondary.
Weird.
Soft pants tickled the inside of his thigh, MJ open-lipped, gasping. "Oh, Sunshine. Wow."
"Yeah." Goddamn. Wow wasn't even close. They were like a fucking flash fire. Or an explosion. Boom.
"Still smell fucking good." MJ nuzzled his balls, lips soft and gentle.
"You're addictive, Precious." He licked his lips, and MJ's cock. Damn. Gently, he wiggled right around to take a kiss, just wanting it, which was still so odd.
Those eyes stared right at him, the kiss deep and sweet and stealing his breath.
They just weren't much for playing games, were they? Either kissing or killing. Sonny'd go with MJ as far as Florida, then they'd go their own ways long enough to get some work done.
But if MJ didn't drive right down and get him with that sexy assed 'stang when he was done?
Sonny was gonna get more morphine.
Chapter Ten
MJ could smell as they got close to shore. Florida was out there. Waiting. Fuck.
He and Sonny hadn't said much, had fucked like bunnies and watched the skies. He needed to get off soon. In fact, he'd be picked up off the boat right before dawn; the little boat was due at five. He'd head straight up the coast for a few billion hours, then across to Detroit for equipment, then to Seattle to deliver a couple of packages.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sonny rolled over, big body stretching, muscles sliding under skin and fuzz. "You're already on the job, huh?"
It wasn't a complaint, from what he could tell. Just an observation.
"Planning it, yeah." It used to be easier.
"Yeah?" One leg drawn up, Sonny sat up against the headboard, sorta watching him curiously, head tilted. "Why?"
"It's a big one. Bigger than any others I've done. Used to feel less serious. Less like... working."
"Well, maybe it just didn't seem so much like they'd break your legs if you didn't do it." He got a grin now, those pitch colored eyes twinkling for him. "You know, that
Lips wrapped around one of his balls, the suction gentle, but enough to feel, to drive him bugnuts crazy. Oh, fuck. He should have said suck his cock. His balls were so sensitive. So touchy. He would come in no time. Sonny reached down, stroked MJ's hair. MJ's tongue slipped and slid over his sac, tickling him, the suction steady, sure. Oh, fuck. Those fingers slid against his hole, teasing the living hell out of him.
"MJ. Not playin'. Gonna...oh, fuck. Jesus." He was thrashing, begging, hard words falling from his lips. MJ bucked up, lips dropping down over his cock like a lead balloon, just crashing down.
"Uhn." It came out in an explosive sound, his hips rising and falling, cock fucking MJ's mouth like there was no tomorrow. They moved together, MJ's head, his hips, rocking and driving, and sweet fuck, it was good. Hot.
Oh. Oh, he could maybe make it long enough...Sonny pulled at MJ, trying to get his body to turn. MJ groaned, taking a second to figure out what he needed, what he wanted. Then MJ shifted, moved across the floor. That heavy cock got close enough to his mouth for him to get hold of it, start sucking.
Yeah. Yeah. He could do that. Fuck, he loved the feel of MJ in his mouth, that sweet mouth around him. Sonny grabbed MJ's ass and started sucking, his head rising and falling. They moved together, both of them moaning and grunting, sucking like they were starving men.
So much for their truth or dare. There was truth in this, though. The pressure and the salt and the hard muscles and heavy breathing; all of it made sense. Sonny groaned, sucked harder, pushing, so close to the edge he ached. MJ had all of him, had taken him deep, swallowing, tugging around the tip of his prick.
That did it. Sonny just came like a ton of bricks, swallowing hard around MJ's cock, his hips pumping up and up. MJ groaned, pulling at him, swallowing hard. Drinking him down even as the prick in his mouth jerked and throbbed.
Sonny moaned, still working that sweet prick with the flat of his tongue, his own pleasure almost secondary.
Weird.
Soft pants tickled the inside of his thigh, MJ open-lipped, gasping. "Oh, Sunshine. Wow."
"Yeah." Goddamn. Wow wasn't even close. They were like a fucking flash fire. Or an explosion. Boom.
"Still smell fucking good." MJ nuzzled his balls, lips soft and gentle.
"You're addictive, Precious." He licked his lips, and MJ's cock. Damn. Gently, he wiggled right around to take a kiss, just wanting it, which was still so odd.
Those eyes stared right at him, the kiss deep and sweet and stealing his breath.
They just weren't much for playing games, were they? Either kissing or killing. Sonny'd go with MJ as far as Florida, then they'd go their own ways long enough to get some work done.
But if MJ didn't drive right down and get him with that sexy assed 'stang when he was done?
Sonny was gonna get more morphine.
Chapter Ten
MJ could smell as they got close to shore. Florida was out there. Waiting. Fuck.
He and Sonny hadn't said much, had fucked like bunnies and watched the skies. He needed to get off soon. In fact, he'd be picked up off the boat right before dawn; the little boat was due at five. He'd head straight up the coast for a few billion hours, then across to Detroit for equipment, then to Seattle to deliver a couple of packages.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sonny rolled over, big body stretching, muscles sliding under skin and fuzz. "You're already on the job, huh?"
It wasn't a complaint, from what he could tell. Just an observation.
"Planning it, yeah." It used to be easier.
"Yeah?" One leg drawn up, Sonny sat up against the headboard, sorta watching him curiously, head tilted. "Why?"
"It's a big one. Bigger than any others I've done. Used to feel less serious. Less like... working."
"Well, maybe it just didn't seem so much like they'd break your legs if you didn't do it." He got a grin now, those pitch colored eyes twinkling for him. "You know, that
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