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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."
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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?"
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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
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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
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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."
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