made supper."
"Shut up, Sunshine." MJ pinched him once, right on the hip. "There's bananas in there. I saw them."
"Yeah. And those are real bananas."
At least that's what the little guy at the market had said. Sonny grinned a little as he got settled and let it all go.
See?
Vacation was already making MJ easier to deal with. Just think what a week at the beach might do.
Chapter Six
Mmm.
Man, he loved the smell of sea and salt and sand and shit. MJ hummed, rubbing nice and easy, images of pretty lips, nice strong hands, and tight asses passing right through his head.
Skin was nice, too.
And eyes. He liked eyes. Of course, the thought of fucking somebody without eyes was gross beyond all reason.
Blind, yes. Eyeless, no.
He groaned, shook his head a little. Come on, dude. Masturbation, not nightmares. Sexy boys with hungry little mouths and pretty asses and completely and utterly intact eyes.
Something hard and warm shifted against him, and yeah, that was more like it. The ass he needed to think about felt just like that. Hot, firm, rubbing back against him.
There. Right like that. Uhn. He pushed a little harder, liking how the tip of his prick rubbed that soft, hot skin. A little moan answered him, his fantasy man just loving it, slipping and sliding against him, thighs opening so he could press between.
Oh, yeah. That was... Uh-huh. He cuddled right in, entire body into it, rocking and shifting and sliding, hands wrapped around sweet fucking hips.
"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
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