Road Trip, Volume 1 by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-551-4
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

AH, THE open road. If a man had to be on land, he might as well be in a fast car, cruising down the highway. Okay, so Sonny preferred back roads to interstates, but they had a job to do, and the quickest way to get there was at ninety on a major throughway.

Precious got cranky if they deviated from schedule.

They’d only had one run-in with the cops, which was solved by spraying shave cream on MJ’s mouth and telling those good old boys with badges that he had hoof-and-mouth disease. MJ might not forgive him for the minty freshness, but it was better than a jail cell.

They’d been on the road twenty-four of the thirty hours it took to get to Lubbock, and Sonny was getting hungry. And itchy. “Wanna stop for grease, Precious?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I need to stretch my legs.” They were gonna have to put the windows down soon before MJ lost it. They could stop, though, have a bite, give MJ a nice blowjob….

“Cool. Point me toward the sign that looks tasty, and we’re good to go.”

“There’s a diner up there. Looks as good as any other.”

“Sounds good.” Little places like that tended to be more private. They could play footsie while they planned. Sonny pulled off, swung around to a parking place, and popped the top.

MJ sighed, relaxed some. “Yeah. Yeah. So long as it doesn’t taste like Barbasol? I’m happy.”

“Sorry about that. But it worked, right? You see how scared they were of you?”

MJ chuckled, blue eyes just dancing. Little shit. “Oh God. I thought that one guy was going to shit his pants.”

“Uh-huh. They gave us an escort to the county line, for fuck’s sake.” That had just about made him bust a gut.

“I’m surprised they didn’t call the CDC and take us both into custody.”

“No shit. You do win some, though. You ready to eat?” The wildness had gone from MJ’s eyes. Sonny figured the man was safe for polite company.

“Yeah. I hope they have onion rings. I have a craving.” MJ’s eyes dragged over his body, admiring a little.

“Mmm. I like your cravings. They usually end up with me having fun. Except that one time when you wanted fish, and I got that bad flounder.” That? Had been Technicolor.

“Oh, gag. No. No bad fish. God.” MJ shuddered. “I thought you were going to puke up your toenails.”

“Lord, yes.” And other people’s toenails too. “This smells better.”

“This smells like grease and salt. We should be fine.” MJ headed for the door, looking almost chipper.

Amazing what happened when the small spaces eased. Sonny followed, rolling his shoulders. Damn, he should have drugged MJ up and flown. Hmm. With as much as they were making on this job they could buy a plane.

Oh God. Now that would be fun. With their own plane, he wouldn’t have to explain the whole drugging thing. Of course, it took MJ a couple of days to recover from the drugs….

“Huh?” he asked, pretty sure MJ had asked him something.

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