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  Billy nestled in close, hand hot on his belly, eyes shining. "Open your present, Mr. Bird."

  "Yes, sir." He winked and continued his careful opening, no longer teasing, just not tearing it to.

  When he got it open, he blinked. A digital video camera sat in his lap. Damn. Just. Damn.

  "You like it?"

  "Billy, it's... too much." He grinned. "Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot."

  "Yeah?" Billy grinned. "I thought you'd have fun with it. Thought it'd be something you'd never buy yourself."

  He nodded. "You're right -- I wouldn't. But now that I've got it... we could make our own porno." He waggled his eyebrows at Billy.

  "See? Having fun already." Billy chuckled and tweaked one nipple.

  He hooted, cock enjoying the attention Billy was giving him. He wrapped his hand around the back of Billy's neck and brought his lover in for a kiss.

  "Happy birthday, Bird." The words were whispered against his lips as their mouths met.

  "Thanks, Billy." He couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than what he was doing right now.

  Warm, happy eyes met his own. "I love you, Mr. Bird."

  He nodded. "Yeah. And I love you, Dallas. More than anything."

  "I know." Billy climbed into his lap, straddling him and holding him tight, loving him.

  He kissed Billy long and slow, lapping at his lover's lips, playing with that sweet tongue. Close and warm, Billy made love to his mouth, those eyes fastened right on his own. He went with it; god knew he loved the taste and the way it made him feel. His hands slid over Billy's back, touching, moving over skin he already knew by heart.

  The kisses grew deeper, slower, heat building so gradually. Billy was moaning, whispering to him, telling him what he already knew -- that he was the fucking center of his lover's world.

  ***

  Tim dropped him off, and Billy stormed into the garage, pissed as a wet hen. "Johnson! Some asshole stole my Jeep!"

  He was shaking with it. Called the cops, filed the report, filed insurance, dealt with things. Didn't hit anything.

  Much.

  Hard.

  Fuck.

  "Billy?" Johnson rolled out from under a car, covered in dirt and grease, frown on his face. "Someone took your baby?"

  "Yes! Motherfuckers." He growled, stomped.

  Johnson got up, grabbed a rag, and wiped his greasy hands off on it, a thunderous look on the man's face. "Damn it. You report it to the police?"

  "Yeah. And the insurance. And, and, and." He took a deep breath. "And it doesn't matter 'cause she's gone."

  "I thought the lot at the law office had someone watching it?" Johnson undid his overalls and stepped out of them relatively clean, then moved to wrap big arms around him.

  "They did." Billy stepped in, hid in Bird's arms a minute.

  Those large hands wrapped around him, sliding along his back, one going to his ass to pat it. "Was it an inside job?"

  "I don't know. Jack Mitchell's going to get back to me."

  "What time is it?" Johnson looked back, squinting at the clock.

  "Seven? Seven thirty? Late."

  "Oh, then I can definitely quit for the day and take you home. You need a finger of whiskey and a good hard fuck."

  "Just a finger?" He pouted, his boots shuffling on the concrete. "All my CDs were in there."

  "Well, I've got plans for the other fingers," Johnson told him with a wink before sobering again. "Your CDs are replaceable, Dallas. I'm just glad you're all right."

  "I just... I loved that stupid Jeep." Nobody called him Dallas but Johnson. Nobody would.

  "I know. And the cops'll find her, and you'll have her back again, yeah?" He was given a hard kiss. "Come on. I promise to distract you in the meantime."

  "Yeah?" He squeezed Bird's hand, restless, random. "Okay."

  "I'm not sure you can wait for whiskey..." Bird kissed him again. Harder this time, tongue fucking his mouth.

  He blinked, distracted by the kiss, by Bird stealing his breath.

  Johnson groaned. "Did you lock the door when you came in?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Good man." Johnson pushed him back until his legs hit the trunk of a car and he was bent back over it, Johnson's mouth just devouring his. His legs parted, hips rocking up, thighs and belly going tight. Bird moaned, and the heavy fingers pulled at his buttons, popping several.

  "Pushy." Fuck, he needed. Right now.

  "Yes." Bird's hands started wandering, fingers digging into his skin.

  "More." He pushed up into the touches; those fingers made him ache.

  "Yeah. You're fucking damned pale, Dallas." One of his nipples was pinched between two fingers, the other one mashed by one big thumb.

  "Been busy, been too busy. Need you."

  "Yeah." Johnson's hands moved on down, nails scraping along his skin before his pants were tugged open, down.

  The car was chill and slick against his ass. "Mr. Bird. More."

  With a growl, his lover dropped to his knees, mouth taking his cock in, hands so hard on his hips, bruising him.

  "I. Oh. Bird. Fuck." He arched, feet just sliding.

  Johnson's mouth came off his cock. "No, Billy. Suck."

  Still chuckling, Bird swallowed him down again, as those hands changed their grip, finding somewhere new to bruise.

  "Uhn. Yes." He bucked up, eyes rolling furiously. Hell, yes.

  Bird pulled off him again, long enough to force his legs apart a little. It made his pants rip, biting his thigh.

  "Oh." He jerked, bit his own bottom lip.

  Bird bit again and pulled hard; he could feel the blood coming up to the surface, drawn by Johnson's mouth. Then his cock was sucked in again, Johnson's head moving hard and fast on him.

  "Gonna." He bucked and came, ass slamming on the car.

  Johnson pulled off him and nuzzled against his skin.

  "Mmm... 's good. Real good."

  "Yeah? Good." Bird turned his head, lips sliding over the dark mark on his inner thigh.

  "Mmm... Yeah." His toes curled in response.

  Johnson stood; the hot mouth rubbed against his. "Yeah. I'm needing, Dallas."

  "Yours. Anything you want."

  "You. I fucking want you." Johnson flipped him so he was bent over the hood, ass in the air.

  "Yes. Yours. Fuck." He arched, making a blatant offer.

  Johnson growled and spread his ass with those fine, big hands, pushed that thick cock into him, just like that. The burn was something else, shooting up his spine. He grunted, body rippling, aching, needing it so bad.

  He could feel Johnson's fingers digging into his ass, each one bruising him -- he wanted that so much. Billy sobbed, letting all the day's tension go, just needing his Mr. Bird.

  "Love you, Billy." The words slid over his shoulder, were followed by the scrape of Bird's teeth. Then his lover started fucking him, long hard thrusts that pushed him against the car again and again.

  "Love!" His hands slid on the waxed metal, body on fucking fire.

  Over and over, Bird pounded into him, mouth pulling up one mark after another along his back, making his spine fucking sing. Every bruise, every bite ached, burned. Every thrust said I love you, you're mine. He just nodded, eyes closed, as the world spun.

  One of those big hands slid around and grabbed his cock, tugging just as hard as he was being fucked.

  "Bird! Love!" He gasped the words out, needing.

  "Got you. Right here." Faster, harder, Bird just kept fucking him, kept slamming into his ass with sure, strong thrusts that rattled him, bone deep.

  "Yes. Yes. Yours." His eyes rolled, even as his body bucked.

  "Yes. Mine." Bird's teeth dug into the skin of his neck, and he came with a scream, shooting over Johnson's hand. Johnson's shout followed his immediately, his lover filling him with heat. He slumped to the hood of the car and panted.

  "Oh, Billy. Damn. I don't know why we ever get out of bed except to do it somewhere new."

 
"Money. Hunger. That shit."

  "Oh. Yeah." Johnson chuckled, licked at the bite mark on his back. Billy shivered; a dull ache grew from the pit of his belly to where that hot mouth rested. Bird pulled out of him, those big hands turning him, wrapping him in warmth. "Let me take you home."

  He nodded. "Yes. Please."

  Bird bent and pulled up his pants, doing them back up. "You're going to need to get them mended." He was given a grin, Bird finding his shirt and putting it on him. "And this might be missing a few buttons."

  "You can buy me another."

  Bird chuckled. "Well worth the price."

  "I love you, Mr. Bird." The pressure of his day was starting to weigh on him.

  "And I love you." Johnson slung an arm around him, supporting him as they headed out.

  "Good. Take me home."

  "Yeah, Dallas. Home."

  "Yeah." He nodded, let Bird lead him on. Home.

  ***

  Billy was fucking busy at work.

  There were a couple of big cases and the budget had been trimmed again, meaning there were less paralegals and shit to help out and and-and. When the fuck wasn't Billy busy at work?

  Right.

  And the man was looking like a ghost.

  Skin all pale, no marks from Johnson, bags under Billy’s eyes looking like they were packed for a week or two in the Bahamas.

  Now wait a minute, there was an idea.

  Kidnap the man for a weekend in Mexico.

  Just surf and sand and him.

  Yeah. Johnson would call Billy's secretary and make sure he wasn't pulling Billy out of actual court and then book the tickets for Friday night.

  By the time Billy came home around midnight, Johnson was feeling pretty chipper, and he met his tired cowboy at the door with a long kiss.

  "Mmm..." Billy dropped his briefcase and twined those arms around his neck. "Hey, Bird."

  He worked his own hands inside Billy's suit jacket and started by pulling his lover's shirt out of his pants. He wouldn't be happy until he had that perfect skin under his fingertips. Billy wiggled, pushed closer into his arms, moaned into his lips. He moaned, too, as his hands slid over the soft skin of Billy's lower back. Damn, he needed. He needed bad. His neck and head and shoulders were touched, Billy's fingers trembling.

  "God, how long's it been, Billy?" He didn't wait for an answer, just pushed his lover up against the wall and slid to his knees, fingers working Billy's pants open.

  "Too long. Too fucking long. Please, Bird. Please." Billy worked the leather belt open, cock obvious against the dark slacks.

  "Yeah. Fuck, I need you." He carefully pulled down the zipper and fished Billy's prick out of his boxers, moaning as the heat and smell of it hit him. He rubbed his face on the hard prick and then licked at the tip. Billy jerked, hips sliding that hard cock over his tongue, pushing in. Oh, his cowboy's need was deeper, harder than even his own. He wrapped his hands around Billy's hips and encouraged his lover to take what he needed.

  Hands wrapped around his head, and Billy fucked his mouth with hard, desperate strokes, crying out with each thrust. Johnson opened up wide and took it, reveling in Billy's need. Billy arched, pushed deep with a scream, cock pulsing as spunk filled his mouth. He swallowed around the sweet prick and drank Billy down.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck. Bird. So good. So fucking good." The babbled words poured down over him, making him shiver.

  He hummed and nodded, mouth busy making sure Billy was really clean, licking and sucking the tender flesh.

  Billy never went really soft, just sort of relaxed in his mouth, hands on his head. "Love you."

  Johnson pulled off and nuzzled the hot prick. "Yeah, love you, Billy."

  His lover slid down the wall, ending up in his arms. "So good to me."

  He grinned at Billy. "Yeah. I am." Then he leaned in and took a long, deep kiss. Oh yeah, he was -- but that worked both ways, didn't it?

  Billy wrapped around him, moaning happily. Those clever fingers started undressing them -- buttons and zippers and all. Yeah. Yeah, naked would be good. So would off the floor and out of the hall.

  He waited until they were both naked and then stood and grabbed Billy's hand and dragged him to the bedroom without a word. Billy's chuckle bounced around the room, fingers twining with his own.

  "Me Johnson, you Dallas. We fuck now," he teased, pushing Billy back onto the bed. Oh, where were his marks? Billy was pale and smooth and entirely unmarked.

  "Hooboy!" He got a grin, Billy stretched and wriggled for him.

  "You're a beautiful man, Dallas. But you'd look even better with a few marks to break up all this pale." He climbed onto the bed, crawled up between Billy's legs.

  "Pale? Me?" The drawl got breathy, husky. Wanting.

  "Yeah, Dallas, you. I mean look at this." He slid his fingers over the sweet belly. "Pale. Not a single mark." Bending, he wrapped his mouth around some of the skin beside Billy's navel and began to suck.

  "Oh. Oh, Bird. Yes. Yes, please. Love this. Need you."

  "I know. I know what you need, Billy. Gonna give it to you." He nuzzled the mark he'd left and then moved to Billy's left nipple, biting it gently before sucking the skin just above it into his mouth. Billy's hands held his head, fingers in his hair, soft little cries filling the air. Billy tasted good and he was starting to look right, too, as one mark after another decorated the beautiful skin.

  The dark marks stood out, the pale skin around them almost glowing in the dim light. "Johnson. Feels so good. Hot."

  "Yeah, hot. You're so hot." He murmured and moaned, licked his way up to Billy's neck. There should be marks here. There should be dozens of them overlapping each other.

  He'd start with one and work his way up. Billy raised his chin, offering him that pretty, pale skin.

  "Mmm, yes, Billy. Mine." He scraped his teeth over Billy's neck and then closed his lips around the sweet skin, sucking gently and then with more force.

  "Yours. Johnson. Love you." Billy rubbed against him again, hips jerking and tilting.

  "Yeah. Yeah." He nodded and drew up a second mark near the first. His cock rubbed along Billy's ass, hard and needy.

  He could feel Billy stretching, then slick fingers slid over his cock, lube-ing him up and guiding him to that tiny hole as he sucked on Billy’s skin. Moaning, he thrust forward as his hips forced his prick right in. Billy was hot and tight, ass pulling him in and trying to hold him there.

  "God, yes." Billy's hands landed on his ass and drove him in deeper and deeper.

  Growling, he sank his teeth into a new patch of skin as he fucked Billy as hard as he could, pounding into his lover the way they both needed. Hot and wild and desperate beneath him, his lover called out for him, passion obvious. His.

  Harder and harder he thrust; the speed and need built, made him moan. He found a fresh patch of skin on Billy's neck and worked up another mark.

  "Gonna. Soon. Bird. Fuck. Please!" Billy arched, hands reaching up for the headboard.

  "Yeah, that's it, Dallas." He nosed the marks on Billy's skin, and decided there weren't enough yet. Changing the angle of his thrusts, he bit the skin of Billy's neck, right at where it joined Billy's shoulder. "Come on my cock, Dallas."

  He got another scream, this one dark and rough-edged and perfect, as Billy's body rippled around him. "Love!"

  "Yes. Yes, Billy. Your love. My Dallas. Come for me. Give it to me." He pushed in as hard as he could, gripped Billy's skin with his mouth.

  Heat sprayed, and Billy convulsed beneath him, sobbing.

  "Oh fuck!" He thrust in a couple more times; his own orgasm rode him hard, and then he was coming, Billy's ass still rippling around him.

  He collapsed against Billy, breathing heavily.

  "Oh. Oh, Bird. So good." Billy wrapped around him and moaned, soft hums on the air.

  He nuzzled into Billy's neck, breathed in the scent of sex and him and Billy all mingled together. The places he'd marked were hotter than the rest of Billy's skin, like brands or b
eacons. Billy was easy, relaxed, hands moving lazily.

  "You think you could take the weekend off, Billy?" he asked. He could always use his tickets without the kidnapping aspect. That way it would be a surprise next time Billy needed some time off.