Bruised 3: Combustion Page 3

  "Hmm? I don't know, Bird. I don't have a court date. I could probably work from here."

  "What if we wanted to escape the damp and cold for a couple of days?"

  "Escape? Sounds fucking sweet, Johnson." A kiss brushed his shoulder. "I should start planning us another vacation, huh?"

  Johnson nodded. "Yeah, when this case is over. One we actually get to go on this time." He grinned and kissed a patch of skin. He'd keep his weekend getaway a surprise, go through with the kidnapping. Billynapping. Oh yeah, there'd be a lot of that. Get rid of some of the luggage his lover was carrying under those eyes.

  "I love you, Billy."

  "Mmm... I love you, Bird." Billy's eyes were closed, those hands clinging to him.

  "You good, Billy? Need something to eat or a shower or anything?"

  "Just you. Just you, Bird."

  "Okay, good. 'Cause you've got me." He kissed Billy softly. "Go to sleep, Billy. I'll still be holding you in the morning."

  "Oh, good." It didn't take anything for Billy to fall asleep, curled in his arms.

  He petted Billy, falling slowly asleep himself, pleased with his efforts at giving Billy what he needed.

  Now all they needed was a little time.

  ***

  Johnson was a pretty easy going guy. Every one said so. Hell, he knew he was. Things just didn't tend to get to him. Not like they got to Billy. Of course Billy had more things to get to him. He knew how to take care of Billy though, how to make everything else disappear. And he was dammed good at it.

  Sometimes though, Billy got really busy and was never home and when he was he was working in his office and stressed and... Johnson hated that. Not that the job kept Billy working hard, because he knew Billy loved it, but that he wasn't allowed to help. Because he knew he could, he knew he could give Billy some peace, even if only for awhile.

  The current case Billy was working on was bad. Really bad. Every day Billy looked a little more haunted, a little more rough around the edges, that beautiful skin becoming paler and paler.

  Billy needed a few bruises to remind him of what he had. Of his safe haven. Of home. Of Johnson.

  So tonight, Johnson was lying awake in the darkness, waiting for Billy to finally come to bed for the few hours of sleep he was affording himself. Johnson figured Billy needed this more than sleep right now.

  The office light clicked off and the bedroom door opened, Billy stripping down silently before sliding in next to him with a little sigh, one hand on his belly.

  He stroked Billy's hand, letting his lover know he was awake. "Hey, Dallas."

  "Mmm... Hey, Bird. Didn't mean to wake you." Billy lifted his face for a kiss.

  "You didn't. I was waiting for you."

  He took Billy's mouth, intending to start out gently, but the moment he got a taste of his lover, he pushed Billy onto his back, kissing hard and deep. Billy cried out, the first sound surprise, the second pure desperation. That sounds went straight to his soul and he whimpered, nipped sharply at Billy's lower lip.

  Billy arched underneath him, solid body shifting and pressing against him. "Johnson. Johnson love."

  "Yeah, Billy, your body remembers doesn't it? Even though it's missing my marks, your body knows." He wrapped his hand around Billy's hip, fingers digging in as he pulled his lover up against him. His could feel Billy's need like heat just pouring off his lover. Billy's cock started to fill, rubbed against his belly. He bent his head, finding a favorite spot on his lover's neck and sucking hard.

  Billy's hands clenched around his shoulders, a sharp gasp sounding. "Bird!"

  He growled softly and moved his mouth over to find a fresh patch of skin -- there was so much of it unmarked -- and sank his teeth in.

  "Don't stop. Fuck. Johnson. I need. Please, love. Don't stop." Billy twisted underneath him, frantic, burning.

  "Not going to stop until you're black and blue all over," he promised.

  Billy pulled him up for a hard kiss, those bright eyes fastened onto his, begging for it. He kissed Billy hard, fingernails raking down along Billy's ribcage, thumbs ending at the dips next to Billy's hips as they dug in.

  Those hot thighs parted for him, cradled him, hips rubbing, pushing up into his touch. He slowly worked his way down Billy's body and left bite marks and bruises in his wake. Billy's hand reached down, wrapped around the base of that hard-as-nails prick, and squeezed.

  He growled and nipped at Billy's hand. "Let it go, Billy. I'll get you up again."

  "Bird... Yeah. Oh, love. Yeah. Need you so bad. Aching for you." Billy babbled, hand starting to stroke now, pulling that pretty cock, tugging hard.

  He growled and licked at Billy's cock and fingers. "That's right, there isn't anything here but you and me and this." Bending, he sucked up a mark on the side of Billy's belly so he could feel Billy fisting himself, feel the back of his lover's hand brushing his cheek.

  "Johnson! Love! I..." Billy sobbed and arched as come sprayed over that flat belly. He moaned and began to clean Billy's skin, tongue laving and lapping, the taste making him whimper.

  "Love you. Love you, Bird. Oh..." His hair was stroked; Billy slid on the sheets, voice drawling and husky.

  "I love you, Dallas." He nuzzled Billy's cock and his balls, licking and nibbling the hot, musky flesh.

  Billy spread, moaned softly. "Hot. Love your mouth."

  Yeah, he knew that, knew he could make Billy wild with his biting kisses. He spread Billy's legs with his hands and started to leave those stinging kisses all over Billy sweet, pale inner thighs. His lover whimpered low and shook for him, legs spreading farther and wider. He slowly nipped and bit his way up to the soft skin behind Billy's balls and then pressed on, lapped at that small, tight hole.

  "Johnson." The word was whispered, the ring of muscles tightening and shifting under his tongue. He had intended to tease, thought about making some comment about how at least Billy hadn't forgotten his name, but he didn't, he just went with the rush of being here, of doing this with his lover.

  Johnson pushed his tongue in, fucked Billy with it as his hands spread bruises over all that beautiful skin. His lover stopped making sense, simply rocked and moaned and gasped, shifting under his touch. He got Billy good and wet and then moved up, cock nudging that sweet hole as he kissed Billy hard.

  Billy's legs wrapped around his waist, and those lean hips tilted for him.

  "Love you," he murmured and slid in deep.

  Billy buried that hot face in his throat, moaned low and holding on tight. He groaned and began to fuck his lover, thrusting fast and hard. Billy took him in, body clenched tight around him. So fucking hot and tight and good.

  The pleasure was settling deep in his balls and he kept moving, driving them both higher and higher. Hot lips fastened against his throat, sucking hard, Billy humming against him.

  "Oh, fuck, Billy. Love it when you mark me."

  He pushed harder, bringing one hand around to stroke Billy's cock. Billy cried out as those teeth scraped his throat, body rippled around him.

  "Soon, oh, Billy, please." He shuddered, jerking into Billy's body and coming hard.

  Billy's heat hit his fingers, his lover's body clenched tight as a fist.

  "Oh love... love." He collapsed onto Billy and nuzzled that sweet neck.

  "Uh-huh. Love you." Billy cuddled close, held on tight. He nodded and stroked his fingers over one of the marks on Billy's neck. Billy whimpered softly, and cuddled in. "Been a hard few days. Missed you."

  "I know. I could see your bruises faded, disappearing. Made me itch."

  "Can't have that. Gonna feel you tomorrow. Gonna have you on my mind all day."

  "Good. Maybe it'll keep the shadows out of your eyes."

  "Shadows?"

  "You look haunted." He nuzzled, licked at a bruise on Billy's collarbone. "This case is really getting to you, isn't it?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, Bird. The guy... he's evil. Real, pure evil, and he likes killing people." Billy shook his head." I couldn't bear if he go
t free, but…"

  "Yeah." He knew. Billy hated when he got the bad ones.

  "I'm doing my best." He could hear the shame in Billy's voice. "I don't think that he'll go free, no matter what I do. It's making me crazy, all this shit, Bird. I swear to God, I'm going to lose it, end up looney and lost and wandering the street."

  "I won't let that happen," he murmured, stroking Billy, soothing his lover.

  "No. No, you won't. You can't." Billy shook his head. "I can't."

  He growled softly. "You won't. I won't," he repeated. He curled around Billy. "Now sleep."

  "Yeah, Bird. Yeah." Billy snuggled in. "I love you."

  "I love you, too, Dallas." He dropped a kiss on Billy's lips and closed his eyes.

  It didn't take but one or two heartbeats before Billy was snoring softly, hands clinging on his shoulder. He nodded and kissed Billy again. He let sleep take him, his whole world in his arms.

  ***

  Johnson wasn't the greatest swimmer in the world -- that had been made more than obvious this vacation. Billy, on the other hand, was pretty damned good, and Johnson was enjoying the hell out of their evenings together, good meals, fancy drinks and snuggling under the stars on their little balcony overlooking the beach. Yeah, he was having fun.

  Best of all was five whole days without any work. He had Billy all to himself.

  Billy was currently looking over a room service menu, wearing nothing but a towel and a smattering of dark bruises over his back. "So, Bird -- you want steak? Burgers? Pasta?"

  "I thought it went 'coffee, tea, or me'?" He tried to ignore the way his cock took an interest in that lovely pale skin with its decorations, but it wasn't easy. Room service always took awhile to show up anyway, didn't it?

  "Mmm... I thought you were hungry?" Billy stretched, muscles fucking moving under that smooth skin, towel slipping a little.

  "Always hungry, Dallas," he growled, as his cock jumped. "I don't care what you fucking order, just get it done so I can ravage your fine self."

  One dark eyebrow raised and the menu was thrown aside, the towel opened to expose that dark prick. "We'll order later."

  He stood and went to his lover, let his robe fall from his body, eyes on that hard cock. "Forget hungry -- I'm fucking starving." He went to his knees in front of Billy, hands sliding along pale, muscled thighs.

  Billy spread wide; those tight balls swung free, cock bobbing. With a hum he bent and nosed those warm balls, then tongued them, wet them.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck. Bird." The dark curls tickled his tongue, wiry and slick, as Billy swayed. He smiled up at Billy and slowly pulled one of those delicate balls into his mouth. Billy's eyes went heavy-lidded, breath slowing. "Oh... I can feel that in my fucking belly..."

  He pulled off and grinned. "That's funny -- I was sucking on one of your balls..." He winked.

  Billy snorted and popped him in the head, eyes rolling. "Turkey. Just for that? No more ball action for you." His lover winked and cupped his balls.

  He raised one eyebrow. "Let me get this straight -- to punish me, you're not letting me mouth your balls?"

  He could see Billy's mind working, those eyes just twinkling and teasing and laughing. "No. I'm not going to let you shave them and then lick them. You'll just have to do without."

  "Shave them and then..." His prick jerked again, belly going from warm to hot. "Oh, now that's just plain mean."

  Billy chuckled, leaned down to brush a soft kiss on his lips. "Bird. I'm a lawyer."

  "But I've never held that against you."

  That earned him another laugh, a longer kiss. "You're good to me."

  He shook his head. "No, I'm not. I just love you."

  There was that look -- stunned and happy and so proud, like he was everything Billy had ever wanted.

  He slid his hands up and around Billy's neck and tugged, brought his lover down for a hard, long kiss. Billy melted into his lap, wrapping around him and holding tight. Billy tasted good, tasted right and hot on his tongue and he wrapped his arms around his lover, fingers searching out the bruises on Billy's back. They were hot on the warm skin, soft to the touch.

  Billy's moan pushed into his lips, and their bellies rubbed together, Billy's cock so hot against him.

  "You make me want," he murmured against Billy's skin, mouth slowly working along Billy's jaw toward his neck.

  "I need you." Billy nuzzled, gasped a little. "Oh, love... Feels so good."

  "Yeah. Need you. Need this. Love you." He murmured and muttered, lips sliding over one of his marks on Billy's throat as he searched for a patch of bare skin to work up another.

  He got a shiver; Billy's chin lifted, neck stretched for him. He moaned and licked the place he was going to bite, going to suck and pull up a bruise. His lover moved with each lick, rocked in his arms, the motions hypnotic.

  "Oh, God, Billy, I want you to ride me." He sank his teeth into Billy's neck, sucking hard.

  A sharp cry sounded, as Billy arched, gasped against him. "Yes. Love. Bird. Yes. Fuck."

  He sat back, lying down on the floor as he brought Billy with him. "Yes." Billy's ass rubbed, got him moaning soft and low.

  He shoved his fingers into Billy's mouth. "Suck."

  Swollen red lips wrapped around his fingers, pulled hard, steady, Billy's hand holding his wrist. He groaned, hips jerked. Fuck, his cowboy was sexy. S. E. X. Y. Billy's eyes closed, that head bobbing over his hand, hips rubbing in time, entire body flushed. Giving him a show.

  "God damn, you're going to make me come just from watching you..."

  Teeth scraped along the pads of his fingers, Billy's moan vibrated down his arm.

  "Shit." He tore his fingers away, his other hand went to his balls to keep himself from coming. "Lift up."

  Billy rose up on his knees, thighs spread over him, cock bobbing and wet-tipped. Growling, he pushed two fingers into his lover. So tight. So fucking good. Billy's hands came to rest on those stretched thighs, and he watched as that hard body rocked back against his touch. He couldn't take his eyes off his lover, the beautiful pale skin with his marks, the pleasure.

  "More, Bird. Want more of you." Nipples hard, muscles working, Billy danced on his hand.

  "Uh-huh." He pulled his hand out and grabbed his cock, lined it up with Billy's ass and pushed in.

  Billy keened, fingers gripped the base of his prick. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes."

  "Wait for me, Billy, want you coming on my cock, and I want you riding me first." He grabbed Billy's ass and pulled until Billy was sitting on his hips and he was buried deep. A long, low noise came from him -- it was just so fucking good.

  "So fucking hot. So deep." Billy's muscles rippled around him, fluttering and tight.

  "Tight, Billy, like the hottest, tightest thing ever. So dammed good." He gave it as long as he could, kept them both poised there on the edge, then he started humping up into Billy, hands on his lover's hips, guiding Billy into riding him. Up and down again and oh, fuck, yeah, that was the stuff.

  Billy worked him hard, head bent, sweat forming on belly and forehead, lips parted and damp. That dark, heavy cock hit his belly every time Billy pushed down. He wished he could suck it while Billy did this -- have his cake and fucking eat Billy, too -- but barring that, there was something he could do for his lover.

  He wrapped his hand around that pretty prick. It was heavy and silky and so fucking hot it felt like he was holding fire.

  "Bird!" Billy's ass squeezed him like a fist, almost enough to hurt.

  "Oh, fuck." He squeezed his own hand hard, stroking Billy vigorously as he shot deep.

  Heat splashed on his belly, his chest, Billy groaning low and flushing a warm pink. "Oh..."

  He stroked Billy a little longer and then brought his hand to his mouth, getting his taste of the strong, salty flavor of his lover.

  "Sexy fucker." Billy curled down against him with a moan. "Damn."

  He stroked along Billy's back, moaning softly at the heat of Billy's skin. "Yeah. Damn. God, you're some
thing else. Make me so hot, Billy. On fucking fire for you."

  "Love you, Johnson. More than I thought I could." His belly was stroked, Billy's breath tickled his shoulder.

  He squeezed Billy tight. "And I love you, Billy. Like a freight train."

  "Choo-choo." That laughter felt good.

  A slight shiver went through his lover, and he gave Billy a squeeze. "Bed? Or on the rug by the French doors?"

  "Rug. We have a bed at home." Billy kissed his chin.