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On the road and feeling fine! Salvation is driving to Lake Charles, Louisiana, to begin the next leg of their tour and won't be back to Mandeville for a while. The weather's lovely, food is good, and they have each other... who could ask for anything more? See how the boys are doing in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
In Pieces #55 (13.3)
“What time is Marge meeting us?” Ryan asked.
“I’m supposed to text her when we get in,” Ben said. “I
think she said she’d meet us at our motel. Late afternoon, if I remember
correctly.” He took a big bite of his sandwich then moaned, as though he’d just
died and gone to heaven—sort of the way he sounded when they made love. Ryan
thought he could watch Ben forever. Especially when he made faces like that.
Our motel. How
Ryan loved the sound of that. He couldn’t wait to get Ben alone in a room of
their own. Not that he didn’t like being
around the other guys, but he was always mindful of their close proximity at
Cameron’s house. He liked the idea of complete privacy.
They’d stopped at a roadside park just outside of Lafayette
to eat lunch and stretch their legs. A number of other travelers, some with
small children, were taking advantage of the warm day as well, Ryan noticed,
but they had no problem in finding an unoccupied picnic table. When their
stomachs began to growl, Ben had
mentioned having a craving for a muffuletta and was shocked to discover no one
else had ever heard of them much less eaten one. Hearing that, Ben made it his
mission to procure some of the delicious sandwiches, which he said were filled
with all kinds of meats and cheeses along with a special olive salad. Luckily, finding
muffulettas wasn’t hard to do in Louisiana. They’d found a diner just off the
highway that specialized in them, as well as spicy homemade chips.
“You think she’ll come watch you play?” Ryan asked. He sat
so close to Ben on the bench that their legs touched. Aiden and Abby sat across from them. Deacon
and Keanu had chosen to lie in the grass, Keanu’s head in Deacon’s lap. Ryan
noticed Deacon occasionally feeding Keanu bits of his sandwich.
“Marge? Probably. She likes the way we play.” Ben swiped his
finger through some of the olive spread on his sandwich and held it out in
front of Ryan in a tantalizing manner, as if enticing him to take a taste. “You
love this, don’t you? C’mon, you can admit it,” he teased.
Ryan wasn’t sure whether Ben meant the food or his finger,
but the answer to both was a resounding yes. Instead of replying, he took Ben’s
finger into his mouth and sucked on it, his eyes locked on Ben’s as he
swallowed the spread. He was gratified to find that Ben was just as turned on
by his action as he was. Too bad they were hours away from going to bed, and
miles away from the motel. He didn’t
think it would be polite to blow off the group’s manager just for a little
afternoon delight, although the idea was a tempting one.
“Guys, we’re almost at the hotel.” Abby’s amused voice broke
into Ryan’s reverie. “Can you maybe hold out until then? I’d suggest using the
van, but I really don’t think there’s room in the back, with all our stuff. Not
to mention it’s not exactly romantic. And kinda gross, actually, for what you
two have in mind.”
Ryan’s cheeks grew warm as Ben reluctantly took back his
finger and winked at him before replying to Abby, his eyes never leaving
Ryan’s. “What do you know about having sex in the back of the van?” he teased.
“Is there something you want to tell us?”
“I’ve been in the van,” she answered him, never missing a
beat. “I know how much room there isn’t
back there. Doesn’t take an engineer to figure out how uncomfortable that would
be. If you want to know for sure, though, why don’t you ask them?”
That got Ryan’s attention. He glanced toward Abby, who was
pointing toward the grass where Deacon and Keanu lay. They grinned back,
obviously not embarrassed in the slightest at her accusation, and certainly not
denying it either.
“It’s quite cramped,” Keanu offered. “But it’ll do in a
pinch. If you’re very careful and
don’t get your—”
Deacon laid his fingers gently across his lover’s lips. “No
need for an anatomy lesson, I think they get the picture.”
Abby laughed, followed by Aiden, then they were all laughing
together.
Keanu motioned to Deacon that he wanted to get up. Deacon
stood, then offered Keanu a hand up from the ground. “I think I’m gonna hit the
men’s room. Wanna come?”
“And hold your hand?” Deacon smirked.
“No, my dick,” Keanu said with a straight face. That set off
another round of laughter. Deacon just shook his head.
“Incorrigible, that’s what you are.”
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” Keanu said.
“C’mon, big boy.” Deacon rolled his eyes but he didn’t say no, and the two
strolled off, hand in hand.
Ryan looked between the others. “You don’t think they’re
gonna… I mean… Really?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Aiden said. “Wouldn’t be the first
time.”
“But there are kids around,” Ryan protested. Doing it around
grown men was one thing, but kids? Not cool at all.
“They’ll be careful,” Ben said. “Don’t worry. Deacon has too
much common sense to get them caught with their pants down. This isn’t the
place for that.” He wrapped an arm about Ryan, nestling Ryan’s head on his
shoulder. “He’ll probably give him a dose of reality, actually, and remind him
we’re almost at the motel.”
Ryan hoped he was right. The last thing they needed was to
have two members of the group get arrested for indecent exposure, or anything
worse. But his fears were allayed a few minutes later when the two returned.
Keanu was pouting, and Deacon seemed more than a little smug. Not to mention
Keanu’s hair was wet. What had Deacon done to cool him off?
to be continued
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