For as long as Boyd can remember, he's been pushing pins into a map. Carson City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque -- all places he wants to see, for a dozen different reasons that wouldn't mean a thing to anyone else. When he finally gets a chance to purchase the '70 Plymouth Duster of his dreams, at a price that even he can manage, Boyd jumps at the opportunity.<br><br>Oliver seems like just another kid with a broken dream when their paths cross in Vegas. Against Boyd's better judgment, he offers to let Oliver hitch along for the ride when Oliver confides the need to get out and get gone.<br><br>But isn’t long before Boyd realizes Oliver's reasons for running are more complicated -- and more dangerous -- than Oliver let on. Boyd doesn't like people who play hardball, and he definitely doesn't like people messing with a man who's managed to light a fuse that Boyd forgot he had.

Road Trip

“I won’t,” Boyd said. He rubbed his palm up from Oliver’s knee, taking a path up Oliver’s thighs and towards Oliver’s balls with slow, light pressure. “You said you wanted to feel my skin. I’m just making sure you do.” He cupped Oliver’s groin until Oliver’s breath regulated, and the pounding in Oliver’s chest—a pound that Boyd could feel right through Oliver’s back—settled into a less frantic rhythm. Only then did Boyd let go, lift his hips, and work his own jeans to mid-thigh.


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