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

Silence fell, and it was less awkward than Boyd would have expected. But for the mess on both their hands, and their bare asses hanging out of their pants, they seemed surprisingly normal. Still…it never hurt to make sure.


Boyd pushed up with the arm tucked underneath him, caught Oliver’s T-shirt, and tapped Oliver to sit up. When Oliver complied, Boyd tugged the T-shirt off and used it to wipe his hand clean before handing it over to Oliver. Then he did reach over the front seat and turn the knob to light the car. He sat back hard, watching Oliver carefully wipe away cum from fingers and thighs.


Oliver looked up with a smile. “I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be?”


Boyd shrugged. “I did promise you no bullshit. I didn’t mean to let things get out of control.”


“It was fun.” Oliver rolled up the T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. “Besides, I was the one that started teasing you first.”


Chapter 29