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

Whatever Boyd had been expecting, the low groan, weakened stance, and slide of Oliver’s fingers into his hair was an undeniably beautiful response. He didn’t move any faster than he had been, but he gave Oliver every inch of his throat that Oliver wanted. He sucked and drew patterns with his tongue, he brought his hand up to Oliver’s balls and alternated between light pulls and fondling, and he kept it up until Oliver was breathing hard enough that Boyd could feel Oliver shake with each inhale.


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