In the near future, Zach works as an advocate for an influential family in the Central Territories. His job is to keep his clients out of jail, but they make it hard for him if they can't keep their mouths shut. He manages to convince his clients not to talk, but as he's getting ready to leave the penal satellite, an escaping prisoner takes him hostage. To his surprise, Zach recognizes the man.<br><br>Aron has to consider his next step carefully and quickly. He has to decide if he wants to go for the obvious and predictable, leave the penal satellite as everyone expects him to, or the unexpected but dangerous, stay and wait out the search team. But a familiar face from his days at the Academy makes his choice for him and he decides he's going to take a hostage.<br><br>There are a lot of obstacles between Aron and Zach, from Zach's loneliness but fear of commitment to Aron's lack of communication. And if that wasn't enough, their behavior is unfamiliar and they realize they might not be the same people they were in the Academy. Why isn't Zach working for the Marshal's Office as his moral code seemed to dictate? Is Aron more than an escaped prisoner? Will they manage to find a way to find those answers without also destroying what they've got?

Without a Paddle

With a roll of Zach’s body, Zach’s cock dragging on Aron’s stomach, Zach comes back on track.


Zach hooks his fingers under Aron’s chin, bringing his mouth back. If possible, Aron’s eyes close even more tightly, mouth slack in a moan. Zach’s tongue dips in and out, kitten licks that are more thrust-like by the second. He tastes the insides of Aron’s cheeks, his gums, the roof of his mouth, his tongue, but more importantly than individual bits, Zach tastes Aron. The velvety smooth heat of him, which makes Zach come back and back and back, for just another lick, long past the time he should have moved on.


Chapter 12