Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (10 page)

“That’s my woman!” grinned Captain and hit Stitch’s shoulder with a fist. “It’s a shame she only has brothers.”

Stitch let out a deep breath and banged his hand on Captain’s thigh. Right now, Stitch would do any of Melissa’s brothers. “Fucking close! I need to buy that woman a drink! Or… a new TV?” He started laughing like a madman.

“Don’t tempt her, I’ll treat her to something because she sure deserves it. What do you think? Should I go down on her tonight?” Captain grinned and put his boots on the dashboard.

Stitch chuckled, still glancing into the mirror every now and then, but with a heart much lighter. “Go for it.” He wanted to add something more, but nothing came to his mind when the image of himself sucking Zak flooded his brain. He wasn’t ready for that change of dynamic, but it still got him to take a deeper breath. He could trace that serpent tat with his tongue and flick the piercing over it.

“She’d agree with you.” Captain stretched his body, clearly relaxed. “Take the shortest way to Ted’s gas station.”

“What then? What did Gator say?” Stitch put both hands on the large steering wheel, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of cocksucking. It wasn’t like him. “I need to get some pussy after this,” he said even though he wasn’t sure if that was what he actually wanted.

“We’re gonna party after this so be sure to grab some nice piece of ass,” said Captain, typing on his ancient phone. “They’re gonna wait there with another truck, and you’re gonna jump into the other one. Cox will face some shit we’re moving tonight.”

Stitch nodded. Captain shouldn't have said ‘ass’. All Stitch wanted was a very particular piece of tattooed ass. Maybe he could actually fuck Zak again tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after. Twice a day preferably. “Yeah, good. So we’ll hide this one at the station, right? I think there’s a road into the forest this truck can turn into.”

“Just do your thing as long as Cox doesn’t catch up on us before we get to the station,” said Captain as they got back into the highway. They were close to their goal, and Stitch could already taste money on his palate.

They drove into the beat-up station, and stopped right next to one of the identical trucks their moving company owned. One of the guys was at the back of it, already holding the registration plate and making a run for the other one as soon as Stitch parked.

Captain slid out of the car and ran to the other truck. “Get this baby into the bath, guys!” he yelled as he reached the replacement and kissed its white door.

Stitch nodded at them and went straight for the gas station, where a single attendant watched them with his jaw open. This guy would need a talking to. Behind his back, the new driver was parking their valuable cargo in the car wash, but Stitch was already running over to close the attendant’s mouth.

“What are you...” uttered the gangly boy, who couldn’t be even twenty.

“Hey boy, how would you feel about a new Playstation?” Stitch asked, as soon as he covered the guy with his own shade. They would talk differently if he didn’t comply quick.

“A what? Why?” The guy crossed his thin arms on his chest and frowned.

Stitch took a step closer and put an arm over his shoulders. “You see that truck?” He pointed to the one disappearing in the car wash. “Well, you didn’t. Are we clear? You play your part, and you get a brand-new Playstation. You don’t, and you get into a lot of trouble. Clear enough?”

The guy let out a sharp breath. His eyes shone with greed of someone who could not possibly afford a brand-new console. “For real?”

Stitch inhaled deeply, happy that he wouldn’t have to descend into violence. “For real. The new one, in the box, with all the shit that comes with it.” The guys finished fixing the new registration plate just in time for officer Cox to appear on the horizon. “Deal?”

The attendant gave him a nod. “There was no truck. I must have seen a reflection in the window, sir.”

Stitch grinned and strolled over to the truck full of furniture with his hands in his pockets. Captain smiled at him from the passenger seat the moment the police car drove into the station.

Cox stopped his car with a slight squeak of tires and rushed out, his eyes searching for Stitch. His handsome, smooth face tensed when their eyes met. “Were you the driver of this truck, or was it your friend?”

“Afternoon, officer,” shouted Captain through the passenger’s window, but Cox only waved at him.

“I’m the driver, Officer Cox.” Stitch made sure for it to sound like ‘cocks’, just like he did when they were in high school. “What can I do for you today? We’re in a bit of a hurry you see.” He ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it back. Damn hairband disappeared somewhere, as usual. Cox’s black uniform made him look as if he’d stepped out of a cop porno, all tight-fitting and showing off his figure. No donuts for officer Cox. Not that Stitch watched cop porn anyway.

“And why are you so eager to drive all around town without much purpose?” asked Cox, blinding Stitch with the reflection of sunlight off his badge. Stitch wondered whether it was done on purpose, or was Cox really that much of a freak to polish this thing during lunch break.

“Just some furniture for this family in Houma. They’re missing their toasters and shit.” Stitch grinned at him, watching the firm, square jaw tense up.
Go on, motherfucker, ask if you can see it.

“May I see if you haven’t broken anything? I would have done that sooner, but some young lady had car trouble a few miles from here,” he said through his teeth. Stitch wouldn’t want his cock between those lips, the guy had jaws like a gator.

“Of course, officer. Is that a thing now? Police providing escort for citizens’ furniture?” he asked as they approached the back of the truck. He wouldn’t dare try to steal a glance at Cox’s ass, but he had done a few times in the past, and it looked nice and firm in those black trousers of the uniform. Sometimes, Stitch imagined Cox moaning under him when he was jerking off. The fantasy was quite elaborate as well. It included Cox in handcuffs and groaning stuff like: ‘Oh fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this’.

“Might be, we’re intent on making their property even safer,” said Cox, stopping in front of the truck. He gave Stitch an expectant look.

“Perfectly understandable.” Stitch nodded with the most serious face he could pull off and jerked the backdoor open, revealing an inside full of furniture and boxes. There was even a huge, pink teddy bear wrapped in two plastic bags for protection.

Cox stared at it for a whole ten seconds before climbing up into the truck. Stitch was hardly keeping his grin in check when he looked at that tight ass and movements that did nothing to hide Cox’s confusion. 1:0 for the Hounds of Valhalla.

“Right, I think you should get going if you want to deliver those on time,” said Cox eventually and jumped off the truck without looking at Stitch.

“Thanks for checking up, officer. We wouldn’t want our customers to feel unsure about our services.” Stitch yawned and stretched.

Cox narrowed his eyes and nodded before making his way back to the police car. That had been close.

“Stitch, you coming? We have a transport to deliver!” shouted Captain, knocking on the front window of the truck.

Stitch nodded and jogged over to the driver’s seat. As soon as he dropped his ass in place, he turned on the engine. “Wow. That deserves a cigarette.” He said and pulled out a pack with his one free hand. “You should see that smug face of his turning into a puddle of sorrow.”

“With that face, he shouldn’t be a cop. How can you respect someone smooth like a baby’s bum?” sneered Captain. He tapped the steering wheel in front of Stitch.

“Undercover underwear model?” Stitch snorted, unsure if he weren’t taking the joke too far. He got Captain to light his cigarette and opened the window, feeling fifty pounds lighter without the stolen goods in the back.

“A fag’s always gonna be a fag, even if he fucks women,” said Captain, philosophically. He grinned at his phone and hid it in his pocket.

A queasy feeling swirled around in Stitch’s stomach. The topic was getting him uncomfortable at best. “Suppose so,” he muttered and took a deep inhale of cigarette smoke.

“Gator says they’ll be picking Rat up from the station. He told us to come to the bar afterwards to celebrate.” Captain shrugged. “I don’t know what’s with this little shit. It’s as if he has no brain of his own.”

“You were saying Gator has some new plans? I hope it’s not more of this shit?” Stitch chewed on the filter of his cigarette.

Captain chuckled. “No way, he’s planning to venture into something smaller and far more profitable.”

Stitch glanced at Captain with a frown. “Oh, yeah? What’s that? Isn’t that just gonna bring us more heat?”

Captain shrugged. “I’m slowly getting too old to keep carrying those heavy appliances, but I would be glad to make people feel good by getting them what they want. It’s not like Cox is going to try any harder than he is now.”

That only confirmed what Stitch suspected. Drugs. He’d seen it coming for a while now, but had kind of hoped it wouldn’t come to this. “Too old? What kind of talk is that? You’re thirty and strong as an ox.”

“Whatever, I’d rather spoil my old lady than worry about what we can afford.” Captain leaned back in the seat and smiled at Stitch. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet already?”

Stitch snorted. “Idiot. We’ll see how it goes. Don’t wanna see you end up in jail.” He joked, but wasn’t in the mood for laughter. The moment they move into this new ‘venture’, heat would rise, stakes would get higher, more people would want to put hands on their money. Trouble. That’s what this idea was.

“Me neither, don’t worry.” Captain yawned, completely relaxing in his seat. “Anyway, party tonight. You’ll have the opportunity to show off what you got to cover all traces of Crystal.”

Stitch threw the butt of the cigarette out the window. “This Zak guy, he did a really good job. Decent guy as well.”

“Yeah? Maybe let him know about tonight then? I might consider hiring him myself if I like the job he did on you.”

Stitch couldn’t help a smile rise up to his face and slowed down the truck before pulling out his cell phone. It was stupid, but he did want Captain's approval. He knew he’d never get it for what he’d done with Zak, but it would be nice for Captain to like Zak.

He chose the right number.

It took a total of three signals before Zak picked up, and the line resonated with his deep baritone. “Hi, Stitch.”

Stitch had to hold back a groan. God, maybe calling Zak in public wasn’t such a good idea. He felt like a schoolboy after the first taste of pussy. “Hi…”

“What’s up? Is something wrong with the tattoo, or are you missing me?” murmured the sweet, velvety voice, trailing through the sensitive curves of Stitch’s ear.

He was missing Zak. Every inch of his dick was missing Zak. “Um, yeah, I mean, we’re having a party at Valhalla tonight, thought you might wanna come round?” His palm on the wheel got sweaty in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah, why not. When?”

Just inches to the side, Captain was messaging with his old lady, oblivious to what was going on with Stitch.

“Tonight. There’s no set hour. Anytime in the evening and it’ll last all night.” Stitch wished he could add ‘take condoms and lube’.

Zak laughed, and the melody of his voice was enough to make Stitch’s dick stiffen a bit. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

He turned off the call before he could get any harder. Even talking to Zak got Stitch imagining all the filthy things they could be doing. It was as if the demons in Zak’s ink were nesting under Stitch’s skin.

It was already late when Zak arrived at Valhalla. Judging from the sheer number of cars and bikes parked on the thinned grass around the bar, the place had to be packed. His eyes were drawn to the little lanterns of cigarettes burning in the darkness where a group of women were having a chat away from the noise. He double checked if he had a condom and a sachet of lube in his front jean pocket, and looked into the rearview mirror to make sure the ruffled hair he’d combed to one side of his head looked as good as when he left home. Ready to show himself to his new fuck buddy, he locked the car and made his way to the buzzing bar. Old school rock music was shaking the ground beneath Zak’s feet, making him smile. He hadn’t hoped there would be a place that played half-decent stuff in a place as small as Lake Valley.

It looked like he could be doing all right here after all, and he did need some time for the dust to settle before he would even consider moving back to his hometown. He might just as well have some fun while he was here. And so, his eyes went looking for Stitch’s bulky form as soon as he entered the dark, somewhat stuffy bar.

Some gazes instantly clung to him, but he quickly found the man he was looking for, Stitch’s blond ponytail making him stand out just as much as the perfect ass in a pair of beat-up jeans. What Stitch was doing though was another matter, and there was nothing pleasing about witnessing it. Stitch stood behind a girl playing an old school pinball machine. He looked massive next to her smaller frame as he ground into her ass every time she pulled on the levers in the machine.

Narrowing his eyes, Zak went straight for the bar, choosing to ignore Stitch. If he wanted to fuck around with girls—fine, but why would he invite Zak over to witness that? The earlier conversation was nothing more than a plea of a man starving for gay sex.