“Come on,” Roger groaned. “Mickey, fuck… yes, come on… more, please. Come on, baby. Give it to me. Mmmm, I want it.”
The syrupy flow couldn’t last forever, and Mickey couldn’t resist Roger’s pleas. He fucked him harder, zeroing in on the angle Roger seemed to like so much. Even in the dim light, he could see Roger was smiling blissfully, and he wanted to capture this moment in time forever.
Roger was moaning, gasping, grinding his ass down to take it all, and Mickey was getting so close. The rush of everything they’d shared tonight was doing something to him that he couldn’t explain, and he couldn’t deny his orgasm. He needed it, needed to come, needed some sort of break from all of this intensity.
He fucked Roger hard, slamming into him over and over until his climax finally claimed him. The first pulse made him moan, the sound so loud it startled him, and he kissed Roger hard to smother the next cry. It kept going on and on in heady waves, and Mickey kept moving and thrusting as he unloaded his cum inside of Roger. Everything was wet and hot anddripping, and fuck, his head was spinning from coming so hard.
“Let me come, please, I want, I want to—!” Roger was begging, but Mickey’s hand was already on his cock and jerking him off in quick, short bursts. “Fuck,yes! Mickey!”
Mickey was still buried inside of Roger when he climaxed, and he rolled his hips to fuck him through each shudder even as his own cock throbbed from too much stimulation. Only when he was sure Roger was spent did he stop, and he bowed his head for another kiss. He slid his arms back beneath Roger’s shoulders to hold him close, their bodies pressed flush as they kissed.
“Oh, Mickey,” Roger whispered adoringly. “Consider my mind fuckin’ blown.”
Mickey snorted, affectionately griping, “Shut up.” He pulled out then, flopping onto his back with a groan.
Roger stretched out his legs and reached for Mickey’s hand. They lay there in silence for several minutes, the only sounds their panting breaths, but then Roger suddenly laughed.
“What?” Mickey asked.
“If you fuck me like that after I make lasagna, I’m trying manicotti next.”
Mickey laughed. “You fuckin’ freak.”
“Damn right.” Roger beamed and cuddled up to Mickey’s side, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder. “Mm, what about brownies?”
“Pops woulda liked that,” Mickey said quietly. “He liked chocolate.”
“Yeah? Well, how ’bout I make you some?”
“Thanks.”
Speaking about his grandfather in the past tense brought the emptiness back, and Mickey could sense it eating it away at him. But with Roger here in his arms, it was slower.
For now, at least, it didn’t hurt so much.
Mickey kissed Roger’s cheek, but he had to sit up when his phone rang. He fished it out of his pants on the floor and answered it immediately when he saw it was Cold. “Yes, Boss?”
“I hope you’re ready, Mr. Tamerlane,” Cold purred through the line. “Tomorrow night at eight o’clock, we’re burning it all down.”
“You got it, Boss.”
Chapter 20
It was time.
At precisely eight o’clock, Thirdsies’ devices were going to ignite and start fires in the houses flanking either side of the home the Luchesis were holed up in. He had estimated that the fire would spread in approximately fifteen minutes, and the Luchesi men would begin fleeing the house shortly after.
The day had been busy, what with Pym hacking the repair shop’s computers to get the schedule and Jules commandeering a work van and some uniforms. Valdemar was more than happy to call the affected homeowners and tell them both that someone else had canceled and they’d be able to come right over.
Everything fell into place, and now all Mickey had to do was wait a few more minutes before taking aim at his very own personal Luchesi shooting gallery.
Mickey had parked the Nova down a side street, and he had positioned himself at the corner of an alley that had a direct line of sight with the front door of the house. Roger was behind him, peering out with a pair of binoculars.
Cold, Jerry, and Jules were close by, doubtlessly tucked away as Mickey and Roger were.
They were here in case anyone tried to get away through the back or if there were any stragglers that Mickey missed, but Mickey was confident he wouldn’t need them. Nothing coming out from the front of the house was leaving alive.
Duncan, Valdemar, and Thirdsies were back at the safe house with Crybaby. Pym and Alistair were at Alistair’s house. Rufus was wherever snakes went when they weren’t being useful. How much he actually knew about the plan was unknown, but Cold had made it clear that he wasn’t involved.
