“Secure the church, cook dinner, and take yours to go,” Cold commanded. “While I appreciate how well you two are getting along, the priority remains taking the city.”
“Make sure you two screwin’ don’t screw up the plan!” Jules chimed in as he came over to stand next to Cold.
“Got it,” Mickey confirmed. “We won’t be gone long.”
“Fine.” Cold seemed to be thinking something over, but he wasn’t sharing. After a moment, he said, “Jules, give Mickey your keys. You will drive my car. Follow Pym so you can pick him up after he drops off the van. I’m staying here with Crybaby until you return.”
“Here.” Jules offered Mickey a set of keys. “I took Duncan’s car.”
“Thanks.” Mickey had a feeling Duncan hadn’t been too pleased about that. “We’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“Stay safe,” Cold said quietly.
Mickey couldn’t shake the damn look on Cold’s face. He could practically smell the fire from the gears turning in that man’s big brain, but he still didn’t have a clue what it was all about.
Admittedly, he was a little distracted. He told himself it was because he was worried about his grandfather, but he was equally eager to get his hands on Roger in a much more private setting.
Roger took a brief moment to say goodbye to Crybaby, and then they left. Mickey checked his phone before starting the car, and he smiled when he saw he had a grocery list from Pops for the lasagna.
At the end was a simple message:
Love you Mickey
“So, dinner?” Roger chirped as he slid into the passenger seat next to Mickey.
“Mm, definitely. Gotta be quick though. You heard the Boss. He wants us back before too long.”
“Huh. Damn shame.” Roger grinned slyly. “We are gonna be so late getting over to that church though.”
“Oh?”
“Because first I’m gonna show you how very, very grateful I am.” Roger reached, sliding his hand up Mickey’s thigh.
“And just how grateful is that?”
“Mm, soverygrateful.”
Very grateful turned out to be sucking Mickey’s dick while he tried to drive to the nearest grocery store.
“Ah, fuck!” Mickey grunted as Roger immediately took his cock all the way down his throat, and his foot accidentally tapped the brakes. “Goddamn, Roger!”
Roger made a pleased little sound and started to suck, massaging his tongue around the head and toying with Mickey’s piercing.
It was incredibly difficult to concentrate with Roger going at it like that, and Mickey was struggling to breathe normally. He clenched the steering wheel, doing his best to ignore Roger’s hot mouth. It would be far too easy to close his eyes and accidentally drive them up on the damn sidewalk.
Roger kept sucking, pushing his face right down into Mickey’s lap.
“Fuck!” Mickey’s foot jerked and hit the brakes again.
Roger’s head bumped into the steering wheel, and he pulled off with an annoyed huff. “Fuckin’ watch it, will you?”
“I got it!” Mickey impatiently pushed Roger back down.
“Mmph!” Roger mumbled as he took Mickey back into his mouth, bracing his hand on Mickey’s thigh.
Mickey was able to drive steadily until they hit a traffic light, and he had to stop. As soon as he did, he thrust a hand down into Roger’s hair and greedily pulled. “Fuck, there you go, baby. Get it. Suck me good, baby.”
Roger bobbed his head, taking full advantage of the still car. He came up almost all the way off before slamming back down with a swirl of his tongue. He was excited, a little rough, but Mickey didn’t even mind the faint scratch of his teeth.
