Free Racing the Moon by BA Tortuga

coffee. Did you get coffee?" Man, he'd never seen anyone so damned happy to scratch his ass, or his balls. Of course as sticky as they both were, maybe it was a necessity. He hoped Sonny washed his hands.
    "I did." Dude. Now he needed a shower. A hot one. Because, man, he had hairs sticking together that were never meant for that shit.
    "Cool. I'll put some on and then go take a little swim. Have you tried the water out there?"
    "Not yet. I was, but the whole food-shopping-driving thing happened." And the whole hand-job thing. That led to the napping thing.
    "You should come with me." The smell of coffee came, strong and good, as Sonny opened it and started dishing it out. Blue Mountain, or whatever. It was supposed to be good shit.
    "Sure." He wandered over to his bag, found a pair of trunks and changed into them before heading to dig through sacks, looking for the last bite of chocolate and a piece of bread.
    Sonny got a Twinkie out of the box and sat on one of the little wicker stools to prop up his ankle and look at it. "Hey, I think it looks better."
    He peered over, nodded. It did look better, still a little swollen, but not horrible. "Not getting your ass kicked seems to be good for it."
    "No shit. And you never kicked my ass, you just made an attempt." Sonny winked. "Should I plastic it? Hey, do you have any duct tape?"
    "In the trunk of my car." He frowned suddenly, looking up at Sonny. "Nobody's driving my car, right? It's parked?"
    There was some stuff that law enforcement would find... interesting in there.
    "Woody would have had to drive it to storage, but yeah, he got us a place in Wilmington, a place where your baby and my Rosie will be safe. Along with all of your other crap." Sonny shrugged. "Do you think that rope would keep a bag on my foot? Or should I just take the wrap off for a bit?"
    "I'd just take it off. What do you drive?" Cool. Storage worked. Man, he needed to get online and shit, deal with the damned job. Oh, look. Pastry.
    "A '62 Starfire. She's a sweet beast." Another Twinkie wrapper crinkled, Sonny just...fellating it as he swallowed the damn thing nearly whole.
    He wasn't sure whether to gag or be impressed.
    "Pretty, pretty. I'm fond of my 'stang, have a Firebird on the west coast that I dropped a sleeper engine into. She's fine."
    "Yeah? Nice." Licking a bit of cream off his lower lip, Sonny got up, tested the unwrapped ankle. "It'll do as long as you don't knock me around anymore."
    "Don't come at me with a needle or a rifle and you should be mostly safe." Pretty much. For now. He had a soft spot for wounded animals.
    "Cool." Tucking his cock back into his shorts (and yeah, washing his hands again) Sonny headed on out, leaving the coffee brewing, smelling really good.
    MJ got himself a cup of coffee and followed along, face lifted toward the sun. Oh, nice. Warm. Bright. He approved. He got out there just in time to see Sonny strip off the shorts and wade into the water. Nice. He had to approve of that too.
    He followed suit, stripping right down to nothing and wading in, moaning a little as the water splashed up onto him. Oh, yes. That was just what the doctor ordered.
    "Good, huh?" Wading out a little more, Sonny flipped over on his back and floated, grinning over at him.
    "Not bad at all." He smiled and sank into it, riding the waves. God, he did love the beach.
    "Mmm." Sonny sounded like a big fucking cat, all purr. Those long arms moved gently, keeping Sonny afloat.
    This was the fucking life. This was why he did what he did - protecting the water and the mountains and the sky, so people who loved it could take care of it.
    Well, that and the money wasn't bad.
    Warm fingers grazed his hip, Sonny grinning as he swam closer.
    "Hey. Don't float off. You'd have a bad time limping back." He didn't shiver. He didn't.
    "Oh, should I use you as my anchor?" Those fingers curled around his thigh, pulling them closer.
    That parted his legs, balls dangling, lapped by the water. "Then we'd both have