Diversion 1 - Diversion (11 page)

Bo laid his head on Luckys shoulder, startling away thoughts
of Victor. Remembering the comfort Victor once offered, Lucky
pulled his partner tighter. To prying eyes, they most likely
appeared to be two lovers, enjoying the day and each others
company. In his mind, however, Lucky mourned the friend lost to
Walters edict of monthly drug testing, damning the man and
feeling strangely grateful at the same time. He wondered about
Bos demons, annoyed to find they shared a weakness. Again, a
faint hint of gratitude tempered the anger. How nice not to be
alone, with an ally to possibly stand in his corner when the more
straight-laced members of his department started shoveling out the
shit. Delusions of camaraderie had to be the reason for his moment
of weakness, why he sat holding a man he should push away. The sun rose higher in the sky, zenithed, and began its slow
descent to the horizon. The ducks grew bold enough to investigate,
giving up and swimming away when no popcorn or crackers came
their way. Occasionally one or the other of the two men would
sigh, fidgeting into a more comfortable position.
Lucky wasnt used to the pleasure of merely holding and being held by another and found, much to his surprise, that he liked it. He still wasnt quite sure what to make of Bo, but the man made a comfortable armful, wavy hair tickling Luckys nose whenever the afternoon breeze lifted it. Without thinking, he sifted his fingers through the mass, reveling in a softness he hadnt expected.
Artfully mussed, the straight-laced pharmacist appeared less rigid. Lucky wasnt sure when exactly it happened, only that a sense
of peace seemed to settle over him. He didnt remember ever
feeling so at ease with another, not even with Victor.
Then Bo straightened, eyes glowing amber in the bright
sunshine. They locked and held Luckys, electricity dancing
between them. Something inside Lucky clicked, and a sudden flash
of surprise on Bos face slowly shifted to understanding. They both
tilted their heads, neither leading, neither following. Their lips
touched briefly. They pulled away, studying each other, and came
together in a frenzy of tongues and lips and pent-up passion. At various times Lucky felt a hand on his back, his neck, or
clutching at his shirt, as he found his own hand mirroring Bos
fingers scrabbling for purchase. Lucky kissed Bo long and hard,
with a fire he hadnt even known he possessed, and Bo answered
in kind. Lucky didnt know who moaned, but the sound brought
them back to reality and they withdrew, foreheads resting against
each others.
Bo panted, fingers twined in Luckys hair. Breathlessly he
whispered, “Thank you.”
Lucky answered, “Dont mention it.”
Much to his surprise, Bo kissed him again. “Come on, we need
to get to the clinic before something fun happens without us.” He
rose from the bench, returning to the parking lot at an unhurried
pace, somehow ignoring the lightning Lucky felt crackling
between them.
Brushing his fingers to his lips, Lucky followed Bo back to the
car. He tried to ignore the kiss, tried to ignore the heightened sense
of awareness Bo inspired. Did whatever the hell happened on the
park bench complicate things between them?
Get a grip on
yourself! What are you, a sixteen-year-old-girl?
Sliding beneath the steering wheel, he jabbed at the stereo
buttons, ejecting Bos CD. Without allowing time for complaints,
he hooked up his iPod and spun out of the parking lot, screeching,
“Dont tell my heart…” at the top of his lungs.

Monday morning (God, how Lucky hated Monday mornings), Lucky poured coffee from a thermos into his mug, careful not to spill on the cars tan cloth seats. Not that he cared a rats ass about the seats; wasting good coffee ranked right up there with killing people who didnt deserve it in his book of unforgivable sins. And he hadnt. Killed anyone, that is. At least not directly.

Bo remained glued to his binoculars, a tick in his jaw betraying that hed actually heard the question. After a few moments of silence and several more nervous ticks, he replied, “Been there, done that.” He didnt elaborate, but his fingers tightened on the binoculars.

Normally, Lucky was asshole enough to push the point, despite Bos obvious discomfort. Something about the set of the mans shoulders, the way he subtly turned his body away, gave warning enough of the question scoring a direct hit on a vulnerable bulls- eye.

Oh shit—Afghanistan. When it came to the connection between Luckys brain and his mouth, what came up usually came out without slowing down. “You got some post traumatic shit going on?” In hindsight, maybe he should have asked a little more tactfully, but Lucky and tact hadnt crossed paths often, and when they did they tipped their hats and kept on walking.

“I dont know a man or woman who served in Afghanistan who doesnt carry some part of the tour with them back to civilian life.”
To be honest, Lucky hadnt expected an answer, especially having already been told about the anxiety issues leading Bo to a little manufactured relief from a pill bottle. Those could be related to PTSD, right? Bo dropped the binoculars into his lap, staring at Lucky full on. Something haunted dwelled in his eyes that Lucky hadnt seen before.
“I lost friends over there, saw shit no one should have to see, and I hid who I was for four years. If you dare make fun of what happened to me during my time in the service, I will kick your ass to Tampa and back.
Comprende
?”
“Chill, man! Wasnt gonna!” Lucky lied, splaying his palms defensively. “Sheesh, some folks are too damned sensitive.” He expected Bo to back down and apologize; being one of those poor souls whod managed to acquire manners somewhere, but no stammered, “Im sorry” came.
“And Im warning you…family is off limits, too. Big time.”
Jeez! Defensive much?
“Your love life?”
Bo snorted. “Nothing to talk about. But if you insist, fire away.”
Every few years or thereabouts, something roused the compassion Walter swore existed in Lucky somewhere, locked away under a mountain of iron-clad son of a bitch.
I can be a total bastard sometimes, cant I?
Instead of the scathing insult perched on the tip of his tongue, out came a confession. “Cant be no worse than mine.”
“Oh yeah?” Bo ran an assessing gaze up and down Luckys body, as though meeting him for the first time. Possibly in a club— or on a menu. “Cocky little bantam rooster like you?” Somehow Bo made the cut down Lucky heard on a regular basis sound more like a compliment. “Seems to me youd appeal to those edgy types into dangerous vibes. Have you tried leather clubs?”
Leather clubs? Lucky viewed clean-cut Newbie with new eyes. “You wear assless chaps?” A mental image lodged itself in his brain and wouldnt go away. No doubt itd return to star in many a dream.
A ghost of a smile turned up Bos lips. “And marched in a few parades. You?”
Caught up in a fantasy about Bos firm globes framed by black leather, Lucky managed to force out, “Now why would I do a fool thing like that?” Hed hold out on a full admission to see how well his protégé managed to work out answers on his own.
Bos wall of confidence cracked, the perusal running deeper. After a time he nodded, as if in agreement with himself, and shot back. “Youre as gay as I am; dont even try to deny it.”
Lucky folded his arms across his chest, hand holding the coffee cup extended to protect his precious brew.
Damned good assumption, but can you prove it?
“In any situation, you cant go around making accusations without proof.” He waved his hand toward the pain clinic below their perch. “What evidence do you have?”
Reminded of why they were there, Bo returned part of his attention to the parking lot. A familiar SUV pulled up, and Lucky joined him in watching it through binoculars.
“Evidence one: you kissed me, remember? Two: youre fascinated by my ass. Oh, dont deny it, Ive seen you checking me out. Three: you gave yourself away when we showered together at the gym. Straight men may take a quick look for comparisons sake, but they dont gawk, and they dont sprout wood. Ill bet youd be able to recite word for word what my tattoo says.”
Tattoo? Howd I miss a tattoo?
Luckys cock
sproinged
to attention. “I didnt see any tattoo.” He lowered his binoculars to view Bo from the corner of his eye.
Bo flashed a wicked grin. “Gotcha! Which leads to four: you propositioned me, oh, about a dozen times or more.”
“Dont mean nothing. Maybe Im equal opportunity. You know, any port in a storm? Howd you like to be Miami?”
Bo waved a dismissive hand, plodding on. “How you came to work for Walter isnt a secret. Youll be thrilled, or horrified, to learn that the little enterprise that brought you down is now used as a classroom example of organized drug diversion.” More quietly he added, “Though they dont say it in the textbook, a lot of speculation took place out of class as to whether or not your testimony should have been tossed out due to your—well, due to a few rumors about how
involved
you were with your employer.”
Lucky swallowed hard. Damn. While he didnt expect folks to forget about the drama splashed across the front pages a decade ago, hed expected some of the pain to fade over time. It hadnt. “And whats your personal opinion?”
“By all accounts, you were good at what you did, but sooner or later, destined to take afall. If itd been me, Id have gotten out while the getting was good. How did you wind up being a drug lords, umm…if you dont mind my asking?”
“Boy toy? The usual way, I guess. Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“All day long Im surrounded by men with their hands out,” Victor said, once more escaping a party to find Lucky hiding out indoors. “They want to wring every penny out of me they possibly can. Not you, Lucky. You accept my gifts but dont demand them, and you dont expect me to take care of you. Youre independent. Youre a survivor. I like that about you.”
He grazed his lips over Luckys. “Youre…restful. With you I can relax, be myself. Youve no idea how precious that is.”
Lucky stared through his binoculars, watching the Tahoe.
“Hes leaving without picking anything up,” Bo commented. “What happens when he leaves? Is anyone following him?”
“Hes being tracked, which is enough for now.”
Thinking of Victor, the absence of a love life, and Newbie lugging around more baggage than the average bellhop, left Lucky brooding, in serious need of distraction. He didnt like dwelling on such heavy matters. Those caused
feelings,
and Lucky didnt like
feelings
. They led to some pretty stupid shit. Like caring.
Sex? Now that he could deal with. “Since weve both established that we play for the same team, what say we liven up these boring hours a bit?”
“Fraternization among coworkers isnt advisable.” Did the man have to sound like a damned policy manual every time he spoke? And how did he guess what Lucky was suggesting?
Lucky plastered on his best cheeky grin. “Who wants to fraternize? I want a blow job.” He invaded his passengers personal space, relishing the chill bumps rising in the path of his breath against Bos ear. “Id like more, but cheap-assed Walter didnt get us a big enough car.”
His hand hovered over Bos lap, not quite touching the bulge there. “Youre not a virgin, are you?”
“What? No!”
“Good. I dont like virginity, personally. It never lasts.”
“What the fuck?” Bo jumped back as far as the passenger door allowed. “I will not be talked to like some trick in a bar.”
“Whatd I say?” Lucky attempted an innocent expression that probably appeared more like leering to the uninitiated. He retreated back to his side of the car. “I didnt say nothing out of the way.”
Grumbling under his breath, Bo placed his binoculars to his eyes again, training them on the clinic. It took several minutes for the lovely flush to fade from his cheek.
Not one to let someone else get the last word, Lucky stepped out on thin ice. “Im curious. Do you like to kiss first or get straight down to business? Youve already shown me how good you are with your tongue.”
“Lucky?”
“Yes?”
“Has anyone ever told you youre a first-class asshole?”
“Yes, but go ahead. I never get tired of hearing it.”
Bo slammed his hand down on the dash. “Would you please shut the fuck up?”
“Well, now, if I had something in my mouth to keep it occupied…”
Bo let out a snort to do a grizzly bear proud
.
A minute later he crossed his legs but still couldnt hide the obvious rise in his Levis. He changed the subject. “Weve been at this for days! How much longer do we have to come here?”
Lucky understood how Bo felt, but was too grumpy himself to offer sympathy. “Until you start working on the inside.”
Silence followed, the two men watching, making notes, and in Luckys case, slurping coffee. Good thing the garages fifth level boasted a mens room, or hed spend too much time hoofing it back and forth to the local Quikity-Mart, to unload and reload, though the coffee there didnt come close to Starbucks.
Much to Luckys astonishment, Bo asked, “What if I were to agree to a little, shall we say, distraction. What would you do to me?”
Oh shit! Luckys heart skipped a beat and coffee dribbled down his shirt. He ignored the burn, distracted by the sudden flames igniting in his cheeks. His heart
ka-thumped
with extra force. What the hell? What wouldnt he do? It took him a few deep breaths to calm enough to force out actual, coherent words. “Id…Id have your mouthon my…”
“No!” Bo shouted. “I didnt ask what your selfish ass wanted me to do to you. I asked what
youd
do for
me
. Whats in it for me?”
The shimmer of unexpected assertiveness floored Lucky. In his fantasies Bo catered to his every whim. Hed never once imagined having the shoe on the other foot. “Well,” he began, attempting to ad-lib and hitting on the bright idea to turn the tables back around. “That depends on what you like. What do you want me to do to you?”
Bo focused on something outside the window, his jaw clenching and releasing. “I may be into leather, but dont like being tied down. No humiliation, no cutting. Other than extreme kink and barnyard animals, its pretty much anything goes.”
Luckys jaw dropped and all the air suddenly left the car, even though the windows were open.
I cant believe hes telling me this shit!
He pictured Bo spread out and helpless, because Bo had brought it up. “But youd wear your assless chaps?” he forced out of a mouth gone dry.
“And nothing else. Open in the front, too.”
“Are you hard?” Forcing his eyes to remain on the clinic, Lucky didnt dare check for himself, though hed spotted evidence of at least a semi-hard a few moments earlier. He gulped down the dregs of his coffee and tossed the cup in the general direction of the backseat.
“Yeah.” Did Bos voice sound a little breathy?
Lucky squirmed in his seat, tugging at his jeans to allow more room for his aching cock. If he thought Bo would continue their game, hed tug his zipper down and ease the pressure. However, he didnt dare escalate things to a point where Bo might shut him down. “If you crawled into my bed, would it be daylight or night?”
“What? What does it matter?”
Lucky sucked in a lungful of precious air, risking a venture onto soggy ground that mightsink at any moment. “Its night,” he whispered, voice gone husky. “The room is dark except for a few candles. I noticed you shave your chest.” Before Bo had a chance to interrupt, Lucky pushed on. “Im straddling you, wearing only my jeans. I pick up one of the candles.”
On the other side of the car, Bo gasped but didnt interrupt. “I tilt the candle a bit, letting the melted wax drip down the side.” He paused, wanting his captive audience to wait for it, letting the anticipation build. “I dribble wax on your pecs. Its hot, but not too hot. Not enough to burn.” Back in his younger days, Luckyd experimented enough to determine where the line between pain and pleasure blurred. Encouraged by Bos silence, he carried on. “I make patterns around your nipples and belly button. Ummm…I can get to your belly button with the chaps on, cant I?”
“You can now,” Bo hissed. Eyes on the parking lot, Lucky sensed the little rocking motions the man in the next seat made.
“I peel the wax off one nipple with my thumbnail. It leaves a perfect imprint. I pucker up and blow against the skin.” He shivered at his own words, though the temperature in the car had spiked. Following his imagination down the rabbit hole, he lost himself in the scene vividly etched in his mind. Smooth, unblemished skin, marred by waxy spatters, nipples hard, Bos cock jutting out, exquisitely framed by silver buckles and black leather. It nearly stole Luckys breath.
“Go…go on,” Bo stuttered.
Lucky did a quick check on their target. Below the usual cars came and went, nothing out of the ordinary. Another sunny day in addiction land. “I lower my head and suck your nipple into my mouth. Do you like it rough? Want me to bite?”
“Oh God yeah!” was whispered on a groan.
“I reach down and grab your dick, squeezing. Do you like it fast or slow?”
“Both. Grab my balls with your other hand? Gently.”
“Yeah I got em. You havent shaved in a while, have you? Youre stubbly,” Lucky improvised.
“Been awhile. Dont wanna take up too much bathroom time when I gotta share the hot water. Now what?”
Dropping his voice a few measures, Lucky purred, “What do you want me to do?”
“Oh God! Suck me, please!” Bos whimper made the sweetest music. As vocal as the man was now, if they were fucking for real, hed probably be moaning and yelling. Lucky locked his hand down on his shaft, fighting back the need to come. The game ended; now he played for keeps.
A man, woman, and two kids passed behind the car, chattering away about something or other. Lucky and Bo made nary a sound, other than deep inhales and exhales, until the family passed out of hearing range.
“Im licking your balls,” Lucky began again. “Theyre heavy, full. They draw up when I take them in my mouth, first one then the other. I flatten my tongue and run it up your shaft.Youre trembling, pushing up at me. Youre begging me for more.”
The words from his fantasy transported to the real world with Bos hissed, “Please.”
“Please what?” Not a car remained in the parking lot below, and a glance at the dash clock showed 5:07. “Its after five, were off the clock. Say the word and this ends here, two guys killing time.”
Please dont say the word, whatever the hell it may be.
“If you dont want me to stop, I wont. In about two months, Im outta here. No one has to know. What happens wherever the hell we are, stays wherever the hell we are.”
One minute he sat under the steering wheel, the next hed crowded Bo against the door, his hand pressing against the bulge trying to rip its way out of Bos jeans. Bo blatantly pressed into the grip, choking out a reply, “Its wrong, we shouldnt, but right now I cant think of a single reason why.”
“Me either, except we might leave some poor parent with a lot of splaining to do to their kid. I cant drive home like this.” He grasped Bos hand, rubbing it against his crotch. He shivered, desperate to have fingers other than his own wrapped around his cock. Like the first time hed made out in a car in his teens, hed shoot the moment anothers hand touched him.