A little back story: Matt is an ex-Marine turned deep undercover FBI agent, who has been living with a New York mafia family for six years. One night he is picked up off the street by a man who moves in the higher ranks of the Family. Nick Castro stands out since he\u2019s heavily tattooed and likes wearing ostentatious jewelry. Nick seduced Matt into switching jobs to work for the second in command of the Family and Matt is let in on a secret. Nick is even deeper undercover than him, and for the same outfit. Together they bring down the Family and against all odds, are enrolled into the Witness Protection Program together.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m still buttoning my shirt when the door of the van is thrown shut and we\u2019re shrouded in darkness. It\u2019s hot and sticky, although it\u2019s the early hours of the morning instead of midday, and the sweat is making my chafed skin burn. We\u2019re on the floor of an unmarked utility van without windows, and our only comfort is the mattress they considerately threw on the floor before depositing us on top of it. <\/p>\n
Nick is behind me and we\u2019re not talking. This is the fifth time we\u2019ve been moved around with no notice because someone took a recognizable picture of us, and although we\u2019re both sick and tired of running, we know this is our only chance to stay together. Officially we\u2019ve been dead for close to eighteen months, but I\u2019ve never felt more alive than since Nick told me he\u2019d moved heaven and earth to be with me. Nick feels tense behind me and I put my hand on his knee to soothe him. <\/p>\n
We were just starting to feel safe after three and a half months in the same place. Nick\u2019s hair is long now and mine\u2019s cropped ultra-short. I\u2019m clean-shaven, which still feels naked, but I\u2019m afraid our disguises are going to have to become more drastic this time.<\/p>\n
As if he\u2019s reading my mind, Nick whispers, \u201cAs long as they know I\u2019m not dyeing my hair blond this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I chuckle. \u201cYou\u2019d do it for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nick kisses my hair. \u201cWe were just settling down too. Were we being careless?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d I don\u2019t think so. We worked nights in the local bottling plant. Manual labor and night shift are only just deemed safe enough for us. Divulging that we only occupied one bedroom of the two-bedroom apartment we rented with cash is out of the question. We\u2019re used to having no more personal items than we can stuff in one bag.<\/p>\n
We were invaded by the Rangers on our night off. I smile at the memory of what we were doing when they practically knocked our door off its hinges. Nick was on the phone with Neal, our contact, within seconds and I was still tied up. Literally. The chafed skin is a reminder of just how safe we\u2019d felt to indulge in a little rope play. Nick had tied me up like a trussed chicken and was fucking the stuffing out of me. As it played out, neither of us got off and Nick had to cut the ropes off me to avoid my being put on display for the Marshals that were sent to pick us up.<\/p>\n
Now we\u2019re in the back of the van and the frantic pace of the driving has slowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink we\u2019re on the highway already?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFeels like it,\u201d Nick replies.<\/p>\n
I let my hand wander to Nick\u2019s crotch. When he doesn\u2019t swat me away I insert it into the baggy sweatpants he\u2019s thrown on. \u201cMmmh, going commando?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeemed appropriate,\u201d Nick replies with his usual aplomb. \u201cDidn\u2019t have time for more. Not with you laid out like that and the Marshals breathing down our necks.\u201d I can tell the memories are arousing him. My hand encounters flesh that grows heavier with every moment I touch him. \u201cMatteo,\u201d he groans, but I don\u2019t stop. Instead I insert my other hand into my own pants. As long as we don\u2019t get undressed we\u2019ll have time to straighten our clothes once the van stops, but for now, the asphalt is humming underneath us and we feel relatively safe from discovery.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it again,\u201d I murmur. <\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo,\u201d Nick says in his sexiest bedroom voice before pulling my head back into a kiss. It doesn\u2019t take much for me to make Nick come, and I follow close behind. The adrenaline is still rushing through our veins and we know we\u2019ll be dropped off in some remote place again, probably by nightfall the next evening. As long as Neal keeps his word and allows us to stay together, we are beyond caring. <\/p>\n
This story is a follow-up to a story written for the Goodreads m\/m Romance group during their Hot Summer Madness. For now it’s only available there, but who knows… <\/p>\n