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Bones heat hit him, hair falling around his shoulders. Gotcha."
He purred, pushing back against Bones. Yeah, you did."
Bones cock was hot, hard, sliding against his pants. Why aren't you naked?"
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He chuckled and wiggled his ass. You tell me, Bones."
"Because you're slow? Getting old? Bones teeth scraped along his shoulder.
He snorted, or at least tried to, but it wound up coming out as a moan. Because you haven't torn my
clothes off me yet."
"Oh. Right. Bones chuckled, hands sliding around his waist, working his pants open.
He purred. Sexy bastard. And all his.
"Love that sound. Bones panted, hips rocking into him, fingers sliding over his cock as his buttons came
loose.
He groaned as those fingers squeezed him. What sound?"
"The purr. Used to fucking dream about it. Used to jerk off, thinking about that sound and your hands.
Oh. That made him purr harder. The thought of Bones jerking off, thinking of him. Fuck, that was sweet.
His pants were pushed down, ass exposed, Bones fingers tickling his cleft.
"Oh, fuck, Bones. He shuddered, pushing back against the sweet touch.
"Yeah. Gonna. Need it. Bones nodded against his back, moaning low. Lube?"
He passed it back, leaning his hands against the wall and pushing his ass back. He knew all about need.
Bones kept nibbling, teeth scraping, slick fingers pushing into him with a smooth glide. He groaned.
Bones. Oh fuck."
"Yeah, babe. Fuck, you're hot."
"For you, lover. He whimpered and dropped his head as Bones fingers slid past his gland, making him
fucking shake.
"Yes. Yes, for me. The touches pushed deeper, harder, stroking his gland over and over. It was so
fucking good. He shuddered and shook, pushing back, riding those long fingers. So fucking beautiful.
My T. Oh, sweet fuck."
"Yours. Oh, fuck, yours Bones. All yours. He whimpered, ass squeezing around Bones fingers.
"Yes. Mine. Those fingers slid away and he felt the wide head of Bones cock, spreading him,
stretching him. Groaning, he bore back onto Bones cock, taking it in.
"Oh... Bones fingers wrapped around his hips, pulling him back.
"Yeah. More, Bones. His eyes closed, all his senses focused on the cock inside him, on the hands
holding him, on Bones. Bones didn't give him any quarter, fucking him hard and sure, panting against his
shoulder. He shuddered, the sensations riding him hard. Bones pushed him, low moans filling the air,
cock deep and hot. Gonna make me come."
"Good. Want to. Want to feel it on my cock."
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"Fuck, yes. He dropped a hand to his prick, tugging hard.
"Oh. Oh, I can fucking feel you."
He cried out, body shaking as he came hard. Bones cry was sharp and harsh, heat filling him, fingers
squeezing his hips. Oh, fuck, it was good. And there wasn't anyone but Bones he'd let do it. Bones
leaned into him, rested against him, breathing hard. He loved that weight, holding his lover up, their
bodies pressed close. Bones hands stroked his belly, moving nice and slow, almost petting him.
"Bones? I was glad I was with you when you found out. He couldn't imagine being stranded with
anyone else and not killing them before a week was up. He also couldn't imagine never seeing Bones
again. Sure they spent months, sometimes a lot of months, apart, but there was always the knowledge
they'd meet up again when whatever job he was on was over.
That hand stilled, then pressed against him, holding him. I ... Yeah. Yeah, T. I don't want to do
without."
He nodded and turned, leaning against the wall and pulling Bones in his arms, his lover's body warm and
good. We'll be okay, Bones. We'll figure it out."
Bones settled, cheek on his shoulder, fingers still exploring. Yeah, T. We will."
He nodded, hands sliding to the small of Bones back, playing with the hair hanging there, and the soft
skin around Bones spine.
Yeah. They'd figure it out. And even if they didn't? There were worse places to be stranded.
Chapter Ten
Viejo was at the door of the cabin, watching him with dead eyes, glaring at him. Rotting. Marco was out
there, too. And Eduardo. Victor. Jose. Everyone who'd died on him. Out there. Waiting. Looking at him.
Tony reached out, meaning to wake Trip up, get them out of there. It wasn't until he saw Trip's corneas,
milky and opaque that he realized Trip was waiting for him, too.
Tony woke up with a gasp, eyes rolling, the dawn just blooming. In seconds he was out of the cabin,
feet walking him toward the stream. Water. Bath. Bath. Oh, fuck. Water.
He was almost there when Trip joined him. You're up early. Couldn't sleep?"
He flinched away, suddenly fucking terrified that he'd meet Trip's eyes and they'd be dead, empty. Fuck.
Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, man. Bad dreams."
"Hey. Trip grabbed his arm, pulled him in against the warm muscles. You're not dreaming anymore.
You're okay, okay?"
He nodded, rested his head against Trip's chest, listening to the heartbeat. Okay."
"Shit, it must have been bad, the way you were flinching from my voice. He could hear Trip trying not
to be hurt, not to be upset.
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"Yeah. Yeah. I dreamed about Viejo and Marco and the others. That they were here, hunting me. And
you. You were dead, too. And it was my fault."
"Oh, Bones. Trip held him tightly. I'm not dead. And if I was, it wouldn't be your fault you've saved
my bacon more times than I can count."
"I know. I know. I just ... God. It was nasty. He lifted his head, meeting those dark blue eyes.
Trip gazed down at him, eyes full of love and worry. I'm sorry, Bones. I wish I could change what
happened."
"I just ... I'm supposed to save people. Not kill them."
"You didn't kill anyone, Bones. Trip sounded sure, absolutely positive.
"Viejo'd been with me fifteen years, fifteen years and... He shook his head and stepped back towards
the creek. I need to get clean."
Trip fell into step with him. You never asked them to stay with you, Bones."
"No, but they trusted me. They believed in what I was doing. He was going to be sick, going to scream,
going to do something because it was suddenly real, suddenly he wasn't on vacation, wasn't out on a
walk.
"And so did you. Hell, Bones, if you'd have left, are you telling me Viejo wouldn't have stayed and kept
doctoring as best he could without you?"
"I want it back. I want my hospital, my work. I want them back. I want to hear Marco bitch about little
Mariposa biting her brother. I want to sit and smoke with Viejo. I want to hear you tell me to call down
my boys."
"I know, Bones. Trip was watching him, not trying to stop him, just watching.
"I want to know who would do this and why they didn't just walk up and shoot me! I'm right fucking
here. They were close enough one fucking tent away. Why didn't they do the job? He paced, arms
waving, so fucking pissed, so hurt.
"Because they wanted you alive."
He stopped, looked at Trip with wild eyes. You know how fucking scary that is?"
"Why do you think I've been shadowing you like I really am attached? Trip asked him, eyes dark, face
fucking serious.
"What do they want? He backed up, swallowing hard, hands fisted at his sides. What the fuck could
they want?"
"Bones. Lover. If we knew that we could fix it, yeah?"
"Don't confuse the issue with logic. He wanted to scream. Instead he stepped into the water and
promptly slipped, falling back into the cold water, breath knocked out of him.
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