Chapter 26

“Hey, the fuck’s matter with you?” Mouse protested and tried to shake his arm free.

Francesco struggled to calm down. After so many weeks of fear and anxiety for his boyfriend’s sake, he finally could find a way, one that wasn’t so shaky and unreliable as Karl’s obsession with him. He let go of the other but clasped his hand hard on the shotgun and moved his arm away when Mouse tried to grab it back.

“You need to take me where you stole this from,” he said slowly, trying to rein in the pounding of his blood in his ears.

“I didn’t steal it,” Mouse protested.

Francesco gave him a hard look. “This isn’t a fucking toy, Mouse.”

Finally, the redhead gave up on trying to get back the shotgun and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I look like I’m playing? I know how to shoot one of these,” he gestured with his chin toward the weapon. “Do you?”

“No. But the guy you took it from, he’s important. You don’t steal from that guy, or he’d be pissed.”

He didn’t want to give Mouse false hopes at this point. It wasn’t like he was sure Morgan would say yes just like that. He might have been a good fuck, but Morgan was the kind of guy that could find that anywhere he wanted, from anyone he wanted. All he needed right now from Mouse was to tell him where he had gotten the shotgun from, and then he’d have to see what to do.

“So what?” Mouse seemed surprised and angered at Francesco’s reaction. “That kind of guy is here for a reason. And this isn’t a fucking hunting rifle. So what the hell is he hunting around?”

Francesco set his jaw hard and considered how much he could tell Mouse. In the end, he decided for a part of the truth. “That day, when I went with Karl to get Anya back, this guy helped us.”

Mouse’s eyes grew wide than narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”

“He might be here for our protection,” Francesco replied.

Mouse groaned and rolled his eyes. “He’s some kind of pet to Karl’s daddy?”

Francesco nodded. “So let’s not piss him off. Let’s go and give his shotgun back. He’s better with it than us.”

“Try me,” Mouse said with a shrug.

Francesco pulled him close without letting go of the weapon. “Just take me to him.”

Mouse didn’t seem fully convinced, but eventually moved. Francesco let out a small breath. He would have to find a way to talk to Morgan about Mouse, but without having the redhead know. Morgan could break his heart by saying ‘no’, but he couldn’t stand Mouse having his hopes dashed after having them lifted for such a short time.

They approached the improvised camp carefully. Morgan had set it up at the mouth of a small cave and the ashes were still hot by the smoke brought by the wind. “When you took the shotgun, did you see where the guy was?” Francesco whispered.

“He was taking a leak, over there,” Mouse pointed out at the far left. “I just grabbed it and ran.” He was whispering, too.

Both of them gasped as they were grabbed by the scruff of their necks.

“Look what the cat dragged out.”

Francesco exhaled at the sound of Morgan’s voice. He turned as the squeeze on the back of his neck eased. He was so happy he could hug the guy. But instead, he offered him the shotgun back. “This is yours.”

Morgan took it and let it slide in his back holster. Then he gave both Francesco and Mouse a hard look.

Before he had a chance to say something, Francesco blurted out, “And Mouse is sorry.”

“Am not,” Mouse protested right away.

Morgan chuckled. “Come on, boys. Let’s put some real food in your bellies.”

Francesco could tell Mouse was watching him, who knew how many questions on his mind. “Yeah, sure.”

The redhead followed him, but remained silent all the while.

Mouse had one hand over his belly and was using the other to support his weight as he lay on one side. His eyes were moving lazily between Francesco and Morgan, and no one was talking.

Francesco wished he had the right idea what to do to be able to talk to Morgan in private.

“Did you guys fuck?” Mouse finally broke the silence.

Francesco opened his mouth to protest, but Morgan surprised him by chuckling softly.

“No problem if you did,” Mouse said with a shrug. “I bet it felt real good.” His eyes flickered at Francesco who blushed and looked away at Morgan.

The guy was rubbing the back of his neck and had a strange smile on his lips. Francesco bit his lips while eyeing the guy’s bulge and remembering how it felt. And then it struck him how he could play his hand.

He looked at Mouse. Then he placed two fingers in his mouth and began moving his tongue around them. “Morgan’s fucking delicious,” he said.

“No shit.” Mouse grinned at him. “He looks like he’s packing real heat there.” He pointed at Morgan’s crotch like that was the most normal thing to do.

Francesco snickered and got on his knees as he got close. Morgan was standing, so it was easy to reach for his fly. “I can’t really tell you how good it is. You have to try daddy’s cock.”

That thing had just slipped. Mouse snickered and moved by his side. He helped Francesco pull out Morgan’s cock. “Daddy?” he asked.

Above them, Morgan was saying nothing, but his breath was coming in short.

Francesco stuck out his tongue and Mouse manipulated the half hard cock, feeding it to him. As he looked up, his eyes met Morgan’s. The man’s pupils were dilated, and it was easy to tell he quite enjoyed the view. Francesco half closed his eyes and went deep, swallowing the entire thing.