Read Online From Morocco to Paris by Lydia Nyx - Free Book Online Page B

up, bring the stuff back.”
    Zane eagerly agreed, grateful Saul had noticed him, even if only because he made a good errand boy. He went to grab a hat and some water. While filling up his canteen, Davey appeared.
    “I’m going with you,” Davey said. Zane knew the light in his eyes all too well.
    “All right…”
    “I heard you were going and asked if I could go. You’ll need help loading things.”
    Behind the wheel of the Jeep, driving from the camp to the road, Zane glanced sideways at Davey.
    “You know, they send supply trucks up and down this road all the time,” Zane said. “There’s not exactly anywhere to pull over.”
    “It’s only going to take a few minutes, trust me.”
    Davey held onto the roll bar as they jolted over the uneven ground. They reached the road, and Zane sped up, the air whipping around him hot and dry, the going much smoother.
    After a few minutes of silence, Davey said sharply, “Zane!”
    “I’m not gonna pull over! We’re not a couple of teenagers, for fuck sake. And someone could come along. There’s not exactly anywhere private to park out here!” Indeed, flat, barren desert stretched in all directions.
    Davey slumped in his seat, knees propped against the dashboard, arms crossed over his chest. His hair was coming out of its ponytail, being whipped by the wind. He glowered.
    “You mean to tell me,” Davey said, “you’ve been humping my fucking leg for the past week, and the first opportunity we get to be alone, you’re not in the mood? I think I’ve got your fucking DNA rubbed into my thigh!”
    “It’s not that I’m not in the mood.” Zane squeezed the wheel. His palms were slick with sweat. “We just can’t do it out here!”
    “I don’t see anyone,” Davey said and sat up, looking through the windshield. Little stones, kicked up by the tires, clicked against the glass. “It’s not going to take long!”
    “I don’t have a condom.”
    “You said you were clean.”
    “Are you?”
    “Are you seriously just now asking me that after we’ve fucked as many times as we have? I don’t know if you’re insulting me or stupid.”
    Zane continued to drive. He swore to himself he wasn’t this desperate. Then he recalled humping Davey against the trailer and realized whatever dignity he proposed to have had left him long ago.
    “I’ve got an idea,” Zane said.
    Davey turned his head, a hopeful glint in his eyes. “What?”
    Zane flexed his fingers on the wheel. “I’ll drive, and you can jerk off. It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before. Then on the way back, you can drive and I’ll do it. That way we at least get some of our frustrations out.”
    Zane glanced over nervously. Davey stared at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
    “That’s completely depraved,” Davey said, sounding more delighted than disgusted.
    “It’s the best we’ve got. If a truck comes along you’ll have plenty of time to tuck it away.”
    Davey appeared to consider the offer.
    “You better decide quick,” Zane said. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
    Davey smirked and slid down on the seat. He undid his pants. “Your mind is getting more and more warped. I like it.”
    “Just shut up and do it.”
    Zane drove a little slower and tried to keep his eyes on the road. Davey held true to his usual shamelessness -- in fact, he seemed driven to more lewdness having Zane as a captive audience. He pushed his pants down to his knees and put his feet up on the dashboard. Tank top tugged up, he rested one hand on his stomach right above his treasure trail, the hair glistening and plastered to his skin with sweat. He worked his cock with the other hand, gasping softly, the sound barely audible over the whipping wind but loud enough to creep along Zane’s skin like the rivulets of sweat beneath his clothes.
    Zane’s cock wanted to rip through his pants. A delirious fantasy entered his mind, of licking Davey’s stomach, his thighs, all around his