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"I don't care! If he dies, I might as well be dead, too, so I don't fucking care!" Ken twisted in his grasp. "Let me go, you goon."

"Ken? Rick never said Bay was dying. Get a fucking grip."

"But he could! He said going to the hospital was dangerous. How am I supposed to know he's going to be okay? Rick wouldn't even let me talk to him! And I told you to let go of me!"

Poor piss-scared kid. "I'm not letting go, Ken." He pulled Ken in, kissing hard, slamming them together.

Ken fought him for maybe five seconds, body stiff and pulling away and then the kid was kissing back, all hard teeth and wild body. He pushed and pushed, giving Ken something to fight against. The kid rubbed and hit, biting at his lips, half screaming, half sobbing into his mouth.

"That's it. Come on, let it out, Ken." They had shit to do.

Ken growled, shoving him back until they hit the wall with a thump.

"Oh, you think you can take me?" The fury was hot, exciting. Arousing.

"Try and stop me," muttered Ken, mouth hard on his again as soon as the words were out. Ken's hands dragged hard down along his body, pinching his nipples as they went by.

His own fingers tangled in Ken's hair, holding them together. Ken's hand found his prick, wrapping around it, squeezing him, tugging him with rough strokes. Simon bit at Ken's bottom lip, drawing blood, drawing a low cry. Ken bucked hard against him, free hand scraping nails down along his back.

"Shit." He pushed against Ken, hips pushing and jerking. Ken suddenly started pushing him, trying to turn him.

"You're going to have to try harder." He wasn't going to let up until the kid exhausted himself.

Ken got a hold of one arm and twisted it.

"You took self-defense as a kid? Or you're just lucky?" "Fuck you."

"Promises, promises."

Ken growled, the sound strange, coming from the slender, pretty boy, and tried to turn him so he was facing the wall.

He reached with his free hand, cupped Ken's balls.

Ken froze, eyes narrowing. Then his arm was let go and Ken backed off, pulling away. "Right. You're the big bad ass bodyguard and I'm the fucking runt you're stuck protecting. I'll still rip your heart out if anything happens to Bay."

"Jesus, kid, knock the fucking chip off your shoulder." He knew all about worrying about a twin.

"Screw you!" Ken took off for the bedroom. Simon sighed, rubbed his forehead. Maybe...

Maybe if he was lucky Rick would keep them both in the house and he could do the perimeter work. He finished doing what he could without disturbing the kid and then headed for the bedroom to get their clothes together.

Ken was curled up on the bed, back to the door, shoulders shaking the tiniest bit.

He sighed, closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he went over to sit. "We're going to get him, Ken."

Ken froze and a muffled sniffle sounded. "We'd better." The belligerent words were missing their earlier force.

"I'm not doing this to piss you off. We're trying to keep you alive."

Ken shrugged. "Didn't seem real, 'til..."

"Until?" He reached out, petting. "Bay."

"I know how you feel, Ken, but he's fine."

"Promise? Rick wouldn't let me talk to him." Ken sounded small, scared, a far cry from the cocky, pain in the ass little shit he'd been stuck with.

"He was with the doctor, Ken. Rick would have told me if it was serious."

Ken took a deep shaky breath. "You'd better be right, Simon."

He sighed, rolled his eyes. He was fucking tired of the pushing. "Two days, okay? Try to avoid killing me that long."

"Long as Bay's okay, I won't hurt you." Ken bit his lip suddenly and then the chuckle came out. "Okay, I probably can't fucking hurt you anyway, but Bay's
important
." Christ the kid looked vulnerable, like he was letting Simon in somewhere he never let people go.

"I
know
, Ken. I know." He nodded, hand continuing to move.

Ken shifted back a little, moving closer to him. "No you don't."

"Yes, I do. My... Samuel was killed almost three years ago. A hit man thought he was me."

"Samuel?" Ken's eyes met his.

He nodded, the pain still there, dull and cold. "My twin."

Ken went white, hand reaching out to grab onto his arm. "Oh." The kid shuddered.

"Yeah. So I hear you. I know." Fuck, it still hurt. He stood up, getting back to packing.

Ken followed him, launching into his arms and holding on tight, face buried in his neck.

Simon wrapped his arms around Ken, held on. "I have you, Ken."

"And I've got you, Simon."

A soft sound left him, almost pained. He almost shook his head, and then settled for being quiet.

For the longest time Ken stayed in his arms, holding him, being held. There was no pushing, no shit, no crying, just two bodies pressed together. Simon closed his eyes, resting for a second, letting Ken relax.

When Ken stepped away he was subdued. "I'll help you pack."

"Thanks. We'll leave first thing in the morning."

Ken nodded and then flashed him that cocky grin again. "Good. We'll have plenty of time for me to fuck you."

He chuckled, popped Ken's ass. "Incorrigible." Ken's ass wriggled. "Just the way you like me."

"Yeah." He winked at Ken. "Pack. We've got mountains waiting on us."

"Yes, sir!" Ken snapped him a salute and then stuck out his tongue.

He leaned, quick as a snake, caught that tongue with his lips and sucked. Ken's hands went to his shoulders, a soft moan filling his mouth.

They kissed for a long bit, and then Simon backed off. "Packing. We were packing."

Ken shook his head. "No, that was definitely kissing." He laughed, suddenly tickled. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck yes -- and if you don't know the difference, maybe I've got the wrong guy protecting me."

"Well, you'll have Sullivan back in two days. You can switch then."

Ken gave him a wicked smile. "Admitting you can't keep up with me?"

Simon chuckled. "That's right. I'm an old man."

Ken crowed, but then came close and slid against him. "You do pretty good for an old man, Simon."

"You know it." He gave Ken a hug, then got back to work. "We're really gonna pack first?" Ken was pouting again. "We are. Work before pleasure."

Ken stuck his tongue out again. He laughed and grabbed for it.

"Hey!" Ken danced back, hands pushing his fingers away. "Don't stick it out then."

"You sucked on it last time," Ken pointed out.

"It was tempting me." He grinned, shook his head.

"It was supposed to be tempting you the second time, too, man." Ken bumped their hips together and grabbed his extra set of clothes, tossing them into the bug out bag. "There. Done. Lets go fuck."

Simon rolled his eyes. He was going to miss the pushy little shit.

"Come on! You were gonna let me fuck you. It'll be great!" Maybe miss was a strong word.

***

Fuck he was bored.

They'd been driving for days and days and days.

Well, that was what it felt like anyway.

And he wasn't allowed to fuck with Simon while Simon was driving. Which was a damned shame because that muscled body was a fucking beaut and it had been days and days since he'd gotten fucked. Not to mention he
still
hadn't had a chance at that fine ass.

And the thought that maybe Simon didn't bottom? Made him want it all the more.

"Are we there yet?" he asked for what might have been the thousandth time. Maybe even millionth.

"Do you see me pulling into a driveway, Ken?" Simon shook his head. "Patience is a virtue."

He stuck his tongue out at Simon, made certain the man could see it, too. "Patience is for dweebs. How much longer is it going to be?"

"Another half-hour, an hour tops."

"Thank God -- if I don't fuck soon, I'm going to explode!"

He got a sardonic look. "You know, guys don't die from blue balls."

"You sure about that? 'Cause I'm hurtin'" He reached down and touched his balls, his cock through his jeans.

"Absolutely positive."

"Still, I know what I want to do the minute this car stops

moving." He grinned over at Simon, wagging his eyebrows. Considering how they'd started out with Simon being such a killjoy? The guy was a lot of fun.

And fucking amazing in the sack.

Simon smiled. "Go to the grocery store for supplies?"

"We're grocery shopping before we get there?" Fuck, he really was going to explode.

"You don't like grocery shopping?"

"I'm not even sure what grocery shopping is." "Then you can think of it as a learning experience." Fuck, the man was serious.

Groaning, he opened his jeans, pulling out cock and stroking. If they were going fucking
grocery
shopping when they stopped? He needed to come. A valium or some E wouldn't hurt either.

Simon's laugh was low and sexy. "The thought of shopping turn you on that much? Or it is learning experiences?"

He laughed. "I can't imagine going in there and following your ass around if I haven't choked the chicken first."

Simon actually pinked. "Oh, in that case, continue on." "Talk dirty to me, Simon. Make me hot. Make me come."

"You don't need me to make you hot, Ken. You manage fine."

"Oh come on, you won't pull over and fuck me. You're making me go grocery shopping for fuck's sake and we've been stuck in this car for years. Talk dirty to me. You owe me."

"Me?" Simon laughed. "Now, look. I might want to bend you over and plug your ass, but I'm not talking dirty to you so you can masturbate."

"Fuck, Simon, and here I was thinking you were a fun guy." Though that reminded him of the times Simon
had
plugged his ass with that fine fat cock and that didn't hurt.

"Not a bit fun." Simon chuckled. "Least you could do is shift a little so I can see."

"Oh, I'm supposed to give you a show, but you won't talk dirty for me? Now how is that fair?" Nonetheless, he shifted, spreading his legs and putting his foot up against Simon's side.

"It's not fair. Life's not fair." Simon's hand slid along his thigh.

He groaned, arching a little into the touch, trying not to shift the foot on Simon too much. He was reckless, but he wasn't stupid.

He stroked himself, watching Simon's face. "How about a sentence or two? Tell me what you want to do to me when we finally get to this cabin of yours."

"I want to hear you scream, Ken. I want to fuck you nice and hard before the house fills on up and I'm on duty."

He groaned, hips jerking. "Love it when you growl and bruise and fuck like an animal, Simon."

That hand stroked his thigh. "I'm pretty damned fond of how you take it, Ken."

"You aren't going to be on duty twenty-four seven..." He could picture it, Simon fucking him hard, Bay watching, or even beneath him, taking his cock while he took Simon's. His body jerked and he stroked hard, fucking close now.

"You'll be busy."

"Too busy to fuck?" Oh, if he wasn't so damned close, he'd be laughing.

"I doubt you'll be short on available partners, now."

"The more the merrier, Simon. And my Bay's a sweet lay." "Your Bay may not be interested, Ken."