:: T R U T H S ::
Title: Truths.
Author: NJRD
Rating: NC – 17 (slash, language)
Pairing: Dominic / Ricardo (OMC)
Summary: Alternative universe. Dom and Ricardo are running after one ‘job’ and …
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dominic Toretto but Ricardo Montenegro is all mine and mine alone. Heehee.
Feedback: Always, as long as it’s your honest opinion. You already know I’m a review whore, so go ahead.
Archive: No.
Author’s note: This is the result of writing for months about these two fuckers’ friendship and watching my favorite TV show, “Queer as Folks” at the same time. This is also my very first attempt to write a slash scene. I bizarrely feel like a virgin on her very first time. So, please, be gentle with me and enjoy the ride.
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This one shot is dedicated to my crazy ‘on line’ sister, evilgrin.
Thank you, love.
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T R U T H S
I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don’t care ’cause I’m not there
And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow
Again and again I’ve taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part I
Coño…
Ricardo woke to a beat of a marching band mercilessly playing drums within his brain and a burning urge to pee. The lack of a headache and the alcoholic taste in his mouth told him it wasn’t a hangover. So it had to be…
Coño!!!
Last thing he remembered within his, at that moment slightly foggy mind, was Dom muttering that it was a fucking trap and then at least twelve fuckers showing up from out of nowhere, shooting and yelling and cursing.
They were both crouched behind some boxes and trash bins in the alley, firing back. And then one minute he was pushing Dom down, shielding him, the next minute a ray of searing white pain was stabbing his arm.
The next thing he remembered almost clearly enough to make him grit his teeth, cursing silently, was being in the backseat of a car, a distant sound of wheels screeching and Dom watching him with a mix of concern and anger written all over his face. Dom.
“Dom?”
No answer. Then again, he probably hadn’t called him loud enough or even coherently since his mouth was half buried in a pillow. Gathering strength, he pushed up, bracing on one elbow as he blinked slowly.
He was in what seemed to be a small motel room that had one curtained window and two doors. One of the doors was slightly open, revealing a pale yellow tile wall and part of a mirror. Bathroom.
The heavy, dark red curtains were parted slightly down the middle, enough to let him guess that the light coming through the crack was sunlight.
Ricardo turned, tangling his legs in the white sheets of the bed and his eyes wandered, taking in the rest of furniture. There was also a table, two chairs, a battered dresser and a small refrigerator right beside the dresser.
His bag and Dom’s were up against the wall beside the bathroom door. His leather jacket draped over one of the chairs, with his jeans and what might be his shirt, stained with his blood.
“Toretto?”
Again no answer. No sound other than a faint whine of the refrigerator and a slow drip coming from the bathroom.
Where the hell did that fucker go, carajo?!
Ricardo turned over, realizing he was naked and alone.
“Domin…?”
A note lay on a small table beside the bed, written in Dom’s awful handwriting on a piece of paper with a motel’s logo on it.
Went to get food. You’re safe here. Don’t kill anyone while I’m out. D.
Ricardo had to smile. Dom had put his cigarettes and lighter right next to it. A man after my heart. Ricardo laughed as he got up to go pee, and pulling out a cigarette, he lit it up and stumbled a bit on his way to the bathroom.
Of course, Dom also knew that, of anything, Ricardo would definitely search for his cigarettes first thing after he had opened his cold, dark eyes.
They had been hooked up together for some time now. At first Ricardo hadn’t liked the idea one damn bit and he had been giving Dom shit no end, turning his life into a living hell.
Ricardo Montenegro used to work alone mostly because no other ‘freelancer’ could stand him; he was a crazy motherfucker, risking his life just for the hell of it. And that was exactly the reason why his superiors had paired him with Dom, because he was another crazy motherfucker. Two of a kind.
“Stop whining, little bitches. You’re made for each other; now get the fuck out of my damn office.”
Those were their boss’s exact words when they both started to bitch about not wanting to work together. They had no other choice though. It was that or prison. Not many options left.
But one day, out of the blue, while on a mission in Nicaragua that turned out to be a trap, Dom saved Ricardo’s ass and ‘the kid’ won his heart in a second flat.
No one had risked their neck before for him, nor had anyone ever given a shit or cared enough to even take the time to know him, really know him. But Dom did and they got closer. Not exactly friends or comrades but more like brothers.
Ricardo grinned, pulling out his cigarette on the sink, a little lost in his own thoughts.
They had lost count of how many times they had ended up wasted in some forsaken place in the middle of fucking nowhere after a mission. Or how many times they had been hanging around, fucking the shit out of some chicks, more than once the same chick though and sometimes at once.
Ricardo chuckled at his own thoughts, recalling how ‘the kid’ meant serious shit, attracting women. Dom was a charmer regarding pussy and women spread their legs for him faster than a blink of an eye.
No wonder, the fucker packs the three words most women loved, Ricardo thought, grinning. Nine inches cut. He said silently, frowning a little when he found himself thinking about Dom’s cock.
Coño, must be the drugs, he shook his head a little and flushed the toilet.
Still slightly groggy from the sedative, Ricardo stumbled out of the bathroom and crouched in front of his bag.
A wave of sickness threatened to rise damn fast and he clamped his mouth closed, swallowing it back down. He wasn’t going to puke. That was undignified shit for a tough fucker like Ricardo Montenegro. No matter that he had been shot a few hours before or how many shots of whiskey he would have gulped down. Throwing up wasn’t a fucking option.
Ricardo shut his eyes tightly when he felt himself getting dizzy. He leaned heavily forward, slamming his palm open against the wall and muttered a stream of obscenities under his breath.
No fucking way was he going to pass out either. That wasn’t allowed at all. He was a tough son of bitch and fuckers like him never fainted like a damn damsel in distress.
Gritting his teeth, he fought the blurriness and slowly got to his feet. Coño. Breathing through his nostrils, he cursed silently and stumbled back into bed, collapsing face down on the mattress. Sleep, now that was allowed in Ricardo’s book of rules. Sleeping, not passing out.
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Dom crossed the small lobby, not being noticed by any of the clients that were there at the time. Not even one of them paid him any attention as he made his way back to their room with two bags filled with food and drinks.
He still had a hard time assuming that skill of his. The ability of making himself invisible when it was needed. Dom chuckled at his own thoughts.
Big dark guy taught him that though. They could be surrounded by a crowd of people and not be noticed if they didn’t want to.
Ricardo used to say most people were too busy with their own shit, thinking about themselves to pay attention to anyone else. Even if that anyone were two motherfuckers like them. And that was what made them such a dangerous team.
The secret was to look as integrated as possible with the background, just like a damn chameleon, not arousing any suspicion around, or they would end dead in a second flat. Not an option in Ricardo’s book of rules.
An unconscious small grin pulled at the corner of his lips when Dom thought about big dark guy and his damn rules. He had grown accustomed to Ricardo’s rules because most of the time they made sense and on more than one occasion those same fucking rules have saved his ass or Ricardo’s.
Dom’s grin died on his lips when he thought about last night and the fact that he almost lost his only friend. No, not friend; his comrade; his brother.
Dom slid inside the motel room as a shadow in motion, just as Ricardo had taught him. Not even a single noise was made or heard.
Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Ricardo soundlessly sleeping; face down on the mattress, butt naked. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as his heart skipped a beat. He almost lost him last night. And Dom found himself staring openly at him.
It wasn’t the first time that he had seen Ricardo naked, in fact he had lost count of how many times he had seen big dark guy before while on a mission. On several occasions they had shared a room, a bed and even a shower. No big deal though.
Sometimes they were running out of time and not always had they found a place with the minimum comforts. To shower by turns wasn’t an option and it wasn’t as if he was all that shy anymore after being in prison. Communal showers in prison were enough of a test of your resolution. Any sign of shyness or decency may be read as a sign of weakness.
Shaking his head a little Dom padded to the table, placing the two bags there and started to pull out things. A carton of cigarettes, two bottle of Jack Daniels, two packs of Corona beer, chocolate, some fruit and milk.
Dom grinned looking down. All the essentials, he chuckled silently and headed towards the bathroom.
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When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part II
A distant sound of streaming, running water mixed with a low baritone hum woke Ricardo again. He opened his eyes just as Dom was stepping out the small stall, revealing a flawless, toned body. Naked, perfect body actually.
Hundreds drops of water lazily sliding down tanned skin holding his attention. Across a sculptured chest, hard nipples puckering in the cool air, rippling abdominals, outtie navel, flat belly…
An unexpected growl in appreciation passed Ricardo’s lips as he found himself silently admiring Dom’s body as he hugged the pillow underneath his head.
“Now that’s a sight to wake up to.” He whispered under his breath.
Dom stepped into a pair of jeans and froze as soon as a new growl left Ricardo’s’ lips. Dom shivered slightly but he didn’t look. He could feel Ricardo’s intense gaze piercing his very soul and swallowed.
“How do you feel?”
Ricardo blinked once, sitting up, yawning. “Like some fucker shot me.” He rasped out, stretching. A sharp pain in his arm reminded him he had been shot. “Coño…” He hissed, cursing.
Dom winced slightly, still staring at the floor as a vision of Ricardo’s blood popped within his brain without warning. His t-shirt drenched in blood. There was too much blood.
“Where are we?”
Ricardo’s gravelly voice pulled Dom out of his thoughts, making him furrow his brows.
“Motel in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Dom’s voice had sounded strangely hoarse and he cleared his throat, finally lifting his head. His gaze unconsciously took in the bare chest rising and falling in time with even breaths.
“I take it we weren’t followed?”
Ricardo managed to hide a grin when he caught Dom checking out his bare chest.
“You gotta be fucking kidding.”
A ghost of a defiant smirk; that well-known cocky grin pulling at the corner of his lips, the gravelly voice almost insulted.
Ricardo chuckled.
“I still gotta find a fucker with enough balls to catch…”
Dom cut himself off as soon as Ricardo winced, cursing under his breath.
“You okay?”
Ricardo’s dark brown eyes slid up, meeting chocolate brown eyes; eyes showing concern. Concern for him. He grinned.
“Yeah.”
They gazed each other in complete silence until Dom blinked.
“Hungry?”
Ricardo frowned.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning forward onto all fours, crawling to the foot of the full sized bed.
Dom had his back to him, slicing an apple in four symmetrical pieces. The jeans rode low, revealing the graceful taper of Dom’s chest into his waist. The twin dimples just above the curve of his ass.
Yeah, he was hungry. Food would probably be good, but right now Ricardo wanted another thing. No, he needed another thing. His cock agreed.
Dom turned around, and froze at seeing Ricardo, the bottle of Jack’s and the Corona forgotten in his hands. What the…?
Ricardo cocked his head. “Something wrong?”
Dom just kept staring but managed to get one word out of his mouth. “What?”
Ricardo didn’t answer but pushed up onto his knees. He was pretty sure he just saw a twitch in the bulge in those pants. Ricardo held out a hand.
“I asked if something’s wrong.” He whispered, waiting for Dom to hand him the bottle of whiskey.
Dom didn’t move but he averted his eyes, swallowing and Ricardo studied Dom carefully.
There was something bothering Dom and Ricardo knew it wasn’t any shit, but something serious enough to make him act in such a strange way around him.
Sure as hell it wasn’t the fact they had killed their target along with all his bodyguards, causing a little mayhem. It wasn’t the first time and certainly it wouldn’t be the last either. So it had to be something else.
Ricardo narrowed his dark brown eyes, tilting his head back and realization dawn. Life affirmation.
Ricardo could recognize that deep, abiding need for life affirmation after killing someone and sex was the best life affirmation that he knew. Problem was there were no women around.
They weren’t a couple of faggots and sure as hell they liked women more than just a little but …
He winced slightly at the burning sting in his arm as he crawled off the bed. As if in slow motion Ricardo took hold of the each bottle in Dom’s hands and reaching around Dom, he placed them on the table.
Dom stumbled back a little in a lame attempt to avoid touching Ricardo.
“We shouldn’t,” Dom mumbled.
Ricardo ended up with both hands leaning on the table to either side of Dom’s stiffened body, his face inches away from Dom’s.
“Why?”
Dom didn’t answer but kept his eyes fixed in a spot only he could see, somewhere between his feet and the far wall.
“You said we weren’t followed.”
“We aren’t.”
“Then what is it?”
Dom’s hands gripped the table’s edge and his breath faltered for a fraction of a second when he realized Ricardo’s hands were on his.
“What’s wrong?” Ricardo brushed his lips across one Dom’s cheek and heard Dom swallow.
“I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
Dom tilted his head back and Ricardo took advantage, leaning his head to taste the warm skin just under Dom’s ear.
“Ricardo…” Dom shook, rattling the table. “Stop.”
“Can’t.”
He slid his hand, cupping the back of his skull. He brought his other arm to circle Dom’s waist and stepped in, invading Dom’s personal space so that his wakening cock brushed the waistband of Dom’s jeans. Warm chest brushed warm chest.
Dom gripped his waist, trying to push him back.
“Ricardo, stop.” Dom whispered as his hands came up, grasping Ricardo’s shoulders, pushing him.
Ricardo hissed as the move stretched the wound on his arm, but he managed to keep his steel grasp around Dom’s body.
“Why?” Ricardo replied, nipping at Dom’s chin making him tense even more.
“We’re on a mission.”
Ricardo shook his head, instinct telling him to not let him go whatever it took.
“No. We’re running.”
Dom snorted. “There’s no fucking difference.” He muttered, trying to shove Ricardo away but he anticipated the move.
Dom fought him and ended up pressed against Ricardo’s body even more, bare chest to bare chest.
“I’m not that kind of guy.”
Ricardo growled deeply.
“Neither I am.” And captured Dom’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Dom’s hands slid up into his hair, fisting it, pulling.
Ricardo sank his hand down the back of Dom’s pants and squeezed one firm buttock.
Dom groaned.
The hands in Ricardo’s hair stayed knotted but ceased to pull.
Ricardo kept kissing him, devouring Dom’s mouth as he squeezed his ass tighter, digging his fingers into the crevice between cheeks.
Dom tugged his hair and Ricardo let go but he stared hungrily at Dom’s wet lips.
“Ricardo, stop.”
“Not a chance.”
“But…”
“Do you honestly think that fucking each other will turn us into a couple of little queers?”
Ricardo wasn’t thinking straight but realized he was going to need some convincing words and at least one bottle of Jack Daniels.
“I don’t know about you, Dom, but I need to fuck to feel I’m still alive, bro.” Ricardo paused for a second, giving Dom the chance to think about his words; he knew full well that Dom felt the same way. “Life affirmation is a way of survival, Dom. We both need it like air to breathe.”
Dom stared at Ricardo’s eyes, thinking.
Thinking about how this fucker meant more to him than he thought. Thinking about how many times this crazy motherfucker had saved his life, risking his, not giving a second thought. Thinking about how he was shot last night, throwing himself in the path of a bullet that had Toretto’s name engraved on it.
Dom’s gaze bore into his. “I will not have you die. Got it?”
Ricardo was going to nod but Dom’s hold in his hair tightened.
Time froze and Ricardo felt his heart stopping dead as an echo of a gunshot and Dom’s shout of pain sounded somewhere in the back of his brain. He swallowed.
“I got it,” he said with difficulty over the lump in his throat. “Same goes for you.”
Dom tried to stay cold, tried to stay focused but it wasn’t working. He helplessly felt dragged to Ricardo like a dumb moth to a flame; Ricardo’s flame.
Dom glanced up into hot, dark eyes. Not cold anymore. The pupils dilated, the circle surrounding them a thin orange line, like pure burning fire.
Big dark guy was right. This wasn’t about love; this was about sex and fucking and the need to feel alive; to know he was alive; they both were alive and kicking. Denying the hunger and the impending growing need would only make it worse.
Dom grunted and pulled Ricardo into a soul-searing kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance, each of them losing and winning even though it hardly mattered.
Ricardo let two fingers gently caress Dom’s hidden entrance, gratified to see Dom’s eyes flutter. “My cock is aching to be inside this tight little hole or yours, Dom.”
Dom groaned. “Ricardo…”
“Or your nine inches cut inside mine.” The small smirk that graced Ricardo’s lips caused Dom to narrow his eyes. Ricardo licked his lips, wetting Dom’s. “That would be fucking hot, Dom.”
“Stop it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Ricardo.”
“Fuck me.”
“Bitch.”
Ricardo smirked, his lips just above Dom’s, his hot breath barely caressing his mouth. “Fuck you, bitch.”
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I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we’ve gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you’ve left me standing
In a world that’s so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part III
Ricardo stumbled back, pulling Dom with him, and onto the hard mattress behind him. Dom fell on top of him, breaking the kiss.
“Ricardo…” Dom sighed as Ricardo’s warm hand started a journey southward toward the place that was aching to be touched.
Ricardo hissed when Dom found a nipple and bit into the hard little nub. He shivered hard and narrowed his eyes. This was not supposed to feel that good, right?
Dom groaned almost painfully, feeling Ricardo’s hand stroking him up and down, squeezing his cock, applying just the right pressure.
Damn! That felt fucking great! Women were fucking good but there was nothing like a man to know how to jerk a guy off. Yeah!!
Dom lifted himself a little, supporting his weight on his arms and dropped his head down, closing his eyes. His breath quickened a little and his heart started to beat faster. He squeezed his eyes, moaning.
If big dark guy kept that up much longer he would be done in less than ten seconds and that shit wasn’t happening. Not according to Ricardo’s book of rules.
A tough motherfucker never came before the one he was about to fuck, ever. That was not only impolite and rude, but it would destroy your reputation in a second flat. Dom chuckled at his own thoughts. Then pushed off the bed.
“Need something,” Dom grunted, hardly daring to talk. Words and sense were failing him.
Dom tore open the zipper of his bag and yanked clothing out until he found the little bag he was looking for. Inside was the bottle he was desperately searching for. It wasn’t what he wanted but it was what he needed.
Body Gel.
The liquid that would smooth his way in because sure as hell there was no damn way he could fuck Ricardo with his size, not without ripping him apart. They would take care of the mess later.
When he turned, he was thankful to still be on his knees because the sight would have made them buckle.
Ricardo lay back on the bed, head on the pillows, knees bent and spread, hand slowly stroking his hard on. His tiny, dark opening peeked at Dom from underneath his balls.
“Fuck me.”
Dom growled, getting to his feet and tossed the bottle on the mattress beside Ricardo.
“Keep saying that and you will get it.” Dom replied as he put his hands to the button of his jeans.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Ricardo grinned as he grabbed the bottle and poured the cool liquid on his fingers.
Dom froze as Ricardo dropped his hands down between his legs, circling his own hole, pressing the tip of one finger inside.
Dom’s hands shook a little as a shiver ran up his spine. Slowly Ricardo pressed in a second finger.
The vision was so hot he couldn’t stand it and a whimper echoed faintly inside the room, even though he wasn’t sure if came from him or Ricardo.
Dom loosened his jeans down, mesmerized by watching Ricardo fingering himself.
“Dom, hurry.”
Dom blinked, realizing that he’d stopped moving as Ricardo eased in a third finger. He smiled.
“Feel good?”
Ricardo grunted, closing his eyes as his head fell back.
Big dark guy looked too damn sexy for words. How the hell someone so fucking dangerous could look sexy was beyond explanation. And why the hell was he thinking Ricardo Montenegro was sexy?
“Not as good as your dick, if I correctly recall the words of that chick.”
Dom knelt on the bed, reaching for the bottle of body gel. “Her exact words were ‘Oh, fuck! You’re a fucking sex god’.” Dom replied, that cocky grin spreading on his lips.
Ricardo’s eyes opened. “Save your charming words, ‘Sex God’, you already got me.” He smirked, licking his lips.
Dom poured the cool liquid on his palm. “Let’s see if you agree with her.” He joked, throwing aside the tube. Then Dom wrapped his fingers around his aching cock, stroking up and down. “Unless you prefer your fingers…?” He added, hissing in pleasure as he squeezed the head hard.
“Stop teasing me you bitch and fuck me already.” Ricardo groaned and pulled his hand back.
Dom positioned himself and leaned a little, the tip of his cock rubbing against the hole.
“Greedy bitch, aren’t we?”
“Damn right.”
Dom pressed forward.
Ricardo hissed. Those nine inches cut didn’t seem that appealing all of a sudden.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
Dom pressed forward more and a loud groan passed his lips. “Ricardo…”
The way his ring of muscles was clasping around the tip of his cock felt like fucking heaven.
“Yeah. Oh, fuck! Yeah!”
Dom paused for second, forcing the air to pass through his lungs. Ricardo wiggled a little, lifting his legs to make them rest on Dom’s shoulders.
“You ready?” Their gazes met and both grinned at once.
Dom went slow, stopping only once more, shivering before he was in to the hilt inside Ricardo’s hot body.
“Ricardo…fuck!”
Strong fingers dug into his hips. “Come on, Dom…Fuck me. Do it.”
Dom pulled back slowly, echoing Ricardo’s groan, then pushed forward as far as he could, pushing himself tightly against Ricardo’s buttocks, slowly rocking his hips.
“¡Coño! Yeah. Dom!”
Dom looked down to find Ricardo working his wet hand on his own cock and he found himself saying thanks silently. He would have done it but he was too busy trying not to come so damn fast.
Dom wrapped an arm around one of Ricardo’s thigh and picked up the pace. He watched his cock slide between the rounded cheeks below him and moaned without thought.
“Fuck!” Dom gasped as he began to snap his hips forward.
“Oh God!” Ricardo arched into him. “Oh man, yeah!”
“That chick was right, huh?” Dom whispered, hissing in pleasure as he kept pushing in and then out, in, out, speeding the rhythm of his strokes.
Drops of perspiration sliding down his chest as his abdominals muscles twitched with the force of his thrust, his butt muscles clenching.
Pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in. Constricting flesh almost painfully clasping sensitive flesh. Too tight, too fucking tight, so damn good!
Hips pumping hard and fast; in, out. Harder and faster; in, out. Groans, grunts, whimpers; in, out. Tanned skin slamming uncontrollably against golden skin; in, out. Ragged breaths, pounding hearts, racing like wild horses; in, out.
The sweat on his skin was making the thigh he clutched in his hands slippery. Dom felt a small slippery resistance inside; his cock barely touched it and Ricardo jerked against him.
“God, Dom!!!” Ricardo groaned beneath him.
Dom grinned and stroked deeper, stretching back, angling his hips just to slam even harder. Ricardo’s body jolted and he did it again, gritting his teeth.
Ricardo’s muscles clenched at once, squeezing Dom’s aching cock, hips snapped forward, uncontrollable, and Dom’s vision went black. He froze as a deep low growl echoed and he climaxed.
He cracked open his eyes to see the small pool of semen on Ricardo’s flat belly. His gaze slid up, past the sweaty chest, heavily rising and falling in time with ragged breaths, and met Ricardo’s gaze.
“Now that wasn’t written in Ricardo’s book of rules.” Dom smirked, panting lightly. In response Ricardo laughed hard.
“No, it wasn’t…until today.” He whispered, flashing Dom with a predatory smile that sent shivers up his spine. “My turn.” Ricardo grinned devilishly.
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
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Song: “True Faith”
Artist: New Order
Disclaimer: I don’t have the rights of this song, not that I claim them. This is only for entertainment purpose. Not damage has been done, no profit made.
NJRD (February 2007)
pic:http://manstouch.com/boccaccio/ph1481.html
Truths
:: T R U T H S ::
Title: Truths.
Author: NJRD
Rating: NC – 17 (slash, language)
Pairing: Dominic / Ricardo (OMC)
Summary: Alternative universe. Dom and Ricardo are running after one ‘job’ and …
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dominic Toretto but Ricardo Montenegro is all mine and mine alone. Heehee.
Feedback: Always, as long as it’s your honest opinion. You already know I’m a review whore, so go ahead.
Archive: No.
Author’s note: This is the result of writing for months about these two fuckers’ friendship and watching my favorite TV show, “Queer as Folks” at the same time. This is also my very first attempt to write a slash scene. I bizarrely feel like a virgin on her very first time. So, please, be gentle with me and enjoy the ride.
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This one shot is dedicated to my crazy ‘on line’ sister, evilgrin.
Thank you, love.
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T R U T H S
I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don’t care ’cause I’m not there
And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow
Again and again I’ve taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part I
Coño…
Ricardo woke to a beat of a marching band mercilessly playing drums within his brain and a burning urge to pee. The lack of a headache and the alcoholic taste in his mouth told him it wasn’t a hangover. So it had to be…
Coño!!!
Last thing he remembered within his, at that moment slightly foggy mind, was Dom muttering that it was a fucking trap and then at least twelve fuckers showing up from out of nowhere, shooting and yelling and cursing.
They were both crouched behind some boxes and trash bins in the alley, firing back. And then one minute he was pushing Dom down, shielding him, the next minute a ray of searing white pain was stabbing his arm.
The next thing he remembered almost clearly enough to make him grit his teeth, cursing silently, was being in the backseat of a car, a distant sound of wheels screeching and Dom watching him with a mix of concern and anger written all over his face. Dom.
“Dom?”
No answer. Then again, he probably hadn’t called him loud enough or even coherently since his mouth was half buried in a pillow. Gathering strength, he pushed up, bracing on one elbow as he blinked slowly.
He was in what seemed to be a small motel room that had one curtained window and two doors. One of the doors was slightly open, revealing a pale yellow tile wall and part of a mirror. Bathroom.
The heavy, dark red curtains were parted slightly down the middle, enough to let him guess that the light coming through the crack was sunlight.
Ricardo turned, tangling his legs in the white sheets of the bed and his eyes wandered, taking in the rest of furniture. There was also a table, two chairs, a battered dresser and a small refrigerator right beside the dresser.
His bag and Dom’s were up against the wall beside the bathroom door. His leather jacket draped over one of the chairs, with his jeans and what might be his shirt, stained with his blood.
“Toretto?”
Again no answer. No sound other than a faint whine of the refrigerator and a slow drip coming from the bathroom.
Where the hell did that fucker go, carajo?!
Ricardo turned over, realizing he was naked and alone.
“Domin…?”
A note lay on a small table beside the bed, written in Dom’s awful handwriting on a piece of paper with a motel’s logo on it.
Went to get food. You’re safe here. Don’t kill anyone while I’m out. D.
Ricardo had to smile. Dom had put his cigarettes and lighter right next to it. A man after my heart. Ricardo laughed as he got up to go pee, and pulling out a cigarette, he lit it up and stumbled a bit on his way to the bathroom.
Of course, Dom also knew that, of anything, Ricardo would definitely search for his cigarettes first thing after he had opened his cold, dark eyes.
They had been hooked up together for some time now. At first Ricardo hadn’t liked the idea one damn bit and he had been giving Dom shit no end, turning his life into a living hell.
Ricardo Montenegro used to work alone mostly because no other ‘freelancer’ could stand him; he was a crazy motherfucker, risking his life just for the hell of it. And that was exactly the reason why his superiors had paired him with Dom, because he was another crazy motherfucker. Two of a kind.
“Stop whining, little bitches. You’re made for each other; now get the fuck out of my damn office.”
Those were their boss’s exact words when they both started to bitch about not wanting to work together. They had no other choice though. It was that or prison. Not many options left.
But one day, out of the blue, while on a mission in Nicaragua that turned out to be a trap, Dom saved Ricardo’s ass and ‘the kid’ won his heart in a second flat.
No one had risked their neck before for him, nor had anyone ever given a shit or cared enough to even take the time to know him, really know him. But Dom did and they got closer. Not exactly friends or comrades but more like brothers.
Ricardo grinned, pulling out his cigarette on the sink, a little lost in his own thoughts.
They had lost count of how many times they had ended up wasted in some forsaken place in the middle of fucking nowhere after a mission. Or how many times they had been hanging around, fucking the shit out of some chicks, more than once the same chick though and sometimes at once.
Ricardo chuckled at his own thoughts, recalling how ‘the kid’ meant serious shit, attracting women. Dom was a charmer regarding pussy and women spread their legs for him faster than a blink of an eye.
No wonder, the fucker packs the three words most women loved, Ricardo thought, grinning. Nine inches cut. He said silently, frowning a little when he found himself thinking about Dom’s cock.
Coño, must be the drugs, he shook his head a little and flushed the toilet.
Still slightly groggy from the sedative, Ricardo stumbled out of the bathroom and crouched in front of his bag.
A wave of sickness threatened to rise damn fast and he clamped his mouth closed, swallowing it back down. He wasn’t going to puke. That was undignified shit for a tough fucker like Ricardo Montenegro. No matter that he had been shot a few hours before or how many shots of whiskey he would have gulped down. Throwing up wasn’t a fucking option.
Ricardo shut his eyes tightly when he felt himself getting dizzy. He leaned heavily forward, slamming his palm open against the wall and muttered a stream of obscenities under his breath.
No fucking way was he going to pass out either. That wasn’t allowed at all. He was a tough son of bitch and fuckers like him never fainted like a damn damsel in distress.
Gritting his teeth, he fought the blurriness and slowly got to his feet. Coño. Breathing through his nostrils, he cursed silently and stumbled back into bed, collapsing face down on the mattress. Sleep, now that was allowed in Ricardo’s book of rules. Sleeping, not passing out.
—————-
Dom crossed the small lobby, not being noticed by any of the clients that were there at the time. Not even one of them paid him any attention as he made his way back to their room with two bags filled with food and drinks.
He still had a hard time assuming that skill of his. The ability of making himself invisible when it was needed. Dom chuckled at his own thoughts.
Big dark guy taught him that though. They could be surrounded by a crowd of people and not be noticed if they didn’t want to.
Ricardo used to say most people were too busy with their own shit, thinking about themselves to pay attention to anyone else. Even if that anyone were two motherfuckers like them. And that was what made them such a dangerous team.
The secret was to look as integrated as possible with the background, just like a damn chameleon, not arousing any suspicion around, or they would end dead in a second flat. Not an option in Ricardo’s book of rules.
An unconscious small grin pulled at the corner of his lips when Dom thought about big dark guy and his damn rules. He had grown accustomed to Ricardo’s rules because most of the time they made sense and on more than one occasion those same fucking rules have saved his ass or Ricardo’s.
Dom’s grin died on his lips when he thought about last night and the fact that he almost lost his only friend. No, not friend; his comrade; his brother.
Dom slid inside the motel room as a shadow in motion, just as Ricardo had taught him. Not even a single noise was made or heard.
Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Ricardo soundlessly sleeping; face down on the mattress, butt naked. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as his heart skipped a beat. He almost lost him last night. And Dom found himself staring openly at him.
It wasn’t the first time that he had seen Ricardo naked, in fact he had lost count of how many times he had seen big dark guy before while on a mission. On several occasions they had shared a room, a bed and even a shower. No big deal though.
Sometimes they were running out of time and not always had they found a place with the minimum comforts. To shower by turns wasn’t an option and it wasn’t as if he was all that shy anymore after being in prison. Communal showers in prison were enough of a test of your resolution. Any sign of shyness or decency may be read as a sign of weakness.
Shaking his head a little Dom padded to the table, placing the two bags there and started to pull out things. A carton of cigarettes, two bottle of Jack Daniels, two packs of Corona beer, chocolate, some fruit and milk.
Dom grinned looking down. All the essentials, he chuckled silently and headed towards the bathroom.
————–
When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part II
A distant sound of streaming, running water mixed with a low baritone hum woke Ricardo again. He opened his eyes just as Dom was stepping out the small stall, revealing a flawless, toned body. Naked, perfect body actually.
Hundreds drops of water lazily sliding down tanned skin holding his attention. Across a sculptured chest, hard nipples puckering in the cool air, rippling abdominals, outtie navel, flat belly…
An unexpected growl in appreciation passed Ricardo’s lips as he found himself silently admiring Dom’s body as he hugged the pillow underneath his head.
“Now that’s a sight to wake up to.” He whispered under his breath.
Dom stepped into a pair of jeans and froze as soon as a new growl left Ricardo’s’ lips. Dom shivered slightly but he didn’t look. He could feel Ricardo’s intense gaze piercing his very soul and swallowed.
“How do you feel?”
Ricardo blinked once, sitting up, yawning. “Like some fucker shot me.” He rasped out, stretching. A sharp pain in his arm reminded him he had been shot. “Coño…” He hissed, cursing.
Dom winced slightly, still staring at the floor as a vision of Ricardo’s blood popped within his brain without warning. His t-shirt drenched in blood. There was too much blood.
“Where are we?”
Ricardo’s gravelly voice pulled Dom out of his thoughts, making him furrow his brows.
“Motel in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Dom’s voice had sounded strangely hoarse and he cleared his throat, finally lifting his head. His gaze unconsciously took in the bare chest rising and falling in time with even breaths.
“I take it we weren’t followed?”
Ricardo managed to hide a grin when he caught Dom checking out his bare chest.
“You gotta be fucking kidding.”
A ghost of a defiant smirk; that well-known cocky grin pulling at the corner of his lips, the gravelly voice almost insulted.
Ricardo chuckled.
“I still gotta find a fucker with enough balls to catch…”
Dom cut himself off as soon as Ricardo winced, cursing under his breath.
“You okay?”
Ricardo’s dark brown eyes slid up, meeting chocolate brown eyes; eyes showing concern. Concern for him. He grinned.
“Yeah.”
They gazed each other in complete silence until Dom blinked.
“Hungry?”
Ricardo frowned.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning forward onto all fours, crawling to the foot of the full sized bed.
Dom had his back to him, slicing an apple in four symmetrical pieces. The jeans rode low, revealing the graceful taper of Dom’s chest into his waist. The twin dimples just above the curve of his ass.
Yeah, he was hungry. Food would probably be good, but right now Ricardo wanted another thing. No, he needed another thing. His cock agreed.
Dom turned around, and froze at seeing Ricardo, the bottle of Jack’s and the Corona forgotten in his hands. What the…?
Ricardo cocked his head. “Something wrong?”
Dom just kept staring but managed to get one word out of his mouth. “What?”
Ricardo didn’t answer but pushed up onto his knees. He was pretty sure he just saw a twitch in the bulge in those pants. Ricardo held out a hand.
“I asked if something’s wrong.” He whispered, waiting for Dom to hand him the bottle of whiskey.
Dom didn’t move but he averted his eyes, swallowing and Ricardo studied Dom carefully.
There was something bothering Dom and Ricardo knew it wasn’t any shit, but something serious enough to make him act in such a strange way around him.
Sure as hell it wasn’t the fact they had killed their target along with all his bodyguards, causing a little mayhem. It wasn’t the first time and certainly it wouldn’t be the last either. So it had to be something else.
Ricardo narrowed his dark brown eyes, tilting his head back and realization dawn. Life affirmation.
Ricardo could recognize that deep, abiding need for life affirmation after killing someone and sex was the best life affirmation that he knew. Problem was there were no women around.
They weren’t a couple of faggots and sure as hell they liked women more than just a little but …
He winced slightly at the burning sting in his arm as he crawled off the bed. As if in slow motion Ricardo took hold of the each bottle in Dom’s hands and reaching around Dom, he placed them on the table.
Dom stumbled back a little in a lame attempt to avoid touching Ricardo.
“We shouldn’t,” Dom mumbled.
Ricardo ended up with both hands leaning on the table to either side of Dom’s stiffened body, his face inches away from Dom’s.
“Why?”
Dom didn’t answer but kept his eyes fixed in a spot only he could see, somewhere between his feet and the far wall.
“You said we weren’t followed.”
“We aren’t.”
“Then what is it?”
Dom’s hands gripped the table’s edge and his breath faltered for a fraction of a second when he realized Ricardo’s hands were on his.
“What’s wrong?” Ricardo brushed his lips across one Dom’s cheek and heard Dom swallow.
“I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
Dom tilted his head back and Ricardo took advantage, leaning his head to taste the warm skin just under Dom’s ear.
“Ricardo…” Dom shook, rattling the table. “Stop.”
“Can’t.”
He slid his hand, cupping the back of his skull. He brought his other arm to circle Dom’s waist and stepped in, invading Dom’s personal space so that his wakening cock brushed the waistband of Dom’s jeans. Warm chest brushed warm chest.
Dom gripped his waist, trying to push him back.
“Ricardo, stop.” Dom whispered as his hands came up, grasping Ricardo’s shoulders, pushing him.
Ricardo hissed as the move stretched the wound on his arm, but he managed to keep his steel grasp around Dom’s body.
“Why?” Ricardo replied, nipping at Dom’s chin making him tense even more.
“We’re on a mission.”
Ricardo shook his head, instinct telling him to not let him go whatever it took.
“No. We’re running.”
Dom snorted. “There’s no fucking difference.” He muttered, trying to shove Ricardo away but he anticipated the move.
Dom fought him and ended up pressed against Ricardo’s body even more, bare chest to bare chest.
“I’m not that kind of guy.”
Ricardo growled deeply.
“Neither I am.” And captured Dom’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Dom’s hands slid up into his hair, fisting it, pulling.
Ricardo sank his hand down the back of Dom’s pants and squeezed one firm buttock.
Dom groaned.
The hands in Ricardo’s hair stayed knotted but ceased to pull.
Ricardo kept kissing him, devouring Dom’s mouth as he squeezed his ass tighter, digging his fingers into the crevice between cheeks.
Dom tugged his hair and Ricardo let go but he stared hungrily at Dom’s wet lips.
“Ricardo, stop.”
“Not a chance.”
“But…”
“Do you honestly think that fucking each other will turn us into a couple of little queers?”
Ricardo wasn’t thinking straight but realized he was going to need some convincing words and at least one bottle of Jack Daniels.
“I don’t know about you, Dom, but I need to fuck to feel I’m still alive, bro.” Ricardo paused for a second, giving Dom the chance to think about his words; he knew full well that Dom felt the same way. “Life affirmation is a way of survival, Dom. We both need it like air to breathe.”
Dom stared at Ricardo’s eyes, thinking.
Thinking about how this fucker meant more to him than he thought. Thinking about how many times this crazy motherfucker had saved his life, risking his, not giving a second thought. Thinking about how he was shot last night, throwing himself in the path of a bullet that had Toretto’s name engraved on it.
Dom’s gaze bore into his. “I will not have you die. Got it?”
Ricardo was going to nod but Dom’s hold in his hair tightened.
Time froze and Ricardo felt his heart stopping dead as an echo of a gunshot and Dom’s shout of pain sounded somewhere in the back of his brain. He swallowed.
“I got it,” he said with difficulty over the lump in his throat. “Same goes for you.”
Dom tried to stay cold, tried to stay focused but it wasn’t working. He helplessly felt dragged to Ricardo like a dumb moth to a flame; Ricardo’s flame.
Dom glanced up into hot, dark eyes. Not cold anymore. The pupils dilated, the circle surrounding them a thin orange line, like pure burning fire.
Big dark guy was right. This wasn’t about love; this was about sex and fucking and the need to feel alive; to know he was alive; they both were alive and kicking. Denying the hunger and the impending growing need would only make it worse.
Dom grunted and pulled Ricardo into a soul-searing kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance, each of them losing and winning even though it hardly mattered.
Ricardo let two fingers gently caress Dom’s hidden entrance, gratified to see Dom’s eyes flutter. “My cock is aching to be inside this tight little hole or yours, Dom.”
Dom groaned. “Ricardo…”
“Or your nine inches cut inside mine.” The small smirk that graced Ricardo’s lips caused Dom to narrow his eyes. Ricardo licked his lips, wetting Dom’s. “That would be fucking hot, Dom.”
“Stop it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Ricardo.”
“Fuck me.”
“Bitch.”
Ricardo smirked, his lips just above Dom’s, his hot breath barely caressing his mouth. “Fuck you, bitch.”
—————-
I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we’ve gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you’ve left me standing
In a world that’s so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
Part III
Ricardo stumbled back, pulling Dom with him, and onto the hard mattress behind him. Dom fell on top of him, breaking the kiss.
“Ricardo…” Dom sighed as Ricardo’s warm hand started a journey southward toward the place that was aching to be touched.
Ricardo hissed when Dom found a nipple and bit into the hard little nub. He shivered hard and narrowed his eyes. This was not supposed to feel that good, right?
Dom groaned almost painfully, feeling Ricardo’s hand stroking him up and down, squeezing his cock, applying just the right pressure.
Damn! That felt fucking great! Women were fucking good but there was nothing like a man to know how to jerk a guy off. Yeah!!
Dom lifted himself a little, supporting his weight on his arms and dropped his head down, closing his eyes. His breath quickened a little and his heart started to beat faster. He squeezed his eyes, moaning.
If big dark guy kept that up much longer he would be done in less than ten seconds and that shit wasn’t happening. Not according to Ricardo’s book of rules.
A tough motherfucker never came before the one he was about to fuck, ever. That was not only impolite and rude, but it would destroy your reputation in a second flat. Dom chuckled at his own thoughts. Then pushed off the bed.
“Need something,” Dom grunted, hardly daring to talk. Words and sense were failing him.
Dom tore open the zipper of his bag and yanked clothing out until he found the little bag he was looking for. Inside was the bottle he was desperately searching for. It wasn’t what he wanted but it was what he needed.
Body Gel.
The liquid that would smooth his way in because sure as hell there was no damn way he could fuck Ricardo with his size, not without ripping him apart. They would take care of the mess later.
When he turned, he was thankful to still be on his knees because the sight would have made them buckle.
Ricardo lay back on the bed, head on the pillows, knees bent and spread, hand slowly stroking his hard on. His tiny, dark opening peeked at Dom from underneath his balls.
“Fuck me.”
Dom growled, getting to his feet and tossed the bottle on the mattress beside Ricardo.
“Keep saying that and you will get it.” Dom replied as he put his hands to the button of his jeans.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Ricardo grinned as he grabbed the bottle and poured the cool liquid on his fingers.
Dom froze as Ricardo dropped his hands down between his legs, circling his own hole, pressing the tip of one finger inside.
Dom’s hands shook a little as a shiver ran up his spine. Slowly Ricardo pressed in a second finger.
The vision was so hot he couldn’t stand it and a whimper echoed faintly inside the room, even though he wasn’t sure if came from him or Ricardo.
Dom loosened his jeans down, mesmerized by watching Ricardo fingering himself.
“Dom, hurry.”
Dom blinked, realizing that he’d stopped moving as Ricardo eased in a third finger. He smiled.
“Feel good?”
Ricardo grunted, closing his eyes as his head fell back.
Big dark guy looked too damn sexy for words. How the hell someone so fucking dangerous could look sexy was beyond explanation. And why the hell was he thinking Ricardo Montenegro was sexy?
“Not as good as your dick, if I correctly recall the words of that chick.”
Dom knelt on the bed, reaching for the bottle of body gel. “Her exact words were ‘Oh, fuck! You’re a fucking sex god’.” Dom replied, that cocky grin spreading on his lips.
Ricardo’s eyes opened. “Save your charming words, ‘Sex God’, you already got me.” He smirked, licking his lips.
Dom poured the cool liquid on his palm. “Let’s see if you agree with her.” He joked, throwing aside the tube. Then Dom wrapped his fingers around his aching cock, stroking up and down. “Unless you prefer your fingers…?” He added, hissing in pleasure as he squeezed the head hard.
“Stop teasing me you bitch and fuck me already.” Ricardo groaned and pulled his hand back.
Dom positioned himself and leaned a little, the tip of his cock rubbing against the hole.
“Greedy bitch, aren’t we?”
“Damn right.”
Dom pressed forward.
Ricardo hissed. Those nine inches cut didn’t seem that appealing all of a sudden.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
Dom pressed forward more and a loud groan passed his lips. “Ricardo…”
The way his ring of muscles was clasping around the tip of his cock felt like fucking heaven.
“Yeah. Oh, fuck! Yeah!”
Dom paused for second, forcing the air to pass through his lungs. Ricardo wiggled a little, lifting his legs to make them rest on Dom’s shoulders.
“You ready?” Their gazes met and both grinned at once.
Dom went slow, stopping only once more, shivering before he was in to the hilt inside Ricardo’s hot body.
“Ricardo…fuck!”
Strong fingers dug into his hips. “Come on, Dom…Fuck me. Do it.”
Dom pulled back slowly, echoing Ricardo’s groan, then pushed forward as far as he could, pushing himself tightly against Ricardo’s buttocks, slowly rocking his hips.
“¡Coño! Yeah. Dom!”
Dom looked down to find Ricardo working his wet hand on his own cock and he found himself saying thanks silently. He would have done it but he was too busy trying not to come so damn fast.
Dom wrapped an arm around one of Ricardo’s thigh and picked up the pace. He watched his cock slide between the rounded cheeks below him and moaned without thought.
“Fuck!” Dom gasped as he began to snap his hips forward.
“Oh God!” Ricardo arched into him. “Oh man, yeah!”
“That chick was right, huh?” Dom whispered, hissing in pleasure as he kept pushing in and then out, in, out, speeding the rhythm of his strokes.
Drops of perspiration sliding down his chest as his abdominals muscles twitched with the force of his thrust, his butt muscles clenching.
Pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in. Constricting flesh almost painfully clasping sensitive flesh. Too tight, too fucking tight, so damn good!
Hips pumping hard and fast; in, out. Harder and faster; in, out. Groans, grunts, whimpers; in, out. Tanned skin slamming uncontrollably against golden skin; in, out. Ragged breaths, pounding hearts, racing like wild horses; in, out.
The sweat on his skin was making the thigh he clutched in his hands slippery. Dom felt a small slippery resistance inside; his cock barely touched it and Ricardo jerked against him.
“God, Dom!!!” Ricardo groaned beneath him.
Dom grinned and stroked deeper, stretching back, angling his hips just to slam even harder. Ricardo’s body jolted and he did it again, gritting his teeth.
Ricardo’s muscles clenched at once, squeezing Dom’s aching cock, hips snapped forward, uncontrollable, and Dom’s vision went black. He froze as a deep low growl echoed and he climaxed.
He cracked open his eyes to see the small pool of semen on Ricardo’s flat belly. His gaze slid up, past the sweaty chest, heavily rising and falling in time with ragged breaths, and met Ricardo’s gaze.
“Now that wasn’t written in Ricardo’s book of rules.” Dom smirked, panting lightly. In response Ricardo laughed hard.
“No, it wasn’t…until today.” He whispered, flashing Dom with a predatory smile that sent shivers up his spine. “My turn.” Ricardo grinned devilishly.
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun…
—————-
Song: “True Faith”
Artist: New Order
Disclaimer: I don’t have the rights of this song, not that I claim them. This is only for entertainment purpose. Not damage has been done, no profit made.
NJRD (February 2007)
pic:http://manstouch.com/boccaccio/ph1481.html