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Prison Island
"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.
"Jesus fucking christ," Morgan cussed. "Did you just swallow it all?"
Mouse placed his hand on Morgan's balls. "Yeah, daddy, Kekko's a good boy." He drawled the words, making them sound even dirtier.
Francesco could feel the man's cock in his throat. He now knew a few tricks, so he let go of the thing little by little, using his tongue as much as he could.
"Don't gobble it down again. My turn," Mouse said and pulled Morgan's cock to him for a lick and another deep swallow.
"You boys," Morgan said breathlessly, "you're fucking something."
Mouse was hard at work, bobbing his head to a rhythm, and Francesco wanted in. He began licking Morgan's balls, pressing them against his face and looking up to gauge the guy's reaction.
"Got any milk for us, daddy?" Mouse cooed, as he played with the cock, slapping his own face and tongue with it.
Francesco could tell Mouse was treating the whole thing as a joke, but he wanted this to count. He grabbed Morgan's cock and pushed it hard inside Mouse's mouth. "Don't swallow it all. Share, okay?" he said in a whisper.
Morgan was holding them both by the back of the heads. "Fuck, here comes the cream," he warned.
Francesco pulled Mouse away and lapped greedily at his mouth. They were kissing and eating Morgan's cum. He pushed one hand between Mouse's legs and found him as hard as he was.
"Naughty boys." Morgan chuckled. "Get inside the cave."
Francesco pulled Mouse after him. They were barely in, and they were undressing each other, getting rid of their worn clothes. He pushed Mouse on all fours and began to slap his ass, while throwing Morgan come-hither looks and biting his lips. "He has an ass to die for," he said.
Morgan was stroking his cock back to full hardness as he moved inside. "So generous of you, Francesco."
He looked away. Yeah, the guy could tell he wasn't doing it just for fun, but that saved him some time the moment they would be only the two of them. "Fuck him," he said and used his spit to open Mouse and present him properly.
Morgan didn't argue and took his place behind Mouse. The redhead moaned like the sexy slut he was, arched his back and pushed his ass higher. Francesco watched in fascination as Morgan's hard cock moved in and out. But even more surprised he was when Morgan pulled him close and began tonguing his mouth. Even more, the guy used one hand to grab his buttocks and slide one finger along the hole.
"So hot, Francesco," Morgan praised him, "offering your little boyfriend like this. You should quit playing with men like this. Your lover will feel me for days after this."
Francesco was rubbing against Morgan's clothed thigh with increased frustration. The rugged material was hard on his dick.
"Is making you hard? Watching me fuck his cute little ass?" Morgan's voice heated as he hammered Mouse. "Nutting in him?"
Francesco whimpered. Morgan saved him by finally grabbing his cock.
"Too bad I didn't get a proper look at you with your mouth full of my cum. Jerk off, sweetie. Get off in your palm, then make a show for daddy."
Francesco began rubbing his dick. He couldn't take his eyes away from how Morgan was slamming inside Mouse's ass. The cute hole he knew was now so stretched that it went out each time Morgan pulled back. That was how a real cock sleeve looked like. That was how his own ass must have looked like when Morgan had fucked him.
He shot in his hand, letting out small desperate moans. He raised his hand and began licking it slowly, his eyes never leaving Morgan. The guy grunted and set his jaw hard. Mouse was mewling shamelessly. Francesco knew his cock would never be able to wreck the redhead like that. Yeah, with his cock, he would never be able to give him a good dicking like that.
Morgan slowed down. "Come watch, Francesco, come watch how I shoot inside your boyfriend."
Mouse's ass was all puffy now. Morgan slammed inside him over and over. He grabbed Francesco by the shoulders and began kissing him roughly, until he pushed hard a few more times.
Francesco stared at the warm cum gushing out Mouse.
"Don't let it go to waste," Morgan whispered.
Like in a trance, he dropped to his knees. He looked at the well fucked hole once and then his tongue shot out and he was licking everything, his eyes rolling in his head from too much pleasure. Mouse was beating his meat and crying out, and he came with Francesco scooping the last cum he could find inside his ass.
They lay on the ground, panting. Morgan was the only guy standing. "Are you boys okay?" There was a hint of laughter in his voice.
Mouse raised one hand. "I could use a break."
"Feel free to take a nap. I'll wake you up in half an hour."
Francesco closed his eyes, but fought the melting sensation in his bones. As soon as he heard Mouse snoring softly, he stood and snuck outside.
He noticed Morgan a few yards away. The guy had a pair of binoculars and he was observing something through their lenses.
He moved carefully, ignoring how he was still stark naked. He hadn't wanted to wake up Mouse by getting dressed.
"So, what is that you want to ask me, Francesco?" Morgan began without turning.
tbc
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