This is one of my favorite scenes from Take It EASY. Sort of self explanatory. I hope you enjoy it. I love these two guys.
My brother is so proud to have helped me on the technical part and that I got these words from a reviewer, Bobbi, from Book Wenches:
"...The portions of the story that involve the big rig are very interesting, and the author works this detail into the story without it seeming contrived. I never realized the intricacy involved in the working of these vehicles. While it in no way made me want to get behind the wheel of one of these monsters, I do think that I’ll be looking upon these drivers with just a little more respect in the future."
You know...that was kind of my intent. She got it. Cool. But don't think it's all technical... oh, no. It's all about Easy and Mano. And love. And murder. And Mama's. And sex. It's got it all.
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He rubbed his hand through his hair, scrubbing his scalp as his thoughts threatened to give him a headache. His worry for Mano’s whereabouts and safety was about to drive him crazy.
There was a sound at the door, and his heart raced. Easy was up and behind it as it opened. He had to make sure it was Mano before he showed himself. The door was only cracked a small bit and a short, lithe body eased in, closing it quietly, and Easy heard a sigh from the man he’d missed like the other half of his heart. Now he had to let Mano know he was here without scaring the shit out of him.
“Shh, hey, baby. It’s me, Easy.”
Before the words were completely out, he heard a gasp, and then he was attacked. It seemed that Mano had heard his words, though, because he enjoyed the assault. Mano literally jumped into his arms, wrapping those limber legs around his waist and arms around Easy’s neck.
“Easy, Easy, Easy… Easy, Easy… oh, Easy… oh.” Mano’s litany wore down, and he thrust his face into Easy’s neck. Easy felt the tears and Mano’s shoulders shaking as he let go. Mano was clutching him so tightly that all Easy could do was hang on and pat him on the back as Mano rubbed his face against Easy’s shoulder and eased down to hiccups and sighs.
Easy slid one hand down to Mano’s behind and patted it, rubbed it, squeezed it. He felt Mano squirm against him, and a chuckle escaped into Easy’s neck.
“Hi, Manolito. I missed you. You okay?” Easy asked into Mano’s hair.
“Now, now I am. But you have to go. They’ll hurt you, or kill you. You have to get out of here. It’s not safe.” Mano started to pull away.
“Oh, okay. I’ll leave and let them get you. Oh, and your mother, too. She’s not safe either, is she? I’ll just go on back to Nashville and hope you all make it through. Bye, it’s been nice seeing you again.”
Of course, his arms never even loosened.
Mano slumped against him again, still holding on for dear life. “What am I going to do?”
“Come on, let’s sit down. No, first I get a kiss, a good one. No, a really good one. Then we’ll talk and plan. We’ll figure this out, but first things first. I want that mouth. Come on,” Easy said, turning to the wall by the door instead of trying for a seat. He wasn’t sure the cot would hold them both. This, the wall, was a tried and true technique for them, though. He gently pressed Mano into it, feeling Mano’s cock against his stomach as he bent to take Mano’s lips with need and greed. His own cock jerked in anticipation.
Easy rubbed against Mano as he sank his tongue into Mano’s eager mouth. Mano whimpered as Easy pressed hard against his groin. Mano opened wide, and Easy thrust in again and again, hips and tongue. He couldn’t seem to get enough, wanting to be careful and not hurt Mano, but at the same time he wanting to just inhale him. Easy slid his tongue against Mano’s and delighted in the eagerness with which Mano’s tangled with his and then chased his back into his mouth. Now Mano was thrusting, and Easy let him have his way, sucking on the agile muscle.
Mano was driving his hips up against Easy as he held on. Easy felt Mano’s hand slide through his hair, rubbing, smoothing, gripping. The other hand was fisted in his shirt, holding on tightly. Easy pushed his tongue back into Mano’s mouth for a slower, more gentle exploration. He teased, tasted, and became familiar again with the sexy mouth he’d been dreaming about.
“God, you feel so good. I missed you so much. I’m so sorry about all this. I don’t want to let you go.” Mano finally managed a few words against him.
“You do, too. I missed you, too. Why are you sorry? And don’t let me go. Ever.” Easy let Mano slide down and stand before him, looking up. There was a small window that let in a bit of illumination from a light somewhere in back of the building. Easy could just make out Mano’s beloved features.
“I’m sorry everything’s such a mess, and you had to come down here, and now you’re in danger, and I wanted you to be proud of me. Now your lover’s a jailbird.” Mano sounded like he might cry again as he listed all his horrible transgressions.
“I’d go anywhere to help you, I can handle myself, and I’m very proud of you, my sweet jailbird. Now you’ve got street cred, right?” Easy teased him.
“Wait a minute, what did you say about my mother? Is she okay? Did they get to her?” Mano sounded frantic.
“Come over here.” Easy slid down to sit on the floor and leaned back on the cot. “Your mama’s fine. First, tell me why you disappeared after you got out. Talia is worried about you.”
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Got to go to meeting now.
Later.
AKM
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