Like a House on Fire (Criminals do it Illegally #2)
On the run from prison, Tony and Luke go undercover in the last place anyone will look: suburbia. But Luke doesn't deal well with boredom, and when Luke gets bored, things get hairy. Can Tony keep Luke's destructive urges at bay, or will he become just another statistic? Warning: this 5000 word erotic short story contains handcuffs, explicit gay sex, gun play and more! Don't try this at home! More
Excerpt for adults only:
The gun nudges against the shape of Tony’s cock through his jeans, and he makes a strangled noise. “Get that thing away from me.”
“Why?” Luke’s grin is all teeth, “look at you. You’re enjoying this.” He undoes Tony’s jeans with a deft hand and drags them down low on his hips, exposing his cock tenting in his underwear. The tip is already going transparent with pre-come, and Luke touches the gun barrel to it, lightly. “You like the danger, admit it.”
Tony groans in response, low and helpless, because god help him he does. At the same time, he really doesn’t feel like having his junk accidentally shot off. “Luke, you- you’ve had your fun, okay? You,” Luke runs the barrel up and down Tony’s shaft, achingly slow, and it’s starting to warm to his skin. He hisses through his teeth. “Stop it.”
“Mm,” says Luke, “no.”
He shoves Tony’s jeans down below his knees, and then pulls his underwear down, achingly slow. Tony groans as it drags against his too-sensitive skin. His cock comes free, and the second it does, Luke’s got his long, elegant fingers wrapped around it. The handcuffs are biting red ridges into Tony’s wrists and he still bucks up into Luke’s grip, regardless of everything else.