Desmoterion, page 27
“I’ll try to lose him. And if that doesn’t work, we have Plan B.”
“Or I could just kill him now. That way, he has no chance to tell the others where we might be headed.”
“I don’t like the idea of killing an innocent,” Girish said. “He’s not sent by our former leader. Does he deserve to be shot in cold blood?”
“It’s about completing the mission, Girish.” Trent readied his handgun. “We have no choice but to eliminate anyone in our way.”
The motorcycle was moving slow enough for Trent to take the shot, but a stunning idea came into his head. He blinked at the brilliance of it and aimed.
Girish’s jaw clenched when he heard the gun go off behind him, knowing the man was probably dead thanks to Trent’s expert aim. At least it would have been swift. The driver wouldn’t have had time to suffer.
More gunshots went off, along with the sound of brakes, bringing the car to a swift halt behind him. He turned to see it careening off to the side and hit a tree. “Did you miss?”
“Nope, just took out his front tires.”
Girish sped back up. “I thought you were going to kill him?”
“I was, but I changed my mind when I realized we could just disable the car. We’re so far away from our destination that he won’t know where we’re going.”
“But won’t he radio people to start looking for us?”
Trent stowed away his gun and held onto Girish again. “Nope, I took out his radio first and then the tires. He’s got nothing to use other than shitty walkie-talkies, and those have a limited range.”
Girish laughed. “You’re going soft on me, Dupont.”
“You’re to blame for that. Always the bleeding heart when it comes to killing people. Besides, since we lost him, you might as well speed up so they can’t find us.”
Girish stepped on the gas and sped down the empty road.
* * *
They arrived at the gas station, and Trent motioned to the garage area. “Stow the motorcycle in there once we get inside. In case they follow us. If they see this, they’ll immediately know we’re inside.”
Girish moved them over to the front door. “Are you just going to break the front glass to get in?”
Trent jumped off the bike to rummage in a small planter box with no flowers growing in it. He pulled out a rusted box and slid it open to reveal a key inside, which he used to unlock the front door.
“How the hell did you know that was there?”
“Because I planted it there years ago. We were on some mission, and I noticed the key was sitting in the lock. I buried it, so I knew I had this option as an escape route.”
Girish stared at him.
“Like I said before, I’ve been planning this for five years. I’ve tried to make the mission as easy as possible for us.”
Girish rolled the motorcycle into the garage when Trent opened the door. It shut behind him once he was clear of it. He turned to Trent, who was standing in the doorway leading to the interior part. “How does this place still have power?”
“I’ve been paying it via a stolen credit card. Thankfully, it’s cheap, since no one’s here.”
After grabbing the two duffels, Girish followed Trent inside the main part of the store. He frowned at the lack of anything inside of it. “Not much to survive on here,” he said, pacing around the empty shop front that had just a few shabby cabinets.
“There’s not much I could do about that. I did not know if it even still existed or not. We have enough to survive on from the other place. I made sure to pack a lot of protein bars and water.”
Girish wandered through an open door. “Is this it?”
There was nothing more than a green rolled-up sleeping bag atop a substantial pile of cardboard in one corner of the empty room.
“Looks like we’re sharing a simple bed tonight, Girish.”
Another open doorway led into a washroom. Girish tried the tap. “Hey, there’s water and a shower, but I don’t know if it works. It has a dessert of dust in the bottom of it.” Girish wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought of using the dirty room.
“First off, we need to make sure no one’s following us.”
Girish sat on the pile of cardboard and watched Trent plug his all-purpose wonder device into the wall. “Now I know why you kept paying the power.”
“Gotta keep it alive since it’s almost dead at this point. Since I have to jam your tag, it’s eating up the battery. Either way, it looks like we’re in the clear. I see no one coming our way, and the cop car is still in the ditch.”
“Is he dead?”
Trent shook his head. “No, he’s walking back on foot. He was about a kilometer away from it. Looks like I managed to take out his radio.”
Girish got down and laid on the hard floor and stretched his back.
Trent glanced up to watch him.
Girish brought his knees up to his chest and did a few stretches on his hips.
“Back tight?”
“No, it’s my hips.” Girish did another stretch. “I’m not used to riding, and they’re sore from it.”
“And from sleeping on the hard floor and everything else, I expect.”
“True.”
Trent set the device to the side. “I should check you now, and then I don’t have to waste batteries on your tag.”
Girish sighed but kept stretching.
“You’ll need to strip for me because I already examined your top half when I found the other one. They’ll have put it in a spot you can’t easily see, and you know what that means.”
“Pants off, I know.” Girish got up off the ground, sighed, and started to take his clothes off. “I’m gonna see if I can get water out of the shower first. Then you can search my clean body.”
Trent shrugged, “Mind if I join you?” he asked casually.
“What do you fucking think? I’ll be a minute or two. It looks grim in there if you want to take your chances after me.”
Trent took in every inch of flesh Girish bared to him while removing his clothes and walking naked to the washroom. He’d seen Girish naked before, but it was the first time it was in front of him. Video cameras didn’t do Girish’s muscular body any justice.
A few minutes later, Girish returned, walking towards Trent wearing nothing but the glistening beads of water that clung to his golden skin and the black hairs that covered his chest, thinning to a narrower treasure trail.
“That felt good. Electric shower hasn’t seized up from lack of use. Hey, damn it, my eyes are up here.”
Trent snapped his focus up to Girish’s face. “Sorry, just thinking. No towel. You have the choice of using your clothes or our one and only sleeping bag.”
“I’ll try air drying and see how I get on while you look for this bug. Unless you want to shower first?”
“No. I’m good for now.” Trent dropped down onto his haunches in front of Girish when the man reached the cardboard bed.
“Anyway, turnabout is fair play, or so they say. You were gawking at me earlier, so now it’s my turn. It’s not likely to be somewhere you can see in a mirror. That being said, I’m going to inspect your lower half thoroughly.”
That sounded like Trent had something else on his mind, and much as it should’ve bothered Garish, it really fucking didn’t bother him one bit.
Initially Girish watched his former supervisor settle to work in front of him, but with Trent’s face just inches from his dick and hands sliding over his thighs, he turned his head away and closed his eyes.
No one had touched him there — with his consent — in far too long and he wanted Trent to have at it.
Girish bit his lip, silently urging his body to behave with Trent’s touch around an area that longed for the affection of another person’s hand.
“Trust me, Kannan, you’re not the first guy I’ve touched, but I get no pleasure from looking for hidden tags on you, despite what your cock might think.”
When Trent commented on him getting hard, Girish felt mortified. He hoped they could both try to ignore it if they didn’t actually do something with it. He kept his eyes closed and battled with confusion, unsure of what he wanted, expected, or hoped for.
Oblivious to all the questions and desires troubling Garish, Trent chuckled and felt around Girish’s balls.
“Fuck.” Girish moaned. “Just get on with it.”
Shuffling around, Trent felt Girish’s buttocks and along his crack.. “If they really wanted to be tricky, they’d put it in a place that’s not easy to access. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to be fingered in your ass all that often when you’re stuck in that prison we lived in.”
“I hope not.” Girish forced his voice to stay steady.
“Cameras fucking everywhere. No fraternizing, threat of elimination,” Trent went on. “They seriously expected us to live like this. Wait...”
“What?” Girish looked down.
“And I was right.” Trent scraped his finger back and forth over an area where the top of his leg met his buttocks. “Let me get it off, and then you can get dressed.”
Girish waited for Trent to get to his feet. He stared at the black speck on Trent’s finger. “That’s what it is?”
“Yep, small enough to look like a fleck of mole, or a blemish on anyone’s skin, but still be fake enough to notice if you know what you’re looking for.”
Girish turned away to grab his clothes. “What if one of those is on you, too?” Girish said as he started to get dressed.
Trent shook his head. “I haven’t been in the medical bay for years.”
“So what? They could have marked you some other time. I want to make sure now that I know what I’m looking for.”
Trent’s jaw tightened. “No, it’s a waste of time.”
Girish rolled his eyes and went for Trent’s pants. “Yeah, well, I’m making it a waste of time.”
Trent grabbed Girish’s hand. “I said no.”
Girish shoved Trent back. “I said yes. Look, you’ve seen me naked, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he said while making a grab for Trent’s clothes.
“Stop! All right.” Trent pulled off his top first, revealing his criss-crossed battle field of a torso. “You can start looking up here first.”
“Nah. C’mon. You know that’s a waste of time. You’d have found it already. They’ll have hidden it in a similar hard-to-see place.”
“Fuck you.” Trent grumbled as he undid his pants and pulled down his lower garments. “Happy now?”
Girish stared down with wide eyes. Trent might have wanted to hide his poorly timed semi-erection, but Girish had gotten a full hard on so he was in no position to pass judgment. But he really couldn’t stop staring at the scars.
“Now you know what she did to me before I killed her. It’s also the reason I shower alone and never let anyone see me change.”
“How could anyone do this to someone?” Girish shook his head. “It looks like she tried to cut your dick off.”
“She pretty much did try. I managed to wriggle, and just about avoid that, but I took multiple slashes down there and I got to a hospital just in time before bleeding to death. So I don’t spend any time undressed because who wants to see hacked scar tissue all around the groin and thighs?”
“I’m sorry.” Girish studied the mangled area.
“For what?”
“For what you went through.” Girish got up from the ground. “For making you take your pants off when you didn’t want to. I never expected to see that.”
“You’re right though, it’s best to check just in case.”
Just like Trent had done, Girish settled on his knees in front of the man and began by exploring the thighs. The scar tissue formed smooth cracks and crevices that would be the perfect hiding place.
Up close the scars were disturbing, only in that one wondered what person could do such a thing to their own child. But Girish didn’t find them ugly because Trent’s character wasn’t ugly. Trent survived. He was too tough to let a terrible brush with death bring him down, and if this didn’t defeat him then nothing would, Girish hoped.
Girish sensed Trent was repulsed and ashamed of his body, but he didn’t need to be. It was his history written like a book on his skin.
When Girish’s hands went higher, so did Trent’s cock. The man didn’t need to be ashamed of that rising proudly either; it was only a natural reaction.
And Girish couldn’t take his eyes off it.
It was bigger than his own, both longer and thicker, and bigger than any dick Girish had ever had in his mouth. He’d been forced to suck a few in his time since his arrest for terrorism and always hated it.
But he looked at this erection near his face and wondered if it would be different if coercion, power, and humiliation weren’t a part of the act. Might it be pleasurable to do it to someone he actually liked?
Girishh wondered when exactly he’d started to like Trent. certainly since their escape and possibly before then.
His hands moved to Trent’s balls, and as he touched them he knew it was less of a search for a foreign object and more of a caress.
“You don’t need to check my cock and balls, Girish; I’ve thoroughly checked that area myself regularly.”
“Right.” Girish snatched his hands away and then was driven by something he barely understood, he said. “What if I want to, y’know, check them, thoroughly?”
“Huh?”
“With my hands and mouth, I mean.”
Trent looked down, and they locked eyes. “Okay.” He said in a gruff low voice.
* * *
Unsure he’d heard correctly, or could speak coherently, Trent gave muffled consent to what he hoped Girish was offering. It had been years since anyone had touched him like that.
The absence of sex tortured him. Certainly it wasn't healthy to deprive adults of sex, sensual touch, or romantic love when most people craved and needed those things like they needed food and sleep.
Even before being caught up in Desmoterion, after all he’d gone through, Trent found it difficult to trust or connect with anyone. There’d been fumbled encounters in dark places, but Trent couldn’t believe anyone would love or want to touch his body if they saw it in the cold light of day.
Apparently Girish did and if Trent heard correctly.
A hand wrapped around his cock, the other fondled his balls and he almost felt ready to erupt there and then through the sheer unexpected surprising contact.
He’d fantasised fucking with Girish for about three minutes but never expected Girish to get close to him in that way.
But there it was: the man’s mouth open at the end of his knob. The tongue licked around the crown over the slit and around the rim before moving down the length of his shaft and all the way to his balls. The hands squeezed and tugged.
“Fuck. That’s good.” Trent’s cock throbbed, and he knew there was no way this would last long, unfortunately.
When Girish’s tongue returned to the tip, his lips parted and wrapped around the cockhead, engulfing it and his mouth sucked in the length slowly.
The warm wet tightness felt exquisite.
Trent looked down and saw not just the luscious lips kissing his dick but that Girish had pulled his own cock out of his pants and was jerking it furiously. Judging by the man’s red face and erratic movements he was about to come.
And the back of his mouth opened to accommodate Trent’s erection, as if Girish loved what he was doing to Trent. Suddenly, Girish pulled back gasping for air, but still licking and sucking on the crown.
Trent couldn’t hold back a second longer when he saw spurts of Girish’s own white cum shoot across the floor.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth now if you don’t move back.” He threaded his hands through the man’s long black hair and gently tried to push the man’s head away, but Girish sucked his cock deeper into his mouth.
Fair warning given, Trent shot his load with a loud moan and grunt. And Girish didn’t back down but swallowed every last drop.
It wasn’t just a quick release like any other. This was with a man. And a floor of emotions all jumbled up sadness over lost time as well as joy, fear as well as jubilance washed over Trent and overwhelmed him.
He never expected anything like that to happen and didn’t know what to make of it. It was fucking hot, of course. Trent liked Girish. The man was fucking hot to look at and had real resilience, character and integrity which Trent admired.
“It’s done.” Girish moved back and got to his feet, dragging the back of his hand across his face as he backed away. “Let’s forget that ever happened.”
* * *
Stevenson swore at the display. “Report! Where did they go?”
“We’re not sure, sir. It appears they gained a motorcycle and drove off to the south.”
Stevenson glanced over at Kipper. “Can you track a motorcycle?”
Kipper touched Ward’s chair. “Hunt around the area for any vehicles.”
Ward searched the area around the convenience store. “Looks like there’s some sort of blockage at the end of that road. I guess that eliminates one area from the directions.”
Kipper looked at the display. “Are those local cops?”
“Yes, and it appears one of them was shoved off the road northwest of it. His car is in the ditch, and the driver is returning to the blockage area. I wonder why he didn’t use his radio.”
Stevenson looked closer at the display. “Are those gunshots on the car?”
Ward zoomed in on the vehicle. “Yes, in the front. That explains the radio. It was shot out.”
Kipper pointed to the tires. “And those were shot out as well. Front tires don’t just explode when they go off the road. Trent’s been this way.”
Stevenson frowned at Kipper. “Why the hell didn’t he just kill the cop?”
“What would be the point? He’s not from our team, and all Trent would need is time to get away. Shooting out the radio and tires forces that cop to walk like he is right now.”
Ward followed the road to a stop at an abandoned gas station. “This is the only building I’m finding so far on this path. Could they have stopped there? I’m not finding anybody inside from the satellite images, but he could be blocking us again.”
