Twenty-Eight

Jack

As soon as we walked into the house Hudson pushed me against the door and after kissing me breathless, he shoved my pants down and did the best he could to swallow me down. "Oh god," I groaned and gripped the back of his head. He licked and swirled his tongue around the head while fondling my balls and finally after licking his finger he pressed the tip into my ass.

"Fuck me," I said as I pulled him up by his arms. "Fuck me now." He grinned before wiping his mouth off and throwing me over his shoulder. He smacked my ass while carrying me to his room, making me laugh. A weight had been lifted, and I knew from the way Hudson hadn't stopped smiling how happy he was. He threw me on the bed and pulled my pants off as soon as he had my shoes off.

It was strange how much I loved him fucking me. I would definitely be fucking him eventually, but as he slid into me tonight, I couldn't think of anything that had ever felt so good and filled me with emotions I wanted to never stop feeling. "Are you okay?" he whispered and smoothed my hair back from my forehead.

"I've never been better," I said, as he slowly slid into me. We'd fucked a few times now, and each time both of us were frantic for release and driven by need but this time was different. Hudson moved slowly and draped one of my legs over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. He kissed me slowly and made love to me while our tongues slid together, and I pulled him closer. I'd never felt anything like it, and I never wanted it to end.

The room was filled with the sounds of our groans between kisses and gasps of pleasure as he pressed in deeper and deeper. He leaned up just enough to reach between us and grip me, but I wasn't ready yet and held his hand against my chest. "Not yet," I whispered before pulling him in for another kiss.

A few hours later we were both in his bed freshly showered and pressed so close together I didn't know where he ended, and I began. A mess of arms and legs tangled together the two of us entwined but still not close enough. His breath was steady, and he'd been asleep for a while but I wasn't able to nod off. Then it hit me.

Reaching for my phone I tapped out a text to Issac and hoped he was still awake. I watched the screen as he received it and then waited for the bubbles to show he was typing. He answered with a simple devil emoji, and I forced myself not to laugh before slowly sliding out from under Hudson and out of bed. I leaned down and kissed his cheek before gathering up my clothes and staying as quiet as I could. Slipping on my clothes in the living room, I sent Isaac a text to pick me up, and made my way out front.

When Isaac and I were teenagers, we were the kids in town that caused most of the trouble around here. We weren't bullies, but we did dole out our own kind of justice to people who were. People like that asshole who'd been harassing Jonas. His car turned the corner, and he dimmed his lights and drove up so silently all I could hear was the crunch of the gravel under his tires. I hurried over to the door and opened it as quietly as possible before sliding into the seat and closing it with barely a click of the lock.

"What's the assignment?" Isaac said, same as we did a few years ago.

"The asshole that's been giving Jonas a hard time," I said and explained what he'd been doing as we drove toward downtown. There were a few cars still parked at the bar but other than that everything else was dark and quiet. "He's been staying in an RV behind the bar."

"Is Nate going to be pissed?" Isaac asked because no one in town wanted to bring down the rath of Nate.

"Probably, but he'll understand, and we'll clean it up. He was there when Hudson confronted that man, so he knows what happened. Did you bring everything?" I turned around to look in the back and saw some of the things we'd need but this time it was more than personal, and I wanted to give Gibbons the send-off he deserved.

We drove to the edge of the small RV park behind the bar with the lights off and I hoped everyone was asleep and no one would see us. Or if they did, I hoped they hated this guy as much as I did. We both grabbed a bag of supplies that Isaac had brought and hurried along while crouching low so no one noticed us.

"Which one is it?" Isaac asked and I took the lead. I'd asked Nate earlier when Hudson had gone to the bathroom, so I knew exactly which one it was.

"This one," I whispered as I slid along the side of the older RV. "Make it good." I took out the toilet paper and the two of us tossed roll after roll over the top and then under the mobile home. Once we thought we'd added enough we did the same thing from front to back, which was more challenging. We made sure to leave an opening for him to drive even though I doubted he'd be going anywhere all wrapped up. Isaac took out the other bag he'd brought and we took turns carefully attaching lengths of cord with cans and bottles attached to them.

"One last thing," Isaac said and pulled something else out of the bag. "Just wanted to make sure he knew what we thought of him." He unwrapped a package and started blowing something up. It was dark and I wasn't sure, but I would have sworn it was a giant penis. I shrugged and when he finally had it blown up and showed me, both of us fought not to laugh out loud.

He tucked it into the ladder on the back of the RV and from what we could see in the dark, it was perfect. I only hoped he didn't leave until we were at work because I wanted to see Hudson's face when this loser left town.