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Copyright© 2012 James Cox

ISBN: 978-1-77130-113-8

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Marie Medina

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are
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DEDICATION

To my Outlaw, wherever you are. I hope one day you rescue

me from the mundane and we can share the world with each other.
Until I meet you, stay away from crazy folks and volcanos! *G*

And a big thanks to those who purchased The Outlaw's Lover.

This is the third book in my Manlove at the End of the World series
and a personal favorite. Enjoy and stay sexy!

THE OUTLAW’S LOVER

Manlove at the End of the World, 3

James Cox

Copyright © 2012

One Year and Six Months After the Virus

Life after the virus wasn’t easy. It was survival of the fittest

and Rian sure as hell wasn’t one of those. It was a freaking miracle he
was immune to that sickness. Everything else was a test of patience
and endurance.

Rian closed his eyes and tried desperately to remember better

times. Long ago when his stomach wasn’t always growling and his
clothes were actually clean. He missed hair gel, even the stupid
football team picking on him in college. He’d give it all up for safety
and daily food intake. Now he had nothing. Some plan college had
been, up to his ears in debt and suddenly teachers no longer existed
and neither did jobs.

To survive it was steal, trade or give blowjobs.
Rian swallowed. He had yet to deal the last one and really

hoped he never got that desperate, but it was getting damn close. He
opened his plain brown eyes. Rian was sitting in an abandoned house
that smelt like mildew. He had tucked his tall, lean body into the
closet and shut the door as quietly as possible.

Trading a bottle of rum to some seriously shady dudes had

solved the food issue. Of course, the bastards got their booze, handed
over five cans of soup and tried to grab him. Assholes. They were just
another group trying to take advantage in this new world. However,
they didn’t expect geeky Rian to fight back. He did. There was
punching and kicking; sure it was girl style with pulling hair but he
fought them off. Then he hauled ass out of there.

Now he was hiding in a closet with a backpack full of canned

soup that he couldn’t eat until the coast was clear. Yeah, college

really paid off. He laid his head against the wall and stared at the dark
interior. The decision had been eating at him for weeks, but this last
test to his survival power had pushed Rian over the edge. It was time
to get the hell out of the city. Maybe there were some more groups out
there. He heard about camps and communities forming in the farm
areas that were more secure than the cities. Shit, they were gangs,
plain and simple.

A noise brought his thoughts to a sudden stop. Was that a

footstep? He gripped the knife in his hand. It was a small switchblade
usually hid in his boot, and he took it out the moment he closed the
door. Now it was poised, ready to defend. Would he be able to stab
someone? Rian honestly had no idea if he was capable. He was a
freaking nerd, a computer geek that loved video games and lying on
his roof to watch the stars. None of that screamed murderer.

The noise shuffled closer, stopped.
He focused on each breath. This was no time to

hyperventilate. He did that the last time he was cornered and was
nearly caught. Rian gripped the handle tighter, his eyes practically
glued to the doorknob. One turn and he’d pounce or at least that was
the plan.

The floor creaked and the intruder began to walk away. Sound

faded until once again it was quiet in the house. Rian let out a breath
he hadn’t been aware he was holding, then gulped down oxygen and
closed his eyes. He focused on his heartbeat, each breath forced to
slow down. The brown paper bags for hyperventilating were in his
backpack and getting them out would make too much noise.

After a few minutes of quiet, his breathing and heartbeat

slowed. He returned his head to the wall and eased his legs straight so
they wouldn’t cramp up. Looked like Rian was spending the night
there. At least there weren’t any bugs crawling around. The last place
had spiders the size of Canada. Or what used to be Canada.

He shuffled lower, tried unsuccessfully to get comfortable and

thought again of tomorrow. That was the plan. Get the hell out of this
rotting city and toward the coast. Maybe the beaches would have hot
tribes of lonely, shirtless men. Rian grinned in the darkness. That sure
as hell would be the second miracle in his life.

****
Sleep came and went. Rian woke without knowing if it was

morning, noon or night. He sat up, held in the groan from his back

and neck aching. The first thing he did was listen. Intently, carefully,
he scrutinized every sound. After several minutes and his stomach
growling in hunger, he shifted. He reached for the knob and slowly
turned it. Each breath was a slight twist until the door soundlessly
opened just enough to let light in.

It was morning or noon. There was no way he’d slept all day

in this shit hole. He adjusted his black rimmed glasses and held the
knife in front of him. With a quick peek, he pried the door farther
open. All was silent and empty, a very good sign. He fumbled through
the door, landing on his knees with a jolt racing up his spine. Rian
frowned, held onto his knife but closed his eyes. He waited for the
pain to fade before he stood. With the backpack slung over one
shoulder, he moved forward. Eventually he made it through the house
to discover he was indeed alone. Had they given up? Where they
scouring the streets still searching? Or could they be passed out drunk
by now? He didn’t know and wasn’t going to take any chances.

Rian slipped out the back window of the one story, long

abandoned home. The sun was up, the sky a crystal clear blue. It had
been that way for the last couple of months. With less pollution, the
trees were growing like weeds and the breeze was a little fresher. He
waded through knee high grass and used quick runs to get from one
house to the next. It was a long block but he went down it using this
method. Hiding was his best course of action. Once he came to the
main street, he glanced down each direction and headed for the main
drag out of the city. He knew East would lead him to the coast so he’d
simply follow the signs. At least, that was the plan.

It was a matter of hours before Montgomery, Alabama was

behind him. The condos and apartment buildings thinned out. Houses
were farther apart and trees were in the minority. He walked the
parkway but kept inside the tree line. Rian was a geeky coward, not
stupid.

Hours kept passing and he kept walking. Signs pointed to

towns he knew and some he didn’t. He just kept walking east.
Eventually he would find a car with keys and then drive to that
fantasy beach with the shirtless men. Maybe they would be putting
sun block on each other’s hot, sweaty bodies.

Rian’s foot hit a rock and he pitched forward. The landing was

less than graceful. He was face first in the grass with a thorny bush
pressing against the palm of his right hand. “Shit,” he whispered in

frustration. Once again on his feet, he fumbled forward weary of his
path and putting the sexy men in his head on the back burner. First, he
had to get to the beach then he’d fantasize about the men.

He came to his old college, Auburn University, and found a

working car. The black, convertible Corvette purred when Rian
started the engine. He grinned and slid the bad boy onto the parkway.
When going past big cities or towns he’d go slow, keep quiet and try
to change roads. Thankfully, it seemed as if the world was too busy
re-growing to care. People were scarce. The last report Rian had heard
was about a year ago. Only one hundred thousand humans survived
the sickness and not one clue how it started.

He pulled up to a gas station, a ratty old place that he doubled

his efforts to leave quickly. Once the tank was full, he shoved the gas
cap on and hurried into the car. The soup was sipped cold from the
container. It tasted as good as it smelled but his stomach settled down
after a few gulps. Man, what Rian wouldn’t give for a slice of pizza or
a pint of beef fried rice.

The drive east passed quickly and a few hours later he was

coming up on Dublin, Georgia. Ah, good ol’ Georgia. It looked like
this place fared as well as Alabama. A few houses were burnt to the
ground, and some trees were knocked over and blocking the road. It
was all just scenic for Rian. That was until he came to the river. There
was a small sign before an equally miniscule pond beside the road.
The problem was a not so tiny truck lay across the road and the pond
was now a fucking lagoon.

The Outlaw…

Rian stopped the car. He took a deep cleansing breath and

slammed his hand against the passenger seat. When the hell was his
luck going to change? He was now stuck on the Jim Gillis Historical
Savannah Parkway. Fantastic. Rian got out of the car, but left the
driver door open. He also left the engine running before stepping
away. If it wasn’t deep he might, and that’s a big might, be able to get
across. Corvettes weren’t known for their ability to traverse obstacles;
at least, Rian didn’t think so with such a low frame.

The truck was turned on its side. Faded graffiti covered the

white exterior and the back door was wide open. He took a gander
inside but found it empty. Pick cleaned, no doubt. He glanced into the
shiny water that rose over the asphalt. There was no way to tell how
deep it was. Maybe it was just a big, wide puddle he could drive
through. Rian looked around for a stick or something he could plunk
in there and judge the depth with.

Nothing. Didn’t it figure?
He grumbled and fumbled to his knees. Reaching out, he put

his hand into the water. The asphalt was right under his hand. There’s
no way this baby was that deep. Rian grinned. He could drive through
this and keep going. The fantasy of that naked man beach wasn’t
sinking but rising. He rushed to the car, a new spring in his step. With
the door quietly closed, he pressed onward.

The tires disappeared into the puddle, the rubber still finding

the bottom so Rian hit the gas. To say it was a bad move would be a
drastic understatement. The car rushed forward and the floor beneath
his shiny car collapsed. He felt the jerk and saw the water ripple, and
suddenly his car was stranded, the water rising outside the door.

“Fuck,” he sputtered. The door was instantly at his palms. He

pushed, jerking the handle but the thing remained close. What the
hell? Panic settled in. The water kept rising. Soon it was covering the
hood, and suddenly the car tipped. The front wheels were sinking and
the back slowly lifting into the air. It was like he was stuck in
quicksand or mud or a combination of it. Rian pounded at the door.
He shoved and tugged as his eyes searched the road before him.
Empty, of course. “The one time I need another human being!”

The car tilted, then he was pitched toward the windshield and

water rushed at the other side. Rian was going to die. He’d survived

the plague and the gangs, but a fucking puddle was going to be the
death of him! With a burst of gusto, he tried the door again. His eyes
searched the outside to see if maybe something was pressed up
against it. He could use the passenger…

It was locked.
Rian’s eyes fell on the door and the lock that was in place.

Could he be that fucking stupid? He hit the button, the door clicked
and he pushed it out. Water gushed into the car. It ruined the interior
and gave his clothes a much needed cleaning. How fucked up was
that? Rian shoved out of the car, forcing his way through the pull of
the water and muddy quicksand that had latched on to the Corvette.

His foot stuck. Rian pulled, tugged, and struggled as the water

lapped at his chin. He couldn’t seem to get his foot free. It was
jammed on something. The water covered his mouth. Breath came in
rushed gulps through his nose. Hyperventilation was a hair’s breadth
away and then there was no oxygen at all. The water covered his face.
He dragged his body down, trying to dislodge his foot, but the water
was so cold and his body wouldn’t cooperate. Rian was freaking out.
He needed air, and he wanted some Goddamn help for once.

Something grabbed his arm, then a hand wrapped around his

foot and tugged roughly. Rian’s foot came free and the savior rushed
them to the surface. The moment Rian’s face was exposed to the
world he opened his lips and sucked in all the oxygen his lungs would
take. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Panic set him to quick sudden
gasps. He couldn’t even swim to the road nearby.

Death by drowning due to hyperventilation. Not fucking fair.
The stranger tugged at his body. Rian lay back, floating,

useless as this man or woman dragged him toward the safety of the
road. He kept gasping, his body refusing to listen as the stranger, no,
the hero dragged him onto the road. Finally, a solid object was at his
back. Panic was fleeting but his breaths were still wild.

“Keep breathing…”
The voice was male, deep, and Rian looked up. The sun

burned his eyes but suddenly the figure shifted in front of the bright
light. Rian Ampledorf was speechless. Breath whooshed from his
lungs and thought left his brain as he laid eyes on the hottest man
ever. The guy was like a rough and tough angel. He had wild brown
hair to his shoulders and insanely deep blue eyes. They mesmerized
and took away every word that dared to enter his brain. Rian’s hero

stood shirtless and wearing black jeans that fit like a second skin. His
cock, despite the recent date with death, was rising.

“Deep breaths…”
His voice was a melody, like an archangel singing to bring

down the mightiest of beasts. Rian glanced at his chiseled jaw and his
plump lips. Finally, a word popped into his brain and he spewed it out
before it was forgotten. “Hi.”

The stranger lifted a brow and smiled.
Holy hell, he met the hottest guy left in the world and his one

word was Hi. Not even a hello, how about a thank you for saving my
life, can I offer to worship your cock? The stranger’s smile was
beautiful.

“You all right?”
Rian nodded. Wow, not even a word this time. Mentally

berating himself he shifted to sit up and faced the man that stole his
soul from a simple glance. “Thank you.” The road beside them
exploded. Cement rocks and chunks of dirt splashed in the water and
scraped at his skin.

“Get away from him, you Outlaw!” a voice boomed.
The man of Rian’s dreams cursed and pulled out a gun.

“Fuck.” He ducked down. Shots exploded through the quiet day. Rian
crawled away. He had no idea what the hell was going on but did not
want to add getting shot to almost drowning. Bullets struck the truck
and his hero fired back. To Rian’s shock, the man jerked and fell
back. Blood exploded along the street and Rian reached out for him.

The Outlaw cursed, and he shot twice more before hauling ass

across the road. He jumped over the rail and into the nearby water.
Rian watched him disappear into the water’s glassy surface and a trail
of blood followed. “No.” He whispered the word. The sexy stranger
was gone. His one chance at finding a gorgeous guy on the fantasy
beach was gone. He didn’t even manage more than one word.

Rian glanced out at the other person that had interrupted their

little meeting. It was more than one. Five big guys with rifles and
shotguns approached. Was his day really about to get that much
worse?

“Are you all right?” the figure without the gun asked. He was

an older man with gray hair and a long white robe. “Did the Outlaw
defile you? We should have come faster,” the man said to the others
who were searching the water for Rian’s lost hero.

“I’m okay,” Rian managed to say.
“You’re lucky, boy. I’m Clarence.” His new friend held out a

hand and helped Rian to his feet. “That Outlaw has stolen, killed and
raped. Thank God almighty we arrived here in time to save you from
his evil clutches.”

Rian’s hero was evil? With that face and tantalizing body?

“That guy?” He must have looked skeptical because Clarence nodded
his head enthusiastically.

“He’s an outlaw! We are a peaceful community, well, we used

to be. Just trying to survive what the virus has left behind,” Clarence
began as they started walking past the puddle that ate Rian’s car. “We
welcomed everyone. Started a true settlement where Cobbtown used
to flourish. We have farmers and schools, but his kind keep stealing
our food. There were sixteen cows but half of them were stolen while
we slept. Several women have gone missing and so…” Clarence
shook his head. “We had to arm ourselves. I take no pleasure in
saying those words.”

This guy seemed sincerely and truly broken up by the state of

the world. Just because the Outlaw was cute didn’t mean he was a
good guy. Sure, he saved Rian’s life but what if there was an ulterior
motive to that? “You have a community?” Could a true safe haven
really exist?

“Yes, my son.”
Rian raised an eyebrow at the term.
“Sorry, I’ve was a priest before the virus and now we are all

struggling to make sense of the world. We have homes, families,
children and guards, unfortunately.” Clarence frowned again, his eyes
wandering to the thick woods around them. “You are more than
welcome to join us for the night or longer if you so wish.”

A warm meal did sound like a miracle, especially since his

soup cans were underwater. “All right, I’ll stay for the night. Thank
you. I do appreciate your kindness.”

Clarence smiled, showing rows of perfect, slightly stained

teeth. “Wonderful.”

Rian grinned but it was fake. Either he’d found a small chunk

of heaven or he was walking into a horror movie. He glanced at the
sky and said a quick, silent prayer.

Rian was quiet as they made their way into a large truck. He

sat looking out the window toward the spot his hero disappeared.

Better stop calling the stranger that. Apparently, Rian was lusting
after a bad guy, an outlaw.

“Are you hungry?”
Rian considered that a rhetorical question. Food was so scarce

nowadays everyone was always hungry. He nodded enthusiastically
and was rewarded with a wrapped up protein bar. Sweet heaven, it
had chocolate in it. There was a moment of sheer excited bliss as he
tore off the wrapper, which crinkled loudly in the car. His mouth
practically watered as his lips parted and that sweet taste engulfed his
taste buds. Tears nearly came to his eyes at the sheer joy of finally
having some chocolate. “Thank you,” he said with a mouthful of
food.

Clarence grinned. “You are very welcome.”
He finished his bar slowly, savoring every little crumb until

the wrapper was clean. Then he settled back with a foolish grin on his
face. “How far away is this … town?”

“Not long, about fifteen minutes. It used to be Cobbtown, my

hometown, and now it’s the only safe haven in several states,”
Clarence answered matter-of-factly.

Heaven…

The town approached in the suggested time. Rian glanced out

his window at the homemade sign on splintered wood, “Welcome to
Heaven.” Rian frowned. They actually named the last town on earth
after Heaven? What the hell had he gotten himself into?

The town itself was only a long block. Flimsy new houses

probably built just before the virus hit were filled with life. Curtains
hung in every window. Doors were open with sounds coming from
within. It almost looked like that horrible day never happen. There
were no bodies or dried blood smeared everything. Those that died
from the virus had a messy, pain-filled death. Here it was like this
small town was in a bubble. Had he stepped back in time or had that
damn puddle really drowned him and he really was in heaven? Cars
littered the side of this single street, all different colors and sizes.

“We have two deep wells,” Clarence said. “A candle maker,

several farmers so there’s plenty of food and room to grow. I told you,
son, we want to start recreating the world in the mirror of goodness
and nobility.”

Rian nodded. It did look like a nice place to live. Then again,

the car had looked awesome since he’d spent his last night in a
fucking closet hiding from perverted bastards. He glanced right. There
was a stonewall about six feet high stretching several feet behind a
few of the houses. Barbed wire protruded from the top with a
menacing gleam in the sun. “And that?”

Clarence frowned. “We must build it for our protection. It’s a

necessary precaution with that damn Outlaw out there.”

The sexy Outlaw, Rian thought but was quickly distracted.

Men of various shapes and sizes were packing stone and extending
the wall. One guy in particular was built like a construction worker,
all muscle and height. He had his shirt off; the guy’s muscles bunched
and sweat misted his creamy black skin. Damn, he needed to rub one
off. Rian hoped he had a private room. Hell, even a few moments
alone in the car would work. Before pleasure, he had to be sure that
Clarence was in fact telling the truth.

The car finally stopped at a farmhouse with a faded picket

white fence and a cow mailbox filled with leaves. The top was
covered with pollen from the tree that bloomed above it. Clarence got
out, opened the door and extended his hand.

“Please, join us. We need more decent gentlemen like you.”
Into the belly of the beast. Rian stepped out of the car. His

breath hitched as he walked through the rusted gate. Both his palms
became sweaty as he shuffled down the path, and then he was at the
front door. It opened too fast for him to change his mind and run.
Would this truly be a safe heaven or the place he finally met death?

A middle-aged woman, extremely well built in the breast area,

came running out the door. Her mouse brown hair slapped across her
back as she engulfed Rian in a bear hug. “Oh, another survivor!” she
yelled in his ear. “Lordy, he’s so thin.”

Rian opened his mouth to protect and introduce himself. He

never got the chance. The woman let go and pulled him inside the
house. Instantly, the smell of cinnamon and apples wafted to his nose.
His mouth watered and he followed behind the woman like a zombie.
“I’m Rian,” he said quietly. Are we heading for the kitchen? Please
let this be the kitchen.

“I’m Martha, honey.”
They stepped through a door and into that sweet smelling

kitchen. Rian jumped from foot to foot as the smell made his stomach
scream for substance. Martha pushed him to the table, which had a
scratched wooden top, and he sat without a word. No, he would not be
protesting or worrying about life until that smell was a taste. Rian’s
new best friend bent over the stove and returned with a steaming plate
of food. “Martha, I think I love you,” he said suddenly.

Those big breasts jiggled as she laughed. “Oh, honey, just you

eat up. You’re too thin for such a good-looking boy.” She pinched his
cheek.

Rian shoved amazing, mouth-watering, fantastic food into his

mouth. He didn’t care if she pinched him. Hell, she could start riding
his dick right there and he’d happily sit still without a peep. Of
course, once she got down on him he’d be as soft as butter. Women
did nothing for his libido. He tossed the wild images out of his head
and got back to the gooey goodness. Cinnamon, sugar and bread with
bits of apple filled his empty stomach. Rian was on cloud nine as he
cleaned the entire plate.

“I’ll get you some more, honey.” She grinned.
“Well, you’ve got a healthy appetite.” Clarence grinned as he

walked into the kitchen and sat across from Rian.

Martha put the plate between his hands and he dug in. His

mouth begged for more, taste buds screaming in pleasure, as the sweet
concoction was just about to pass his lips.

Unfortunately, that was when an explosion rocked the quiet

day. Rian jumped to his feet as Clarence ran out the door.

“Oh, Lordy. I hope no one was hurt!” Martha followed him to

the front door and stood beside him on the peeling wooden porch.

Thick, black smoke billowed high into the sky from behind a

house. Rian could spot the occasional flame licking along the exterior
of the home. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as chaos turned to
order. Women ushered children away from the trouble while the men
organized a line of buckets to the well. He heard the unique engine of
a motorcycle as the screams died down. To Rian’s horror, the sexy
Outlaw sped through town. They locked eyes and he slowed
significantly before turning back to the road. The engine buzzed, and
the smoke made Rian’s eyes water just as Outlaw left something on
the side of the street.

Another explosion went off in the middle of a farm full of

green crops. Flames burst from whatever the man had thrown. Rian’s
heart fell. Outlaw really was the bad guy. Then again, he didn’t aim
the bomb at the group of women huddled a few feet away. Outlaw
threw it clear on the other side of the street. The only thing that was
hurt was their food crops. More screams rang out and it broke the
strange lock that his eyes had on Outlaw.

The black smoke slowed, became lighter and finally a grayish

white clouded the sky. Rian watched the events from the porch. He
was out of harm’s way. A coward, unwilling to get involved in this
town’s problems.

“Oh no, that’s the crops he hit and the silo,” Martha muttered

beside him, her hands clasped over her generous breasts.

Rian placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
“That horrible, horrible man!” Martha sputtered as tears

welled in her eyes.

Once the fires were out and the peaceful town returned to

quiet Clarence returned. He led Rian up the stairs and into a small
room with a window facing the wide grassy area and a few houses
farther back. With his stomach full and his eyes dropping, he lay in a
real bed. His head hit the pillow and soon the world went blank.

****

Sleeping in a real bed had been beyond fantastic. It had been

over a year and Rian woke slowly. He stretched and shifted so the
sheet remained covering his body. Rian still wore those filthy clothes
and his shoes. With a yawn he rose but the world outside had
changed. It was night. He lengthened once more, taking a good look
around the room.

There was a small, but comfortable bed. A dresser with all its

drawers missing and a large oval mirror that was crystal clear. He
stood, looking at his reflection. Over the last few months, his friends
had died, succumbed to the harsh new world or killed by the city
gangs. He was the last survivor out of their quiet group and Rian
looked it. He was so thin even he winced when he lifted up his shirt.
His rib bones were showing through pale skin. Being a nerd, he was
never built but thankfully almost six foot tall. His height had kept
most of the teasing at a tolerable level. Now, he looked sickly. There
were bags under his eyes and his skin was a pasty white instead of
just pale.

Rian glanced around. The door was closed and he quickly

locked it. The click was loud in the silence around him. He went back
to the mirror, opposite the window. With a sigh he unbuttoned his
pants and dragged the material down his legs. His dick instantly
sprang free. It wasn’t hard. The skin was clean, if pasty white like his
chest. He needed good nutrients and some sun. Maybe he’d lay out on
the roof tomorrow or find a spot to take some rays. Vitamin D would
certainly help his lack of energy. Was it pathetic that he knew that?

Rian grabbed his cock. The shaft was long and thick. He

stroked it gently, almost tenderly like a lover’s touch. As if he’d had
anything like that in a long time. The last time any man got close was
the backseat of his car a few months before the virus. His plum
colored head was hidden beneath the folds of skin that came with an
uncircumcised penis. Rian dragged his fingers over the sensitive skin
and gently pulled it down. His purplish head slid free of the skin, the
tip slightly moist as his cock became excited. Just that little touch and
he was ready for some alone time.

Rian glanced back at the door then stared into the mirror. He

wasn’t exactly a bad looking guy. There were the ugly black rimmed
glasses and the fact that he was rail thin. Of course, being a coward
wasn’t exactly attractive. He sighed and his eyes traveled down his
body to his member. It was slowly becoming hard. Each affectionate

touch, every subtle caress brought his cock to attention and made his
balls tingle. He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed,
then tugged upward. An involuntary groan left his lips. It was barely
audible but he held his breath.

When no one stirred, he looked back to his reflection. Each

pump was a beautiful gift. An orgasm was the only thing left in this
world that was pure bliss and didn’t cost a week’s worth of food. Rian
shifted, reached back and skimmed his fingers over his rear hole. The
digit tip penetrated just as he began to stroke his dick. Over and over,
he firmly pressed his lips together.

He just needed one orgasm, a long, satisfying stream of cum to

shoot from his cock to keep him sane for the next few days. He
stroked harder, faster. Just one, please, just one. Rian’s head fell back.
His legs began to shake as the orgasm neared. His balls were heavy,
ready and his finger ventured farther into that small rear entrance.

Almost.
Almost there.
Almost…
Rian blew out a breath and gripped his dick harder. His cock

jerked, twitched and that stunning river of cum shot out. It landed on
the wooden dresser with a nearly soundless splat. Rian held his groan.
He finally felt human again, calm and collected enough to survive the
next few days. Rian grinned at the now decorated furniture. His palm
rubbed against the moist head and teased the extra skin. He turned to
find something to clean it up, but stopped short.

Eyes stared from the darkness of his window into his room.
Rian gasped. He was still holding his cock but fear kept him

completely immobile. Then the figure shifted and the light of the
moon shone on the intruder. The Outlaw. Those eyes were hungry and
set on Rian’s deflating dick. His mouth opened, their eyes locked, and
just as suddenly, the Outlaw took off.

Rian shuffled to the window. He pried it open but the darkness

seemed to swallow the sexy man up. His soft dick pressed against the
wall as he glanced out at the night. What the hell had he been doing
here? What did he want? Why was the Outlaw here?

“Hey there, Rian.”
The voice of Clarence made Rain freeze. “Hi,” he mumbled

before glancing down. Holy fuck, his lower half was covered by the

wall, so all they could see was his upper body and that, thankfully,
was still covered.

“What you doing up so early?”
“Early?” Damn it, Rian just wanted to slink away and pull up

his pants.

“Yes, it’s nearly sunrise. Why don’t you come on down and

join us?” Clarence smiled and Martha suddenly appeared in the grassy
field.

“Hi, honey. Come on down and I’ll make you breakfast.”
Rian nodded, hid behind the wall and pulled his pants up. An

orgasm and breakfast in one day? Life couldn’t get any better.

The Kiss…

The day was a quick blur of new faces, friendly people and a

tour of their growing Heaven. It was a nice place and the more Rian
saw the more he wanted to be a part of this world. Everything wasn’t
so dark and powered by survival. This was a community, a place
where there was no I in team, as cheesy as that sounded. Rian sat on
the porch in a creaky old rocking chair. He loved the sound. It
blended with the laughter of children and the noise of those hot men
working on the stonewall. Rian was actually content as he sat and
rocked.

“Here you go, honey.” Martha stepped from the house and

handed him a glass of cold liquid.

Rian took a dainty sip. “Is this … is this actually lemonade?”

He took another long gulp.

“My momma’s recipe.” Martha smiled then joined him on the

nearest chair.

The taste was tart and sweet. He felt like a king or the lottery

winner, when there was a lottery. He drank it down despite how cold
it was and enjoyed every single drop.

“So, are you thinking about staying?” Martha asked with her

eyes wandering the quiet landscape.

Rian grinned. “I’m thinking on it. This is a really nice place,

Martha.”

She smiled wide. “It sure it. Once they catch that Outlaw it’ll

be even better.” The smile remained but Rian noticed it didn’t reach
her eyes like it usually did.

“Martha, did you know him? This outlaw guy?”
She shook her head but didn’t make eye contact. Suddenly she

moved to her feet and mumbled something about a refill. Rian
watched her go, his mind twirling and pondering. So what if she knew
this guy. Maybe he used to live there. He could have gone crazy or
simply gotten greedy and might now be trying to bring the town down
with him. The fact that he had growing feelings for this bad boy made
that theory hollow. Rian hadn’t seen one bad thing about this place.
Maybe it was time for more snooping.

“Hey there, Rian, are you busy?” Clarence asked from behind

the gate.

“Nope, all free. What can I help you with?” Yeah, what will

keep me out of your way so I can sneak around and find out why
Outlaw wants to torch this place?

“Any good at picking apples? We have a crop ready to be

picked but it’s just outside town and none of the women are allowed
that far.”

“They’re not allowed?” Rian hadn’t meant to say that out loud

but now that he did he added a raised brow to the statement.

“Yes, son, it’s not safe for them with the Outlaw still on the

loose.”

Damn it, that made sense. Rian nodded. “Sure, I’d love to

help.” Was he really trying to find something wrong or was he simply
afraid to commit to a group? There was also the possibility his dick
was doing the thinking and he wanted them to be bad so Outlaw
would in turn be the good guy. Clarence pointed to the nearest truck
and handed him the keys. The pickup was filled with various sized
buckets and pails. Looked like he had some apple picking to do.

Just over the grassy field was the meadow and it had rows of

blooming plants with shiny red fruit. They only came out this time of
year, just before fall. Rian knew because his allergies would finally
stop turning his nose red and his eyes watery. Funny how he seemed
to have grown out of those annoyances since the virus.

Rian parked just before the trees and started down the first

row. He had just placed the first bucket in the back of the truck when
a noise stopped him cold in his tracks. Rian knew the sound by heart,
a shotgun cocking. His breath froze in his lungs. He bit his lower lip
and carefully turned. What greeted his eyes was the sexy Outlaw.
Rian couldn’t move.

The Outlaw’s shoulder length brown hair was wet like he’d

just gone for a swim. It clung to his scalp but it was those eyes that
seemed to swallow Rian whole. Outlaw tilted his head and the
smallest of grins played at his lips. Slowly, he lowered the gun until it
pointed to the hard ground. Rian finally took a breath but kept still.
What did he want? The guy wanted him for something. First at the
window, now here. Maybe Outlaw was following him.

“You can’t trust them, mate.”
Rian jerked as if he was shot. Outlaw spoke a full sentence.

He had an Australian accent that made his words almost like very
satisfied purrs. Rian didn’t speak. In the past, silence usually went

farther than attitude. Beside he was too damn scared to speak and too
horny to say anything useful. Rian always went stupid around hot
guys.

Outlaw took a single step forward. His clothes clung to his

very fine body like a second skin. “They’re dangerous.” He frowned.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to warn you.”

Rian nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Are you listening to me?” Outlaw took another step forward.
Rian was both aroused and afraid. He moved away but the

back of his legs slammed against the truck. The world seemed to stop.
Birds silenced, the breeze ceased and Outlaw took two more steps
forward. He seemed to be studying Rian. Those eyes roamed Rian’s
body and finally stopped on his lips. Rian swallowed hard. He still
couldn’t speak as Outlaw inched even closer. Their clothes almost
touched. His handsome face was only inches from Rian.

“I want to keep you safe,” Outlaw whispered.
The words were lost to Rian’s ears. He could feel the heat

from Outlaw’s body and smell the gentle scent of pine and fresh
water. Rian could hardly breathe as the sexy bad boy advanced. Their
lips were less than an inch apart. Breaths mingled to become one and
then those plump perfect lips touched his. Rian exhaled, his pulse
beating wildly in his neck as the touch turned into a kiss. It was tame,
sweet, and even romantic.

A shotgun went off.
It startled Rian into gasping and jerking backward. Outlaw

looked at him hard, licked his lips and ran into the wild fields of
apples. He could hardly breath. Rian’s lips tingled like he’d sucked
cock for hours.

“Did he hurt you?” Martha came jiggling down the road with

Clarence behind her. She asked the question but there was something
in her eyes. A wide, wild look. “Did he hurt you? I saw the shotgun,”
she said the last word harsh and pointed.

“He had the shotgun…” Rian began as Clarence and a few

others rode up to the field with guns drawn. “But you stopped him in
time,” he finished. Martha gave a quick wink. “Thank God you
showed up!” Rian played the part though he had no idea why. He
simply followed Martha’s cues.

Martha came to him with wide arms and embraced him.

“You alright, son? Darn, that must have been a close call.”

Clarence eyed him.

“Yes. Yes, it was.” Rian held Martha tight. “I thought I was a

dead man.”

“Lordy, thank goodness I decided to come up here with some

lemonade!” Martha exclaimed. “Come on, let’s have you sit and rest.
You’re shaking with fright.”

Rian wasn’t shaking, but he started a slight tremor for

anybody watching closely. “It isn’t every day you come that close to a
gun,” Rian murmured. The others had run off into the fields and
Martha led him back to the truck. She helped him into the passenger
seat, said something to Clarence and then joined him. Martha started
the truck and they slowly pulled away from the chaotic scene. Was
Outlaw right? Was he in serious trouble with these people? “Care to
explain.”

“Outlaw was going to kill you,” Martha said with a stone-like

expression. “Anyone asks he threatened you and I shot trying to save
you. I missed.” She turned the wheel harshly and they bumped over
the grassy field toward town. “Of course, I missed on purpose but …
honey, you need to be careful.”

“I know he isn’t exactly liked but…”
“He had you by gunpoint and I tried to save you. Do you

understand?” Martha took a deep breath.

Rian nodded. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” Martha pulled the truck up to the farmhouse and

quickly got him out. She actually helped him up the stairs as if he was
an invalid. When the door shut, she did the same up the stairs and into
his bedroom. When they entered, she let go and shut the door.
“You’re gay?” The words were such a low whisper Rian thought he
heard her wrong.

“Um … yes.” What did that matter?
“Oh Lordy.” She fretted and paced the room. “I knew it. You

were just so sweet and you didn’t even glance at any of the girls
and…” She kept pacing and rambling. “Well, most men take a look at
my breasts and I didn’t even catch you taking a peek. We have to
keep this secret. Lives are at stake. Our future is in trouble.” Her
words blurred together so Rian could hardly understand her.

“I don’t understand, Martha.”

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Keep to the story. I need to

think. I have to plan something out.” She finally stopped near the
door. “We have to get you out of here.”

“What? What the hell is going on?” His voice hitched slightly.

None of this made any sense. Martha placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Honey, this is not the place for your kind.”

Now he was insulted. “My kind, you mean a gay man.” Even

at the end of the world, there were haters.

“Yes, please, I don’t mean to be rude. You don’t understand.

Clarence, this town, it’s not…” A car door slammed and abruptly cut
her off. “Get in bed. I’ll bring you tea and please, oh, please stick to
the story.” She adjusted her flowered dress and took a deep breath
before leaving the room.

The Dark Side of Heaven…

Rian lay down in bed like instructed. He drank the tea Martha

brought and only came out to use the outhouse. There was more tea
drinking, a very cold shower and some new clothes before he was
once again shuffled into the bedroom. One would think he was shot
by the way he was acting. He was cowering in his room as if Outlaw
had shoved him right toward crazy. A set of footsteps sounded down
the hall and Rian rolled his eyes before he settled into bed. He pulled
the sheets high and lowered his lids. A gentle knock sounded.

“Rian?” It was Clarence.
“I’m awake,” he said as the door opened.
“I was just checking up on you, son. How are you feeling?”
Perfectly fine. “I’m better now, not so queasy.” Rian had a

strong feeling suddenly pop up—mistrust.

“Well, that’s good.” Clarence gave a comforting smile. “You

just take it easy. It must have been hard on you. Facing a gun is life
changing.” Clarence settled on the edge of the bed.

Rian groaned inwardly. Was he setting up for a speech?
“Life is not like it used to be. Instead of church on Sundays

and being kind to your neighbor, the world suddenly turned and
became mean. The weak were trampled and the strong were greedy
and suddenly there was no such thing as a hero. I want to change that,
do you understand? I want to make the world a better place.” Clarence
stared directly at Rian.

“It’s a good vision,” he mumbled and forced a yawn.
“Together, together we can get the weak protected and create a

real civilization.” He nodded his head. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk
more tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it,” Rian lied. He waited until Clarence left

and the door softly shut before he opened his eyes. What the hell had
he gotten himself into? Clarence’s views didn’t seem as wacky as
both Martha and Outlaw were warning him. Then again, they weren’t
driving him to the edge of madness for giggles. Something definitely
wasn’t right around this town and Rian didn’t want to wait to find out
what.

For once, he embraced his cowardice. He planned to make a

run for it and never look back. Heroes didn’t survive in this new
violent world.

****
Rian had a bag packed with food thanks to Martha. It was

stashed under the bed he currently lay on. She also left the keys in a
truck behind the house so he also had a getaway. Now, he had to wait
for sunset. Once that light faded, he was getting out of Heaven. He
didn’t know what the hell was going on but wasn’t going to be that
idiot that stayed around to find out. Rian adjusted the pillow behind
his head. A few hours sleep and he could drive all night, maybe even
most of tomorrow. North sounded like a good direction, mainly
because there were rumors flying about volcanoes growing down
south. The things were appearing overnight and turning Florida into a
wasteland.

His lids were slowly tilting shut. Getting sleep for the next few

hours brought a small smile to his lips. The bed sure was damn
comfortable. Too bad he couldn’t take the mattress with him. He
inhaled slowly, easing the oxygen out as his mind drifted further and
further away.

“Now!”
The door popped open. Rian jerked awake and a rope net fell

over his form. Men, there were men in his room and this sure as hell
wasn’t a fantasy. They pulled the net tight over his body until he
could barely move and then the end of a gun aimed for his chest.
Clarence held it. His eyes squinted and his smile turned to a frown.

“What’s going on? What the hell are you doing?”
“Protecting our future,” Clarence said.
The butt of a gun rammed against his skull and sent

shockwaves throughout his head. Crazy folk images soon faded away
and Rian lay unconscious.

****
What the hell was that smell? Rian wrinkled his nose. He

squinted as pain swarmed his head. Memories came flooding back as
his eyes popped open. The stench was apparently a dank, dark
basement with cell bars and enough mildew to kill someone slowly.
He sat up with a groan and glanced around.

Dark? Check.
Creepy dripping sound? Check.
Scared enough to piss his pants? Check.
Yep, he was now in a horror movie. He knew that sign was too

good to be true. Heaven, his ass. Rian shuffled to his feet. It seemed

there were two cells, an empty one across from his and a small hall
that led to stairs. That had to be the way out.

Surviving nearly two years of bullshit and now he gets capture

by a bunch of fucking town folk. He growled at himself and carefully
walked to the bars. His head still thumped painfully with every
heartbeat and the floor was slippery with what he hoped was water.

“We do not take kindly to liars.”
Rian knew that voice. He frowned and out from the darkness

came the psycho leader. “Why am I in a cell?” He tried to stay calm
and get a grip on the situation. Rian just needed a little slip and an
advantage. He’d run like the wind and never look back. That’s what
he did best.

“You lied, that is why you’re in there.”
“Lied about what?” Rian played stupid, an ache beginning

above his right eye.

“That Outlaw did not threaten your life…” Clarence trailed off

and remained silent.

Technically, Outlaw did. “The gun was pointed at me. I did

feel my life was in danger.” He pressed closer to the bars. A few more
steps and he could grab this guy.

Clarence grinned, but it was creepiest fucking grin Rian had

ever seen. “That is why you’re here. You lied about his threat. The
reason you’ll be dying soon is because you are an abomination.”

“Whoa, who said anything about dying?” Rian’s chest pressed

against the cold bars, his breath hitching. What the hell was this guy
talking about?

“Did you think no one would see? Did you think we would let

a disgusting addition to the human race remain in our midst? You will
be sacrificed to our all mighty creator.”

“Sacrificed?” Calm fled.
Clarence stepped forward, still inches from Rian’s grasp.

“You kissed Outlaw.”

The room seemed to shrink, the darkness seemed to grow and

Rian hissed out a breath. “You’re a homophobe?” He whispered the
words.

“If you will not repopulate the earth with a female then you

will be sacrificed to our lord,” Clarence said calmly. “Pray, my son,
because soon we will bring you to the volcano and your fate.”

Rian heard the soft footfalls as Clarence left. Sacrifice,

volcano, death, it was all too much for him to wrap his brain around.
He couldn’t die; he didn’t want to die. Maybe they were bluffing.
Where were they going to find a volcano around here anyway? The
closest one was, what, Florida? The last time he checked they didn’t
have boats stashed around the town to get there.

Rian slumped to the ground. The forbidden kiss with Outlaw

had been great but not at the expensive of his life. This must have
been what Martha was afraid of. The cowardly gay man found
himself in a town at the end of the world ruled by homophobes.
Didn’t it just figure? Lady luck was a bitch. He laid his head against
the bars. The only option he had was when they transported him.
There had to be a ride involved to get to wherever they were going to
sacrifice him. If he could take advantage, maybe have them drop their
guard, he might be able to escape. That sketchy plan was better than
praying.

Rian stood and started to check the cell for potential weapons

or pieces of brick or even a stick. Something for an advantage.
Coming up empty, he cringed and returned to the dry spot near the
cell door. Maybe he could pry it open. He jiggled it. Tugging and
pushing led nowhere so he sat back down as his sight began to blur.
Yeah, he was ready to cry. He was the coward and now that he was
backed into a corner, there was nothing else to do but pitch a hissy fit
like a fucking girl. A sound broke Rian’s pity party. It was a scrape,
subtle but distinguished. Maybe Martha had come to save him. He
shoved off the floor and to his feet. His eyes darted back and forth in
the darkness.

“Someone’s been a bad boy…”
Rian gasped. He knew that voice, the accent that haunted his

fantasies and sent his dick into action. “Outlaw?” Saved by the sexy
man himself, wouldn’t that be fit for a romance novel?

“I told you not to trust them,” he whispered.
From the darkness came the epitome of sexy. “Didn’t exactly

explain it, did you?” Rian kept his voice low but his tone was raspy.
There were psychotic people trying to sacrifice him and he was
thinking with his dick. He was ashamed, almost.

Outlaw growled and moved to the cell door.
That sound sent a shiver down his spine and straight into his

erection. Rian’s dick grew against the material of his jeans and began

pressing uncomfortably against the zipper. The door clicked and was
silent as it swung open. Holy hell, he wasn’t going to die! “I owe
you,” he said and stepped out into freedom.

A light came on in the stairs and a door slammed open.
“Shit,” Rian blurted.
Outlaw grabbed his arm and pulled him into the dark corners

of the basement. His warm body pressed against Rian’s back and a
muscular arm wrapped around his waist. “Hush.” The word was
whispered into Rian’s ear and they both went silent.

A young man came down the steps. He was grumbling to

himself as he went into another door, which looked like a storage
room. Rian tilted back slightly, fear eating at his hold on reality. What
if they were caught? What if they had to fight? He wanted to push the
guy into the room and run for it. His breath was short, quick gasps
and they sounded in the quiet room.

“Calm. Down.” Outlaw’s lips pressed against Rian’s earlobe

as he spoke.

Rian tried, he really did but strength was not his strong suit.

He gripped the arm around his waist, ready to bolt like a rabbit. If
there was no one upstairs, he could probably make it.

Outlaw pressed closer.
Rian’s thoughts ceased. He felt the distinct feel of a hard cock

against his hip. A well endowed, ready for action bulge pressed
harder. Outlaw shifted his hips slightly and his tongue swiped against
Rian’s earlobe.

“Calm.” The word was said on a soft breath.
Well, he stopped thinking about escape. Rian’s mind went

lower, right between his legs where his balls tightened. The
unexpected guest rummaged around nosily. He came back out without
a glance toward the cells and continued up the steps. The light clicked
off and they were submerged back into darkness. “Thanks,” he
whispered. If it weren’t for Outlaw they’d be done for. Rian felt the
smile against his neck. Those lips pressed firmly and he swallowed
hard.

Outlaw pulled away and Rian almost sighed with the loss.

Their hands locked, fingers twined and Rian was led toward the last
cell in the basement. Here there was a window with the bars pried
loose and the night air whistling in. It was grimy but low and in

seconds, Rian was breathing fresh night air. He waited, eyes alert
while Outlaw joined him and together they darted between houses.

Farther and farther they moved away from danger and

becoming a fucking sacrifice. By the time they got to the end of the
houses, the sun was just about to rise. The horizon was lit with
beautiful hues of orange and yellow. Rian glanced at it briefly then
back to Outlaw’s backside. This escape couldn’t have gone better. He
got free of homophobic bastards and got to stare at a nice, tight ass.
The ass in question stopped and Rian plowed right into him. “Sorry,”
he whispered. Outlaw lifted his brow as he turned. A corner of his lips
was lifted. In seconds, Outlaw grabbed a handful of Rian’s shirt,
pulled him close and kissed him. It was a wild, crazy kiss, but the
same as in that field. Precious and delicate like he was kissing the
petals of a blooming flower. When Outlaw pulled away, Rian curled
his toes.

“Get in the car.”

Rian looked and finally saw the vehicle, a small four door in black
with no doors and no license plates. He jumped in, the missing door
making the action quicker, and Rian licked his lips as they pulled
away from the town.

Freedom was a beautiful thing.

An Erotic, Naked Hell…

“Why did you save me?” Rian was honestly curious. He

wasn’t exactly handsome and the glasses did not make him look
smart.

“No one should die because they’re gay,” Outlaw stated

simply, and then added, “Besides, you’re too handsome to let them
sacrifice you.”

Rian blushed, an honest to God blush. He didn’t know how to

answer that. There was a small nod and he looked out the window. If
his cock got any harder, it would bust out the damn zipper. He shifted
uncomfortably in the seat. “Is that what happened to you? I mean,
since you’re hanging around bothering them you must have once been
in the town.” At least, that’s the only explanation that made sense.

Outlaw kept his eyes on the dusty deserted road as they made

their way out of the town. “They tried to kill me once.” He took one
hand off the wheel and lifted up his shirt.

Rian first noted the six-pack and the treasure trail of light

brown hair that led into his jeans. Then he noticed the wicked looking
scar that marred his tanned flesh. It started by his hip and curved
down toward the appendage Rian was thinking on. When the shirt
lowered, he glanced at Outlaw’s face and the small grin.

“You can look longer when we get out of here.”
Rian’s mouth opened but no sound came out. Hell yes he

wanted to look more and touch, find sensitive spots to lick. Of course,
that would be more forward than he’d ever been in his life. “Thanks.”
The word blurted from his mouth and Rian cringed. Why couldn’t he
come out with something sexy and feisty? Damn it, he was never
going to get laid again. Outlaw drove them toward an old dilapidated
farmhouse. Thick trees that were green with the summer season
surrounded it. “Where are we going?” He preferred to hear California
or New York or even Canada.

“I’ve been hiding out in the basement for the past year.” He

pulled the car through the driveway, past a collection of broken bikes
and into a garage. The doors closed behind them and Rian gulped
loudly as darkness filled his vision. Something brushed his arm and
he yelped, jerking toward the door.

A husky laugh filled the interior of the car. Lights click on and

Outlaw put the remote back into the center console of the car. “You’re
jumpy, mate.”

“Yeah, well, being sacrificed and kissed in the same day has

messed with my nerves.” Rian rolled his eyes. He pulled the door
open quickly, stepping out as another deep chuckle radiated from the
sexy brunette.

“A little kiss got you all riled up?” Outlaw asked as he exited

the car. “You seemed to like showing off your goods in that mirror.”

Rian stilled, his body stiff as a tree trunk.
“I wonder what else will get you all jumpy…”
Fingers brushed the back of his neck and Rian turned to face

him. “I didn’t know you were at the window.” Rian liked it, really
liked it, and wanted to say that.

“Mmm, but I still liked watching you grab your dick.” Outlaw

leaned closer, their breaths mingling.

Rian bit his bottom lip. Say something sexy, say something

smooth. “Yeah, thanks.” At that verbal mess, Rian cringed. He
sounded like a fool. Great, he was a foolish, geeky coward. This was
it. He was going to ask the sexy bad boy to get naked with him.
“Outlaw, will you…”

“Outlaw?” He chuckled. “Drake, my name’s Drake.”
“Oh.” Well, hell. “Rian.” He felt like a fool again. Outlaw

smiled wide, and the sight still made Rian’s breath catch.

“Come on, mate.” He walked to the door, opened it and

stepped through.

Rian found himself in a one-bedroom apartment-like place

with a kitchen and bathroom with a blissfully big bathtub. He glanced
around. It was cozy, though a few stray weeds had managed to pop
through the cracks in the foundation. It smelled vaguely of pine and
something musky. So, this was where Outlaw, no, Drake lived.

“This is home base,” he said as if he was reading Rian’s mind.
“It’s better than the cell,” Rian quipped and was secretly

pleased when Drake grinned.

“I should hope so.” He put down the big duffel bag that was

on his shoulder. It landed with a rather heavy thud against the cement
floor.

“So you live here,” Rian added like a mindless idiot.

“For now.” He pulled a gun from his waist and set it on the

lopsided, wooden kitchen table. “I have to destroy that town.” He
glanced up, his face a puzzle of thoughts.

Rian nodded, understanding, but he sure didn’t want to stick

around for that. “It would be safer to run.” He muttered but it was low
and he turned so his voice would be muffled. Rian was in the middle
of a war that he did not intend to fight in.

“Running is for cowards,” Drake said, his lips thinning with

his dark tone. “They have killed nearly ten men so far. Innocent men
and I will stop them.” He leaned down and started untying a black
boot.

“How’re you going to do that? They have guns and numbers.”

Rian watched, his voice trailing off as Drake’s muscles bunched and
flexed. He looked away. The only way to appear more pathetic was if
he came in his pants. By the way his dick pressed against the zipper,
any movement might trigger that messy bliss.

Drake pulled off his boot and revealed a gray sock with a hole.

His pale big toe stuck out from the group. “I’ve dented them so far,
but nothing seems to take them down for good.” He began untying the
other boot. “I can’t get close enough to kill Clarence. Not with a rifle
and handguns, anyway.” He tugged the boot free. This sock was
whole. “I’ll get him eventually. One of these days he’ll show his
fucking head and I’ll blow it off.”

The violence was disturbing but Rian didn’t notice as Drake

pulled his shirt over his head. A tanned chest took his focus. It was
scattered lightly with light brown hair, flat nipples and that jagged
scar. He had a six-pack and the jeans were low on his hips. Rian
jerked his gaze away and wiped at his chin, afraid he was drooling.
Drake was the definition of sexy. Rian glanced away and stared at a
beige couch with too many mismatched pillows.

“I told you, you can look, mate.” Drake’s voice was like sweet

syrup and something creaked.

Rian turned to see that Drake had moved next to him. That

tantalizing chest was close enough to touch. Rian managed to smile
and leaned forward. He was going to take initiative. This was it. It
was time to start something to deal with this erection and the growing
feelings that went against his better judgment. Rian’s lips zeroed in on
Drake. Only a few inches away Drake turned toward the door. Rian
kissed air and quickly caught himself before he fell.

Drake looked back, concern knit his brows. “I’m just going to

shower. I smell like dirt.”

“Okay,” Rian stuttered. He kept the fake smile plastered on

until Drake went into the other room. It was small and Rian suddenly
realized there was no door. He watched, shocked and excited as Drake
unzipped his jeans. They slid down his legs and landed with a thwack
on the tile. Rian puffed out air from his lips. Drake was naked. That
tight ass in view and those perfectly round globes looked fucking
delectable. His lips moved but no sound come out. Holy hell, that ass
was sexy enough to lick for hours on end.

Drake stepped into the standing shower. He turned the knobs

and a spray of water rushed over his body.

Rian was in hell. An erotic, naked hell as he watched Drake

stand beneath the spray. He pushed his glasses farther up his nose,
lips parted, and then he groaned. The sight was too much to bear. He
reached down and cupped his aching crotch.

Drake also reached down, his hand sliding over wet flesh to

reach between his legs but Rian couldn’t see. He wanted to know
what that well endowed cock looked like. Was he circumcised? Was
he wide? Was Drake’s cock as long as it felt against Rian’s leg? He
took a step forward, his head angling to try to get a better look. Did he
shave or go all-natural?

“So, did you go with them by chance or was your very nice

Corvette heading that way?”

He was talking. Drake wanted to have a conversation while he

washed his dick? Rian wanted to groan, but instead he answered. “I
was heading out of the city toward the coast and my car was
swallowed.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” Drake moved his hands back to his

chest, the water making a cascading waterfall against his flesh.

“Thanks for that, saving my life. Again.” Rian lifted his brow.

“You saved me twice now.”

“I’m a regular hero.” He turned his head and grinned.
Rian let go of his crotch and tried to look natural. Yeah, just

standing there watching Drake shower like it was a normal
occurrence. Epic fail. Drake looked him over, head to toe, and a smile
formed on his beautiful face. “Why?” Rian managed to ask. The
question nagged him. Why did this sexy bad boy save him, the geeky
coward, not once but twice?

“Why what, mate?” He dipped his head under the water. The

longish brown hair darkened from the soaking.

“There are no more heroes and yet you saved me. Why?” Rian

took a step forward, trying successfully to keep his hands away from
the raging erection in his jeans. Drake turned and Rian’s breath
caught. Sexy didn’t even begin to describe this man naked. He was all
muscle and tanned skin. There was a trail of light brown hair that led
to his jutting cock. The stunning dick was long with an impressive
width and beautifully cut. The end was dripping with water and
slightly red. Drake’s balls were tight to his body. His thighs were
columns that led toward heaven. Rian couldn’t move. He was all for
walking to Drake and sucking that cock down but his feet refused to
work. Not even a word came from his parted lips.

“What’s the matter, mate, cat got your tongue?” Drake

grinned.

A cat, yes, but what Rian wanted was that hard penis in his

mouth against his tongue. Drake stepped out of the shower. Water
dripped onto the cement as he walked. His cock bobbed with each
step and Rian couldn’t bring his eyes away from it. He swallowed
hard.

“Or maybe I should get your tongue,” Drake whispered and

came forward.

Rian couldn’t speak, his feet rooted to the ground as Drake

leaned over and pressed his lips to Rian’s. Their lips instantly parted.
This was not a kiss: this was a claiming.

Tongues collided and made

sweet love but all too quickly, Drake pulled away. Rian held onto his
shoulders, palms slipping from the moisture. Why did he stop? Did he
want a blowjob? Rian was all too happy to lower to his knees and
taste him.

“Your turn.” Drake had a distinct bad boy smile going on.
It made Rian shiver. “My turn?”
Drake chuckled. “For the shower.”
Oh. “Oh.” Rian nodded. Okay, he could do this. He stepped

forward and walked all the way to the shower before turning around.
This was easy. He’d fucked men before, of course no one as hot and
not for a few years. Between work and school, it had been a dry spell
and then the virus left sex a dream. Rian kept his glasses on and
pulled his shirt off. He managed to grab his flat nipples and pinch
without chickening out. That was a good sign. Rian unbuttoned his

jeans and tried to lower the zipper all sexy like. He went slow. The
metal scraped at his cock and he howled like a girl. Rian pulled the
material away from his cock and hissed at the stupid zipper while a
chuckle reached his ears.

Drake stood and walked toward him. “Be very careful, mate. I

want to play with that.” He reached down and carefully opened
Rian’s jeans.

They fell to the floor and his cock sprang loose. He wasn’t as

big as Drake but he had a good-sized endowment. Drake licked his
lips but moved away. Did he not like the one-eyed snake currently
looking at him? Or did he not like uncircumcised bits? Rian nibbled
on his bottom lip, feeling rejected.

“Go on, mate.”
Oh right, the shower. Kinky. Rian stepped into the room and

right under the spray. It was warm and made his skin tingle from the
pressure. He turned away from Drake, showing his ass, which wasn’t
as tight. He wiggled it and it brought laughter from Drake’s lips. The
sound was deep, but pleasing to the ears.

“You wiggle it, sexy…” Drake said.
Rian felt that stupid grin on his face. Damn right, he was

going to wiggle his ass. He shifted his hips, mimicking thrusting his
dick, while the water cleaned his flesh. When he turned to face Drake,
he gripped his cock. Pumping the appendage with a fierceness he
hadn’t felt in a long time, Rian felt sexy. This wasn’t about survival.
This was about two men and the pleasure between.

“Gorgeous.” The single word was a whisper from Drake’s

lips.

Rian grinned. He stepped from the shower, his hair now

plastered to his head and neck. There were a few quick steps to Drake,
who now sat bare assed on the couch. Rian shifted to his knees,
caressing his cock before lowering. He crawled to that couch with a
serious waggle. Then he tripped up and landed face first on the
cement.

“Oh shit.” Drake was up in an instant, his arms wrapping

around Rian to help him to his feet.

“Damn it.” Rian wanted to disappear into the couch. How the

hell could he trip over a flat surface? It was a fucking skill being able
to do that! He wiped at the blood that dripped from his chin. Drake

handed him a towel and Rian reluctantly placed it against his nose.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.

Drake grinned. “That’s some talent.” Rian lifted his brow.

“Tripping while looking sexy as hell.”

“Oh…”
Lowering to his knees, Drake’s hands landed on Rian’s thighs

and squeezed. “So sexy. Wiggle for me, mate.”

Rian did. He shifted his hips and his exposed cock shifted

back and forth. Drake lowered, his lips wrapping around Rian’s cock.
In one motion, Drake took the entire length into his mouth. Rian
bucked. “Fuck.” His cock jerked free and he threw the towel, gripping
a handful of wet brown hair. Drake took the dick back in his mouth.
He swirled his tongue and suckled with vigor. Rian groaned. The
feeling of that tongue and wet throat was ambrosia, an aphrodisiac.
His breaths were wild gasps and he tried his best to keep from
begging.

Drake pulled free of Rian’s cock. “Turn over, mate. I want

that ass.” He pulled back slightly.

Rian lowered so his knees were on the floor, his body bending

over the edge of the couch. His ass was vulnerable with his balls and
cock hanging and ready for more attention. Drake’s fingers ran over
Rian’s ass. The digits were light, tickling his flesh. He gasped,
wiggled again, and Drake began to pump his hanging cock. Up and
down, over and over, then Rian felt the penetration of a single finger.
It pressed into his rear entrance and probed. Gentle at first, easy
entrance, testing and then Drake shoved two fingers deep. Rian heard
a spit, felt the warm moisture hit his asshole.

“Mate, stop me now if you don’t want this.” Drake gave a

final warning.

“Yes. Want. Now.” Rian was proud he could say three words.

He wanted sex with Drake. “My bad boy outlaw,” Rian said with a
grin. He lowered his head, his cheek pressing against the couch
cushion. The hard, impenetrable object touched his hole and pressed
forward, widening his ass. “Yes.” Too many years had passed since
this amazing pleasure. Rian needed it. Now. He wanted it right
fucking now. Rian pushed back, sending the cock a few inches
deeper.

“Oh fuck, mate, your ass is like fucking a virgin,” Drake said

from behind him. He hissed out a breath and pushed further.

The black rimmed glasses fell from Rian’s face and landed on

a nearby pillow that was thrown free from their movements. Drake’s
cock penetrated deeper. Rian cried out, the dick went farther and then
he felt the slap of balls. Drake was in, and holy hell, he felt so fucking
full. Rian squeezed and groaned as Drake pulled free only to go deep
again. They started a rhythm, a dance of bodies. They were groaning
into the quiet room, the shower still running, their bodies misted with
sweat. Drake thrust with every breath. They were all deep and faster
with every passing heartbeat. His hands gripped Rian’s hips, fingers
digging into his flesh, and the pain added more height to his pleasure.

Drake moaned loud and long as his cock came.
Rian grabbed his own cock, stroking violently until the same

burst of semen shot forth. His body became a conductor of ecstasy as
Drake finished pumping and held still. When the last slivers of
pleasure left Rian’s body, he dropped his cock and collapsed onto the
couch. He winced then groaned as Drake’s cock slowly slid free of his
ass. Together they shifted to the couch, lying in each other’s arms as
the shower continued to create a waterfall-like melody.

****
Rian felt sore in all the right places. He shifted, a smile

forming on his face at the feel of the warm body beneath him. He
turned his head and pressed a kiss to Drake’s nipple. He laved the flat
bud until a gasp echoed.

“Naughty,” Drake said. His voice was gruff.
Rian nodded, his teeth closing around the nipple. The soft

cock against his leg began to harden. “My outlaw.” He thought of the
word fondly. This was something more than a passing sex partner
was. Rian felt it in his gut, in his soul. This was something more. This
was a lover to keep. “Good afternoon,” Rian said. A pain began in his
nose and he reached up to touch it. It was sore and a little swollen.
Great way to wake up on their first night of intimacy.

“Mm, ’ello, mate.” Drake placed a chaste kiss against Rian’s

forehead. “How’s your nose?”

Rian grinned. “As sore as my ass.” He shifted, straddling

Drake’s irresistible body. Their cocks touched, both growing as the
minutes ticked by.

“Poor baby, I’ll have to use your mouth today.” Drake reached

down, his fingers wrapping around Rian’s cock and stroking.

The touch was gentle, a caress rather than a sexual act.

Although Rian’s dick disagreed and hardened to its full potential. “I
want to taste you,” he said, shifting back slightly so Drake had better
access.

“Good, ’cause I want to fuck that sweet mouth.”
An explosion rocked the quiet room that smelled of sex. Rian

fell sideways off Drake and the outlaw jumped over him as another
detonation rang out. Something was in pieces and flying from the
window with serious speed. Rian panicked. He pushed against
Drake’s naked chest but couldn’t get him to budge. When the sound
faded, Drake was off him and diving for the kitchen.

The guns.
Rian rolled to his hands and knees, crawling in that direction.

A cold hard object pressed against the back of his head and he stilled.
He glanced up, his heart hammering. It was a gun. He knew this as his
eyes connected with Drake’s. Rian got his first and probably only
bout of courage. “At least I got to have sex with you,” he said loud
enough for Drake to hear and then he kicked back. His bare foot
connected, someone grunted, and the gun went off.

Rian ducked and held himself against the floor and squeezed

his eyes shut. The pain never came.

“Get off the fucking floor!” Drake yelled.
Rian opened his eyes, saw Drake standing there with the gun

and hauled ass into the kitchen. He only made it a few steps before
another shot rang out and Drake flew back into the counter. “No!”
Pain seared through his heart and soul at the sight. Rian maneuvered
to his feet, leaped and landed beside Drake. Rian pulled his lover
behind the counter and out of anyone’s trigger sight.

“Now who’s the hero?” Drake muttered.
Rian looked down. His lover’s arm was bleeding but he was

otherwise intact. Rian thanked every god he knew of as the noises
around them quieted.

“You only have one choice. Surrender.” Clarence’s voice

boomed through the room.

“That fucking bastard.” Rian grabbed the gun. It went off

instantly and blew a hole in the nearest cabinet.

“Fuck,” Drake blurted and grabbed the gun. “Where did you

learn to shoot a gun, mate?”

Rian winced. “Sorry.” He glanced down, away and caught

sight of Drake’s erection. Damn, if they only had the time.

“You heathens. You’re the devil’s minions and you must not

be allowed to continue to sin. Surrender. Give your soul to God.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Rian rolled his eyes. This

guy was seriously off his rocker. He spotted his glasses on the floor,
reached out and placed them on. “What do we do?”

Drake pressed his lips together and blew out a hard breath.

“We’re pinned.” He held the gun tight in his hand but it was facing
the floor.

“I am not dying because of some nut job who hates gays,”

Rian said matter-of-factly.

Drake held the gun in the air and threw it over the counter.

“They want to sacrifice us. We’ll have one chance to get free.”

Rian’s eyes went wide. “We can’t give up. They’ll kill us.”

The assholes in question came around the counter, guns drawn. Rian
held up his hands, shifting so his dick was partially hidden. This was
so not how he planned to spend his morning after great sex.

Sacrifice…

Rian stood naked with his hands bound by rope, staring at an

equally naked and bound Drake. They were on the street, in the town
with the sun shining down like a fucking blessing. The wind was short
bursts of warm air and it caressed his flesh delicately. “I survived on
my own for years,” Rian said quietly. “The minute I stop running, I’m
tied to my naked lover heading for some sacrificial volcano.”

“It could be worse, mate, you could be alone,” Drake said just

as quiet.

A crowd was gathering around them. Vicious, violent slurs

were yelled and one kid threw a rock that hit Rian in the hip. Drake’s
arm had stopped bleeding. The dry blood marred his flesh and part of
his torso. They were gawked at, poked at with a blunt stick and Rian
kept hoping they wouldn’t go for his ass with that stick. He planned to
go all wild banshee until they shot him. There was no coming back
from being raped by a stick, Rian thought. He leaned closer to Drake,
“I’d rather be all alone. Then you’d be out there finding a way to set
me free.” He moved back, frowning and squinting.

“We finally have Outlaw!” Clarence’s voice cut through the

crowd and everyone hushed eerily. “The heathens are in our grasp.”
He fisted the air and came closer. “Today we will go to God’s
volcano. We will throw them into the dark portal to hell and be saved
by our lord.”

“And then a furry alien will come down and bring you all

home with him to fucking Mars,” Rian belted out. Panic and nerves
set in. Rian was ready to piss his pants, if he’d been wearing pants,
and wondered briefly, if they’d believe he’d seen the light to become
straight.

Clarence made the sign of the cross. “God will reward us.”
“God preaches tolerance, love, compassion,” Drake stated.

“This is murder and stupidity.”

Rian shuffled back then forward. They had to run. Maybe

together they’d make it out of the village. If they could just get to a
gun, they’d have a good chance.

“To the volcano!” Clarence yelled.
The crowd cheered, Rian cried out and Drake spat at them.

This was it. He was going to die. Die by a fucking volcano. Rian sure
as hell hadn’t seen that coming. He was pushed into a car, sitting next

to Drake who reached over and squeezed his hand. What did that
mean? Be strong? Be patient? Or kiss his ass goodbye?

“Calm.” Drake mouthed the word.
Rian showed him his teeth in a mock growl and looked back

to the window. They were driving out of town. Two cars filled with
haters before them and one car behind them. Escape seemed
impossible and futile.

Rian’s thoughts were a range of emotions as they drove back

the way he originally came. They passed abandoned houses and a few
destroyed cars. It had to have been a full ten minutes before he saw it.
“A fucking volcano.” The words were dry. He couldn’t believe what
his eyes were staring at. There was a hill, a large, crested hill that was
nearly thirty or forty feet in height. At the top were rough edges, cliffs
of rock and what looked like the top of a fucking volcano.
“Seriously?” He glanced at the blue sky, talking to whoever resided
there. “Death by volcano!”

The cars stopped. Trees and a deserted gas station were all that

surrounded them. Oh, and a fucking volcano that had black smoke
billowing from the center. Rian took a deep, not in the least calming,
breath. The door opened, a man pulled him free and he heard Drake
curse as he was pulled out. He couldn’t think as they climbed the side
of it. Dirt crunched beneath his bare feet. It was warm, like it had
been in the direct sun for days. A hand pushed at his back despite the
continued effort to go slow. There had to be a plan. What could they
do to get free? He just needed to stop and think for a moment.
Unfortunately, that moment was turning into minutes and the top of
the volcano was coming closer. Would Clarence believe he’d seen the
horror of his wicked ways and was ready to impregnate a female?
Rian glanced down at his swinging cock. Not likely. A rumble began
under his feet. It shifted right across and made the ground tremble.

“God is pleased!” Clarence rejoiced.
“That would be seismic tremor and that is not a good thing,”

Rian said. He glanced at Drake, eyes wide. Things were getting worse
by the second.

“You will be sacrificed. The faithful will inherit God’s new

world.”

“Not here they won’t.” Rian struggled with his bonds. “That

ground shaking means this thing is active. It popped up in the middle

of the field for a reason. This. Is. Going. To. Blow.” He stopped,
stood firm against the next shove to go forward.

“We will be saved,” Clarence preached.
“We will be burned alive,” Rian retorted, panic evident in his

shaky voice.

“We will escape,” Drake said and slammed his elbow into the

man holding his arm. Blood splattered out and he leaped down. His
naked body rolled over rough dirt and he disappeared into a gathering
of dead trees.

“Damn it! Get him!” Clarence screamed orders.
Four men ran off. Rian winced as a brute gripped his arms and

dug his fingers in. Drake was free. Well, he was out there. He was
being chase by men with guns while his wrists were tied together.
“Fuck.” Rian pulled at the man holding him, but he had no idea how
to elbow someone. He could kick, scratch and punch but it wouldn’t
be a mosquito bite to this big guy that held him. Another rumble shot
across the ground quick as lightning.

More smoke began to bellow from the crater-like top. It was

black and acrid, filling the clear sky and drowning out the warmth of
the sun’s rays. This was not good. This was really, really fucking bad.
Rian glanced back to the trees where Drake disappeared. The trees
were dead. His lips parted. They were bare of leaves despite the
summer weather. He glanced around, seeing that all the trees around
there were barren, and he spotted a few spots where smoke sputtered
from the ground. “It’s ready,” he mumbled.

“What?” the guy behind him asked with a frown.
“Listen to me. This volcano is going to blow. The trees are

dead from of carbon dioxide gas release from the magma beneath us.
The wildlife probably scattered from the area days ago. Have you
seen squirrels? Deer?” The man wasn’t listening, so he looked away.
No one was listening. Rian screamed, “It’s going to explode!” He
grunted as a fist slammed against his injured hip. “You fucking inbred
assholes.” Rian was done with quiet. He needed to act and fast.
“You’re so stupid you can’t see what’s right in front of your own two
eyes. It’s a fucking volcano. They explode, lava, acid rain, clouds so
thick you can’t breathe.” Another rumble, this one was longer,
stronger and Rian’s feet were shaking as he tried to keep his balance.

“It is a sign. Quick, get him into it,” Clarence ordered. “Find

the other one!”

Rian fought against the arms pushing him up the hill but it was

no use. He was tied, tired and out of fucking luck. The ground shifted,
and a violent toss sent all of them falling to the dirt. Rian instantly
crawled away. He fought the wild tremor as the very land beneath his
feet shook. A loud burst echoed and a plume of black smoke rushed
from the top of the volcano. He moved faster, rocks cutting into his
knees and palms. Rian had to get free. He had to find Drake, steal a
car and haul ass. A gunshot sounded, it pinged against the dirt beside
his head.

“Stop the heathen.”
Another gunshot, Rian turned over, his soft cock flopping

against his thigh. A pointy rock bit into his ass cheek as he caught
sight of Clarence. The man held a gun. Mr. I-don’t-touch-guns, I’m-a-
man-of-God, psycho-fucking-path was aiming the gun at Rian’s head.

It fired.
No, another gun fired. Blood sprouted on Clarence’s shirt and

his plain brown eyes went wide. “But…” He said the word, stuttering
as his legs collapsed. The two men beside him went down next.
Quick, efficient and without a fuss.

Rian stared back to the trees where Drake stood, a gun in

hand, a smile on his face and an erection between his legs.

Then the volcano blew.

The Volcano…

The explosion knocked Drake to his feet and sent Rian rolling

further down the hill. He covered his dick with his hands and just
went with the spin. The ground shook and he heard the violent tear of
earth separating. Heat gusted over his skin as he shifted to his knees.
Lava was bubbling at the top of the crater. He could see it spit and
sizzle just beyond the rocky edge.

“Time to go,” Drake said as he rushed forward.
Rian jumped to his feet. He ran. The skin on his feet getting

cut by rocks, prodded by pebbles, but he kept up with Drake. They
made it to the car. Drake shoved the door open and reached for the
ignition, only there weren’t any keys. Rian ran around the car as
Drake pulled the wires free and attempted to hot-wire it. He glanced
back. Red, hot liquid began to hit the rim of the crater and it
collapsed. “It’s coming,” he said as panic brought his voice to an all-
time high.

“Working on it,” Drake muttered.
Rian jumped into the car. Lava flowed quickly down the slope

and another quake rocked the earth. The car shifted and jerked.
Another hole opened up a few feet away and that burning liquid
pumped up to puddle, widening.

The car started.
Rian held on as Drake stepped on the gas. “What’s the

probability of us—” He swerved the car to avoid one of Clarence’s
idiot men. “—outrunning lava?”

Rian shrugged his shoulders, twisted to watch the lava chase

them. “How should I know? Not fucking good.”

Drake pressed harder on the pedal. The car flew forward and

kicked up dirt as they reached the main road. “We escaped them,
didn’t we?”

“Yes!” Rian yelled. Another quake, and the lava flowed

generously, spreading wider and farther quickly.

“We killed Clarence?”
“Yes.” Why the hell was Drake talking? He should be

concentrating on driving.

“We made love.”
“Yes.” Rian looked at him.

“And I plan to do that again. So put your seatbelt on and hang

on to your fucking dick.” Drake yelled the last word.

An explosion. Rian saw it in the mirror. Half of the hill busted

open and sprayed on the surrounding area. He gasped, sweat misting
his back, as the heat was insane. His breaths were heavy gulps of air.
Rian reached over and placed his hand on Drake’s thigh. He squeezed
the column and pulled the seatbelt over his form. Seconds passed,
then minutes, and the lava flow seemed to be moving with a mind of
its own. “We have to get Martha then drive uphill. The lava’s going to
head down and toward water.”

Drake muttered something then spun the wheel.
Their tires ate up the road quickly. The town was close. He

could see the roofs and the dark, menacing cloud above them spread.
They only had minutes to get Martha and flee. If that. The ground
shook again. They entered the town and Rian hadn’t seen such chaos
since the virus outbreak. People were scattered in the street. Some
were in their cars driving away, some were in clusters praying and
others were running around screaming. Another quake struck and a
few buildings crumbled as walls buckled and collapsed. “Martha!”
Rian yelled out the window. Maybe she already left. “Martha?” The
car pulled up to the house. Part of the roof was hanging off the side of
the wall.

“Rian?” a timid voice answered. Martha shuffled out the door

holding her generous breasts.

“Get in!” Rian yelled as another rumble came from below the

earth. The sun was gone, the sky darkened and the air was thickening
with sulfur. Ash began to fall, gray snow-like flakes floating down to
the ground as Martha ran for the car. She wasn’t graceful but she was
fast and the moment she closed the back door Drake hit the gas. They
swerved past the praying, cut off the fleeing and drove out of the
town. They didn’t head east like a few of the other cars or south
toward Florida. Drake steered them north. He jumped a curb, broke
all the former driving laws and was on the wrong side of the road.
Screaming and collapsing buildings faded into the distance. The air
began to clear as Rian glanced back. There was smoke in the sky but
he couldn’t see anything else. They were free and they were safe.
Rian leaned over and pressed his lips to Drake’s cheek. “You’re one
hell of a driver.”

“Damn right,” Drake said with a smile.

“You okay, Martha?” She nodded but remained silent. Her

cheeks were stained with ash and tears.

“You okay, mate?” Drake slowed the car and reached over. He

casually touched Rian’s bare thigh, but Drake’s fingertips purposely
grazed his cock. They were still naked, erections growing between
their legs.

“I am now,” Rian answered, his panic gone, his breath normal,

his cock growing harder as the seconds passed. They actually made it.
He sat back, those fingers still sneaking a few touches against the
silky skin of Rian’s dick.

They drove on, away from the volcano that nearly took their

lives. The sun was beginning to set, the colors pink and purple
lighting the clear sky in front of them. Rian grinned. “It’s like those
old cowboy movies or romance novels.”

Drake seemed to understand and smiled. “Riding off into the

sunset.”

Rian glanced at his outlaw lover. “Living happily ever after.”

The End

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