It had been a few weeks since Jonah joined up with the BPS. Being the way he was, this was the only hope he would ever have of being employed. Even if it meant being on the run from the cops, he would just have to take it. He had to get money to eat somehow.
It wasn’t all bad. Jonah liked his crew, kind of. Sarah was nice to him, almost motherly. Her main job was to manage things from afar, for whatever reason avoiding doing any outside work. She ran their website and was essentially in charge of their PR. But she spent most of her time trying to get Adam in line.
That guy was a pain in the ass, always wanting to go off and do his own thing. Jonah tried talking to him a few times, but every attempt ended the same. The guy could not carry a conversation, at all. Socially inept, way too blunt, and Jonah could swear he was devoid of all emotion. There was nothing to talk to him about, as if he had no hobbies or interests outside of their “job”, which he took as seriously as a heart attack. The dude also apparently had no fear, because as much as he seemed to believe in all this paranormal bullshit, he still went into these “haunted” houses and stayed in them overnight. Hanging out with him had its perks, though; Jonah sometimes found it funny to tease him, just to see if he could get a reaction. Rarely worked, but when it did, it was funny to see him get irritated.
Then there was Sarah’s older brother, Mark. Jonah couldn’t help but notice how protective Sarah was of him. He was pretty much reduced to a “bus driver” (or more accurately, the van driver), though he would sometimes work with Jonah in analyzing the camera feed and keeping all the equipment working. Usually, the poor dude looked bored out of his mind. Not in the sense that he didn’t want to be there, but that he wanted to do more. He claimed to like his job though. Sometimes when they were on the run from the fuzz, he got to feel like some bigshot getaway driver, or so he was told.
For reasons Jonah couldn’t figure out, he felt drawn to Mark. Wanted to spend time with him, talk to him, and keep him company. Maybe it was pity, but he enjoyed having conversations with him. Mark was quiet and reserved, but not an insufferable prick and stick in the mud like Adam. He actually had interests they could talk about together.
On their latest job, Jonah was once again left in the van with Mark. Fine with him; he wouldn’t say it out loud, but Mark was his favorite person in the crew. They could bond over their love of heavy metal together, and get yelled at by Sarah and Adam for cranking it up so loud they couldn’t hear each other over the radio.
This job was another multi-night job. Wanting to do something nice for the guys (but especially Mark), Jonah used some of his share of their profits to buy takeout for everyone. That was pretty much all they ever ate these days anyway, it’s not like any of them knew how to cook or had the time or access to a kitchen, but whatever. Everyone usually paid for their food with their own money. Pooling their funds made them feel desperate, like this was just how they were living and not their job.
Even though that’s exactly how it was. This was their life, and they only had each other now.
After the delivery came to the house they were working in for the night, Jonah ran through the ran back to the van that was hidden just out of sight, climbing into the passenger seat next to Mark. The brunette was lazing about in the driver’s seat, arms crossed and dozing off. The rain must have been getting to him, too. Poor guy.
Jonah nudged him awake, takeout bag in hand. “Wake up, man. Don’t let Adam see you sleeping on the job.”
He slowly came to, stretching and rubbing his eyes. “Sorry,” was all he said, reaching for a cigarette. How badly did he want to “relax”? Jonah wished he would talk more instead of hiding in the van and smoking cigs when his sister wasn’t watching. Sarah didn’t always join them out on their jobs, but apparently, she started coming along ever since she discovered that Mark took up smoking. Even now he cast a glance over his left shoulder before lighting it up. He got to take about two puffs before Sarah’s shouting from just outside the van made him lurch forward out of his seat and smother the cigarette into his ashtray.
“Oh, damn. Busted,” Jonah commented.
Mark leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes again. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to drift off to sleep again. “Guess so. So? Here to keep me company again today?”
Jonah set the takeout bag on the dashboard in front of him. “Just got food for everyone. Asked Sarah what you’d want.”
Just as he said that, there was thudding from the back of the van. Just Adam stomping around and gathering up the equipment he needed to bring inside the house. “You didn’t ask me what I wanted,” he said, poking his head in between the two seats from behind the console.
Jonah practically shoved the other bag of food in Adam’s face. “Didn’t ask Mark either, I asked Sarah, you asshole. And she said you wouldn’t give a shit, you eat just about anything.”
Adam didn’t argue after that, just grabbed the bag and started eating on his way back to the house. No “sorry” or “thank you”. Dickhead. Last time he did anything nice for him. Jonah was glad he’d be staying there tonight, like always. If he had to deal with that guy for a second longer, he was going to start picking on him. Then they’d all have to listen to Sarah, and he didn’t want to subject Mark to that.
Chuckling, Mark took the bag and set it on his lap. “Well, anyway, that sucks. I wouldn’t mind someone to talk to. Gets lonely up here.”
“Well… Like always, I could bring my equipment up here. I’m just watching the cams again tonight.”
“Wasn’t trying to pressure you.”
“It’s fine,” he said, his eyes falling on the ashtray. It was filled with barely-smoked cigarettes. Every single one looked like they were smoked for less than a minute before they were put out. “Wow, that’s a waste.”
“I don’t like to let Sarah worry about me. She’s had enough of that,” he started, pulling out a tomato sandwich from the bag and going to town on it. Jonah realized he really didn’t know a lot about Mark, or why he was here helping his sister. They talked about their mutual interests together, but other than that all he knew was that Sarah, despite being the younger sibling, was protective of her older brother. “It really is a waste of money too, if you think about it. We’re already down on our luck. I shouldn’t be spending it on smokes. I’m trying hard to quit, so I told myself that whenever I light up, if Sarah catches me, I put it out.”
“That sounds like it sucks. Withdrawal’s a bitch.”
“Sure is. But I’ll do it for her.”
That was… really sweet, actually. It was nice to see a guy be so caring.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jonah slumped back in his seat. He must have been giving Mark some kind of dopey look without realizing it. But it was just so nice. Displays of love and affection didn’t usually do anything to Jonah, he didn’t take himself for a soft guy, but he did have a soft spot for Mark. “Sorry. Just thought it was kinda cool how you and your sister get along like that.”
“Don’t get too jealous. Siblings are siblings. We fight sometimes.”
Jonah couldn’t make any promises there. For some reason, he wanted to be closer to Mark. He was jealous, but of Sarah specifically. Jealous that she could be around such a relaxed dude for her entire life.
But this job must have been hell for him before he came around. All he had was his sister and… Adam. The guy was probably desperate for some better company once in a while. Jonah climbed over the center console, grabbed the cameras he needed from the back of the van, and climbed back into the passenger seat.
“Ever anything interesting on those cameras?” he asked, pointing with his sandwich in hand.
“Nah. Jack shit.”
Mark stuffed his face full with another bite of the sandwich. Around Jonah, he didn’t give enough of a shit to not talk with his mouth full. Not like Jonah gave a shit. It’s not like he was a bastion of good manners himself. “Not surprised. Most of this job is a complete load of bull.”
“Most? You think there’s something out there to find?”
“I know there is. I’ve seen it.”
“Seen what?”
“The Alternates.”
Jonah didn’t want to talk about that. This whole time, he was fairly sure the Alternates were also just some bunch of bullshit. But here this guy was, generally a pretty reasonable and rational dude, saying that he saw one.
The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Occasionally Adam’s voice would come through the radio and grate against Jonah’s ears. He wished he could just fucking go deaf already. All demands, breaking the two men out of their shared tired stupor. Not only was Mark falling asleep again, but Jonah was quickly joining him. This damn rain. All they wanted to do was sleep.
When it came time for Adam and Sarah to turn in for the night inside the house, Jonah decided to take advantage of that to get some rest. Normally he would have to stay awake throughout the night and report anything happening on the cameras, but there was never anything anyway. Nothing had ever come up on camera. It was pointless. Shirking work had literally no downsides here, and he was fucking tired. Looking over at Mark, he could tell he was trying to rest. But sitting in that upright position all night looked like it sucked. And the dude had goosebumps down his arms. Must have been cold. And he slept like this on every multi-night job? That was mean. He deserved better.
He gently nudged Mark until his bleary and tired eyes cracked open. “Thinking about fucking off from this. Want to sleep in the back? We got blankets and sleeping bags.”
Mark didn’t even stop to ask if that would be a good idea. He was already on board. He nodded and started climbing over the center console, with some difficulty. His legs must hurt, he’d barely moved from that spot all day.
The sleeping bags were used more like bedding underneath the blankets, but they still helped soften the unforgiving floor of the van. By the time Jonah made himself comfortable beside Mark, the brunette was already in a deep sleep.
Cute. But he shouldn’t stare. What if Mark woke up and found Jonah watching him sleep? He turned himself away from Mark and let sleep take him. If Adam and Sarah were going to bitch at him, he’d deal with it in the morning. The two boys fell asleep next to each other, too tired to even take off their jeans, and let the disputes with their crew be a problem for tomorrow.
Jonah woke in the middle of the night to Mark shifting around in his sleep. At first, Jonah thought he woke up, but Mark would go right back to snoring right after tossing and turning. It was a little cute, but this was making it hard for Jonah to get back to his nap.
If that wasn’t bad enough, Mark turned over toward Jonah with a groggy groan, effectively spooning him and throwing his arm over Jonah’s body like he was a body pillow.
How the fuck was Jonah supposed to sleep like this? Just having Mark’s arm draped over his shoulder was making his heart pound out of his chest. He did entertain the thought now and then that maybe he really liked Mark, a lot, but he wasn’t ready to face the music yet. Then the brunette got even closer, close enough that Jonah could feel his breath on the back of his neck each time he exhaled.
The guy must have been having one hell of a good dream, because he was sporting an impressive boner in his sleep that was now pressing against the ass of Jonah’s jeans.
Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God. Do I wake him up? Do I tell him? Do I pretend to be asleep until he notices and fixes this himself? What the fuck do I do?
He tried his best to stay completely still and silent. He was sweating bullets.
Then the arm over his shoulder moved until Mark’s hand was caressing his chest.
His heart was still pounding. Jonah sucked in a breath and held it, hoping for the best.
“Jonah?” His voice was groggy, but Mark was definitely awake for sure. “What’s got your heart racing?”
“N…Nothing. Just the stress of the job—”
Mark’s breath was hot on his ear now. “Is it me?”
Jonah’s body started to quiver. Part of him was sure this was all some freaky dream, and he’d (unfortunately) wake up from it soon. He wouldn’t turn Mark away, sure, but did Mark really feel that way about him?
“Whoa, hey,” Mark said softly, putting some space between his face and Jonah’s neck, “Sorry, it’s just… I thought you… you know. I thought I could make a move. Shit, I’m sorry, I completely misread the whole—”
“You didn’t misread shit. Keep going.”
Silence. Then Jonah felt Mark’s breath return to his neck, making the small hairs there stand on end. “Really? You want this?”
“Hell yeah,” Jonah growled out, trying to sound like he wasn’t fearing for his life just a moment ago. The hand that was on his chest trailed down the length of the side of his body until it stopped to squeeze his hip. His other arm snaked underneath Jonah’s body, under his shoulder, so he could hold Jonah in his arms.
Nobody ever held him like this before. It was nice. Soft. Warm. The last time he knew anyone else’s body heat was when he held hands with some girl from his high school whose name he can’t even remember.
“What’cha been dreamin’ about that’s got you all worked up?”
Mark nuzzled his face into Jonah’s neck. “You, actually.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really.”
The hand at his hip moved lower and harshly grabbed his crotch. Jonah’s tight jeans already felt too stifling and tight, and now he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down to unbutton himself and unzip his fly, pulling them down while the hand that was on his crotch dipped a thumb into the waistband to help peel them off. They were tight enough that they pulled Jonah’s boxers down with them, leaving his bare ass and cock exposed to Mark’s wandering hands.
“Chose a bad night to wear skinny jeans,” he grumbled against Jonah’s neck.
“I wasn’t planning on getting fucked in the back of a creepy white van.”
“Hey, I couldn’t help it, it was the only thing big enough for the equipment that we could afford.”
“Wow, you picked out this shitty piece of junk?”
Mark retorted by shoving his fingers into Jonah’s mouth. “Whatever. We don’t have lube, so… work some magic.”
Goofball. Jonah was tempted to bite those fingers right off. He got to work soaking them with his saliva. It was going to be on him to make this not hurt. All the while Mark purred and lowly grumbled in his ear as encouragement, petting his navel and watching with amusement as Jonah bucked slightly upwards into the touch to urge Mark to sink his hand lower.
His hand glided down to his happy trail. “Here?” he asked, his tone mocking.
Jonah mumbled around the fingers in his mouth and bucked his hips again. Mark moved his hand down a little more, but still not on his dick. “Here?”
Oh, this man would be the death of him. He shook his head as much as he could with his mouth full.
“Ohhh, here!” Mark replied in that fake cheery tone, grabbing Jonah’s dick and giving it a few rough strokes. Jonah groaned loudly around Mark’s fingers, salivating at the warm touch.
Mark changed his position a bit to put them both more on their backs. “Want to touch me while I get you ready?”
Yes, Jonah did want to touch him. He’d only been thinking about it for days. His palm pressed into the impressive bulge in Mark’s baggy jeans, feeling his pulse pounding even through the denim. “You really got the hots for me that bad?”
“Speak for yourself,” he growled, swiftly unbuckling his belt and pulling everything down. Jonah whined in complaint of that hand leaving his cock for even a second, but Mark made sure to put it back once he threw his pants and boxers aside. Jonah wasted no time getting handsy with him. He didn’t expect the good little Christian boy here to be uncut and packing, but he sure wasn’t complaining. Actually, maybe he’d complain about the lack of lube, because he wasn’t sure how a measly helping of spit was going to make that any easier to take.
Jonah was so occupied with staring at and groping Mark’s cock that he forgot all about everything else going on around him, including the fingers that were now missing from his mouth. He didn’t even notice that Mark’s arm was wrapped under his waist until he felt a wet finger push past the ring of muscle and into his ass. Jonah stifled a moan and buried his face into Mark’s shoulder. It felt so much bigger in his ass than it did in his mouth, so uncomfortable yet oddly pleasing all at once. Mark was gentle and took his time. For Jonah, that was almost torture. He wanted to get on with it so bad, but he knew better than to rush Mark if he didn’t want to get split in half on his cock. And Mark was keeping him happy in the meantime by rubbing him off with that rough hand of his while Jonah did the same for him. They were a tangled mess of arms, touching and feeling each other, scoping out each other’s bodies.
Jonah’s cock was dripping, but Mark’s was outright oozing. Even if the spit wouldn’t be enough, Mark’s precum by itself could probably keep him nice and slick. He wanted to know what that would feel like…
After Mark was satisfied that Jonah could take several of his fingers, he took them all out, much to Jonah’s displeasure. Mark only looked at him in calm amusement as he changed their position back to the way they were before, with Jonah on his side and Mark behind him.
He reached down and lifted up Jonah’s leg and lined himself up with his entrance. Jonah whined as the large length was forced in inch by inch, Mark crooning soothing compliments in his ear.
“Fuuuck, Mark,” Jonah whined. It was filling him up so fast.
“Easy, that’s it, just relax. I’ve got you. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Despite the size and girth, Mark’s careful preparation was worth it. Though not entirely without pain, Mark was able to quickly bottom out inside of Jonah, his entire dick sheathed inside. Jonah had to cup both hands over his mouth when Mark started to move to keep himself from screaming. Everything was being rubbed all at once, and it felt better than Jonah thought possible.
The arm tucked under Jonah’s body reached up and pulled his hands away from his mouth. “You can make sounds for me. I want to hear them. Tell me how good it feels.”
Jonah couldn’t tell Mark no, not when he asked like that. He let out short grunting moans with each pump of Mark’s hips, letting the side of his head rest on their makeshift bed while Mark took care of him. Between the intensifying bliss, the gentle patter of rain against the metal frame of the van, and Mark doing everything to make Jonah feel loved and pampered, he could pass out right there and die happy. Not even his edibles could make him feel this good. He felt like he was in a dream.
“Damn, dude… where’d you learn to— nngh, fuck — fuck like this?”
“To be honest, I’ve never really done this before.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Really, I haven’t. I’m just doing what I think would feel good.”
“I think you’re full of shit,” Jonah joked, barely holding back a squeak when Mark gave him a few exaggerated thrusts in response before going back to his gentle pace. “Shit, give me more of that. ”
“Are you ready for it?”
Jonah sucked in a breath in anticipation, only to learn that he took that breath at the wrong time. Mark tightened his grip on the man and started railing into him full throttle, punching all the air out of Jonah’s lungs in the form of an embarrassingly loud moan. What’s worse was that he couldn’t stop it; Mark’s cock was grinding hard and fast against his prostate, leaving him a shuddering mess as he gasped for breath between his cries. He hoped like hell that Adam and Sarah didn’t decide at that moment that they needed to grab something from the van. Between his screaming and Mark’s animalistic grunts with each violent thrust, they’d have a hell of a time explaining what the fuck went on in here.
“Don’t think I can last, Jonah…” Mark forced out between grunts.
“Hehe— ah— wow, you weak ass, barely lasting ten minutes—” Jonah’s voice trailed off to a groan when Mark reached under his raised leg to start jerking his cock. Jonah had to keep his leg suspended himself to let Mark keep pounding his hole.
That comment would come back to bite him in the ass immediately. The addition of Mark’s hand furiously jerking him off on top of his prostate being repeatedly abused was threatening to finish him off in seconds. All he could do was repeat Mark’s name like a mantra like he was praying to him to let him last even just a minute longer. But anything Mark said to him now wouldn’t get through to him like his head was being held underwater. Whatever Mark said, Jonah couldn’t understand it. So he just nodded rapidly at anything he asked him.
Whatever Mark wanted to do to him, he would let him.
Jonah clenched his eyes shut. “Gonna cum… Gonna…oh, shit…”
“Yeah? Me too. Go on, it’s okay.”
With a satisfied rumble in his throat, Mark stilled himself deep inside of Jonah, firing off thick ropes of semen that filled him with a new, warm feeling. That was the breaking point for Jonah, his cock twitching as he came, and his ass tightening around Mark’s cock and squeezing out whatever little bit Mark had left. The brunette’s breath was hot and frantic against his neck. He uttered some praises into his skin, but they were lost on Jonah, who was still up in the clouds. When Jonah finally came back down, it was like being forcibly torn away from the best high of his life.
“Well?” Mark whispered against Jonah’s neck while sliding his softened dick out. “Was it everything you wanted?”
Jonah chuckled and went limp against the blankets. “Oh, fuck off. You made a bitch out of me.”
“Did I? Sorry.”
“Damn it dude, don’t apologize. You’re ruining the moment. Maybe I want to feel like I just got pump-and-dumped by some horny feral beast of a man. Not by a guy about as threatening as a stuffed animal.”
Mark went back to spooning Jonah, running a hand through his pretty dyed hair. “I can’t tell if that’s supposed to be an insult, coming from you.”
Jonah turned over so he could face Mark instead of away from him. “Nah. Not really.”
“I’ll take your word for it. But I think we should at least put some underwear on before they find us like this.”