Vicious tugged at his bonds, well, viciously, but the ropes holding his hands to headboard refused to give. Damn cowboys and their rope-tying tricks. He’d come over just wanting a fuck, but no, that damn man just had to pick tonight to experiment. He looked up at the sloped ceiling and counted to ten. No sense in pissing his lover off: the sex was too good to give up just yet.
“Andy!” he called. “Are you ready yet? This lingerie is making me itch!”
A low chuckle floated out from the bathroom. “Hold your horses, little lady. I’m just making sure the goods are properly packaged.”
“Well, hurry up,” Vicious said. “And if you call me ‘little lady’ again, I will kill you and have my bird peck out your eyeballs.” Said bird squawked in agreement from its perch on the windowsill. Vicious smiled at it, as close to fondly as he ever did. There was something comforting about having his oldest and dearest friend watch over him in such a vulnerable position.
Andy popped his head out of the doorway. “Hey, it’s just a joke. No need to get your knickers all in a knot.” The reminder of his state of dress--or undress--made Vicious want to blush, but he held it off until Andy had retreated back into the bathroom. Then he allowed it to color his face and upper torso, a red stain against the sheets. Like blood. The thought went straight to his groin, and he groaned inwardly as he realized just how little give the panties had.
“Andy. Come out of there and fuck me. Now.” There was a sudden lack of sound from the bathroom. Vicious heard one deep breath echo. Then Andy strolled out of the bathroom, trying to look nonchalant and failing.
As his eyes roved up and down Andy’s body, he found himself thinking that he’d made a good choice in picking up the would-be cowboy that lonely Mars night. Golden hair, sun-kissed skin, a lithe, yet well-muscled torso only made more appealing by the soft light emanating from the room’s only lamp. A ten-gallon hat made him look like a real cowboy, as did the leather briefs and the mid-calf riding boots. As Andy took a step towards him, Vicious noticed a glint near his ankles. As Andy took another step, he realized what they were.
Spurs. Yum.
“You ready for some... ‘hard riding,’ partner?” He moseyed on over to the head of the bed and stood in line with Vicious’ face, his straining crotch almost within reach. Vicious licked his lips.
“You gonna ‘round me up,’ cowboy?” Andy grinned and moved away, towards the high dresser that was the third and final piece of furniture in the sleazy hotel room.
“Till the cows come home.” He opened a drawer and felt around inside. “You know there ain’t anything I love better than riding my stallion.” Andy frowned and closed the drawer, then opened the next one. He repeated the procedure until there were no more drawers, and then stood up with a curse. “Where the hell did I put it...”
He checked the floor around the dresser. Vicious rolled his eyes. Why did that damn cowboy have to make everything so complicated? “If you’re looking for the glow-in-the-dark condoms, moron, they’re on the dresser.”
Andy shook his head. “No, no, I had something special planned... Hmm, maybe--ah-hah! I know!” He pulled out the bottom drawer of the tall dresser and used it as a foothold to climb onto the top. “Su-whee, doggie! Let’s move out!” He didn’t have a very good view of Andy from where he was, but he didn’t need to. A crack filled the air, and Vicious felt his groin tighten painfully.
A bullwhip. Double yum.
Andy peeked over the side of the dresser and smiled lasciviously. “You know what’s so special about that lingerie, partner?”
Vicious narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want a quiz, he wanted to be fucked, now! “What?” he gritted out.
“Well, take a taste.” Vicious growled, then shifted so he could swipe his tongue out at the bra strap. He blinked.
“It tastes like mashed potatoes.” Andy nodded.
“That’s right,” he said. “And the panties taste like steak.” He devoured Vicious with his eyes. “Mm-mm. Now that’s some good eating.” He shifted, seemingly preparing to jump. “You ready for a long ride, partner?”
“If you don’t get down here right now, you’re the one that’ll be taken for a ride, partner.” Andy coiled the bullwhip and flexed his thighs.
“Well, never let it be said that I don’t take care of my mount.” Andy sprung off the dresser, intending to land directly on Vicious. Though the dresser rocked and almost toppled over, it didn’t hurt his aim--sharp-shooting was his specialty, after all. There was, however, one factor Andy didn’t count on.
There was an audible crack as the top of Andy’s head met the sloped ceiling above the bed. Andy spun in the air and landed like a doll face-down on the other side.
Vicious stared for a moment at the unconscious form of his lover. “Andy?” he said. No response. He tugged at his bonds again. No give. He looked at the window, but his bird had apparently decided to take off to scour for food. No hope.
He growled. Damn cowboys and their rope-tying tricks!
Several hours later, Vicious had tired of thrashing around. Andy was still out, and his bird still wasn’t back. Shit. He was hungry, but he’d already eaten his bra straps and couldn’t reach anything else. Double shit.
His senses went into overdrive when he heard heavy footsteps running down the hall towards the room he was in. Triple shit! If that was an agent from a rival syndicate, he’d be Son-of-a-Gun stew before he could say Julia. He shifted to the side, prepared to fight anyway. The footsteps paused outside the door, and then the door burst inward, the lock shattering and the cold glint of gunmetal making itself known.
Vicious and the intruder stared each other in the eye for a second. Then the intruder dropped his weapon and leaned against the door, laughing his ass off.
“Geez, Vicious, they thought you were dead!” Vicious roared at him inarticulately.
“Goddamnit, stop laughing and untie me!” The man made no such move, instead sinking to his knees and clutching at his stomach, completely overcome by mirth.
In that moment, a resolve hardened within Vicious, a hatred that would follow him for the rest of his life. His mouth moved silently, the words going completely unnoticed by the laughing man.
“Spike Spiegel, you are going to pay for this.”
