Caged

Caged - 19 - Epilog

Dom twisted his hands on the steering wheel of his Dad's car. They gripped it firmly, yet loosely. He kept his eyes fixed on the 'Christmas Tree', the drag strip's means of telling the cars when to go, watching for the lights. His booted feet where ready at the pedals, one held down the clutch while the other rested lightly on the accelerator.

He felt the powerful throb of the big Hemi engine as it purred, impatient to roar. The Charger, Detroit's legendary muscle car, wanted to run, to race, to win, and to dominate the little red Toyota waiting beside it on the track.

The multicolored lights on the pole began to light. When the bottom one burst into color, the car next to him tore off down the track in a screech of tires and a plume of smoke.

Dom pressed down on the gas slowly, he let out on the clutch expertly, and the big black car moved forward smoothly. He shifted into second and by the time he shifted into third gear the other car was long gone, probably already at the finish line.

Dom was in no hurry. He didn't need the recurring dreams about ten-second cars anymore to feel free, all he needed was ...

"Dom?" Brian murmured against the back of his neck. "You awake, man?"

Dom smiled as he felt Brian's long length curled around his back. The lithe body began to move against his as an experienced hand slid over his hip and began to stroke Dom's semi-hard cock. Soft hair and softer kisses tickled his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"No," Dom rumbled. "I'm still asleep, dreaming of a golden angel getting ready to mount me again."

Brian grinned wickedly as he tugged on one broad shoulder and rolled Dom from his side onto his back. "Naw, did enough of that last night." Instead Brian wriggled atop the big body and sought Dom's willing lips.

They snuggled together, kissing, gently stroking, and loving each other--completely different from the wild, frenzied sex of the previous night.

~*~

Out on the hotel room's balcony, when Dom tried to deny his feelings, Brian took the big man firmly in hand. He grabbed Dom by the waistband of his prison issue dungarees and tugged him toward the bathroom. Telling Dom, as he led him away, that after two years he definitely needed a bath and that Brian was just the person to give him one.

"Special Agent Bilkins, I think love you!" Brian cried out when they got a peek at the big whirlpool tub that took up most of the bathroom.

"And here, not five minutes ago you said you loved me," Dom growled softly.

Brian wasn't intimidated; he just grinned as he leaned over to start filling the decadent red tub with water. He wasn't surprised when he felt the warmth of Dom's thighs pressing against his own from behind, nor when big, strong hands began to stroke his flanks. He was startled, however, when his chambray shirt was suddenly ripped open and flung carelessly aside. Brian straightened inside the circle of Dom's arms and turned to face him.

They kissed like they never had before. Finally alone, finally free to be themselves with no fear of being seen or interrupted. Finally, there was no audience to play to, no ulterior motive--just two men who wanted each other--wanted each other badly.

The tub was only partially full when Brian pushed Dom into it. He scrubbed, stroked, caressed, licked, and ended up smearing bath oil all over Dom's dark flesh. They slipped and slid in the heart shaped tub, sliding their slick limbs against each other, grabbing at each other, and laughing as they tried to position themselves.

Eventually, Dom leaned over the edge and grabbed at the towel rack to hold himself still so that Brian could enter him.

"Oh. My. God. Dom," Brian cried as he slid fully home. He wrapped his arms around Dom's hard waist and rested his cheek against Dom's oil slicked back. "I never knew .. never imagined ... arrgh!" he groaned as Dom tightened his muscles. "Fuck, oh shit, oh fuck," Brian moaned as he pumped within his lover's tight ass.

Brian slipped in the oily water and had to cling tighter to Dom's waist in order to stay sheathed. Dom began to do all the moving. His massive back and shoulders bulged as he pulled his body back and forth by his grip on the bar. Brian held on, as if he were mounted on a wild beast, he clung to his lover and screamed, "Dominic!" as he came.

~*~

"What now?" Dom loomed over his partner and traced a golden brow with his fingertip.

"I suppose we should get out of bed and get dressed," Brian said sadly.

"And eat," Dom growled as he leaned down and bit playfully at Brian's shoulder.

"And make plans."

Dom lifted up and frowned, he didn't like Brian's tone.

"Plans?" he asked carefully.

"Yep. You're going to be getting a new name, whole new identity, and a new home."

"Really?" Dom rasped, the warning clear in his voice. He rolled off the bed and started looking through the bag that held his personal items. "And just what makes you think I want to leave L.A.?"

"Dev Jones for one. I don't think he's too fond of you right about now." Dom snorted. "Eddy Preston for another. He is fond of you--way too fond of you."

Dominic scowled darkly and said, "Don't tell me your jealous of that a sick fuck?"

"No, not jealous...scared. He's crazy. That's why I'm taking you back East." Brian stretched out and crossed his hands behind his head to watch Dom's reaction to his news. "I'm going to take you home to my parents."

"You're shitting me, right?" Dom asked in disbelief.

"Nope," Brian said. "The way I figure it, you'll be getting a new identity, might as well use it and get licensed by the NHRA. I know you've still got some of the money from the robberies squirreled away. Why not use it for a couple racecars? Run on real tracks for a change; there are a lot in Virginia and no one will recognize you there."

"What about Mia?" Dom asked hesitantly.

"She's better off without you. Besides," Brian said with a frown, "she hates me."

"True." Dom smirked. "She'll want even less to do with you now that we're ..." Dom stopped and his face twisted as he sought for the correct word.

"In love?" Brian suggested.

"Yeah," Dom said softly as he looked down at the blond sprawled on the bed. "In love."

The End

And that's it for the first TFATF fic that I ever wrote. I'll be posting the sequel in a few days. best wishes, ~rox