Near Alagan Zhen

Dedicated to Jadarene, because the way I found out she wrote this pairing was brilliant and she deserves more I/M to read. :)

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“So what is this place we’re looking for?” Mutt asked, shielding his eyes from the sun to look at his father. It was already late in the day, but Indy wanted to get going, as much as Mutt complained.

“The Xiaohe tombs. A friend of mine said he found them back in the 30’s, just after we split in the Gobi. Supposedly they’re near Alagan Zhen, and I want to find them. Should be there before dark if we get going now.”

Mutt shrugged. “Sounds logical, I guess. Doesn’t explain why you dragged me with you.”

Indy smiled, shouldering his pack as he climbed onto his camel. “Don’t you want an adventure, kid?” He kicked the camel into motion, and Mutt hurried to climb onto his own camel and catch up.

“I’ve already learned that your idea of adventure means I’ll be lucky to come out alive,” Mutt spat, and Indy just laughed as they headed east.

The sun shone hot on the two men as they hurried as fast as they dared across the desert. They stopped a few hours later for dinner, shaded only by their hats.

“Aren’t we getting close?” Mutt asked, and Indy shrugged.

“Folke said there was a river. We should be at a river by now!” he said, ripping a piece of bread angrily, reaching for his map and tracing their path with his finger. “We left Alagan Zhen hours ago. We only had 26 kilometers to go, which we’ve easily gone.” He jabbed his finger at the river. “This is where we’re supposed to be!”

Mutt thought for a minute. “W-well, it’s a desert, right? Couldn’t it have dried up or something?”

Indy looked up at his son. “You know, you could be right. That does make it more difficult for us, though. If we’re here—“ he said, pointing to where the river had once run on the map, “—then the tombs should be close by.”

“It’s going to get dark soon,” Mutt said, glancing at the setting sun. “We set out too late.”

Indy nodded. “We can set up camp here, and get an early start in the morning.” He hauled the packs off the camels and started setting up their tent while Mutt got a fire going and made sure the camels were securely tied, tossing their sleeping bags toward the tent.

Dinner was an easy affair, and Mutt was the first to head for the tent. Indy waved the kid off, marking out their path for the following morning. It was a good half hour later before he joined his son in the tent, scowling at the sight before him.

“What is this?”

Mutt looked up from where he was relaxing on the two zipped-together sleeping bags. “Our bed.”

Indy shook his head. “No, that’s my bed strapped to yours. Separate them.”

“I don’t think so. You know what I want,” Mutt said, looking up at his father.

“I know you’re trying my patience, son,” Indy muttered.

Mutt laughed. “Come on. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” He patted the sleeping bag beneath himself. “Hop in, Dad.”

Indy growled. “I told you, we can’t do this again!”

“Yeah, pops, you’ve said it a dozen times. Get a new record.”

“Don’t you know how wrong this is?”

“What’s so wrong about it, huh?” Mutt sat up, watching Indy with wide eyes. “You never said you didn’t like it until after my mom came back. Is it her you don’t want to disappoint? ‘Cause I don’t care. I’m sick of you backing off after getting me ready for the main event.”

Indy growled. “Stubborn ass,” he muttered, not making any move to get away.

“Get it from my father,” Mutt shot back. “Now get over here before I join you out there.”

Indy muttered to himself as he crawled into the tent, hauling Mutt close for a rough kiss, fingers too tightly wrapped in the boy’s hair. Mutt didn’t mind; he threw himself into Indy’s assault desperately. He was getting what he wanted, and nothing was going to stop it this time.

“I’m going to hell for this,” Indy breathed as he pushed away from his son. “And your mom’s going to send me there.”

Mutt just smiled and tugged at Indy’s shirt. “We don’t have to tell her,” he murmured. “Never told her about the other times…”

“You weren’t my son those other times,” Indy pointed out as Mutt began undressing him.

“We were, once.”

Indy shook his head. “That was a mistake. One your mother can’t find out about.”

“So we won’t tell anyone. It’s another secret.”

“Not so much a secret as a very bad idea.”

Mutt rolled his eyes. “How about you just shut up and do it, huh?” he asked. “Your resisting act is only fun for a few minutes. Now, I want you. And you want me, or you’d’ve put up a bigger fight.”

“Oh, there’s going to be a helluva fight over this one.” Indy frowned, pushing his son down onto the sleeping bags. “You seem to be leading this one, son,” he rasped. “Got anything to ease the way?”

“In—in my bag,” Mutt murmured. “Brylcreem.”

“That’ll work,” Indy said, grabbing his son’s bag and dumping it out on the ground, digging through for the small tube.

Mutt hurried to strip out of his clothes as Indy uncapped it and squeezed a large glob out. His hair wouldn’t be slicked back for the rest of their stay in China, looked like.

Indy shook his head, smiling. “One of these days, you’re going to get in over your head kid,” he chided, roughly pushing two fingers into his son.

“Got in over my head the day you married my Mom, Jones,” Mutt answered, squirming uncomfortably. “Going to do anything else down there?”

Indy chuckled as he prepared Mutt, not quite answering his question.

“Hate it when you go quiet,” the boy muttered, but he knew better than to complain when he was getting his way.

Soon, Indy felt that Mutt could take him, and he unbuckled his belt, slapping it lightly against his son’s legs, a gentle punishment that only made Mutt wiggle a bit more insistently.

“Jones, if you don’t--” His words were cut off as Indy pushed into him insistently, thrusting roughly. His hands tangled tightly in his father’s greying hair, sighing in relief. “Finally.”

Indy grunted as he thrust forward, his anger at being manipulated obvious in the sharp staccato of his movements.

“Don’t,” Mutt breathed, wincing as he pulled his father down for a kiss. Indy turned his face away. “Don’t think of her when you’re with me, got it? I know you and my mom—I know you love her, okay? But this—you and me—let me have this. She don’t have to know anything when we get home.”

Indy looked down at the boy in his arms, at the same scared, trusting look he’d seen in Chauchilla, like Mutt was sure Indy would never hurt him.

“She won’t find out,” Indy promised, slowing down and gently caressing Mutt’s cheek. Mutt smiled up at Indy. “About any time we do this.”

Mutt beamed up at Indy, who gripped the boy’s cock, coaxing him to orgasm. It didn’t take long for either of them to finish, and Mutt curled up in Indy’s arms, sighing softly.

“So, we’re gonna do it again?” Mutt asked softly, his backside sticky and uncomfortable.

Indy nodded shortly. “Any time you want it.” He pressed a kiss to Mutt’s temple, not letting the boy go, not until he was sound asleep.