Great Risks - Part 9
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 500
A/N: I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted a chapter of this fic. Subsequent parts will (hopefully) be coming a bit quicker in the next few weeks. The "article" referred to by Petey is actually a letter from a "Dear Abby" column that fascinated me when I read it.
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All other parts can be found here.
Virginia, Delaware, Virginia, Virginia. North Carolina.
There were probably better things to keep Dino Ortolani's mind occupied than playing the license plate game.
Reach over, unlock the car door, toss the bastard out on the street.
Hell, he could multi-task. That’s what got Dino where he was today. The brat wouldn’t know what hit him. This stretch of highway, an eighteen-wheeler would be the likely suspect and...
Petey would be crushed like a bug.
Dino glanced over at the sleeping next-in-line. If something happened to Petey on the road, he’d be stuck with it. He’d probably be blamed if there was an incident with a man-eating alligator down there.
Or were they crocodiles? And what was the goddamn difference between the two?
Miles and miles of road stretched before him. It was odd being this far away from home. Dino didn’t like it. Too much unfinished business and now this baby-sitting job. It was a punishment, pure and simple. Punishment for not following through on the job. If Dino hadn’t been following the whims of his cock, maybe he’d be home with Ginny and the kids right now and Bobby would be on chauffeur duty.
Yet another mark on the O’Reily tallysheet.
Hmm... O’Reily...
A way to get Petey that wouldn’t be traced back to him. It could work. Of course, that would mean seeing O’Reily again which was highly unlikely. And problematic.
Oh, look. Kansas. Forty-six more to go.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“So I told Pop-“
“Pull over, Petey. I gotta take a leak.”
Peter started to move the car off to the shoulder.
“What are you doing? There’s a rest stop in half a mile.”
“Why didn’t you go when we stopped for lunch? I mean, the McDonalds had-“
“Would you just let it go and pull in to the goddamn rest stop?” Dino silently prayed that he wasn’t blushing. Not that Petey would notice.
Peter pulled the car into the rest stop parking lot. There were two other cars in the lot. “I read once that these places weren’t exactly safe. There was this... article... about a guy disappearing into a rest stop and getting beaten up and robbed. His wife found him twenty minutes later.”
“That’s probably just one of those urban legends.”
“How can it be urban when it’s out in the country?”
Dino sighed and got out of the car. “I’ll be back.”
“You’re not going to take your piece?”
Dino smirked. “I can take care of myself. If you’re so concerned, you can follow me in.”
“Fag. I’ve got to call Rosalie.”
“Say ‘hi’ for me.” Pussy-whipped bastard.
Dino walked across the grass to the tiny building. Most of these places were no frills. And, as he knew from experience, he was just as likely to get jumped in a McDonalds’ restroom than in this rinky-dink facility.
Petey and his stupid urban legends, he thought, pushing open the door to the men’s room and walking inside.
Less than a moment later, the world went black.
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Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 500
A/N: I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted a chapter of this fic. Subsequent parts will (hopefully) be coming a bit quicker in the next few weeks. The "article" referred to by Petey is actually a letter from a "Dear Abby" column that fascinated me when I read it.
PREVIOUS
All other parts can be found here.
Virginia, Delaware, Virginia, Virginia. North Carolina.
There were probably better things to keep Dino Ortolani's mind occupied than playing the license plate game.
Reach over, unlock the car door, toss the bastard out on the street.
Hell, he could multi-task. That’s what got Dino where he was today. The brat wouldn’t know what hit him. This stretch of highway, an eighteen-wheeler would be the likely suspect and...
Petey would be crushed like a bug.
Dino glanced over at the sleeping next-in-line. If something happened to Petey on the road, he’d be stuck with it. He’d probably be blamed if there was an incident with a man-eating alligator down there.
Or were they crocodiles? And what was the goddamn difference between the two?
Miles and miles of road stretched before him. It was odd being this far away from home. Dino didn’t like it. Too much unfinished business and now this baby-sitting job. It was a punishment, pure and simple. Punishment for not following through on the job. If Dino hadn’t been following the whims of his cock, maybe he’d be home with Ginny and the kids right now and Bobby would be on chauffeur duty.
Yet another mark on the O’Reily tallysheet.
Hmm... O’Reily...
A way to get Petey that wouldn’t be traced back to him. It could work. Of course, that would mean seeing O’Reily again which was highly unlikely. And problematic.
Oh, look. Kansas. Forty-six more to go.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“So I told Pop-“
“Pull over, Petey. I gotta take a leak.”
Peter started to move the car off to the shoulder.
“What are you doing? There’s a rest stop in half a mile.”
“Why didn’t you go when we stopped for lunch? I mean, the McDonalds had-“
“Would you just let it go and pull in to the goddamn rest stop?” Dino silently prayed that he wasn’t blushing. Not that Petey would notice.
Peter pulled the car into the rest stop parking lot. There were two other cars in the lot. “I read once that these places weren’t exactly safe. There was this... article... about a guy disappearing into a rest stop and getting beaten up and robbed. His wife found him twenty minutes later.”
“That’s probably just one of those urban legends.”
“How can it be urban when it’s out in the country?”
Dino sighed and got out of the car. “I’ll be back.”
“You’re not going to take your piece?”
Dino smirked. “I can take care of myself. If you’re so concerned, you can follow me in.”
“Fag. I’ve got to call Rosalie.”
“Say ‘hi’ for me.” Pussy-whipped bastard.
Dino walked across the grass to the tiny building. Most of these places were no frills. And, as he knew from experience, he was just as likely to get jumped in a McDonalds’ restroom than in this rinky-dink facility.
Petey and his stupid urban legends, he thought, pushing open the door to the men’s room and walking inside.
Less than a moment later, the world went black.
NEXT
