Lieutenant Joanne Beaumont shoved open the doors of the Major Crime Unit she commanded and stalked through the bullpen, anger plainly written on her face, muttering to herself as she made her way to her office. Just as she reached the door she spun around and snapped, "Lundy. LaFiamma. In my office. Now!"

There was no arguing with that tone. The two detectives exchanged glances and rose heading for the office without a word.

Levon Lundy walked in and dropped his lanky frame into the chair in front of his former partner's desk. His current partner, Joe LaFiamma closed the door and leaned against the frame next to it, one hand lightly resting on the doorknob ready to make a break for it if it got too rough.

Lundy glanced back at him and grinned. He knew that Beaumont wasn't mad at them. He'd worked with her a lot longer than the former Chicago cop, that he had been partnered with just over a year ago, had.

Joe, on the other hand, generally concluded that if Beaumont was mad and he was anywhere in the vicinity, he was the one she was mad at. Of course, that might have something to do with his penchant for getting into hot water faster than anyone else Levon had ever met. Joe just seemed to naturally attract trouble.

Joanne dropped down in the chair behind her desk and looked up at them. Sudden amusement, crossed her face as she noted Joe's positioning. A smile quirked her lips. "Sit down, Joe. It's the Chief I'd like to strangle."

She waited as LaFiamma warily made his way to a second chair over by her filing cabinet and sat down in it, before she spoke. "Levon, I seem to remember that you know how to drive a semi."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I thought so. Well, we've been handed a new case... a series of hijackings. Lone Starr Trucking has lost three trucks in the last two weeks, Texas Transport has lost two. All of the trucks were carrying supplies to the people down at Galveston where that hurricane hit two weeks ago. Since the trucks were all hit while traveling through Houston, it's our case." She turned to Joe, "Is there any chance that you know how to drive a semi?"

He smiled shyly and shook his head, "No way, Lieutenant."

"We can fake it. I'll drive, Joe can simply be there as if he is my relief driver."

"No. I'll make arrangements for a teacher at the Houston School for Truck Drivers to give him some basic instructions. I know the owner. She'll owes me a favor." She reached for her phone and made a call. A few minutes later she wrote something on a note pad.

Hanging up the phone she handed Joe the note, "Report to that address after lunch. Ask for Millie. Give her the note." She picked up a pair of file folders from her desk, offering one to each of them. "Turn anything you are working on that can't wait over to Holiday and O'Brian. Go over these files. You report to Lone Starr Trucking tomorrow afternoon... in Dallas to bring a truck down through Houston to Galveston." She started to wave them out then added, "Joe... lose the fancy duds. Nobody drives a truck in a suit."

Lundy grinned as he followed Joe out and took a couple of quick steps to catch up to his partner. Slinging an arm around Joe's shoulders he leaned in and teased him, "Blue jeans, boy... blue jeans and cowboy boots." [Tight jeans if I have any say in it!]

"No way!" LaFiamma pulled away. "I may have'ta wear jeans on this assignment but I ain't wearing any cowboy boots! My running shoes will do just fine!"

Lundy laughed and circled their joined desks to drop into his chair and flip open his file.

LaFiamma scowled at him but did the same on his side of the desk. A couple of minutes later he shook his head and looked up, "Can you believe this. These guys are stealing drinking water. That's unconscionable."

"Yeah. They steal the water that the disaster relief people are shipping down then take it on down to Galveston and sell it for five bucks a liter. People gotta have water and the drinking water system on the Island gets mucked up every time there's a bad storm. Even people that still have running water can't drink it. It ain't potable."

"I just can't understand people who take advantage of something like this."

"Happens ever time there's a bad blow on The Gulf. You shoulda tried to get a motel room... anywhere from here to Dallas the week the storm came in. Some places was charging two hundred dollars a night for a cot in the lobby. Weren't a room to be had from Beaumont to San Antone. People paid the price. Some folks had to drive as far north as Amarillo to get a room. Gas stations hiked their prices. Some of the stations ran out of gas..."

"It ain't right."

"No, it ain't. Still it happens. Some folks are that way. Others help out. Most all the churches around here opened up and let people stay in the church for free. Members provided blankets, pillows and food. Them what had family stayed with them. I put up a couple of my cousins and their families that week. Hadn't seen them in near five years... not since the last really big blow down that way... but they called and I said come on."

"Good for you."

"I seem to remember that you spent a mite of time over at Saint Michael's that week."

Joe gave one of his self-depreciating smiles and a shrug, "I dropped by and helped out in the kitchen a couple of nights after work. No big deal."

"Bet the folks appreciated it. You're a right good cook." Lundy grinned as Joe blushed and ducked his head, studying the file as if he suddenly found it terribly interesting.

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They ate lunch at Chicken's, the big colored man chuckling and teasing Joe when he found out that Joe was going to have to try and learn to drive a semi.

"Well, now," he began, "Ya do know that some'a those rigs has got thirty forward gears and seventeen-eighteen reverse gears don'tcha?"

Joe looked up, disbelief clear on his face, "What? Lundy? He's kidding. Right? Come on, man! He's gotta be kidding!"

"Nope. Some of them do." Lundy grinned. "Don't worry about it. You can probably get by just learning the forward gears. Only use the reverse ones to back into a loading dock and such. I'll take care of that." He paused watching Joe start to relax just a bit before adding, "Unless a'course ya get yourself into some place that ya gotta back out of..."

He and Chicken both laughed at the dismayed look on Joe's face. Then he sobered, "Seriously, Joe, most of the time ya don't need all the extra gears... and like I told Joanne; I'll do mosta the driving.

"That's a promise. Right?"

Lundy nodded and said seriously, "Yeah. That's a promise." He checked his watch, "If we're gonna get you to school on time, we better leave now." He couldn't help but grin at the idea of Joe going to school.

They stood and Levon told Chicken, "Just put it on my tab." He leaned in close and added with a grin, "Can't let the boy buy lunch on his first day of school."

Chicken chuckled and waved them out.

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Beaumont's friend Millie was a tall heavily built woman with strawberry blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. She took one look at Joe's suit and raised both eye brows at him. "Planning to drive in that?"

"Planning to learn in it. Is that a problem?"

"Not if you don't mind getting grease on it."

"Grease? Why would I get grease on it?" Joe followed her into the school.

Lundy chuckled and followed.

Millie looked back at him, "Thought Joanne said you could drive?"

"I can... but I've gotta see this!"

She stopped dead and turned to look at Lundy, "Is there something I should know?" she asked in a suspicious tone.

He chuckled again, "Aside from the fact that he can't drive a straight shift?" he asked innocently.

Joe glared at him, "I can to drive a straight shift! You aren't ever gonna forget about that damned Jeep are you?"

Lundy just chuckled. He loved teasing Joe he reacted so predictably.

Millie looked from one to the other then shook her head. This was definitely going to make her even with Joanne Beaumont.

She took them into the office and filled out some paperwork before heading for the driving course.

"Have you ever had any formal driving training?"

"Yeah. Beside Driver's Ed in high school, I took a high speed pursuit driving course back when I was with Chicago PD."

Millie nodded. "Okay. Joanne said to just give you the basics... that Lundy would do most of the driving. Let's go out to the driving course."

He learned a lot faster than she had thought that he would. He paid attention and remembered what she told him. The thing that seemed to make him the unhappiest was when she insisted that he learn to hook up and unhook the trailer. Still by nightfall he could actually back up to the trailer, hook it up and pull out with it.

His shifting was still a bit rough but as long as Lundy did most of the driving, he should be able to pass.

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They reported in at Reisner early the next day to check for any updates and work on the other cases they hadn't turned over to other detectives. All they had lacked on one was the final report. They finished it and headed out.

Noon found them on the way to Dallas in the Jimmy. Levon wore his usual outfit of jeans, western shirt, denim jacket, boots and cowboy hat.

Joe had changed into jeans, a plain white T-shirt that showed off his muscles, running shoes and a leather jacket.

Lundy had dropped back and trailed Joe to the Jimmy when they had left Joe's apartment. It wasn't often he got to admire the ex-Chicago cop's tight buns and long runner's legs. Joe normally wore rather loose slacks.

It was almost five o'clock when they reported to the owner of Lone Starr Trucking. The owner Benjamin Starr was a tall thin black man. He greeted them with, "I's starting to think ya'll wasn't gonna make it."

"Thought we were supposed to leave late so that it'd be night when we get to Houston." Joe said.

The man nodded, "Yeah... well we close the yard at six. Much later and you wouldn'ta got a truck today."

"Okay, if I leave the Jimmy here?"

"Sure. Gates are locked at night. We got a watchman. Ain't never had no trouble on the lot." He turned to look them over, "I ain't got a lot of white guys working for me. Only one other team in fact. They were the first ones that got hit."

"We carrying water like the others?" Levon asked.

"Yeah, seems to be all they're after." Starr said. He led them over to a truck and said, "I'll go get your papers."

Lundy nodded. He leaned against the truck, while Joe stood at military parade rest a few steps from it.

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The first leg of the trip was uneventful but then they weren't expecting trouble until they hit the south side to Houston. All the trucks had been taken on the Galveston Road.

It had been raining for about and hour when they hit a detour sign about fifty miles north of Houston.

Lundy pulled to a stop just short of the detour sign.

"I don't like this, Lundy." Joe said quietly.

"Me neither. We ain't got no back up here. We were supposed to pick up an escort in Houston."

"You think we oughta take the detour or try to go on through?"

"Gotta take it. It looks real enough. Says there's been a flash flood and the road's impassable. If it's the hijackers... we're just on our own."

"Great."

Lundy backed the truck up and slowly maneuvered it onto the road that the arrow pointed to. It began to rain harder almost immediately.

The road they were now on was narrower than the highway they had turned off of.

Lundy's jaw tightened as the rain continued to get harder the farther down the road they went. "Get the map out and see if you can find this road on it." He ordered.

LaFiamma obeyed. He'd been keeping track of their route on the map from the beginning so he knew where they were when they hit the detour. It only took a few minutes to find the road they were on. "According to this, we should be back to the main road soon. This road sort of makes a loop and goes back to the other one."

"That's good news. Any idea how long this loop is?"

Joe studied the map again, checking the legend to see how many miles an inch equaled, "It looks to be about thirty, maybe thirty-five miles." He finally said.

"Great. We've gone about ten, fifteen at most." Lundy had slowed the truck to a crawl.

"That's halfway, Cowboy."

They were still rolling forwards very slowly when suddenly the front of the truck seemed to tilt forward. Joe who was leaning forwards and down looking at the map by the under dash light was unceremoniously dumped in the floorboards.

"Shit!" Lundy cursed as he down shifted and hit the brakes. As soon as he had the truck in park he looked over at Joe, "You all right?"

"Yeah. What the hell happened?" Joe was climbing back up into the raised seat.

"Think maybe the road is washed out. Need to get out and see how much damage there is."

"You didn't bring a raincoat! Neither did I!" Joe protested.

"Can't be helped. Check the sleeper. Might one up there."

Joe turned around and crawled up into the sleeper. After a minute he stuck his head back out. "I don't see anything."

"You check the locker?"

"What locker?"

"The storage locker in the end of the sleeper." Lundy said exasperatedly, "Here let me get up there."

He climbed up in the sleeper, crawling over Joe to check the locker built into the end of the sleeper. He wiggled past the Italian and pulled the locker open.

Joe turned to peer over his shoulder, surprised to see that there was a locker built into the end of the sleeper.

Lundy dug around in it for a few minutes then grunted triumphantly, "Here we go. Ponchos. Two of them. You can help me check the damage."

They climbed back out into the cab and put on the ponchos then climbed out to check the damage done to the truck.

Lundy made his way carefully along the side of the truck to the front wheels with Joe following behind him.

The wheels were sunk to the axle in the washed out spot in the road. He went around to the other side. It was the same.

Joe leaned close hugging the poncho around him against the rain and the wind, "Well?"

"We ain't going nowhere. Gonna need a tow. Better get back in the truck and see if we can raise anybody on that CB."

Half an hour later, Lundy gave up on the CB. All he got was static. With a sigh he leaned back in the driver's seat. "Ya might as well climb up in the sleeper and see if ya can grab a nap, boy." He said with a sigh. "We're here till the storm clears or somebody comes along. "I'm gonna set out some flares so we can be seen, just in case somebody does come along."

"Okay." Joe said, "You sure you don't need and help?"

"Yeah. Ain't no need for us both to be out in this mess. Get some sleep."

When he returned form setting the flares, Joe was in the sleeper, he looked in for just a second to confirm that his partner was asleep when settled down in the driver's seat to rest. He stretched his long legs across to rest them on the passenger's seat.

After a while the rain began to slack off but thunder was rumbling more rather than less. Levon was awake watching the lightening and listening to the thunder when a lightening strike hit a tree no more than a hundred yards away. The crash of thunder that followed was instantaneous. Incredibly loud, it shook the truck with its force.

LaFiamma came awake with a scream that would have awakened the dead. He practically dove out of the sleeper, landing on top of Lundy, who tried to catch him only to find himself with a lap full of screaming, struggling, terrified Italian.

"Joe!" Lundy was doing his best to contain his partner, fortunately the tight quarters of the cab was on his side. The blows Joe tried to aim at him had little force. "Damn it LaFiamma! It's me! Lundy! Calm down! What in hell is wrong with you?"

LaFiamma quit struggling and sat up, still sort of half in Lundy's lap. "L-L-Lundy? W-Where? W-what?"

Lundy could see that the Italian's eyes were still widely dilated with fear. He probably couldn't really see anything. He'd responded to Lundy's voice. Reaching up he smoothed the dark hair back out of Joe's face, "Easy, partner. Easy. It's all right... Everything is all right... We're in the truck on the highway... Remember? The hijacking case? It was just thunder... that's all... just thunder. Everything's okay." He continued to stroke the dark hair as Joe leaned against him, panting, still trembling.

Joe leaned into the touch, clinging to the solid reality of the cowboy.

Lundy gave him a tug and Joe followed the pull, shifting so that his legs were supporting more of his weight, lifting him off of the cowboy.

Lundy folded his legs up off the passenger's set and maneuvered Joe into it. He started to pull back but Joe clutched at him and whimpered so he leaned back in, hugging the still shaking man.

After a moment, Joe's breathing began to quiet and the shaking lessened.

Lundy pulled back slowly, "You gonna be all right now?" He asked softly.

Joe nodded, "Uh,... yeah." After a pause he asked, "Do I have any of that Gatorade left?"

"Yeah." Levon fished around in the floorboards until he found the bottle. He uncapped it and handed it to LaFiamma.

Joe drank then handed him the bottle back. "What time is it?"

"About two."

Joe nodded. "Your turn at the sleeper then."

"Uh-uh." Lundy shook his head. "Your hands are like ice. You're still shaking. I want you back up there, under that blanket. Now."

"Won't do no good... its not the cold."

"Shock?"

"Nightmare."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Can't."

"Don't remember it?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember it... Every bloody awful second of it but... I was in the Marines... Special Operations." He smiled grimly, a touch of bitterness tingeing his voice, "My nightmares are classified. The only person I can discuss them with is a Corps approved psychiatrist, with sufficient security clearances to hear them. I don't think you qualify."

Any offense that Lundy might have taken at the biting remark, vanished as Joe buried his face in his hands and sobbed quietly. He reached out and pulled the unresisting man into his arms, holding him gently, stroking his back to soothe him.

After a moment the sobs stopped and Joe took a deep breath and started to pull back.

Lundy held on to him, "Come on. Lets get you back in that sleeper."

Joe let Levon help him up and guide him back into the sleeper. As he slipped back under the blanket and Levon started to withdraw, he raised red rimmed eyes to Lundy's.

"Please...." It was just a whisper, barely audible but the desperation in those eyes held Lundy.

He nodded. "Let me slip my boots off."

A moment later, he slipped under the blanket with Joe and Joe snuggled close against him, instinctively moving to rest his head on Lundy's shoulder. Levon took a deep breath. [Lord, help me... I've wanted to hold him for so long. But he don't need what I want. Help me get through this night without upsetting him.]

Joe was still trembling slightly, and Levon shifted to let one hand stroke soothingly up and down Joe's arm. Joe shifted too, one arm sliding across Levon, moving nervously, up and down Levon's side.

The caress heightened Levon's already heated libido. He felt his cock respond, growing hard inside his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight.

Joe's hand continued to roam until it brushed lightly over Levon's groin. As his fingers brushed across Levon's rigid cock, Lundy gasped and they both froze... but Joe didn't move his hand.

After a long moment of silence Joe asked softly, shyly, "Lundy... have you ever... uh,,, you know... been with a man?"

Lundy took another deep breath and let it out slowly, "Yeah... uh... have... you?"

Joe's didn't answer for a moment but his fingers traced he outline of Levon's cock. Then softly, "Yeah," he lifted his head and looked up at Levon, his eyes dark with need as he asked hesitantly, "Do you... want... me?"

"Oh, god! Joe! I've wanted you forever." Levon's voice was heavy with arousal but he reached up to stroke back the unruly lock of dark hair that always found it's way over Joe's forehead to hang in his eyes.

"Make love to me." Joe pleaded softly.

"Are you sure this is what you want? It ain't just the nightmare?"

"I'm sure. I've wanted it for a long time... I just didn't have the courage to ask. I was so afraid you wouldn't want me.... But after the nightmare... the way you touched and held me... make me think maybe... you felt the same. Then... you were... hard and I had to ask... had to know if it was for me...."

Levon rolled towards him, one hand gliding through the dark hair, soothing, caressing as he bent over his partner to claim his lips in a gently kiss, long, wet and tender. When he finally broke the kiss, he lay firmly against Joe, letting him feel the hardness pressing against him.

"Oh, yeah! It's for you, Baby. Has been for a long time." He began pressing soft gentle kisses along Joe's jaw line, smiling as Joe moaned and tipped back his head to give him better access.

He whimpered and clutched at Levon as the cowboy captured his earlobe in a gentle nip then released it to suck at the point just below it on Joe's neck. His hands were busy lower down, pulling the T-shirt out of Joe's jeans and pushing it up to let him run his hands over Joe's bare skin. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of the silky skin, warm and firm under his fingertips and Joe moaned in response to the gentle touch.

His fingers brushed across a nipple and Joe arched up twisting to bring the fingers back across it. He smiled and stroked the other nipple as well. Joe writhed under him, moaning with need.

He chuckled, kissing his way back up to claim Joe's mouth again. He broke the kiss and returned to nibbling at the earlobe, delighted at the way Joe responded, moaning, writhing in an attempt to get more contact. Then Joe got their cocks lined up and all Levon could do was moan as Joe began thrusting up under him, rubbing their rampart cocks together through their jeans.

He could feel the need to come beginning to overwhelm him and rolled away off his eager partner. "Easy... easy boy. Not so fast."

Joe clutched at him, moaning in protest but subsided a bit as he felt one of Levon's hands drop to his waistband and begin to tug at the snap there.

A moment later the jeans were open and Levon pushed down on them. Joe raised his hips enough to let Levon push them down and off him. Then Levon's hand closed around his cock and he was thrusting into it even as his hands tugged at the waistband of Levon's jeans trying to get them off the cowboy.

Lundy released him long enough to quickly shove his jeans down and kick them off. Then the hand was back and Levon was leaning over him whispering, "Come for me, Baby. I want you to come for me."

When Joe reached for Levon's cock, the cowboy pushed his hand away, "I want inside you, Baby... if that's okay with you."

"Yes... inside... please..." Joe moaned.

"Ain't got no lube... don't wanna hurt you... I need you to come for me." Levon chanted softly, as he picked up speed jacking Joe's cock. "Come for me, Baby, I can use that to get you ready. Come for me...." Lundy bent to suckle at Joe's nipples.

Joe moaned and rocked his hips thrusting desperately into the cowboy's hand. His own hands clutched at the western shirt Lundy still wore, twisting in it as he moaned his pleasure.

Levon felt Joe's cock jerk and knew that his lover was about to come. He raised his head so that he could see Joe's face.

The Italian's back was arched his head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted as he screamed Lundy's name. " Leeeeeeevonnnnnn! Oh God! Leeeeeevonnn!" cum spurted, splattering across his bare stomach, once, twice, three times. Then he collapsed gasping.

Lundy leaned over him, bending to kiss him. Joe's lips parted and their tongues tangled for a long moment then Levon drew back slightly, "You are so beautiful." He whispered, reaching up to caress the dark hair again. He smiled down at his lover.

Joe's blue eyes were almost black in the dim light of the sleeper's small bulb. Only a tiny rim of blue showed and it was almost as dark as the pupil... midnight blue.

Levon leaned in for another kiss before asking softly, "Are you ready for me, Baby?"

"Yeah, Cowboy... I am so ready..." He started to turn over.

Levon stopped him, "Uh-uh. I wanna see your face. I wanna look into your eyes when we're joined."

Joe smiled and watched Levon as he positioned himself between Joe's thighs and lifted Joe's legs to his shoulders.

Levon carefully dipped his fingers in the still slick cum on Joe's stomach then moved his hand to gently caress the puckered entrance below Joe's balls. He pushed Joe's balls aside, then smiled as Joe reached down to pull them out of the way, watching as Joe rolled them gently between his fingers.

Lundy slipped one finger inside the tight ring and smiled as Joe's eyes half closed and a soft sigh escaped him. He withdrew the finger after a moment, smiling at the soft sound of protest Joe made. He reached back to get more of the slick cum then returned to caress the outer ring before slipping first one then a second finger inside, scissoring them to stretch the tight entrance. Soon a third finger joined them. He waited until Joe began to wiggle, trying to get more of the fingers inside himself then with drew them and placed the tip of his cock against the still snug ring.

Joe's eyes opened. He licked his lips. "Please... now. I want you inside me."

Levon smiled and pressed forward, firmly but gently.

Joe moaned softly and flexed his legs trying to bear down on the cock, force more of it inside himself, but Levon wouldn't let him. He pressed forward slowly and firmly. Pushing himself into the tight channel an inch at a time until finally his shaft was buried completely inside Joe.

All the time he was slowing sliding into his new lover he had watched Joe's face, now his eyes dropped to another barometer of how much Joe was enjoying this.

Joe's cock was completely erect again. Joe grinned at him and wiggled on his cock, encouraging him to thrust.

Slowly he withdrew then just as slowly thrust back in. He repeated the motion again. He loved the look on Joe's face. The eyes would close, the lips part and the tongue flick out to lick them as he thrust slowly in, filling his lover with his cock. Then as he withdrew the eyes would open, dark and hungry, pleading for him to thrust again as a soft moan of protest escaped the lips.

Gradually he picked up speed beginning to thrust deeper and harder into the moaning writhing body beneath him. His eyes closed, in pleasure. He wondered vaguely if he looked as flushed and wanton as Joe did. He reached for Joe's cock began to pump it but Joe's hand brushed at his, pushing it away.

"No... no...please... wanna come... without... please..."

Joe was incoherent but Lundy understood.

He wanted to come just from the raw pleasure of being taken.

Levon leaned into him, pushing Joe's legs up, almost to his shoulders and began to ride him in earnest.

Joe's cries of pleasure echoed off the ceiling of the sleeper. He locked his ankles behind Levon's head and used the powerful muscles of his legs to pull his lover closer. His hands were knotted in the bedclothes beneath them.

Levon shifted, and his cock began to hit Joe's prostate with every thrust. Joe shrieked and bucked up under him. That was all it took. Levon was coming and coming.

Joe cried out again then his cock jerked between them and he was coming too.

Levon collapsed on top of him. For a moment they lay still, locked together, then slowly, Joe unlocked his ankles and let his legs slide off Levon's shoulders and fall down to the sides.

Levon groaned then slowly raised up. He smiled at the realization that Joe was asleep. Slowly he separated from his lover and worked his way around and out of the sleeper. Looking around in the cab of the truck he found a couple of rags. One he held out the window to wet in the still falling rain. He used it clean himself up, grunting slightly at the cold then used the dry one to dry off with.

He found his jeans and slipped them on then climbed back into the sleeper. He held the damp rag between his hands for a long moment to warm it a bit then cleaned Joe off.

Joe grunted and shifted in his sleep but didn't wake.

Levon nudged him, "Joe? Come on boy. Rouse up a minute."

"Uhhhmmmph?"

"You need to put your jeans back on. Somebody's bound to come along sooner or later. Ya need to be dressed."

"Ommkay." Joe mumbled, he made no move to reach for the jeans but when Levon grabbed a foot and began to guide it into a pants leg he obligingly straightened it.

Levon guided the other foot into the other leg and began to work the jeans up Joe's legs. When he got them most of the way up he nudged Joe again. "Raise up, Joe.... Joe! Raise your hips."

Joe sleepily obeyed and Levon got the jeans the rest of the way up. Then he carefully tucked the cock and balls in, bending to place a light kiss on the head of Joe's cock before he tucked it in. He decided not to try zipping the jeans. Joe could do that when he woke up.

He climbed back out of the sleeper and checked to make sure that the flares he had set were still burning. Then he flicked on the emergency blinkers and climbed back into the sleeper with Joe. Snuggling down he pulled a blanket over them and gathered his lover into his arms.

Joe immediately rolled over and wrapped himself around Levon, snuggling even closer.

Lundy smiled and planted a kiss on the top of Joe's head. This trip might not have accomplished what it was supposed to but as far as he was concerned it had been a resounding success. He sighed softly and drifted off to sleep to the sound of rain falling on the roof of the semi's cab.

The end