King Cobra (Hot Rods)

chapter Nine


Alanso nearly crashed off his teetering barstool as he leaned forward to flag down the bartender, Ward.

“Don’t break your neck, Hot Rod.” The guy ambled over as Eli set Alanso to rights on the precarious perch. Swaying himself, it was a tricky operation. “I see you. I’m just not serving you another drink.”

“Ah, come on. Plenty of time ’fore last call.” He concentrated on not slurring.

“Right. But no way in hell am I risking your girl Sally kicking my ass for poisoning you.” He shook his head while running a cloth over beer glasses. “She scares the piss outta me.”

“Hey now,” Eli chimed in. “Watch yourself.”

“I know, I know.” Ward grinned. “Nobody messes with your gang.”

“Damn straight.” His assertion was somewhat less threatening when he belched loud enough to crack Alanso up.

“I’m so glad I’m not going to be you guys tomorrow.” Ward smiled as he shook his head. “So what’s the occasion, anyway?”

“My mom’s dead.” Alanso raised his glass, unsure if he would laugh or cry at the dry toast. Didn’t matter when the vessel slipped from his fingers and clattered to the bar where it lay rolling in an uneven circle. Luckily, unbroken.

Ward paused. He looked to Cobra, who nodded from where he sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Alanso. “Happened a long time ago. Found out today.”

“Shit, man.” The apology didn’t stop Ward from collecting the empty and refusing to replace it. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“’S okay. Means she didn’t walk out on me.”

A big, warm hand rested on his shoulder. Eli. “Maybe we’d better text somebody to come get us. A couple somebodies so my car gets home too.”

“Sure, Cobra.” Alanso patted his pocket. “Don’t think I got my phone.”

“Here.” It took several tries for Eli to jam his hand in his jeans and retrieve his smartphone. “F*ck. Dead battery.”

“I could call for you.” Ward reached for the bar phone.

“Did I hear that right?” A sultry voice snaked between Cobra and Eli, followed by the woman who’d spoken. It might have been beer goggles talking, but she looked pretty fine to Alanso. She sported a low-cut bedazzled T-shirt, skintight jeans and a pair of sexy cowgirl boots. “Two Hot Rods looking for a ride?”

“Fawn.” Eli groaned softly. “Imagine seeing you here.”

“The Psycho Ward is one of my favorite bars. Maybe yours too after the last time we ran into each other, huh?” She rubbed herself on Alanso’s man like she owned him. He would have staked a claim—with a big juicy kiss or maybe a public blowjob—if he’d been able to coordinate his limbs well enough to reach around her fake, balloon-sized tatas.

Well, they were sort of pretty, anyway. He’d like to motorboat them.

“I suppose I have some fond memories here.” Eli glanced to Alanso. “But not tonight so much.”

“Aww, having a bad day, honey?” She practically climbed into Eli’s lap.

Alanso wished he’d thought of that himself. Well, maybe they should go home. It could comfort him to curl up on their enormous sectional couch with Cobra and the rest of the gang.

“More Alanso than me. But yeah.” Eli tried to evade her wandering hands and edge toward Alanso.

“Oh boy, that’s no good.” Her overdramatic pout emphasized her full lips. She wormed her way between them and nestled her rounded booty against Alanso’s thigh. “I bet I can help turn things around for you guys.”

“Which one of us?” Alanso couldn’t believe she’d be as bold as she sounded.

“Well, your boss here can vouch for my skills.” She snagged a cherry out of her froufrou drink and twisted the stem into a knot with her tongue. A few chews and she swallowed the fruit, depositing the stem into his empty glass. “Wouldn’t mind trying you both on for size.”

Ward seemed to have vanished, retreating into the shadows to attend to patrons on the other side of the polished hardwood.

“More than anything, I need to take a whiz right about now.” Eli stood and brushed her clinging limbs from his body. She was like a grabby octopus. “You’ve had more than me, Alanso. Come on.”

“We’ll be right back.” Al grinned at the woman and her sparkly boobies.

“Then maybe you’ll give me a few dances before we hit the road?” She gyrated against him. He was only human. She felt good and smelled pretty. Club music acted like kryptonite on his better sense. It worked him up every time.

“Sounds good, Bambi.”

“It’s Fawn, baby.” She patted his bald head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t forget after tonight.”

Batting her lashes hard enough to start a windstorm in Kansas, she turned and sashayed toward the juke box in the corner.

“Are you crazy?” Eli grabbed Alanso’s ear and dragged him to the men’s room.

“Nope. But I’m pretty hammered.” He laughed as he began to forget about why he’d been so damn depressed. “And I’m about to piss on your sneakers, maricón.”

“F*cker.” Eli shoved him through the swinging door, a begrudging chuckle sneaking around his disapproval. “Don’t you dare.”

They adopted their stances, whipping their cocks out without any awkwardness. Hell, they’d done this about a million times before. Except tonight Alanso remembered what it was like to taste Cobra’s cobra. What it was like to touch him, hear him, feel him.

“Mierda! I can’t go with a hard-on.” He concentrated on the business at hand.

“How the f*ck do you have a boner?” Eli looked at him as if he were a freak of nature. “I’m pretty sure we broke some records tonight.”

“Eh. Good genes, I guess.” He sobered for an instant. “Look, Eli. What’s the deal with this girl? Was she hot? Do you like her? Can we…try something?”

“Like what?” Eli tried to stuff his penis in his pants, but the truth was he sported some wood himself, making it difficult to repackage his junk. “Today’s been wild enough, hasn’t it? Maybe we should call it quits before we do something stupid.”

“I’m asking you to do her. With me. I want to know if we can. I didn’t like seeing her touch you. But…I still like p-ssy, Cobra. I’m not, like, completely not wanting chicks anymore.” He washed his hands off, then scrubbed some cold water over his face. “Joder! This is hard.”

“I hear what you’re saying.” Eli took his time drying his hands. “I agree. I don’t know how to say what I want. But, yeah, like the crew. Like the guys. I want both.”

“So we’re bi, I guess is what I mean.” Alanso swallowed hard and looked up at Eli. “Right?”

“Uh, sure.” Eli shrugged. “Why do we have to call it something?”

“No reason.” He turned to leave.

“Wait.” A restraining arm wrapped around his shoulders from behind, tugging him toward the solid warmth of his best friend. “I want you, Alanso. That’s not going to change. And yeah, I still feel like messing around with other people. Women. Maybe the Hot Rods if they’re into it. Only if you’re with me. But…I’m not sure Fawn should be on that list. I’m kind of over sex for the sake of quick relief. It’s so much better when it means something. Like this morning.”

“I know who I’d like to have most.” Sally flashed through Alanso’s mind.

“Yeah, me too.” Eli rested his forehead on Alanso’s baldness.

“But I don’t want to f*ck that up. This is like starting over. Nothing I knew about dating and how stuff works is true anymore.” Alanso hated the tightness in his throat. “I don’t have any swag when it comes to this. I need training wheels. Or…whatever Fawn’s packing in that skimpy shirt.”

Eli chuckled against him. The heat of his breath and the dampness of his lips weren’t helping the situation in Alanso’s pants.

“Okay, what you’re saying makes sense. Kind of.” Eli shook his head. “But I don’t think tonight’s the night. It’s not smart. We’re wasted. Let’s consider this when our brains dry out.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Alanso agreed. “Fine. Right, as usual. But can we at least dance some of this off so I’m not dying tomorrow?”

“I’m not so great at that. Not like you with those damn hips.” A groan fell from Eli’s throat.

“You weren’t complaining ’bout my hip action this morning, amigo.” He trotted toward the door before Eli could retaliate. “Come on. You’re drunk enough not to care what you look like.”

“Great. Real comforting. A*shole,” Eli grumbled, but followed.

“Maybe later you can play with it. If you practice the motion of the ocean.” Alanso didn’t wait for a response. He strode over to the dance floor, undid a few buttons on his shirt, and showed off his chest and abs as he undulated to the beat of Don Omar’s “Taboo”.

When he curled his fingers to beckon Fawn or maybe Eli, who stood behind her, they both answered his call.



A couple hours later, Eli believed he was much more grounded. The loopy daze and comforting numbness had worn off. In fact, some of him felt like he’d gotten internal road rash. He couldn’t wait to faceplant into his bed. Or maybe Alanso’s. Those damn sheets had been as luxurious as they looked.

“You boys going to invite me in for a drink?” Their courtesy cab driver licked her red lips and tossed her hair as she parked in front of Hot Rods.

“I don’t think we’re up for that tonight, Fawn.” Eli climbed from the car. “Sorry we dragged you out of your way, if that’s what you expected. Go ahead and pull up to the pump. I’ll fill your tank for your trouble.”

“I’d rather a tour of your shop instead.” She winked at him. “I have a thing for big engines, you know?”

Alanso caught his gaze and shrugged. What was five more minutes before getting upstairs to the rest of the guys, Sally and bed? Ugh. It seemed like a lot, but what could he say? She had carted their lame asses home.

“Sure.” He opened her door and handed her out. Mostly so she wouldn’t bust her ass in those crazy cowgirl boots. Last thing they needed was a lawsuit.

Of course she took the opportunity to falter, snugging up tight to his side and encircling his waist. Though he knew it was just his hormones talking, Eli couldn’t deny she felt nice. Toned, yet soft in all the right places.

Maybe he was being too rash. He’d had her once before. At least, he’d come in her mouth after a behind-the-bar blowjob. When he’d offered to return the favor, she giggled and said she’d take a rain check. He’d assumed she just liked the power of reducing a guy to begging. Now he wondered if she expected him to make good on his debt.

Alanso glanced over at him and mouthed, Please?

The uncertainty mirrored in his friend’s warm gaze stabbed Eli hard in the gut. If this would ease his worry and erase some of the stress of the day, instead of adding more, who was he to make that call for them both?

“Shit.” Eli remembered too late that he’d tossed his keys to Roman. Double shit when he grabbed the handle, tested it and the heavy metal swung open. “It’s impossible to find good help these days.”

He made a mental note to follow up on security measures in the morning, then held the door for their guest. When Alanso passed, Eli whispered, “You’re on. Let’s see what we can do. Together. Practice for when it actually counts.”

Alanso winked and trailed his hand over the bulge in the crotch of Eli’s jeans. “My turn.”