Former Jersey wiseguys Tony and Carter turned over a whole new leaf when they decided to open an old-fashioned Italian deli in a quiet little tourist town in Northern Idaho. Compared to busting heads and collecting protection money, this new life's a breeze. Or it was, right up until they're asked to help the victim of a hate crime, a teenage boy who was beaten just because he's gay.
"That's what I like," Carter said, his voice a deep rumble Tony could feel as well as hear. "A little unscheduled afternoon delight."
Tony chuckled. The deli they'd opened after they decided to stay for a while in Idaho was closed on Mondays during the off season. This wasn't the first Monday afternoon they'd spent fucking each other.
"One of the advantages of being the boss," Tony said. "We make our own hours."
A late spring snowstorm had blown in the day before. That was one of the hazards of living less than a hundred miles from the Canadian border, or so Norman had told them. Norman ran a sporting goods store in town. Tony and Carter had stopped a robbery in Norman's store before Christmas. They'd just been passing through, trying to decide what to do with themselves and most definitely trying to stay off the radar of the rival family who'd killed Uncle Sid and every lieutenant in Sid's family -- except Tony.
After the attempted robbery, passing through had changed to staying through Christmas, and then to deciding to stick around for a while. Norman had turned into a good friend. Sixty if he was a day, Norman never seemed to mind that Tony and Carter were a couple. He hadn't asked any questions about their background either, even though it was obvious they knew what they were doing around guns and bad guys. Norman had been the one who suggested they re-open the town's old deli after a talk one day about the places they'd liked to go as kids. Getting baked ziti from an old Italian deli with his dad back in Jersey was one of the few memories Tony had of his father.
Carter pushed himself off Tony. Tony stretched out and rolled over onto his back. His cock stood up at half mast. Carter grinned as he stared down at it.
"You want me to do something about that?"
