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Tess and Rusty had twelve days left until Danny was released.
They spent eleven days bouncing around the country; spending most of their time looking at art, fucking, and not talking about Danny.
First up to Chicago, then across to DC, then down to Nashville with a brief trip over to Atlanta before down again to New Orleans, before all the way back up to Philly.
Neither of them had the heart to go into New Jersey yet. Instead they spent the rest of the time curled up in a hotel room and wrapped around each other.
On the twelfth day, Rusty grabbed his keys and loaded up the car one last time. Tess climbed into the passenger seat one last time.
They drove over to the prison in silence. Tess got into the back seat. Rusty got out of the car and leaned against the prison gate. He looked up as Danny walked out in his tuxedo.
“Looking for someone?” Rusty asked sarcastically.
“Thirteen million and you drive that piece of shit cross country to pick me up?” Danny asked back.
“Hello to you, too.” Rusty laughed. They shook hands as an actual hello as Rusty looked over Danny.
“Your hair's grayer.” Rusty observed.
“Your eyes got closer together. How's life?” Danny asked.
“Life... is a room full of pillows. C'mon…” Rusty shot back as they walked towards the Mercedes. “Where do you want to go first?”
“To a phone.” Danny answered. Rusty wasn’t surprised by that.
“I stopped and picked up your personal effects, put them in the back seat.” Rusty replied.
“My what?” Danny asked. He opened the door to the passenger side of the car to see Tess, composed as always, smiling up at him. He smiled back. “ I'm not sure these belong to me.”
“Sure they do.” She replied, an edge in her voice.
Both men got into the car, Rusty driving, Danny next to Tess. He kissed her once as Rusty started the car.
“We need to find Rusty a girl.” Danny mused.
“There's a women's prison just down the road…” Rusty joked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Danny grasped Tess’s hand, running his finger over the silver band that Tess put back on the moment Danny got arrested after Vegas and hadn’t taken off since.
“You said you sold this.” Danny asked.
“That's what I said.” she agreed.
“Liar.” Danny replied.
“Theif.” she shot back.
All three people were aware of Terry’s goons right behind them. Tess was trying not to be tense. Danny was trying not to fuck up. Rusty was trying not to crash the car.
The air seemed thinner the minute they lost the tail; the minute the three of them were truly alone together.
***
Rusty instinctively knew where Rusty wanted to go; their safehouse up past Buffalo. He didn’t know what would happen when they got there.
There was conversation, subdued and slightly terse conversation, but there was conversation. Dann led, as he always did. He started with Terry Benedict.
“He was watching me in California. I don’t think he got a good tail on us after Rusty picked me up though. Not until we showed up here.” Tess explained.
“Y’all drive all the way here?” Danny asked, looking up at Rusty through the rear view mirror, knowing the answer.
“Seemed safer than flying.” Rusty bit out.
“And how was the drive?” Danny asked to no one in particular.
“Calm. Long stretches of highway.” Rusty answered, measuring his voice.
“Lot’s of fast food.” Tess added.
“I’m sure.” Danny “And Basher?”
Tess stiffened. Rusty rolled his eyes. “Which one of us called you?”
“Why didn’t you call me?” Danny asked back.
“It was Linus.” Rusty answered his own question.
“Of course it was.” Danny replied.
“I was busy getting Basher out. Didn’t have much time to pick up the phone. ‘Sides you know me-“ Rusty added.
“You never call.” Danny finished.
“Got a whole laundry list of people I’d have to talk too if I started making calls. Sure as hell not going to do that.” Rusty said.
“You should call-“ Danny started.
“My mother, I know. Just because she bakes you cookies and calls you handsome doesn’t mean I should call her.” Rusty replied.
“You have other women calling you handsome?” Tess joked.
“Oh tons.” Rusty replied. Tess’s eyes shot to him in the mirror. ‘But mostly my batshit mother.”
“She is a lovely woman.” Danny protested.
“She talks to the squirrels that she believes are in her attic. And she calls you Daniel Danny Dan every time she says your name.” Rusty replied.
“You should still call her.” Danny protested.
Rusty rolled his eyes and refocused on the road.
***
A few hours passed, polite chit chat and periods of silence filled the car. Another two went by in a similar fashion after a picnic at a random rest stop.
They weren’t far from Buffalo now.
Rusty couldn’t conceptualize what was going to happen when they got there. Danny was always the ideas man after all.
“I feel like I’m crashing your honeymoon.” Rusty said, mostly to Danny, as they entered city limits. Only about twenty minutes left now until this road trip actually ended.
“You would had fun on our honeymoon.” Danny replied. “The Bahamas are nice. Lots of food in all-inclusives.”
“I don’t think I’d have had y’alls kind of fun.” Rusty shot back.
“I don’t know, I disagree.” Danny replied.
“I’m with Danny.” Tess agreed.
Rusty just swallowed hard and went back to driving.
***
The car was scarily silent as Rusty pulled into the main section of town, an uneasy feeling deep in his chest. Danny had to know what had happened with Tess. The guilt was eating him alive.
He didn’t know why. He’s been interfering in this marriage the whole time it has existed.
“Rusty take a detour. I think the three of us should have a celebratory dinner. I mean, how many times is a man going to get out of jail in his life?” Danny asked rhetorically.
Rusty shook his head slightly but turned towards the butcher they’d met twenty years ago.
An hour later, Danny was in the kitchen of their safe house, making compound butter for the steaks they’d picked up.
Tess was peeling potatoes and Rusty was searching for a corkscrew for the wine.
An hour after that, the three of them were around the table, enjoying the meal.
Food helped lighten the mood slightly, but Rusty could still feel the tension in the air. The wine helped more with that than the steak.
Tess was mostly holding the conversation now, asking about the interesting people they’d met on the job. Danny and Rusty were answering in turn, looking at each other before each response, mentally agreeing on answers.
They ate, they talked, they drank. Rusty was reminded of Tulsa.
Eventually, the plates were cleared and the dishes washed.
“One more glass of wine.” Danny said, half a demand, half a question.
Rusty refilled all their glasses and the three of them settled into the den.
Rusty barely had the chance to swallow the first sip before Danny started the conversation they’d been avoiding all night. “So how did it happen?”
“How did what happen?” Tess played dumb.
“We were drunk.” Rusty didn’t feel like lying. “A few days after I picked her up.”
“And does she know?” Danny asked.
“Des she know what?” Now it was Rusty’s turn to play dumb.
“Do I know if you two have been sleeping together for years? Yeah, he told me. And I already suspected.” Tess answered.
A silence fell over the room for a moment before Danny chuckled slightly. Both Tess and Rusty glared at him.
“You having fun over there?” Rusty bit out.
“I’m just thinking about how screwed I am.” Danny replied.
“Are you? Are you really screwed? Seems like you got what you always wanted.” Tess shot back.
“Explain?” Rusty asked.
“The two of us. In the same room. In love with him.” Tess answered.
Danny’s eyes shot to Rusty. They both swallowed hard.
“So what are you proposing Tess?” Rusty pushed, ignoring her other statement.
“We stay together.” She replied, way too casually for the situation.
“A threesome?” Rusty blinked at the suggestion.
“A throuple.” Danny corrected. Both Tess and Rusty caught the edge in his voice and looked up at him.
The smile on his face was unmistakable.
Oh, the three of them were all so fucked.
***
For the first time in three to six months, Danny’s lips were back on Rusty’s. They had made it to bed after a very slow progression down the hall that involved a lot of various people being pressed up against walls and clothes being stripped off.
Danny was kissing Rusty hard, half straddling him for stability while Tess lightly kissed Rusty’s neck, mostly just watching her husband.
“How do you want this?” Danny asked them both.
“Thought you were supposed to be the ideas man.” Tess murmured in reply.
“Oh I have plenty of ideas.” Danny smirked. “But I want to make this good for both of you.”
Rusty looked over at Tess. They both looked at Danny. An understanding passed between them.
“Okay, Rusty’s in the middle then. Rus, get on all fours.” Danny half spoke half growled his words.
Tess slid under Rusty as Rusty braced himself for Danny. Danny pulled off Rusty’s shirt. Rusty unbuttoned Tess’s.
It didn’t take long before they were all naked. Six hands made it an easy job.
Rusty started kissing down Tess’s neck as Danny moved towards the nightstand. Tess raised an eyebrow when Danny pulled out a bottle of lube.
Danny had the decency to look guilty. Rusty looked like he was reminiscing.
Rusty moved to the underside of Tess’s jaw as Danny started to prep him. They’d done this a hundred times. Danny knew exactly when to add another finger and how to tease Rusty from the inside.
And tease he did, lightly brushing over his prostate rarely while stretching him open.
Every moan Rusty let out made Tess moan in return. It was music to Danny’s ears.
Danny figured Rusty had been prepared enough. He was ready.
Danny used his free hand to pull on Rusty’s hair. Tess blinked in surprise as Danny pulled Rusty off her.
Dan tilted his head and leaned down slightly, whispering into Rusty’s ear. “You want me to fuck you?”
Rusty nodded eagerly.
“Use your words.” Danny pushed.
“Yes Danny. Yes fuck me please.” Rusty begged.
“Make her feel good.” Danny dropped Rusty back down.
Rusty immediately complied, giving Tess his signature puppy dog eyes and going, “How do you want me?”
“Just like this. Fuck me like this.” Tess’s breath caught in her throat as she directed him.
Slowly, Rusty pushed into her. He settled into her and let her breath for a moment.
Danny took that moment to seat himself fully inside of Rusty in one strong stroke.
Danny waited until Tess obviously wanted Rusty to move to start moving. Every movement any of them made coursed through the three of them.
They moved together, giving and receiving pleasure in turn. Danny fucking Rusty. Rusty getting fucked while fucking Tess. Tess getting fucked by Rusty. Rusty continuing his assault on Tess’s neck. Danny gripping Rusty’s hips hard enough to bruise. All three making the most beautiful cacophony of sounds.
The pleasure built up in all three of them.
Rusty became more vocal as Danny fucked into him hard. Tess’s breath came in irregular pants. Danny bit into Rusty's shoulder to stop himself from groaning.
Danny could tell they were both close to unraveling. Ever the gentleman, he figured Tess should go first. He leaned back down and whispered in Rusty’s ear once more, “Not yet. Get her off.”
Rusty reached down and circled her clit as he continued to fuck into her. He let out a steady stream of praise and flattery. Tess threw her head back.
She came with the prettiest grown either of the men had ever heard.
Tess tightened as she came and it took everything in Rusty not to immediately follow suit.
“Keep going.” Danny encouraged Rusty while continuing his own fucking.
Rusty fucked Tess through her orgasm. He fucked her until she was almost ready to cum again.
She was practically twitching from the amount of stimulation.
“Now?” Rusty bit out.
“Now.” Danny agreed.
Rusty came with a shout, filling Tess up. Danny let himself break too, filling Rusty up in tandem.
The next few moments were still. Heavy breathing filled the air as they all tried to come down from their respective highs. Reluctantly, Danny pulled out. Rusty pulled out after.
Tess and Rusty were both dripping.
Danny got up and grabbed a towel. He cleaned them both up slowly.
No one spoke until Danny got back in bed. All three of them sat up to face each other like adults.
“What now?” Tess asked.
Danny looked at Rusty. Rusty looked at Danny.
“Barcelona?” Danny asked.
“The Picasso Museum? Five. Maybe six.” Rusty agreed.
“The kid would do it. Yen too. Maybe the twins-”
“In jail. Maybe Ma-”
“Unreliable. J-”
“Retired.”
“I can fix that.” Danny said with a smile.
“Should I ask?” Tess replied.
Danny and Rusty gave her twin smiles.
She had come to know that expression.
They were planning a heist.