A/N: Okay - call me absolutely crazy, but someone pointed out to me tonight that I never marked this story "Complete" like I normally do when I finish one, and asked me if I was planning on continuing it. I really wasn't going to, but then I gave it some thought (just like Justin did in Ep 308 - LOL!) and decided, why not? I only have a new job coming up that I should be preparing for, but what the heck...I think I could squeeze just a little more out of this...hope you don't mind the large gap between the update - this is dedicated to Bryton4ever71 - thanks for the nudge...! And just so there's no misunderstanding - there WILL be at least be one more chapter to this eventually...not sure how the heck I'll end it, but I WILL continue it for at one more go-round at least! And now back to the "Boys in the Wild" as my requestor called them...

The Next Day – Berkley Falls Lodge

Lying on his back, Brian burrowed deeper into the king-sized bed, reveling at last in luxurious sleeping quarters; after having his ass tortured the past week – and not in a GOOD way – he was in no hurry at all to get out of this soft, overstuffed feather bed. That didn't mean he necessarily had to be sleeping in it, though; in fact, he could think of something even more pleasurable to do with his ass – and someone else's – at the moment.

His eyes still closed, he blindly reached out to his side to touch the familiar, warm body of his artiste in residence; when he only came up with air instead and a rather cold mattress, however, he opened his eyes slowly and turned his head in puzzlement. Where did the man GO? He normally could tell when Justin left their bed; even though they may not necessarily be touching when it happens, it was as if they had some type of invisible tether attached to each other or a kind of radar that went into red alert when the other man rose from their bed and left. Perhaps that was why Brian had awakened; without his partner there, it just didn't feel quite as inviting as it normally would.

He raised his head and craned it around their suite to search for him, but the surroundings were quiet. He groaned in protest a little as he slowly sat up and the thin sheet fell down around his waist; he smirked as he noticed how crumpled up it was and how tangled his legs were in the satin fabric. That was some wild rodeo riding we did last night, Sunshine, he thought, smiling smugly. All that celebrated vindication this morning had made them both horny as hell and extremely energized, to Brian's great satisfaction. As he pulled the sheet back and arose from the bed, the soreness around his thighs and ass was direct reflection of their numerous "workouts;" in a moment of weakness after Justin had taken a ride on his stallion, he had even allowed his little cowboy to do some ropin' of his own. Now all he had to do was FIND the little Buckaroo.

He kicked the sateen sheet from his feet and twisted his bodyaround to rise from the bed. Padding over to the bathroom, he relieved himself before indulging in a long shower under the spa-like head. Feeling refreshed from the invigorating spray and finally dressed casually in jeans and a long-sleeved black tee shirt, he was beginning to get concerned about his partner's whereabouts when he heard the doorknob turning. As he peered around the corner of their kitchen, he observed Justin quietly entering the room and closing the door; his partner was obviously assuming he was still asleep. Never one not to take advantage of a situation when it was warranted, he took the opportunity to quietly sneak the few feet over to his partner while he still had his back to him.

Brian burst out chuckling as Justin jumped up in the air and let out a screech when he grabbed him tightly from behind. "Fuck!" Justin screamed as he felt a pair of arms pinning him against a muscular, taut body – a body he knew extremely well; after all, the man had spent a considerable amount of time getting him reacquainted with it – over and over and over again. Not that he was complaining exactly, but was the man a fucking ROBOT or what? And he thought HE had stamina. "Bri-an," he protested. "You've GOT to be kidding," he scolded him as he turned around in the other man's arms. "Haven't I paid penance enough by now for talking you into going camping?"

"No, Sunshine, you haven't paid my penis back enough yet….."

"I said penance, you moron, and you KNOW it!" he retorted, his eyes flashing in mock irritation. Only problem was, Brian couldn't tell whether his eyes were flashing or anything else, because Justin was strangely wearing a dark pair of sunglasses and yet another one of his fashionable hats; this one, though, was new. It was a camouflage-design hunting cap, which just happened to match the brown, olive green, and black speckled overalls. Overalls?

Brian released his partner and stood back from him as if he were seeing him for the first time – at least, he THOUGHT it was Justin – it smelled like Justin and it sounded like Justin, but it sure as fuck didn't LOOK like Justin. "What in the HELL are you wearing?" he growled, aghast. He leaned over and raised the sunglasses slowly to look into his partner's eyes. Yeah – it was Justin all right; SOMEWHERE in there.

Justin stood stiffly, his hands on his hips; just what was wrong with his outfit? "Did you honestly think I'd walk down to the lobby without a disguise?" he answered shortly.

"Why? Trying to blend in with the crowd? Although, I think it's a little early for wild turkey hunting season, Elmer Fudd," Brian quipped. "Be vewy, vewy quiet," he whispered, placing a finger over his lips before he broke out in a laugh to Justin's extreme aggravation.

"Vewy, vewy FUNNY, Bugs," he snapped testily, shoving Brian's shoulder none too playfully and walking past him to plop down on the suite's couch. He finally removed his glasses and flapped hunting cap as Brian walked over to join him; the brunet stood a few feet away, shaking his head in amusement. "Okay…..I give up, oh Great Hunter. You want to tell me what you're up to NOW?"

Justin shook his head in aggravation; was this man dense or what? He held out a folded newspaper as he said, "I went down to the lobby to pick up the afternoon edition of the paper. I wanted to see if there was anything in there about Emmett and Michael getting arrested this morning. I didn't want Ben or Calvin to recognize me," he explained. The reason seemed perfectly logical to him; although he had to admit that perhaps spending a week out in the primitive wilderness may have scrambled his brain just a bit by now.

Brian snorted as he took the proffered paper and sat down next to his partner. "No chance of that happening in THAT getup, Sunshine," he told the blond. "It sure is subtle," he observed as Justin glared at him. "So did you see anything in there about it?" he asked curiously; he figured in this small burg, the event of this morning was probably big doings here.

Justin nodded solemnly. "Page 3," he said curtly, as he peered over to watch his partner open up the indicated page.

"Holy shit," Brian said, noticing a black and white mug shot of their two friends, along with a helpful accompanying identification line directly below indicating their full names; the headline read Pair Arrested for Lewd Conduct. "Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "I wonder if the jail photographer ever does freelance work? I don't think Michael or Emmett have ever looked better." He frowned as he continued to scan the article. "Actually, I'm a little insulted," he said. "If anyone was going to be accused of lewd contact, it should have been us. Ow!" he snapped, as Justin smacked him on the shoulder. "Will you fucking take it easy?" he protested. "I'm very delicate, you know."

Justin snorted. "Delicate my ass," he growled.

"Yes, it is," Brian answered, nodding. He at last received a small smile from his partner in return. He turned back to the article to read the rest of the narrative. "Shit! It says they could face up to three years in jail? I wonder what type of food they serve them down here. Possum grits and moonshine?" he asked in his best down-home accent. "The booze might not be too bad, but grilled snout? I don't know about that. Might be low-carb at least..."

"Will you be serious here?" Justin replied, glaring at him. "They could be in big trouble, Brian! We have to do something!"

"Are you fucking crazy, Sunshine? They put us through hell this past week! They scared us shitless – more than once, I might add – they almost made us drown, and worst of all, they fucking turned my hair orange! NOBODY messes with my hair!" he snapped. "By the way, you weren't exactly an innocent bystander in our retaliation plan, you know – I'd say they got exactly what they deserved! Let them eat hog jowls in there until they explode!"

"Brian," his partner scolded him. "I know you don't mean that – Michael's your best friend; and Emmett – God, poor Emmett wouldn't last one night in jail with the way he dresses and talks and…..well, you know," he finished lamely. Did he really have to spell it out?

"You mean the queers would be all over his rosy little bottom before you could say Aunt Lula's fruitcake," he finished for him as Justin nodded soberly. He huffed. "Well, I still say they need at least a day or two in there just to teach them not to mess with our heads," he maintained. "The only one I let mess with my head is YOU."

Justin grimaced. "Thanks…I think. I STILL say we need to help them, Brian. If not for the two of them, then, Debbie. Do you really want a red-headed, infuriated mother like her on your back when she finds out who caused her son to wind up in jail?" He peered over at his partner pointedly with a fixed gaze until he heard the brunet sigh and raise his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay," he conceded grudgingly. "You've got a point there. What exactly do you have in mind?"

"We'll have to break them out," Justin decided firmly.

"We'll have to WHAT? I could have sworn you just said we'll have to break them out."

"That IS what I said."

"Are you out of your FUCKING MIND? Do you want to wind up in jail WITH them?"

Justin huffed. "I didn't say it'd be easy – I'm just saying that's what we need to do."

Brian stood up and stared down at the man who was impersonating Justin Taylor. "You have GOT to be kidding! Do you know what would happen if we get caught helping them escape? We'd wind up in jail WITH THEM! Now I could take being in close quarters with some of those hardened convicts , but no way am I sharing a jail cell with Emmett! I did that once, remember? It was NOT pretty – well, maybe pretty if you're into drama queens, but trust me – it was NOT pretty. Besides, I LIKE my loft – I don't get off on cement and steel bars – too austere."

Justin stood up to confront his partner, his face a picture of stubborn obstinacy. "Well, if you won't help me, I'll just have to do it myself. I know what they did was wrong, but I can't deal with them being in jail because of it. I never realized it would go that far." He promptly reached over to replace his sunglasses and hunting cap on his head, prepared to tromp out to begin the Great Queer Rescue.

Brian sighed heavily as he continued to star at his pigheaded, out-of-his-mind partner in disguise. "I'm going to regret this," he muttered, shaking his head. "Where are the convicts incarcerated?"

Justin smiled, happy now that his life partner was now agreeing to be his partner in crime as well. "The South Putnam County Jail," he answered easily; he had it practically memorized since he had read about their friends' plight earlier and had began to formulate his plan.

"Of course," Brian snarled. "Right next to the Dukes of Hazzard Museum, no doubt." He reached over to snatch Justin's hat off his head, as the blond raised his hands in an unsuccessful attempt to retrieve it.

"Hey! Give that back, Brian! I need it!"

"No way, Elmer! You'll have to find another disguise! If you think we're going to go down there and bust them out with you wearing THAT outfit, you're fucking out of your mind! Do you really think that constitutes going incognito?"

Justin glared at him. "As a matter of fact, I DO. A hunter should be practically invisible around here. If anyone would stand out like a sore thumb, it would be YOU in your Armani jeans and Gucci shirt." He raked his eyes disdainfully over his partner's lean, albeit fucking sexy-as-hell body perfectly molded in his casual attire; he looked great if Justin was wanting to fuck him senseless, but he certainly didn't look the part for what HE had in mind at the moment. "We'll just have to stop at the Goodwill on the way there," he decided spontaneously. He snatched his hat back and placed it on his head as he began to pull Brian toward the door before the man had a chance to digest that piece of information. Three...Two...One…..

"No FUCKING WAY!" Brian protested as he realized just what Justin had said; his normally luxiously-appointed ears had refused at first to acknowledge what his partner had actually said before Justin quickly opened the door and shoved him out. "I am NOT driving near Goodwill, I am not stopping at Goodwill, and I am most certainly NOT wearing anything that CAME from Goodwill!" he yelled, insulted.

Justin loudly shushed him. "Will you shut the HELL up? Do you want the whole building to hear you?" he snapped, as the elevator came to a blessed stop and opened up. He hastily pushed Brian in, silently thankful of the fact that they were alone in the car. "It's just for today," he said soothingly as he patted Brian's shoulder, trying to placate his partner's wounded ego and pride. "No one knows you down here," he pointed out helpfully.

"I know me," Brian complained. "Do you have any idea what might be hiding in those clothes? All kinds of vermin – bedbugs, lice, moths….." He shuddered in disgust at the mere thought of it. He loved Justin, but there were limits to what he would do for him. This was quickly approaching one of those times.

"Oh, don't be such a snooty coward," he chided him, his eyes bright as he reproached his partner. "It's just to get us into the jail so we can see what we're up against," he told him evenly. "I guarantee you – no one in their right mind would be here that would recognize you."

"Correction…..no one in their right mind would ever be here PERIOD," Brian snapped, huffing out an angry breath. He gave up a king-sized feather bed for THIS? A sudden thought occurred to him. "What about Ben and Calvin? Do you think they just ran off and left their honey buns locked up in jail? I seriously doubt that."

Justin frowned. "Yeah…..I hadn't thought about it. I imagine they're still here somewhere. All the more reason why you need to get out of those clothes."

"Sunshine, any other time I would be delighted by your demand, but NOT for this reason," he protested vehemently, shaking his head.

Justin slowly walked over to Brian and placed a warm hand on his chest, palm down. "Please, Brian," he whispered pleadingly, his blue eyes searching the other man's with that puppy-dog look that always got Brian in trouble, and more often than not, got Justin exactly what he wanted. "Think of Debbie…..worried about her baby locked up with all those big, bad felons. Think of the never-ending torture she will no doubt inflict upon both of us for subjecting her baby to perverts and straight men. Think of the never-ending recriminations.….."

"All right, all right!" Brian growled. "Damn you, Justin – you had to pull out the big guns, didn't you? You know I'm defenseless against Debbie in her full-blown, protective mother hen mode! All right," he said finally, but he was still disgusted at the mere thought. "We'll stop at fucking Goodwill. But I'm NOT trying anything on – and I'm NOT wearing anything plaid or polyester." He shuddered again, aghast at the mere thought. How does he get himself talked into these things? Oh, yeah…..Justin. The man presently molding himself against him in gratitude and raining butterfly kisses all over his face, his neck, and his shoulders as he softly tousled the hair at the back of his neck. The man whose quickening pulse still made his own speed up at his mere touch. The man he loved to death – even when he WAS being totally unreasonable and totally out of touch with any sort of fashion decorum. Looks like Debbie's not the ONLY one I'm defenseless against...

As they more quietly now exited the elevator by the lobby and peered out carefully to make sure no one they knew was observing them, Brian couldn't help the same thought from entering his mind as if in a perpetual loop. I'm going to regret this, I'm going to regret this, I'm going to regret this….