"Are We There Yet?" Written for Sunnie's B-day!!! “Justin, you’re lost.” Biting thumb from backseat. “Am not.” Studies the road intently. Leans forward. “Oh, you are so fucking lost.”  Stares at same road sign for the fifth time. “Jesus Christ, Chris! I can find the house. I’m not stupid.” Reaches for glasses from dashboard. Silence. Five minutes later and three left turns... “Fuck. I’m lost.” “Let me drive, Justin.” Turns in passenger seat to study tense face beside him. “Lance, I can drive. I’m not stupid.” “I didn’t say you were. But it’s getting late. The party has been going on for over three hours and...” “Justin, get out. Let Lance drive.” Sits back and takes shoe off to adjust sock. “Shut up, Chris. You always take his side. Why is that?” “Because he sucks cock better then you.” Smiles wickedly and wiggles his toes. Stony silence. Four right turns later.... “That was a fucked up thing to say, Chris.” “Justin, I was kidding.” Puppy dog eyes meet angry blue ones the rearview mirror. “C’mon. Don’t be mad.” Playful shove. Car screeches to halt. “Fine. Y’all want to drive? Think you can do better? Go for it.” Door opens. Door slams shut. Pebbles kick across the road. “Why you gotta be like that, Chris?” Slides to drivers seat. “Jesus, you know how he is.” “He’s too goddamned sensitive. Needs to toughen up.” Crawls up to front seat. “Why’re you always defending him?” Shrug. “Because.” Rolls down window. “J, come on. Get in. It’s starting to rain.” Hurt look flashes. “Fuck you both. I’m walking.” Shoves fists in pockets and begins to walk. “Jesus Christ, you had to push him didn’t you?” Accelerates to drive beside. Snicker. “Too sensitive. I’m telling you.” Sighs and leans back in seat. Squints as rain pounds, slamming inside the car. “Justin, come on. You’re gonna get soaked. Get in the car.” Shakes head. “You guys don’t need me. You can suck cock better,” bitter snort, “so...” “Justin, he’s just being Chris.” Turns and punches the leg beside him. “You fuck.” “Oww! Whatdja do that for?” Rubs leg. “That hurt.” Sits forward. “He’s walking.” Rolls window up to block rain. “Oh please, Lance! He’s playing you just like he always does. Poor Justin. Didn’t get his way so he’ll pout until he does. He’s still gonna fuck you tonight so what the hell do you care?” Slams brakes. Glare. “You...DICK!” Car door opens. Car door slams shut. “What? What the hell did I do?” Throws hands up and stares at the two figures in the rain. “God! Babies!” Slides behind wheel and rolls down window. “Get back in the car! Now!” “No.” Wipes rain from blue eyes. “Not until you say you’re sorry.” Debates. Ponders. Lips twitch. Thinks about no sex. Frowns. “Fine! I’m sorry. Now get in before you get sick.” **************** Silence... More silence... “Burp.” “Say excuse me, Chris!” Flesh prickles with a chill. Shivers and sneezes from the backseat as the SUV makes more erratic turns. “’Scuse me,” Mumbles. “Lance, what does the map say? Jesus, how hard is it to find a house? One house?” “I’m not sure But we’ve been here already. Maybe go back to the main road and...” Rubs temples tersely. “I wanna go home. I’m cold. I’m wet. I’m tired. And who the hell forgot the phone number anyway?” Sneeze. Cough. Sneeze. “Justin, baby, calm down. We’ll get to Sunnie’s and get you some dry clothes, alright? Just relax.” Snicker. “Oh, Lance, he so has you wrapped around his finger.” Hard punch from backseat. “Shut up! Stop talking about me!” Sneeze. “Stop it the both of you!” Exasperated sigh. “For the love of fuck! I’ve had enough today! My head hurts and I don‘t wanna listen to this anymore!” Silence. Sound of rain pounding against the roof. Crack of lightning. Rumble of thunder. “I can’t see. It’s coming down too hard.” Pulls off road and slams car into park. “I can’t see.” “We heard you, Chris.” Reaches for Advil. “Justin, hand me some water.” Light snore. “Jus?” Soft snore. “He’s asleep.” Amused brown eyes turn to look. “Sound asleep.” “The rain does that to him. Lulls him.” Digs for bottle of water on the floor. “Should we call it? Go back and call her, offer to meet her for breakfast and apologize our lame asses off?” Drags fingers across steering wheel with a smile. “The rain makes me horny.” Green eyes widen then droop. Grin tugs at pink lips. Gaze lowers then lifts. “You’re horny? We’re in the middle of no fucking where--lost--missing a birthday party that is half over I’m sure and you’re horny?” Shrug. “I’m always horny. It’s what I am.” “Um hmm.” Incredulous chuckle. Glance to the backseat. “We should get him into dry clothes or he’ll be sick all week. Then I’ll get it and...” “Lance? Shut up for once.” Leans over with a gleam and a hand that travels across damp denim. “You wanna fuck? Right here?” Eyelashes bat and blush creeps over cheeks. Peers out into the storm for signs of passers-by. “Ain’t no one out there, Bass.” Voice thick and low. Fingers crawl up slowly. “So what say we...” button pops ... “get” ... zipper slides down ... “it on.” Hand dives inside to touch. “Chris.” Drawn out sigh. Hips slide down in seat. Hand grips arm rest. Eyes flutter shut in anticipation--thrill of being caught. Fingers wrap around swollen flesh, release from jeans. “Yes?” Maneuvering to climb toward passenger seat. “Well this is fucking uncomfortable.” Knee jams on umbrella. “Mother fu...” Hands dig into brown hair, yank face up. Mouth covers the rest of the cuss. Tongues swirl and lips rub. Moans fall and bodies squirm closer. “Oww, my leg. Cramp. Cramp, Chris, cramp!” Laughter and hushed giggles. “Shh. Don’t wake him up.” Tongue drags down neck, over Adam's apple to hollow of neck. Lips suck flesh near collarbone and descend over cotton tee shirt. Fingers pluck hem of shirt up to expose stomach. “I love your skin, Lance.” Murmurs into flesh. Rubs cheek against belly button. “Chris. Stop. My leg.” Grabs for the door handle. “Outside. Let’s go outside.” Breathless pleas tumble. Door opens. Thunder rumbles. Rain pelts. Hands join and bodies run to other side of truck. “This is sexy. I didn’t know you had it in you, Lance.” Fumbles with jeans. Rain plasters hair to face. Feet dig into mud. “You look...” Pulls Lance’s pants down. “... fucking sexy when you’re wet.” Slams Lance against truck. “Jesus.” “Jesus what?” Lifts Lance’s leg and licks hollow of neck. “Jesus what, Lance?” “Can’t, umph,” Slams head against window. “Okay, I give.” Hands tangle in wet, brown hair. “I fucking give.” “I’ll give.” Hand drifts down to grip cock. Stroke one. Listen to moan. Stroke two. Listen to gasp. Stroke three. Listen to blonde head crack against window again. Fingers glide inside. Press one. Groan. Press two. Breathless hitch. “Like the rain doncha?” “Fuck yes.” Palms flatten against side of door. Blinks rain from eyes. Struggles to keep leg wrapped around waist. Quick glance for onlookers. Leans in close. “Then I’m going to fuck you now.” Lifts other leg. Grips ass. Presses tighter against truck. Position one. Ease in. Listen for whimper. “Okay?” “Oh.” Thrust. “Kay.” Thunder rumbles. Rain increases. Drenched ground softens. “Chris, I think.” Thrust. “I” Hard thrust “Love you.” Slips a little. “Headache gone?” Winded laugh. “Huh? Am I fucking...” Word fuck causes loud moan. “... your headache away?” Claws at steel on door. Slams head back again. Truck rocks under motion. Cock caught between stomach. Impossible to keep hold. “Hey! Hey!” Window rolls down. Blue eyes peek out. “What the fuck?” Green eyes smile mischievously. “Chris the fuck. Fucking.” “You’re head got a lump on it yet? You woke me the fuck up!” Opens side door. Grins. “Get the hell in here.” Brown eyes dip. Face buries in neck. Voice rumbles before letting legs down gently. “Figures he wants in.” “Of course.” Tumble inside. Lightning spears sky. Rain pours. Windows fog. “Justin wants in, Chris.” Settles in back seat. Grips blonde curls. Yanks closer for a kiss. “Let him in then.” Sits next seat over. Pushes jeans off with feet. Throws sneakers to side. Drapes legs apart. Strokes cock leisurely. Watches curls and spikes move in place. Strokes harder when curls disappear between legs. Green eyes roll back. Clench curls. “See what I’m saying? Chris was talking out his ass, Justin because your mouth is...” Pause for air ... “amazing!” Smile up. Glare over. Watch jerking off for unblinking count of ten. Goes back to work. Lips on cock. Tongue swirls. Hands in hair. Breathy mutters and drawn out sighs. Eyes watch. Ears hear. Senses tingle. Hand tugs quicker. Brown eyes watch absorbedly. Other hand reaches out to clutch Lance. Pulses driven. Bodies shaking. “Jesus!” Comes on hand. Slides to floor. Wipes hand on tee-shirt and crawls closer. Blue eyes dance in amusement. Lips continue to move. “It’s tight back here, Justin.” Slips between seat and body.  Hands on waist. Fingers unzip. Palm wraps around erection. Hand touches insistently. “You like this?” Forgets to breathe. “Oh fuck, Chris.” Muffled groans against Lance. Sucks harder. Shakes on knees. Suck. Shake. Moan. Blonde head throws back. Hands tangle in curls harder. Hips rise and fall in rhythm. Moans amplify. String of ‘fucks’ topple in succession. Cry unleashes. Orgasm arrives. Teeth compress. Body trembles. “One more to go.” Hand increases tempo. Bites back of neck. Licks over short curls. “Come on Justin. Big man. Come right in your pants.” Spent green eyes grin sinfully at sight. “Shit, Chris.” Hands grab hold of Lance’s thighs. Forehead falls to stomach. Body rocks urgently. Chews on lip. Feels fingers slip in mouth. Sucks greedily. Pushed over the edge. Feral scream muffled by damp flesh. Silence. Thunder rumbles in distance. Rain slows. Collapsed bodies drenched in sweat. ****************** Fifteen minutes later.... Knock. Panicked faces. Knock. “Shit!” Scurry to dress. “Guys you in there?” “Fuck! It’s Sunnie!” Deep bass laugh and search for pants. “How the hell did she find us?” Blonde curls dive for cover. “Fuck if I know.” Amused brown eyes. Roll down window. “Hey, girl. How’d you find us?” Peers in. Blushes. “Chris, where are your pants?” “Back there.” Casual laugh. “We got lost coming to your party. Musta drove around for hours. Guess we were here the whole time!” “My house is right there.” Rolls eyes. “And I see how, uh,  lost you got *coming* to my party.” Green eyes peer out. Flushed face. Mussed spikes. “Not unfunny, Sunnie.” Blue eyes pop up. “And Lance is rhyming!” “Well? Are you guys, um ... ready to ... step inside?” Shakes head. “You can say come, girl.” Brown eyes crinkle and wink. “Coming is a good thing.” “Sorry I missed the show!” Bites lip. Slides jeans over hips nonchalantly. Patches of flesh exposed. “Justin and Lance are too, I’m sure.” Punch lands to arm. “Oww with the fucking punches!” “Men!” Laughs. “Now get your sorry asses in and party with me!” [ back ]