beyondtheline | I sure like the feeling of an endless road

I sure like the feeling of an endless road

[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.

Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.

But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]

Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.

[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]

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[What an incredible goddamn invention.

He eyes that with jealousy before quickly making one of his own, and it's gone in seconds with how quickly he devours it.]

Oh shit.

[He laughs a little with his mouth still full of food before he manages to finish chewing and swallowing it.]

That's fuckin' good. Fucking midwestern breakfast taco, shit, you could sell those.

[But she shouldn't. He's keeping them all for himself, and so he quickly makes another, packing it with extra bacon.

Before long he's feeling pretty stuffed, but they've honestly made their way through just about everything that was put in front of them. Maybe it was all the walking they just did. He slumps lower in his seat as he works on a slice of bacon, one nibble at a time.]

Think they'll let us sleep here? Wait - nah shit, I don't want them to tow my bike.

[But he'd be tempted otherwise. He could go for a nap.]

I won't let us nap here. We gotta get back to the hotel!

[It's a good room and they've barely used it. Maybe they can get one more day out of this place since they didn't really focus on stealing anything, and that's the whole point of this trip. Then again, getting high and messing around all night is the whole point of being a World Ender, when they're not focused on chaos and destruction.]

I can try driving us back. We just gotta find the bike, then I can carry you all the way to bed.

[And honestly, the prospect of him being all tired enough to lay there for lots of cuddling and sleep cuddling is so enticing, she eyes the nearby side door with a grin.]

Wanna ditch before she comes back with the check?

[Oh right, they have a hotel! He'd honestly forgotten. He's having too good a time with everything else. At least the food has given him the encouragement he had needed to get some sleep, though.

As for ditching? Yeah, of course. He's comfortable here slumped in the booth, but he picks himself up a little, sweeps a hand through his hair with a smirk, then slides out and onto his feet.]

Yeah, let's get goin'.

[He's not exactly quiet or subtle about that, those aren't things he does well, and when he hears the waitress shout at them to wait, he breaks into a run, laughing as he does so.]

Race ya to the bike!

[Wherever it is!]

[She glances back toward the waitress and laughs as she gives chase, running after Johnnie so she can bump against him as she jogs past. Does she have any actual idea where the bike is? No. But running is fun, and it feels like she's flying as she blurs past the early morning crowd stuck on their way to work.

A few of those people get nearly bowled over as she pushes past them, and she howls with laughter as they shout in offense. It must suck to be an adult that has to work all day every day and only has the weekend to live for. But it's not her fault they're grumpy because they're stuck in that life and are unable to have any fun. She's out here living her best life and is having the best time.

Somehow, they manage to find the bike parked where they left it. She reaches it before he does, and slaps her hand against the seat as she leans over to catch her breath. Maybe that was a little too much running after eating so much.]

Oh my gosh it feels like I'm gonna puke. Gross.

[Johnnie sees her reach the bike and shouts his complaints but it's only a couple more seconds before he's there himself, panting and groaning at his own stomach ache.]

Ugh. But the bacon was so fuckin' worth it!

[Still. Was it really?

Yeah. But barely. He sits down next to the bike rather than hopping on immediately, deciding to catch his breath there for a long moment.]

Man, that really was kinda a lotta running on a lotta food, though. Ugh. All right, back to the hotel?

[Just. Give him a second. Before he hauls himself upright and slings a leg over the bike, then holds out a hand for her.]

[Her stomach is definitely still cramping as she grabs his hand and lets him help her up on the bike.]

Yeah, let's head back. I'm so tired all of a sudden I could sleep for a whole day.

[That's probably just the cramps talking, but they're pretty distracting right now. Maybe she should've taken the time to drink water instead of all that coke.]

You know, we didn't get any money last night like we wanted to. We really have to focus tonight so we can get lots.

Yeah, I know. You know how it is, it's so easy to have a ton a' fun we forget to do the stuff we gotta do.

[And that's not really a problem as far as he sees it. There's time for both, they'll make sure of it. One more night here in San Francisco sounds fine to him.

At least now he's pretty sure he has a vague sense of where to go. The hotel was on the way toward the edge of town, and there aren't so many busy streets or possible options in that direction, and he's pretty sure they didn't take too many turns. It takes a few minutes and one or two backtracks when he's pretty sure he went the wrong way, but soon enough the hotel lot is ahead. He pulls in, slides off the bike and onto his feet, and holds the door for her.]

Did it. Found the fuckin' thing. Think the mushrooms are wearin' off, though.

[What a shame.]

They are.

[She laughs as she shuffles along after him and into the room, and promptly kicks off her shoes and removes her clothes. They're all tossed onto the floor and she takes off at a run to leap into bed. Her eyes aren't closing yet, she still needs to brush her teeth and wash her face. But it's so nice to be comfortable after a busy night out.]

That's too bad though. I bet sex on mushrooms is really cool.

[To be fair, sex on any kind of drug has been pretty great. So she's guessing mushrooms would be the same. She laughs as she nuzzles down into the blankets and lets out a long, content sigh. This has been a really great trip so far.]

Sex on a stomach so full I feel like I gotta just sleep it off ain't so great, though.

[Man, talk about fucking up. That was a lot of bacon. But it was worth it, he's pretty sure... Aside from killing his libido. But that's a rare enough thing for him that it's probably okay just the once.

He looks over his shoulder at Chrissy piled into the blankets while he shucks off his own clothing, then sidles over onto the bed next to her and runs a hand down her smooth, soft skin, down her back and over her hip.]

We can save the rest of what I got. Use it right, next time. Tomorrow, after we go rip off all the pretty things in this city an' get ourselves real rich.

[He snickers as he continues to stroke her, then - well, he just can't help it, he presses up against her and dips his hand between her legs to stroke there too. She's just too damn pretty when she arches and writhes against him and he needs to see it before he sleeps.]

[She's not expecting him to decide to touch her after what he initially said. The fact that he does makes her softly gasp as her hips instantly arch up against his hand, and she bites at her lip as she laughs at her own reaction.]

I thought you were going to sleep off all that bacon.

[There's not an ounce of accusation in her tone. Her eyes look up to him as her head turns slightly, and for a second she looks just as smitten as she was the first time they met. He's always charming and attractive, but he just looks so handsome in the glow of the light filtering through their hotel room window. The way he's smiling makes her stomach leap, and she's laughing at herself all over again as her fingers curl around his arm and she uses that hold on him to arch up enough for a kiss.]

I might.

[But maybe not this minute after all. It's so easy for him to change his mind when it comes to her, clearly, because even if he was feeling sluggish and too full a minute ago, the moment she reacts, he's ready to abandon the thought of sleep. She's too damn gorgeous and he's too damn in love.

He nudges her shoulder until she's on her back, and he settles down on top of her to continue and deepen that kiss. His fingers wind in her hair, gathering it tightly between his fingers as his lips cover hers, and as he slowly begins to grind his hips against her.]

Sleep better wait, I guess.

Yeah.

[Did she actually say that out loud, or was that just a happy sigh? She has no idea, but she's definitely agreeing with him. His grinding against her is great, and her legs part enough to better accommodate that. But she's absolutely loving his fingers in her hair and taking her time kissing him. Her hand presses against the back of his neck to keep him close, even though she knows he usually doesn't have the attention span to just make out for long.

Feeling him even teasing against her gets her wet so easily though, and soon enough she's whining against his lips as she rocks against him. She's always so responsive to his touch, and her reactions seem to give him more and more energy to stay up a little longer.]

Fuck sleep. It's gotta wait.

[She initiates another kiss, but breaks it after about ten seconds with another soft whine of need. At this point, her leg has definitely curled up against him.]

No wait, fuck me. You gotta fuck me. Please?

Uh huh. I gotta.

[He agrees, snickering. Damn, she sure does get him going though. That begging for him makes him groan with need against her skin. He drags his hardened cock against the crease between her hip and belly, shuddering at the sensation.

She needs him and he needs her and it far outweighs the discomfort of running on a too-full stomach. It's honestly silly to think that was temporarily a problem. With a grin, he nips at her jaw, then presses himself into her with one sharp thrust and keeps his momentum going. If the bed squeaks and hits the wall a few times, oh well. He doesn't give a shit.]

[She lets him set the pace for a minute, laughing a little when the bed definitely squeaks in protest beneath them. Her hand slaps down against the mattress like she's scolding it for daring to be loud, but as her fingers curl into the blankets and her back arches a little she forgets about anything but him.]

Johnnie -

[There's a pause as she gasps and writhes a little, and intentionally tightens her inner walls against him to try and make him react.]

I wanna ride you.

[What can she say, the after effect of the mushrooms has made her want to be on top.]

Oh - fuck. Yeah?

[He pants the words, nearly groans them as pleasure ripples through him. It's nearly painful to have to withdraw, but the excitement hits him hard as he then rolls onto his back and tugs her on top of him. His nails rake her thighs and he leans up for a kiss, then tries to get her to cooperate with him as he scoots back to lean against the headboard.

She can ride him while he's sitting up, that's perfect - and to emphasize how perfect it is, he tugs her forward by the chin to pull her in for a needy kiss.]

Show me how it's done then, baby girl.

[This is part of why she loves him as much as she does. He always supports her ideas and empowers her to have whatever kind of fun she wants. She's grinning as she's left reeling after that kiss, and is dazed only for a few seconds before she's moving her legs into place to better rise up and guide his cock to press back against her as she claims another desperate kiss.

That's all she has the patience for, and her need to feel him wins out. Rather than slowly sink down on him to tease, she drops down hard and fast. She groans as he bottoms out within her, and for a second her eyes roll back in her head as she enjoys how good that feels. She's moving a moment later, driven by pure need. She's all about rising up and sinking back down hard and fast, and grabbing him by the hair to tug his cute little head into place so she can roughly kiss him every now and then.

Is this how she's supposed to be showing him how it's done? She's not sure, but she knows she's definitely loving it.]

[And he sure is too, no doubt - his groans of pleasure and the thrill of her taking charge for the moment have him deep in enjoyment of everything she's doing. His hips want to buck up to meet hers, but not only is the leverage poor, she's doing a damn good job of going fast and hard, making there little need for him to drive things further anyway.

His hands curl around her back, encouraging her to keep that intense pace, and his nails dig into her skin as his fingers flex and press against her back. Sweat causes strands of hair to stay slick against his temples, and one of those kisses of hers draws a growl from his lips, possessive and needy, just as his fingers clench against the muscles of her back.

She gets to ride a good little while, but he knows what he wants, and he feels determined to sway this back to how he wants her. All it takes is some leverage, a shove, and she's on her back again with him grinning down at her, toothy and possessive.]

You showed me real good so now I gotta show you.

[He takes her by the hips and hoists her up so he can fuck down toward her, driving deep with every thrust while her legs splay out around his waist. She can't kiss him like this, can't reach his face with him sitting essentially upright - she'll have to take what she's given while he seeks pleasure at the pace he wants. From here though, he can watch the bounce of her breasts and the heavenly sight of his cock filling her tight with every jolt of his hips.]

[To say she's shocked when he decides to switch things up is an understatement. She gasps, sharp and loud, as her eyes comically widen. But as soon as she feels the mattress at her back she gets what he's after and laughs, her thumb tracing against that grin of his. He can have whatever he wants when he looks at her like that.

Goosebumps rise up over her skin as she sees the possession in his eyes, and that just makes her more responsive when he decides to move her into the position he wants. It's not romantic, not when she can't really kiss or touch him. But it's hot as fuck and that's all that really matters. He hits hard and deep each thrust, making her cry out and scrape her fingernails down her belly as she tries to hang on for the ride.

Yeah, he's showing her all right. Showing her a real good time. There's no need to try to be quiet or not enjoy herself. She wants him to hear and see how much she likes this, to know he's the one driving her to the edge and over. And with how he's fucking her right now, it doesn't take much longer than another few minutes before she comes with a shaky groan.]

[Sure is going to be a fucking challenge for him to hold out long enough though, because this here is damn good. This angle is perfect for so many reasons - and especially because of the part where he turned the tables on her and took over. There's a thrill to be found in doing that for sure.

He'd like to think the mushrooms help, though. The dose has worn down to low enough now that maybe it's just placebo, but it feels like they're helping to keep him lasting longer, enjoying the pleasure without letting it get him off before he's good and ready.

And she must be close - fuck, he can tell, she's so damn wet that his thighs are damp from when she was on top of him, so damn wet that he can feel it with every thrust as he plunges deep. To bring her even closer, he drags a hand to her clit, pinching and rolling it firmly in time with his hips, and the other hand moves to one of her breasts to feel and cup and rub the pad of his thumb against her nipple to the same rhythm as he seeks to nearly overwhelm her with pleasure.

He hits his orgasm pretty quickly after, and lets out a gasp of a moan as his hands still - too much to do at once. But they resume soon after as he rides out the pleasure rippling right to his groin until finally he's fully spent.]

[She's extra sensitive this time around, and her fingers gently curl around his wrist and press against where his pulse should be to try and get him to stop touching her. She's right on the edge of being overwhelmed and everything good turning into pain. It's pretty funny that her nipples feel hard enough to take on the edge of discomfort, and she laughs as she waits for him to pull out of her enough that she can tug him in over her for those kisses she's craving.]

And to think you thought you wanted to sleep off all that food. I think we just worked off our breakfast, baby.

[She's definitely not high anymore, but she's still giggly. Thankfully, she's feeling nice and boneless right now so she probably will be able to sleep pretty soon.]

Ugh, yeah. I'm ready to sleep now, that's for damn sure.

[He's glad to just flop down next to her and yawn as he stretches his arms and legs in various directions, flinging an arm right across her face for a moment before he moves it.]

Should brush my teeth.

[Not that saying that makes it happen. Shame though, it should. That would be convenient. He lays there mulling that thought over for a while before swinging his legs down so he can stand up with a groan and finally get going on the pre-bed cleanup ritual.

But as soon as that's done, he eagerly collapses into bed. He went from wanting to stay up all night to being unable to in just a few short hours, in the end.]

[She rolls out of bed after him, and enjoys the quiet contentment of sharing a little bathroom together before bed. It's nice to get cleaned up and fall back into bed together, this time to get comfortable and cuddle up so they can sleep. She typically would sleep with her head on his chest curled up beside him, but tonight she rolls over onto her side and reaches back behind her to try and get him to curl up behind her.]

Is it too hot to stay close?

[They have a huge bed and it would be a shame not to sprawl. It's too bad she's used to being pressed in close thanks to their twin bed.]

It's fine.

[Not too hot at all, actually. That's one of those San Francisco things he's finding is true - it just doesn't get hot here. He doesn't miss the east LA heat in summer at all, where sleeping through the day means often waking up all sticky and sweating. Here, the days stay cool, even here in July.

Well, either that or all the rumors are exaggerated and the two of them have hit a coincidentally perfect temperature for their trip but anyway, it's great. He presses comfortably against her back and drapes an arm around her waist, with his face buried against the back of her head.

He's asleep before he knows it, but he doesn't simply wake up without some knowledge of time passing. Rather, his dreams are strange and vivid - the tail end of the mushrooms probably. He spends a long time staring at his own reflection in a black pool, which warps and bends and spreads his face across the inverted cosmos and all its stars until there's nothing left of the him that once was, and all there is is black, ready and waiting to devour another.

So he's a little less than thrilled with being held captive watching that by the time he wakes up, and he groans, slapping a hand across his face as the late afternoon sunlight hits.]

Ugh, what the fuck.

[Probably time for coffee and a smoke to clear his head of that weird shit.]

[By the time he wakes up, she's turned to face him and has nuzzled in close, her face buried against his chest and her arms wrapped around him. His movement makes her stir, and her eyes open wide as he pulls her from a strange dream.]

I know.

[What the fuck is right. She can only barely remember what the dream was, but there are tears in her eyes as she sits up. Weird as hell. She laughs a little and wipes at her eyes, and leans down to give him a quick kiss.]

I dreamed about my mom.

[But that's behind her now, and she climbs out of bed so she can head over to their bags and find something to wear.]

And about Eddie. I haven't thought about him since we left the Upside Down.

[Mushrooms make you dream weird things though she guesses.]

Yeah? Shit. That dude's one weird motherfucker.

[That might have come out as insensitive, he realizes in retrospect, but fuck it. Whatever. Guy was an asshole.

He reaches for where he dropped his jacket to fish out his cigarettes and lighter and lights up one to stew with for a minute while he watches her get dressed.]

I mean, I know he was your friend, but that dude fuckin' tried to kidnap you or some shit. You got a real weird track record with guys.

[Him included? Yeah, kind of, sure. By some perspectives maybe he kidnapped her too. But hell, she wanted to be. Doesn't count.]

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