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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[He looks over at her with a raised eyebrow, then attempts to follow her gaze toward whatever that movement was. Butterfly? Who knows. Who cares. He smirks as he tugs his goggles down over his eyes and gets on the bike.]

I'm gonna hold you to that. Five minutes, let's go!

[She better get on fast, because he's in a hurry!

It is definitely not easy to get up to top speeds on the little footpath, and when he does go fast it's hard to maintain them, but he relishes the challenge of trying anyway. They fly past that little camp on the hill, probably scaring those people as they roar past. Trees, bushes, river all become - well, less of a blur than he'd like, but blurry nonetheless. He's guessing he's going about 40, top, not 80 or more but it's fine it's what they have and he won't waste time thinking about it. He just settles into the road.

Time slips, and this time around he has no control over it. Maybe it's the fault of the road, he can't tell. All he knows is that he's back on the highway as the landscape shifts around him - a good highway and a busy one at that. It's late afternoon and San Francisco commuters pack the road as they make the slow climb up the bridge over the Petaluma River, and Johnnie stares, eyes wide at their surroundings, then whoops with a fist in the air.]

How's that for five minutes!

[Might take them more than five minutes to get into town though with all this traffic, but he weaves through it as well as he can.]

[This go around, time shifts quickly. It's an abrupt change, and she wonders if he had as much control over doing it. Even if he didn't, it's worth celebrating because it happened so fast. She whoops along with him as she rubs at his back and leans in for a quick kiss to the back of his neck.]

You're getting really good at this, babe!

[It's hard to contain her pride in what he can do, so she lets out another whoop that trails off into a howl, and she laughs as she raises both fists into the air. They're getting so strong it's impossible not to be loud about it. It feels like she's bursting at the seams with pride and wants the entire city they've just been dumped into to know about it.]

There's a lot of traffic, but we'll just weave through them. No problem!

[They pass by a family in their car as she says it, and they honk. Chrissy laughs and bares her teeth and growls. It would be nice if she had an airhorn or something. Then she could just loudly honk at anyone that gets in their way. As they steer to go between two cars, she can see one of them has a big TV screen in the console.]

The cars all look so modern. There's a TV build inside that one! We must be in the future again.

Yeah! Some serious future shit! Well that's great, 'cause we can pawn a buncha the stuff we got, get some good cash for it. That'll take up less space, too. An' we can keep it in that lunchbox!

[All perfect ideas to him, but meanwhile he's zig-zagging between cars, around a bus, ignoring traffic lights entirely once they hit their first one and just zipping through the intersection when he sees a gap.

Apparently some cops noticed because they put their siren on, but there's no way they'll catch up with this many cars on the road that have no good way to move over. Sucks to be cops.

They pass a few remaining orchards, and then it's strip mall city on the outskirts of town. Cafes and auto shops and all kinds of suburban bullshit with their sleek futuristic signs - and hey, a taquería, so at least this is some kind of decent civilization.

Following signs, he turns off the highway and heads for downtown, which means crossing the river again as well as railroad tracks. Then it's all old classy buildings, brick and bronze, right next to shiny new sleek things.]

That's better, outta that fuckin' traffic hell. That was just as bad as LA at peak hours, man, can't believe how many cars there are, I thought we were in fuckin' rural wine country. Hey, there's a barbecue place.

[He's looking for food. Barbecue for breakfast sounds kind of fun. But there are easily a dozen restaurants here, things he's never even heard of. Thai? Vietnamese? Right next to some actual breakfast nook that looks closed at this hour. Several bars, a couple burger places that look kind of high-end, a Middle Eastern shwarma place -]

Oh man, that smells good, whatever that is.

We can go there if you want to!

[Barbecue is fine, anything around them is fine. She's pretty flexible when it comes to food these days. And the smell in the air is really good. Her head turns toward the shwarma place, and she gives a nod over toward it even though Johnnie can't see.]

The future has so many people. They're everywhere. That Thai place over there has a line out the door.

[Which means they definitely aren't going there. Her stomach is definitely growling now though, and it sounds off over the engine, which makes her laugh as she presses against him a little tighter like it will shut her body up.]

[Look he has no idea what exactly shwarma is, but he's going there. Smells too good. He cuts someone off as he pulls a U-turn in traffic so he can double back around and park, all with great enthusiasm. Fuck you, Thai place.]

Well, they're all missin' out over there! This is the place to be!

[And it is busy, even if not totally packed. If it was completely empty maybe he would have second thoughts - maybe. He lets his stomach guide him and his stomach says eat here.

He hops off the bike and goes to get the door for Chrissy, and is immediately mesmerized by the rotating racks of meat behind the kitchen counter. As he watches, one of the cooks shaves a long section off onto a plate with a huge butcher's knife.]

Holy shit.

[His reaction to the meat cutting makes her laugh, and she watches the cook cut a few other people's order before it's their turn at the register. She realizes she has no idea what to order, since so much looks good and the entire place smells delicious. Thankfully there's a little chalkboard that mentions a daily special. She points to that and asks for the special. The guy working asks if she wants a small or medium drink, and she's absolutely stunned when she's handed what feels like a bucket when she asks for the medium.]

Oh, I think this must be the extra large or something.

[The guy laughs at her and shakes his head, and pulls out a cup double the size to show her.]

We don't have extra large. This is the large. That's the medium.

[What in the hell do people in the future drink, buckets of soda? They must, because as Johnnie pays and she goes through the restaurant to find a table she notes every table has large cups. In fact, someone is finishing off their large and is going to the machine at the back to fill it up again.

The future is amazing when it comes to soda.

She eagerly hurries to the back to fill her cup with Coke, and finds a table in the corner that's perfect for two. When Johnnie comes to sit down with her she's enjoying her drink just like she belongs in the future. There's no limit to refills here. She can drink 96 ounces of Coke if she wants to!]

[The menu is so hard to choose from, but eventually he makes his decisions, grabs his own bucket-sized soda, and goes to join Chrissy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.]

This place is fuckin' crazy. Makes up for payin' for a month's worth of bills just to get breakfast.

[Does it really? No, but pawning off their jewelry will, so he isn't going to worry about it. He expects it now anyway.

Their orders come quickly. It's pretty easy to assemble a wrap full of spiced meat, vegetables, and the most garlicky sauces possible, plus a basket of fries for the table at Johnnie's request. Good thing, because he's hungry and doesn't want to waste his whole stomach space on a ton of coke.

He winds up with yogurt sauce on his nose somehow in the process as he wolfs down several bites at once, then slouches back in his chair, immediately contented. This place was a good choice.]

Man, I wonder if we got one a' these back in LA somewhere! We got everything. I dunno any fuckin' Arabic or whatever this is restaurants but there's gotta be one.

[She doesn't eat as fast as he does, but she definitely is enjoying the meal enough that she doesn't speak for a little while. Her head nods with what he's saying, deciding they definitely need a place like this near home.]

We'll have to look around the city when we get back. And if we don't find one, we'll just force someone to open something!

[That's so ridiculous that she laughs, but pops a few fries into her mouth before her giggles can get too out of control.]

Oh, and I bet we'll find a pawn shop somewhere nearby. And a grocery store so we can stock up on some food. Whatever year this is probably has really good Pop Tarts.

Oh yeah! Yeah, they gotta. Wonder what else they got? We could bring back all kindsa future stuff.

[Future guns is what his head goes to first, since he's gotten a taste for his pistol and would love something even better next time the cops come around - or things more annoying than cops, like Kennel Club freaks and their dogs. But Future Guns, as cool as they look in his head, are probably worth more than their stash of trinkets. What a shame.

Oh well. He has shwarma.]

Like... Like I dunno what we'd want. Maybe we go walk around here after we eat, see what they even have. I think we've been in this same time before though, right?

[He indicates with a thumb toward the table next to them, where two of the four people there are poking at those glowing pocket-sized screens they saw once somewhere east of California.]

Oh, yeah. I remember those little screens. People are like zombies for them. Everyone has one, look.

[In fact, it feels like they stand out because they're the only people without those little screens. Something about them strikes a core memory, and she laughs a little as she gets a sip from her drink.]

Do you remember when we went to try and get the cosmic ash? I can't remember what city it was in but there was that security guard guy. Oh gosh, he was the first person I ever shot and beat up.

[She happily sighs, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand. At the next table over, two women glance over at them.]

He had a little screen thing, remember? But it only played music. I wonder what I did with that thing.

Oh, yeah. I remember that thing. That was cool. Must be somewhere.

[That was somewhere in rural Georgia. He remembers that part, if not the name of the town. He remembers a lot about what happened that day. He hopes Z'Oiseau and his associates, in that time and in that version of the universe, are suffering.

Back to eating for a while then, quietly but not contemplatively - he's not thinking back on that episode with the cosmic ash because he doesn't exactly care to. He's just enjoying his dinner, with the occasional pause for some fries or a slurp of his giant drink.]

Man, I'm barely gonna be able to finish this thing. Me! It's so much food! Mama always said I had a hollow leg to put it all in but this is gonna fuckin' fill me right up.

What, like a pirate leg?

[She laughs through a mouthful of food, and shakes her head as she eats and enjoys as much as she can of her food. He's right though, it is a lot. She isn't sure she'll be able to finish all of hers. That's fine, she doesn't need to eat until she's sick or anything.]

I guess things are just bigger in the future. And we're two little people, babe. It's too much food for us to handle.

[Laughing again, she pushes her meal aside but pulls her coke in for more. Future coke is great. At the next table over, those women look at them before glancing back at the devices they're glued to.]

I wanna get one of those screens before we go.

[She's deciding if she wants to tell those ladies just to hand theirs over or not.]

[He almost retorts that he's not little, but then decides he doesn't give a shit. It's not like his height ever hurt him getting girls, so who cares?

After finishing what he can, Johnnie nudges his plate aside. There isn't enough left to be worth taking along. And he looks over his shoulder, then, at the people and screens again nearby.]

They must be somethin' real good. We'll get you one. Can't wait to see what they actually do.

[Bugging people in the restaurant is one option, but bugging people outside sounds better to him. Especially drunk people once the sun goes down. Easy targets.

Satisfied, he stands and eats one last fry just because they're there, and then he makes his way slowly toward the door just in case there's a device that looks unattended enough to walk off with without being noticed. But that kind of sleight of hand isn't typically his best talent. He's too loud to be a pickpocket. Better just get to the bike.]

[She's not great at it either, but she still eyes anyone with a device as they walk out. Once they're to the bike she grabs him by the belt and tugs him in close so she can kiss him. It's nice to have their eyes set on prizes like future technology, and it's good they're on the same page about getting whatever they can get their hands on.]

Let's find a pawn shop and maybe they can tell us what those little screens are. Or they'll have some I can swipe while you sell to them.

[They did that before and it worked out okay. She's getting better and better at stealing every stop they make.]

Do you know what I just remembered though?

[Good plans all around, from the kissing to the theft ideas. And especially, selling their shit. He doesn't love riding around town with a whole case full of jewelry. Not that cash will be better though in that sense.

About to ask what she just remembered, he pauses, then a grin takes over. Oh yeah. He remembers too.]

Yeah. I do know. An' nobody's gonna look twice if we gotta use that bathroom since we were just in there.

[Or if they do, who gives a fuck? Not him. He pulls her in for one more kiss, then laughs as he steps away and heads back inside, heading for the back corner where the bathrooms are.]

[Her face lights up with a smile as he remembers, and she laughs as she watches him head in first. She gives him a minute for a head start and then follows him in. The door is locked behind her and she plays coy for a minute, hands clasped behind her back and she sways and smiles over at him. ]

I'm really glad you remembered.

[And that's all the sweetness he gets before she's moving forward, pushing him against the wall as she forcefully kisses him. There's a time and place for sweet and gentle, and this sure isn't it.]

[Sure isn't. And there's no real time or place to talk, either. He just lets her take what she wants, pulling her in nice and close while he gets his hands on her, running them up and down her sides, tightening around her waist, grabbing at her ass with a squeeze and a smirk.

And then he turns the tables, giving her a firm shove to press her back to the sink, then lifts her up onto it. Hopefully it supports her weight - she's small, she said it herself. He stands between her knees and kisses, mixing teeth and tongue against her lips and throat while his hands grope beneath her shirt.]

Whatcha in the mood for, baby girl?

[He doesn't need to ask, really. She's showing him. But he likes to hear her talk, likes to hear her tell him her fantasies.]

[There's at least ten different ideas that pop into her head at once. They all make her blush, but she's pretty sure she's nice and flushed from all his attention. It renders her unable to do anything or say anything at first, and she just laughs at herself as she works his belt and jeans open.]

I want you to fuck my mouth, baby.

[The kiss she gives him is all teeth, sharp and ending with a nip to his lip.]

Then I want you to make me wait until later to get to come.

[There's just something about choosing to be used by him in a dirty bathroom that really gets her going. She'll potentially examine that later, but she likes to think it's because she's giving him power and control over her and knows he'll never abuse it. It's a safe form of loss of control, and that's really hot to her.

The only thing better than asking for it is begging, and so she leans in with her mouth to his ear to plead with him.]

You'll let me do that for you, won't you? Please?

[Oh she is fucking playing him and loving it, isn't she? A tremble of excitement rushes through him, straight to his groin. He's half-hard already without her even getting her hands on him, he's pretty fucking sure.]

Baby girl, you are too damn perfect, you know that?

[And she's going to have to get down from that sink where he put her or she'll never reach. Snickering, he gives her a tug, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pulls her off and then sets her down with a laugh.]

Gonna have to be real damn quick about this though, 'cause if someone comes in here they're gonna chase us out.

[One more shove to push her down to the floor - gently, on the shoulder, but firm enough to assert some control, before he tugs his pants down and strokes himself a couple times just to make her watch before he cups her head in his hands and thrusts forward into her mouth.]

[Quick?

She can be quick. It's not exactly something they usually worry about, but she's pretty sure she can get him to come in no time. He seems just as excited and into this as she is. That little ride back down to her own feet makes her laugh though, and she's grinning as she gives him a kiss and nuzzles her nose against his.

It's just a little reminder that even though she can be a depraved sex addict, she's still cute and she loves him. His hand is on her shoulder right after and she readily obliges, letting him take that control that she's so eager to hand over. Being on her knees before him gives her a good view of him stroking his cock, and since she's the one that asked him to fuck her face she's good and doesn't try to make use of her hands to help him out.

Just keeping her hands against her own legs feels weird though, so she reaches up to brace herself against his. That's a lot better, and gives her the advantage of being able to tap out if she needs to catch her breath. She doubts she'll need to, but it's good just having the option there. There's a shiver of excitement as he first presses into her mouth, and she's pretty sure he can feel it as he moves when it goes from her head to her toes then seems to refurb all the way back up.

There really is something about the illusion of loss of control and being used by specifically that does it for her. It's not degrading, it's not ever cruel. It's her choice, and him loving that she gives the opportunity to him, and she never ever can get enough.]

[Ohh, fuck. Yeah, he loves her holding onto his legs like that, for some reason. Makes it even easier to keep her close, keep her mouth right where he wants her as he drives himself in and out.

Warm, wet, and the feel of her tongue against him, her mouth enveloping him completely, all would be hot enough. But goddamn, the feeling of power and control and urgency all go right to his cock. He rides that feeling for as long as he can before he finally comes with a groan, and yet continues a few strokes longer just because the sensation of her tongue is too damn addictive to stop right away.

Finally though, he lets himself rest. He's panting, chuckling softly at his good luck, then gives her cheek a grateful little pat as he pulls out and gets himself zipped back up before they can get caught in here.]

Fuck, baby girl. You're gonna be so desperate for another round, I know it. Gonna be tryin' to grind yourself on the seat of my bike all day.

[It takes her a few seconds to swallow and wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand, but once she's pretty sure her mouth isn't going to be all gross looking she lets herself laugh and smile up at him. She has to catch her breath, but once she does she's letting him help her back up to her feet, and she goes over to the sink so she can cup some water into her mouth and rinse.]

I'm already desperate. So you're probably right.

[She laughs about it though, as she grabs a couple of paper towels to dry off her hands and face.]

That's part of the fun though. Not being able to get what I want when I want it.

[Saying that out loud makes her pause, and her head tips to the side as she thinks something over. Those paper towels are dropped into the trash can by the door, and she unlocks it with a chuckle. There could be a line outside waiting for all she knows, but that's not going to stop her from asking what's on her mind.]

Is being into not being allowed to come a thing people are into? Like denying or delaying it? It has to be.

[And she is 100% super into it, until she gets all petulant and sulky and needs it so badly she's almost in tears.]

Oh yeah. For sure.

[And there are also definitely people waiting on them. One, an older woman, trying to pretend she didn't hear any of that; the second, a middle-aged guy who sort of sneers in disgust as they come out together. But Johnnie pays no attention to any of that and just cheerily swipes his fingers through his hair to make sure it's all still mostly in order before he strides on out toward the parking lot.

He's doubly content now, from the meal and the orgasm, and pulls Chrissy in sideways with an arm around her shoulders for a quick kiss to her ear, then snickers as he hops onto the bike.]

All right. Let's find us a pawn shop or two. Maybe better not to sell all this shit at once, that'll raise some eyebrows.

[She at least feels her cheeks turning red when she meets the eyes of the people waiting, but is all giggles as soon as they're out of the building. His cute little show of affection makes her all the more giggly, and she's downright radiant when she hops on the bike behind him.]

Yeah, we'll just sell a little at a few shops. No big deal.

[They'll have to guess whatever is the most valuable, but she can always just say the things belong to some grandparent and they need to sell things to afford some big bill. Pawn shops probably eat that kind of story up because they think they see a sucker that's desperate.

As he gets them on the road she glances back and notices that scowling guy coming out with his family. She hollers and winks with a wave, and laughs as they pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. It's fun to watch all of the modern looking buildings and cars as they drive by, and the people watching is still great at this hour too. So far, this version of the future isn't too bad.

It doesn't take them more than ten minutes to find their first pawn shop, and Johnnie parks before helping her figure out what to bring in to sell. Everything else is secured in the saddlebags, and she waits for him to help her off the bike just so she can have an excuse to lean in close to him for a few seconds so she can steal a kiss.]

You don't think they'll ask for IDs, do you?

[They don't even know what year this is. If they're asked for identification, they'll have to come up with more of a sob story or something.]

Huh? Why would they? We're just sellin' stuff.

[It's not like they're buying alcohol. Though, come to think of it that could get annoying too. That is one real big downside to all this future business - neither of his IDs, real or fake, will do him any favors here, and hers won't either.

Anyway, he's not going to worry about it. They find a portion of their collection they're happy to bring in, and he holds the door for her as they head inside.

There's a guy at the counter, overweight and balding, who looks absolutely bored as he watches football on a tv mounted in the corner where he can see it. As soon as they walk in, though, he reaches for the remote and mutes it.]

Well, well. How can I help you two today?

[So yeah, Johnnie reflects for about a second that they could have come up with a story outside, but he didn't think that far ahead at the time and he's happy to just wing it and see what happens. So what if they get turned down? There's always another pawn shop somewhere.]

Hey, yeah, we're lookin' to sell. C'mere, babe.

[He has a possible story forming in his head already, but he's not about to just start oversharing details if he's not asked for them. Better not to try and sell it too hard.]

I sure like the feeling of an endless road

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