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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[Leave it to Rigo to make him snort and roll his eyes in amusement. But watching him leave the room first makes him go back to smirking at least, and he follows him down the hall to unlock that door. The darkness doesn't bother him, and he pulls his lighter out of his pocket to flick it on and attempt to locate a switch or a pull chain or something.

He eventually finds a panel of switches on the wall and switches all of them on. Lights slowly flicker on, and he laughs in disbelief once he realizes what they are.]

He actually spent money putting lanterns on the wall.

[What a waste.

This room though, isn't a waste. It's a big space, with shelf after shelf of wooden crates. He doesn't have to look to see what's in them. Those two guys wanted to sell Vide Noir, this has to be the stock they were hoping to score.]

We need to use the wine to burn the bodies, and all of this. And I bet this isn't the only back stock he has laying around the city.

[The sheer volume of those crates makes Rigo's eyes go wide.

Fuck it though, he's going to verify instead of assuming, because while it's easy to guess at what's probably in there, he wants to know. He goes back for one of those wrecking bars and shoves it into the gap between panels one one crate and wrenches it open.

This stuff isn't packaged into little gem-shaped bottles yet. This is metal cans full, stoppered and set upright, each labeled with a number, a date, and some sort of loopy scribbles he can't decipher. Maybe a foreign language, or an invented one.]

Well, we better get started. This whole room has to go up. There must be a map or records somewhere of the other storage areas, right?

[Or the guy just remembered them, maybe. Not everything gets conveniently written down.

But this is frustrating. Kind of enraging. He knows how hard Dale and Alex and the rest worked to track down and destroy the rest of this shit - shipping containers and trucks full of it. Evidently they weren't thinking there was so much more hidden away in underground bunkers, too.

And that makes him think of something.]

Hey. If I was going to stash a bunch of shit underground where nobody goes but where it'd be real safe, you know where I'd go? Those old military places up in the hills. Like the one we went to with your brothers.

[They're abandoned, vacant, but off-limits. And it would probably be trivial for a guy with money to chain up some gates and take them over. Especially if he paid for permission for the right person.

Either that, or the old train tunnels, but the Enders run around in those often enough that they would have seen something by now, right?]

Yeah.

[He breathes out the word, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. This is an overwhelming amount of Vide Noir, and he can't imagine more rooms full just like this.]

Yeah.

[That's said more solidly, and he glances over at Rigo with a grin.]

When did you become so smart?

[He means it affectionately, and for a second his hand claps at Rigo's cheek. This isn't the place to be all sappy or anything. So his touch drops away, and he heads out of the room to go retrieve that wine. He motions for Rigo to follow and help, and they end up getting a crate of wine back into the stockroom.

They each uncork a bottle with their knife and alternate drinking and dousing the room in alcohol. It's not exactly fun, but getting to drink makes them laugh a little as they ready the place for their lighters.]

[For that one second Dale's hand is there, Rigo bites at his thumb, but misses and laughs as Dale pulls away.]

It's a wonder I didn't completely melt my head doing this stuff, huh?

[Or other stuff. Or alcohol, which he works on melting that brain with until everything is soaked in wine - the crates, the bodies, a nice long puddle out toward the stairs. The fire is going to be huge and neither of them really should risk inhaling vaporized vide noir, who knows what that would do.]

You ready?

[On the count of three, then - and with the fire lit, they need to run fast. Up the stairs and out toward the car, while below them, the fire races toward its targets. There's the sound of cracking, popping wood and overheated metal, and soon, ink-black thick smoke begins to billow upward.

Rigo pauses to watch it rise, and backs up one step at a time toward the bike.]

That better get it all. Shit, though, the cops are gonna be up here soon as they see all that.

[It's not quite dark enough for the smoke to be hidden against the sky. They better get moving.]

Let's go.

[He watches it all for a few more seconds and turns to head back to his bike. The last thing they need is to be caught by cops, it'll add more onto Alex's plate. They ride out and speed down the mountainside, doing their usual traffic weaving as a form of flirting once they're on the highway. Slowing down doesn't happen until they pull in back at the apartments.

Alex isn't back yet, which is fine. After all that he just wants to get high and enjoy what's left of his night until sunrise. They laugh and shove each other as they jog upstairs to their unit, and make their way inside. Dale has every intention of going to roll a few joints to share, but first he stops Rigo from making it past the door by grabbing at his shoulder and pushing him back against the wall. It's a lot more fun to kiss him when he's manhandling him into place.]

Thanks for coming with me tonight. I couldn't have done that without you.

[While that probably isn't completely true, it feels true enough to say it out loud.]

[Not only was he expecting this, he was hoping for it. He grins, teeth against Dale's lips for a moment, before grabbing at his shirt and jacket, wrapping his fingers into a fist to keep him close.]

It was a lot more fun than sitting here listening to Osvaldo go on about whatever his summer classes are. I think there was some kinda math?

[Actually, he probably would have wound up at the gym. But there's always time for that later. Business first, especially when it means making sure Dale doesn't freak the fuck out about black braining some kid all on his own.

He can taste the wine on Dale's lips still. Maybe he can get drunk off it, too. He needs those kisses, needs those hands on him.]

You know, I never thought watching you boss kids around would be such a turn on.

[But holy shit he's still thinking about it. Grinning, he grabs hold of Dale's jacket lapels and pulls, working his jacket off his shoulders - and with some help in getting it off, he tosses it to the floor. It can go live with the rest of their scattered clothes.]

[Dale laughs, cool and confident and so sure of himself. Hearing Rigo say all that makes him feel more like himself. He lets his jacket be pulled off, and hums softly as he hears it hit the floor. Rigo's has to go next, and he tugs it off to discard on top of his own.

Things were slow and almost a little sweet earlier when they were high and fucking around. He has a white hot heat running through him that leaves him physically aching for Rigo. He kisses him like he needs it to breathe, as he works his hands beneath his shirt and feels at the muscle all that work at the gym is starting to perfect.

That shirt has to go though, and so Dale tugs it off and throws it over his shoulder.]

Fuck, I thought the same thing. Watching your hand at that kid's throat...

[He groans at the memory, and sucks at Rigo's lip before his mouth nips and drags teeth along his neck instead. All the while, his hands work open Rigo's jeans. He can get those off himself, but he wants to help him out a little. They're still standing right inside the doorway, but that's fine. They've got plenty of time. They can fuck right here and then again somewhere else later on if they still have it in them.]

[He can't help it, he groans at the way Dale says those words. Even if it was his hand he's talking about, it makes him shiver with anticipation, straight to his dick.

So how convenient, then, that Dale goes straight for his pants? Rigo laughs a little under his breath, and helps shimmy out of his jeans, eager to have them off anyway.]

At this rate we're close to a nudity only policy in here. Barely even walked in the door.

[How excellent. How perfect. He's growing hard in his underwear but he needs Dale naked the rest of the way, and he needs to taste him, to have him closer, all at once. Conflicting needs. It's awful.]

So get your damn clothes off, compa, it's policy now!

[He laughs as he tugs at Dale's shirt to pull it over his head and fling it onto the couch.]

Oh, policy huh? Fuck, I guess I gotta follow the rules.

[This is hilarious to him because he, like every other World Ender, never follow any rules. But he can play at being a good boy and following along with whatever policy Rigo sets for him tonight.

He works at his belt and then his jeans, and gets both off to kick to the side. He laughs as they go flying, and he works his socks off before paying attention to his underwear.

His cock is already getting hard just from anticipation and desire alone, which would be pretty fucking pathetic if Rigo wasn't so hot and all his. As soon as he's naked he's moving in, palms against both of Rigo's cheeks to keep him in place for a searing kiss. His hands drop down to his sides, lightly touching him, before slipping back to cup his ass. Not to get all poetic or anything, but he's pretty sure Rigo has a perfect ass. He grins at the thought of that, as he sucks at his lower lip and breaks the kiss in favor of leaning back just enough that his arched eyebrows can be seen.]

See, what I was thinking is you could worry less about policy. And more about getting my dick into your mouth, maybe.

[Romance.]

Policy's only good when it's sexy anyway.

[Facts. Hard ones.

He doesn't let Dale pull away for long. Those lips, those squeezing hands, make any gap between them an affront to his needs. And he can't help it, he lets out a quiet little gasp of a moan at what his mouth apparently should be doing - shit. Shit, that wasn't supposed to be audible, but too late and who gives a fuck.

Rigo makes up for it (so he decides, anyway) with a smirk, and by licking his lips.]

"Maybe"? It's hot when you know what you want. So let me show you what you want.

[One more drag of his teeth against Dale's lips in something that might qualify as a kiss, and then he sinks down to his heels and takes Dale's cock in one hand.

"Maybe". Fuck off. He's going to tease him for that. And for all these dumb policy jokes, too.

The grin vanishes from his face as he puts his mouth to use, licking a long smooth trail up the underside of Dale's cock, keeping it grasped tight in his hand otherwise. He's the one in control here. He breathes an exhale of hot air right at the base of that cock where it's still damp with his spit, then sucks at the tip, working the tip of his tongue under the foreskin.]

[Let me show you what you want.

Fuck why does that go straight to his cock? He doesn't really have time to dwell on that before Rigo is making good on his promise. His lips part as soon as he's touched, and the sound he makes when he feels that tongue against his length can best be described as a whine.

His face turns red at how easily he's reduced to that, at how insanely into this he is. Sure, Rigo's in control. It's hot, it's fun. He can stay in charge as much as he wants. His hand presses down against the top of his head, and fingers grab at his hair when he feels warm breath against him.]

Fuuuuuuck.

[There's a lot he wants to say, probably should say. But all he gets out is that, and it's pathetic because it's yet another whine covered up with an attempt at a growl.]

You can take on more than that, can't you? You're supposed to be showing me what I want. Or are you gonna be a little fucking tease?

[It's a halfhearted attempt to take control. He just likes running his mouth. They both know that if he really wanted to press the issue he'd just grab Rigo by the head and make him take more. He's not an asshole though, at least not with him, and he's enjoying this enough he'll see where Rigo takes it. There really isn't any rush.]

Mmhmm.

[Is that yes he can take more on, or yes he's going to be a little fucking tease? That's for him to know and Dale to discover.

Which probably means tease by default, but whatever. At least he doesn't intend to keep teasing for long. It's just to make fun of Dale, because that's how their friendship - relationship? - whatever, works.

A moment more, then, of kissing along the shaft, tonguing at sensitive veins, and then he lets his hand slide as low as it can while his mouth descends to take its place. He bobs his head slowly, giving firm strokes of his tongue. As he gradually picks up the pace, his fingers touch at Dale's balls, then press at the little sensitive spot right behind them and stroke in time with his mouth.]

[Watching Rigo suck his cock so eagerly has got to be the single most erotic thing Dale has ever gotten to witness. He's fucked a lot of people, been fucked his fair share. But there is something about Rigo that's intoxicating and addicting. His desire to want to take control never melts away completely, but rather than force him to do what he wants he uses his hold on Rigo's hair to move his head in time with the pace he's set.

Fuck, he loves it when he's teased. But he sure as hell loves it a whole lot more when he's getting what he wants.

He groans, loud and unashamed, and lets his head fall back against the wall for a second.]

You are so fucking good with your mouth. Making me lose my mind already.

[That makes him chuckle, even as he groans. Unable to help himself, his hips rock just a little. He's not trying to make Rigo choke on his cock or anything, but it's not like you can fight instinct.]

[Losing his mind isn't good enough, he does that every time he gets high. Easy feat.

Less easy is trying not to laugh at his own stupid inner commentary while sucking on the guy's dick. But the urge to do so dies down quickly enough. He doesn't mind sucking cock, but for Dale he enjoys it. Every little whimper and groan and shiver, the feel of fingers in his hair showing him just how good he's doing - well, that's fun.

Dale wants faster, clearly, and Rigo lets him set the pace. Anything to bring him to the edge and over it. Meanwhile, the hand grasping at Dale's thigh flexes, feeling firm muscle as he carves little curved half-moons into his skin.]

[If Rigo lets him take control, that's absolutely fine by him. When there's no resistance Dale keeps one hand in his hair and lets the other go to Rigo's chin. He isn't rough, but curls his hand so that his palm is pressed against his chin, cupping it so he's even more in control.

There's no need to fuck the guy's face without mercy. It'd be hot, but it's not necessary. He keeps the pace as fast as he feels is deserved, never pressing in too deep.

He isn't sure how long it takes, time just blurs for him. But eventually he feels himself getting close and starts to slow.]

I'm close. So fucking close. Tell me where you want it.

[There's not a question as to whether or not Rigo will be taking what he's offering. It's just a matter of whether or not he wants it down his throat, on his tongue, or across his skin. He's being giving and letting him choose. And since he needs an answer he pulls his cock free from that perfect mouth, and slowly strokes himself just to show off and entice.]

[Dale pulls out and Rigo works his jaw a little. Damn, what a workout. He tilts his head, gives his neck a pop, then grins as he leans backward, sinking against the wall, and drags a hand from his throat down his chest.]

Paint me, compa.

[He's so fucking hard. He's so hard he's aching. He's panting at just the thought of what comes next, of hot come trailing down his skin, and fuck he's going to enjoy when it's his turn to come but right now the delay is delicious, in the way that some things are when painful but near to relief.

He still has his underwear on too, somehow, but as Dale strokes himself to release, streaking white across his chest, Rigo palms his cock through the fabric and bites his lip. Fuck. Has he ever been this hard in his life? Probably, but it's hard to imagine when.]

[Oh shit.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He's pretty sure the face he pulls is ridiculous when he comes but who cares? He sure doesn't. Hearing Rigo tell him to paint him with his come is so fucking hot he doesn't know what to do except stroke himself faster and harder.

When he finishes all he sees is pure white at first, which is great because it goes real well with the visual of Rigo stained with white as his vision rights itself. He's breathing heavy, eyes still clouded with desire as he stares down at Rigo intently.

He moves forward to bend down and kiss Rigo like he needs it to put air in his lungs.]

Wanna make you feel so fucking good. Get you on the couch and ride you til you come. You want that?

[Even if he wants something else, that's fine. Dale doesn't give a shit.]

I'll do whatever you want.

[He tries to knock Rigo's hand away so he can palm at his cock instead. It's not gonna get him to come, probably, but it has to be better than his own hand.]

[Rigo is so horny by now he's practically delirious. He mentally claws his way back up onto his feet, holding onto Dale meanwhile to keep their lips from parting until one of them absolutely has to.

And at the slightest suggestion of the couch, he pulls away but keeps hold of Dale's wrist to drag him along, a toothy grin on his face. He stops only to grab a shirt - one of the ones discarded on the floor, who knows whose it is - to mop up the mess on his chest, then toss that aside again. He also hastily stumbles his way out of his underwear somehow, though after the fact he's not really sure how he managed, and then bounces down onto the couch with a grin. With one hand behind his head against the arm of the couch, he lounges, stiff as a damn flagpole, and beckons with his other hand.]

Whatever I want, huh? C'mere then. I like what you said. I want you to ride me so I can see more of those faces you make.

[Which sounds teasing, but he loves it. That, and the fact Dale suggested this first without him having to say anything is already making him feel like he could get off in an instant. He always thought Dale would prefer to be the dominant one but it turns out he's pleasantly flexible.]

[Rigo just takes what's offered and runs with it, and Dale has to say it's an incredibly attractive quality. It it was possible he'd be hard again already just from that eagerness. He's mindlessly driven to get Rigo to come too, his pride insists on it happening as soon as possible.

He allows himself a few seconds to take in the sight of him sprawled back on the couch, cock hard and leaking and ready for him. His tongue grazes across his lips as he smirks and heads over to straddle his lap. There's no chance he's just baring down and going for it right away, but he does at least face him and bare down and tease him by grinding against his cock.]

We need the lube. It's in here somewh -

[Oh right. It fell into the sofa earlier. He laughs and reaches into the cushion to fish around and pull it out.]

Found it.

[And since there's really no time to waste here (a nice hard cock is a terrible thing to waste or make wait), he opens the lube and ignores warming it as he squirts some into his hand. He's going to prep himself here, and stays right where he's at while he does it. It's one of the most awkward things he's ever done, and it's not like he can scissor his fingers all that well at this angle, but at least Rigo gets to watch his face as he does it.]

[Every little thing is making his cock twitch right now, it's unbearable. Even just the sight of the lube pouring into his hand, fuck.

Dale works himself open, and Rigo could offer to help but he's enjoying the show too much. He settles his hands on Dale's knees instead, and he means to stroke or squeeze or something but ends up digging his nails in, squeezing slightly as he watches the contortions of Dale's face.

Nobody else gets to see him like this. This is all for him. That blows his fucking mind.]

You are so damn hot I don't even have words for it.

[Seriously. He has to say something, but he doesn't know what. His breath hitches, and he grasps his cock. Dale looks ready enough, fuck it, he's done back there. Rigo reaches for his waist to tug him forward, insistent.]

You're ready. I need you.

[Typically, anyone talking to him like that would be a turn off. He'd fuck them, sure, but it wouldn't be great and he'd get them to leave right after. But hearing Rigo tell him what to do goes straight to his cock and he groans as he feels it twitch. Which in turn makes him laugh, a soft breathy sound, because what the fuck does this guy do to him to make him like this?

There's less apprehension now about letting Rigo take charge, and maybe a little delight in the fact that he's the only one that gets to see Dale this way. The only one who sees him so undone and ready to submit.

He's right though.

He is ready, and they both need each other. Just the anticipation alone has him stroking his own cock, and that laugh comes back as he leans forward to kiss Rigo with a force that's more clashing teeth than anything.]

Hold on a second, fuck.

[He's grinning though, even when the words are lowly growled out. Rigo's waited long enough, and is about to lose patience. Dale positions himself so he can better bare down, and curls his hand around Rigo's length. He strokes a couple of times, not that it's needed, and starts to lower himself down. They fuck a lot now, but he still feels his body go tense at that initial intrusion of girth pressing into him.

His chest shudders with a breath that doesn't let itself rise to completion, and it dies off in his chest as he lowers down more and more. After those first pinpricks of pain, he's over it, and then he sinks down in a swift motion so he's fully seated in Rigo's lap.]

Fuck.

[And with that, he starts to move. He promised Rigo he'd ride him, and he does. He sets the pace at first, steady and firm as he rises up and sinks back down. Each press in makes sounds pass his lips that turn the tip of his ears red, but he's reminding himself he doesn't have to be humiliated here. Rigo is safe, even when his instincts are telling him to be embarrassed by the fact he's got a cock up his ass that he practically begged for and is gasping and moaning pathetically as he rides it like he's desperate for it. He doesn't even want to imagine what his face must look like as he's doing this, but with the way Rigo's looking at him it must be something impressive. Not anything ridiculous, at least.

His own cock starts to harden a little as he moves, but he ignores it, letting it bounce and twitch in time with how he moves. As they settle into something faster, he guides Rigo's hands to his hips. He's silently offering him the ability to dictate how he moves, if he wants it.]

[Even now, there's something slightly surreal about this whole thing. Rigo was gone for so long, spent so much time in his own head, and now he's back where he belongs and also fucking his best friend.

So. That's cool. Best not to think into it too much, because the experience is far better without thought involved. He'd much rather lose himself entirely to the sensation of Dale riding up and down on his cock, all that incredibly tight heat around him. His head tips back in a moan as he feels every spark of pleasure at once, concentrated, white-hot.

When he opens his eyes - when did he close them? He can see Dale growing hard again, already, and grins as he lifts one hand from his hip to gently enclose his cock so that Dale is really just stroking himself against Rigo's hands with his movements. Too soon could still be too sensitive, possibly.]

You're - fuck. [He loses track immediately of whatever he was going to say, and laughs at himself.]

You're good at this.

[That wasn't it. That sounds ridiculous. But don't ask him to say anything flowery or some bullshit right now. He laughs again before it turns into a groan, while he arches his hips upward to meet Dale with every movement, driving deep, giving him more.]

[That sounds beyond ridiculous. He snorts and stills a little, and leans forward to bump his forehead against Rigo's.]

What, I ride you a little and you can't talk anymore? Fucking pathetic.

[He's nothing but warm and affectionate when he says it, and claims a kiss before he resumes moving. How he managed to come across so cocky when he's feeling a whole lot of intense pleasure is beyond him, but he's grateful when Rigo's hand doesn't immediately fall away.

He does eventually knock it away, because everything does start to feel a little too sensitive. He's better able to rise and fall with sharp and hard motions, moaning as he curls his own hand around his cock like that might make it stop approaching the edge of pain. That hand drops away, and opens his mouth to say something else. It's right as Rigo angles his hips and he drives himself in deeper, and instead of words, a groan slips out.

Shit. He has to cover up how high pitched that sounded by being demanding.]

You're gonna pull out when you're close. And you're gonna paint me just like I did you. Then we're gonna get a shower and clean up, and I'm gonna ruin all of it by fucking you into the mattress when we're done.

[Is that physically possible? He's pretty sure it will be, based on how he's still hard and that isn't likely to lead to anything for him for a little while. But even if not, it's fun to imagine it happening. In fact, just the thought of it makes him groan again. This one is even more shaky than the last one.

So much for sounding demanding. Instead, it just sounds like he's whining as he bounces on Rigo's cock and arches his back as he halfheartedly grabs at his own.]

[The teasing insults elicit a near-growl that turns into laughter again at the kiss. They can pretend to be dicks to each other all day long, it never means anything serious. Well, until it does, but tempers fizzle out before too long or they would never have survived as roommates.

Everything about this is so good already, and then Dale goes and says all that. Rigo listens, panting softly, then grabs Dale by the hair to draw him back closer before his head can get too far away.]

You better. We're gonna break that fucking bed one of these days.

[He misses the kiss he attempts, landing in the air instead as their movements don't quite synchronize, but lets it be as he snickers and releases his grip on Dale's hair to instead trace fingers across his tattooed chest.

Maybe it's that moment of touch, maybe it's something else, but the buildup becomes too much to contain. Rigo comes with a gasp, toes curling, and gives a moan that probably is audible outdoors. Definitely next door, if anyone was home there. Not that he gives a shit right now because all he feels is an overwhelming wave of pleasure centered right on his cock as he tries to pump his hips a few more times, then gives up and lets himself just relax.]

Oh, fuck.

[Dale is panting, gaze intense as he focuses on Rigo's face. There's really no words that he can say in the moment, nothing feels enough. It's not emotion that he's feeling, not one that he can put a label on. It leaves him dazed as he soaks everything in, and after softly chuckling he leans forward for a kiss.

And oh fuck, it's tender and passionate and feels a whole lot like something tied to emotion. He'll just not think about that right now. They're best friends that fuck and apparently like to mark each other with their come, he's sure whatever he's feeling right now is normal too.

That strangled whimper that he strangles and swallows down as they kiss definitely isn't though, and the sound repeats as he rises up. His cheeks burn when he realizes that it's because he's left wanting when he feels Rigo's dick slip free from his body.

Okay so maybe this isn't normal but when the fuck have their lives ever been that way?]

We do enough to break that bed, everybody's gonna hear us.

[He's laughing though, and rests his forehead against Rigo's for a second. One more kiss, this one quick, and then he's pulling away to stand up.]

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