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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[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.]
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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Sure is a damn good thing he did. This is definitely what he needed to get him out of that mental slump.]
Aw, baby girl, you need me real bad, huh? Get a little wet back there with all that vibrating between your legs for hours?
[He snickers as she paws at his pants, and then leans in to work his lips and teeth along her neck. He'll let her fumble, she'll figure it out - his hands, meanwhile, would much rather do as they're doing right now and work up under her shirt to pull it off over her head. He wants to feel all that warm, soft skin under his palms.]
More like I got a little wet just now because I need you that much.
[But if he wants to believe it's because of the bike ride, she'll let him. She's too busy making a quiet sound of triumph as she gets his belt undone and his zipper open right after. Take that, dexterity. Her hand goes right inside and starts palming at his cock through his underwear.]
I just can't decide if I need you to bend me over the counter here, or if I need you to help me sit up on it. It's such a hard choice, and I'm so greedy and need you so bad, maybe I wanna ask for both.
[That would require either of them having enough self-control for him to pull out mid fucking to adjust the position, and she's not sure they have it in them.]
Such a hard choice.
[He whips his belt free from his jeans to use it to bind her wrists together, which leaves his own hands free to unbutton her shorts and tug them and her underwear down off her hips.]
Mm, an' greedy is right. You're lucky it's too dark in here for me to wanna go get your camera. I'll just have to remember how good you look waitin' for my cock.
[She'll have to wait a moment longer for him to get his jeans and underwear down and quickly stroke himself to full hardness, but it sure gives him a nice long look before he takes her by the hips and thrusts in deep.]
Does she say all that out loud? She thinks she does.
This is good. This is really, really good. Who knew that she'd be so turned on getting fucked in the middle of an abandoned gas station? All he had to do was bind her wrists and bend her over, and that really gets her excited for leaning over the counter. Who needs to sit on it when you can have this instead?
Her shorts and underwear rest at her knees, further keeping her bound. She could step out of them if she really wanted to, but she sure doesn't. Instead she just parts her legs enough for him to press into her, and oh gosh. It makes her shiver from head to toe as she throatily groans.
She's not helpless. Far from it. If she asks him to stop, she knows he will. She won't be doing that, obviously. She's way too into this. He thrusts in deep and she shudders as she rocks back against him, and moves her arms like she's trying to get her wrists free.]
[Mostly. It's the illusion of it, anyway, that's the important part.]
I gotta use my belt more often, I think. You feel real damn good around me every time you pull against it.
[Every time she gets that reminder that her wrists are bound in leather. Hell, a belt is just a built in sex toy. If she starts thinking that way, she'll get turned on every time she sees him walking around - then again, she already does. Heh.
He keeps at it, driving hard into her, making her hips grind against the dull edge of the counter with every thrust. He keeps one hand on her waist, feeling her skin, keeping her where he wants her, and with the other he reaches up into her hair and tangles his fingers there, keeping just enough pressure as he gives her hair one tug, then another in time with his movements.
Fuck. Man, they can make any place fucking hot.]
That tug to her hair makes her cry out, and goosebumps rise up over her skin as she slams back against him. The pinpricks of pain on her scalp are more than welcome, and she tries roughly rocking forward to force a tug to her hair. That makes her hips hit the edge of the counter in a way that hurts, but it's fine. She can deal with some bruises. Each one is worth how good this feels.]
Please, please baby.
[It may seem like she's begging him for more, but that's only because she has to pause in order to moan for him.]
You gotta -
[Another shiver courses through her, this one going from head to toe. It steals her breath away, but she's quick to recover.]
Gotta use your belt more often. I love it.
[At this rate, she's going to come before he does. She's dancing right on the edge, so close but unable to do anything about it since she can't touch herself. And that helplessness seems to do it for her, because she comes hard and winds up draped over the counter and unable to move a muscle unless its at his hands.]
Pants zipped back up, hair smoothed back into place, he reaches for the belt but doesn't take it off her wrists right away. Instead, he holds onto it as he leans over her and kisses the back of her neck.]
Guess you've earned your fire.
[Several times over. Snickering, he finally unbuckles the belt and unwinds it from around her wrists, and slides it back into place around his waist.]
Prob'ly the best thing that ever happened in this gas station, wanna bet?
Oh, that's the best thing that's ever happened in at least a hundred miles around this stupid gas station. And the fire's gonna be the the second best. We're basically doing charity work here tonight.
[Laughing, she steals a quick kiss, and reaches into his pockets to try and find his lighter. She produces it and does a quick victory dance, and goes straight to the phone book with it to light it up and use as kindling.]
[Snickering at her desperate need for his lighter now, he lets her grab it, then backs off a few steps to look around. What else here can burn? A lot of the shelving is old rusted metal, not wood. They're going to need to get more than a phone book going here.
But there are boxes, and in a back room a few pallets. He gathers up what he can into a pile by one of the walls and gestures her to bring that flaming book over.]
Here, right in the middle. That'll catch quick. Might take a minute for it to get past this pile a' shit but by the time it does it'll be real hungry for the rest of the building!
[She's been twirling and dancing with the phone book on fire, and tosses him his lighter so she can have both hands free to carry the book over to his pile. There's no way to hide the ear to ear grin that's on her face as she crouches down to try and light one of the boxes, and gasps as it catches so easily. The book is charring and flames are heading down to her hands, so she tosses it onto the pallet and steps back to admire their handiwork.
Since she's in such a good mood she steps back until she bumps into him, and her fingers brush against his before she takes hold of his hand and pulls him into an impromptu little dance.]
Do you wanna stick around and watch it all burn? Or should we get back on the road soon and keep going?
[Or the... glow. Of the fire. But their afterglow is good too. Fuck it, he'll keep dancing here a moment, pulling her along until the smoke starts to get annoying.
At which point he leads her outside, and waves for her to join him on the bike.]
I just wanna clear out a little more in case there's still gas left in the tanks under there somehow, y'know? Would be a real shame to get caught up in the fireworks. 'Course, there probably isn't? But I got too much to do to blow up here.
[They don't have to go far, just a little way down the road before he pulls over and turns the radio on while they watch. Unfortunately, it seems in this time and place, all he can pick up is static - except a faint rhythmic clicking on one station, all the way at the far left of the dial. Weird.]
It's too bad it hasn't blown up. But it's really pretty, isn't it?
[She loves that fire is their calling card. Well, fire and monsters. But she's not in the mood to pull in any of those, and there's no need to do that. The fire is perfect, and makes her all kinds of happy.]
Fire bandits make another crappy little place bite the dust!
[And that's worth giving him a squeeze as she giggles and nuzzles up close to him.]
[He leans back a little, comfortable in her hold. But eventually he gets bored of the fire. It could go a while and he has no intention of sitting here for hours until it's nothing left but ash.
So after a minute or two more, he leans back and turns to give her a quick kiss, then pulls his goggles on. Mostly just for effect.]
An' speakin' of bandits, let's get goin'. See if I can find that turn or if we gotta ride all the way up the back side of the hills. It'll be a nice time, either way about it. Would be even better if the radio worked, though!
[Enough clicking, enough sitting. He revs the engine and takes off, heading north and looking for a rusted, broken sign - or maybe if they're really lucky, an intact one. Maybe the roads just changed over the decades or centuries or whatever. Wouldn't be that weird.]
The radio shifts from static to some jazz sounding station, and it feels like they've snapped back into normalcy. She points to one of the signs they're approaching, signaling the distance to other freeways and several exits.]
Is one of those the right one? Or are we far enough I should try pulling us somewhere else?
[Somewhere else meaning his dad. She knows he doesn't seem eager to do that, but she wants to leave the option there to see if she can do it.]
And he takes note of those signs as they hurtle toward the indicated exits.]
Del Puerto Canyon?
[What the hell is that place? Fuck it, time to find out. With a mad grin, Johnnie decides last minute to just take that exit rather than passing it up.]
Fuck if I know where this is, but we're gonna go find out!
[It's going the right direction, so it can't be that bad. Definitely better than getting dumped in his Papa's driveway, fuck that guy.
This is for sure not the fastest route, he sees that immediately. Rather than a nice big straight highway toward the bay, this quickly becomes some narrow, winding little road full of switchbacks as it takes them deeper and deeper into the hills heading west. Canyon is right - these hills are steep, jagged, almost mountains in their own right except for their height. It would probably be cool to see them by daylight but at night, they're offered a narrow view of one snake of a road between miles of thick black darkness, with the hills blotting out the stars and cutting off the radio signals.]
Hope you don't get carsick, this is kinda nuts. Whoo!
[He's enjoying it, clearly, as he takes yet another sharp bend in the road much too quickly.]
[She laughs, the sound cut off with a loud whee as they continue along. It's a little scary not really being able to see much, but Johnnie has it handled and they're having fun. That's all that matters in the end, isn't it? Having lots of fun.]
It's the curviest road we've ever been on, huh?
[Both of her hands go up into the air like she's on a rollercoaster, and she lets out a howl as they continue along. It feels like she could reach out and pull down some of those stars to better light their way, and at one point she swears she very nearly does. A few seconds later she realizes it's a shooting star or a comet or something, and she gasps as the radio goes from static to a blaring alarm.
Her hands go straight to cover her ears, and she gasps as even trying to reach around Johnnie to turn off the radio doesn't quiet the sounding alarm. It's a national broadcast alert warning of an incoming and unavoidable cosmic storm.]
Oh, shit.
His eyes look upward, catching that unusually bright glow cresting the tops of the hills, lighting them in the night so they really can see all those contours. That shouldn't happen, it's fucking 2 am or something, and just then the winds start to pick up too, grabbing leaves, rocks, branches and whipping them to a frenzy over the hills.
They're in a canyon and if they don't fucking get out immediately it's going to turn into a wind tunnel, full of debris and them in the middle of it.
Johnnie's first instinct is to try and outrun it, of course. No point going deeper down this road, they need out to open ground. He pulls a U-turn and guns it, making the bike shudder around curves as he pushes their speed as much as he reasonably can. But the road won't keep him from going as fast as he wants, and he shouts in surprise as a shower of scree comes pouring down the hillside, whipping gravel right past his cheek.]
What the fuck! Okay fuck it, fine, Chrissy, what do I gotta do for you to get us outta here?
Her eyes close and she tries to focus, even with gravel and wind hitting her in the face. They share such a close bond that it's like they can share thoughts, and she knows for a fact she was able to talk with Rigo in her head back in that place the Ender brought them to. She can sense teh Ender, even here. But she's not going to pull them to him. Not unless there's no other choice.
As the storm swarms over them, she can feel so much power and darkness. It nearly consumes her thoughts. In a desperate attempt to focus she presses her hand to his temple and tries to create some sort of mental bond. It doesn't work, not how she wants it to. But she's able to pick up on something that's him without being directly him. It could be Alex or his mother maybe, but as large hail starts falling and lightning strikes the ground around them, she doesn't care.
They need to get out of here. Now.
Whoever that essence of Johnnie belongs to, she grasps hold of it and tugs hard. Her free hand lets go of him and claws at the sky until a sharp tear in reality forms. She had to drag her hand down, fingernails creating jagged marks that further open a lifeline to somewhere else.
Johnnie drives through it right as it starts to close, and she ducks her head to press her face against his back and hang on tight. Wherever they're going, it feels like the storm is trying to follow them through.]
But he's an exit. Right now, he recognizes that. He expected some sort of instruction from Chrissy but evidently that isn't necessary - whatever has to happen, it has to happen fast. And so it is that one moment they're in the canyon, and the next, they're in a quiet neighborhood in Oakland.
In a lot of ways, it doesn't look all that different from the area of Los Angeles she's become used to - but it's cooler here at night at this time of year. A deep fog has settled in off the bay, leaving distant lights blurred.
The panic, the last-second nature of their transportation, means that rather being set nicely in the driveway or something like that, the bike rockets toward the house in motion and it takes every ounce of Johnnie's singular brain cell to brake in time and skid to a stop. They thunk gently against the side of the house, and he lets out a sigh.
The house was dark, but a light turns on, undoubtedly at the sound. Johnnie's ears are ringing, and he shakes his head like it'll help to clear it.]
Holy shit, that was fuckin' wild. I swear, another second or two longer we woulda been blown right down the canyon!
Johnnie -
[Trying to get his attention is pointless, because a second later someone's shining a big old flashlight at them. She squints as she turns to face it and holds up both hands like he's a cop.]
You've got two seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what you're doing hitting my house at three in the fucking morning.
[Does he have a gun or something? That's a pretty big threat for a guy carrying a flashlight.]
Maybe his Papa won't recognize him. That'd be fine. They could just go on like this is some mistake and they'll be gone and never have to deal with anything more than one stupid brief interaction.]
Calm the fuck down, man. Ain't like I wanted to hit your house. We'll just -
[Oh, the light is wavering. The dude's hand is fucking shaking. Anger? Fear?]
Johnnie.
[So much for not being recognized. Even older, in the dark, with his face all scarred up and his hand in front of half of it. And he can't imagine it's some kind of parental bullshit because when was this guy ever really a parent to him anyway?]
Yeah. Look, forget it, we weren't even supposed to be here, it just kinda happened. I'm not here to stick around an' chat. Go back to bed, old man, an' take your fuckin' light with you. Gonna fuckin' blind me.
[It's too hard in the dark with the light in his eyes to make out how the man's face has changed, and Johnnie doesn't really care to know anyway. He can tell that light is being held in his left hand - that makes sense. Would be hard to grip anything with his right thumb missing all these years.]
I did it.
[She fucking pulled them out of a cosmic storm and dropped them right into his dad's house. She's the strongest person alive and she's going to rule the world one day. She's so taken by how powerful she's becoming that she completely misses out on the emotional aspect of the reunion taking place in front of her. It's with a grin that she hops off the bike and stretches her arms out over her head, and finally remembers Johnnie's dad is right there yelling at them or something.
Lame.
The flashlight is lowered and then turned off, and Chrissy finally can see through the spots in her vision to get a good look at the guy. He's just...a regular dad looking dude. Nothing special. Then again, most every dad she's ever met looks like that. Just a grown man realizing how much he's fucked up his kid. She can only hope her own dad had a look this uncertain and guilty at her funeral.]
I'm not going back to bed. Come inside for a minute. Your -
[He hesitates as he looks over to Chrissy, and it's obvious he's trying to figure out who she is to Johnnie.]
She looks like she needs a break from the bike.
[There, that retort comes quickly, along with the rush of heat and anger that accompanies still being here, still dealing with this guy. At least he's not being blinded though, that's great. That makes it easier for them to fucking leave.
He kicks along the ground to get the bike to at least move a few inches away from the house and point it in the direction of the road, then takes a breath and looks back at Chrissy. Does she need a break?
Not here. Please, fucking, not here.]
[He knows he can't force Johnnie to stay. But it's weird as hell that the kid just shows up at this time of night after so many years. There's no way it's an accident. He must need something and is just too prideful to say. There's no way alcohol is involved. If it was, he'd be able to smell it reeking off the both of them.
Chrissy's shocked to hear that she's bleeding, and reaches up to touch at her nose. Sure enough, she feels wet warmth there and her jaw drops a little as she looks down at her fingers.]
We can stop somewhere else.
[That's said to Johnnie directly, because she can feel the anger and upset radiating off of him and doesn't want to make it worse. She pinches at her nose and goes to hop on the back of the bike, just so he can drive off if he really needs to.]
Now wait a minute.
[A booming, stern voice sounds out and Chrissy flinches as she shrinks back behind Johnnie on the bike. She's better around loud things now, but strange men shouting still scares the hell out of her.]
He do something to you, girl?
[Her instant response is a shake of her head, and his dad's response is a drawn out sigh like she's testing his patience.]
[Honestly, it's taking every shred of decency he has to not fly off the bike right now to punch his Papa's lights out at an insult like that.
Yeah, he feels bad for Chrissy's nosebleed but that's something they can sort out somewhere else. They don't have to go far. They can find themselves somewhere to pull over out of this asshole's sight. Fuck. He starts the engine, and the sound roars over his father's protests.]
Johnnie, come on. Bring her inside, she can get cleaned up, then you can go. That's all I'm asking.
[But Johnnie barely gives him the time to finish his sentence. He's leaving, Chrissy is coming along, fuck that guy for pretending to care now, suddenly, too many years too late. He served his purpose getting them out of the storm but anything more and Johnnie won't be able to contain the fight in him. Chrissy doesn't need to see him beat on a pathetic fucked up drunk asshole anyway. He huffs an angry breath, then gets the bike rocketing down the street, going who knows where.]