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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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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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.
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.]
Come back here. Just for a little while.
[He just wants to feel their chests together, heartbeats mirroring each other while they breathe and come down from that incredible high. There's nothing more to it, there's nothing weird. He just wants to hold Dale in his arms for a little while and enjoy having him close.
No, he won't fool himself, he knows what this means. Denial is easy, though. He'll stick with it for now because it's too warm to think. Thinking is vastly overrated when he would much rather comb his fingers through Dale's hair and kiss him again, and enjoy the intimacy of simply being close.]
When the reality of what being held sinks in and feels like, Dale goes very still. He's tense for a second, deciding if he wants to find an excuse to bolt. But then his eyes close as he feels Rigo's perfect fingers working their way through his hair, and as their lips meet he exhales slowly and warms into the contact.
There's nothing to be afraid of here. It's not weird. Whatever he's feeling is big, he knows that. Just because he's never felt it before doesn't mean it's strange and terrifying. Sure, his heart is racing because he's giving into it, but that's probably fine. His heart races with just about every drug they take on a nightly basis too.
Eventually he turns to press himself more fluidly against Rigo, and allows his hands to gently wander. They've fucked a lot but they still don't know each other's bodies.]
Just for a little while.
[He repeats, and fuck if that doesn't sound like a promise. A little while can mean a lot of things. In this context, Dale doesn't mind it being for a whole lot longer. And as it turns out, this kind of closeness is nice. It's comforting somehow, and he knows it's only because of who he's currently pressed against that it feels that way.
Chest to chest, he can feel their hearts pounding in near unison. That makes him grin, and his fingers work through Rigo's hair. A single curl loops around one his pinky and he laughs, the sound far more joyful than he was intending. But he guesses when you discover something that's this intense, it's okay to let some of that happiness show.]
That ends when he lets his hands instead run down Dale's back, all strong and smooth and pitted with the occasional old battle wound. His warrior king, here in his arms, again crowned but this time with the dingy light of the bulb in the ceiling.
This much affection is a hard thing to hold and a hard thing to get his head around, and he laughs with a hand on his forehead, then sweeps his hair back.]
I want to get high. What do you have?
[He does also want the shower. And to get fucked into the mattress. He wants a lot of things at once. He also wants to stay here with Dale, and if they get high on something, maybe that will happen a while longer before they're ready to move again.]
[He laughs, and uses both hands to sweep Rigo's hair back for him. He's struck by his eyes then, and for a second doesn't say or do anything. Which of course makes him laugh at himself a second later, and then he's kissing him so they both shut up for a minute.
Yeah, he wants to get high too. But there's no rush.]
I think I left some weed I rolled in the table over there. You want anything harder and I gotta get up, compa.
[His hands drift down Rigo's back and down to his ass, which he gives a little tap like he's scolding him for thinking about making him move. Clearly, Dale's not in any hurry to get up either. In fact, he slows down getting an answer by initiating more kisses, one after another until he's holding Rigo's hand while they're making out.
He better be careful or he might start weeping after sex or something.]
[He just manages to restrain his laughter for a second or two before he breaks out with snickering against Dale's skin. Before Dale can protest by doing something stupid like getting up, though, Rigo grabs him in a firm hug - not a squeeze, but nearly.]
Don't get up! Not yet. I like having you here. You feel so nice against me. Quiero besarte una y otra vez y otra vez mas.
[Absolutely none of this is said seriously. He can't, it's over the top. He does mean it, but not in the kind of way that would let him say it all Marlon Brando o algo así.
But he does kiss Dale a good few times to prove his point before slapping him on the ass and letting him go.]
Okay. You're free!
You want downers then? Or something that's gonna make sure I can keep going and give it to you harder?
[Both eyebrows arch as he asks that, smirking in delight with how funny he thinks he is. He literally has an entire arsenal of drugs in his bedroom. They've got plenty of things to take and have a real good time.]
[He's feeling lazy. Downers would be nice. Hell, he could take the world's best nap right now after that outing and the followup sex. But he can't get the image of Dale pounding him into the bed out of his head either, he wants that too. He wants to float, he wants to have everything at once. And he's so lucky they mostly do have everything they want all the time.
So there are no wrong answers.]
Seamos tranquilos. For now. We have all night. We worked hard, we should take some time to relax so you have lots of energy for later.
[He grins as he watches lazily from the couch, one arm behind his head. Fuck, Dale is gorgeous. He has such an incredible body. He's definitely going to take the time to appreciate right here and now while given the opportunity.]
[That's fine by him. He shrugs with a grin and turns to leave, then realizes Rigo's watching him. He's always a performer at heart, and even one on one he can't resist the opportunity put on a good show. He flexes a little, absolutely ridiculous, and turns so Rigo can admire his ass. He may or may not flex his ass muscles enough that they dimple, but he won't own up to anything.]
Be right back.
[He winks, then turns to head to his room for real. With everything that Rigo has been through, he's not going to bring out everything he has on a platter and let them have access to a drug buffet. He loves using, doesn't mind that Rigo does too, wants them both to have fun. But he also wants to keep them both from going over the edge from a good time to something that will impact him long term. So he goes through his stash and grabs a bottle that fits the bill.
He returns to the living room with it, and tosses the prescription bottle for some old guy's diazepam onto Rigo's chest.]
Valium will keep even your ass calm.
[He heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, drinks half of it himself, then has to refill before he makes his way back to the couch.]
He's already so content he doesn't really need the downers, but he can't help it, it just sounds good. Why feel good and not feel even better, if given the opportunity? He has his eyes closed for a moment, lying there on the couch, but opens them just in time as he hears Dale's footsteps and manages to awkwardly grab at the bottle before it bounces back off of him and onto the floor.]
Oh, good find.
[He eyes the prescription details with idle amusement, notes the dose, shakes out double that into his hand. Should be fine, shouldn't quite actually knock him out, but one alone is weak shit. He tosses them back, then reaches for the water and trades Dale the bottle, both hands extended, then flops back down after he's gulped down the pills with a mouthful of water and sets the glass on the floor with one hand dangling down over the side of the couch.
He hopes he looks very inviting, like a nice warm pillow.]
Some days are just the best kind of days you can have, yeah? This is one of those.
[Hearing that makes his insides feel all warm and like he's floating, and he can't blame that on the pills because he's still holding two in his hands. He gulps them down a second later with some water and makes sure both are set aside before he turns his head to look over at Rigo. Yeah, he looks like a comfortable place to land.
That grin stays intact as he leans over until he falls, and his head lands right on his chest.]
Yeah, I think it is too.
[There isn't much more that needs to be said than that. Why talk when he can start kissing at Rigo's neck? He tastes like sex and sweat and he makes a soft sound that he refuses to allow to become a groan. He's not pathetic, he just appreciates the taste is all. His lips work their way up until they're able to properly kiss, and he decides they can spend as long as they want laying here making out. It feels too damn good to stop anytime soon.]
Even with all the other shit we did? Esto es lo mejor.
[That sentence was great to get out, but it's time for more kissing and working his fingers through Rigo's hair. Those curls feel irresistible right about now.]
[The words are practically whispered against Dale's lips, but he's grinning still, a combination of sexy and silly because he knows how ridiculous that sounds but he does for sure find it pretty hot when Dale takes charge in situations like tonight's. Even if he's beating up dumb kids, it's still fucking hot.
Content for sure now, he takes a deep breath and lets his eyes close, returning to the world of touch and scent. Slow kisses and hands in his hair are so satisfying. It's been a while since he had something like this. He'd like to think he's not quite as bad as Dale and Johnnie and some of the others - he's had actual relationships, sometimes, even if they don't last more than a month or two quite often. At least they're not all one night stands. But it's been a while, that's all. Makes him want to sink in and enjoy every second.
Dale's hair has a few little ringlets of its own. It gets wavy at the ends when he hasn't cut it in a while. It's one of those things Rigo has always noticed but never especially thought about, and now he finds it utterly endearing. He rakes fingers through Dale's hair, then lets his hand continue down his back. Just feeling, just enjoying the touch of skin on skin. Eventually, his hand raises up to catch Dale's, and as before, he twines their fingers together and just holds on. If they weren't horizontal, they could be dancing something slow.]
Deberíamos haber puesto música.
[Apparently he's in full Spanish mode now. It's not like English is hard, he's been speaking that for most of his life too. He's just feeling lazy.]
[He says it like Rigo should be scolded, and brings their joined hands up to his mouth so he can nip at his fingertips. Yeah, that's punishment all right.]
Haremos la nuestra.
[His head dips, teeth scraping down Rigo's neck. This time when he reaches the curve he keeps going, kissing and pressing his tongue until he reaches a nipple which he works his tongue against. He's got a little more teasing words left in him, so he just barely teases at it, but he stays focused on the one his mouth has found first rather than switching right over to the other.]
Te gusta que tenga el control, y quiero hacerte gritar. Eso es música.
[He looks up then, nipple between his teeth, and arches his eyebrows before waggling them. It's ridiculous, and he knows it, but he's not taking any of this seriously.]
For... whatever that means.]
Serio? Acabo de tomar calmantes. Tendrás que trabajar si quieres que grite.
[With an amused snort, he tousles Dale's hair, then turns to aim a mimed bite at his nearest hand - doesn't reach it, of course. But he's certainly enjoying the silliness.
[And what the fuck is this? Hair tousling? Hand biting? Dale snorts before he gives up on sexy nipple play and instead reclines with his head resting against Rigo's chest. It's hard for him to just lay still and do this kind of thing. But hell, if Johnnie can do it with Chrissy, he can do this.
Not that he's admitting he's in a relationship or anything. It's just...if this makes Rigo happy, then it makes him happy to try and do it. Besides, those downers should be kicking in eventually.
He manages to make it nearly a full minute before he grabs at Rigo's hand and puts it in his hair. There is not a chance he'll outright ask for the affection, but he liked it before and wants more of it.]