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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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Rigo swings his feet down to the floor, and figures while the water is getting hot he'll do the bare minimum of cleaning and at least scoop up all their various articles of clothing off the floor and dump them where they belong - some in the hamper, things like jackets just draped across the couch arm. Better than the floor, it's fine.
The empties and the butt ends of blunts are staying where they are though, that's more effort than he feels like getting into right now.
Dale has the bathroom occupied and he could join him, but Rigo decides instead he wants a snack. And a cigarette. Both at once. He's still constantly hungry, though far less so now than a month or so ago. It's probably mental, but who cares. Food is a necessity. And lazy midnight food (3 am food? What time is it? 3:25 according to the clock on the wall, he discovers) is going to be just chips and salsa, zero effort for maximum delicious.
When he's done with all that, the water must be hot, so he tosses the chips back in cupboard and takes the lingering stub of his smoke to go snake an arm around Dale's shoulders and pull him in for a kiss to his forehead. Nobody needs salsa breath.]
You smell nice.
[His nose sniffs at the air, and he spits out the last of the toothpaste in his mouth before shutting off the sink.]
You smell like salsa. Did you eat without me?
[This feels like some kind of ridiculous betrayal, so he lets his hands wander from Rigo's sides around to his back so he can grab at Rigo's ass. Grabbing turns to kneading, which turns to a spank.]
Get in the shower already, so you can get clean. Then we'll make sure the only thing anybody can smell on you is me.
[Shit.
Wait, that sounds weirdly animalistic and territorial and possessive. Which he kinda is, when it comes to Rigo. They're not boyfriends (are they?) but Rigo is his, and he doesn't want other people sniffing around him.
Fuck.
He needs to stop thinking and saying all these doglike things out loud. Rigo's going to start thinking his whole transformation thing is an issue, and then Dale's going to have no other choice but be confronted with having to actually think about the fact his best friend can transform into a weird ass wolf dog monster that Chrissy thinks of as her bodyguard.
And since he'd really like his dick to be able to get hard again in the next 20 minutes or so, he's going to just shut off all thought, hum a little, and then step into the water after Rigo.]
I never knew you were so possessive!
[It's kind of fun. It's kind of odd, too, definitely unexpected. But hearing those words said sends a jolt of arousal all the way to his toes, and he shakes his head, amused, as he gives his hair a good scrub under the water, then grabs the soap.]
You'll have to be careful or people are going to find out.
[On tour. That's what he keeps thinking of. There will be rumors, if Dale is always hanging off him. And if Dale is fine with that, then... Hell, then maybe he is too, but it would be very different from how Dale has been up until now with his various one-night-onlies of the male persuasion.]
Nobody's gonna find out.
[He finally answers, sounding confident and almost flippant. On the inside, he's panicked. What happens if people find out on tour? He doesn't know if the band would survive it, because the fans like to have the illusion of being able to fuck them. Hell, he doesn't think fans know Johnnie's with Chrissy, and they're almost painfully heterosexual even with all the crazy shit they get up to.
There's an edge of curiosity to why Rigo would say something like that. Does Rigo want people to find out? Is he wanting Dale to scale back? It seemed like he was into this whole cuddling and fucking with feelings thing, but maybe he read the situation wrong. He finishes washing his hair, and grabs the soap out of Rigo's hand so he can scrub his body.]
Out there, things are still the same as they've always been. Nobody's gotta know nothing, not until we want them to.
[He works the soap in his hands to a lather, and passes it to Rigo so he can uses his hands to clean his junk. He's gotta be completely fresh for their plans after this.]
What? Oh, yeah, he's still listening. And he nods, agreeing with every word he manages to catch.]
Well, it's gonna be a great little tour. You thought ahead to what we do after? Maybe we should go on a bigger one if this one does well. Might be fun to see more of the country, get our music out there.
[They have obligations here too, yeah, but it's just the four of them. The gang can let them go for a couple months, as long as Alex or Clicks or someone can keep an eye on things here.]
[Rigo's right, it would be fun to head out across the country and get their music out there. People all the way on the East coast don't know what they're missing. But the Phantom Riders can load up and travel as far as they want to.
As they finish up with getting clean, Dale grabs at Rigo's shoulder and turns him so they're facing one another. His fingers curl against his chin as he leans in for a kiss.]
Stop worrying so much about the future, compa. Live in the here and now.
I'm not worrying, man, I'm excited! This tour is gonna be fun!
[Does he read as worrying? He's just so happy to be back, to be making life back into something normal and not all about survival and starvation every day. Where they can just enjoy making music and making each other happy.]
Stop projecting, homes. I don't worry about nothing.
[Chuckling, he turns the shower off, then hops out to grab a towel and dry off.]
[Dale teasingly calls out after him, hopping out to grab a towel. He only marginally dries off, focusing on his body and leaving his hair all wet and wild. The towel is tossed on the floor with the others, and he vaguely realizes they'll have to do laundry soon.
He flashes a cheeky grin as he heads back to his bedroom, figuring he can wait to eat until later. He's not starving yet and would rather work up an appetite.
By the time Rigo joins him, he's lounging on his side, bottle of lube sitting beside him like it's on display.]
I think I promised we'd get around to something after the shower.
[See? Neither of them are worrying or projecting. They're just about to fuck again, which is entirely normal behavior.]
He's like a goddamn work of art there on his bed. Rigo would have lost his breath if he wasn't expecting that, perhaps.]
You did.
[Rigo practically pounces on him, knocking the lube aside for the moment to kiss him and run his hands down that gorgeous body.]
You did, and I'm very ready.
[Will be once he gets his hands on that lube, actually. But he's going to first enjoy warming them both up, as he straddles Dale's hips and leans in low, hands on his chest to keep him from sitting up so easily. The kisses are fierce, hungry. And as he then sits up, he drags a hand down Dale's belly, finding his cock to stroke both of theirs together in his hand while he reaches for the bottle of lube.]
Edited (there this tag sucks less) 2025-07-27 02:10 pm (UTC)
Rigo is free to manhandle him and kiss him however he wants to, and those hungry kisses are a perfect way to make his cock twitch. His hands run up and down along Rigo's back, but his touch turns into nails digging in the second his cock is stroked against Rigo's.
In fact, his brain nearly goes completely blank as he groans at the sight. Why is this so hot? It shouldn't be, it's just two dicks being stroked. But one is his, and the other is Rigo's, and that apparently means a lot to him now. So fine, let him groan a little louder as he arches up into the touch.]
Yeah, that's all yours.
[His cock, his whole fucking body, his heart at this point. He doesn't even fucking care. He ignores the fact that was growled out like he's being all possessive again, and instead focuses on trying to keep his hips still.]
We gotta get you ready to take it. You got the lube near you still?
[His fingers close around the bottle, but before he does anything with it he takes a long, admiring look at Dale with a wry little smile. He's really quite the sight, stretched out before him, groaning and eager for more.]
Do you want me to? Or...
[He wiggles the bottle with his right hand, keeps stroking with his left. He could prep himself, put on a show, but maybe Dale wants to be the one to take charge. That possessive growl is as intoxicating as anything.]
Give me that.
[The laughter turns to a groan as Rigo's hand keeps stroking, and he arches up into the touch to try and seek out more friction.]
I wanna see your face.
[He insists as he gently pushes at his shoulder, being careful not to shove. That would potentially turn into a pain in the cock, and he's not about that right now. He's far more interested in getting Rigo to recline back against the bed.
As soon as he obliges Dale is cracking open the lube, and squirts some in his hand. Rather than prep Rigo with cold lube like he did himself, he rubs his hands together to warm it up. It's a little slippery and he laughs when a few drops go flying and land on the bed. Everything will wash clean so it's fine.
It's tempting to just dive right in with those fingers, but he's trying to romance the fuck out of Rigo tonight. So he leans down, kissing at his hip, as he begins to work his fingers in circles around his entrance. There's no reason to rush, never mind the fact his dick is getting hard.]
He falls back and leans on his elbows, but then lets those slide out from under him too as Dale leans in, preferring to drape one arm over Dale's back and bury the other in his hair, cradling his head and soaking up the affection.
The touches of Dale's fingers against his asshole make his cock twitch. Fuck, he wants it. He's not tense, he doesn't need to remind himself to relax, he just gasps softly against Dale's ear and then gives a contented little hum.]
Mm. I can't wait to feel you in me.
[He laughs a little at his own eagerness and then tugs at Dale's lip with his teeth. He's taking such care and it's very sweet.]
[Hearing that swells his ego a little, and he's grinning as it makes him a little more eager. He keeps trying to be patient, wanting to make this good. But his head turns and he kisses Rigo, keeping it surprisingly gentle as his finger works its way into him. Slow and steady is the name of the game here, even though his patience is already starting to wear thin.]
Try being the one that can't wait to be inside you.
[He finds himself hilarious, and smirks as he works to pressing two fingers inside to stretch and scissor. It's harder then to stay patient and keep things at an even pace, because he wants nothing more than to just stuff him full of his cock and drive him down into the mattress.
He's pretty sure Rigo wants that too actually, and the thought makes that near growl come out of him again. It's time to get things moving, because his dick is so hard he's about to lose his fucking mind.]
Gonna fuck you into the mattress, just like I promised. Fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow. You want that?
Walking is overrated anyway.
[He grins, flashing teeth like some sort of wild creature before he pulls Dale close with that hand at the back of his head and presses their lips together, fills his mouth with his tongue. When he pulls away he's panting.]
Get a fucking move on, compa, I'm waiting.
[He's laughing though, and gives Rigo one more kiss. His promise to drive him into the mattress overrides his desire to watch Rigo's face, and he pulls back as he retracts his fingers and wipes them off on the sheets.]
I was gonna do it like this, but -
[He pauses to make a motion for Rigo to get up.]
Hands and knees. Now.
[Hopefully he's still into Dale being demanding, because his patience is hanging by a thread. He's stroking his cock as he watches Rigo, waiting for him to obey. If he takes even a second too long, he's reaching forward to give an impatient pull to his shoulder.]
He nearly, nearly jokes about Dale making him bend over like a dog but decides it would probably kill the mood more than it would be funny. And in that moment of hesitation, Dale reaches for him, and Rigo gives a little yelp that's equal parts surprise and delight as he's pulled forward onto his hands and knees.]
You win, homes, damn. Come on, then. Before I knock you over for doing that.
[Wrestling is just as hot too. But he's joking, of course - joking and slightly strained, eager to be fucking mounted from behind like the dog he apparently is. Shit. Too fucking weird, but fucking hot anyway.]
[Dale keeps his tone stern, and presses his hand at the center of Rigo's back. It's only there for as long as it takes to make sure his cock is lubed up nicely. That barely takes any time at all though, and soon enough he's guiding himself to line up against Rigo's asshole. He teases a little, rubbing the tip against him, and softly exhales as he tries to maintain control over himself.
But he reminds himself that Rigo wants this, loves it rough. He does too, there's no doubt about that. So after that initial teasing, he presses inside. At first he eases in gently, but that doesn't last long. His hips firmly rock forward, burying himself deep. The groan he lets out is deep and vibrates in his chest, and it takes a lot of effort not to lose his mind right then and there.
There's no time to adjust, no time to savor how tight and perfect it feels for him. His hands firmly press against Rigo's hips as he fucks how he likes it best. Fast and hard, with one hand curled against Rigo's shoulder to keep him in place. He's not thinking about how this whole position is fucking him like a dog, not thinking about how animalistic he feels himself when he's alone with Rigo, not thinking about anything other than heat and trying to make his best friend scream in pleasure as he makes good on his promise to fuck him into the mattress.
It's not normal, but it's something that's damn good. And that's all that matters.]
Soon enough he gets to the pace they're both craving, and Rigo groans. His cock bounces with each thrust, and he tries to see if he can get one of his hands on it without toppling over at an awkward angle, but gives that up quickly. Not going to happen.
But that's fine, because fuck, this pace is good. He laughs a little, shakily, and arches his back, ass up a few inches higher, just to see if he can make that angle even better for Dale to drive as deeply as he can.]
Oh, fuck. So fucking good.
[The words are mumbled, mindless. He lets his eyes close and his head tip forward as he sinks into purely enjoying the feeling, no thoughts necessary or wanted.]
[He's absolutely feral at this point, unable to say anything at all. He's reduced to soft moans, particularly after Rigo angles his hips. Since his head is tipped forward he does him a favor and uses his free hand to press down against his back. Hopefully he doesn't mind being face down and ass up because that's happening now. He slips free from his body in the process and is left panting.]
Fuck. You feel so fucking good.
[Which means he needs to be back inside him. Now. Dale's quick to grab at Rigo's hip and quickly line himself back up to urgently press back inside. It's accompanied by a slam of his hips, and his legs slap against Rigo's ass. The sound makes him laugh a little, but it's cut off by a groan. Fuck, this is so hot. He's driven even further by a pure want to claim, and he pushes himself to somehow go even harder and faster.]
So fucking good, and mine.
[In the heat of the moment, he slaps his hand against Rigo's ass right as he practically growls out the word mine. The sound rings out over their mutual panting, and Dale grins in satisfaction as he waits to hear a reaction before doing it again.]
And what is it about being dominated so completely, so possessed by Dale that is so mindblowingly hot? Fuck, he doesn't know but he's practically vibrating with lust from head to toe, shuddering with each wave of pleasure as Dale's cock strokes inside him, hard and fast, bumping haphazardly against something deeply sensitive in his quest to make Rigo utterly his.
So there's only so long he can last. Longer like this than if he'd managed to reach his own cock, or if Dale had done so for him, but that's good. He didn't want it to be over quickly. He coasts on pure sensation until it overpowers him, and with a low moan, he comes hard, shooting white into the sheets as his eyes screw tightly shut.]
Oh -
[Yeah that's the only word he manages that sounds like a word. The rest is noise, moans that will do better than words anyway at telling Dale just how good that feels.]
He has to be sensitive after coming, but it's too bad. He pulls Rigo up to his knees and presses his back against his chest, and one arm fully encloses around his waist to keep him flush against him. His mouth nips and sucks at Rigo's neck, quickly working a mark against his skin. With his teeth bared he lightly bites down at that mark, as his hips manage a few more erratic thrusts before he comes too. He moans loud as he does, hips still rocking to bury himself deep.
His eyes close and nostrils flare as he comes harder than it feels like he ever has, and he shoves Rigo back down to the bed so he can pull out and finish on him. White coats his perfect ass, and Dale immediately wishes he was capable of just getting instantly hard so he can keep fucking him. He's breathing hard, unable to speak. All he can do is stare at Rigo's ass and admire how he looks marked by his come for the second time that night. He's got a red mark on his ass from being spanked, and a hickey on his neck from Dale's mouth. There's a strong sense of satisfaction at seeing him so completely marked as his, and despite having just gotten off his eyes remain darkened with lust.]
[Oh fuck, he's still so horny. It's unfair. Being a dude sucks sometimes. Shame he can't just keep coming forever. What the fuck, Dale is good at this and somehow he keeps finding ways to take Rigo by surprise at just how damn good he is.
When he's done being totally manhandled, he lets Dale toss him down and just laughs a little, because he doesn't really know what other kind of response he can muster. He must look quite the sight, though, judging by how Dale is staring with that look in his eyes.
After a moment, he gets control of his slightly delirious and very content chuckling and rolls onto his back, sweeping hair out of his face, and looks down the length of his body at Dale over there.]
Don't you fucking dare think you're some kind of sex god. I see that look, you egotistical, beautiful bastard.
Don't you fucking dare think you don't like it.
[Grinning, he leans down so he can kiss him. It's sweet compared to how they just fucked, but that's probably what's needed. He falls back to lay on the bed beside Rigo with a content sigh. The sheets are filthy, and they'll need to change those in a minute.]
[He's going to need a minute after that, and the kiss is very much appreciated. Once Dale is beside him, he turns his head to face him but doesn't really feel like moving a single other muscle right now. Boneless is the way to go. Human-shaped putty.]
And look! We didn't even break the bed.
[Got it to squeak pretty good though, probably? Look, that wasn't what he had been consciously listening to at the time, he was being fucked too hard to notice.]