This story is written jointly by Rhys and Jason Gruffydd. While we have written together numerous times, this is our first joint publishing attempt and our first story posted on Nifty. With few exceptions, Rhys is the voice of Lucas and Jason is the voice of Jamie.
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I don't know why they called the little truck stop/diner Cherries. I had never seen "Cherrie" there before, unless Cherrie happened to be the scary looking, bald, and slightly overweight man dressed in a white cook's uniform that was there tonight. The embroidery on his splattered apron labeled him Mack. His voice was hoarse and raspy, and I noticed the hint of an ex-marine tattoo on his left arm as he yelled out, "Whaddya have?" when Lucas and I walked in the door.
"Coffee for now," I replied as I grabbed Lucas' arm and pulled him to the booth in the darkest corner of the diner. Lucas and I sat on opposite sides of the table, but we'd been playful in the car. From the moment we pulled onto the road, we each kept a hand busy exploring the other. Neither of us wanted to let go. I had to keep my mind on the road and driving, but Lucas... he was free to roam. We'd just left the only red light between the Cove and Cherrie's when he slid his hand into my pants, fondling my cock as he blew hot air on my neck. I nearly ran off the road! I grabbed his hand and playfully swatted it as I pulled it from my pants. I held his hand rest of the way to the diner.
Things inside the diner were different however. It seemed we'd parked the car on Reality Drive; the realization of what had happened between us began to settle. So, Lucas sat on one side of the table and I sat on the other, quietly looking into each other's eyes until the cook bought us our coffee. I blushed; averting his eyes, Lucas blushed too. He poured sugar into his coffee and let it continue flowing into his cup as we locked eyes again while he blushed more deeply. His cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink before he realized what he had done and cursed his cup of coffee.
"Fucker!" He grinned as he grabbed a spare cup the cook had left on our table and added sugar and cream to it -- more carefully this time. I watched him while taking baby sips of my coffee. I wanted to memorize him, his features, his face, the way he stirred his coffee. Suddenly, all of it was special to me; and the more I thought of it, the more I sat grinning at him. I felt my cheeks stretch, my grin growing ever wider, and for no reason other than I was here, sitting across from Lucas.
"What?" He asked noticing my grin.
"Nothing," I said.
"Come on. Spill it! What are you grinning about?"
"You," I said laughing. He began to speak, but I didn't give him a chance. I kicked off my shoe and began rubbing it the length of his leg. His eyes grew to twice their normal size. My foot moved higher, this time tickling his thighs with my toes before slowly grazing his denim-covered package. He was hard and twitched in his seat, as the ball of my foot gently patted and rubbed the hard length between his legs.
"Stop it," he whispered.
"Make me," I grinned.
"I just might," he retorted with a hint of an evil laugh. "Hurry and finish your coffee, you horn dog," smiling at me as he said it. "Something tells me the car is a better place to spend time than the diner."
"Mmm, but I'm hungry," I almost purred.
"Ok. Well then, let's order something, but stop that!" He swatted my foot.
"Ha! Payback's a bitch. The apple pie is good. I think I'll try some."
"Oh, yeah. hrm I might as well have that too." Lucas said.
"Do you want it with cream?" I asked, grinning wider.
"Oh, cut it out!" He snickered.
"I mean, do you want it with ice cream?" I was almost snorting.
"Oh! No, thanks."
"Ok then." I yelled to the cook, "Hey Mack! Could you bring us a couple slices of apple pie?"
The pie was good, but I wolfed mine down. Suddenly, the thought of finding a nice spot in the car with Lucas was more appealing than pie. Lucas, however, took his time. He seemed to really enjoy it, uttering soft little moans every time he took another bite. When he finished his pie, he held up his fork and licked it clean. Seeing his tongue gave me flashbacks of what we'd done at the pool; I bolted from the table saying I was getting our bill. If I'd watched him any longer, his pie might have ended with cream whether he ordered it or not. Lucas followed me to the register and reached for his wallet, while the cook tallied the bill. I waved him off.
"Don't worry about it." I said to him. He looked puzzled. "I'll pay for it, it's not even five bucks. So, I mean really, don't worry about it."
"Ok," he said softly, looking at me with eyes that almost made my knees go weak. I collected my change from the cook and headed to the car. Lucas climbed in the passenger seat, but this time he tried to snuggle closer to me. I put the car in gear, pulled onto the main street, and then held his hand again.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"I don't know. I don't want to go home yet, what about you?"
"Naw, me either," he said.
"I was thinking maybe we could drive to the practice field the band uses. I've got a pass to get in the gate and there is an area behind the bleachers where we can park. It's darker there. Maybe we can look at the stars."
"That'd be nice," he said smiling at me. God, I hated bucket seats. We held hands, but that smile made me wish I could pull him into my lap and kiss the back of his neck as I drove. I didn't think I could get to the practice field quick enough.
Okay, so this whole thing was insane. He was grinning at me and holding my hand across the gearshift; I was just in shock. He got out of the car at the practice field and motioned me to come with him. He handed me the last bottle of Coke and we parked our asses on the hood of his car. I was nervous, which was a serious first for me. What if he kissed me again? Worse, what if he didn't? The innuendos had flown at the café and left me reeling. He talked about marching in the band and how the teacher was a pain in his ass. He really liked jazz and blues, so we talked about music for a while. I confessed that I played guitar.
"Only a little," I'd said. "I can't read music and I just play by ear."
"Really?" Avid interest showed in his face. "I'd like to hear you play sometime."
I just blushed and nodded my head. I was pretty sure he was just being nice. There was no way in hell I was anywhere near as good as he was. I'd never had a lesson in my life. He was so nice. That was it. I'd never had anybody be just nice to me before. I was floored. I wanted to look over my shoulder and see who he was really looking at when he looked at me. I couldn't figure it out. I just thought that maybe he was nice to me to get into my pants. That had to be it.
Hell, I would worry about it later, I decided. I studied him, really studied him in the moonlight. I figured this would probably be a one-time deal, so I'd better store everything for future fantasy sessions. When he got really excited about something, his chocolate brown eyes twinkled and his face scrunched into this totally happy expression. He had thick and very soft dark brown hair, almost chestnut in color, and longish over his ears. He flipped it back casually with one hand and reached for the bottle of Coke we'd set between us. He had long tapering fingers and he bit at his nails, but not too bad. He had a spot between his neck and his shoulder that I desperately wanted to lick. He reminded me of a happy elf. He seemed almost mischievous and carefree. His shoulders were broad and the expanse of chest I'd glimpsed earlier was taut muscle. He hid himself well. I would have never guessed that under the baggy shirts and jeans lay that much muscle and tight sinew.
His lips. My god I could melt against that mouth. His lips were so soft, and he knew how to kiss. I'd heard that about saxophone players actually. Something about reed instruments and mouth control, using tonguing to help with intonation. Whatever it was, it made me weak in the knees. I stared at his mouth. I knew I was and I couldn't help it. I wanted him to kiss me again. He knew what he was doing with that mouth and it drove me wild. He must have read my mind because he stopped talking and contemplated me for a second. I know I was blushing. I could never play poker; all my emotions show on my face, I can't help it. Then he reached and brushed his fingertips over my face. I was hanging onto the car, trying hard not to let my trembling show. Oh dear God, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad I couldn't think straight. I hadn't been laid in so long; my body reacted to the slightest touch having been deprived for more than a year.
But it wasn't just that. It was something else that I couldn't put my finger on. I didn't want to analyze it here either, not with him touching me like this. I cleared my throat and he dropped his hand as if he'd been burned. I swallowed hard and said something to the effect of I was going to try to find some good music on the car radio; I turned and slid into the passenger seat. I fiddled with the knobs, hunting for something that wasn't country, when I heard the crunch of his tennis shoes on the gravel parking lot.
"Scoot over," he said, softly. I know I had a questioning look on my face. "Just scoot over a little bit," he said, and pressed the release catch on the seat. The whole seat moved back about four inches before stopping. He then pressed the other catch and the seat fell backward into the backseat, flattening almost like a cot. "I discovered these seats recline when I found myself sleeping in my car a lot," he commented cryptically.
He crawled in next to me and his proximity made me shiver. I could smell him, a combination of musk and sandalwood that was slowly driving me out of my mind. He leaned back on his elbow and pulled the door shut with his other hand by reaching behind him. I couldn't find anything listenable. I wished I'd brought one of my CDs or something. As it was, I heard this New Order song in my head and it wouldn't go away. "I don't know what to say, you don't care anyway... Here comes love, it's like honey... You can't buy it with money, I'm not alone anymore... You shock me to the core..." I shook my head, trying to clear the haunting lyrics, and snapped off the radio. His fingertips brushed the back of my neck and I shivered. He traced a finger down the backside of my arm, from my elbow to my wrist.
"How'd you get that scar?" He ran his fingers gently over my elbow.
"I fell in a concrete pool and I didn't have on my gear," I replied. I felt the gooseflesh on my skin. His touch felt so damned good. He grabbed my hand and tugged me down with him, so that I faced him while lying on my side.
"You really did a number on it," he said, tracing a spider's web over my skin down to my hand.
I laughed a little. "You should see my knees."
He contemplated me. "I did see your knees, but it was too dark."
I know I blushed then. I wanted him to kiss me. I really wanted him to kiss me. The anticipation was killing me. I laid my head on my arm and regarded him. He trailed a questing fingertip over my lips and I lightly licked him. He tasted like caramel and apple pie. I reached and stroked his chin, feeling the stubble, and knowing his kiss would burn in more ways than one. He made some soft noise, like a sigh, and I felt it all the way into my gut. Instead, I kissed him. I didn't think about it, I just did it. My impulsive kiss made him laugh.
"What was that for?"
I know I blushed again. "'Cause I wanted to," I said softly, not looking at him.
He tilted up my chin and kissed me, and I floated. His lips were so soft and warm. The kiss was light, just the barest brush of his lips against mine but it fired the hunger in me. He grabbed my hand, interlacing my fingers with his and continued to kiss me. His kisses were light and teasing. He stroked my hand with his thumb and continued kissing me, lightly dipping his tongue into my mouth for little tastes now and then. I was entranced.
His kisses lulled me until I coasted on the incredible high he produced. Sensuously, he kissed and nibbled at my lips and chin, and I returned his kiss, loving the taste of him. My free arm was around him and his fell to my waist. He pulled up my shirt and I helped him take it off, flinging it into the back seat. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I tugged his up and finally got to see his entire chest. His skin was bare, his chest sported only fine golden threads, and his nipples were dime sized and hard. He whimpered softly as I brushed my lips against them. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck then kissed him again, harder. My cock was so fucking hard that once again, I thought it might break. He was so unbelievably beautiful. I don't mean that in a pretty girl way, but in a masculine, gorgeous way. I found that spot between his throat and shoulder that I'd wanted to lick earlier and set about doing so. I made him whimper again as I licked slowly, his wonderful caramel taste enveloping me.
"Oh Jesus, Lucas!" He breathed in my ear, setting off a myriad of sparking pinwheels down my spine. I rubbed my hand down the small of his back, caressing along the curve of the spine, feeling the satiny texture of his skin. He pulled my hips to his and I moaned as his denim-covered hardness encountered mine. He kissed my chest then moved over me and down. He seemed fascinated with my stomach. He lipped at my navel ring, nipping at it, and then ran his tongue straight down to the top of my pants. I whimpered. I couldn't help it. He was slowly driving me out of my mind with desire. My cock throbbed in my jeans and I wanted them off. I wanted that soft mouth around the head of my dick again.
He came up, much to my chagrin, and began nipping at my belly. I gasped as the pleasure of his scraping teeth shot through me. I stroked his head while he slowly sank his tongue into my belly button. He probed it gently and I moaned again. He scooted me back, so far back that my head was in a direct line with the stereo speakers in the back, and pushed up my knees. Softly, he said, "Don't kick the gear shift, okay?" I nodded mutely wishing he'd return to licking my stomach. I think he must have heard me thinking. He slowly ran his tongue from hipbone to hip bone and I dug my fingers into his shoulders and shuddered.
"Oh, fuck. Jamie! Please!" My body reacted faster than my mind. I couldn't resist this if I tried. His touch was simply too wonderful, and my longing far too strong. He continued nuzzling my belly, taking little nips and tickling me a bit. He was clearly teasing me and I was getting frustrated.
"Jamie! Please!" I said urgently. He just made some humming noise... then I realized he was purring. He was like a cat lapping milk. He was enjoying lapping at the texture of my skin on my abdomen. My cock felt like it was about to burst.
"Oh, fuck! Jamie, please! Please!" I relented and begged lifting my hips and pushing against him. He deftly pulled at my crotch, pulling loose the buttons on my jeans and peeling them over my hips and down to my ankles. My briefs were all but soaked in my precum. He stripped me of those as well, my ass bare on the scratchy fabric of the car seat.
I fumbled with his pants, my urgency making me clumsy. He pushed them to his knees, and then crawled over me. His leaking cock touched mine and I swear fireworks went off in my head. I stretched back my head, lifted my hips, and moaned gutturally. He moaned softly in my ear and I shuddered. He matched his hipbones to mine and his cock rubbed against mine. I was in ecstasy. Our bodies, slick from sweat, saliva, and precum, slid together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He slowly began to hump me, moving his hips in little circles and my breath caught. I arched my back again and whimpered. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me. I braced my feet on the dashboard and spread my knees as wide as I could. My body spasmed and the wet sounds our bodies made together made me cream even more. Wave after wave of pleasure enveloped me, and I ground my hips hard into his.
He kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth and I thought I might explode right then. I writhed beneath him, the pleasure boiling over and engulfing me. I wanted this. I wanted this so fucking badly and he was making me absolutely crazy. I grabbed the door handle for support and pushed harder, grinding my cock fiercely into his and he moaned loudly in my ear. I could feel his cock twitching and his breath increasing. My left hand moved from where it had been gripping the center divider and slid between us, scooping our combined cream. When my fingers were coated, I used them to part the cheeks of his ass and rub my lubricated fingers down his crack to his asshole. He moaned loudly then and kissed me so hard that I stopped breathing. I found his little rosebud with my fingers and I massaged it with my hand. I briefly wished for a better angle so I could work a finger inside him. He moaned again and swiveled his hips into me. I just about lost it then.
"Oh god, Lucas!" He hissed. I dug my fingers into his hipbones and slammed him into me. The door handle was not giving me enough leverage, so I found the seat belt holder on the seat and held on to that knob for dear life as I arched my back again and pushed against the seat with my foot. Every muscle in my body was straining toward him.
"Oh fuck yeah Jamie, fuck yeah right there oh fuck yeah right there!" The last was said in a harsh whimper as my orgasm slammed into me, my cock erupting everywhere. Jamie howled in my ear as he braced himself against the seat over my head and convulsed, his load shooting all over me. My body pulsed in pure pleasure and I continued whimpering as my orgasm spent itself. He kissed me, gently, tenderly and I stared at him wonderingly. He was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful.
Despite the steam on the windows, it was a little chilly. He found the blanket and shook it out. He'd rolled off me and we were laying together spoon fashion in the front seat. He covered me with the blanket and I snuggled against him not even thinking. I was so drowsy. He wrapped his arm around me; I was so relaxed that I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, though, he was shaking my shoulder.
"Lucas! Lucas! Wake up! The sun will be up soon!"
We scrambled and sure enough, the sky was lightening quickly. We toweled off as best we could and found our shirts. I looked at my watch.
"What time does your mother get home?" He said.
"In about thirty minutes," I replied apprehensively.
"We'd better haul ass then."
He drove us home at a fast, but not illegal, pace. There was literally no traffic to speak of, but it was Sunday morning after all. He pulled into a parking space in front of our complex. I'd spent the return trip gathering my crap and my skates from the back. I began to get out and find my keys, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the breezeway. We stopped in front of my door and I just stared at him. He was hypnotizing me again with those beautiful liquid eyes of his.
"I have to stick around and go to church with my folks later, so I am screwed for the rest of the day. But can I take you to school tomorrow?"
My throat went dry and I nodded my head. He leaned in and kissed me. I mean, really kissed me. I dropped my gear, put my arms around his neck, and returned his kiss. I whimpered when he broke the kiss and ruffled my hair.
"You like that huh?" He gave me a shy smile.
"Hell yes!" I responded and kissed him again. We could have been lost in that kiss had someone upstairs not began banging around.
"Fuck! Better go then," he said, and began to move away reluctantly. I grabbed the front of his t-shirt and dragged him to me. I kissed him fiercely, channeling all of my longing into that one kiss.
"That's to last you until Monday." I said softly. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and I turned my key in the lock, grabbed my gear, and went inside. I staggered to my bed and fell down, instantly asleep.
Post Script: We know, we know! It's been a while since our last post! Sorry about that, both of us have taken on new jobs recently, and we are working far more than we used to. That cuts into time for writing, sex, and a host of other tings. Rest assured, however, that we have not forgotten the story or our fans, and we'll still be posting updates time permitting.
Thanks for everything, Rhys and Jase!