Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 21:39:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Elizabeth Svee <e_svee@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mozart vs. The Condom

DISCLAIMER: This story contains sex between two consentual males, if that
offends, disturbs, or you are not legally allowed to view such material,
please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy!  This is my first time publishing on
Nifty, so be kind. Any comments can be sent to me at
e_svee@yahoo.com. Thanks :)

Oh, and please, please, PLEASE donate to Nifty!


Mozart vs. The Condom


"Fuck!" My eyebrows rose in question at Julien's outburst. His grin was
quick and disarming. "I hate déjà vu."

I gazed out, over the steering wheel, to the many trees passing at a
blurring speed. The wind flying by my ears drowned out the sound of birds
and the rush of water from the river no more than ten feet from the tires
of my new pick-up.  Through the windshield, the asphalt wound it's way
through the majestic rise of pine trees that coated the Rocky Mountains.
It's not unusual for one or both of us to have déjà vu; we'd been
down this strip of road so many times. This, however, was the first time
we'd been by ourselves. I was so happy to have him to myself; school had
been somewhat overwhelming, so it's nice to get away.

"We'll be there soon, hon." I rested my hand in it's usual place on his
thigh and sighed when his covered mine.

"Let's stop for a little while, Cal, go for a walk?"

"Oh, no!" I laughed. "Famous last words. They're almost as bad as `We need
to talk,' except this way I could get killed, too."

There was that grin again. "I just want to walk through the forest with my
boyfriend." His eyes on mine, Julien lifted my hand and kissed each of my
fingers with a feather-light touch. "If your body turns up a few miles down
the river, well..."

I was laughing so hard, my eyes closed tight as the feeling enveloped me,
that I almost missed our turn. The narrow road, lined with clumps of
wildflowers, was only three miles from my parent's cottage, where we'd be
staying the weekend.

"We're almost there. We can go for a walk after we unpack." I hate being
the cautious one, but I wanted to get there before nightfall.

Julien shifted until he was right beside me, my arm around his shoulders,
his body pressed firmly against mine. "Can't you compromise?" he coaxed,
inching his fingers up from my knee. "Just a little?" This was whispered in
my ear as his roaming hand cupped me through my jeans.

My hand jerked on the wheel at the combined pleasure from his busy hand and
his equally busy tongue, lapping at my throat, then slowly sucking my
earlobe into his warm, wet mouth.

"Holy shit, Jules!"

Involuntarily, my arm tightened around him, bringing him closer. Shaking my
head to clear the fog, I slowed the truck, coming to a stop behind a thick
stand of spruces. With both hands finally free, I hauled Julien onto my
lap, growing harder with the contact. Locking my lips on his slender
throat, I let my hands roam. Fingers working frantically, I undid the
buttons of his shirt, then groaned in frustration, finding another under
the first.

Julien's hand fisted in my hair, dragged me up to meet his lips. I gladly
accepted, plunging my hands under his white muscle shirt, feeling my way to
his nipples, rubbing until he moaned in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I
lifted both shirts over his head. Mine followed his, landing in a pile on
the dash.God, I love his hands; big and rough, yet slender, artistic. Just
the feel of them on my already sensitive skin nearly sent me over. With our
jeans and boxers carpeting the floorboards, we stretched out across the
seat, sweat-slicked skin slipping seductively as hands explored previously
mapped territory; as tongues wrestled, neither able to pin the other for
very long.

Needing more, I slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses, stopping
here and there to nibble. When I reached my goal, I just stared, drinking
in a sight I knew well.

"Caleb, please!" Julien put a hand on my head, guiding me down.

Obligingly, I took him into my mouth, humming in pleasure. Julien's gasp
wasn't exactly expected, but I smiled around my mouthful, trying to
remember his favorite song. When he started whimpering, I began humming. We
had been together for just over two months but I never thought to do this!
It took all of my willpower, but I pulled away when he started getting
close.

Gasping, Julien opened the glove-box and pulled out the vaseline and one of
the condoms he knew I kept there.  He sat up, beautifully naked, and
crawled up next to me, leaving enough room for us to move around. Long,
slender fingers fumbled with the little foil packet and I couldn't hold
back the giggle.

"Mozart vs. The Condom." But my laughter died on his lips and I gladly lost
myself. I felt everything, yet nothing. I knew when he rolled the condom
into place, but my mind refused to process the fact.

Suddenly, he stopped, drew away, only to throw one leg long over my waist.
He paused and I could feel those bottle green eyes boring into me. He
lowered his lips and his hips at the same time, until I was completely
surrounded by Julien, completely intoxicated by him.

We came together, him shooting into the cramped space between our stomach
as I shot deep inside him.

Twenty minutes later, we were back on the road. Julien's head was resting
on my leg and the soothing sounds of Mozart were resounding in the cab of
my pick-up.

Needless to say, we had a great weekend.

The End