On The Road

by Sean Michael

Kyle was bored. He'd finished two books, checked his email on the laptop, played eighteen games of Tetris and watched "Trainspotting." He'd tried meditating, yoga, counting phone poles through the skylight and biofeedback. The space was huge considering it was in the cab of a truck – a six foot long bed, a little fridge, the tv complete with dvd player, opening up to the two big seats in the front of the cab all a cheerful light beige, but it was still just a little box with only so much a man could do and he’d pretty much done it all.

Fact was, he needed an orgasm.

Kyle looked over at Mike's head, blond hair and a thick, muscled arm all he could see. Bastard was gorgeous, too, blue eyes to go with that blond hair and a body that belied the fact that they both sat on their asses all day as a job. Just thinking about Mike made him hornier. Too bad Mike was determined, driving to wherever they were headed with this load of whatever the fuck it was.

"Time for porn." He popped in "Hot, Hard and Hung" into the dvd player and stretched out on their fold-out. Then he fast-forwarded to the good parts, pulled his cock out of his shorts and proceeded to try and find out how determined his lover was.

"We get a bonus if we get this load to Seattle early." It was thrown out, almost casually, Mike speaking just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the road.

"How big a bonus?" He stroked his cock with long, slow pulls, turning so he could catch a glimpse of blue eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Big enough, Kyle." There was a warning in Mike's tone; he was close to breaking and didn't like it. Didn't like being this close to out of control at all. It was usually worth it to push him all the way over though.

Kyle moaned, hips pushing his cock into one hand, the other hand sliding up into his t-shirt to pinch a nipple. "Big enough..."

"Kyle..." It was growled, low and rough and full of hard promises.

He chuckled, bending one knee, seam of his shorts rubbing his balls. Come on, baby, come here and play. "Yeah? You need me to take the wheel, lover?"

"You aren't going to be in a fit state to take anything." The rig started to gear down.

He relaxed into the blankets, not speeding his strokes. "No? I'm feeling pretty fucking fit, Mike."

"You won't be." It was a promise.

A glance over at the rear view mirror found blue eyes full of heat and want.

"Pretty big claim there, Blondie. Sure you're mouth's not writing checks your body can't cash?" His hand sped, hips rocking.

The truck was slowing fast, Mike pulling them over onto the shoulder. "You sure you wanna poke the bull like that, Kyle?"

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