They didn’t look at each other. They looked out the windshield, or they looked down, or they looked in the rearview mirrors, or they looked out the side windows.
They had to stay alert. What they were doing was dangerous.
But when you’re used to people shooting at you, danger tends to become a way of life.
Once a week, Jack and Daniel courted danger.
It had all started one night when they were having a few drinks at the bar nearest to Daniel’s place. An aggressive young woman kept coming on to Daniel, touching him, licking her lips, sending out sexual signals.
Daniel was initially polite to her, which probably was a mistake, since she wouldn’t give up.
Jack, finally, wasn’t.
Jack fucking staked his claim.
The woman looked at him in astonishment, and a bit of fear, and went away.
Jack snarled and ordered another round of drinks.
They never finished them.
They walked out into the deserted parking lot, Jack’s hand on the small of Daniel’s back. When they reached the truck, Daniel twisted Jack around by the shoulders and pressed him up against the door and rammed his tongue down his throat while their erections strained against each other. A burst of noise as the bar’s door opened brought them abruptly back to awareness of their surroundings.
They froze, listening to footsteps going in the opposite direction.
“In the truck,” Jack said harshly.
They climbed in. Jack unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock.
“Here?” Daniel asked, not believing.
“I’m going to come in about two seconds,” Jack answered. “I’d just as soon it’s not while I’m driving.”
“What…?” Daniel looked around.
“Get yours out.” Jack looked around, too. “We can jerk each other off.”
Daniel fumbled his cock out. Jack’s hand covered it and began working it. Daniel quickly reached over for Jack.
A car’s headlights shone in the rearview mirror. “Don’t stop,” Jack growled.
“I wasn’t going to,” Daniel moaned. “I can’t stop.” He increased the pace of his stroking and heard Jack gasp. “You were so hot in there, so fucking hot. Letting her know that nobody gets to have me, because I’m taken, because I’m all yours. I am, Jack. All… all….”
Somehow Daniel managed to keep his hand moving as he came. Car doors slammed somewhere behind them, and Daniel covered his mouth with his free hand as he cried out, shaking from head to toe.
“Talk about hot,” Jack whispered, and Daniel could feel his eyes watching.
He turned his head against the headrest and looked down into the shadows where his hand was working. He licked his lips. “Fuck up into it.”
Jack’s hand left Daniel’s cock and clutched at his thigh. His left hand was gripping the steering wheel. He began pumping his hips.
“Yeah,” Daniel urged.
The bar door opened and people came out.
Jack turned his head to watch them. His hips kept pumping.
“Come on, Jack,” Daniel urged. “Your two seconds are up.”
Jack came with strangled little gasps.
A man walked up to the car parked beside them and unlocked the driver’s side door and climbed in, without ever looking in their direction.
Jack was still coming.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Daniel whispered, shivering.
“Daniel,” Jack responded softly, laying his hand on top of Daniel’s, stilling it. “Jesus. Daniel.”
~~
They did the same thing a few weeks later. Jack parked his truck in the furthest corner of the lot in spite of all the empty spaces closer to the door, and Daniel knew what was going to happen. They managed to get down two drinks, too fast, before racing to the truck.
The following week they parked closer to the door. The week after that they were back in the corner, but it was still light out.
And now it was 7:30 on a Saturday morning, in the parking lot of a supermarket, and they were parked halfway down a row, three rows away from the door, with no one near them yet but a constant and growing parade of shoppers arriving and departing, and Daniel was so excited that he could hardly breathe as he ran his thumb over the slick head of Jack’s cock and Jack stroked him, slowly, slowly….
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Parking, lots
Date: 2008-11-02 08:18 pm (UTC)They had to stay alert. What they were doing was dangerous.
But when you’re used to people shooting at you, danger tends to become a way of life.
Once a week, Jack and Daniel courted danger.
It had all started one night when they were having a few drinks at the bar nearest to Daniel’s place. An aggressive young woman kept coming on to Daniel, touching him, licking her lips, sending out sexual signals.
Daniel was initially polite to her, which probably was a mistake, since she wouldn’t give up.
Jack, finally, wasn’t.
Jack fucking staked his claim.
The woman looked at him in astonishment, and a bit of fear, and went away.
Jack snarled and ordered another round of drinks.
They never finished them.
They walked out into the deserted parking lot, Jack’s hand on the small of Daniel’s back. When they reached the truck, Daniel twisted Jack around by the shoulders and pressed him up against the door and rammed his tongue down his throat while their erections strained against each other. A burst of noise as the bar’s door opened brought them abruptly back to awareness of their surroundings.
They froze, listening to footsteps going in the opposite direction.
“In the truck,” Jack said harshly.
They climbed in. Jack unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock.
“Here?” Daniel asked, not believing.
“I’m going to come in about two seconds,” Jack answered. “I’d just as soon it’s not while I’m driving.”
“What…?” Daniel looked around.
“Get yours out.” Jack looked around, too. “We can jerk each other off.”
Daniel fumbled his cock out. Jack’s hand covered it and began working it. Daniel quickly reached over for Jack.
A car’s headlights shone in the rearview mirror. “Don’t stop,” Jack growled.
“I wasn’t going to,” Daniel moaned. “I can’t stop.” He increased the pace of his stroking and heard Jack gasp. “You were so hot in there, so fucking hot. Letting her know that nobody gets to have me, because I’m taken, because I’m all yours. I am, Jack. All… all….”
Somehow Daniel managed to keep his hand moving as he came. Car doors slammed somewhere behind them, and Daniel covered his mouth with his free hand as he cried out, shaking from head to toe.
“Talk about hot,” Jack whispered, and Daniel could feel his eyes watching.
He turned his head against the headrest and looked down into the shadows where his hand was working. He licked his lips. “Fuck up into it.”
Jack’s hand left Daniel’s cock and clutched at his thigh. His left hand was gripping the steering wheel. He began pumping his hips.
“Yeah,” Daniel urged.
The bar door opened and people came out.
Jack turned his head to watch them. His hips kept pumping.
“Come on, Jack,” Daniel urged. “Your two seconds are up.”
Jack came with strangled little gasps.
A man walked up to the car parked beside them and unlocked the driver’s side door and climbed in, without ever looking in their direction.
Jack was still coming.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Daniel whispered, shivering.
“Daniel,” Jack responded softly, laying his hand on top of Daniel’s, stilling it. “Jesus. Daniel.”
~~
They did the same thing a few weeks later. Jack parked his truck in the furthest corner of the lot in spite of all the empty spaces closer to the door, and Daniel knew what was going to happen. They managed to get down two drinks, too fast, before racing to the truck.
The following week they parked closer to the door. The week after that they were back in the corner, but it was still light out.
And now it was 7:30 on a Saturday morning, in the parking lot of a supermarket, and they were parked halfway down a row, three rows away from the door, with no one near them yet but a constant and growing parade of shoppers arriving and departing, and Daniel was so excited that he could hardly breathe as he ran his thumb over the slick head of Jack’s cock and Jack stroked him, slowly, slowly….