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"Hitching a Ride"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: hard Core NC 17 Warnings: Explicit lemons… lots of them,
exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex in public places, light angst, fluffy
sticky stuff ^_^ Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Duo's car breaks down and he's forced to hitch a ride with a handsome stranger. Payment for said ride is one only the truck driver an dream up. "Hitching a Ride"
Part 1
Being a ‘half-breed’ wasn’t easy for me as I am the only legitimate heir to my father’s extensive empire. There have been many times over the years that I have been forced to fight for my life or be eliminated by those who would see one of my half brothers who are, for the most part, pure bloods take my place. Most, if not all, of these transgressors have met with an untimely end over the years demonstrating my father’s insistence that I, as his first and only legitimate son, succeed him. However, I have no intention of granting his wish. Perhaps it is due to my mother’s blood or maybe some small part of her sweet spirit still resides inside me but I do not and have never subscribed to my father’s ideas. The mere thought of becoming responsible for the things he calls good business made me ill so when it came time for me to begin my ‘training’ in order to one day take his place I did the only thing I could think of to ensure my freedom. I moved to the U.S. and became a truck driver. As odd as that probably seems it made perfect sense. Moving to the states isn’t something he wouldn’t consider in his search to either recover or bury me but the idea that I, a seventeen year old boy from Japan, could successfully become a truck driver in America would be a stretch. It wasn’t an easy feat to accomplish if I am truly honest about it. It took every once of my determination and bitter will to pull it off. Truck drivers can be a surly lot so I’ve been forced to prove my grit in more ways than one. Fighting wasn’t a problem, many years of having to fight or die had taught me the benefits of a well conditioned body and quick reflexes but I was surprised to discover that these guys (and gals in some cases) are some of the hardest working people on the planet. My co-workers quickly shifted from trying to beat me in hand to hand to attempting to work me into the ground but I refused to yield and over time they came to respect my determination. So, now I drive a truck. And this is where my story begins. It was a dark, wet night on I24 when I caught sight of an old, weathered and very dead Chrysler on the shoulder. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see a car abandoned on the side of the road but this one was still smoking, the driver’s door was standing open and there was a figure walking some distance ahead that had me slamming on the breaks before I’d had a chance to consider what a very bad idea it was to pick total strangers up off the side of the road. I’m still not sure if it was the obvious distress of the driver whose car was smoldering and hissing it’s last while they were forced to walk down a lonesome stretch of highway in the pouring rain on which I knew there wasn’t any hope of assistance for at least seventy five miles or the high cropped, incredibly short blue jean shorts that made me stop but I almost jackknifed the truck in my effort to cease any and all forward motion. It hit me as I watched this poor, drenched individual jogging toward the cab, one hand clutching a small bag over a head to which was attached a long rope of a braid from what I could see in the dim running lights of the trailer that I was breaking one of my own carnal rules. I don’t pick people up strictly speaking and had half a mind to put it in gear and just drive on but then the door suddenly opened and in it’s place was the stunning visage of a young man, his chestnut hair dangling in dripping ribbons around his flushed face that just happened to house the most beautiful violet eyes I have ever seen in my life. “Hi!” he smiled tossing his bag on the floor in his preparation to climb in. “Thanks for stopping. I can’t believe my car broke down in this mess.” He paused just before he entered the cab having glanced up to find me gaping like a docked carp. I imagine my expression was somewhere along the lines of hopelessly confused and wanton lust because he blushed and tugged the sopping wet, light blue shirt that was clinging so very seductively to his chest closed and I suddenly saw an opportunity for an out. “You get in you put out,” I told him in no uncertain terms watching with fearful satisfaction as his eyes flashed angrily. “You can’t be serious,” he chuckled uncomfortably but remained on the outside of in. “It’s only fair. I give you a ride, you give me one,” I grinned fairly certain I was going to be spared the torture of having to have him in my cab then my head almost imploded when he sighed and agreed. “Fine,” he said pulling his long, shapely body into my cab and I’m surprised blood didn’t shoot out of my nose. His legs were so long, his waist as thin as any woman’s and that shirt didn’t do shit to cover the hard plains of his chest and back. There was one other thing my father never understood and refused to recognize about me. I am as queer as a three dollar bill and this guy was flipping every switch I had several times over. “Can I warm up first?” he asked shivering in the air conditioned cab but I couldn’t find my voice to answer so I kicked it over to heat and got us on the road. “Thanks,” he mumbled dejectedly picking up his bag but he went as still as the grave when he suddenly had a pistol poking him behind the ear. “Hey, man,” he said very softly. “I said I’d let you do me… you don’t need the gun.” “What’s in the bag?” I wasn’t stupid enough to let him shoot me or something. His eyes lit with comprehension and I was comforted when he relaxed somewhat. “Just my clothes and shit,” he told me. “See?” he said pulling a gallon, zip lock bag out that was filled with clothing. “Empty it,” I told him easing off to lay the gun on the seat beside me but I didn’t put it away. “You don’t trust people easy, do you?” he grumbled but did as he was asked. There was an assortment of candy bar wrappers, one of which still housed half a moldy candy bar, a bottle of water, a small tin filled with odd trinkets and an old bible that looked like it had been printed about a hundred years ago. I thought for a moment maybe he was on a pilgrimage for his church or some such fanciful mission but the fact that he’d so easily agreed to let me fuck him seemed to counter that presumption. “Ok?” he asked after he’d turned the bag inside out and I nodded and replaced my weapon. “Geez,” he sighed pulling the clothes out of the zip lock. “How far to the next town?” he asked beginning to unbutton his wet shirt and I almost ran off the god damn road! “Fuck!” he gasped clinging to the door and seat with wide eyes. “Sorry,” I grunted embarrassed by my lapse of control but once the momentary terror ebbed he laughed. “You really are hard up,” he chuckled. He had no idea. I had never had sex with anyone before, not even the girls my father insisted on ‘gifting’ me with. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to but they had been slaves forced into submission, not willing lovers not to mention I have about as much interest in girls as a three toed sloth. I had no doubt I wouldn’t have any problem nailing this guy with great vigor if given half a chance however, but there was still the regret that he’d only agreed because he needed a ride. I hate to admit it but that was weighing on my mind less and less as he removed his shirt. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him, his body was just so superbly put together it made my mouth water and I didn’t realize I was drooling until I caught the smirk on his lips. “Should I just leave it off?” he smiled inching closer and my sight throbbed with the elevation of my heart rate. “We could start now if you think you can keep us on the road,” he offered slithering up beside me and the next thing I knew his hand was in my lap, his fingers pressing along the ridge of my ever swelling cock while he leaned in and blew hot breath in my ear. “YOU…don’t have to,” I gasped pushing his hand away. His expression fell into something of a pout and I laughed at the irony. I had used the ploy of extorting sex from him and he was offended that I had stopped him from feeling me up? “We had a deal,” he argued as his hand snaked back into my lap and I groaned helplessly under the heat of his intention. “Um… shit.” What was I going to say? “What’s you’re name?” came to mind. “Duo,” he breathed right in my damn ear and I felt the tremor run all the way down the back of my thighs. “Duo,” I repeated swallowing in my attempt to keep my mind on the road. “You really don’t… have to… do that.” Gods, but it felt so fucking good! “It’s not such a bad deal,” he whispered chewing on the lobe of my ear as he echoed my words. “I get a ride… you get to ride me.” My heart rate doubled again when his head fell toward my lap and I felt the button on my pants pop open. “This could work out great,” he softly intoned watching intently as he freed my now fully erect and throbbing cock while I desperately tried to keep us between the yellow lines. I have been driving long enough I don’t need my full attention to maintain but when his mouth enveloped my ripe cock with that incredible heat I almost put us in the ditch. Mercifully, he was unaware having his head in my lap and I smoothly righted the vehicle and clamped down on what little control I had left slowing to an embarrassing speed but there was no way in hell I was going to ask him to stop. It wasn’t long before I had to pull over though, because what he could do with his mouth was demanding my full attention. “Turn this way,” he rasped once I had all the breaks set and I readily obliged turning my hips toward him so he could take me deeper. It felt so fucking good I never wanted it to end, his mouth was so hot, his tongue so very dexterous I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt I would never get a finer blow job. My fingers dug into his hair guiding his movements as I forced my hungry hips to keep the thrusts shallow and let him do the work but as the fervor grew so did my need to hold him, to feel him from the inside and hear those tiny moans escalate into impassioned screams but he had other idea’s and refused to release me until my body shook, my head slammed into the window of my door and I came harder than I ever had before. I thought he would kill me before he finally let me go and discovered when my mind was capable of thought that he’d swallowed every last drop milking me until it had became painful to feel his mouth on my cock and I had forcibly removed him. He came up flushed and smiling and I swallowed hard as I watched him wipe drunkenly at the corner of his mouth. “You taste good,” he told me and I wondered how many times he’d done this before because it was obvious he had no inhibitions. “Fuck,” I rasped hauling my limp ass back into the driver’s seat properly but stopped momentarily stunned when he quipped… “Already?” “Son of a bitch,” I mumbled under my breath but he heard me anyway and grinned. “Finish changing,” I told him righting myself and getting us back on the road again. “All right,” he smiled locating his dry clothes and I felt my lap twitch when he shimmied out of the wet short revealing a very hard, very well formed shaft that jutted proudly from a bed of chestnut curls and I almost swallowed my tongue. “But I think I’d better take care of this first,” he smiled leaning back in his seat as he took matters in hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, his hand moving in firm, steady strokes up and down the prettiest cock I could have ever hoped for. It was perfect, curved just right, not too big or too small. I wondered if he had compared himself to me because I am rather well endowed in that area but he needn’t have felt intimidated at all. I was bigger but he was perfectly proportioned to his body just like everything else about him. His head fell back as his speed increased and I started looking for somewhere to pull over again. It was obvious I wasn’t going to putting a lot of miles behind me on this trip and I silently thanked the maker that my load wasn’t due for three more days. There was plenty of time to turn the little service road we came upon into a make out spot. “Where are we?” he asked distractedly when I pulled off, his head coming up to peer curiously out the window. When he saw what I was doing he laughed softly and laid his head back again resuming his slow, steady stroke and I licked my lips as I watched a bead of glistening pre-cum form on the tip of his cock. “Do you have something?” he asked when I reached for him and turned his long, firm body toward me. I groaned low and deep when he slipped down in the seat and spread his legs but it was time to step this up a little. “Come on,” I told him tugging him through the curtain into the back of the cab where I spent most of my sleeping hours. There is a little fridge, some small cabinets for my personal things, a vid unit and most importantly, a bed back there. He moved so fluently following my every command as I silently guided him to lie on the bed and slipped between his thighs. My mouth found his without thought, my hands eagerly mapping out all the sumptuous curves of his perfect form, each muscle firm and strong, his scent as intoxicating as any wine, his kiss deeply enchanting and I was lost in him before my mouth ever made its way down his stomach. When I took him in he whimpered piteously so enraptured that his back arched and his legs spread and I instinctively spread my saliva down and around his sack until his ass was wet and his body begging as fervently as his throat. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever known and I worked him slowly teasing his opening relentlessly until he was thrusting back into my hand then forward into my mouth and I had no choice but to abide by his wish. I keep a supply of lube for the purpose of self gratification and though I had never actually thought to use it in such a situation I was damn glad I had it because I had every intention of pounding him so hard his teeth would rattle so good lube was a must. I’m not sure if he noticed the change from saliva and pre-cum to lube at first but when my fingers slipped easily inside him I had no doubt he’d figured it out and suddenly he was just fucking on fire. I tried to draw it out, I wanted it to last but there was no denying the need he inspired in me as he begged with body and soul for what I so desperately wanted to give him. “Wait,” he rasped when I rose up and kissed him in preparation of the joining and I suddenly wanted to scream until he panted, “What’s your name?” I laughed, I couldn’t help it. Here we were on the brink of the single most intimate act two people can share and he didn’t even know my name. “Hiiro,” I told him then kissed him and drew a deep breath to stabilized my body as his legs spread wider and he groaned deep and long as I slowly impaled him. It was so fucking hot inside him I thought I’d loose my mind but I couldn’t stop, he was so ready, so willing and so incredibly fuckable I didn’t stop until I was buried as deep inside him as I could possibly get but then his wavering tone softly, piteously intoned… “Hiiro,” and what was left of my control shattered. His back arched hard when I pulled out and slammed back inside him, his body strung so tight I could see every muscle, every tendon that resided under his shimmering, tanned skin. It was fucking amazing, he was so tight and he wanted it so damn bad I couldn’t believe it. He met me blow for blow lifting his hips in an effort to get me deeper inside him, his insistence forcing me to increase the pace steadily as I fucked him so hard we could no longer hear the storm outside. His legs wrapped around me giving him a little extra leverage to force me harder into him and I gripped his hips digging in faster until I felt as though my lungs would burst then all at once he fucking screamed my name and dug his fingers so hard into my arms I cringed but the furious beauty of watching him climax was more than worth it then something inside me shuddered and I was momentarily blinded as I felt my body empty the tumultuous heat inside me into him, each thrust calling forth another rasping cry of my name as I jerkily thrust forward pumping him full, digging deep to lay my seed in his incredible heat. It took a few minutes to catch my breath and even when I did I didn’t want to pull out of him. It felt so good inside him I never wanted to leave but eventually my mind cleared enough to wonder what he thought. “You… all right?” I asked finding my throat too dry for clarity of speech. “That was… incredible,” he panted and I smiled understanding the odd sound of his voice only too well. The fact that questions were forming in my head revealed that my mind was indeed starting to work again and I commented as I pushed my still firm cock deeper inside him grinning as he moaned, “I didn’t know it was really possible to come strictly from anal stimulation.” It struck me after the fact that perhaps it hadn’t been the kindest of comments but I was relieved when he simply smiled cinching his sphincter and making me gasp, “It’s a gift.” “Damn, you’re beautiful,” slipped from my lips before I could think better of it and I wondered where my intelligence had gone but he smiled and let me kiss him so I figured it was ok. The kiss turned into a short make out session that ended with him on all fours while I pounded him senseless and discovered he was capable of multiple orgasms when I found just the right angle and nailed his prostrate relentlessly until he cried. I didn’t come so easily that time however, but he was as eager to continue our explorations as I so when I rolled him over without taking my cock out of him he merely wriggled around compliantly and I proceeded to fuck him six ways till Sunday. There wasn’t a part of his body I hadn’t become intimately familiar with before morning and even then all I wanted to do was shove my cock back inside him and stroke for a decade or two. I was well on my way to yet another smoldering penetration when his stomach decided we should take a break and I suddenly realized that the break was probably going to take forever. The thought that he would leave me when we reached the next town crawled inside me like a can of worms leaving me feeling ill and reluctant to relinquish him but he didn’t seem adverse to one more round so I spend a couple of hours alternately slow fucking and brutally ravaging him until I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and came with him on his third orgasm. “Fuck,” he rasped sounding like a toad in a dry creek bed and I felt bad for having kept him from food and water for so long then his stomach growled again I we both laughed as I finally pulled out of him. “Sorry,” he chuckled somewhat drunkenly. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning,” he revealed distractedly and I got the feeling if he hadn’t just been rode hard I wouldn’t have been privy to that information. “There’s a truck stop about ten miles down the road,” I told him saddened by the reality that I couldn’t put off our separation any longer. “We can get some breakfast there.” The chagrinned expression told me quickly enough he didn’t have the funds and I laughed as I tossed his shorts at him and offered, “My treat.” “You don’t have too…” he began but I cut him off. “I think last night was worth more than a ride,” I chuckled but regretting the teasing when his eyes darkened. “Come on,” I soothed leaning in to draw a slow kiss from his sweet lips. “It’s the least I can do for a weary traveler.” I was surprised by the sudden need that rose up in him and suddenly he had me by the face and was kissing me, drawing me down and begging, “One more time.” That’s when I felt the odd trembling in his arms, it was nothing like the tremor our passion had induced and spoke badly for his state of being. “You’re shaking,” I told him in explanation of my pulling away. “What did you eat yesterday?” I asked suspiciously as I held his hand in mine. “Donut,” he replied sheepishly and though my mind couldn’t miss the fact that he was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen my heart ached to think of him so neglected. “Get dressed,” I told him. “We’re going to fill your belly then we’ll talk about…” I couldn’t help the sly smirk, “…filling your tank.” He laughed mostly because I wanted him to and I left him to get dressed while I got us back on the highway. The morning traffic had already begun but it wasn’t too bad this far out that early so we were soon on our way. It took him awhile before he finally joined me up front and I wondered if I hadn’t hurt him in spite of the ample amounts of lube. I’d fucked him royally several times over and though I pride myself on my good judgment it was possible I had been blinded by passion and misjudged. However, he seemed well enough when he took his seat, his clothes as savory as what he’d been wearing the night before then I noticed that his hair had been combed and freshly braided and regretted not having waited until after he’d taken it down to drive. “What?” he blushed self consciously because I was staring at him. He looked a little different in the morning sunshine; all traces of the rain had disappeared leaving behind the clear, crisp reality of just how stunning he really was. “I didn’t think people like you actually existed,” I told him taking his hand though he offered it only reluctantly and I smiled at the pout on his bottom lip. “It was your idea,” he grumbled and I laughed right out loud. “I was referring to that beautiful smile,” I told him drawing him closer so I could kiss the back of his hand. He relaxed a little and scooted over to sit beside me and I suddenly felt right in the world for the first time in my life. Then his stomach growled again and we both laughed. “We’ll be there in a minute,” I assured him. “Is that it?” he asked when we passed a sign that announced the truck stop. He started to move back into his seat when I nodded but I creased my brow disdainfully and tugged him back not understanding until he glanced self consciously at a passing car and I smiled. “I don’t give a fuck what they think,” I informed him pulling him close again as I asked, “Unless you’d rather not advertise?” “You can fuck me on the damn table if you want,” he chuckled and I had to steel a kiss. It was crude but bold and I got a secret thrill out of the fact that something deep inside me believed him. The comment stuck in my mind making it hard to concentrate
as I maneuvered through the parking lot and found a spot to camp.
The morning was well under weigh so there were people milling about.
I recognized a couple of the faces passing by outside, they were no
one I knew but I’d seen them before and they all knew me because
I sort of stand out among the overweight, aging and redneck crowd
I chose to work along side of. Usually the fact that ten percent of
the population at a truck stop flashes glances of mild familiarity
my way irritates me to the point I avoid them during peek hours but
Duo’s lack of sustenance had forced this mornings errand and
after what he’d said I couldn’t peel my eyes off his bare
thighs long enough to tame the wild fantasies that were running ramped
in my mind. I bet they’d never forget it if I did bend him over
a bar stool and nailed him for the entertainment of the general population. ~ * ~ tbc... |
