September 23, 2007

On the Road Snippet from Sean Michael

He was mostly asleep when the rig started gearing down, curled up in the bunk watching some teenager slasher movie he'd found for 99 cents in a discount bin. He'd turned the sound off, knowing the screams would just aggravate the piss out of Mike and had been amusing himself with watching the gore and mutilation to a nice round of Shubert.

They were somewhere in the Midwest -- Kansas? Nebraska? -- somewhere north enough where nights meant damned chilly, but south enough where it didn't mean slick weather. They were making good time, hell, Mike hadn't bitched much at all lately about missing runs. Had even turned one or two a month down so they could relax, sleep in, fuck like bunnies.

"You okay, Mike? Stopping for a bite to eat?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, but it's getting close to the witching hour and we've got a corn maze dead ahead.  Thought we could give it a go."

"Oh, cool." Right, Halloween. Duh. He grinned and tugged on a pair of sweats. "Sounds eerie. You gonna protect me from the ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggity beasties?"

Mike chuckled.  "Long-leggity beasties?  Ah, no -- I was counting on you to protect *me*."

"Fuck, we're in trouble, babe." Their laughter filled the cab and he slid into the passenger seat, dressed and ready.

Mike got the rig settled into the parking lot.  It was late enough that the place was almost deserted, the guy at the ticket table groaning as they walked up.

"You don't need to stick around for us," Mike told him.  "Go on home."

"Dude, you promise you won't fuck anything up in there?" The pimply-faced guy looked desperate to be gone, Kyle figured he had some Halloweening of his own to do.

Mike slipped the kid an extra twenty.  "It'll still be standing when you get back tomorrow."

"Wicked! Cool!" The kid was up and gone in a heartbeat, leaving them alone in a cloud of Chevy Impala dust.

Mike chuckled and turned out the light at the table, taking his hand and leading him in.  Without any illumination other than the moon, the rustling stalks took on monstrous shapes.

"Spooky." He chuckled, leaning against Mike when the leaves brushed his skin. "Spooooooooooooky."

Mike chuckled and slid an arm around his waist, fingers curling around one of his belt loops.  "Mock all you want, these places used to scare the hell out of me when I was a kid."

"Yeah? I've never been in one." He leaned his head against Mike's shoulder. "I can see why, though."

They walked along for awhile, coming across a couple of dead ends and having to backtrack.  In no time at all they were hopelessly lost.

Kyle chuckled. "No wonder you were scared of these as a kid. You'd get lost and miss supper.

Mike pushed him with a mock growl. 

He laughed and darted forward. "Going to catch me?"

"No, K -- you're going to catch me!"  With that Mike took off, running around a corner and disappearing from sight.

Kyle sped forward, always just a bit behind Mike. It was inevitable that he'd take a wrong turn or five and suddenly he was more than lost, he was lost and alone. Shit.

"Mike? I've lost you, babe!"

The only sound was the rustling of the corn, like a cross between plastic or paper rustling.

Oh yeah, *that* was fucking comforting.

He wandered for a few minutes, calling out for Mike. When he got no answer, he figured Mike was fucking with him and he was going to get himself jumped.

Either that or the evil, hockey-masked axe-murder had gotten him.

A soft sound caught his attention, a slow dragging sound.

"I swear, Mike, if you're sneaking up on me, I'm going to beat you to death. With a corn cob."  Fuck, he had the serious heebie-jeebies.

"There you are!"  Mike suddenly appeared out of the shadows ahead of him, not behind him where the sound was.

"Babe!" He jumped forward, slamming into Mike. "Fuck! I thought you were behind me. I heard something."

Mike chuckled, staggering a little under his weight. "Don't tell me you're scared, K."

"Scared? No. Wigged out? Fuck, yes!"

"Then there's only one more thing needed for a perfect Halloween."

"Oh? What's that? Rubber mask? Candy? Bobbing for apples?" He wrapped his arms around Mike's waist, holding on.

Mike's arms came around him.  "Making out in the corn maze."

Mike's lips covered his own, kissing him hard and deep.

"Oh... Oh fuck, yeah." He tugged their bodies together, lips parting with a moan.

"Yeah," Mike murmured before pushing his tongue deep.  Mike's cock was hard, hot even through their sweats.

He reached down, cupping the hard bulge, fingers tickling against the heavy balls. It felt illicit, wicked, necking outside, in the wind.

Mike half purred half growled for him, hips pushing closer as Mike's hands grabbed his ass.

He pressed back against Mike's hands, rubbing his ass in circles. Offering.

Mike nipped at his bottom lip.  "You're not careful, you're going to find yourself fucked over one a couple of bales."

He nipped right back. "If I'm not encouraging, I might not."

Mike laughed and grabbed him, pulling him around another corner and pushing him over the stack of bales set out as a bench.

"My, aren't these handy?" He was laughing, fear dissolved in passion.

"They're for little old ladies to sit on when the maze becomes too much," Mike murmured, hands sliding along his ass and beneath his sweats.

"Wait up," Mike ordered when he went to pull down his pants.  A moment later Mike draped a sweatshirt across the top bale.  "We wouldn't want you to scratch anything needlessly."

"No, that doesn't need to be scoured, thanks." He finished sliding off his sweatpants, shivering. "Damn, babe, it's chilly out here."

"I'll warm you up, lover."

Mike pulled his own sweats down to his thighs, cock hard.

"Good. Yes. God, you look..." He reached out, pumping Mike's cock, bending to lap quickly at the tip.

Mike groaned.  "Shit, K.  's good."

"Yeah. Fucking good, babe." He sucked Mike in, getting him ready, getting him wet.

"Oh yeah..."  Mike's hands slid into his hair, hips starting to move.

He opened wide, sucking and swallowing around the heavy cock, pulling Mike's flavour into his mouth.

"K, you keep this up... I'm gonna come."

He stopped, backed up. "In me."

Mike groaned, but nodded, hands on his ass, helping him turn.  He'd hardly gotten into position when that thick cock pushed at his hole, Mike's hands hard on his hips, pulling him back onto Mike's cock.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, babe. Yeah." He groaned, pushing back, nodding as the thick heat filled him.

Mike growled, one hand sliding up and down along his spine, the other still on his hip, guiding, pulling him back every time Mike thrust into him.

His hands gripped the hay, using it to angle himself back, to ride Mike's cock. Fuck, it was good. Hot. Hard. Mike. Fuck.

"Fuck, K."  Mike pounded into him, working his ass hard.

"Yeah, babe." He leaned farther down, gasping as the angle changed and sparks flashed behind his eyes. "Oh, shit. There!"

Mike grunted and grabbed his hips in both hands, holding him in place as the pounding continued, now with an explosion every time Mike's cock slid over his gland.
His cries got louder, longer, needier, his balls and cock aching and throbbing.
Finally, one of Mike's hands slid around, circling his cock and pulling in time with each hard thrust into his body.

Mike was silent but for soft gasps.

His head shot up, eyes wide, Mike's name thrown from his lips as he came, bucking on that sweet cock.

"Fuck, yeah, K.  Good."

Mike kept pushing into him, pulling aftershocks and shudders out of him.  Then his lover was jerking into him gracelessly, coming with a low grunt.

Kyle shuddered, shivering as the wind blew over his skin. Yeah, good. So fucking good.

Mike collapsed against him, heavy and warm on his back.  "Trick or treat, K."

"Oh, you're a fucking treat, babe. No question." He chuckled, rubbing his back against Mike's chest.

Mike chuckled and then groaned a little as his cock slid free.  "Now if only we could teleport directly to the truck -- that would be a good trick."

"Damned straight. Hell, can we *find* the truck?" He wasn't sure he wanted to sleep out on the hay.

Mike chuckled and stood up, pulling up his pants.  "Get your sweats back on and I'll show you another little trick."

He stood with a grin, groaning as he bent for his sweats. "You're full of tricks tonight, Mister."

"It's Halloween!"

Mike grabbed his hand and pulled him toward one of the walls, a clear dead end.

"Mike?" He chuckled, following and laughing behind his lover.

Mike grinned at him and kept walking toward the fucking corn stalk wall of the maze and suddenly he walked through it, only not.  They went right and exited out onto the outside of the maze, about halfway up one side.  "It's impossible to get stuck in a corn maze."

He laughed, nudging Mike with his shoulder. "It was fun as fuck pretending though, yeah?"

Mike's arm slipped back around his waist.  "Yeah.  It was."

He grinned, more relaxed and happier than he'd been in years. The big gruff bastard was damned good for him.

"There is a catch though," Mike told him.

"What's that, babe?"

"You're going to have to pick up the rest of my shift, K -- I'm beat."

Kyle arched an eyebrow. "Oh, you'll just *think* those maze used to be scary when your pissed-off, over-worked lover comes after your cute ass with a tire iron."

"You *know* I can't drive after we fuck like that."

"Yeah, and if I'd pulled us up in here, you'd have my sympathy." He shook his head, pinching Mike's butt. "We'll take a nap together and then I'll pick up some miles."

Mike yelped and laughed.  "Can we fuck again after the nap?"

"Yeah, I think we could manage that." He winked. "If you manage to stay awake."

Mike pulled him in for a steamy kiss.  "Given the right incentive, I can stay awake."

"Good to know." He stole another kiss, pressing close, shivering as the wind picked up. "Happy Halloween. Come nap with me."

"Yeah.  Happy Halloween."

Mike unlocked the truck and climbed up ahead of him, giving him an great view of his lover's fine ass.

He stood and admired for a second, then the corn rustled behind him and he hopped into the cab, locking the door behind him.

Just in case.

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