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On Me - Chapter 9
We left LA two hours ago and have
been climbing steadily for the last hour towards David’s cabin in the mountains.
I’ve never been there, but I have good directions, and I have Spike to navigate,
except.…
‘Spike, what have you done to the map?’
‘Me juice was leaking, had to plug the hole.’
I don’t rise to the taunt, because I know he only wants me to stop and buy him
more supplies, and I may have a reputation for being a bit slow, but I’m not
completely stupid.
Although the sex we’ve had in the last few hours has been incredible, I think
that this is just as good. This sitting together, happily, with no misunderstandings,
no anger, no hate. We’ve talked the whole way since leaving the city. Not about
anything momentous, just things we think of, things we want to know about each
other. And this is nice; this is very nice, and this is what I’ve been missing
in my life. This is having my lover and my best friend back in one night, and
that’s pretty good.
He’s endlessly flipping his CDs into the player again, trying to get me to appreciate
his music, patiently explaining why I should like this bit or the other. I play
along, and he knows I’m playing along, and its fun.
‘I like this one,’ I say. Something about ‘dancing’ beats out from the player.
‘Dancing by myself; that’s what I’ve had to do for years.’
I do try to say something intelligent about each track he forces on me.
I give him a withering stare; has he never even heard of the God Billy before?
‘He’s not really DANCING you pillock… it’s something else sad gits have to do
by themselves.’ And I give him my most suggestive leer.
And shit, I think I’ve just gone and ruined the atmosphere, cus Angel don’t
like to be made fun of, and he really don’t like to have the piss taken. Shit,
Spike, why couldn’t you have just let his dumb-arse comment go?
‘Oh. Well, I do that a lot, too.’ And I turn and leer
back at him, and he collapses in fits of laugher, curled up against his door,
clutching his still tender ribs. Then he slowly subsides into small hiccups
of chuckles and, oh, he’s put his hand on my thigh, and he’s rubbing gently
from the outside to the inside, moving ever closer to my cock, which is straining
to meet his hand.
‘Won’t have to wank off ever again, mate. That’s what I’m here for now.’ And,
with that, I lean over his lap and lick his cock through his pants.
‘Shit, Spike! I’m gonna lose control!’
‘That’s sort of the idea, you tosser,’ I finish gleefully.
‘The car, Spike! I’m going to lose control of the car. Ye gods, don’t!’
He’s released my cock and is blowing on the engorged
tip with his icy, so unnecessary breath, and licking it with his chilling tongue.
‘Well, stop then, you pillock, cus I’m not going to,’ and, just to get the point
home, I swallow his entire cock in my mouth and create a vacuum in my cheeks
and suck like I was sucking a thickshake at the golden arches!
I don’t even have time to stop the car; I cum in a huge
spurt straight down his throat. I can’t even close my eyes, as I have to keep
driving. I think I’m screaming and, ohhh, it’s over, and he’s licking me clean
and chuckling at my display of advanced driving skills.
‘I should be in the AA, mate. Helping motorists in distress, yeah, my new calling.’
I cuff him across the back of the head and remove my dick from his mouth, but
I can’t get myself back in with one hand, so I have to let him help, and I DO
NOT BELIEVE IT, he’s starting to gently pull me up and down. ‘NO! Spike! This
must be illegal or something. We’ll get pulled over and arrested.’
And Spike, the master of the withering stare, just looks at me, as he continues
to squeeze and pull.
‘So, two master vampires who probably have a combined body count of over one
thousand, who have plotted to end the world, planned to have humans deep fried
by a frigging blue demon, who have murdered, raped, and tortured their way around
three continents and Watford, are gonna finally be brought to justice cus I’m
pullin’ on your dick in a moving car. But, hey, Angel, I really don’t want to
be responsible for such a heinous crime, and I know you have your redemption
to think of an' all. So, OK, I’ll stop.’
And I do. I turn to face the road, put my feet back up on the dash, and stick
in Rebel Yell at full volume. I’m nothing if not law abiding.
Why do I always let him get to me like this? I am right.
I am law abiding. It’s dangerous to be given a hand job whilst driving. But
now I’m seriously hard and that little shit is sitting there singing along to
some hideous music and, bugger, as usual, I give in.
‘Ok then.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
Oh, you little toe-rag, Spike. I am not going to beg.
Think I’m going to burst.
‘Spike, pleaseee!’
And I don’t even want to extend this game anymore, cus I really want that dick
again. I slide my hand over and… hey, this is really good music to wank the
poof off to! Yeah, Rebel Yell, and Angel’s cock in my hand, way to go Billy!
Ye Gods, he’s matching the beat of the music, and I’m
going to cum again. What about the mess? It’s OK for him… not his car… the leather
seats… just got them clean….
‘Angel! Stop it!’ I know he’s brooding about his friggin seats. As if I’d miss
the opportunity to....
Ahh... his mouth is on me again, and that tips me over
the edge, and I cum and cum in that talented mouth, and he sucks me dry for
the second time this trip.
I tuck him neatly away and give him a little pat for being good, and get down
to some serious music appreciation. This album is fucking ace.
I’m storing up moments like this in my mind. Moments of
us together, stored up for the times when I have to work and leave him, or when
I have to sleep and I can’t take him into my dreams with me. Because this is perfect.
He is perfect. Wonder if I could somehow lose this CD when we get to the cabin?
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