Strangers in Red, by cmar and germankitty, Jason/Tommy, Wes/Eric, Jason/Eric
Title: Strangers in Red
Chapter: Under the Boardwalk
Authors: cmar and germankitty
Relationships: Jason/Tommy, Wes/Eric, Jason/Eric
Rating: R
Warning: Strong sexuality, language
Tommy listened to Jason without interruption, although it nearly killed him not to ask the million-and-one questions whirling in his mind. Jason visiting a gay bar, picking up - or getting picked up by, it didn't matter which - a virtual stranger, deciding to have sex with him … it just didn't compute. It seemed as if he'd have to do some serious rearranging of the perceptions he'd had of his best friend and lover until tonight.
That would have to wait for another day, though. He could clearly sense that Jason wasn't yet finished, that there was something else bothering him - and it most likely had to do with Eric. -I don't think it's so much the fact that one of his former partners has shown up again … no, it must be something else. Only, what? Did he get hurt somehow? Not physically; Jase could always take care of himself. But otherwise? I gotta know.-
First, though, Tommy needed to reassure Jason that he didn't condemn him for going to a gay bar - and remembering a little detail about the place showed him a way he'd hoped would help. Tommy forced a snicker that sounded almost natural.
"Forgive me, but … there really is a club that has exactly the name of the gay biker hangout in all those old 'Police Academy' movies? Where the fall guys always ended up?" he asked.
Jason's slightly hurt look over his reaction was slowly replaced by reluctant amusement. "Um, yeah," he nodded. "Man, I never made the connection until just now. No wonder the name seemed kinda familiar; it's why I chose the Blue Oyster Club over another."
"But you didn't tango - or did you?" Tommy grinned, more easily now. To his relief, Jason laughed.
"Not on your life!" Abruptly, he sobered again and looked aside. "Not on the dance floor, anyway. Once we left, though …"
There would've followed a different kind of dance, Tommy knew. And he suspected there to be the reason for Jason's reluctance to see Eric again. -Shit. I don't know how he managed to work with Eric during our mission and not betray a single thing. I knew he has good control, but over something like this?-
He draped one arm comfortably across Jason's middle and drew him closer, until their bodies touched full-length. The skin-on-skin contact was reassuring, and Tommy found the strength to ask what he must.
"What happened next?"
The gratitude washing over Jason's face showed him he'd said the right thing. With a sigh, Jason continued.
---
Once outside the bar, Jason and Eric stopped at the curb and looked at each other. It was too dark to see properly, but Jason was pleased to hear a suppressed eagerness to match his own in Eric's voice.
"So, any suggestions where we could go celebrate?"
For an instant, Jason wondered whether they shouldn't just take their horny selves to the alley behind the Blue Oyster Club, but he rejected the idea almost right away. -Too public, and that'd be taking 'casual recreation' way too far. I'm about to have sex with a guy I've never seen before in my life; no need to make it any more clichéd than this already is!- Suddenly, the situation struck him as more than slightly unreal. Here he was, Jason Lee Scott, bisexual, an ex-Ranger and future teacher, for cripes' sake, planning to get up close and very personal with an ex-military guy he'd met at a gay bar only hours ago. It boggled the mind.
It was also exciting as hell.
He gulped down a threatening panic attack. "The waterfront is not too far down that way," he pointed. "There's a parking lot close to the beach; it should be more or less deserted this time of night …" Jason knew his quickened breath betrayed his excitement, but the tightness in his jeans was too demanding. He wanted what Eric was offering him, and he wanted it now!
"Sounds perfect," Eric murmured. "Let's go." He reached into his pocket and dangled his car keys invitingly. "My car, or yours?"
Jason shook his head. "Don't have one; besides, I walked here."
"A California guy who knows how to walk? Wow," Eric jibed. "Didn't know such a critter existed."
Jason snorted. Maybe if his parents were wealthier he might own a car, but as long as he couldn't afford to buy one himself, he'd make do with his trusty motorcycle. "Yeah, well, I was planning on having a drink or two anyway, and no way am I risking a DUI citation," he retorted just a tad sharply. "Are you sure you're safe to drive?"
It was a valid concern; Eric had matched him drink for drink.
"First of all, I know my exact capacity and yeah, I'm still good," Eric said after a slight pause. "Believe me, I don't want to report to my new boss with a citation, either. After we started, um, talking, I switched to non-alcoholic; hadn't you noticed?"
Jason shook his head, relieved. "Nah. I don't drink beer, so I didn't pay much attention to the brew you had. Okay."
Eric nodded, accepting the explanation. "Right. So, shall we?" He jiggled his keys again.
- Oh boy. Crunch time - am I really agreeing to having gay sex with a stranger?- The question popped unbidden into Jason's mind, but he answered himself right away. -A hot stranger who seems decent enough - and who is looking better by the minute. Shit, it's my birthday; I wanted to live on the edge tonight, so … why not ?- Deciding that if he really wanted to be reckless just this once there was no sense in stopping halfway, Jason shrugged.
"Sure, what the hell." He waited until Eric had unlocked the doors, then climbed into the no longer new, but well-kept and neat car.
Eric crossed to the driver's side, got behind the wheel and buckled up. As soon as the interior light switched off, the atmosphere between the two men seemed to charge up even more with sexual tension, and Jason felt his mouth go dry with anticipation of … something.
-Nerves. Danger. Sex.-
He liked the feeling.
The engine started with a small cough, and Eric asked quietly, "Which way?"
Closing his eyes for just a second, hoping one last time he wasn't about to make a big mistake, Jason collected his wits with an effort. "Down two blocks, take a left, then hang a right at the third traffic light," he instructed.
Neither man spoke as Eric eased the car into the sparse nighttime traffic. As soon as he'd taken the right turn, they could already see the glint of water maybe half a mile ahead.
"Once you reach the street parallel to the beach, go left again; the parking lot is a couple dozen yards down," Jason directed next. His heart was beating a mile a minute the closer they came to their destination, and it took every bit of control he had not to squirm in order to ease his nerves … as well as the throbbing between his legs. A covert glance towards Eric's lap showed a promising bulge there, too, and he hid a triumphant grin. -Good, I'm not the only one who can hardly wait!-
The parking lot was indeed blessedly empty. Eric guided his vehicle to the far end, as much out of view of the nearest house and the lone street light's reach as possible, yet still took care to park correctly. "Better not give anyone a reason to come for a closer look," he explained in reply to Jason's amused chuckle
"Makes sense," Jason nodded, and had to swallow as Eric turned off the engine and unhooked his seat belt. Hoping the sudden clumsiness of his fingers wasn't too noticeable, he followed suit. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see that Eric had turned towards him and draped an arm across the seat's back. The black eyes glittered.
"Last chance, Jason," Eric murmured. "If you want to back out after all, tell me now, and no hard feelings. If you don't …"
Feeling as if he'd just reached the edge of a high cliff, Jason barely hesitated. Returning the heated look with one of his own, he chose to step into the chasm before him.
"You'll do what?" he asked huskily, with more than just a hint of provocation.
Eric's smile turned predatory, and he raised his free hand towards Jason's neck. Fingers curled against the strong column, just below the ear, and he slowly dragged his thumb against Jason's lower lip, testing the moist inside. "How about this?"
-Two can play that game, buster!- "It's a start," Jason rasped, and let his tongue flick against the calloused pad of flesh. Eric's breath hitched, and his hand tightened. Jason could feel his own pulse hammering against the pressure of fingertips, but didn't care. "Is that all you're gonna do?"
"You're playing with fire," Eric warned, moving closer.
With a slow, wolfish smile of his own, Jason leaned sideways and forward so that his shoulder was braced against the seat. The movement brought his head within inches of Eric's mouth. "Maybe I like it hot-" The rest of his reply was smothered by hard lips as Eric kissed him with a low growl of desire and he plummeted off the cliff's edge straight into sheer lust.
---
The two kissed until they were breathless and then some more; tongues thrusting and teasing, tasting and exploring, claiming and demanding. Their hands weren't idle, either; in a frenzy of movement, they shucked jackets, grasped shoulders and kneaded muscular backs. Jason gasped with pleasure as Eric succeeded in tugging his shirt from his belt and slipped one hand underneath to his bare skin. In turn, he grabbed a fold of t-shirt and pulled upwards until he, too could touch Eric's chest without a barrier of cloth.
More kisses, more frantic roaming, until Eric dropped one hand to Jason's crotch and squeezed the hard ridge straining against the denim. With a low moan, Jason thrust into his grip and hissed in anticipation as Eric groped for his fly. He couldn't wait until those strong fingers would close around his throbbing flesh! He'd have reached for his partner as well if their cramped positions hadn't prevented it, but the steering wheel was seriously hindering their movements. His belt buckle rattled as it was undone, he could feel the brass button pop out of its hole; then Eric took hold of the zipper tab and began to work it downwards. Panting, Jason let his head fall back against the window as he tried to give Eric more room, but froze when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of headlights coasting onto the parking lot.
"Shit! Stop," he hissed, his voice growing more urgent as he recognized the black-and-white paint job - and a row of lights on the approaching vehicle's roof. He grabbed Eric's wrist. "Eric, it's the cops!"
Yanked abruptly out of a lustful haze, Eric glanced over his shoulder, saw the truth of Jason's words and fell back with a sharp curse. "Fuck it!"
Jason scrambled to rearrange his clothes. "You wish," he grinned cheekily, adrenaline and frustrated desire making him lightheaded. He chuckled at the outraged glare Eric sent his way as he also scooted back into a more decorous position and hastily ordered his clothing. "Relax; they haven't caught us."
"Just barely," Eric grumbled. "What the hell are the cops doing here this time of night, anyway?"
"Beats me," Jason murmured, fastening the last buttons. No time for the belt; luckily, his shirttails would cover that.
A uniformed policeman was approaching them, flashlight in hand. He knocked on the car roof once, and with a sigh Eric rolled down his window. "Yes, Officer?"
"Is everything okay here?"
"Sure," Eric shrugged. "Why?"
Jason nudged him sharply with his elbow. "Be nice, coz," he muttered, just loud enough that the policeman could hear. Then he leaned forward with a polite smile. "My cousin and I were just looking for a quiet place to talk, Officer," he fibbed smoothly. "And this parking lot seemed kinda ideal for a serious discussion …"
"Don't you have anyplace else to talk this time of night?" the cop asked suspiciously, his eyes darting from one face to the other. "Like, at home?"
Jason shrugged eloquently. "Wish we could," he said. "But our mothers … not to mention the rest of the family … it's our Aunt Edna's seventy-fifth birthday," he added with an ingenuous grin. "Everybody is at the house. You know how that is, don't you?"
To his relief, the cop grinned back. "Do I ever," he said, hesitated for a moment, then flicked off his torch. "Okay. Everything's fine, Joe," he called to his partner in the patrol car, who waved in recognition. Turning back to Jason and Eric, the officer looked at them sternly. "Still, I suggest you two take your 'discussion' elsewhere," he admonished them. "This area isn't all that safe at night, and you don't want to alarm the neighborhood watch, do you?"
"No, of course not. Sorry, sir," Eric murmured. Jason nearly snickered out loud at the suppressed frustration he could detect in his voice. "Guess we didn't think."
"Well, see that you do next time. On your way, then." The cop went back to the patrol car, but stood waiting at the door until Eric started the engine and slowly drove off. Only then did he climb back in. Watching in the rear view mirror, Jason heaved a sigh of relief as the police car went off in the opposite direction.
---
"Whew. That was close."
"Yeah," Eric grunted, then slanted a quizzical look at his companion. "Aunt Edna? Cousins?"
Jason grinned. "Well, it was the only thing I could think of off the cuff, and I figured we just might look enough alike in the dark to be related," he shrugged. Which was true; they were both dark-eyed, dark-haired, of similar body type ... at night, seated in a car as they were, they could claim a faint resemblance.
Grudgingly, Eric agreed. "I guess."
"He bought it, anyway." Of course, they'd been lucky the officer hadn't asked for IDs, but Jason wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Apparently, neither was Eric.
"That he did. Only, where to now?" He took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Jason's thigh. "I usually finish what I start," he murmured, pressing down and skimming his fingers against Jason's barely-diminished erection. Jason shuddered, then forced himself to ignore the exciting pressure as best he could and took stock of their surroundings. They were following the shoreline, and right ahead of them was a small open area with a gazebo and benches grouped around flower beds. There also was a row of parking spaces. He touched Eric's arm.
"See those parking meters? Pull over, they're free at night."
"Okay." Smoothly, Eric parked his car once more and killed the engine. "Now what?"
Jason unbuckled and opened his door. "Now, we walk." He slid out of the car and let the door fall shut behind him. "C'mon already," he urged, new excitement in his low voice.
Slowly Eric followed suit. "Walk where?" he asked, locking up.
Jason gestured across the street towards the beach. "Down that way."
Eric's gaze followed his outstretched arm to where a dark structure was silhouetted against the lapping waves. There were no lights shining on the sand, and beneath the structure the shadows were deep and inviting. A slow, understanding smile formed around his mouth. "Under the boardwalk?" he guessed.
"Yep," Jason replied. "Unless you think it's too cold out here."
Spring was still a few weeks away, but the chill of winter had already left the air. Eric's smile widened into the beginnings of a leer. "It's warm enough, and I think we can make it feel even hotter … don't you?"
"Oh yeah," Jason smirked back, raking his eyes once more over Eric's body. "Lots hotter."
"Thought so." Eric gestured for him to take the lead, and together they crossed the street to the beach. Climbing over the low wall bordering the sidewalk, they trudged through the shifting sand until they reached the more firmly-packed tidal line. The soft crunch under their feet seemed loud in the stillness of the night as they walked towards the shadow cast by the boardwalk and turned their backs to the city's lights.
Jason stopped at one of the main beams, a massive pole of wood that looked ideal to lean against and had the added advantage of at least partially preventing anyone from seeing them. Of course, he and Eric were both dressed in dark shades of blue, black and grey; it was unlikely that a casual passerby would notice them. There was just enough light that they could see each other; the air down here held a moist, salty tang and the structure's struts and supports loomed blackly against the ocean. Jason had trouble smothering a nervous titter.
-Jesus. Phallic symbols, anyone?- A thought that wasn't funny enough to share; besides, it brought back the urgency he'd experienced in the car earlier. A rush of blood to his groin followed right along, and he laid a hand on Eric's arm.
"How about we stay here?" he murmured, running his thumb against the inside of the other's elbow.
Eric nodded curtly. "About time," he growled, then softened it with a lazy smile as he faced Jason who was already yea-close to fidgeting. For the moment, though, he kept his distance. Jason watched intently as Eric let his eyes wander from his hair all the way down to his boots, lingering on the way at his mouth, chest and stomach and longest on his hips before sweeping upwards again.
To Jason, it felt as if he'd just been stripped naked by that heated gaze. It both fired his blood and sent a chill down his spine. He wanted more than just looks, he wanted to be touched in every spot Eric had just surveyed, wanted Eric's hands and lips and tongue taking that same leisurely journey all over his body. Then he wanted to do the same to him until they both reached their ultimate destination - the hot, moist cavern that was the other's mouth, waiting to be filled by silk-skinned steel and salty liquid.
"What are we waiting for then?" he asked, almost trembling with need and anticipation. Jason braced his back against the beam and spread his legs slightly, boldly licking his lips as if he could already taste what was to come. "Let's finish." It was an offer nearly impossible to refuse.
Eric certainly seemed unable to. He hissed sharply and took that last step separating them, close enough that their bodies came almost immediately into full contact. Jason moaned as their hips ground against each others', their erections chafing beneath the four-fold barrier of cotton briefs and denim. He slipped his hands around Eric's back, delving once more under the tight t-shirt to feel smooth, warm skin. Eric fumbled impatiently with the row of buttons on Jason's shirt and managed to push the fabric aside without ripping off more than a couple of buttons.
Jason moaned quietly as the soft nighttime breeze caressed his exposed chest, then more loudly when experienced hands slid across his heated skin, skimming his pecs and abs until hard fingers came to a stop on his nipples and pinched.
"Shit, yes!"
"You like that, huh?"
"Yeah …" His next moan was smothered by a demanding kiss, Eric's tongue thrusting into his mouth and tangling with his own until they were both breathing hard. His eyes drifted shut in a lustful daze when Eric started to kiss, lick and nip his way down his throat and twisted his nipples roughly, stopping just short of hurting him. Suddenly desperate to take a more active part, Jason slid a hand from the smooth-muscled back to Eric's belt, wiggling until he could get past the leather and denim to the tight buttocks underneath. He took a firm hold on the warm skin, pulling Eric's hips against his own and they both instinctively bucked against each other.
Twin groans rose from both men, and Eric chuckled. "Oh yeah, like that. Come on …"
"Shut up," Jason rasped, his deep voice made hoarse by desire. "Can't you do anything better with your mouth than talk?" He went nearly dizzy at the thought of having those knowing lips close around him.
"Smartass," Eric muttered, but obliged with yet another hard, wet kiss.
The two were working each other into a frenzy as they continued to kiss, lick, squeeze, thrust and writhe. Eric was intent on opening Jason's fly again while Jason tried simultaneously to slide his trapped hand from the back of Eric's jeans to the front, to finally hold the hard length he knew was waiting there for his touch, when suddenly a clatter of steps on the planks right above their heads made them freeze.
A smattering of youthful voices wafted down to them, and with a groan of frustration Jason slumped back against the wooden pillar.
"Shit. I can't believe it!" He slanted a glance at Eric, who was cursing under his breath. The furious glare he sent upwards to where the voices were still coming from was almost enough to send Jason into uncontrollable giggles if he hadn't shared the sentiment.
"What is it with this town and interruptions, anyway?" Eric demanded to know. "Can't a guy get laid in peace around here?"
Jason did laugh at that, albeit quietly; he didn't want to risk being overheard and have someone come investigate. "Guess not tonight," he murmured. "At least not in the great wide open."
"Well, fuck!"
"Couldn't agree more," Jason grinned, regaining his equilibrium as he felt his erection slowly subside. "Damn, we need a room with a door we can lock behind us if we ever want to finish this." Regretfully, he brushed across Eric's crotch as he withdrew his hand from his jeans. "And I do want to finish," he said, taking hold of Eric's head and drawing him into a slow, sensual kiss. When he was done, he licked teasingly across the narrow mouth.
"Don't you have a hotel room we can use?"
Eric stilled, his eyes taking on an expression Jason couldn't read in the faint light, then it was chased away by a rueful smile. "Yeah, but … I'd rather not go there," he murmured.
"Why not? Right now, the idea of getting naked and sweaty with you on a nice, wide double bed, with a shower nearby, is almost as much of a turn-on as what we were doing just now," Jason urged persuasively. "Besides, we wouldn't risk getting sand in places we don't want."
Much to his disappointment, Eric shook his head.
"Only if you're in the mood to hear the guy next door snoring loud enough to wake the dead," he said lightly. "Took me ages to fall asleep last night over the racket he's making; if I hadn't been so tired when I came here late yesterday …" he let his voice trail off and shrugged expressively. "The walls between the rooms can't be much thicker than paper, and if we happen to get noisy … sorry, but I prefer not to have an audience, even if it's just someone able to listen in from another room."
"Um, no," Jason agreed, blushing despite himself at the thought and hoping that Eric wouldn't notice. "Me neither."
Eric was listening to the babble of voices from above. It had moved further out to the end of the boardwalk, but was still audible. "Sounds like a bunch of high school kids out to sneak a six-pack," he muttered. "Damn."
"Which means they likely won't be leaving anytime soon," Jason sighed, finally letting go of Eric. Reluctantly, he began to fasten his clothes.
"Which also leaves our hard-ons raring to go and no place to go to," Eric growled as he followed suit. "Shit. This isn't what I'd planned for tonight."
"Uh huh," Jason agreed absently, and Eric glanced at him quizzically.
"What?"
Jason met his eyes with a look that held a mixture of shyness, lust and determination.
"I just may know a place," he murmured. "It's private, can be locked and has a shower and bed - if a smallish twin is good enough."
"Hell, it's not as if I plan to actually sleep on the thing," Eric smirked. "Do you?"
"No," Jason answered, feeling his pulse quicken again as the heat between them flared up once more.
"So, where is it?"
For a second, Jason hesitated. He'd never done this before, the rules said he shouldn't, but he knew hardly anybody in the house heeded that particular rule anyway, so … with a deep breath he made his offer.
"My dorm room. It's only a fifteen-minute drive from the harbor, my roommate said he was going out tonight, so … if it's okay with you, we could go there."
Eric looked at him steadily for long moments that seemed like an eternity to Jason, then nodded his assent at last. "Sounds fine by me."
"Okay," Jason murmured, decision made. He pushed himself away from the strut he was still leaning against and found himself caught in a tight embrace. Surprised, his eyes flew to Eric's.
"Just so you don't forget what's waiting for you," the older man murmured and kissed him hard, at the same time pressing one hand firmly against his crotch. Jason felt himself grow erect once more within a heartbeat.
He kissed Eric back and slipped in a grope of his own, his eagerness returning with a vengeance. "Right. Ditto," he gasped as his mouth was released from the thrusting tongue. They stared at each other for what seemed like a small eternity before letting go.
"So what are we waiting for?" Eric demanded with glittering eyes.
"Nothing. Come on." Determinedly, Jason stepped away from the temptation to finish things -Right here, right now and damn the consequences!- and led Eric back to the car.
TBC...
List of 22: Losing Control
Chapter: Under the Boardwalk
Authors: cmar and germankitty
Relationships: Jason/Tommy, Wes/Eric, Jason/Eric
Rating: R
Warning: Strong sexuality, language
Tommy listened to Jason without interruption, although it nearly killed him not to ask the million-and-one questions whirling in his mind. Jason visiting a gay bar, picking up - or getting picked up by, it didn't matter which - a virtual stranger, deciding to have sex with him … it just didn't compute. It seemed as if he'd have to do some serious rearranging of the perceptions he'd had of his best friend and lover until tonight.
That would have to wait for another day, though. He could clearly sense that Jason wasn't yet finished, that there was something else bothering him - and it most likely had to do with Eric. -I don't think it's so much the fact that one of his former partners has shown up again … no, it must be something else. Only, what? Did he get hurt somehow? Not physically; Jase could always take care of himself. But otherwise? I gotta know.-
First, though, Tommy needed to reassure Jason that he didn't condemn him for going to a gay bar - and remembering a little detail about the place showed him a way he'd hoped would help. Tommy forced a snicker that sounded almost natural.
"Forgive me, but … there really is a club that has exactly the name of the gay biker hangout in all those old 'Police Academy' movies? Where the fall guys always ended up?" he asked.
Jason's slightly hurt look over his reaction was slowly replaced by reluctant amusement. "Um, yeah," he nodded. "Man, I never made the connection until just now. No wonder the name seemed kinda familiar; it's why I chose the Blue Oyster Club over another."
"But you didn't tango - or did you?" Tommy grinned, more easily now. To his relief, Jason laughed.
"Not on your life!" Abruptly, he sobered again and looked aside. "Not on the dance floor, anyway. Once we left, though …"
There would've followed a different kind of dance, Tommy knew. And he suspected there to be the reason for Jason's reluctance to see Eric again. -Shit. I don't know how he managed to work with Eric during our mission and not betray a single thing. I knew he has good control, but over something like this?-
He draped one arm comfortably across Jason's middle and drew him closer, until their bodies touched full-length. The skin-on-skin contact was reassuring, and Tommy found the strength to ask what he must.
"What happened next?"
The gratitude washing over Jason's face showed him he'd said the right thing. With a sigh, Jason continued.
---
Once outside the bar, Jason and Eric stopped at the curb and looked at each other. It was too dark to see properly, but Jason was pleased to hear a suppressed eagerness to match his own in Eric's voice.
"So, any suggestions where we could go celebrate?"
For an instant, Jason wondered whether they shouldn't just take their horny selves to the alley behind the Blue Oyster Club, but he rejected the idea almost right away. -Too public, and that'd be taking 'casual recreation' way too far. I'm about to have sex with a guy I've never seen before in my life; no need to make it any more clichéd than this already is!- Suddenly, the situation struck him as more than slightly unreal. Here he was, Jason Lee Scott, bisexual, an ex-Ranger and future teacher, for cripes' sake, planning to get up close and very personal with an ex-military guy he'd met at a gay bar only hours ago. It boggled the mind.
It was also exciting as hell.
He gulped down a threatening panic attack. "The waterfront is not too far down that way," he pointed. "There's a parking lot close to the beach; it should be more or less deserted this time of night …" Jason knew his quickened breath betrayed his excitement, but the tightness in his jeans was too demanding. He wanted what Eric was offering him, and he wanted it now!
"Sounds perfect," Eric murmured. "Let's go." He reached into his pocket and dangled his car keys invitingly. "My car, or yours?"
Jason shook his head. "Don't have one; besides, I walked here."
"A California guy who knows how to walk? Wow," Eric jibed. "Didn't know such a critter existed."
Jason snorted. Maybe if his parents were wealthier he might own a car, but as long as he couldn't afford to buy one himself, he'd make do with his trusty motorcycle. "Yeah, well, I was planning on having a drink or two anyway, and no way am I risking a DUI citation," he retorted just a tad sharply. "Are you sure you're safe to drive?"
It was a valid concern; Eric had matched him drink for drink.
"First of all, I know my exact capacity and yeah, I'm still good," Eric said after a slight pause. "Believe me, I don't want to report to my new boss with a citation, either. After we started, um, talking, I switched to non-alcoholic; hadn't you noticed?"
Jason shook his head, relieved. "Nah. I don't drink beer, so I didn't pay much attention to the brew you had. Okay."
Eric nodded, accepting the explanation. "Right. So, shall we?" He jiggled his keys again.
- Oh boy. Crunch time - am I really agreeing to having gay sex with a stranger?- The question popped unbidden into Jason's mind, but he answered himself right away. -A hot stranger who seems decent enough - and who is looking better by the minute. Shit, it's my birthday; I wanted to live on the edge tonight, so … why not ?- Deciding that if he really wanted to be reckless just this once there was no sense in stopping halfway, Jason shrugged.
"Sure, what the hell." He waited until Eric had unlocked the doors, then climbed into the no longer new, but well-kept and neat car.
Eric crossed to the driver's side, got behind the wheel and buckled up. As soon as the interior light switched off, the atmosphere between the two men seemed to charge up even more with sexual tension, and Jason felt his mouth go dry with anticipation of … something.
-Nerves. Danger. Sex.-
He liked the feeling.
The engine started with a small cough, and Eric asked quietly, "Which way?"
Closing his eyes for just a second, hoping one last time he wasn't about to make a big mistake, Jason collected his wits with an effort. "Down two blocks, take a left, then hang a right at the third traffic light," he instructed.
Neither man spoke as Eric eased the car into the sparse nighttime traffic. As soon as he'd taken the right turn, they could already see the glint of water maybe half a mile ahead.
"Once you reach the street parallel to the beach, go left again; the parking lot is a couple dozen yards down," Jason directed next. His heart was beating a mile a minute the closer they came to their destination, and it took every bit of control he had not to squirm in order to ease his nerves … as well as the throbbing between his legs. A covert glance towards Eric's lap showed a promising bulge there, too, and he hid a triumphant grin. -Good, I'm not the only one who can hardly wait!-
The parking lot was indeed blessedly empty. Eric guided his vehicle to the far end, as much out of view of the nearest house and the lone street light's reach as possible, yet still took care to park correctly. "Better not give anyone a reason to come for a closer look," he explained in reply to Jason's amused chuckle
"Makes sense," Jason nodded, and had to swallow as Eric turned off the engine and unhooked his seat belt. Hoping the sudden clumsiness of his fingers wasn't too noticeable, he followed suit. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see that Eric had turned towards him and draped an arm across the seat's back. The black eyes glittered.
"Last chance, Jason," Eric murmured. "If you want to back out after all, tell me now, and no hard feelings. If you don't …"
Feeling as if he'd just reached the edge of a high cliff, Jason barely hesitated. Returning the heated look with one of his own, he chose to step into the chasm before him.
"You'll do what?" he asked huskily, with more than just a hint of provocation.
Eric's smile turned predatory, and he raised his free hand towards Jason's neck. Fingers curled against the strong column, just below the ear, and he slowly dragged his thumb against Jason's lower lip, testing the moist inside. "How about this?"
-Two can play that game, buster!- "It's a start," Jason rasped, and let his tongue flick against the calloused pad of flesh. Eric's breath hitched, and his hand tightened. Jason could feel his own pulse hammering against the pressure of fingertips, but didn't care. "Is that all you're gonna do?"
"You're playing with fire," Eric warned, moving closer.
With a slow, wolfish smile of his own, Jason leaned sideways and forward so that his shoulder was braced against the seat. The movement brought his head within inches of Eric's mouth. "Maybe I like it hot-" The rest of his reply was smothered by hard lips as Eric kissed him with a low growl of desire and he plummeted off the cliff's edge straight into sheer lust.
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The two kissed until they were breathless and then some more; tongues thrusting and teasing, tasting and exploring, claiming and demanding. Their hands weren't idle, either; in a frenzy of movement, they shucked jackets, grasped shoulders and kneaded muscular backs. Jason gasped with pleasure as Eric succeeded in tugging his shirt from his belt and slipped one hand underneath to his bare skin. In turn, he grabbed a fold of t-shirt and pulled upwards until he, too could touch Eric's chest without a barrier of cloth.
More kisses, more frantic roaming, until Eric dropped one hand to Jason's crotch and squeezed the hard ridge straining against the denim. With a low moan, Jason thrust into his grip and hissed in anticipation as Eric groped for his fly. He couldn't wait until those strong fingers would close around his throbbing flesh! He'd have reached for his partner as well if their cramped positions hadn't prevented it, but the steering wheel was seriously hindering their movements. His belt buckle rattled as it was undone, he could feel the brass button pop out of its hole; then Eric took hold of the zipper tab and began to work it downwards. Panting, Jason let his head fall back against the window as he tried to give Eric more room, but froze when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of headlights coasting onto the parking lot.
"Shit! Stop," he hissed, his voice growing more urgent as he recognized the black-and-white paint job - and a row of lights on the approaching vehicle's roof. He grabbed Eric's wrist. "Eric, it's the cops!"
Yanked abruptly out of a lustful haze, Eric glanced over his shoulder, saw the truth of Jason's words and fell back with a sharp curse. "Fuck it!"
Jason scrambled to rearrange his clothes. "You wish," he grinned cheekily, adrenaline and frustrated desire making him lightheaded. He chuckled at the outraged glare Eric sent his way as he also scooted back into a more decorous position and hastily ordered his clothing. "Relax; they haven't caught us."
"Just barely," Eric grumbled. "What the hell are the cops doing here this time of night, anyway?"
"Beats me," Jason murmured, fastening the last buttons. No time for the belt; luckily, his shirttails would cover that.
A uniformed policeman was approaching them, flashlight in hand. He knocked on the car roof once, and with a sigh Eric rolled down his window. "Yes, Officer?"
"Is everything okay here?"
"Sure," Eric shrugged. "Why?"
Jason nudged him sharply with his elbow. "Be nice, coz," he muttered, just loud enough that the policeman could hear. Then he leaned forward with a polite smile. "My cousin and I were just looking for a quiet place to talk, Officer," he fibbed smoothly. "And this parking lot seemed kinda ideal for a serious discussion …"
"Don't you have anyplace else to talk this time of night?" the cop asked suspiciously, his eyes darting from one face to the other. "Like, at home?"
Jason shrugged eloquently. "Wish we could," he said. "But our mothers … not to mention the rest of the family … it's our Aunt Edna's seventy-fifth birthday," he added with an ingenuous grin. "Everybody is at the house. You know how that is, don't you?"
To his relief, the cop grinned back. "Do I ever," he said, hesitated for a moment, then flicked off his torch. "Okay. Everything's fine, Joe," he called to his partner in the patrol car, who waved in recognition. Turning back to Jason and Eric, the officer looked at them sternly. "Still, I suggest you two take your 'discussion' elsewhere," he admonished them. "This area isn't all that safe at night, and you don't want to alarm the neighborhood watch, do you?"
"No, of course not. Sorry, sir," Eric murmured. Jason nearly snickered out loud at the suppressed frustration he could detect in his voice. "Guess we didn't think."
"Well, see that you do next time. On your way, then." The cop went back to the patrol car, but stood waiting at the door until Eric started the engine and slowly drove off. Only then did he climb back in. Watching in the rear view mirror, Jason heaved a sigh of relief as the police car went off in the opposite direction.
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"Whew. That was close."
"Yeah," Eric grunted, then slanted a quizzical look at his companion. "Aunt Edna? Cousins?"
Jason grinned. "Well, it was the only thing I could think of off the cuff, and I figured we just might look enough alike in the dark to be related," he shrugged. Which was true; they were both dark-eyed, dark-haired, of similar body type ... at night, seated in a car as they were, they could claim a faint resemblance.
Grudgingly, Eric agreed. "I guess."
"He bought it, anyway." Of course, they'd been lucky the officer hadn't asked for IDs, but Jason wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Apparently, neither was Eric.
"That he did. Only, where to now?" He took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Jason's thigh. "I usually finish what I start," he murmured, pressing down and skimming his fingers against Jason's barely-diminished erection. Jason shuddered, then forced himself to ignore the exciting pressure as best he could and took stock of their surroundings. They were following the shoreline, and right ahead of them was a small open area with a gazebo and benches grouped around flower beds. There also was a row of parking spaces. He touched Eric's arm.
"See those parking meters? Pull over, they're free at night."
"Okay." Smoothly, Eric parked his car once more and killed the engine. "Now what?"
Jason unbuckled and opened his door. "Now, we walk." He slid out of the car and let the door fall shut behind him. "C'mon already," he urged, new excitement in his low voice.
Slowly Eric followed suit. "Walk where?" he asked, locking up.
Jason gestured across the street towards the beach. "Down that way."
Eric's gaze followed his outstretched arm to where a dark structure was silhouetted against the lapping waves. There were no lights shining on the sand, and beneath the structure the shadows were deep and inviting. A slow, understanding smile formed around his mouth. "Under the boardwalk?" he guessed.
"Yep," Jason replied. "Unless you think it's too cold out here."
Spring was still a few weeks away, but the chill of winter had already left the air. Eric's smile widened into the beginnings of a leer. "It's warm enough, and I think we can make it feel even hotter … don't you?"
"Oh yeah," Jason smirked back, raking his eyes once more over Eric's body. "Lots hotter."
"Thought so." Eric gestured for him to take the lead, and together they crossed the street to the beach. Climbing over the low wall bordering the sidewalk, they trudged through the shifting sand until they reached the more firmly-packed tidal line. The soft crunch under their feet seemed loud in the stillness of the night as they walked towards the shadow cast by the boardwalk and turned their backs to the city's lights.
Jason stopped at one of the main beams, a massive pole of wood that looked ideal to lean against and had the added advantage of at least partially preventing anyone from seeing them. Of course, he and Eric were both dressed in dark shades of blue, black and grey; it was unlikely that a casual passerby would notice them. There was just enough light that they could see each other; the air down here held a moist, salty tang and the structure's struts and supports loomed blackly against the ocean. Jason had trouble smothering a nervous titter.
-Jesus. Phallic symbols, anyone?- A thought that wasn't funny enough to share; besides, it brought back the urgency he'd experienced in the car earlier. A rush of blood to his groin followed right along, and he laid a hand on Eric's arm.
"How about we stay here?" he murmured, running his thumb against the inside of the other's elbow.
Eric nodded curtly. "About time," he growled, then softened it with a lazy smile as he faced Jason who was already yea-close to fidgeting. For the moment, though, he kept his distance. Jason watched intently as Eric let his eyes wander from his hair all the way down to his boots, lingering on the way at his mouth, chest and stomach and longest on his hips before sweeping upwards again.
To Jason, it felt as if he'd just been stripped naked by that heated gaze. It both fired his blood and sent a chill down his spine. He wanted more than just looks, he wanted to be touched in every spot Eric had just surveyed, wanted Eric's hands and lips and tongue taking that same leisurely journey all over his body. Then he wanted to do the same to him until they both reached their ultimate destination - the hot, moist cavern that was the other's mouth, waiting to be filled by silk-skinned steel and salty liquid.
"What are we waiting for then?" he asked, almost trembling with need and anticipation. Jason braced his back against the beam and spread his legs slightly, boldly licking his lips as if he could already taste what was to come. "Let's finish." It was an offer nearly impossible to refuse.
Eric certainly seemed unable to. He hissed sharply and took that last step separating them, close enough that their bodies came almost immediately into full contact. Jason moaned as their hips ground against each others', their erections chafing beneath the four-fold barrier of cotton briefs and denim. He slipped his hands around Eric's back, delving once more under the tight t-shirt to feel smooth, warm skin. Eric fumbled impatiently with the row of buttons on Jason's shirt and managed to push the fabric aside without ripping off more than a couple of buttons.
Jason moaned quietly as the soft nighttime breeze caressed his exposed chest, then more loudly when experienced hands slid across his heated skin, skimming his pecs and abs until hard fingers came to a stop on his nipples and pinched.
"Shit, yes!"
"You like that, huh?"
"Yeah …" His next moan was smothered by a demanding kiss, Eric's tongue thrusting into his mouth and tangling with his own until they were both breathing hard. His eyes drifted shut in a lustful daze when Eric started to kiss, lick and nip his way down his throat and twisted his nipples roughly, stopping just short of hurting him. Suddenly desperate to take a more active part, Jason slid a hand from the smooth-muscled back to Eric's belt, wiggling until he could get past the leather and denim to the tight buttocks underneath. He took a firm hold on the warm skin, pulling Eric's hips against his own and they both instinctively bucked against each other.
Twin groans rose from both men, and Eric chuckled. "Oh yeah, like that. Come on …"
"Shut up," Jason rasped, his deep voice made hoarse by desire. "Can't you do anything better with your mouth than talk?" He went nearly dizzy at the thought of having those knowing lips close around him.
"Smartass," Eric muttered, but obliged with yet another hard, wet kiss.
The two were working each other into a frenzy as they continued to kiss, lick, squeeze, thrust and writhe. Eric was intent on opening Jason's fly again while Jason tried simultaneously to slide his trapped hand from the back of Eric's jeans to the front, to finally hold the hard length he knew was waiting there for his touch, when suddenly a clatter of steps on the planks right above their heads made them freeze.
A smattering of youthful voices wafted down to them, and with a groan of frustration Jason slumped back against the wooden pillar.
"Shit. I can't believe it!" He slanted a glance at Eric, who was cursing under his breath. The furious glare he sent upwards to where the voices were still coming from was almost enough to send Jason into uncontrollable giggles if he hadn't shared the sentiment.
"What is it with this town and interruptions, anyway?" Eric demanded to know. "Can't a guy get laid in peace around here?"
Jason did laugh at that, albeit quietly; he didn't want to risk being overheard and have someone come investigate. "Guess not tonight," he murmured. "At least not in the great wide open."
"Well, fuck!"
"Couldn't agree more," Jason grinned, regaining his equilibrium as he felt his erection slowly subside. "Damn, we need a room with a door we can lock behind us if we ever want to finish this." Regretfully, he brushed across Eric's crotch as he withdrew his hand from his jeans. "And I do want to finish," he said, taking hold of Eric's head and drawing him into a slow, sensual kiss. When he was done, he licked teasingly across the narrow mouth.
"Don't you have a hotel room we can use?"
Eric stilled, his eyes taking on an expression Jason couldn't read in the faint light, then it was chased away by a rueful smile. "Yeah, but … I'd rather not go there," he murmured.
"Why not? Right now, the idea of getting naked and sweaty with you on a nice, wide double bed, with a shower nearby, is almost as much of a turn-on as what we were doing just now," Jason urged persuasively. "Besides, we wouldn't risk getting sand in places we don't want."
Much to his disappointment, Eric shook his head.
"Only if you're in the mood to hear the guy next door snoring loud enough to wake the dead," he said lightly. "Took me ages to fall asleep last night over the racket he's making; if I hadn't been so tired when I came here late yesterday …" he let his voice trail off and shrugged expressively. "The walls between the rooms can't be much thicker than paper, and if we happen to get noisy … sorry, but I prefer not to have an audience, even if it's just someone able to listen in from another room."
"Um, no," Jason agreed, blushing despite himself at the thought and hoping that Eric wouldn't notice. "Me neither."
Eric was listening to the babble of voices from above. It had moved further out to the end of the boardwalk, but was still audible. "Sounds like a bunch of high school kids out to sneak a six-pack," he muttered. "Damn."
"Which means they likely won't be leaving anytime soon," Jason sighed, finally letting go of Eric. Reluctantly, he began to fasten his clothes.
"Which also leaves our hard-ons raring to go and no place to go to," Eric growled as he followed suit. "Shit. This isn't what I'd planned for tonight."
"Uh huh," Jason agreed absently, and Eric glanced at him quizzically.
"What?"
Jason met his eyes with a look that held a mixture of shyness, lust and determination.
"I just may know a place," he murmured. "It's private, can be locked and has a shower and bed - if a smallish twin is good enough."
"Hell, it's not as if I plan to actually sleep on the thing," Eric smirked. "Do you?"
"No," Jason answered, feeling his pulse quicken again as the heat between them flared up once more.
"So, where is it?"
For a second, Jason hesitated. He'd never done this before, the rules said he shouldn't, but he knew hardly anybody in the house heeded that particular rule anyway, so … with a deep breath he made his offer.
"My dorm room. It's only a fifteen-minute drive from the harbor, my roommate said he was going out tonight, so … if it's okay with you, we could go there."
Eric looked at him steadily for long moments that seemed like an eternity to Jason, then nodded his assent at last. "Sounds fine by me."
"Okay," Jason murmured, decision made. He pushed himself away from the strut he was still leaning against and found himself caught in a tight embrace. Surprised, his eyes flew to Eric's.
"Just so you don't forget what's waiting for you," the older man murmured and kissed him hard, at the same time pressing one hand firmly against his crotch. Jason felt himself grow erect once more within a heartbeat.
He kissed Eric back and slipped in a grope of his own, his eagerness returning with a vengeance. "Right. Ditto," he gasped as his mouth was released from the thrusting tongue. They stared at each other for what seemed like a small eternity before letting go.
"So what are we waiting for?" Eric demanded with glittering eyes.
"Nothing. Come on." Determinedly, Jason stepped away from the temptation to finish things -Right here, right now and damn the consequences!- and led Eric back to the car.
TBC...
List of 22: Losing Control