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More CD coming soon, I just needed to write something different to get back into the swing, and my girl gave me a FUN request of a trucker fic
Guuuuurl sorry this took so long!!!!!!
FIC: Last Stop 200 Miles
Author: Ylith
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Gerard Butler/Orlando
Summary: Gerard is a trucker making a last pit stop before a long haul. Written for my girl “angrymobjustice” cause I lurve her. She also made the fantabulous banner
Gerard groaned as he scratched his neck, the sweat there collecting under his dirt encrusted finger nails. He’s been driving for the last six solid hours, his ass sore and his legs stiff. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge he had only three days to get off the shaky side and to make it to the dirty side, Jersey to be exact. ‘The fucking garbage state’ he thought as he wiped the underside of his nose with the top of his index finger.
Gerard shook his head and turned up the radio, blinking hard several times when the zippers in the middle of the road began to hypnotize him. He’d been driving a Double Nickel for the last hour or so, the curvy roads making him weary of pushing 60.
“Keep the greasy side down and the and the shiny side up!” he’d been told for the fourth time that week at the last truck stop he’d stopped in that morning to eat a hearty portion of eggs and bacon. The waitress had the hots for him, and hadn’t even charged him for the three cups of coffee he drank, merely batting her mascara clumped lashes at him before gingerly setting the check down and tapped it with one cherry red enamel tipped nail.
With a groan the Scotsman looked down at the vents where the air conditioning should be coming out of; at least it would have been if the damn system hadn’t finally broken down on him, during the hottest week of the hottest month no less. He mopped at his brow with the back of his hand, wiping the perspiration on his trousers before taking hold of the wheel again.
“Oh for fucksake!” Gerard exclaimed with a thump of the steering wheel when he saw the Schneider Eggs signifying an upcoming construction zone. That was the last thing he needed…the roads on these mountain roads were thin enough as it was, and a narrowed lane due to construction was going to be hell to get around. He groaned and pushed himself higher into his seat, his back protesting as it was straightened. He wished he had some good strong coffee as he narrowed his eyes and concentrated.
The orange cones marked the outline of a ripped up half of street, perhaps marking where a gasoline had been put or a water pipe would be placed. Gerard was certainly lucky to not be on a main road, or he would have a whole new range of problems as he hugged the side of street closest to the construction with the bulky truck. The right side of the road was next to a drop off, the turns occasionally requiring him to stop, back up, and reposition the angle of entry before continuing on.
The fingers of his left hand drummed on the outside of the truck door when he’d passed the troublesome area, the sun heating the bronzed skin of his forearm. He pursed his lips and pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal, the open road making him feel unhindered.
Gerard focused on the sign up ahead, recognizing the white sign as something indicating an upcoming town or rest area.
Last Stop 200 Miles, the metal sheet proclaimed in simple black bold lettering and an arrow pointing down the road. A quick glance down at his gas gage told Gerard he needed to be sure and stop at said rest stop, as did his full bladder and aching back and numb ass.
The truck stop itself was pitiful at best. The gas pumps were all that adorned the outside other than the painted on “Truck Stop N’ Go” sign mounted over the door. The paint was white and peeling, and the porch looked about to almost cave in. Gerard pursed his lips and turned the wheel with an exaggerated sweep of his arm as he maneuvered his large truck into the stop. Three years of practice made it easy to align the large vehicle’s small gas tank opening with the pump, and as soon as he was ready, he killed the engine and climbed down.
After their initial protest, Gerard’s legs took him to the shoddy stairs of the gas station, his hand feeling at his back pocket as he took out his worn leather wallet. He opened the door to the main office, a bell chiming him entrance, and he was greeted to an empty cash register and stand. He leaned forward to try and look over the edge of the counter, but a voice from behind stopped him.
“Can I help you?”
Gerard turned around, finding the source of the voice sprawled quite contentedly on a ragged couch. A young man reclined there, his inside arm sprawled over his head, a yellow trucker hat not pulled low enough to hide sultry dark eyes and lips drawn into a smug smile.
“Do you work here?” Gerard asked, a dark brow cocked in question at the guy’s lack of eagerness to assist him. “I need to get some gas and the key to your restroom.”
The young man nodded, sitting up with a sigh and stretching high as soon as he stood, his Honda Motorcycle t-shirt riding up to expose a tan strip of belly and the top of a boxer rim. “Sorry,” he said in a rather unapologetic apology, his fingers stealing under his shirt to scratch at his tight belly. “Don’t get too many visitors round these parts, got nothing better to do than lay around most afternoons.”
Gerard nodded in understanding, fishing two twenties out of his wallet and slapped them down on the counter with a broad hand.
“Bathroom’s in the back, no key needed,” the young man said, adjusting the bill of the hat on his forehead. “Want me to start the tank going then?”
Gerard nodded with raised brows, surprised at the offer. Hell, if the kid wanted to fill his tank, he sure wasn’t going to complain. Her sure also didn’t mind the sight of the kid walking away, his firm little ass filling the jeans quite nicely with his lazy gait. The kid lumbered like he had all the time in the world, an attitude Gerard have seen many a small town man or woman adopt.
The bathroom was small and clean, also a sign of a small town. There were not enough passers through to dirty it, and the staff probably had enough time on hand to keep it immaculate if they preferred. The white tile was mopped and the soap dispenser was full, smelling of that generic cheap soap which filled all dispensers across the country.
He washed his hands and dried them on cheap paper towels, tossing them into the waste bin and not bothering to pick up those that fell to the side. He didn’t bother to switch off the light either, merely leaving the bathroom to go in search of the gas jockey.
The yellow trucker hat was more than visible through the front window of the store, it stuck out like a sore thumb more than anything. Gerard paused to see the kid standing at the back of the truck, his back leaning against it and his hips thrust forward, a phone clutched in one hand with the thumb flaying over the keypad.
“Is she filling?” Gerard asked, wiping him palms on the back of his jeans to remove perspiration.
The kid looked up at him lazily, that slow pace resumed. He nodded with a little arch of the brow. “Been going the whole time,” he informed the Scott.
“It’s a big tank,” Gerard said in response, his head bobbing slightly.
The kid nodded with a exhalation through the nose of amusement. He leaned away from the truck, arching his back as he stretched his arms high over his head and bent backwards. “Got far to go?” he asked, continuing their casual conversation.
“Jersey,” Gerard said, unable to keep the distaste out of his voice as he reminded himself just how far he had to get. The kid seemed to share his opinion, wincing a little at the response.
“Long trip,” he said. “How’s it been so far?”
Gerard shrugged, shifting his stance so that his weight rested on one leg and pushed his hands into his front pockets. “Not been too bad, though it was a tight spot backdoor.”
The gas attendant laughed through his nose again at the trucker lingo, his thumbs in his belt loops as a sultry smile spread over his lips. “You should try mine,” he said, his words sounding both a suggestion and a challenge.
Gerard didn’t even have time to process a possible reply before the gas nozzle clanked loudly, signaling it had finished. Again without haste, the kid sauntered behind the truck to take out the pump and screw on the cap, leaving Gerard in a slightly flustered state. The bulky Scotsman shook his head, figuring the kid was just having him on, and began to round the side of the truck as well. He found the kid running his pointer finger over the side panel of the truck cabin, resting up on the balls of his feet to look in.
“So is it true you guys get a bed back there and everything?” he asked, looking up under the brim of the yellow trucker hat. He scratched at the patch of chest just before his armpit idly, his eyes darting back to the other man’s.
Gerard nodded, taking a step forward. “Sometimes you gotta just pull over and sleep at night, or during the day after an all-nighter. Don’t think it’s anything too fancy though…it’s not what I’d prefer to sleep on most nights…”
“What’s your name again?” the kid asked, cutting him off though not in a way which offended the other man.
“Gerard,” he said.
“Mind if I take a look, Gerard?” the kid asked, pulling on the handle to the truck cabin.
“Guess not…” Gerard said more to himself as the kid climbed up and into the truck, leaving the door open behind him. With a sigh, the Scot climbed in behind him, hoping he hadn’t left anything out and that there was nothing…embarrassing…on the bedding. The bedding was not white, and tended to show any sort of stain.
“So you got a name too then?” Gerard asked, barely able to stand up straight in the cramped space. He groaned at his own question, the fatigue brought on by days of endless driving catching up to him.
“Orlando,” the kid said, taking off the trucker hat to ruffle his hair. His curls were pulled back in a loose ponytail, giving them the illusion of being shorter and fuller. He shoved the bill of the hat into his back pocket with practiced ease, giving the edge of the small bed a little shake. “Not too much room on there,” he said. “Especially for such a big guy.”
Gerard swore he could hear the wink, crossing his arms and trying to force down a wolfish grin. “Well it really wasn’t designed for two.”
Orlando shrugged, standing with a sigh. “What a shame.” His small lips pursed as he thought, the glint in his eye returned when he looked back to Gerard. “You ever tested it out?”
Gerard shook his head slowly, eyeing the kid’s face carefully as he tried to gage if Orlando was just trying to get a rise out of him. He’d seen the type before, push and push til you respond, and then all of a sudden they went cold. “You always try to put moves on customers?”
Orlando did not act phased, merely chuckling low before shaking his head. “Are you asking if I’m loose?” he asked with a slight cock of his head.
Gerard said nothing, merely standing before the kid waiting for a real response.
Orlando straightened, his arms crossing over his chest. “I told you before,” he said with that confident and sexy slow pace he used. “That road’s got nothing on me for tightness.” He then began to move out of the cramped space, back towards the front of the cabin, pulling the trucker hat out of his pocket to replace it on his head.
Gerard groaned, tired of this game and realized that if a move was going to be made, he would have to do it. He reached a burly arm out and blocked Orlando’s way, gripping the back of the kid’s neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss.
Orlando responded instantly, gripping the sides of Gerard’s face to pull him in for a closer and deeper kiss. Gerard’s hands gripped all over the young man, on his back and ass, shoulders and arms. He pressed his tongue against the gas pump jockey’s, breathing in hard through his nose as their kiss continued. “What are you up for?” he asked with heavy breaths, a hand moving to the kid’s head as he pushed the yellow hat off.
Orlando’s hat fell to the floor forgotten, and the kid allowed Gerard to push him back towards the shabby bed as he smirked contentedly. “I like to get fucked,” he said, dropping heavily onto the shabby bed with a grunt. “You up for that?”
Hell yeah he was.
“We gotta hurry,” Gerard said when he broke away to pull the kid’s shirt over his head.
“It’s ok…” Orlando insisted, grabbing Gerard’s tank top. “My boss doesn’t get in until 4 today…”
Gerard grunted at the feel of fingers grasping for the buttons of his jeans. “Not that,” he insisted. “I need to get back on the road, you got a love glove and some juice?”
Orlando laughed, falling back unceremoniously on the bed when he tried to step out of his own jeans. “Juice? You mean lube?”
Gerard nodded, pushing his own jeans down.
“You don’t keep any in the bat truck?” the kid asked with a smirk.
Gerard’s brows furrowed as he thought, glancing down at his trusty travel bag with a glimmer of hope. “Get those off,” he ordered, pointing at Orlando’s boxers before kneeling next to the bed. He muttered as he rummaged, knowing he brought lube as he’s used it to masturbate a few nights back. Condom, condom, condom….
“Right!”
Gerard stood with the needed supplied, tossing the kid the lube before ripping the foil packet with his teeth. He guided the condom down, watching as Orlando got up onto his knees to better reach behind himself. The kid began to finger himself, groaning a little as he did so, his side of his face pressed against the compartment wall. Gerard was greeted to the sight of the kid’s stretched hole, the fingers moving in and out in a practiced rhythm that told him the kid certainly didn’t need any help getting himself to where he needed to be.
Content as he was to watch for the time being, Gerard was glad when Orlando turned over and pulled his knees to his chest. His body was long and lean, his chest hairless though a fuzzy line extended from under his bellybutton to his thick thatch of pubic hair. His prick was swollen, resting back against his belly, and his balls behind it were a rosy pink in their arousal. His cheeks had flushed as well, the young man’s lips glistening where he had licked them.
Orlando’s eyes still had that lazy ease about them, even while they darkened with lust. He even while he held his knees back he looked like he was resting with his arms behind his head. “I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of time,” he chided with a quirk of the brow.
“I should get to it then,” the Scot said, falling to his knees and taking hold of his erection. He reached one hand forward, brushing the tips of two fingers over the young man’s hole, making the kid’s eyes flutter with a groan.
“Oh yeah…” Orlando breathed, letting his head fall back with a sigh, his eyes drifting shut as Gerard started to finger him. His body was lax but after a minute his hips began to move, lifting and turning to get those fingers just where he wanted them. He seemed content to let Gerard lead, and the Scot took that as a cue to move at a pace he desired.
Withdrawing his fingers, Gerard took hold of his cock and adjusted himself on the bed so that he lay between Orlando’s legs. He held his prick just below the head and pushed against the tight hole, wincing at the tightness he pressed into. He heard Orlando hiss, his own jaw tight as he focused on moving at a slow and steady pace. He didn’t have the biggest cock in the world, but he’d never had complaints before. Guys tended to like the thickness just fine, and the length seemed to hit the right places.
His thrusts were long and fluid, his buttocks tensing as he moved in and out of the gas pump jockey’s body, his one hand brace against the bed and the other against the wall. He began to thrust harder, his knees digging into the rumpled bedding in an uncomfortable manner. Orlando’s head was slowly pushed against the wall from the strength of the thrusts, wedged against it in the close quarters, and it was only a matter of seconds before the crown of his head began thumping against the compartment wall. The young man grunted as he was fucked, his arm extending over his head to try and pad it from the banging, but it only tilted his head further. He let his legs fall from their cramped position at his chest, lowering to the Scot’s waist. They clenched occasionally when Gerard’s cock hit him the right way, jerking up and in. His calves brushed over Gerard’s waste, the muscular man gripping for them when they began to get in his way.
Gerard pulled out with a grunt, his broad hands grabbing under Orlando’s arms to pull him up. “Turn around,” he huffed, aware of the sweat collecting on his chest when he scratched at it.
Orlando needed no further prompting, scrambling onto his knees as best he could. He rolled his neck, probably relieving a kink in it before gripping the sheets with one hand and bracing against the wall with the other. He bent his head, letting it hang between his shoulders as he waited to be fucked again.
Gerard took hold of the young man’s hips, using his free hand to again steer his cock into port. The push was easier this time, the way loosened by their previous exertions. They both groaned when Gerard hit bottom, and he took the hand that had been on his cock and let it run up the young man’s back, coming to rest on the back of Orlando’s neck to hold him in place.
He began to move again, the new position allowing him to go deeper and harder. He pounded into the young man, letting loose hours and hours of pent up frustration and idleness. It was amazing what a good fuck could to to get the blood pumping again, made him feel so awake and alert. He clenched his jaw and listened to both his own grunts and the whimpers coming from the guy before him. Orlando sure was a good sport, taking it like a man as he was ridden hard.
“You gonna jerk off?” Gerard managed to ask, wondering if the kid expected a helping hand at the moment, not relenting for a second. Orlando shook his head and said something that Gerard couldn’t completely make out, but sounded something like “not yet, might just cum.”
Gerard slowed up to shift again, using his knee to push Orlando’s legs together. He gave a short cry as the tightness about his cock was magnified and increased by the adjusted position. His heart began to race, his mind becoming fuzzy as his body took over, his hips thrusting hard and fast. He could hear Orlando’s staccato cries as he braced himself for dear life, his head slung low.
“Fuck! Oh….fuck!”
Gerard couldn’t agree more, his eyes rolling back as he felt his orgasm wash over him. His hips jerked sporadically, his hands gripping hard at anywhere on Orlando’s body he could grasp. He was panting hard, his chest shuddering as he finally began to still. He looked down at Orlando, falling onto one arm so that his chest was against the other man’s back. His hand was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he still managed to take hold of Orlando’s swollen cock. It barely took more than a touch for the young man to finally burst, his body tensing beneath Gerard’s as he cursed and came.
Both men breathed hard, neither moving as they took in the act they just committed. Gerard still couldn’t completely believe he’d fucked the gas station employee, it was so out of his normal character to be a quickie sort of a guy. Not that he thought himself above it, but he rarely found himself with the opportunity.
It was Orlando that moved first, falling to the rumpled sheets with a groan before sliding out from beneath Gerard.
“Jesus…” he groaned with a wince, his eyes squeezing shut and lips tightening as he moved. “I’m gonna feel this for a few days…”
Gerard was finally shaken from his thoughts, his eyes turning down to the kid who was now very gingerly lowering himself into a seated position. “It hurts?” he asked.
Orlando shook his head. “Not hurts…just a bit sore. You were fucking me like you’re on death row…when was the last time you had sex?”
Gerard chuckled, pulling off the condom and tied it quickly. “It’s been a while,” he admitted with a raise of his brows. “You complaining?”
Orlando shook his head, that lazy smile back in place. “Not at all, man. I was past due too.” He leaned forward and fished for his clothes, setting them on the bed before pulling them on piece by piece. On went the dark jeans and the Harley t-shirt, the cotton stretched from the hasty removal. His curls had fallen from their fastening, and he reached up to correct them, tying them back in the messy ponytail they had been in before. Not really a smooth fix, but Gerard had to admit he liked the look of them tousled. It was a shame when the loud yellow hat was affixed atop them, the brim almost covering the dark bedroom eyes.
Gerard dressed as well, wrinkling his nose when he smelled the state of his shirt but donning it all the same. “Will you be offended if I thank you?” he asked with a playful grin.
Orlando looked at him and shook his head, laughing softly. He stood and put his hands in his jean pockets. “Will you be if I thank you?”
Gerard shook his head.
Orlando ducked his head and moved out of the cramped compartment jumping down from the door of the truck cabin to the greasy pavement below. Gerard followed, adjusting his shirt as he stepped down.
“That’ll be $75.68,” Orlando said, holding out a hand.
Gerard’s brows arched in surprise. “That’s an odd price to put on a anal.”
Orlando grinned, his lids still at half mast. “It’s for the gas,” he said. “I’d give you a phone number, but Jersey’s not really in driving distance.”
Gerard laughed, fishing in his pocket for the money. He un-crumpled several bills, counting them before handing them to the kid. “Well if I come back this way, think I can stop back? You gonna be here…and keep the change.”
Orlando laughed, accepting the bills and pocketing them before lacing his fingers atop his head. “God, I hope not. I wanna get out of this town…just never seem to…but if I’m here, I hope you check in.”
Gerard climbed back up into the truck as Orlando spoke, leaning out the open window when he was settled. “Well maybe if you’re here I can give you a lift somewhere new…after all, you can’t go with just anyone…no telling what they’ll ask in return.”
Orlando’s white teeth were bared through his smile, his hands falling to push into the front pockets of his jeans. He began to slowly walk backwards from the truck towards the store. “You expect me to believe you wont expect a little something in return?”
Gerard turned the key, revving the engine before leaning out again. “Of course I will…but at least you’ll have the comfort of not having to blow a stranger.”
Orlando treated him to one last laugh, his eyes shining as he raised one hand in a wave, turning towards the store as Gerard began to pull out and get back on the road.
The End
Guuuuurl sorry this took so long!!!!!!
FIC: Last Stop 200 Miles
Author: Ylith
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Gerard Butler/Orlando
Summary: Gerard is a trucker making a last pit stop before a long haul. Written for my girl “angrymobjustice” cause I lurve her. She also made the fantabulous banner
Gerard groaned as he scratched his neck, the sweat there collecting under his dirt encrusted finger nails. He’s been driving for the last six solid hours, his ass sore and his legs stiff. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge he had only three days to get off the shaky side and to make it to the dirty side, Jersey to be exact. ‘The fucking garbage state’ he thought as he wiped the underside of his nose with the top of his index finger.
Gerard shook his head and turned up the radio, blinking hard several times when the zippers in the middle of the road began to hypnotize him. He’d been driving a Double Nickel for the last hour or so, the curvy roads making him weary of pushing 60.
“Keep the greasy side down and the and the shiny side up!” he’d been told for the fourth time that week at the last truck stop he’d stopped in that morning to eat a hearty portion of eggs and bacon. The waitress had the hots for him, and hadn’t even charged him for the three cups of coffee he drank, merely batting her mascara clumped lashes at him before gingerly setting the check down and tapped it with one cherry red enamel tipped nail.
With a groan the Scotsman looked down at the vents where the air conditioning should be coming out of; at least it would have been if the damn system hadn’t finally broken down on him, during the hottest week of the hottest month no less. He mopped at his brow with the back of his hand, wiping the perspiration on his trousers before taking hold of the wheel again.
“Oh for fucksake!” Gerard exclaimed with a thump of the steering wheel when he saw the Schneider Eggs signifying an upcoming construction zone. That was the last thing he needed…the roads on these mountain roads were thin enough as it was, and a narrowed lane due to construction was going to be hell to get around. He groaned and pushed himself higher into his seat, his back protesting as it was straightened. He wished he had some good strong coffee as he narrowed his eyes and concentrated.
The orange cones marked the outline of a ripped up half of street, perhaps marking where a gasoline had been put or a water pipe would be placed. Gerard was certainly lucky to not be on a main road, or he would have a whole new range of problems as he hugged the side of street closest to the construction with the bulky truck. The right side of the road was next to a drop off, the turns occasionally requiring him to stop, back up, and reposition the angle of entry before continuing on.
The fingers of his left hand drummed on the outside of the truck door when he’d passed the troublesome area, the sun heating the bronzed skin of his forearm. He pursed his lips and pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal, the open road making him feel unhindered.
Gerard focused on the sign up ahead, recognizing the white sign as something indicating an upcoming town or rest area.
Last Stop 200 Miles, the metal sheet proclaimed in simple black bold lettering and an arrow pointing down the road. A quick glance down at his gas gage told Gerard he needed to be sure and stop at said rest stop, as did his full bladder and aching back and numb ass.
The truck stop itself was pitiful at best. The gas pumps were all that adorned the outside other than the painted on “Truck Stop N’ Go” sign mounted over the door. The paint was white and peeling, and the porch looked about to almost cave in. Gerard pursed his lips and turned the wheel with an exaggerated sweep of his arm as he maneuvered his large truck into the stop. Three years of practice made it easy to align the large vehicle’s small gas tank opening with the pump, and as soon as he was ready, he killed the engine and climbed down.
After their initial protest, Gerard’s legs took him to the shoddy stairs of the gas station, his hand feeling at his back pocket as he took out his worn leather wallet. He opened the door to the main office, a bell chiming him entrance, and he was greeted to an empty cash register and stand. He leaned forward to try and look over the edge of the counter, but a voice from behind stopped him.
“Can I help you?”
Gerard turned around, finding the source of the voice sprawled quite contentedly on a ragged couch. A young man reclined there, his inside arm sprawled over his head, a yellow trucker hat not pulled low enough to hide sultry dark eyes and lips drawn into a smug smile.
“Do you work here?” Gerard asked, a dark brow cocked in question at the guy’s lack of eagerness to assist him. “I need to get some gas and the key to your restroom.”
The young man nodded, sitting up with a sigh and stretching high as soon as he stood, his Honda Motorcycle t-shirt riding up to expose a tan strip of belly and the top of a boxer rim. “Sorry,” he said in a rather unapologetic apology, his fingers stealing under his shirt to scratch at his tight belly. “Don’t get too many visitors round these parts, got nothing better to do than lay around most afternoons.”
Gerard nodded in understanding, fishing two twenties out of his wallet and slapped them down on the counter with a broad hand.
“Bathroom’s in the back, no key needed,” the young man said, adjusting the bill of the hat on his forehead. “Want me to start the tank going then?”
Gerard nodded with raised brows, surprised at the offer. Hell, if the kid wanted to fill his tank, he sure wasn’t going to complain. Her sure also didn’t mind the sight of the kid walking away, his firm little ass filling the jeans quite nicely with his lazy gait. The kid lumbered like he had all the time in the world, an attitude Gerard have seen many a small town man or woman adopt.
The bathroom was small and clean, also a sign of a small town. There were not enough passers through to dirty it, and the staff probably had enough time on hand to keep it immaculate if they preferred. The white tile was mopped and the soap dispenser was full, smelling of that generic cheap soap which filled all dispensers across the country.
He washed his hands and dried them on cheap paper towels, tossing them into the waste bin and not bothering to pick up those that fell to the side. He didn’t bother to switch off the light either, merely leaving the bathroom to go in search of the gas jockey.
The yellow trucker hat was more than visible through the front window of the store, it stuck out like a sore thumb more than anything. Gerard paused to see the kid standing at the back of the truck, his back leaning against it and his hips thrust forward, a phone clutched in one hand with the thumb flaying over the keypad.
“Is she filling?” Gerard asked, wiping him palms on the back of his jeans to remove perspiration.
The kid looked up at him lazily, that slow pace resumed. He nodded with a little arch of the brow. “Been going the whole time,” he informed the Scott.
“It’s a big tank,” Gerard said in response, his head bobbing slightly.
The kid nodded with a exhalation through the nose of amusement. He leaned away from the truck, arching his back as he stretched his arms high over his head and bent backwards. “Got far to go?” he asked, continuing their casual conversation.
“Jersey,” Gerard said, unable to keep the distaste out of his voice as he reminded himself just how far he had to get. The kid seemed to share his opinion, wincing a little at the response.
“Long trip,” he said. “How’s it been so far?”
Gerard shrugged, shifting his stance so that his weight rested on one leg and pushed his hands into his front pockets. “Not been too bad, though it was a tight spot backdoor.”
The gas attendant laughed through his nose again at the trucker lingo, his thumbs in his belt loops as a sultry smile spread over his lips. “You should try mine,” he said, his words sounding both a suggestion and a challenge.
Gerard didn’t even have time to process a possible reply before the gas nozzle clanked loudly, signaling it had finished. Again without haste, the kid sauntered behind the truck to take out the pump and screw on the cap, leaving Gerard in a slightly flustered state. The bulky Scotsman shook his head, figuring the kid was just having him on, and began to round the side of the truck as well. He found the kid running his pointer finger over the side panel of the truck cabin, resting up on the balls of his feet to look in.
“So is it true you guys get a bed back there and everything?” he asked, looking up under the brim of the yellow trucker hat. He scratched at the patch of chest just before his armpit idly, his eyes darting back to the other man’s.
Gerard nodded, taking a step forward. “Sometimes you gotta just pull over and sleep at night, or during the day after an all-nighter. Don’t think it’s anything too fancy though…it’s not what I’d prefer to sleep on most nights…”
“What’s your name again?” the kid asked, cutting him off though not in a way which offended the other man.
“Gerard,” he said.
“Mind if I take a look, Gerard?” the kid asked, pulling on the handle to the truck cabin.
“Guess not…” Gerard said more to himself as the kid climbed up and into the truck, leaving the door open behind him. With a sigh, the Scot climbed in behind him, hoping he hadn’t left anything out and that there was nothing…embarrassing…on the bedding. The bedding was not white, and tended to show any sort of stain.
“So you got a name too then?” Gerard asked, barely able to stand up straight in the cramped space. He groaned at his own question, the fatigue brought on by days of endless driving catching up to him.
“Orlando,” the kid said, taking off the trucker hat to ruffle his hair. His curls were pulled back in a loose ponytail, giving them the illusion of being shorter and fuller. He shoved the bill of the hat into his back pocket with practiced ease, giving the edge of the small bed a little shake. “Not too much room on there,” he said. “Especially for such a big guy.”
Gerard swore he could hear the wink, crossing his arms and trying to force down a wolfish grin. “Well it really wasn’t designed for two.”
Orlando shrugged, standing with a sigh. “What a shame.” His small lips pursed as he thought, the glint in his eye returned when he looked back to Gerard. “You ever tested it out?”
Gerard shook his head slowly, eyeing the kid’s face carefully as he tried to gage if Orlando was just trying to get a rise out of him. He’d seen the type before, push and push til you respond, and then all of a sudden they went cold. “You always try to put moves on customers?”
Orlando did not act phased, merely chuckling low before shaking his head. “Are you asking if I’m loose?” he asked with a slight cock of his head.
Gerard said nothing, merely standing before the kid waiting for a real response.
Orlando straightened, his arms crossing over his chest. “I told you before,” he said with that confident and sexy slow pace he used. “That road’s got nothing on me for tightness.” He then began to move out of the cramped space, back towards the front of the cabin, pulling the trucker hat out of his pocket to replace it on his head.
Gerard groaned, tired of this game and realized that if a move was going to be made, he would have to do it. He reached a burly arm out and blocked Orlando’s way, gripping the back of the kid’s neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss.
Orlando responded instantly, gripping the sides of Gerard’s face to pull him in for a closer and deeper kiss. Gerard’s hands gripped all over the young man, on his back and ass, shoulders and arms. He pressed his tongue against the gas pump jockey’s, breathing in hard through his nose as their kiss continued. “What are you up for?” he asked with heavy breaths, a hand moving to the kid’s head as he pushed the yellow hat off.
Orlando’s hat fell to the floor forgotten, and the kid allowed Gerard to push him back towards the shabby bed as he smirked contentedly. “I like to get fucked,” he said, dropping heavily onto the shabby bed with a grunt. “You up for that?”
Hell yeah he was.
“We gotta hurry,” Gerard said when he broke away to pull the kid’s shirt over his head.
“It’s ok…” Orlando insisted, grabbing Gerard’s tank top. “My boss doesn’t get in until 4 today…”
Gerard grunted at the feel of fingers grasping for the buttons of his jeans. “Not that,” he insisted. “I need to get back on the road, you got a love glove and some juice?”
Orlando laughed, falling back unceremoniously on the bed when he tried to step out of his own jeans. “Juice? You mean lube?”
Gerard nodded, pushing his own jeans down.
“You don’t keep any in the bat truck?” the kid asked with a smirk.
Gerard’s brows furrowed as he thought, glancing down at his trusty travel bag with a glimmer of hope. “Get those off,” he ordered, pointing at Orlando’s boxers before kneeling next to the bed. He muttered as he rummaged, knowing he brought lube as he’s used it to masturbate a few nights back. Condom, condom, condom….
“Right!”
Gerard stood with the needed supplied, tossing the kid the lube before ripping the foil packet with his teeth. He guided the condom down, watching as Orlando got up onto his knees to better reach behind himself. The kid began to finger himself, groaning a little as he did so, his side of his face pressed against the compartment wall. Gerard was greeted to the sight of the kid’s stretched hole, the fingers moving in and out in a practiced rhythm that told him the kid certainly didn’t need any help getting himself to where he needed to be.
Content as he was to watch for the time being, Gerard was glad when Orlando turned over and pulled his knees to his chest. His body was long and lean, his chest hairless though a fuzzy line extended from under his bellybutton to his thick thatch of pubic hair. His prick was swollen, resting back against his belly, and his balls behind it were a rosy pink in their arousal. His cheeks had flushed as well, the young man’s lips glistening where he had licked them.
Orlando’s eyes still had that lazy ease about them, even while they darkened with lust. He even while he held his knees back he looked like he was resting with his arms behind his head. “I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of time,” he chided with a quirk of the brow.
“I should get to it then,” the Scot said, falling to his knees and taking hold of his erection. He reached one hand forward, brushing the tips of two fingers over the young man’s hole, making the kid’s eyes flutter with a groan.
“Oh yeah…” Orlando breathed, letting his head fall back with a sigh, his eyes drifting shut as Gerard started to finger him. His body was lax but after a minute his hips began to move, lifting and turning to get those fingers just where he wanted them. He seemed content to let Gerard lead, and the Scot took that as a cue to move at a pace he desired.
Withdrawing his fingers, Gerard took hold of his cock and adjusted himself on the bed so that he lay between Orlando’s legs. He held his prick just below the head and pushed against the tight hole, wincing at the tightness he pressed into. He heard Orlando hiss, his own jaw tight as he focused on moving at a slow and steady pace. He didn’t have the biggest cock in the world, but he’d never had complaints before. Guys tended to like the thickness just fine, and the length seemed to hit the right places.
His thrusts were long and fluid, his buttocks tensing as he moved in and out of the gas pump jockey’s body, his one hand brace against the bed and the other against the wall. He began to thrust harder, his knees digging into the rumpled bedding in an uncomfortable manner. Orlando’s head was slowly pushed against the wall from the strength of the thrusts, wedged against it in the close quarters, and it was only a matter of seconds before the crown of his head began thumping against the compartment wall. The young man grunted as he was fucked, his arm extending over his head to try and pad it from the banging, but it only tilted his head further. He let his legs fall from their cramped position at his chest, lowering to the Scot’s waist. They clenched occasionally when Gerard’s cock hit him the right way, jerking up and in. His calves brushed over Gerard’s waste, the muscular man gripping for them when they began to get in his way.
Gerard pulled out with a grunt, his broad hands grabbing under Orlando’s arms to pull him up. “Turn around,” he huffed, aware of the sweat collecting on his chest when he scratched at it.
Orlando needed no further prompting, scrambling onto his knees as best he could. He rolled his neck, probably relieving a kink in it before gripping the sheets with one hand and bracing against the wall with the other. He bent his head, letting it hang between his shoulders as he waited to be fucked again.
Gerard took hold of the young man’s hips, using his free hand to again steer his cock into port. The push was easier this time, the way loosened by their previous exertions. They both groaned when Gerard hit bottom, and he took the hand that had been on his cock and let it run up the young man’s back, coming to rest on the back of Orlando’s neck to hold him in place.
He began to move again, the new position allowing him to go deeper and harder. He pounded into the young man, letting loose hours and hours of pent up frustration and idleness. It was amazing what a good fuck could to to get the blood pumping again, made him feel so awake and alert. He clenched his jaw and listened to both his own grunts and the whimpers coming from the guy before him. Orlando sure was a good sport, taking it like a man as he was ridden hard.
“You gonna jerk off?” Gerard managed to ask, wondering if the kid expected a helping hand at the moment, not relenting for a second. Orlando shook his head and said something that Gerard couldn’t completely make out, but sounded something like “not yet, might just cum.”
Gerard slowed up to shift again, using his knee to push Orlando’s legs together. He gave a short cry as the tightness about his cock was magnified and increased by the adjusted position. His heart began to race, his mind becoming fuzzy as his body took over, his hips thrusting hard and fast. He could hear Orlando’s staccato cries as he braced himself for dear life, his head slung low.
“Fuck! Oh….fuck!”
Gerard couldn’t agree more, his eyes rolling back as he felt his orgasm wash over him. His hips jerked sporadically, his hands gripping hard at anywhere on Orlando’s body he could grasp. He was panting hard, his chest shuddering as he finally began to still. He looked down at Orlando, falling onto one arm so that his chest was against the other man’s back. His hand was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he still managed to take hold of Orlando’s swollen cock. It barely took more than a touch for the young man to finally burst, his body tensing beneath Gerard’s as he cursed and came.
Both men breathed hard, neither moving as they took in the act they just committed. Gerard still couldn’t completely believe he’d fucked the gas station employee, it was so out of his normal character to be a quickie sort of a guy. Not that he thought himself above it, but he rarely found himself with the opportunity.
It was Orlando that moved first, falling to the rumpled sheets with a groan before sliding out from beneath Gerard.
“Jesus…” he groaned with a wince, his eyes squeezing shut and lips tightening as he moved. “I’m gonna feel this for a few days…”
Gerard was finally shaken from his thoughts, his eyes turning down to the kid who was now very gingerly lowering himself into a seated position. “It hurts?” he asked.
Orlando shook his head. “Not hurts…just a bit sore. You were fucking me like you’re on death row…when was the last time you had sex?”
Gerard chuckled, pulling off the condom and tied it quickly. “It’s been a while,” he admitted with a raise of his brows. “You complaining?”
Orlando shook his head, that lazy smile back in place. “Not at all, man. I was past due too.” He leaned forward and fished for his clothes, setting them on the bed before pulling them on piece by piece. On went the dark jeans and the Harley t-shirt, the cotton stretched from the hasty removal. His curls had fallen from their fastening, and he reached up to correct them, tying them back in the messy ponytail they had been in before. Not really a smooth fix, but Gerard had to admit he liked the look of them tousled. It was a shame when the loud yellow hat was affixed atop them, the brim almost covering the dark bedroom eyes.
Gerard dressed as well, wrinkling his nose when he smelled the state of his shirt but donning it all the same. “Will you be offended if I thank you?” he asked with a playful grin.
Orlando looked at him and shook his head, laughing softly. He stood and put his hands in his jean pockets. “Will you be if I thank you?”
Gerard shook his head.
Orlando ducked his head and moved out of the cramped compartment jumping down from the door of the truck cabin to the greasy pavement below. Gerard followed, adjusting his shirt as he stepped down.
“That’ll be $75.68,” Orlando said, holding out a hand.
Gerard’s brows arched in surprise. “That’s an odd price to put on a anal.”
Orlando grinned, his lids still at half mast. “It’s for the gas,” he said. “I’d give you a phone number, but Jersey’s not really in driving distance.”
Gerard laughed, fishing in his pocket for the money. He un-crumpled several bills, counting them before handing them to the kid. “Well if I come back this way, think I can stop back? You gonna be here…and keep the change.”
Orlando laughed, accepting the bills and pocketing them before lacing his fingers atop his head. “God, I hope not. I wanna get out of this town…just never seem to…but if I’m here, I hope you check in.”
Gerard climbed back up into the truck as Orlando spoke, leaning out the open window when he was settled. “Well maybe if you’re here I can give you a lift somewhere new…after all, you can’t go with just anyone…no telling what they’ll ask in return.”
Orlando’s white teeth were bared through his smile, his hands falling to push into the front pockets of his jeans. He began to slowly walk backwards from the truck towards the store. “You expect me to believe you wont expect a little something in return?”
Gerard turned the key, revving the engine before leaning out again. “Of course I will…but at least you’ll have the comfort of not having to blow a stranger.”
Orlando treated him to one last laugh, his eyes shining as he raised one hand in a wave, turning towards the store as Gerard began to pull out and get back on the road.
The End