ds_flashfiction | Trains, Planes, and Automobiles Challenge: And Miles to Go

This is a travel story, and boy did it travel (usually in directions I wasn’t expecting)! I had actually planned a cute little thing on rules to live by when traveling with Benton Fraser, then carlacoupe asked for something with some hot monkey sex, and justacat did this amazing thing and suddenly a humorous little piece became 2326 words out of control! I hope this fits the bill. You two are wonderful!

Two hours down the road and we’d barely gone a hundred miles. It was almost three hundred miles between St. Louis and Chicago, and at this rate, we’d get home sometime during the Fourth of July fireworks on Navy Pier.

“You know the speed limit is 65, right?”

“Yes, Ray.” Fraser was driving slow enough that Amish buggies could pass him. I wouldn’t mind so much if it were one of them Amish roads, but seeing as we were on I-55 on a clear sunny June morning, I was none too happy with the pace.

“And that’s miles, not kilometers.”

“Of course, Ray. I’m well aware of the American standards of measurements, and the speedometer has markings for both.” I think Fraser’s problem is he drives like he dances - too deliberate, no instinct, no rhythm.

“So, the reason you’re going 60 is what, a Canadian thing?”

“Not everything I do that you consider aberrant behavior is a ‘Canadian’ thing, Ray.”

“Okay, so it’s a ‘Fraser’ thing. Speed up, will you?”

“Ray, I am unfamiliar with this road, and I have never driven this vehicle before. Until I become accustomed to both, you will have to accept that I will maintain a cautious pace.”

“Fraser, it’s a Taurus, for God’s sake. It can’t take more than a spin around the parking lot. And one interstate is like every other interstate.”

“Oh, no, Ray. The scenery in every stretch--”

“I’m not interested in the scenery, Fraser. It’s June, which means it’s miles and miles of corn and soy beans and cows, with a McDonald’s every thirty miles.” I was not happy, not at all.

“You should applaud the hard work and dedication those fields of corn and soy represent, Ray. Americans have, I’ve discovered, very little appreciation for the bounty their lands spread before them. ”

“It isn’t an ‘American’ thing, either, Fraser. It’s a ‘Kowalski’ thing, a ‘Ray and Ben’ thing, a ‘I haven’t been screwed in a week because my boyfriend has some stupid rule about having sex in Canadian consulates located somewhere else besides Chicago’ thing.”

‘Ray, it was an official visit--” He was just appalled at the suggestion, I could tell, but I couldn’t help it, I get snarky when I’m horny.

“And that’s another thing, why did we have to go to Dallas? Did the Ice Queen have a manicure scheduled or something?” God knows why the Canadians have a consulate in Dallas. They have another one in Houston - who knew? And why does Texas need two Canadian Consulates anyway? And who in their right mind would schedule a conference in either place in June?

“Ray, she may be my supervisor, but she is not an active participant in the liaison program. And the conference organizers specifically requested our presence because we demonstrate that the program can be successful.”

“Yeah, but you lied about why we’re successful. I’ve never heard such a line of bull in my life.”

“I did not lie! We are good at what we do because we have learned to communicate effectively and work in a spirit of cooperation--”

“And we fuck like rabbits every chance we get.”

“Ray!” I couldn’t help it. He’s been such a mountie this week.

“What? It’s the truth isn’t it?” And it sure would have made the Q&A period more entertaining.

“It most certainly is not. We were an effective team long before we started-- well, you know.”

“Fucking like rabbits.”

“I - rather, before we moved our relationship to a more personal level. In fact, you could say our personal relationship is a direct result of the liaison program, Ray, which proves what a success it can be at fostering--”

“--great sex, none of which I’ve had in a week, so if you could just crank it up a little, I’d appreciate it.” And I’d make sure he did, too.

“You need to develop patience, Ray. Besides, it is your fault that you’re not driving.”

“My fault? how is any of this my fault?”

“You drank on the plane, Ray.” Smug bastard. He’s doing this on purpose. If I wasn’t so horny I’d cut him off.

“And answer me why I drank, huh? Answer me that!”

“Ray.”

“Was it me who gave our seats away because some man handed out a sob story?”

“His mother was ill, Ray.”

“Was it me who that bimbo at the ticket counter talked into taking the grand midwest airport tour instead of the next direct flight to Chicago?”

“It was expected to be a quick layover in St. Louis, Ray, and the redirect through Detroit was the less expensive ticket. It only added an hour.”

“Which we missed when you spent it helping that yahoo in the terminal track down his lost ferret.”

“He was very distraught, Ray, and I speak Mandarin.”

“Which you could have been using to order takeout right now after we’d fucked like rabbits if we’d gotten home when we were supposed to before you gave our seats away in Dallas!”

“I’m sorry, Ray.” He was not. He’d been teasing me for a week and he knew it.

I saw an exit sign - there was a rest stop 35 miles down the road. “So let’s pull over at the rest stop and you can show me how sorry you are.”

“It would be most inappropriate to give such a demonstration on a public highway, Ray.”

“Aw, come on Ben. I’m dying here.” I reached over to run a hand up his thigh.

“Ray! You promised!”

“I promised not to touch you while I was driving.”

“You actually promised not to touch me while the vehicle was in motion, Ray.”

Damn, I thought he’d forgotten that. I mean, yeah, I probably shouldn’t have jacked him off in the car while I was driving, but my concentration is pretty good. And it was only a trash can, after all. It’s not like I damaged the car.

“If you park, it won’t be in motion.” I was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Unless you need to use the facilities, Ray, I am not pulling over. We promised the Vecchios we’d pick up Diefenbaker tonight.”

The international conspiracy obviously wanted to keep me as horny as possible. Picking up Dief was gonna add another hour at least, and if Ma Vecchio had dinner ready when we got there, it’ll be closer to three.

“B-e-n--” Yeah, I was whining, so what? I reached down and pulled at my jeans, trying to make some room for the boys. It wasn’t a lot of help. My brain was running a fantasy about Ben and a picnic table, and I just knew that rest stop had some.

“Patience, Ray.” I looked at him and I saw it, that little crinkle he gets in his right eye when he’s laughing at me. He thought this was funny. I rubbed my hand across the zipper of my jeans, I was packing some serious heat there.

And that’s when I decided to share a fantasy or two. “I have a lot of patience. Fraser. I waited almost two years for you, didn’t I?”

“As did I, Ray.”

“And it was worth it, all the waiting.”

“Oh, yes, Ray.” He sighed - he can be such a sap, sometimes.

“All the time wondering if you’d ever feel the same way as me.”

“I wondered, too.”

“Course, I wondered a lot of other things. Wondered what you tasted like.”

“I must admit--”

Wondered what you smelled like.”

“I suppose--” He tugged at his collar. Good. I ran my hand across my chest, unbuttoned my shirt to get to some skin showing. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and he was watching me right back.

“I used to lay awake at night and rub my hands across my chest, just like this, wondering if your hand would feel like mine, if your nipples were as sensitive as mine.”

“Ray...”

“I’d think about it, did I want you to pinch ‘em a little, a lot? Would you lick them, maybe suck ‘em? They’re more sensitive than I remember, you know? I used to think about what I’d do if you bit one, if it would make me go hard.”

I licked a finger and ran it across the top of one. It was standing straight up. “I used to be embarrassed by them, but not any more. Cuz I think you like to play with them and that’s pretty cool. Do you like to play with my nipples, Ben?”

“Ray, please.” Thought so.

“Any time Fraser, you can play with them anytime. I know you like to wrap your tongue around them. Of Course you like to wrap your tongue around all sorts of things, don’t you?”

He was licking his lip. What an oral fixation this man had. “I remember the first time you kissed me, how your tongue felt in my mouth. you licked me inside and out with that thing - you licked my lips, my ears, my neck, and you didn’t stop there, did you Ben?”

“No-o-o.” Got him.

“No you didn’t. you kept on moving down and down and down. Do you know how many times I thought about you on your knees in front of me? Never thought it would happen, but I thought about it. Would you have your eyes closed or open? Would you reach in and tug my cock out or would I have it out already? Would I have to pull you to it or would you go for it on your own?” I got the button loose and reached for the zipper on my jeans. Ben wasn’t looking then, but I could tell from his reaction he heard the metal slide open.

“I used to think about that a lot, too, Ben. Sometimes I’d see you holding me still while you slid your mouth up and down on my dick. You wouldn’t let me move. Sometimes it was me holding you. I’d have my hands tight in your hair and I’d just fuck your mouth ‘til I’d come.” My cock was out and dripping on my jeans. I didn’t care much. they needed to be washed, anyway. I loosened my seat belt enough to lift up a bit and push my jeans down, then started some serious hand action.

I was scrunched low in the seat, one hand pulling on my dick, the other rolling my balls and tugging at the sac. Ben likes sucking me right there. Never had a hickey on my balls before, didn’t know I could. But remembering what it had felt like was driving me crazy. “You remember the hickey right there? How I came just from that?”

‘Ray!” He was staring straight ahead as though his neck didn’t know how to turn anymore.

“Yeah, I know. It’s quite a picture to have playing in your brain. And I have it playing all the time, Frase. But I don’t want you to think I’m selfish. The first time I saw you standing guard at the Consulate, it was all I could do to stay standing and not suck you off right there.” The boots kinda freaked me out at first, thought I was getting a kink.

“What I really wanted, though, was to do you at the desk. You’d be talking to Turnbull or the Ice Queen, and I’d be under the desk with your cock down my throat. God, I love sucking your cock. It’s so beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! Ray, you can’t--” His voice had dropped to a whisper, and that perfect posture of his was long gone. He was actually squirming in his seat.

“I can too call it beautiful. It’s perfect, it’s so silky and I can feel the vein beating on my tongue when you’re close to coming. It fits perfect in my mouth.” It really did. and speaking of fitting... “You know where else it fits, don’t you, Benton?” I was ready to explode.

So was Ben from the looks of it. He was speechless now. Maybe not even breathing too good. “I want you to fuck me when we get home, Ben. I want you to bend me over the couch or push me against the door, maybe just shove me down on my knees and pound me to the ground. Will you do that, Ben? Promise me you’ll do that when we get home?” God, I was going nuts.

“Yes, yes, Ray. I promise!” And he would - Ben didn’t break promises. He might break my door getting into the apartment tonight, but only in the line of duty for me.

“I’m gonna come, Ben. Just thinking about your cock up my ass is gonna make me come.” I was gulping for air.

I couldn’t watch him anymore. I was lost in my head, I think, so it took me a couple seconds to realize that the car wasn’t moving, that Ben was. Didn’t realize it until I felt his mouth meet up with my fingers at the base of my dick.

I lost it then - had one hand just resting on the top of his head while I felt his throat working along the length of my prick as he swallowed me. I can’t do that. Take him that deep, I mean. But he can take all of me, which is good, because that’s what I want to give him.

He didn’t spill a drop, didn’t come either, though he told me later it was only because he squeezed himself hard enough to stop it.

“Why’d you do that, Ben? I wanted you to come.”

“I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep...“ He smiled at me, and reached into the back seat for my jacket.

“Call Mrs. Vecchio, Ray. I’m certain she won’t mind watching Diefenbaker another day.”

He hit 67 all the way home.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Pictures of Lily by the Who

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*wibble*

I was going to quote one bit, then another, then another, then I gave up. The whole thing is brilliantly funny, and amazingly hot, and so in character. What a lovely midnight snack!

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