Open Highway

Chapter 15 - The End...

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 03:50:50 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*15*

I ran up to the church, stopping when a steady flood of people started streaming out of the church, some looking sad, others looking flustered, and still others looking…relieved. Hmm…

I overlooked them all, looking for one face in particular, until I saw him. “You!” I yelled, watching his head snap up and his eyes grow wide with fear and surprise. “You little…” I walked over to him and stood in front of him and he shook his head in disbelief. I was about to finish my sentence with every bad word I could think of or make up, when I noticed how upset he looked. “Um…you okay, Joel?” He shook his head again and hugged me, and we were both quiet for a moment, but then I had to know. “I uh…I saw a car…”

“Yeah,” he answered, pulling back and taking a deep breath. “That was Cecilia and Matt.”

Blink. “Matt?”

He didn't say anything at first, only turned a bright red. “Deepree,” he mumbled so that I couldn't understand him.

“What!?” I asked, confused and wondering what the fuck a Deepree was.

“The. Priest, Benji. The priest!”

And with that said, he threw his head back, and, had he not been so upset, I would've laughed. That was just too ironic. I would've also said “Told ya so!” But, well, there would be time for that later. “Damn,” I said, shoving my hands in my pockets. “So…the wedding's off?”

He looked at me again, his eyes cursing me out for a moment, and then he grinned and shook his head. “You're such an asshole. Yes, the wedding's off.” Pause. “How the fucking hell did you get here, anyway?”

It was my turn to look sad, as I thought of the last 4 days and how much had changed in so short a time frame. “I uh, I hitchhiked with this trucker cross-country. He was cool…” I grinned, sucking on my lip ring.

“You did what!?” he yelled, shocking me out of my remembrance. “What the hell!? Do you know how dangerous that is!? I mean, truckers, man! They're…they're like guys in prison! Did he do anything to you?” I blinked at him, trying my damnedest not to laugh. “Answer me!”

“No, Joel!” I laughed. “I told you…he was cool.” I looked around for a second, seeing the bike discarded on the side of the church, and I suddenly got the craziest idea… “Joel…I uh…I'm not going home.” He stared at me for a second, then I decided it would be best to rephrase. “Well…I might…sooner or later. But…there's something I have to do.” I went over to the bike and put on the helmet, settling myself on the seat.

“Whoa! Hold on!” Joel said, running over to me. “What the fuck? How do you expect me to get home?” I smiled at him and his jaw dropped. “No. Oh hell no! I'm not hitchhiking all the way to Maryland!” He crossed his arms as if that would stop me, and I shrugged.

“Shouldn't have slashed my tires.” And on that note, I was off. I heard him tell me I would never make it, wherever I was going, and he said the reason, but I couldn't hear that part.

But I wish I had.

Halfway to my destination, the bike stopped, and I looked down to see that it was on empty. “Shit!” I screamed, jumping off of it and kicking it hard, hurting myself in the process. “Shit…I'm never gonna get to the drop off point now. Fuck!” I sat down on the bike, which was turned over on its side, and put my head in my hands. This just wasn't happening…

But it was, and for two hours, all I did was sit there, trying to figure out what to do. I was tired, I was hungry, I was hot, and I felt like I was going to die. I felt so bad, that my mind started playing tricks on me, and I could've sworn that the front of that eighteen wheeler looked really familiar…

My heart jumped. No fucking way…it couldn't be. It was… I jumped up, my heart racing a million miles a second, and waved him down, a huge smile on my face. I saw him squint at me, then his eyes went wide as he stopped, right in the middle of the highway. Laughing, I ran over to him and stood by the passenger side door, ignoring the car horns and choice words from the other drivers.

He opened the door and looked down at me, shaking his head. “Get your ass in here before you get hit by a car.”

I grinned and hopped up, settling in the passenger seat like I owned it. I looked around at the familiar interior of the cab, and wondered why the hell Id ever gotten out.

He looked at the motorcycle, asked if he wanted to know, and I assured him that he didn't. After a slight chuckle from him, he asked, “Did he marry that girl?”

Finally, I was able to laugh about what all had happened. “She ran away with the priest.”

He laughed, a hearty, full laugh that made me smile and laugh more. "The poor guy. You shouldn't have left him all alone."

“Well, that's what happens when you slash my tires and make me hitchhike across the fucking country...no matter how happy it made me,” I said, smiling at him.

"I should really stop and thank him, because you're the best delivery I ever made." Oh, that was cute. Cheesy, but cute.

Blushing, I simply responded “That's not necessary...he needs to focus on how he's getting home.” And knowing him, that would take a good while to figure out.

For a moment, he was quiet, then thoughtfully, he looked over at me. “Speaking of home…where exactly are you headed?”

I grinned and leaned over, catching his lips with mine and kissing him softly. “Wherever the road takes us.”

THE END….or is it?

Joel walked down the highway, his hands in his pockets and his head down, mumbling about how much he would kill his brother if it was the last thing he ever did. Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle cut through the silence, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he turned, thinking maybe it was Benji coming to his rescue. He smiled evilly as the motorcycle slowed down, but the smile faded when the driver took off his helmet. It wasn't Benji.

“Hey,” the stranger said. "Looks like you could use a ride." He extended his hand to Joel. "I'm Wade."

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Chapter 14

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 03:02:03 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*14*

Lars' POV

* We didn't stay with Tim that night. After... after that, I sent Benji to the truck, going back inside to retrieve our things. Tim hadn't been very happy. Apparently he witnessed the event that took place on his very own car hood. He demanded that I choose right then and there. Him or Benji. I told him I'd always cherish his friendship over the years, but that I was behind schedule on my run, and had to leave. I didn't exactly choose, but I left. With Benji.

I wasn't sure how I felt really. Being with Benji had been one of the most amazing experiences in my entire lifetime, as corny as that sounds. I don't know if it was the storm, the intensity, the need... or just him. All I knew is that if I had it to do all over again, I wouldn't have changed a thing. Not even that awkward nearly painful moment when Benji's foot slipped and...

A crack of thunder jolted me back to the present as I realized I was lying in my bunk, Benji curled against me, nearly all the way on top of me. We had opted for spending the night in the truck... in my bunk. It wasn't exactly built for two, or if it had been, the manufacturer designed it for a nice, supple woman's body to lie next to mine. Not the perfect masculine body in my arms.

Careful not to wake Benji, I moved to the driver's seat and stretched a little, checking my time. I could get us to Los Angeles in time for Benji to stop his brother's wedding, but I'd be over three hours late for my own stop. I glanced back at him, sleeping so peacefully, a small smile on his lips. I'd just have to be late this time.

Nearly three hours later, we arrived at the Church. Benji had used his caller ID to locate Joel on our second day of driving. I used my map to figure out which Church was closest to where Joel had called from. Simple really.

I glanced at the Church and sighed. Everyone was already inside apparently, but there was a small disturbance as a car sped away from the back of the Church. I took that as a sign to wake Benji. "Benji." I shook him gently. "Benji, wake up. We're here." I ended up smacking his ass before he finally got up.

"Already?" he asked, looking out the window as he sat down on the passenger side.

"Yeah, I let you sleep a while, trying to make up some time." I answered.

Benji pushed his bangs out of his eyes. "Aren't you gonna be late for your drop off?"

"I already am, but it's okay," I told him. "Getting you here in time was more important." I reached over and combed my fingers through his hair, making it look less like he stumbled out of my bed. "Now go. Talk to your brother."

"Will I ever see you again?" Benji asked, his eyes tearing up.

~~Every night in your dreams, just like I'll see you.~~ "Maybe," I said. "You never know where life will lead you." Liar. It led me to him.

He threw himself against me, and I hugged him close to me as he whispered against my neck. "I don't wanna go."

"You have to," I told him. "It's time for me to go."

I swallowed hard as he pulled back after placing a soft kiss to my neck. "Okay." He hopped down out of the truck, then looked back at me. "Hey Lars?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget me."

"I won't."

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Don't forget me. His words kept playing back over and over again the next two hours as I drove to my drop off. What was I doing? He loved me. He said so. Screamed it really. So, why did I just leave him? Why didn't I tell him I'd be back for him? Because I have nothing to offer him but this old truck and an open highway. That's why.

"Hey, Lars, Old Man," Nelson greeted me as I stepped down out of the cab. "Running a little late, eh?"

I sighed and nodded, scribbling in my log before handing it over to him. I tried not to be nervous as he read over it, but he'd see the hotel rooms and the stop last night and...

"Who was he?" Nelson asked. "Tim?"

"No," I answered. "He was... he was just... a kid who needed a ride." We walked inside.

Nelson raised an eyebrow. He knew me too well. "Uh huh, and that's why you look like someone just died," he said. "Shit, Man, where did you leave him?"

"Los Angeles."

"Well, go and get him back."

"I can't."

"Why the fuck not?"

"I have nothing to offer him."

"You have yourself. I'm sure that's all he ever wanted."

All he ever wanted... I recall Benji's angry words as he screamed at me, and the way he triggered those feelings deep inside of me... feelings I didn't think I'd ever feel again. "Shit."

Nelson chuckled and scribbled something down in the logs, handing it back to me. "I'll see you next month, Lars."

I nodded, grabbed my log and went back outside to check on the truck, making sure they had unhooked the first trailer and attached the second one. "She ready?" I asked, and I got the okay to pull out. I climbed in and opened my log book, smiling at what I saw. Nelson cut two hours from it, giving me plenty of time to get back to Los Angeles before I had to start for Las Vegas.

I wouldn't forget him.

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Chapter 13

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 02:07:58 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*13*

Benji's POV

I went outside, getting soaked clear through almost instantly, and I was cold. I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and they all came out at once, as if a dam had broken and flooded out of my eyes with vengeance. It was more out of frustration and anger than anything, but I was so confused and hurt, that I wasn’t even sure what the exact reason for my crying was.

Of course, I had nowhere to go, and it was storming worse than I had expected, so I just went to the only logical place I could think of: behind the truck. It wasn’t dry, and there was nothing to shelter me, but it was somewhere I could go and just cry, and maybe filter out some of the shit I was feeling.

I hadn’t heard the door open, and I barely heard Lars over the rain, but I did hear him. “Benji!” He sounded scared. “Benji!” I hugged myself, hoping he wouldn’t find me. But alas, I was probably the easiest person in the world to figure out, and he found me in no time. “Benji?” No, it’s the Queen of Sheba… “Benji, I'm sorry about Tim. He can be a real asshole sometimes." He stepped closer. "Please come back inside.” He was talking loudly over the rain, and he was dripping wet, making it hard to say no to him because he just looked so damn good. But I shook my head, not wanting to even think about going back in that damn house. “This isn't the time or place to have this conversation! We should go inside."

The knot in my throat exploded, as did I, and I didn’t hold anything back. “Then go inside!” I yelled, literally pushing him away. He looked a little shocked at first, but it was quickly replaced with confusion. “Go! Go to him, Lars! He’s what you want, right? I mean, all I ever was to you was a hand job…and probably a sloppy one at that! He’s the fucking love of your life, and I can’t compete with that! So just…just go!”

He stumbled backwards a bit, his own eyes narrowed in frustration and anger. "What the hell are you talking about!?” he yelled. “I don't fucking want Tim! I don't fucking want you! I just want to fucking be alone!" He shook his head and walked away quickly, and for a moment I almost just let him walk out of my life, hoping that somehow I’d forget about him.

Almost.

“Fine Lars! You win!” I yelled after him, stepping out from behind the truck and throwing my arms up in defeat. “Be alone! Just like you’ve been alone for nine fucking years! And I’ll do my best to pretend I don’t love you!”

He stopped, probably out of shock, and turned around slowly. The wind and rain whipped around me, and all I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the beating of my heart, and for a long few minutes, all we did was stare each other down like two characters from an old western. I became conscious of my chest heaving, and the fact that my throat was dry, so, as he advanced towards me, I swallowed hard, unsure of what was about to happen.

When he reached me, he grabbed me and pulled me to him roughly, and his lips crashed onto mine. I grabbed onto his arms, as my knees had buckled slightly, and kissed him back, shivering from the cold and the fact that his tongue was in my mouth and he was pushing us together so hard that I could feel him getting hard, which, in turn, made me hard as well. He pulled me around and sorta slammed me up against the side of the truck, pinning my arms against it and holding onto my wrists as I moaned and slid down a little, willing to let him do whatever he wanted.

He broke the kiss, but kept his face close to mine as he reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head and kissed my neck, then my shoulder, and finally, trailing his tongue from my collar bone to my chest, flicking it over my nipple and making me gasp. The rain fell around us, but it didn’t feel cold anymore. I was too hot, too turned on, to feel it as the droplets stung my bare skin and dripped from my hair onto his as he kneeled down in front of me and kissed and lapped at my stomach while I watched, breathless and eager.

He stood up again and looked around frantically, and I looked up at him, drawing my eyebrows together and looking around with him to try and see exactly what he was looking for. Then he grinned and took my hand, pulling me over to…Tim’s car? The fuck? “Lars?”

Smiling at me, he pulled me around to the front, and nudged me slightly so that I sat on the hood, watching as he took his shirt off, and focusing on one drop in particular that traveled down his chest until it reached the base of his pants and disappeared. Using my arms to hold me up, a daunting task, as the hood was slippery, I leaned forward and his lips met mine again while he fumbled with his pants. Then I pulled back. “Wait. Here?” I looked at the car, then at him, and saw him nod.

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Lightning flashed as he pushed into me, him standing in front of me, and myself sprawled out on the hood of a car that belonged to someone I didn’t even know, and I bit hard on my lip, trying to focus on it rather than the pain that was shooting through my lower body. He was being gentle, more gentle than I’m sure anyone else would be, and he kept his eyes locked to mine, telling me silently to relax and go with him, and I tried my hardest.

But, I digress. Have you any idea how almost impossible it is to have sex on a car hood? Especially one that’s already slick from the rain? Well, I’ll tell you right now, it was no picnic at first, and until he was all the way inside, his cock buried to the hilt, I was uncomfortable as all hell. But after that, I fell back, leaning on my elbows for support and watched as he pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. I still flinched every now and then from the discomfort, but the rhythm he had picked up was mesmerizing, and I watched him move in and out, until finally the pain was gone and all I could feel was a strange dizziness accompanied by fulfillment. I bit my lip, letting my teeth graze my ring, and I pushed downwards as he pushed up, and he hit something that made me sit up straighter and my eyes shoot open. “Ack! Do that again,” I told him, my breath temporarily caught in my throat.

He licked his lips and thrust into me at a different angle, hitting the thing again, and I grabbed onto his arm panting heavily. “Oh my God, Lars,” I whimpered, using my hips to grind down onto him again. He steadied himself and let me take the lead for a moment, watching the way I slid down onto him and came back up, and I was able to keep it up for a good while…until my foot slipped and I almost fell off the car.

I grinned and blushed when he grabbed my hips. He smiled back and leaned in to kiss me sweetly as he once again took over, pumping into me slowly, then speeding it up, making sure that... that…thing was hit every time, until I was writhing and pushing against him again.

Groaning, I threw my head back and bit my lip, jerking my hips upward to meet his thrust, then leveled my head again, shaking my head and getting rid of some of the excess water that kept dripping in my eyes and obscuring my view. “Lars…I’m…uuugh, I’m close…” I moaned, looking up into his eyes, as he shook his head in much the same way, making little beads of water fly everywhere.

He looked down at my cock for a moment before grabbing it roughly, which, surprisingly enough, didn’t hurt at all, and only felt like fucking perfection when he started pumping me, circling his thumb around the head and jerking me off in time with his hips. I whimpered and gasped as I felt my climax being pulled from me, and with a final jerk of my hips, I screamed his name, cumming hard all over my chest and his hand and laying back in exhaustion, watching him thrust into me a few more times before throwing his head back and spilling into me. It was like liquid fire, and it burned for a moment or two, but I didn’t much care about that, and I tightened as much as I could to help him along.

Afterwards, he just stood there for a moment and we were both panting and dripping wet, my cum long since washed away by the unrelenting rain, and he smiled. Lazily, I smiled back, then managed to sit up so that I could ~~cling to~~ hug him, and he held me there, on the hood of the car, in the pouring down rain. Lightning flashed, and the rain mixed with my tears. I’d never been so happy in my entire life.

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Chapter 12

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 02:04:38 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*12*

Lars' POV

* I won't lie. It was hard to push Benji away, but I knew I had to. He'd go to Los Angeles, stop his brother from screwing up his life, and then they'd go home together. There was no room for me in that picture.

"Lars, get your ass in here!" Tim yelled out to me.

"Shut your fucking hole!" I yelled back, smiling a little. It was good to hear his voice again after almost a year. I still remember the last time we spoke, and he told me that he would always be my friend above anything else. The phone calls stopped shortly after, and I threw out my cell phone, preventing further calls.

Benji trudged in behind me, and I hugged Tim tightly, allowing a moment of memories to wash over me before pulling back to look at him. He grinned. "Fucking look at you," he said. "You're hot as fuck." He touched my face, then patted my stomach. "The road's been good to you. ~~No, it was Benji.~~

"Yeah," I said. I nodded to Benji. "This is the kid I was telling you about. Benji."

Tim turned to look at Benji, looking him up and down, laughing a little. "Hi, I'm Tim."

Benji nodded at him. "Hi..."

"I can see why you picked him up," Tim said. "He's not so bad looking..." He leaned closer, whispering loud enough for Benji to hear. "Does he give good head?"

"Uh..." How do I answer that one? No, but his hand jobs aren't half bad?

Tim raised his eyebrows. "Is there something going on here? I feel some... tension."

"Nothing at all," I said. "I'm going to go get a shower." I walked down the hallway, but didn't go to the bathroom. Instead, I stood there, listening to them talk.

"So, Benji, what are you doing here anyway?" Tim asked.

"I um... I have to get to Los Angeles," Benji answered.

"Uh huh, right," Tim said, laughing a little. "So, did Lars tell you about me?"

"He hasn't mentioned you," Benji said, and I could hear the cringe in his voice. It tugged at my chest.

"I guess talking about the love of your life would be a bit awkward when you're trying to get laid, huh?" Tim asked. What the hell? Love of my life? Tim? The guy I've known most of my life? The same guy who made me face my sexuality, then threw it back in my face?

Benji's answer was laced with anger. "I wouldn't know."

"What? He didn't fuck you?" Tim asked, laughing. "I guess he is still in love with me." There's a brief silence and then... "I'm sorry, Kid. You don't like him, do you?" Do you?

"What's your problem!?" The anger was evident in Benji's voice.

"My problem," Tim said. "Is you. Lars belongs with me. This is our chance to get things right and I'm not going to let some fucking fat ass teenager fuck it up for me." Oh no he didn't...

"Fuck you!" Benji yelled, turning and walking out the door, slamming it behind him.

That's it! "Tim!" I walke dout and glared at him. "What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"What?" he asked. "Come on, Lars. You can't seriously like that boy. He's a fucking kid."

"Fuck.You." I shoved him out of my way and ran out the door...

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Chapter 11

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 02:02:54 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*11*

I woke up when the early morning light shot through the curtain in the room, directly into my eyes. I groaned, turning over and reaching out for Lars, only to find myself alone. Shifting, I leaned on my elbows and looked around the room, seeing Lars putting on a fresh shirt, and I smiled. “Mornin’,” I said, smiling and running my fingers through my hair.

He turned his head, nodding, but not saying a word. I waited and waited for him to respond, but he didn’t. “Um,” I mumbled, sitting up and scratching my neck. “Do I have time to go take a shower?” He nodded. “Er…okay.”

Getting out of bed, I walked over and stood in front of him, smiling at him and standing on the pads of my feet so I could give him a kiss on the cheek. When I looked at him again, I expected him to smile and hug me, or kiss me back, or…something. But no, he just looked at me, and suddenly, I thought maybe last night hadn’t been such a great idea. “Lars?”

“Go get your shower.” He turned away from me, stuffing the rest of his clothes and such into his bag, and walked out the door, no doubt going to put it in the truck.

Sadly, I walked over to my stuff and pulled out a fresh pair of clothes before heading to the bathroom. Why is he acting like that? I thought last night had gone…well, so why is he…I sighed. I didn’t know the answers, but I was hoping it wasn’t because of what I was thinking. He got off. That’s all he wanted.

I finished showering quickly, sure that he wanted to be getting back on the road soon, since we were still making such great time and all, so I threw on my clothes and got my stuff together just as he walked back inside. Once again, I offered him a small smile, and once again, it wasn’t returned. “L…um,” I started, but figured I was just wasting my time. He looked at me, and I shook my head, then followed him out to the truck.

The hours passed like the white lines on the road, quick and blurry, and neither of us said much except for the occasional “You hungry?” and “Wanna put on some music?”, and with every word that wasn’t spoken, I felt more and more angry, more and more used.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Lars…did I…did I do something…wrong last night?”

“Last night was a mistake,” he said flatly.

Ouch. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I couldn’t even stop them. The pain and tightness in my chest was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I’d never been used before, and I’d never really used anyone before, so everything about this was new to me, and it sucked. I couldn’t even form a coherent thought, and I felt dirty and stupid for actually thinking that he cared about me.

In the same monotonous tone he’d been using since I woke up, he informed me that a storm was brewing, and that we should be finding somewhere to stay soon. I barely heard him as I concentrated on picking at my fingernails. “Okay,” I responded, my throat clogged from choking back the tears. I cleared my throat, then asked where we were.

“About to pass through the Mojave Dessert area, and there's one hell of a storm brewing. We're going to have to take a detour down through Victorville." He never took his eyes off the road, so I’m sure he didn’t see me nod. "We won't make a hotel around there, but I... I have a friend in that area. We can stay at his place."

A friend? Yeah, a friend, I’m sure. Like that skinny blonde was a friend… “A friend, huh?” I asked bitterly, glaring at him, but just barely.

“My best friend,” he said, his voice still low and distant. He pulled over at a small, hole-in-the-wall gas station and disappeared, coming back moments later. "His place is about twenty minutes from here. He's expecting us."

“Great,” I responded, trying to sound like I cared and failing miserably.

Time passed, the rain started, and in nineteen minutes and forty-two seconds, we were parked outside of a house. It was one story, and nothing impressive, but it was a place to stay. “Get your bag,” Lars barked at me, and I did, hearing him cuss when he stepped out of the truck, as the wind and rain had picked up a bit.

I jumped out, and the door of the house opened. “Lars! Get your ass in here!” I heard a man’s voice shout.

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Chapter 10

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 01:48:23 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*10*

Lars' POV

* "Turn over," I whispered, running my hand along his side as he did so. He smiled at me, and I almost laughed at his eagerness, but knew that if I did, he'd get self-conscious and possibly pull away from me.

I let my hands roam up and down his thighs and side a moment before shifting my body to lay on my side, my face just inches from his hip. I watched his body shudder a little as my warm breath ghosted across his hip. I looked up at him. The smile was gone, replaced by a somewhat nervous look, and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, playing with his lip ring. So hot.

"Just relax," I told him, "I won't hurt you." He nodded his head, still playing with his lip piercing, his eyes a little wider, watching me so closely that I was afraid if I moved, he'd startle right out of his skin.

So, as slowly as I could, I moved closer, placing a soft kiss to his inner thigh, chuckling softly as his legs spread open a little in silent invitation. I was never one to turn down a good invitation. My left hand slid along his other thigh, up to his stomach, to rest at his pelvic bone, while my right hand slowly curled around his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I looked up at him, making sure it was okay to continue. He was biting that bottom lip now, nodding his head.

I leaned over him, propping myself on my elbow as I let my warm breath caress his throbbing erection before my tongue glided over the very tip of him, collecting a thin string of precum. He tasted sweeter than most men I'd been with, and I figured he probably took good care of his body. Healthy body. Healthy cum. I licked my lips, then closed them over him just a little, using my tongue to swirl over the very defined head of his cock.

He bucked his hips up at me, and his face became more flushed. He was losing control, and I loved it. I opened my mouth, letting him slide further inside, before pulling back, then repeating until I had picked up a good pace. Each time I came up, I'd lick at the head, and each time I went down, I'd suck hard. Within moments Benji was almost thrashing on the bed, incoherent words and moans tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips. I moaned around him, loving the way he looked just then. His eyes went wide, then squeezed shut tightly as he shook with his orgasm, spilling his warm cum down my throat.

When I pulled back to look at him, he was staring down at me, eyes glazed over from his orgasm. I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I moved to lay beside him turning his face to mine, kissing him softly, careful not to force him into tasting himself.

However, he surprised me by kissing me back, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned against him, pressing my neglected erection against his thigh. Oh how I just wanted to bury my cock in his tight ass... "Benji," I rasped. "I need to..." I groaned in frustration. "Need.To.Cum." And that's when his fingers curled around me.

I fell back, letting him move over me a little as he kissed me, licked and sucked at my neck, all the while, keeping a steady pace on my aching cock. I moaned and writhed, arching into his hand, gasping as his tongue flicked across my nipples. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and I knew that if I came like this, there'd be no sex. I didn't care. His touch was all I wanted... all I needed.

"Benji!" I gasped, and I let the orgasm wash over me in warm, welcomed ripples. Afterward, I reached for him, pulling him to me for another kiss. I didn't want to ruin the moment with words, so I reached for the tissues on the night stand and wiped my chest and stomach clean, before pulling him against me, stroking his hair as he curled into my chest with a sigh.

Benji ran his fingers up and down my stomach. "That was nice."

I kept stroking his hair. "Mmhmm, very nice."

A few moments passed before Benji spoke again. "You're a tease, you know that?"

"Me? A tease? How do you figure?" I asked, my hand going still.

"The tongue down the back thing and then the hesitating before you actually did anything...gah, you were making me all...anxious and stuff," he said.

"I'll try not to tease so much next time."

"Oh no, that's not necessary...I rather enjoyed it."

Suddenly, I felt the need to tell him how I felt. It had been such a long time since I felt anything towards another person. I pushed him onto his back, moving to lean over him. "I think I might actually like you," I said. It didn't come out exactly as I wanted it to, but it was a start.

Benji looked slightly confused by my statement, but he smiled. "Thanks?"

Thanks? I sighed and rolled to my back. That was not the reaction I was looking for. I was stupid to even think he was interested in me beyond a good time between Maryland and California. He was just a kid, and I was an old man. A foolish old man falling in love.

"What's wrong?" he asked me, turning to look at me.

I closed my eyes, blocking out his beautiful face. "Nothing. I'm tired. Now go to sleep." I felt him move, knew he turned away from me, and I did the same. I wasn't sure what I expected, but I was glad that I hadn't taken things further. It was obvious that it was just something new and exciting for Benji. It had nothing to do with me. I could have been any fucking trucker. He didn't like me.... at least not the way I was starting to like him...
But maybe it was best this way. He was too young for me, and a trucker's life was all I had to offer him. Yeah, it was definitely better this way...

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Chapter 9

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 01:46:15 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*9*

Benji's POV

“What do you think of your dad now?”

I stared in amazement at the man in front of me. I didn’t know who it was, but it sure as hell wasn’t the same guy who went into that bathroom. Carefully, I got up off of the bed, afraid that if I moved too fast, it would just be a mirage and would disappear, and I went to him, barely breathing the whole time. “Lars…” I whispered, my jaw slack with surprise.

The shy, uncertain look he gave me made it clear that he didn’t know if I was happy about it or not, and I guessed I must have had a pretty blank look going on. I loved it, I did, but I couldn’t seem to be able to grasp the concept that it was really him. Bringing my hand up, I touched his face, and the skin that met my fingers was soft and damp, and I knew that it wasn’t a mirage. It wasn’t fake. It wasn’t a really crappy joke. It was real, and he was fucking gorgeous.

His eyes looked twice as big as before, his lips looked more inviting than ever, and I just couldn’t stop staring at him. After a minute or two of gawking like a complete moron, I smiled and even sort of laughed a little. “Jesus Christ, you look amazing!” I stepped back, looking at the full package, and feeling something twitch between my legs. Oh shit…not now…

He blushed. Too cute. “Shut up, you’re making me fucking blush…and stop looking at me like that!” Like what? ~~Like I want to lick every inch of you and let you defile me?~~

I swallowed hard and grinned at him, turning around so I could hide the bulge that was gracing the front of my pants. I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I heard him walk over to the dresser. “I guess I should do something about the hair, too, huh?”

“Whatever, man,” I said, turning my head to grin at him. “You’d look hot either way.”

“What are you doing?”

Uh… “Uh…nothing,” I said, not being able to come up with any decent story just then.

He walked over to me, and I closed my eyes, hoping he hadn’t seen it. But, again, with the thinking that way… He turned me around gently and rubbed his cheek up to mine slowly, and I swear I think I stopped breathing. “So,” he said, his voice low and his breath sifting over my neck, “does it still tickle?”

I tensed up at his words and started to shiver, my breathing coming out very shaky. “Uh…it…no, it…it feels good…”

Next thing I knew, his lips touched my cheek and his hand went around to pull me closer, finally resting on the small of my back. “And what about this?” he asked, kissing my neck softly.

I felt myself start to stiffen more, and I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my mouth. I shuddered harder, and almost chewed another hole straight through my bottom lip. “Lars…” I whispered, my mind racing with thoughts about how much I wanted… something. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted to touch him back, I wanted to get off with him…I wanted…him.

Suddenly, I became aware that there was a hardness pressing against my hardness and my mind swirled. He pulled me still closer, and looked in my eyes, our noses almost touching. “What?”

I tried to talk, really I did, but at that moment, there really wasn’t anything to say. So, instead, I leaned in and kissed him hard, all of the sexual frustration I’d been keeping pent up coming out all at once in one fervid kiss, my hands going around his neck.

He kissed me back, deeper and more determined than my kiss was, and I wondered how much more he wanted this. Within seconds, he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and moaned when my own tongue lashed back at his, fighting for room in the small, wet orifice. I slid my tongue along his, using ever trick in the book that I’d picked up over the years, and grinded my hips into his, wanting to feel the friction of the two of us pressed together.

It was wonderful, it was perfect, it was…over as soon as it started, as, once again, he pulled away from me. Why did he always do that!? “Benji, wait,” he panted, his face flushed and his half closed. His lips were swollen, which made me want to kiss him even more, but I resisted. “If we don’t stop now…I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

Blink. “That’s kinda the point,” I said, grinning and slipping my hand under his shirt. I needed contact, any contact, and I found myself kissing his shoulder through the soft material of the shirt he was wearing.

Groaning, he grabbed my hand to stop me, and I was so close to just throwing him down and doing…something that it wasn’t even funny. “Are you sure?” Oh, he looked very serious. I loved it, how he cared so much. It made me feel better about everything, I guess. “I want you to be sure about this.”

I blinked for a second, weighing my options and thinking about any consequences that might spring up somewhere down the line…but fuck it. I wanted this, damnit.

Within two minutes, we had our clothes off and throw to random parts of the room, and he was on top of me on the bed, kissing me deeply. I ran my hands up and down his back and sides, kissing him back and feeling giddy and lightheaded. He told me to turn over, and, with slight hesitation, I did, wondering how this was going to feel.

I felt his breath on my neck and I smiled, leaning on my elbows and putting my head down on my folded hands. Then I felt what could’ve only been his tongue, starting at the base of my neck and traveling down my back, making me arch into the bed and I smiled wider. That felt really cool. He stopped at the small of my back, blowing a small stream of air over where his tongue had been, and I shivered and arched again.

“Turn over."

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Chapter 8

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 19:07:40 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

Lars' POV

*8*

* I don't know why I did it. Maybe it was because I felt bad for what happened at the truck stop. Maybe it was because I was curious. Maybe it was because I... liked him. Whatever it was, I had kissed him. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it was enough to taste him and learn the feel of his lips... the feel of his lip ring... I had noticed it long ago of course, but paid no attention, because I'd seen and felt many of those in the past nine years.

The time passed quickly for me as I listened to Benji talk about his twin brother. There was a closeness there that I envied. I was never close to anyone in my life. Well, anyone but Tim. I guess he was the closest I had to a brother, best friend, or lover. He was all of those to me. I thought he was my life. It's funny how one little incident can change everything.

Like the kiss with Benji...

"So, how do you plan on stopping this wedding anyway?" I asked.

"Oh, I plan on doing it in true mellow dramatic style. I wait in the back, the dude says that famous line, and first I bitch him out for slashing my tires, then I try to talk him out of the madness." He answered.

"The dude?" I laughed. "Have you ever considered that your brother is doing what's right for him?"

"No. Joel's always been spur of the moment, then he ends up hating himself for doing what he does." He explained.

I thought about the kiss and... "Spur of the moment isn't always a bad thing."

Benji smiled. "Heh...yeah. but...this is so...permanent. Joel'll hate himself, trust me."

"I do trust you," I said. I noticed the hotel sign up ahead. "What do you say we get a room and just relax tonight? I'm tired of driving and we're making good time anyway."

"Sounds good to me, man," he said, so we pulled in and went inside.

The lady at the desk looked up and smiled as I approached. "Hi, we need a room for tonight."

"Will you be needing an extra bed for your son, Sir?" she asked.

Son? Son? "Uh, no, one bed is fine. He's not my son."

Her smile faded and was replaced by a look of disgust. "Fine. Here's your key. Enjoy your stay."

I took the key and walked to the elevator, Benji right behind me. I turned on him. "Don't you dare laugh." He tried his best not to, but then called me Daddy, and I had to know. "Do I really look that old?" I asked.

Benji tilted his head to the side as if he was studying me. "Um...you look...older than what you are. If you didn't...I don't know...maybe if you didn't have that beard you'd look your age..."

"The beard, really?" I asked, stroking it. "I guess I never really gave it much thought before." We stepped off the elevator.

"Yeah...I really didn't either until earlier," he said, smiling, "it tickled.. and was... scratchy."

I opened the door to our room, letting Benji inside. "Tickled huh?" I asked, turning from closing the door, only to end up almost chest to chest with Benji. I couldn't resist the urge to touch him in some way, so I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against his. "What? This tickles?"

He pushed me away, laughing. "Well not THAT! That just felt weird!"

I smiled. "I'm gonna hit the shower, try not to bounce on the bed and don't be turning on any bad channels, Son."

"Sure thing, Dad."

His laughter was still in my head as I carried my bag into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, then stepped out, staring at my reflection. Then I picked up the electric clippers I carried with me. Maybe it was time for the beard to go...

And ten minutes later, it was gone. I stared at myself. "Who are you?" I whispered, barely recognizing myself. I left my hair hanging down, giving me bangs of sort, then stepped out of the bathroom. "So, what do you think of your Dad now?" I asked...

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Chapter 7

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 19:06:21 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*7*

*Benji’s POV*

Okay, I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t hurt…walking in on Lars and that skinny as fuck blonde guy. All I could think was that, were I to even, you know, like guys or whatever, I’d never have a chance with him. It’s not like it came as a shock that he liked skinny blondes…hell, most guys do. But I really thought he wasn’t like that. I really didn’t think he was gay, either, so I was all around wrong.

After we left the truck stop, not much was said as we went down highway after highway; my eyes glued to the side and the passing trees and power lines, and his on the road ahead. I couldn’t look at him, not just yet. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him, I just didn’t have anything to say. No, scratch that, I had a lot of things I wanted to say, just not the right words. Every time I thought of saying something, I thought of how I would say it, and it sounded like an attack, even to me. So, I vouched for keeping quiet. I was still a little shaken up that he’d be that…I don’t know, forward, maybe, but something in me knew that if he wanted to hurt me or do anything to me, he would’ve done it by now.

I slouched further in the seat, crossing my arms and putting my left leg over my right, trying to stay as far away from him as I could. Impossible, yes. I turned my attention to the glove compartment, and could see him looking at me every once in a while out of the corner of my eye, and I could tell that either he was struggling to find words too, or he was waiting for me to say something.

Eventually, with a combination of the lack of conversation, and the humming of passing cars, and the steady way the truck was rolling, I felt myself dozing off. I shook my head quickly, trying to wake myself up, but I knew the only thing that would keep me awake was talking. With a sigh and my eyes still averted, I asked in barely a whisper, “Where are we?”

He looked startled that I’d finally decided to speak, and I could tell by the way he talked that he was feeling pretty crappy about what had happened. “We'll be crossing into Illinois soon.” He paused, looked down at a bag I hadn’t paid much attention to up until then, picked it up, then continued, "I forgot. I got you a sandwich and a soda to go."

Well, that was decent. I reached out cautiously and took it, flinching slightly when our fingers brushed, and mumbled a small “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry about what happened back there,” he said, his eyes back on the road, “I don’t know what…I would never…I just…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

I looked inside the bag, listening to what he was saying, but focusing on the sandwich on the same time. It was the number two I had mentioned looked tasty. I grinned. “It wasn’t the touching…it was the way it was done.”

He was confused. I didn’t have to look at him to be able to tell. “Not the touching…wait…are you saying…I mean…are you…” Come on, spit it out, honey… “Are you gay?” Very good.

I shrugged and took a bite. “I don’t know, I’ve um,” swallow, “I’ve never really thought about it. I had a crush on a guy once, but I didn’t know if that qualified.”

“I think it does. Qualify, I mean.”

“Well, I guess…I guess I’m more curious than anything.”

“I guess I sort of ruined that for you back there…”

“No…you didn’t really ruin it for me. I was just a little spooked is all.” I lifted my head long enough to see him pulling onto the side of the road, and I thought maybe something had happened, and, with my lack of knowledge about trucks, I hadn’t noticed. I looked over at him, seeing the way he was looking at me, and my insides fluttered slightly. “What…what’re you doing?”

“I wish I knew,” he said thoughtfully, looking torn between his feelings. He leaned over and cupped my face with his hand, and I couldn’t help but lean into it. “I wanna kiss you.”

I looked at his lips for a second, noticing their fullness, and how soft they looked, then I looked in his eyes, which were full of…everything. He was confused, he was worried, he was…he was scared, but not really. It’s hard to explain exactly what I saw. “Then do it,” I said.

He hesitated, looking unsure, then he leaned in and our lips met. At first, I tightened up a bit, the sensation being a bit new to me, but then I kissed him back. It was a chaste kiss, almost, but it was just like I expected it to be. His lips, well, they were soft, and I liked the way they felt on mine. It just felt…right. Natural, even. And he tasted…salty. Like, sweat had formed on his bottom lip, and I could taste it. It was great.

The only thing I didn’t like was…the beard. That definitely needed to go. But, the kiss, that’s what’s important. My stomach lurched, but in a good way, and I felt lightheaded when his lips pressed even harder to mine, and he parted his lips just enough to tug on my bottom lip. I was just about to slide my tongue against his lip, when he pulled back. I could feel him looking at me, but I couldn’t find it in me to move, so for a moment, I stayed where I was, my eyes closed. “Um,” I said, his lips still close enough to mine for me to feel his breath, “We should, um…we should keep moving.”

I licked my lips, still being able to taste him quite vividly, and nodded, sitting back and opening my eyes again. I couldn’t get over how incredible that was. And it wasn’t even a kiss, kiss! “Yeah…that’d…probably be for the best…” I stuttered, my breathing returning to normal.

As if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, he pulled the truck back onto the highway, and I tried with all my might not to let him see me smiling like a schoolgirl.

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Chapter 6

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 19:04:53 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

Lars' POV

*6*

* I'm only human, right? Is it my fault that I woke up this morning and nearly came all over the bed sheets when I saw Benji spread wantonly beside me on the bed?Benji. Right... I looked over at him, at the way his eyes were wide and full off excitement as he took in the scenery along the more secluded stretch of highway we were now on. He was just a kid. Barely out of his teens. I had no right to be thinking about him the way I was.

But I was.

There was only one way to solve my problem. So, I suggested it was time for lunch. I'd been driving close to four hours now, and I was getting a little hungry myself. Only, I wanted more than a Big Mac or Whopper. I wanted Sweet Lou's Cajun Cafe', because what they served up on the side was the only thing that would help me now.

We pulled into the parking lot, and I surveyed the vehicles and other trucks. It looked
like we were a bit late for the lunch rush, which was probably better for me anyway... We sat down and the waitress placed two glasses of water on the table for us, then asked if we needed menus. I said we did and she handed us each one. I asked her if there were any Trucker Specials, and she sighed and replied, "Six. Just came in. Nice and fresh." Then she walked away and Benji was staring at his menu, no doubt looking for the number six special. Poor kid.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, passing booth number six and shooting the lanky blonde a quick glance, jerking my head a little. I didn't have to turn around to know he was following me. I opened the bathroom door and went to the far wall, leaning against it, breathing heavy already. It had been a long time for me. Too damn long.

"You wanna fuck me, or do you want me to suck you off?" he asked, and I think I saw him yawn directly after he asked. Just get it over with so you can make it through three more days... I recognized him, too, which didn't help matters. His name was Quinn and he was one of Sweet Lou's regulars. I had always liked his long blonde bangs and that talented tongue...

I didn't bother answering with words. I just opened my pants, dropped them, and waited for him. With a smirk, he knelt down in front of me, expertly teasing me before taking me into his hot, wet mouth. I couldn't suppress the moans that were rolling out of me. I closed my eyes and started imagining Benji. I couldn't help it. It was so vivid and real, that when I opened my eyes, I swore I saw him standing there.

Oh fuck. He was.

"Benji," I rasped, but it was too late. I was cumming down the blonde's throat and couldn't form a word if I had to. I grabbed his head as I jerked forward with a final spurt, and when I could see clearly again, I saw that Benji was gone. I pushed Quinn away, pulled up my pants, and dug in my wallet for a twenty dollar bill. I pushed it into his hand with a mumbled thanks, and quickly walked back out. I walked over to the booth and slid in just as the waitress showed up to take our orders. "We're not ready," I told her, and she walked away, rolling her eyes. I turned to look at Benji, but he was staring at his menu intently. "Um, about what you saw back there..."

Benji looked up from his menu. "What 'da ya mean?"

I cleared my throat, hating that he was making me say it out loud. "I should have told you. " I'm gay ~~and I want to fuck your innocent little brains out.~~

"It's cool. You're into guys, whatever. What do I care?" His indifference pisses me off.

"Right. You shouldn't care. After all, it's part of your future," I said. Ha! Think about that for a while.

He looks up at me again. "And it's been part of my past for the last day or so. it hasn't really seemed to matter up 'til now." Then he looks back down.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well...unless within the last ten minutes you decided you were gay...or...bi or whatever you are...you've been gay this whole time. it's never affected anything, so what's the point in getting all worked up?"

Something about his attitude is pissing me off. I wanted him to be hurt. I wanted him to be shocked. I wanted him to have some kind of reaction. "That's it. Get up." I stood up and glared down at him. "You can start paying your fucking way right now, right here."

Wide, confused, even frightened brown eyes met mine as he stood up. "Uh... I..."

I grabbed his arm and started dragging him to the bathroom, where I kicked open the door, shoved him inside and up against the wall. I don't know what I was thinking, but suddenly I had his pants undone and I was grabbing his semi-hard cock in my hand. His innocent, frightened plea stabbed at my chest like a knife.

"Lars! Don't!"

Fuck. "Fuck." I let go of him and stepped back, chest heaving, cock hard, face flushed. "Go get in the truck. We're leaving." I watched him all but run from me, and I cursed myself for being such a bastard, but after all, wasn't that why everyone left me? Tim. Diane. Even that kid three summers ago in Chicago... You really fucked up now, Lars...

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Chapter 5

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 19:02:39 GMT

Author: sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*5*

Benji's POV

An obnoxious beeping woke me up, and I turned to hit the alarm clock to make it stop. I opened my eyes and looked at the time, noticing that not only was it six o’clock in the morning, but that…that wasn’t my alarm clock. I sat up, looking around frantically and wondering where the hell I was, only to have everything rush back to me at once. Oh yeah. Joel. California. Hitchhiking. Rain. Lars. Lars?

I got up out of bed, and went to the small, shabby bathroom, seeing it unoccupied. “Lars?” I called. No answer. This whole calling-out-to-nothing-and-getting-no-response thing was getting really old. I ran to the window and looked out, seeing that his truck wasn’t where it was the night before, and I stepped back in disbelief. He left me… “No!” I yelled, kicking some random thing and throwing myself on the bed. “Shit, now what am I gonna do?” I asked myself, pulling my hands over my face and laying backwards. I felt tears sting my eyes but I brushed them away hurriedly. Crying never helped anybody. My father taught me that.

Suddenly, the door opened and I sat up quickly to see what was going on. There was Lars, dressed and ready to hit the road, but holding a bag of…McDonalds! Food! Thank you God! I jumped up and jogged over to him while he put the bag down on the table, and, in my relief, temporarily lost my mind and I threw myself on him in a big hug. “You didn’t leave,” I said, my arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

I felt him tighten up as if he were incredibly uncomfortable, which I sure he was. "Uh, no, I just went to get some breakfast, figured you'd be hungry as hell when you woke up." With that said, he pulled away and stepped back.

What the hell were you thinking!? I scolded myself inwardly. “Uh, yeah I am. Thanks,” I answered, sitting down at the tiny table and pulling out one of those McFluffy bacon, egg, and cheese things. Hell if I know what they’re really called.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower now. I didn't get one yet because I was afraid I'd wake you." Quickly, he ducked into the bathroom, and I picked at my sandwich, my brain taking off in a flurry of things I honestly shouldn’t have been thinking about. Lars is in the shower. He’s all…naked and wet and stuff. Wait, why do I care? I don’t like guys! I never liked guys before…give or take that blonde guy in Chicago a few summers ago…but that didn’t really count. But this counts…why am I thinking about him like that? Cause he’s hot, maybe. No! Guys aren’t hot, they’re…they’re attractive. I don’t like guys. Nope, not me. In record time, the bathroom door opened and Lars stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel, and walked over to his bag, getting out a pair of clothes.

For a moment all I could do was blink at him, noticing for the first time that, hell, he had a nice body. After a few more random thoughts about how much I wanted him to drop the towel, he asked there was something wrong with my breakfast. “No! No, breakfast is great,” I answered, again prodding at my sandwich and hoping he hadn’t thought anything of my staring at him. Obviously he hadn’t, as he dropped the towel from around his waist to step into a pair of boxers, causing me to choke a bit.

“You gonna shower before we go?” he asked, as he finished getting dressed. I nodded and jumped up, walking to my bag, which we had strategically placed by the air conditioner so my stuff could dry, then walked into the bathroom.

Turning the water on, I could hear him moving around outside, and the flash of his completely naked body shot through my mind. I closed my eyes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water coast down my chest. I shuddered and looked down, realizing that thinking about him had made me hard. This isn’t happening, I thought. But yes, yes it was, and there was no use stopping it.

I leaned against the wall and grabbed hold of my dick, stroking it slowly at first and imagining Lars’ body still slightly glistening with water, completely exposed for me to see, and I had to concentrate on not breathing too heavy or moaning to loud as I let my fingers tease the head of my cock. The water pounded on it, tickling me and helping me get closer and closer to an orgasm…one I shouldn’t even be having under the circumstances. My imagination took over, and I imagined what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his tongue in my mouth and his hands all over me, and that was enough to make me lurch forward, my free hand holding me up as I came all over the wall of the shower.

With a stilted breath, I grabbed the soap and took the fastest shower I could, hoping this was just a phase, and it would be over soon…

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Chapter 4

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 02:13:30 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

Lars' POV

*4*

So, there I was, taking on a riding partner for the four day trip. I don't know why I decided to be honest and tell him I was headed to California. I could have left him off at the train station or a bus station or anywhere for that matter, but no... I didn't. Maybe it was because I was lonely. Nine years driving a truck solo can get lonely I guess. Whatever it was, I picked him up, gave him my clothes, and was taking him with me.

I knew what he was thinking when he started undressing. He figured he'd be sucking me off or bending over by now. He probably still thinks he has to at some point. I'm not going to lie. I'd kill for a good blow job right now, but I know the difference between a kid who just needs a ride and a trick looking for quick cash or a quick ride. This kid was genuine, and he was definitely an innocent. I could hear it in his voice. The uncertainty. The nervousness.

The hotel sign popped up and I felt a little uneasy myself as I pulled into the back. I turned the engine off and grabbed my overnight bag. "Come on," I said. "Let's go get us a room." I got out, walking ahead of him, knowing he was probably struggling with some inner battle over whether or not he should be spending the night with some trucker he barely knew, but I also knew he was still cold and probably hungry and tired as hell. He had almost dozed off once already.

"Sir, will you be needing one bed or two?" the lady at the desk asked.

I smiled a little, thinking I should keep the upper hand in this situation. "Just one, Ma'am."

She gave me a disgusted look when she saw Benji walk up behind me. "Right," she said. "That's sixty for the night then. Here's your key."

Taking the key card, I looked back at Benji. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. It was almost too much fun making him think that he'd have to do sexual favors to pay his way.

We went up to the room in silence, and I opened the door, letting him in before turning and pulling the "Do Not Disturb" sign off the handle, hanging it outside. I closed the door, and saw that Benji had seen me place the door hanger outside. He swallowed nervously, licking his lips, heading straight for the bathroom. When he came out, he was holding the dickies in his arm, which he set on the laundry bench in the closet.

I said nothing to him as I headed for the bathroom. I took a quick piss, washed my hands and face, then undressed to my boxers and black wife beater. I stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't that bad looking really. I knew I used to be quite a catch in my younger days. I was a little larger than I was back then, but it wasn't all flab or anything. I sighed. The poor kid had to be pretty desperate if he was willing to be with me just to get to California.

As soon as I was done feeling sorry for myself, I walked out to find Benji sitting on the bed in nothing but his boxers and the shirt I had given him. His hands were on his lap, and he was wringing them nervously.

"Get the light," I told him as I crawled into bed, pulling the covers back for him. I watched Benji switch off the light and then raised an eyebrow when he hesitated at the side of the bed. "You gonna stand there all night or what?"

Benji shook his head and crawled into bed, not saying anything, and I shifted, trying not to touch him as I got comfortable. "So...um... how long have you... you know... been a trucker?"

"Nine Years." No sense dragging it out.

"Wow, that's a long time," Benji said. "Where do you live? Like, you know.. when you're not driving all over the country."

"I haven't called anyplace home in a long time." I forced myself not to think about Tim and my house in California. "Get some sleep, Kid."

"Don't you ever get lonely?" Don't you ever shut up?

"You get used to it after a while," I answered. "Are you always this chatty?"

Benji laughed a little and said he'd shut up, and for a few moments I thought maybe he was done... maybe he fell asleep. Maybe I could finally get some sleep, but then... "Hey Lars?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks... for um.. thanks for everything."

"You can thank me when I get you to California in one piece."

A few minutes passed, and I tossed and turned a bit, until Benji offered to switch sides of the bed with me, but I didn't really want to move. Finally, I settled comfortably on my side, closing my eyes. It was midnight and I just wanted to get some sleep, but I was still wide awake long after Benji fell asleep...

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Chapter 3

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 20:46:24 GMT

Author: Slash Princess sgownzme311

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL

*3*

*Benji's POV*

Wearily, I threw my bag into the cab of the truck before climbing up and sitting down in the passenger seat. I’m not exactly the tallest guy in the world, so being that high up sorta freaked me out. I looked around at all the little dials and buttons and shifts and gears, wondering how in the hell anybody could keep up with all that shit.

Swallowing hard, I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered unintentionally, wishing that I had a pair of dry clothes or something, when suddenly he reached over and turned the heat up. I chanced looking at him for the second time, and saw that he was a really scruffy looking dude as he hadn’t shaved in a while, and I sure as hell couldn’t take him in a fight, so if I had to give head or bend over, there was no way out of it. I tried to push those thoughts out of my brain for now, and just concentrate on that small, very considerate gesture he’d just done.

“So, where ya headed?”

His voice was even gruff and suddenly, my chest felt tight. I blinked and looked down at my hands before swallowing hard and answering, “C-California.”

“Guess you're in luck then, Kid,” he answered, “I have to have this rig in Los Angeles by Friday night.” How convenient.

Something in me had gathered enough energy and will to tell him that I needed to be there by Saturday, so that was perfect. Again, he adjusted the heat and I was getting all warm and toasty, until he said something that made my very bones run cold as we pulled into some random gas station. "Okay, let's get you out of those clothes now." He turned in his seat, digging through a bag of some sort, and I think in record time, my brain went through every type of rape scenario humanly possible. Okay, Benji, I told myself, just go along with it and maybe it won’t hurt as bad as I’ve heard it does…

With a sharp breath, I lifted my shirt over my head, fearing the worst. "Uhh, here. Dry shirt and a pair of Dickies. You can, um, change in the back," he said, taking me off guard. "It's not much of a living space, but it works."

I raised an eyebrow and took the clothes, battling inwardly. “Um, thanks.” I hesitated, wondering how to word my next thought. “Don't you...um...I mean...uh.” Okay, so it wasn’t the most articulate of ramblings, but oh well. I was a nervous wreck.

Quickly, he looked away. "Can't have you getting sick for the long drive. Just change and we can still get to the first hotel on time." Right. Hotel. Great.

I was a little confused, wondering why he was being so generous, but at the same time counting my blessings. Walking to the back of the cab, a whole two steps, I noticed the small living quarters were, in a word, homey. There was just enough room for one person to dwell; one bunk with one pillow, about three steps worth of moving room, and three built in shelves where he kept his…stuff. I quickly changed, loving the way the dry material felt on my skin, and I began to feel comfortable. After changing, I went back up to the front and sat down, only to be met by awkward silence. I hate that. “Um...this is a uh, nice truck.”

After that, we made small talk, which I think was awkward for the both of us at first, and when he asked for my name and I told him, he brought up that damn dog from that movie, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Well, what’s your name?” I asked, watching his face and being amazed at how his good natured grin melted away and he regained that whole tough-as-nails thing almost instantaneously.

“Lars,” he answered flatly.

“Lars. That’s a tough name, heh,” I grinned, running my fingers through my slightly damp hair and looking down at the pants I was now sporting. They were comfortable…

"Tough as fucking nails, that's me." He rubbed his beard nervously, almost. "So what's in California, Benji?"

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, figuring that was just too juvenile, and opted for, “My stupid fucking brother…excuse the langue.”

When he let out a loud, whole-hearted laugh, I turned to look at him again, not being able to help the smile that crept to my face. "This coming from the one who was walking in the fall downpour in nothing but a T-shirt." He shook his head, and I felt like a dumbass.

“That wasn't expected,” I chuckled. “But he's getting married. We're 19...we were supposed to be in a band and it was supposed to be me and him...but no...he had to meet that...girl.” Again, suppressing the eye roll.

"Twins, huh? That must be hard. Him getting married to that girl an all. You sweet on her, too or something?"

I smiled wide at him, amused at the mere thought of me liking…her. “Oh hell no!” For some reason, I felt my smile widen. “She's not my type. Heh. I just don't like her. Never did.”

Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could’ve sworn that he looked…no…stared at my smile for a moment longer than necessary, then yet another nervous laugh escaped him. "Not your type, huh? I guess that's fair enough." He reached over and turned on the CD player, surprising me when I heard what was playing. "You don't mind a little mood music do ya?"

“Holy shit!” I yelped excitedly. “You like The Sex Pistols!?”

For a moment he looked at me like I was insane. "Fucking right I do. Aren't you a bit young to be so familiar with them?"

“Nah, man! Sid Vicious is my fucking idol!”

He smiled, nodded a bit, then turned up the volume. "You and I are gonna get along just fine."

Fuck yeah!

Chapter Two

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 01:54:38 GMT

Author: slash_goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!

*2*

Lars' POV

* I clicked the lock into place, jumped down from the truck's bumper, and reached for the clipboard the young man was holding out to me. I scribbled down my name, the date, and time, then smiled. "You have a good day," I said. Then I walked around to the front of my truck, climbing up into the cab. I picked up my clipboard, filled out my log, and then stretched a little. I had a long twelve days ahead of me, driving cross-country to Los Angeles for drop-off, then into Tucson for another pickup, and all the way back to New York.

This was my life. Nothing but me, my truck, and open highway. It's been that way for nine years now, and it's all I know. My life before trucks had been a whirlwind of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. Very cliche, I know, but also very true. I had been in a band with my best friend at the time, Tim. We were a crazy pair back in the day.

Actually, Tim was the reason I started driving. We had been best friends all through our high school days, and we had started a band or maybe three back then. It was nothing big. Bunch of kids who thought making noise would get them somewhere. We were a reckless pair. So reckless, that we crossed that fine line between friendship and something more. Yeah, I'm gay.

Tim was always about the sex. He didn't care if it was a girl or a guy, as long as he got off. I guess maybe I expected more, being his best friend and all, but when I gave him my heart, he laughed in my face. In fact, he announced he was marrying his high school sweetheart, Brody something or other. I always hated that bitch. But marry her he did. I didn't go to the wedding. I took off cross-country, moved to a small town in Ohio, where I got the job at a warehouse, loading and unloading trucks.

I met some truck drivers that made me want to be like them. I enrolled in the driving school shortly after my twenty-first birthday, and I've been driving ever since...

The young man waved me by, signaling to me that it was time to pull out. I kicked the truck in gear, and turned the radio on, just in time to hear that some bad weather was expected across most of Maryland that day. I didn't mind the rain so much, but if it got bad enough, I'd have to pull over and wait it out. That I did mind. I was on a schedule, and I had to be in Los Angeles by 11 p.m. Friday night.

By the time I turned onto one of the more secluded stretches of highway, more like a two-lane stretch of winding road, it had already begun to pour. It was evening now as I drove along, listening to the radio like always, concentrating on the road, when I saw something in the distance.

At first I thought it was an animal, but as I got closer, I realized some poor soul was out walking in the fucking pouring rain. Why are people such idiots? The road was a dangerous one to begin with, and with the weather as bad as it was, the dumbass would probably get hit by a car before getting very far.

I hated picking up hitchhikers most of the time, but sometimes it wasn't so bad. I could get a blow job, hand job, even a good lay sometimes, and when you're a Trucker like me, you take what you can get.

So, I slowed down as I approached the figure, and pulled to a complete stop. I opened the passenger side door and looked down, realizing he was barely more than a boy. He looked completely exhausted and freezing cold. I couldn't just let him there, no matter how many warning bells went off in my head. Harboring a runaway... Kidnapping. The thoughts raced through my mind, but I ignored them.

He looked up at me, and I knew what he must thinking, looking at me with my beard, my multicolored tattoos, and my size. Let's just say I'm not a small man. I guess to a kid his age, I would be intimidating, maybe even scary. So, I offered a friendly smile. "Hey there," I said. I patted the seat beside me. "Climb on in." I watched as he struggled with some inner battle with himself before he tossed up his bag, then climbed inside, hesitating briefly before closing the door and muttering a quiet, "Thanks." At least I think that was what it sounded like.

I nodded my head at him, pulled the truck back out onto the road, and then looked over at him, getting my first good look at him, despite how dark it was inside the truck. He was a good sized kid, not one of those skinny little scene boys or anything, like the ones Tim dated nowadays. No, this kid was just your average awkward young man with black hair that stuck up all over when he ran his hand through it. He wore a simple black T-shirt and worn jeans that seemed to be sticking to him like a second skin. Poor kid was soaked to the bone and shivering.

Careful not to startle him, I reached between us to turn up the heat a little in the cab. Then I looked at him. "So, where ya headed?" I asked.

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Chapter One

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 00:10:29 GMT

Author: Slash Princess sgownzme311
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals </span></strong>

*1*

*Benji's POV*

I felt the warmth of an afternoon sun dance across my closed eyelids. It felt nice, and it had been a long time since I’d allowed myself the simple pleasure of sleeping passed lunchtime, so for a moment I just laid there, smiling, half wondering why my brother hadn’t woken me up. “Joel?” I called, almost amused at how gruff my voice was.

I waited, called him again, but only silence answered. Jumping out of bed, I pulled on some random shorts and went through the house looking for any clue that might indicate where he was.

When there was nothing, no sign of him anywhere, and I noticed empty drawers in his room, I started panicking. Where the hell was he? I darted into the bathroom, then the bedroom, ready to pull on my clothes, when I saw something that I’d overlooked at first. Paper. Taped to the mirror. I jogged over to it, ripped it off, and read.

Dear Benji,

By the time you get this, you’ll more than likely have freaked out and ran all over the house looking for me. You did, didn’t you? Of course. You’re so predictable. Well, bro, um, I know you’re going to be upset, but…I took the bike, and by the time you get this far in the note, I’ll probably be well on my way to California. This is where you’ll scrunch up your nose in confusion and skip ahead to see why, so you’re more than likely not reading this. So, I’ll get to the point. I’m going to Cali to marry Cecilia. Breathe. Breathe again. Okay. Yes, I’m marrying her, and I know how against it you are, which is the only reason you’re not right here with me. I love you, Benj, but I want to spend my life with her. But just to let you know, you’ll always be my best man.

So, in closing…come Saturday, I’ll be hitched and you’ll have a new sister. Love you, and see ya when I see ya.

-Joel-

P.S. Don’t try to come after me. I slashed your tires.

Oh hell no! I jumped up, my fist clenching the note in my hand. Damn him for being my twin and being, like, ten steps ahead of me all the time! I thought, throwing stuff in a small bag. “Well, you know what, Joely?” I said to the paper that had fallen, crumpled, on the bed. “I’ve got five days to stop this shit! So…fuck you, man! Don’t you think for a second that I’ma let you fuck up your life at nineteen!”

With every three words, something else found its way into the bag, until I was satisfied with my choice of things to take along.

Once more, I looked at the room, then jogged into the bathroom to spike my hair, hating the way it looked, but not caring enough to mess with it too much. There was just no time to dawdle, I concluded.

I ran to my car and threw the stuff in the backseat, only then realizing that the little fucktard hadn’t been joking.

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So there I was, walking down the highway during one of the hottest times of the day, trying, believe it or not, to avoid anybody on the road. I must have been quite a pitiful sight; with my half-ass spiked black hair, and my black band t-shirt with my ratty old jeans that were starting to get kinda snug again…must cut down on cheeseburgers. But that wasn’t important right then. The important thing was getting to California. Getting to Joel. Stopping his dumbass self from getting married. Yes, that was important. But I sure as hell wasn’t giving blowjobs to anybody…which is why I avoided talking to anyone who pulled alongside me asking if I wanted a ride. I had five days. I could do it.

Yeah the fuck right. Seven o’clock, and I’d walked the whole time, give or take a stop or two, not even sure if I’d even made it out of Maryland. I was exhausted and hungry, and I felt myself stumbling and fighting sleep. No, I told myself, I gotta keep going. Fuck sleep, I don’t need sleep…as long as nothing bad happens I’ll be fine. At that moment, I learned you should never think like that, because no matter how good your situation was up until the moment you had that thought, things will go from good to shit.

The wind picked up and I felt a drop of water hit my nose, shocking me almost completely awake. Not rain. Please…not rain. Okay, it wasn‘t rain…no, see, it was a fucking monsoon. After the first drop, it was like someone rung out a huge cotton blanket, and in less than 30 seconds, I was soaked clear through.

I took a deep breath, feeling completely hopeless for the first time. Maybe I shouldn’t have left the house. Maybe I should just let Joel fuck up his life, forget about everything we’d worked for for the past three years, marry that…girl. Fuck, it’s his life, right? I’m just a brother. A twin brother. No, fuck that. I was his other half. I deserved more than a fucking note telling me my opinion didn’t matter.

I looked behind me, seeing the bright headlights of an eighteen wheeler slicing through the wind and rain that was sending shivers through my body. I really didn’t want to abide by the rules of the road, but being unbelievably cold will knock something that resembles sense into you, and I knew then and there that there was no way I was getting to Cali in five days on foot.

With a deep sigh and a twitch in my stomach, from hunger or the thought of giving head, I’m not sure, I waved my arm and walked backwards a bit, hoping to God I didn’t fall on my ass, and was caught between being relieved and being petrified when it slowed down.

Welcome To: Open Highway

Mon, 20 Sep 2004 13:39:28 GMT

The following is a story created by slash_goddess & sgownzme311...

Title: Open Highway
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing: Benji Madden/Lars Frederiksen
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. In simpler terms, this is NOT REAL!
Summary: I looked behind me, seeing the bright headlights of an eighteen wheeler slicing through the wind and rain that was sending shivers through my body. I really didn’t want to abide by the rules of the road, but being unbelievably cold will knock something that resembles sense into you, and I knew then that there was no way I was getting to Cali in five days on foot.

With a deep sigh and a twitch in my stomach, from hunger or the thought of giving head, I’m not sure, I waved my arm and walked backwards a bit, hoping to God I didn’t fall on my ass, and was caught between being relieved and being petrified when it slowed down.