I am the passenger, and I ride and I ride…
Lucas / Tony
2^nd season (Title belongs to Iggy Pop and not to me. No disrespect obviously)

Dreamt up whilst at the world’s most quiet receptionist / switchboard temp job, sat waiting for the phone to ring...

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The grating noise made them both wince, and Tony had to make concerted effort not to laugh. He watched Lucas out of the corner of his eye to see that he was also trying to keep a straight face.

They’d been driving around the city for over three hours, and Lucas was obviously tired and losing his concentration.

‘Look Luc, I think we’ve been around enough times already, lets pack it in for today’

Lucas muttered under his breath as the gearshift scraped back down into second to take a corner. As they straightened up, he turned to his roommate.

‘Tony, the test’s in one month’s time, and who knows how many times we’ll get shore leave between then and now. I need to get the hours in… fuck!’ Lucas stalled the car as he tried to pull away from some lights going uphill. They looked at one another and Tony burst out laughing. Lucas grinned but shook his head impatiently and managed to re-start the engine. Yet he couldn’t get the clutch to bite and again stalled the car.

He punched Tony with mock anger ‘quit laughing, you’re putting me off’.

‘Shit Luc, traffic’s blocked up behind, move it’ Tony said as he leant out the window peering behind him.

In the rear-view mirror, Lucas saw a car with harassed looking men and a school bus further back.

‘The kid’s just learnin’…’ Tony started to yell to the car.

Lucas yanked his friend back in ‘what the hell are you doing?’

The car beeped it’s horn.

‘So, we leavin’ or what?’ Tony watched as Lucas tried to compose himself and go through the same motions he had many times before, cursing Bridger’s insistence that against his better judgement, he’d let Tony teach Lucas to drive if he taught him a manual gear-shift. Just in case / you never know.

Gear in neutral, start engine, clutch down, gear into first, handbrake off, clutch up together with accelerator down, biting point and go.

And go they did, Lucas setting off up the hill with a roar.

Tony snickered. ‘You drive like you fuck – make like you’re not interested to start with, then go at it with more sentimento than is strictly necessary…’

Lucas gave him a cold look.

Tony looked out of the window and continued to laugh to himself.

~ ~ ~

They rounded the corner and found themselves in the entry slip road to a main junction in gridlock. Lucas surveyed the scene and glared at Tony.

‘I said no major traffic area, what the hell are we doing on the interstate highway junction?’

Tony looked at the city map and pointed to the central boulevard, ‘you were turnin’ left from this to go…’

Lucas sighed ‘that’s right, Tony, to the right, we’re way over here now’ and Lucas pointed a long finger at some place towards the side of the map, far from the port.

‘Ah sorry pal…’ Tony frowned at the map and out of the window, to the front and round the back. ‘We can’t stay here, go down that street and double back around the coastal road’ and Tony showed Lucas the route on the map. Lucas agreed and edged the car round the side of the traffic, both giggling as Lucas executed an inelegant, bolshy seven-point turn in the road.

As the car left the suburbs and joined the coastal route, Tony leant out of the window to savour the heat of the bright summer sunshine and the smell of the ocean.

‘Wanna stop before we give the car in?’ Tony asked.

‘Is there anywhere?’

Tony ran his finger along the road – ‘yep, couple of miles time, there’s a picnic area up away from the road’.

‘Oh, but we don’t have anything to nibble on’. Lucas had a mischievous tone, and Tony’s face broke into a wider smile knowing his roommate’s appetite.

‘Oh, I think I could whip something up’ Tony reassured him. He started to harden at the thought and turned to Lucas who was smirking, blond hair blowing about.

Lucas tutted again as he ground the gears down into second to turn up the narrow trail that led to the picnic area on top of a bluff. He eventually managed with much sarcastic encouragement and piss-taking from Tony to park the car facing the sea.

He turned the engine off and turned to Tony

‘I’d quite like my tasty nourishing snack now please’

‘You sure it ain’t gonna spoil your appetite?’

Lucas pouted, then wore a feral grin as Tony started to peel off his pants and underpants, his cock springing out ‘OK then, tuck in’.

Lucas needed no further prompting, and leant awkwardly over the gear-stick into Tony’s lap and did what Tony always considered a work of pure ecstatic joy.

He panted as Lucas swirled his tongue about his shaft and tried not to buck into is friend’s throat.

Tony was slumped, eyes rolled back in erotic bliss, when he sensed Lucas shifting about. He opened one lazy eye to see Lucas struggling to undo his own pants with one hand to jerk himself off.

If there was one thing that Tony liked more than sticking his cock onto Lucas’ sensuous mouth was sticking into his other significant orifice.

‘Hey pack that in’ he said, trying to pull Lucas’ furtive hand away

Lucas sat up, sweaty and lips swollen ‘what’s your problem now?’ He was testy.

‘Get in the back – let’s do this properly’

Lucas looked surprised and glanced out the window ‘Tony, this is a family picnic area. I’m not sure Ma and Pa will be able to enjoy their baloney bagels with you riding my ass’.

‘Well there ain’t no-one here now, and this really ain’t gonna take long’. He didn’t wait for Lucas to agree and started to try to clamber over the seat to the back of the car, the effort comically impaired by his pants around his ankles.

The pair of them giggled and laughed as they tried to get into position on the back seat, Tony frantically tearing at Lucas’ pants and flannel shirt, whilst Lucas tried to pull off Tony’s t-shirt, arms getting caught, clothes half off.

The heat in the car climbed.

As Lucas tried to pull his own t-shirt off completely, he was distracted by Tony pulling him up and around, leaving him kneeling on all fours, with his jeans and underpants down around his knees and his t-shirt rucked up around his neck and under his armpits.

Space was tight in the sweaty sunny car, and Tony had just enough to kneel behind his long-limbed friend and pushed his cock against Lucas’ ass.

‘No lube so don’t push back too hard yet’

Lucas seemed to nod, but nevertheless impatiently wiggled his ass, wanting Tony to enter him. He obliged, holding his penis into position and guided it gently into Lucas.

Initially it was painful for them both but soon Tony was thrusting harder and deeper, hands gripping hips tightly, and Lucas groaned.

To hear such guttural Neanderthal noises from such a breathtakingly brilliant mind gave Tony a surge of pride in his fucking prowess. He loved it, craved it and sought it as often as possible, and was blessed by a reciprocal craving in the teenager, a veritable living, breathing cauldron of sexual desire.

Again, Lucas tried to bring his hand up, to grip his own penis, but the loss of one prop almost caused them both to lose balance.

Wordlessly Tony let go of one hip and brought his hand under and tried to prise off Lucas’ fingers, but Lucas was reluctant and they ended up laughing breathlessly, with both hands gripping his cock and pulling.

Tony leant over still humping, and lay his forehead on Lucas’ hot back and breathed in his scent and pushed into, and pulled on, various bits of his lover’s anatomy.

Blistering sun cooked them, and red faced, panting hard Tony pounded Lucas’ ass and shot off with a howl. Only seconds later Lucas exploded into their hands and cum sprayed onto the car seat and rear door.

They collapsed onto the sticky car seat and lay still, inertia the close friend of particularly mind-blowing orgasms.

‘Shit I’m too hot’ Lucas muttered eventually and leant up on an elbow to look at the picnic area. ‘All clear Mr Piccolo’ and he pulled open the car door. They both flopped out onto the grass, lying tangled together semi-naked, in the cooling sea breeze.

Lucas turned to look at Tony ‘was that too much sentimento for you?’

Tony laughed and shrugged ‘I dunno exactly what that is, only that my uncle never had enough of it. My aunt used to shout at him when he was slouched on the couch, to pack some - and soon before she shrivelled up…’

He leaned further over so his face was level with Lucas’ causing the younger man to squint as he looked up. ‘Whatever…I could never get enough of you Luc’ and bent down to kiss him.

The unusually loving moment was cut short by a car heaving its way noisily up the escarpment. They looked at each other and leapt up, trying to haul up damp sweat-soaked clothing and zip back into the car unseen. The SUV parked closer to the glade and Lucas started up the engine, gears screeching as he yanked it into reverse.

‘Fuck!’ he shouted in frustration, and the newly arrived geriatric picnickers glared in disapproval, causing them both to laugh and wave at their disgusted neighbours.

The car continued around the coastal road, and Tony frowned and looked over his shoulder to the back seat.

‘Your spunk smells funny’.

‘At least you haven’t got it pooling around in your boxers’.

Tony sniggered ‘Heh, you love it’.

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