Passenger Seat

"Would you slow down?!"

"You are such a control freak. Relax. I know how to drive."

"I'm a control freak? You're the goddamned control freak! And a speed freak! And a thrill... uh... slow the fuck down, James!"

"Fine, fine." James gave in, but promptly found a new way to annoy me by changing the radio station.

"Oh, fuck no. James, you can't do this to–"

"Hey, man, a deal's a deal. `Sides, country ain't so bad. You had fun with `Mama Said' right?"

I glare at him. No, I did not have fun. Although watching him in that video was fun. Sticky late night fun. But the backlash? Not fun. The quieter sound of the drums? Definitely not fun. Seeing him so emotionally raw and vulnerable?

Fun isn't the word I would use. Fucking hot– that's closer. Don't think I miss the fact that he's trying to subtly remind me that he can get anything he wants out of me, just because he knows how to ask the right way. He just knows me too damn well. Which is benefit and curse of having a relationship that's been through more extremes than a bipolar cat in heat.

Which is how it came about that he's driving –and doing a piss poor job of it– my Porsche. I don't want to get into the details– but here's a hint. Never make a bet in bed with James, especially one that's based on his stamina and my $84,000 dollar car.

And don't you think making me listen to country is going just a bit over the line?!

*~*~*"Passenger seat, I slide right in, vinyl seats warm from the heat of the sun."*~*~*

Vinyl? Oh, no way. Thank fuck I don't live in that world. Of course, I have to admit, these seats are sort of soft and it's more than just the fact that they're Italian leather. It's a beautiful day; I should just relax into this.

*~*~*"Chewin' on a Slim Jim, can't stop thinking about him, yeah yeah yeah he's the one."*~*~*

I look over at James. I suddenly want a Slim Jim. What I really want to do is mock this music, but looking over at my lover and best friend, I just don't have it in me to fight. At the moment.

*~*~*"Yeah yeah yeah, he's the one."*~*~*

I can't imagine myself with anyone else. He's a crazy fuck, but we bring out the best in one another. That's in between the times we're fighting like rabid dogs. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

*~*~*"Oooh, love's so sweet right here in the passenger seat. Oh yeah, life's so sweet."*~*~*

I lean back and I'm lost in this warm cloud. James seems to have settled into driving. He's got one elbow on the edge of the car, the other hand drumming out the beat of the song against the steering wheel. He's bobbing his head and mouthing every second or third random word. Not all that different from way back whenever. Damn it's been a long, odd road.

*~*~*"I look to my left and see his sun tanned hands, his muddy river hair and his thousand acre plans."*~*~*

After a few moments, I realize that we're zipping along in contented silence. Except for the music, which I was even getting into a bit. I mean, the chick singing did have some good points. In the pleasant haze, I believe the song could have been written about him. I focus on his hands– damn, I love those hands. His hair like soft straw, whipping around his face, perfect for his laid back ways. But I can't forget his crazy schemes and plans– it was his ideas and larger than life plans that created the machine called Metallica. And I can't tell you how much I love him for all that.

Of course, the only reason I realized that there _was_ quiet was because James can't ever leave well enough alone.

"I don't understand the allure of cars. I mean, how can people go with something like this when they could have a chopper?"

"What's so great about a beefy crotch rocket?," I sniped back.

James turned to me and smirked. His eyebrows raised from behind dark sunglasses. "You don't seem to bitch about it too much when we're in bed."

"Fuck you, Het. And watch the road."

"That's another thing. No fucking space to express yourself on the road in this damn thing. I mean, you can't do this in a car." Erratically, James swerved out to the middle of the deserted road, the broken divider passing under the center of the car.

*~*~*"I'm all shook up like a quarter in a can. Ain't love sweet?"*~*~*

"Muthafuck! James! Get back in your own damn lane!"

"Why?

"Because this is illegal."

"We started caring about that... when?"

"Because this is my goddamned car and I don't feel like getting into an accident!"

"EHNNNT! That's two wrong answers. Care to give me one more?"

Rather than seething –which I am, but he doesn't need to know that– ok, well, he knows that because let's face it, he wouldn't be torturing me like this if he didn't know he was getting some reaction out of me... but... what was I saying? Oh yeah, I manage to answer him as calmly as possible, "If you just get back in the right lane and stay there, I'll give you a damn good reason."

He quirks an eyebrow but doesn't look at me, then swerves violently into the correct lane. I stifle a sigh of relief and undo my seatbelt.

"Can't do this on a bike, can you?"

I lean across the front seats and lay my head in his lap. I can feel him readjust in surprise, then he spreads his legs a little further apart so I can have plenty of room to do whatever I want to do.

*~*~* "I daydream of me and a cold cotton pillow and the feel of his skin." *~*~*

I unbutton his pants, silently thanking the gods of fashion that Kirk gave James a few pointers. My intentions were to take it slow, tease him, torture him, make him moan. But when his dick springs free of the denim, glistening head winking at me, it's all I can do not to swallow him whole. As it is, I restrain myself just enough to suck his shaft through my lips inch by inch. He slides over my tongue, and I close my eyes: soft skin, hard rod, and the man's all mine. I could die happy right now.

But he'd be a little frustrated, so I start to suck. Not to relieve that frustration, but to help him build towards something mindblowing.

*~*~* "The windowsill smiles and before I know it..." *~*~*

James swerves and I jerk my head up.

"Da fuck, man?!?!"

"Sorry, sorry!" His cheeks are red and he looks mortified. James pushes his hand through my hair, gentle as he can manage at the moment. "Holy shit, Lars– I'm so fucking sorry. It's ok. My eyes are open. I just... whoa. What was that thing with the roof of your mouth?"

My tongue flicks out and swipes pre-cum from his tip. "You liked that, huh?"

He nods. I breathe heavily against his skin, knowing that my hot air is good for more than just words.

"Let me show you again... but this time, be careful. It's scarey as fuck when you don't know what's going on when you're down there."

He nods again, the red of his cheeks fading slightly. But before I can get back to giving his a blowjob, his right hand is in my hair again, restraining me. "Show me again at home. I think you need to relax a little."

"I'm f–."

"Lars, please sit up?"

*~*~* "I'm miles away sitting next to him." *~*~*

The moment I'm in my seat, James' strong hand is massaging me through my pants.

My eyes drift close and I can empathize with how hard it was for him to focus. "Oh, fuck... James... don't crash, ok?"

That glorious, loud, dorky laugh fills the air. "Don't worry, Uli. Take your pants off."

Far be it for me to disobey. I mean, he is in the driver's seat. So I slide my pants down to my ankles, then think twice before kicking them off completely. Bad if we get pulled over, good for spreading my legs so that James can–

–Do that! Oh, fuck, he's good. Rough fingers manipulate my skin until I'm bruising my leather seats from gripping them so damn hard. One hand on the wheel, one hand on me, controlling us both. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recall someone mocking my Porsche, calling it a Penis Mobile. Little did they know... Hell, little did I know! I should have figured with how well James takes care of me, he'd be able to drive my car. I snicker to myself, unwilling to admit it to James. He has enough control, you know?

"What's so funny, babe?"

"I'll tell you later, James. You feel amazing, you know?"

His hand sliding along my shaft makes me believe we're the only two people in the world.

*~*~* "Miles away sitting next to him." *~*~*

Still smirking at me, his palm undulates quickly against my cockhead. I'm starting to lose my sense of reality. "James... babe... need more."

He chuckles and pulls his hand away. Wiping it on his jeans, he says, "I know just how you feel." His knuckles are white gripping the wheel.

I lean over, nip at his ear and ask, "What do you need?"

"To be inside of you. Please, babe?"

Christ, we're on the road! What's he going to do, pull over and then some Ranger'll catch up? Right, tabloids wouldn't love that! What the hell's he thinking?

I catch him stealing a glance over at me and I realize what he's thinking. He's not thinking about pulling over.

This is fucking insane, but you know what? James is driving my car– well. It doesn't get more crazy than that. No, that's not the point. Point is I trust him.

"Fine, man– just keep your eyes open and on the road."

Reaching for the glove compartment, I frantically search around for something to use as lube.

"Lars, what are you doing?"

"Told you to keep your eyes on the road!"

"I am– which is why I need to you to tell me what you're doing."

I steal a glance at him and he's smirking. Prick. I love that guy. "Looking for ... hmmm... sun tan lotion?"

"You're worried about a burn? Babe, I'm fucking hard as a rock over here."

"No, genius– for lube."

"That'll sting."

He's right. But it'll sting less than his massive cock spreading me dry. After squirting some SPF 15 onto my fingers, I shift sideways and watch James steer as I finger myself.

*~*~* "Shifting those gears, baby, one two three" *~*~*

I shift my weight and crawl onto his lap, obstructing as little of the view as possible. James has pushed his chair back as far as he can to still reach the pedals. A part of me wants to tell him that the car should really be stationary for that type of adjustment to the driver's side – but another part of me knows that would kill the mood. And especially after watching him handle that stick shift while I shoved my forefinger into my ass, I'm too swept up.

*~*~* "Then he shifts those ocean eyes back to me." *~*~*

I'd love to face the road and watch the world coming at me, but there's little enough space. While I position myself over him, James shifts his eyes between the road and my face. Dark with excitement, his eyes suddenly bore into me and I can feel the smile there. All at once I drop my weight down on to him and cry out at the invasion.

My nails dig into his shoulder, and I can feel his breath coming in rasps. I lift my head from his shoulder and watch his face.

*~*~* "Can't imagine a moment any better than this." *~*~*

It takes next to no time for me to adjust to having him inside of me. It just feels right. But I don't want to move until James gives me the a-ok. After all, he has to be the one in control.

*~*~* "Then we kiss." *~*~*

His lips touch mine, his eyes looking past me. I close my eyes and lean into the kiss, letting my tongue tangle with his. Oh yeah, he's ready.

Bracing my hands on the driver's backrest, I start to bounce on his dick. Feeling myself swell around him and then my muscles tighten to hold him there is fucking erotic as hell. It didn't take long for my body to become atuned with James'– and the sex is amazing because of it. I can feel each of my nerve endings screaming out in pleasure, my body tightening around James' dick as if it knows that inside of me is where he belongs.

I watch his eyes strain to focus on the road. He steals a look at me, and we smile. This is more fun than a barrel of monkeys– or a hotel room full of groupies. This is me and him, just like it's always been–through thick and thin. But this is better because it's not just me loving him, but being in love with him and making him feel it, too. How much I want him, how sexy he is– I rise and fall quicker, spurred on by my own thoughts, and trying to keep pace with the road that's flying by behind us.

"Gah, Lars... fuck, that's good...."

I know he can't kiss me to push me on, give back to me, so I love hearing him speak. His voice all dark with need– and I'm the cause. Lowering my head to his neck, I bite and suck and try to step up his pleasure.

His encouragement helps increase my speed until no sooner has his shaft slid out of me then I'm slamming back on to him. I can barely keep control of my body– I have no clue how he's pulling this off. Then I'm suddenly so grateful that I'm facing him because I blow my load with enough force to blind a guy. Good thing he's wearing sunglasses. And good thing my cum splatters on our shirts. It be a buzzkill if the Italian leather got ruined during this little adventure.

A bit of my seed makes it up to his cheek, which I swipe away with a finger and feed to him. I never stop moving on his cock, which is burning into me and drawing out the fantastic after glow. As he slurps my finger into his mouth, I feel his shaft swell within me. Then he's groaning and whimpering my name in that low, dangerous tone. I clutch the seat tightly and force my ass down on him hard, and that proves to do the trick. I feel his jizz spurt up into me like a powerful guyzer, and if I weren't so spent it would make me hard for him all over again.

James wraps his right arm around me, steadying himself for the aftershocks of his orgasm. His white knuckled grip on the steering wheel lets me know he's still in control, despite zipping along in 5th gear the entire time. Speed freak.

*~*~* "Ooo, Ooo Life's so sweet right here in the passenger seat" *~*~*

Somehow, I separated our bodies. Somehow, I slid back into the passenger seat. Somehow, I buckled in. No way could I keep my eyes open, proving in another way that James can more than make up for my short comings. He got us home in one piece while I dozed in and out of a blissful haze. Well fucked, sitting next to my lover, sun beating down, warming up to the music, and speeding along an unnamed highway. No one could imagine a better afternoon.

*~*~* "Sweet right here, right here" *~*~*

I slam the door, practically floating towards the house. My body's still going on adrenaline-after rush and I almost raise a fist when James grabs my arm to stop me. He smiles and pulls me against him. He's leaning against my car, and I'm leaning against him, and I just can't stop smiling.

I have to admit, that was fucking fun.

"So see, I'm not such a bad driver?"

I shrug. "Ah, you could've done worse."

"Maybe later." He's laying that dangerous smirk on me. "Maybe sometime soon you let me show you the kind of fun you can have on a bike?"

I laugh out loud. Fat chance. Hey, I'm as wild as the next guy – probably more so– but I don't have a death wish. Regardless of who might see, I lean harder into James, pressing my whole body against his. I'm pleased when I feel him react. Leaning up, I catch his lips and let him devour me.

`Hey, James?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Let's get inside." We practically run up the drive. If I knew it would be this much fun... well, maybe I'll let James drive the PenisMobile again sometime. Sometime soon.

*~*~* end *~*~*