And we shall call it...

[forthedog]

The bike roars under him. It feels amazing. It's like it's always just seconds from slipping out of his control, and at the same time he feels completely in possession of it.

In other words it's a lot like everything else.

Neil's warm against his back and as they round a bend in the road the last edge of the sun is going down through the trees in front of them. It's not a huge way outside the city but it's far enough that for a few moments he can entertain the fantasy that there's no city at all, that with the stripped trees and the deserted road they're back in the Realm again and a great many things are simpler.

In many ways it's not a nice fantasy. But he does entertain it.

He slows as the trees close in; they're still a mile or so away but he wants to enjoy the road. He turns his head, catches a glimpse of Neil out of the corner of his eye. "You okay back there?"

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[forthedog]

And suddenly everything's hot and loose, a marked lack of tension in his muscles even though he's still aching with how much he wants this. He pushes his finger in past the second knuckle and pauses, breathing slow and deep and closing his teeth on the skin at the juncture of Neil's neck and shoulder. Barely even a bite.

"You're unbelievable." He grins, adding a second finger to the first, a little rougher now. "I literally... can't believe you."

[likeaplanet]

"It's been... shit, Mike... how many years? Oughta be used to me by now," I groan, rocking my hips back in time with his hand, and he's right, it's pretty fucking unbelievable how good this still feels, after so much time.

"Jesus. You're the one that's fuckin'... unbelievable. Bringin' me out here to fuck me in a sleepin' back," I say, wheezing with helpless laughter.

[forthedog]

"Don't hear you complaining." They're one moving thing now, Neil pushing back against him and him pushing forward with his cock hard against the back of Neil's thigh.

He doesn't want to wait, sees no reason to, slides his fingers carefully out and manages to squeeze enough lube onto them to slick his cock. "I'd fuck you anywhere," he breathes as he presses slowly in, one hand tight on Neil's hip. "And you... wouldn't stop me"

[likeaplanet]

"I wouldn't stop you?" I say with a hoarse cough of laughter, teeth clinching through the harsher slide of his cock, but it's still so, so easy, it hardly takes any time to adjust.

"I'm pretty sure I'd be askin' for it."

[forthedog]

It's hard, now, to know exactly where his laughter and his panting begin and end, the breaths edging into moans as he moves faster. This is ridiculous, every bit of it, but it's also so perfect and it's so them.

It fits.

He slides his hand under Neil's knee, pushing his leg up and thrusting in deeper. "Bullshit," he gasps. "You never ask."

[likeaplanet]

"What?" I say, choking on another laugh, a sharp grunt catching in the back of my throat and my free hand curling tight in the sleeping bag wrapped around us.

"What are you... You're full of shit. God."

[forthedog]

He laughs again, deep in his chest and almost making him shiver, arm sliding over Neil's hip as he reaches between his thighs. It's awkward, all of it is, and somehow that just fans the pleasure burning under his skin.

"So are you." His hips snap forward, burying his cock as deep as it'll go. He bares his teeth against Neil's shoulder. "You... deserve me, you little bitch."

[likeaplanet]

"Bitch?" I wheeze, crying out when his hips snap against mine and when his cock slides in deeper, it's just fucking right.

"You oughta... Jesus fuckin' Christ... You oughta be nicer to me."

[forthedog]

"I'm nice. I'm... real fucking nice." He's panting with every thrust, pants deepening into groans, sweat beading on his skin even with the cold outside. He's still jerking at Neil's cock, rough, hard, but increasingly clumsy as he struggles to hang on. This is an edge that he always struggles to walk, and he always falls. When he doesn't hurtle himself over.

"Neil- Shit, I'm gonna-"

[likeaplanet]

"You're a fuckin' hair-trigger, too," I tease, like I'm not right on the edge with him, breath coming out in desperate little pants, half muffled by the sleeping bag I've buried my face in.

I always intend on going slow, but it never seems to turn out that way.

[forthedog]

He's half laughing again, about to protest, something like well fucking look at you, but the tension is squeezing the words out of him and when he comes it's wordless, a harsh, strangled groan, echoing up into the trees above them.

And it feels like a step, in the strangest of ways.

[likeaplanet]

"Shit," I laugh, trying to sound disappointed, but it doesn't really work when I'm coming too, splattering the sleeping bag and making a fucking wet spot I'll probably have to sleep in, but I'm not too concerned.

"Mike," I pant, collapsing under him, drained and grinning stupidly, with the warm weight of him against my back.

[forthedog]

"Jesus," he breathes, grinning against the back of his neck. "Been wanting that since we got on the fucking bike" Longer. Since he started planning this. And the fact that this is something he can supposedly have whenever he wants makes no difference.

He pulls out with a soft exhale, lifts his sticky fingers to his mouth and starts to suck them clean.

[likeaplanet]

Letting out a soft whine when he pulls out, I shift back against him, shamelessly wanting to get stay as close to him as I can.

"Wow, man. It's been like... a whole hour," I tease, "Two, tops. How'd you manage?"

[forthedog]

"Fuck if I know." He slides an arm around Neil's waist, pulling them in closer, chest to back, so warm.

He presses a slow kiss to the nape of Neil's neck. "I never fucking stop wanting you."