Starts, stops
Jason Smith / Steve Staois
NC-17 fiction means this is made up
He stops because he has had enough of seeing the world
go past him. Where is unimportant by now. But, at least he is close enough to
the rest area that he can walk around for a bit. He leaves his car unlocked,
because someone would be doing him a favour by stealing it.
There is a whole lot of flat winter left out here.
Snow on the wind, and snow on the bench. This isn't a rest stop that leads to a
point of historic interest or a space
of natural wonder. It's just for
pausing, maybe napping, and then going on. Under the snow there is bound to be
condoms, and beer bottles and needles and whatever else is in these days for
the inducement of chemical highs.
Steve keeps the fortunes he gets from fortune cookies
in a mints tin in his glove box. He has no problem re-using fortunes, or even
passing them on to Jason. you will get some new clothes After getting
that three meals in a row Steve determines it is really for Jase and passes it
on to him. The next week he got you are next in line for promotion at your
work and told Jason he was looking forward to being captain.
Jason told him maybe he was going to be injured off
and replace Mac-T. Steve said that he believed in fortunes, because the day he
met Wayne Gretzky for the first time his fortune said genius does what it
must, and talent does what it can.
When Steve drinks he gets careless. "I want to
fuck you." He was pushing into Jason's back, shoving the two of them
against the counter in the kitchen. Jason shivered, bracing his hands on the
edge of the bench and trying to push them back.
Steve's tongue licked down the outside of his ear, so
much like a practiced seduction to use on women that Jason shuddered from
revulsion not desire. "Wanna fuck you." And he bit Jason's ear so
hard that Jason felt the cartilage give. He didn't really pay attention to what
Steve was saying, the low mumble of words that were only a variation on fuck
and concentrated on the hand climbing into his boxers. He turned around and
manhandled Steve back into the bench and kissed him hard enough to stop him
talking.
Jason determines, driving back home in his car with
the heat on high and still wearing his coat that he will be guided by street
signs. The first one he sees is Yield
so he obeys the green arrow that directs him into the left hand lane away from
his house and onto Steve's.
