Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 1.1 - Sometimes You Just Know (6 page)

accept that the relationship isn't going to work out. Justin glances over at Dan, and one look is enough to remind him that, for whatever reason, walking away really isn't an option here. Justin's in this too deep already; he's not going to give up before he's exhausted himself trying. He has a feeling that the prize might be worth it, if he manages to win.

Dan's truck is making a strange noise. They'd been driving for a few minutes before it started, and Justin isn't sure if he should mention it. They're not talking, just listening to the radio, and at first Justin thought the noise was a part of the song, but the song has changed, and the sound is still there. And it's getting louder. It's a sort of a whining, squealing noise. Surely Dan can hear it for himself, but it's coming from Justin's side of the car, so maybe he can't. The truck isn't new, but it's clean and Dan seems fond of it, and Justin doesn't want to sound like he's criticizing the guy's wheels.

The squeal gets a little louder, almost a scream, and then cuts out. Justin glances over at Dan, trying to look casual. Dan shakes his head. "Oh, good. That might be the last of them." Justin raises a curious eyebrow, so Dan continues. "Cat crawled into the engine and had a litter of kittens. Now sometimes when I start it up, one of them gets shaken loose and gets caught up in the gears somehow. Makes a hell of a racket until it finally gets ground to bits."

Justin stares at him in horror, and then the screaming starts up again. Dan groans. "Damn, there must be one more… noisy little bastards, aren't they?" Justin almost faints with relief when he sees the way Dan's lips start to twitch.

"You son-of-a-bitch, I almost believed you!" Justin sinks back against the seat of the truck. "Jesus, what is it then?"
Dan smirks. "Drive shaft bearings, I think. I gotta get it fixed. But it sounds a lot worse than it is." He shakes his head. "I can't believe you thought I would actually torture kittens. Jesus, I'm a little insulted." But he's laughing as he says it.
Playful Dan is kinda scary, Justin decides. "God damn it, I've got to

Dan's smile turns predatory. "Oh, baby, if you've got a weak heart, we should turn this truck around now…"
Justin's dick responds as if Dan had reached over and grabbed hold. "You keep talking like that, we're going to have to pull it over, not turn it around." Justin tries to keep his voice light, but apparently he doesn't quite manage it, because Dan turns and gives him a long look.
"Just say the word. We should get off the interstate, probably, but this time of night, a back road…."
Justin is sorely tempted. The romantic side of him, which he'd barely even realized he had until recently, wants his first time with Dan to be perfect: rose petals strewn across white sheets, candlelight and violins. But there's no way he going to get that set up for tonight, and if it's a choice between the side of the road and Justin's utilitarian apartment, he doesn't really think there's much difference. At least the side of the road has the advantage of being closer, because Justin's not sure how long he's going to be able to wait if Dan keeps looking over at him like that.
Dan has the same matter of fact tone that he had when he'd made his offer on the roof. "What's your recovery time like? Could we do a little now, and then something more when we get there?" His voice gets a little more teasing. "Have I been good enough to earn that blowjob, yet?" He keeps his eyes on the road while his hand reaches over and rubs over Justin's fly. If Justin's dick liked Dan's voice, it
loves
this, and Justin's inhaled breath is almost pained. His eyes are closed, but he can hear the click of the turn signal, and then Dan's voice. "Yeah, we've still got a good way to go, and you're not going to be comfortable like that."
Justin opens his eyes as the car slows down and pulls into a rest stop. He can't quite believe they're doing this, but Dan seems to have decided, and Justin's in no condition to object. The truck's old enough to have a bench seat in the front, and Dan shows his usual efficiency as he turns off

instructs, and when Justin does, the whole seat slides back another six inches or so. Dan grins wolfishly as he reaches over and undoes Justin's seat belt, then grabs Justin's left knee and pulls his leg up on the bench. Justin's body swivels with it, so he's leaning with his back against the door, his legs spread wantonly. Dan hovers over him and then tugs him down a little so Justin's half-lying, half-sitting, and the door handle is digging into his back but Justin has a feeling that he's about to be well and truly distracted from that slight nuisance.

Dan carefully lays himself down on top of Justin, not a lot of weight but a long line of body contact, and then he pauses with their lips almost touching. "This okay?" he asks, and Justin sees the doubt creeping back into his eyes. Justin answers by lifting his head up for the kiss; it's not wine and roses, but it's Dan, and that's more than enough.

The kiss is as hard and hot as Justin is coming to expect from Dan, and just that, the idea that he's getting to know Dan's kisses, is enough to have his hips bucking a little, trying for more friction. He feels Dan's lips curl before they move away, down Justin's neck to his chest, and then Dan's pushing up Justin's T-shirt to get access to his skin. Dan's a little bite-y, and that's another thing that Justin hadn't really thought he enjoyed, but the mix of pleasure and pain is so reminiscent of Dan's personality that it seems appropriate, and it feels good. Justin finds himself looking forward to the nips, because he knows that they'll be followed by soothing tongue and warm, gentle lips.

By the time Dan's worked his way down to Justin's jeans, he's so hard it hurts. He doesn't think he's been this turned on while still wearing pants since high school, and it's not an entirely pleasant sensation. Again, though, Dan soothes the pain he's created, and he's surprisingly gentle as he undoes the button and eases Justin's fly open. The head of Justin's cock is peeking over the top of his boxer-briefs, and Dan looks up and grins at him before giving it a wet kiss. Justin's so busy trying to keep from bucking up into Dan's mouth that he barely hears Dan say, "No, do it, lift up a little," but the words finally register and Justin gratefully lifts his hips

There isn't far for them to go, with Justin's legs spread like they are, but Dan doesn't seem to need a lot of room. His mouth, his soft lips, wrap tightly around Justin's cock, and Justin moans at the perfection of it all. He hadn't really known what to expect from this night, had barely dared to dream of something like this. He rests his hands on Dan's head, careful not to grip too tight, trying to be respectful, but Dan doesn't even seem to notice. He's bobbing up and down, running his tongue all around, and Justin is lost in the sensations. Then Dan makes a sort of frustrated sound and lifts his mouth off, and Justin opens his eyes in alarm. Has he done something wrong?

But Dan isn't even looking at him; he sits half way up and reaches behind him and opens the door of the truck, kicks his legs outside and goes back to work. The open door means the overhead light is on, and that's great, because now Justin can see more clearly, and the sight of Dan's red lips wrapped around him is almost enough to send him over the edge. Then Dan slides his body around, changes the angle a little, and Justin understands why he needed the door open, because with this angle Justin's cock is going further back, right down Dan's throat, and Dan is swallowing around him and the feeling is almost too much. Dan goes back to bobbing his head, taking Justin right down every time, and Justin isn't even thinking anymore, and he doesn't realize that he's started thrusting until he feels Dan's hands under his ass, urging him on.

Justin isn't sure it's the gentlemanly thing to do, but he's way too far gone to care, so he accepts Dan's invitation. Dan pulls back just a little, gives him more room to move, and Justin lets himself rise into the hot, wet, soft suction of Dan's mouth, then pull out, rise again, his hips moving instinctively, reflexively. It doesn't take long after that, and Justin still has the presence of mind to warn a little, but Dan doesn't seem fazed, just nods

sucks Justin dry. He knows exactly when to stop, too, which Justin appreciates, because he's really too drained to do anything to push him off. But then Dan's sitting up, moving back to his side of the car, and that's enough to snap Justin out of his lethargy.

"Hey," he mumbles, and he reaches a hand out to catch Dan's, uses it to pull him up along his body so that they're back where they started, Justin lying back and Dan resting on top of him. But before, Dan had been pliant and teasing, and now he's rigid and uncomfortable. Justin isn't sure what happened. Well, he knows what
happened
, but he doesn't understand why it makes Dan want to be on the other side of the cab.

Justin tries a kiss; he tastes himself and deepens it. Dan's compliant, almost passive, and that's really not what Justin's come to expect from him. When Justin lets go of him and stops kissing, Dan waits for a moment, almost as if asking permission, and then slithers back to the other side of the truck. He pulls the door shut, and the overhead light turns off. Dan glances over at Justin, and nods in a generally forward direction. "If you scootch the seat forward…" he suggests, leaning down to pull the lever. Justin complies, although his brain is still a little muddy and he's not sure what they're doing, but he gets the message when Dan turns the key and starts the truck.

"No, wait…" Justin protests. "We should…I can…just…just wait a second, okay?" It started out sounding little testy, but by the end Justin feels like he's whining. He's not really impressed with either tone, and gathers his thoughts to do better. He can't find the words, though, so he just reaches over and turns the ignition off, then pulls the keys out and lays them on the dash. Dan is staring at him, and Justin hopes he's doing the right thing.

He opens his door and walks quickly around to Dan's side, hoping like hell that he doesn't hear the engine start up, doesn't get there to find the door locked. He doesn't, but Dan's carefully blank face is its own kind of escape attempt, and Justin isn't sure he'll be able to do anything about it. Still, he has to try, and he opens the door and leans down. "My turn now,

isn't it?" he asks. Dan just shrugs, not making eye contact, and Justin tries not to think of any of the horrible reasons Dan might not want Justin to get in his pants.

The angle is bad, with Dan still in the car and Justin standing outside. If Justin kneels, he'll be at the right level for a blow job, but too low for kissing, and he'd really like to kiss Dan some more. He ducks down, resting his hands on top of the truck for balance while he pokes his head inside, and he thinks he must look like some sort of demented, featherless bird stretching its wings, but that's just one of many reasons he has to hope that no one's watching.

Dan looks a little startled at Justin's approach, a little displeased at having his personal space invaded, but Justin decides he doesn't care, and that Dan should either stop running or get used to being chased. Or something a little less stalkerish—he's going to have to give this some thought, sometime when he's not focusing on talking the guy into letting him suck his dick. "Come on, Dan, I'll be good…" He grins a little tentatively. "Probably not quite as good as you, 'cause… damn, that was unbelievable." He leans in for a kiss, and Dan doesn't pull away, although he doesn't kiss back too enthusiastically either. But Justin remembers how Dan had taken charge, and he leans in takes hold of Dan's right leg, slides Dan around so his feet are hanging out the door of the truck.

Justin kisses him again, and runs his hand down over Dan's crotch. He can feel the hardness, so he knows that at least one part of Dan wants this. And he can't be sure of dimensions, but there's enough there to know that at least Dan hasn't got some sort of micro-penis, so whatever Dan's being shy about, it's not size. Justin's nasty imagination sends him a horrible image of a penis totally covered in hair, and then of one with some sort of gangrenous growth, and he's glad he's already come because both visions are enough to put him off sex for a while.
There's only one way to find out, though, and Justin brings his hand

Dan stares at him and then huffs out a little disbelieving breath. "Fuck, yeah, it's okay," he breathes, and then he's leaning forward and kissing hard, bringing a hand up to the back of Justin's neck to hold him in place, and Justin figures that whatever the reticence was about, it's been dealt with, at least for the time being. Justin falls to his knees on the rounded gravel of the rest stop parking lot, and Dan lets himself lie back on the bench seat of the truck. Dan's head had been blocking the brightness from the overhead light, but now that he's moved, Dan's groin is quite well lit. Justin steels himself in case his imagination
wasn't
running away with him, and he unzips Dan's jeans and then pulls the band of his boxers down.

Dan's cock is perfect, and Justin feels a wash of equal parts relief and embarrassment. Of course Dan is beautiful all over. He smiles up at Dan, but the other man has his arm over his face, his eyes buried in the crook of his elbow. Justin's a little disappointed; he was hoping for a bit more of a connection. But he's got at least one part of Dan to connect with, so Justin resolves to do the best he can with that. He lowers his head for a first taste, and then his concentration is all on technique, trying to get the right amount of suction and spit and tongue action. He's not a pro, but he likes to think he's got some skill. There's hardly any reaction from Dan, though, just a little hitch of breath at first contact, and then silence except for Dan's breathing and Justin's slurping.