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Mozart vs. The Condom
"Fuck!" My eyebrows rose in question at Julien's outburst. His grin was quick and disarming. "I hate déj� vu."
I gazed out, over the steering wheel, to the many trees passing at a blurring speed. The wind flying by my ears drowned out the sound of birds and the rush of water from the river no more than ten feet from the tires of my new pick-up. Through the windshield, the asphalt wound it's way through the majestic rise of pine trees that coated the Rocky Mountains. It's not unusual for one or both of us to have déj� vu; we'd been down this strip of road so many times. This, however, was the first time we'd been by ourselves. I was so happy to have him to myself; school had been somewhat overwhelming, so it's nice to get away.
"We'll be there soon, hon." I rested my hand in it's usual place on his thigh and sighed when his covered mine.
"Let's stop for a little while, Cal, go for a walk?"
"Oh, no!" I laughed. "Famous last words. They're almost as bad as `We need to talk,' except this way I could get killed, too."
There was that grin again. "I just want to walk through the forest with my boyfriend." His eyes on mine, Julien lifted my hand and kissed each of my fingers with a feather-light touch. "If your body turns up a few miles down the river, well..."
I was laughing so hard, my eyes closed tight as the feeling enveloped me, that I almost missed our turn. The narrow road, lined with clumps of wildflowers, was only three miles from my parent's cottage, where we'd be staying the weekend.
"We're almost there. We can go for a walk after we unpack." I hate being the cautious one, but I wanted to get there before nightfall.
Julien shifted until he was right beside me, my arm around his shoulders, his body pressed firmly against mine. "Can't you compromise?" he coaxed, inching his fingers up from my knee. "Just a little?" This was whispered in my ear as his roaming hand cupped me through my jeans.
My hand jerked on the wheel at the combined pleasure from his busy hand and his equally busy tongue, lapping at my throat, then slowly sucking my earlobe into his warm, wet mouth.
"Holy shit, Jules!"
Involuntarily, my arm tightened around him, bringing him closer. Shaking my head to clear the fog, I slowed the truck, coming to a stop behind a thick stand of spruces. With both hands finally free, I hauled Julien onto my lap, growing harder with the contact. Locking my lips on his slender throat, I let my hands roam. Fingers working frantically, I undid the buttons of his shirt, then groaned in frustration, finding another under the first.
Julien's hand fisted in my hair, dragged me up to meet his lips. I gladly accepted, plunging my hands under his white muscle shirt, feeling my way to his nipples, rubbing until he moaned in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I lifted both shirts over his head. Mine followed his, landing in a pile on the dash.God, I love his hands; big and rough, yet slender, artistic. Just the feel of them on my already sensitive skin nearly sent me over. With our jeans and boxers carpeting the floorboards, we stretched out across the seat, sweat-slicked skin slipping seductively as hands explored previously mapped territory; as tongues wrestled, neither able to pin the other for very long.
Needing more, I slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses, stopping here and there to nibble. When I reached my goal, I just stared, drinking in a sight I knew well.
"Caleb, please!" Julien put a hand on my head, guiding me down.
Obligingly, I took him into my mouth, humming in pleasure. Julien's gasp wasn't exactly expected, but I smiled around my mouthful, trying to remember his favorite song. When he started whimpering, I began humming. We had been together for just over two months but I never thought to do this! It took all of my willpower, but I pulled away when he started getting close.
Gasping, Julien opened the glove-box and pulled out the vaseline and one of the condoms he knew I kept there. He sat up, beautifully naked, and crawled up next to me, leaving enough room for us to move around. Long, slender fingers fumbled with the little foil packet and I couldn't hold back the giggle.
"Mozart vs. The Condom." But my laughter died on his lips and I gladly lost myself. I felt everything, yet nothing. I knew when he rolled the condom into place, but my mind refused to process the fact.
Suddenly, he stopped, drew away, only to throw one leg long over my waist. He paused and I could feel those bottle green eyes boring into me. He lowered his lips and his hips at the same time, until I was completely surrounded by Julien, completely intoxicated by him.
We came together, him shooting into the cramped space between our stomach as I shot deep inside him.
Twenty minutes later, we were back on the road. Julien's head was resting on my leg and the soothing sounds of Mozart were resounding in the cab of my pick-up.
Needless to say, we had a great weekend.
The End