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Taking a Breather
🕑 Added 2021-02-04 06:59:25 +0000 UTCBoth Ethan and Cody laid on the bed completely exhausted for nearly 15 minutes, just staring at the ceiling in utter amazement at what had easily been the best sex of their lives.
Ethan was the first to speak not taking his eyes off the rivets in the ceiling of the van, “So uhh...want something to drink?”
Cody took a second to respond, “...Yeah...I think I need to hydrate a bit after…yeah…”
Rolling off the bed to get a water bottle, both of them instantly realized the problem when they heard a loud SQUELSH.
After a nearly two hour long marathon session the RV was hardly in any kind of livable condition. The two had created a considerable mess that was not going to be easy to clean up. Aside from the cassette tapes strewn across the living space, a guitar that had somehow become stuck in the top corner of the van, and bed sheets that were absolutely drenched the shag carpet that covered the floor was a total loss.
Managing to make his way to the cabin, Ethan drove up to a slight incline at the forest’s edge of the parking lot and put the van back in park.
Swinging open the doors the two watched in awe as a small waterfall of white jiggling goop began to exit the van.
Too exhausted to wait for the slow moving mass to completely seep out both sat at the edge as Ethan eventually slumped over into Cody’s arms. Leaning back with his arm around the blonde teen, Cody smiled as he savored the moment.
Ethan closed his eyes and nestled his head against Cody’s shoulder savoring the scent that the rocker had worked up with him. Basking in the afterglow the two sat in silence for a long perfect moment, watching the clouds pass above their head.
Eventually the two felt their stomachs growling and realized that they’d worked up one hell of an appetite.
Looking back into the van, which was now much less white, they found their clothes in...less than wearable condition. Even if they hadn’t been drenched in cum for hours some of the parts were now in tatters thanks to the expediency at which they’d been torn off.
Cody looked down at his ripped shirt and looked up only to burst out laughing as he saw Ethan posing with his shorts that had a massive hole in it which let his cock hang out freely.
Ethan smiled, feigning innocence, “What, is my fly down?”
Reaching down under his bed Ethan pulled out a now sticky plastic box and unsealed the lid revealing his still dry clothes.
Placing the box outside the two worked in the buff moving the innards of Ethan’s damp and gooey van around so they could pull up the ruined carpet. Once they’d removed the defunct remnant of a more groovy era they rolled it up and chucked it in the gym dumpster.
Now dressed in Ethan’s dry clothes the two hopped in the cabin and began to drive down the road, listening to the radio. Music filled the air as they let their windows down and the brisk afternoon air in.
Both took turns looking at each other out of the corner of their eye, blushing and laughing lightly when their gaze met.
Pulling into the parking lot of Busy Burger the two hopped out and waltzed into the middle of the restaurant gazing in wonder at the illustrated menu in a way that could only be matched by a famished marathon runner.
When Ethan finally made it to the counter the bespectacled clerk looked at the two of them and in a droning cracked voice said, “Welcome to Busy Burger where we’re never too busy for burgers. How can I help you?”
Wiping the drool from his mouth Ethan smiled, “Yeah, I’ll have two number 9’s, a large number 9, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 4’s, one with cheese, and two large sodas…”
The clerk looked at him with a slack jaw having stopped punching in the order and blinked a few times before completing it, “O-Okay...that will be-”
Ethan stopped him, “Hold up. Hey Cody, what do you want?”
Cody stroked his chin still contemplating, “Can’t decide. Sooo...I’ll have one of everything. Small, gotta watch my figure you know?”
After pooling their money, which mostly consisted of Cody’s, the two parted the crowd as they balanced trays upon trays of food to a table before sitting down.
Staring at the greasy feast they’d just ordered a gleam of light shot down through parting clouds, seemingly illuminating the mountain of food as if it was mana from the gods. The two looked at each other with gleaming eyes and jokingly thanked the gods of rock, sex, and fast food for deleviring unto them such a blessing.
Three hours later the two sat in their booth, stuffed, with piles of wrappers between them.
They chatted about everything from how they’d grown up, to how they got into music, to what kind of movies they liked. When Cody talked Ethan let his hand sink into his palm staring at the rock god before him. In return, when Ethan talked Cody seemed to stare at him in a daze as taking his time to memorize every strand of hair on his partner’s head.
The two laughed and sat, enjoying each other’s company, neither one wanting to leave.
More hours passed until the sun began to droop below the city skyline. The restaurant was closing and it was time to go.
Slowly migrating to the parking lot the two stood there for another hour chatting under the gleam of a streetlight. And when it finally came time to part the two blushed...suddenly nervous and seemingly having forgotten how intimate they’d been just that morning.
Both stood in silence before Ethan finally let a word escape, “So-”
But a word was all he got. Cody grabbed Ethan by the shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss that stretched on from one magical moment to the next. Their breath stolen, eventually they parted, panting all the while.
Ethan took a second to finish what he was saying before being so pleasantly interrupted, “So...I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cody smiled, “Hell yeah dude.”
Drifting away from Ethan, the rocker winked and shot him a finger gun, hesitating to turn away even as he walked.
Ethan blushed as he did his best to keep his cool, waving as he got to his van door before hearing Cody shout from behind him, “Oh...and bring your guitar!”
Finally getting into the cabin of his van Ethan waited until the rocker was out of sight before pumping his fists into the air ecstatically. Cranking up the radio, he sang along to an old classic rock tune as he drove off feeling as if he was flying in his seat.
The night had never seemed so bright...
