Dance With Destiny

by Sloan Johnson

  And isn’t it a damn shame that he’ll be out of my life in less than four hours? He’s more than a hot body with considerable assets; he’s witty, a bit sarcastic, and I’ve felt some inexplicable pull to him since the first time I heard his voice. If I’d met Tony in Phoenix, he’s exactly the type of man I’d want to get to know better if I’m really going to explore the idea of finding someone steady in my life. At this point, I seem to have myself convinced that even his tendency to say whatever is on his mind is somewhat endearing.

  With nothing better to do after giving up on the spreadsheets yet again, I glance at Tony out of the corner of my eye, trying to imagine the ripples of muscles now hidden beneath his baggy, faded orange Syracuse sweatshirt. If I can’t get him out of my head, I might as well entertain the fantasy while we’re here.

  Going on the memory of his body pressed against mine, and the way he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, I’m certain his body is well built. His rough hands tell me that he doesn’t earn his living by sitting behind a desk all day, so his physique is likely the result of hours spent doing manual labor rather than wasting time in the gym. Dammit, now I’m imagining feeling those rough hands running along every inch of my bare skin.

  “Everything okay over there?” Tony chuckles, never taking his eyes off the road. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. No, I’m not okay, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of admitting as much. My cock is throbbing, wishing I hadn’t been so sensible when Tony had me pressed against the side of the truck.

  I try to respond, but the words get stuck in my throat, so I nod stiffly. When a hand grips my thigh, I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. Looking at Tony, I see a smug grin on his sexy as hell face. “Really? Because you seem a bit…tense.”

  Both of us stare at his hand on my knee, neither saying a word. When was the last time anyone so blatantly flirted with me? The better question, is when was the last time I enjoyed letting someone else call the shots? Tony looks to me for an indication of what I’m feeling and I swallow hard. Even in the darkness, I can see him pleading for me to be okay with what he’s doing.

  I really should stop him as his hand travels higher on my leg, his fingers brushing against the head of my restrained erection. But it feels too good. “Shouldn’t you pay attention to your driving?” My voice cracks and the words come out in an octave I haven’t heard since I hit puberty. Tony’s hand lands where I so desperately want him, causing my hips to buck slightly off the seat. He runs his fingers along the length, lingering near the tip. If he keeps it up, he’s going to feel a wet spot on my jeans pretty soon.

  “I’m a good at multitasking,” Tony replies, squeezing gently before stroking me over the confining denim again. “It’s a beautiful night and the roads are clear. There’s nothing to worry about.”

  “What about them?” I protest, jerking my head toward the sleeping coeds in the back seat. I can only imagine them waking up to see me with my dick hanging out and him jerking me while he’s driving down the road. He doesn’t stop, or even slow, the way he’s stroking me over the top of my jeans. Every time he tightens his grip, I struggle to keep from begging him to give me more.

  “They’re sound asleep,” he points out. Tony makes quick work of releasing the button on my jeans. I really should stop him, but being the responsible one hasn’t gotten me anywhere up until now, so I say screw it. Just once, I’m going to do what my body is begging me to rather than what my brain says I should. My cheeks heat, and my erection flags slightly as I try to convince myself this is okay. I shift closer to Tony, turning slightly so my soon-to-be-exposed body is at least somewhat hidden from view. “As long as you’re quiet, no one will know what’s going on up here.”

  Quiet. Yeah, that’s going to be an issue if this goes any further. The backs of his fingers brush along my now throbbing cock as he fumbles with the zipper of my jeans. I bat his hand away, needing to free myself before I have an embarrassing situation. I look over to Tony and see him watching me, dividing his attention between driving and the dick proudly jutting out of the opening in my jeans.

  “Fuck,” Tony hisses. If I wasn’t so keyed up right now, I’d laugh at the sight of him licking his bottom lip as he stares at the head of my dick still mostly shielded by the foreskin. His hand pushes back the skin, gathering the pre-cum already forming in my slit. My hips buck violently and I bite my lip hard to keep from groaning. “Remember, you have to stay quiet for this to work.”

  His voice is deeper now, sending a shiver through my body at his forceful tone. I know I’ll do whatever he asks, as long as he keeps stroking me. He proves that he is adept at dividing his attention as his hand slides up and down my length, flicking his wrist slightly every time he reaches the crown. My spine tingles and I want to beg him to slow down so the pleasure is drawn out.

  “Lift your hips,” he demands and I comply reluctantly. I have a feeling I know what’s coming, and it seems far too much risk in our current location. He tugs at the waistband of my jeans and I take the hint, pulling them down past my knees so my bare ass is resting against the upholstery of the seat, allowing him better access. The thought crosses my mind that I should argue that we can’t do this, but I bite my lower lip rather than protest. Tony does everything in his power to keep my mind with him so I don’t freak out about the fact that I’m sitting here half-naked in the presence of three complete strangers. Although, at this point I’m not sure Tony counts as a stranger with the way he’s working my body.

  Tony reaches between my legs, tugging my sac, which is already drawn tight to my body. I’m like a firecracker, threatening to explode with the slightest provocation. The way he squeezes my balls is an odd combination of pain and pleasure, but it effectively pulls me away from the edge of my climax. “Relax. We still have a few hours in the car and I’d love nothing more than to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. I’m going to lead you to the cliff and then pull you away over and over again until you’re begging me to let you come.”

  His words feel like a blessed warning. Sex is usually about getting in, getting off, and getting out for me, but what Tony describes sounds like a great way to pass the time. I don’t want his hand to leave my body until we’re in the city and it’s time to say goodbye.

  His fingers glide from my balls all the way to my tip, but this time, Tony refuses to give me the pressure I crave. Gathering more of the fluid seeping from my cock, he continues pumping his hand up and down my length, altering his grip in an effort to drive me insane. The sounds of our heavy breathing and my stifled moans fill the truck and I pray it’s not as loud as it sounds to my ears.

  “Tweak your nipples, Dominic.” I lift the sweatshirt over my head, tossing it on the floor between my feet. I reach under my shirt, pinching and twisting, writhing with the added sensation.

  “I want to see you. Twist them hard enough that it hurts,” he demands and I lift the front of my t-shirt over my head so my chest is bared to him. With my pants around my knees and my t-shirt stretched over my arms, my head and my needy cock do battle with one another. I shouldn’t find this so sexy with the girls lightly snoring behind us, but it only heightens every sensation.

  “Tony, I don’t—” He silences me by clenching his fist around my cock. It’s not comfortable, but then the pain is replaced by an insane need. I begin thrusting into his fist while pinching my own nipples, wishing we were someplace more private. Someplace where I could work to make him feel half as good as I do right now.

  “I told you to be quiet,” he growls, sucking in a deep breath when I nod. The faster he tugs, the harder it is for me to be silent, but I’m determined to let him finish. “That’s fucking hot,” he moans and I run my hands down my torso, entwining my fingers with his.

  “Please, Tony…need…more,” I beg, trying to keep my voice low. Knowing we’re not alone only serves to make this chance encounter that much hotter. He removes his hand from under mine, shoving two fingers into my mouth. I suck them d
eep, showing him exactly what my mouth is capable of as my tongue weaves between them. The truck slows and I release his fingers and look over to see that his foot has slipped off the gas pedal. “Cruise control,” I suggest, praying this reckless abandon doesn’t wind up with all of us dead in a ditch. With a pretty good idea of where those fingers are about to go, I shift in the seat so I’m leaning against the door with my right foot resting on the edge of the seat.

  Tony takes my advice and, after getting his fingers good and wet, dips them between my ass cheeks. I lift off the seat to allow him to go deeper. Needing him to touch me. I stroke faster, gripping myself tight, the urge to come overwhelming me as Tony runs his fingers over my entrance. When he dips the tip of one finger inside, I’m incapable of stopping myself from moaning his name.

  Instantly, his finger is gone. “You’re going to wake them. Do you want an audience? Is that the type of thing you’re into?” My gaze meets his and I know that he knows the answer without me having to say a thing. Normally, I would have said ‘hell no’ because I’ve never thought of myself as a voyeur. But now, the only hesitation is that they don’t know what we’re doing. There’s a twisted part of me that would love to have them watching everything we’re doing with rapt attention.

  “Yeah, you do like that idea, don’t you?” he goads. He pushes my hand out of the way and begins teasing me. This time, running just the tip of his thumb and index finger along my shaft. I moan, wanting to plead with him to finish me off, but not daring to speak. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” I nod and am rewarded by his fingers closing around me. One of the girls stirs in the back seat and I start bucking harder against his fist. It doesn’t take long before I’m biting down on my fist to keep from screaming his name as I watch him wring every last drop of cum from my cock.

  “All better?” Tony asks. I turn to see him licking his fingers, practically humming as he tastes my release on his skin.

  “Yeah, but what about you?” I look down at his crotch and see that he’s hard as steel in his jeans. Not wanting to be a taker, I move my hand to Tony’s lap. I look behind us and see the girls starting to move and pull back. There’s no way I can reciprocate without waking them.

  Sensing my frustration, Tony pats my leg as I struggle to quickly right my clothes. “Don’t worry about me. That was more than enough.”

  My release leaves me completely and utterly spent, so I don’t try to argue with him. Instead, I ball up my sweatshirt and prop it against the window to use as a pillow. As I drift off to sleep, I’m comforted by the feel of Tony gently caressing my leg. When I get home, I need to stop paying so much attention to my business and make time to find someone. These few moments with Tony are like a sugar high; I’m sated and comfortable now, but I know that feeling is going to burn off quickly.

  With everyone else in the truck sleeping, I’m left with nothing but my own thoughts as I make my way up the New Jersey Turnpike. The snow is coming down fast and hard now, which helps because it forces me to focus on something other than the man sitting next to me. The way he retreated into himself and went to sleep as soon as he came makes it a pretty safe bet that he’s pissed off about what happened.

  And I have no one to blame but myself. He told me that he’s not a fan of doing anything in public and I still took what I wanted. As usual, I didn’t give even half a shit about what his wishes as long as I got my way. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is that he made mention of the fact that he couldn’t reciprocate and he seemed to genuinely feel bad about it. The man is confusing the shit out of me.

  To be honest, I’m pretty sure there are things Dominic wants that he doesn’t even know, because there’s no doubt in my mind that he was just as turned on as I was by the idea of one of those girls waking up and seeing what I was doing to him. Sure, it’s a bit creepy now that I think about it, but while I was jerking his cock, I almost shot my own load while thinking about looking into the rearview mirror and seeing a pair of eyes fixed on the way Dominic was fucking my hand.

  As I pass Jackson, I pull the cell phone out of my hoodie to call Kennedy. There’s no way in hell I’m going into the city tonight, not with as turned on as I still am thinking about Dominic fucking my fist. I may be a grown man, but the thought of jacking off in the shower at my parents’ house while thinking about Dominic is too much.

  “Hey, baby,” she answers after the second ring. “Are you safe at your parents’?”

  I can hear her shuffling across her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Looking at the clock, I realize she’s probably going to kick my ass because if she’s already in bed it means she has to be up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow. Kennedy might be small, but that chick throws a mean right hook when she’s pissed. “Not yet. Flight was cancelled, so a group of us jumped in an SUV to drive up. Babe, I have a huge favor to ask…”

  Dominic shifts beside me and I reach out for him. I shouldn’t touch him, but every time he’s moved since falling he nodded off, I’ve placed my hand on his arm or leg, willing him to stay asleep. As long as he’s not awake, I don’t have to feel him shooting daggers at me through those rich brown eyes. While he sleeps, I’m able to pretend that he enjoyed what happened and wishes there could be more, the same way I am.

  “Tony, did I lose you?” Kennedy asks.

  “No, I’m here. Look, I need you to pick me up at Metropark. I’ll explain later, but I’m not heading home tonight and I was sorta hoping you’d let me curl up next to you so I don’t freeze to death.” Kennedy knows what my family can be like. They’re mostly tolerable in small doses, but we’ve never seen eye to eye on anything. More than once, she’s been the one to take me in when they become too much to handle.

  “No problem. How long until you get here?”

  “About thirty minutes, is that cool?” I feel like an ass. I should have given her more notice than this, but I really thought I’d be okay. My flight was carefully selected to make sure I’d get in after my parents were in bed, giving me a few extra hours before having to deal with their condescending comments about how I’m not living up to my potential.

  These stolen hours with Dominic are turning me into a greedy bastard. For every minute we get together, I want hours more. My mind wanders as Kennedy sets the phone down long enough to get dressed and I think about what it would be like to be able to have someone I could take home to meet the parents. Not because they’d be accepting of anyone I’d choose to have by my side, but because it’s a rite of passage. Hell, they won’t even accept that I love going to work every day, even if it’s a slow day spent cleaning and restocking the trucks, so Hell will freeze over before they’ll approve of who I am in the rest of my life. Being able to be open about my sexuality for just a few moments with Dominic has me wishing this was my life; that I didn’t have to keep up this charade for the sake of family unity. Who knew a complete stranger offering me a ride would flip my outlook on life upside down?

  “Sounds good! I’m going to start some coffee and I’ll head over. It’s going to be so good to see you!”

  “You too, babe. I love you.” I hang up. There’s a pit in my stomach, twisting and turning as I reach over to wake Dominic. I’m a fucking punk. Now, he’s going to have to jump behind the wheel and make sure the girls get to where they’re going right after waking up. And it’s at least partly because I’m worried that if I drive all the way into the city, I won’t want to go home at all. I’d wind up begging him to take me to his hotel room so we could finish what we started. The notion that he doesn’t want that is better left a probability than a certainty. “Dominic, wake up.”

  This time, Dominic’s body stiffens under my touch. He jerks away from me and the eyes looking back at me are icy cold. It’s as if he’s a completely different person than the kind man who offered me a ride at the airport.

  “Are we there?” he asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’s staring straight ahead, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

  “No, but
I’m going to have you drop me off at the train station instead. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” I may not know Dominic well, but he’s most definitely pissed about something. The only logical conclusion is that it has something to do with what happened before he went to sleep. Getting him off in the truck might have been a stupid thing to do, but it’s not as if we can do anything about it now. “Look, about what happened earlier—”

  “Forget about it,” he snaps. “What’s done is done. Besides, it’s not as if we have to see one another every day, so I see no point in making things awkward.”

  When I try to respond, he holds up his hand to me. I may not be the smartest man to ever walk the planet, but that’s a pretty universal sign. He shifts so he’s almost sitting sideways in his seat, avoiding any chance of conversation.

  Easier said than done, buddy. For someone who wants to erase what we shared, Dominic is the one doing a damn fine job of making this uncomfortable. He’s right; in a few more miles this will all be history. So why do I give a fuck? Tomorrow night, after I’m done dealing with the family shit, I’ll have Kennedy meet me somewhere and we’ll go out to a few clubs. If I’m lucky, I won’t even remember his name by the time my sister says ‘I do’.

  Dominic doesn’t give me as much as a sidelong glance the rest of the drive to Metropark. When we pull into the lot, I flash my high beams at Kennedy so she’ll know it’s me. If looks could kill, there’s no doubt in my mind Kennedy’s ass would be on life support with the way Dominic glares at her through the windshield. By the time I can pull into the parking space next to her, Kennedy is standing outside of her car, bouncing to keep warm. “So, uh…thanks for the ride,” I say, uncomfortable with how we’re leaving things.

  “Like I said in D.C., I was coming this way anyway. Hope your family is happy to see you,” he says dismissively. He looks past me to where Kennedy is watching with rapt attention. He reaches for the door handle and gets out as I do the same. As I lift the back gate to grab my bag, Dominic brushes past me as if I’m not there.