Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Cruisin' ❯ Chapter two: Waiting ( Chapter 2 )

Cruisin’

AN: The second chapter! WOOT! I don't own Paiyoko or Masaka, but I have official permission from their creator to use them. Seeing as I'm actually writing their back stories, she has no complaints. I also don't own the brown-haired kid, but I own two other characters in here. Try to guess them when they come in. It's not hard, trust me. This is rated NC-17/M for gay sex, though not as descriptive or as drawn out as the last chapter. My cist hurts, so I'm going to shut up now.

This chapter dedicated to San. She's fucking amazing!

Chapter two: Waiting

Sounds rose up and down in an easy cadence in the terminal as people waited. The overall atmosphere was one of easy relaxation and anticipation, and the joyful murmuring of voices seemed to echo this quite well. Paiyoko wouldn't have minded it so much if he hadn't been so infuriatingly bored. Finishing his book soon after they'd arrived, he did not feel like digging around in the bags for another one, especially when they were most likely in the one he was perched atop of. He'd tried to amuse himself by people watching for a while, but that only made him realize how much he really fucking hated people.
"I'm bored," he said with a heavy sigh, lowering his head down atop his folded arms, running tanned fingers through his spiky white hair. He shot an irritable glare at his companion for the ump-teenth time, seeing what the inevitable response would be this time.
"Well, I'm not," came the mild response behind a hard covered book, a page flipping idly as the reader made progress. "I told you you shouldn't have read your book in the car, Paiyoko."
"Oh, bite me, Masaka." The two of them were vastly different, from temperament to appearance, even to the way they carried themselves. While Paiyoko was perched on the luggage bag, arms crossed on the long handle, Masaka was situated near the wall, lounging casually while he read. Maroon eyes shot a wily look over the edge of the book, which was closed with an audible fwoomph. Wary, Paiyoko leaned back, putting more distance between him and his companion.
"Maybe I shall, Paiyoko," he murmured, leaning forward into Paiyoko's personal space, black hair shining in the sunlight from under his red bandana. Paiyoko blushed hotly as he slapped a hand over Masaka's leering mouth, green eyes shooting furtive glances around them.
"Quiet, Masaka!" he hissed, glaring. "What if someone heard you?!" Nipping Paiyoko's fingers, Masaka replied with a shrug and a quick grin.
"No one's listening or looking for that matter, Paiyoko, so what's the harm? Besides, you're too hot and bored to be ignored!" he quipped, looking mildly pleased with himself for the stupid rhyme. Paiyoko sighed defeatedly and slouched, staring at Masaka with baleful eyes.
"Masaka, please, not now," he quietly begged. Masaka stared at his face for a moment, then nodded sharply and pulled back. He picked up his book and flipped it open, relaxing once again. Paiyoko sighed again. Giving in, he slid off his perch, crouching on the ground as he started to open the bag in search of another book. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around him and pulled, yanking him back into a strong embrace. He yelped and struggled for a moment before recognizing the smell of his 'attacker', the sound of his low chuckling, the feel of the strong arms beneath the soft fabric holding him close. Growling, he slumped in the forceful embrace, sending a half-hearted glare over his shoulder at Masaka.
"Masaka... let go of me," he said quietly, exasperated. "I'm looking for another--mhhmph!" Masaka interrupted him in the quickest and surest way possible.
His tongue crawled pass Paiyoko's parted lips easily, ravishing the treasure beyond with pleasure. He swallowed Paiyoko's soft groans with a mental grin; no matter how prude he acted, his little boyfriend enjoyed sex just as much as he did.
"You...me...bathroom," Masaka breathed into Paiyoko's ear, causing Paiyoko to whimper. "Now."
"But... the luggage..." He gestured to the luggage, limply, slumped completely in Masaka's embrace; he was not going to move unless it was to find someplace to have sex. Masaka shot glances around, settling on an ash-brown haired boy.
"Hey, you!" Masaka gestured sharply. The boy flinched and looked over, green-and-brown eyes wide. "Here's a twenty; watch our luggage while we're gone." He thrust the bill into the boy's face and the boy nodded, turning to stare at their luggage, sitting on his own. Masaka got up and pulled Paiyoko and they dashed down the terminal's hallways.
"Here," Paiyoko pointed at one of those one person, handicap bathrooms. Masaka nodded and they darted inside.
Paiyoko barely had time to lock the door before Masaka grabbed his shoulders and thrust him up against the cold tile, kissing him passionately again. Braced by Masaka's hands, Paiyoko twisted his hands into Masaka's hair, removing the bandana by accident. With a mild growl, Masaka nipped at his lips and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his knees before grabbing Paiyoko. Paiyoko moaned, eyes rolling back into his head as Masaka continued to stroke. He was so out of it, he didn't even notice when Masaka slipped a finger inside him. Masaka smirked and leaned forward, taking Paiyoko's ear into his mouth and nibbling and sucking on it. Paiyoko was moaning in earnest now, shaking his head from side-to-side, gnawing on his knuckles, and Masaka took the opportunity to slide another finger in. Judging Paiyoko to be ready, he wiped his fingers on his jeans and tossed the lube, unfastening his jeans and pulling them off, grabbing Paiyoko's and pulling them off and throwing them off to the side. Grabbing Paiyoko by the hips, he lifted him and thrust in.
They moaned, clinging to each other as they tried to adjust. Paiyoko thrust down suddenly, and that was all that was needed. Masaka thrust in and out quickly, their pants and moans mixing together in the small, tiled room. It was over quickly, the two stiffening as they found release, Masaka gasping and Paiyoko shouting out his lover's name. Masaka held Paiyoko to him, rubbing his head soothingly as they calmed down.
"You okay?" Masaka asked after a few moments, smiling gently down at Paiyoko and rubbing his back. He made some weird mumbling noise, and Masaka laughed. "I know I'm good," he teased, ruffling Paiyoko's hair. Paiyoko glared at him then tiredly pushed him away and put his feet back on the ground. Masaka held him up until he could regain his balance, then grabbed their pants. They got dressed in silence, Paiyoko sniffing the air every few moment or so. Masaka walked over to the sink and cleaned off his shirt the best he could while Paiyoko kept sniffing behind him. Turning around, he faced his boyfriend, smirking. "What's up?"
"It smells like something... fruity," Paiyoko muttered, looking around. Masaka blinked, then laughed. "What?"
"That would be the strawberry lube I used," he said between chuckles, holding up the lube before putting it in his pocket. Paiyoko gaped, then glared.
"YOU MEAN I'M GOING TO SMELL FRUITY ALL DAY?!?" he shrieked, moving to strangle his boyfriend. Masaka caught his arms and kissed him hard, driving him into the wall again. Pulling back slightly, he smirked at Paiyoko's dazed stare and muttered, "Until we do this again... do you really think that's going to be all day?" Kissing him one more time, Masaka stepped back, straightened up Paiyoko's appearance and his own, then grabbed his bandana off the floor and tied it tightly to his head.
"C'mon, let's go back," Masaka said loudly, unlocking and opening the door, dragging a still-dazed Paiyoko out of the restroom and back to the terminal. Thanking the boy who watched their luggage, he sat back down on his luggage and dragged an unresisting Paiyoko down into his lap. Paiyoko was still dazed from their earlier activities, and Masaka was going to take advantage of being able to hold his lover in public as long as he could. After awhile, the relative peace of the terminal was broken by two shouting voices.
"Why the hell is it my fault we're late?" one demanded sharply, and another replied instantly.
"Because you fucking insisted on giving me one last toss in the car before we left!" he roared, and all parents with small children hurried to cover their ears. The two men came into view, dumping their two pieces of luggage near where Paiyoko and Masaka were, glaring at each other. The one with shoulder-length black hair smirked, leaning backwards and leering at the blonde one.
"You weren't complaining," he said smugly, and the other glared.
"It's kinda hard to complain when you're being fucking deep throated, isn't it fuckface?!" he shouted, looking like he was about to take a swing at the cocky one. They glared for a few more minutes then dropped onto their luggage with mutual sighs.
"We'll finish this later, when we can actually have sex afterwards," the cocky one said, and the blonde one nodded once, sharply.
"Fine. I get to top this time then."
"Deal." They shook on it then took out things to amuse themselves, ignoring the looks of everyone else in the terminal. Masaka laughed and hugged Paiyoko closer, nuzzling his neck affectionately.
"See? At least we aren't that bad!" Paiyoko shot him a look but didn't move.
"Maybe, but don't push it. I'd kill us before we got that bad," he said flatly, and Masaka laughed, hugging him closer.
"Deal."
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AN: That was fun to write! I wrote most of it on the phone with San, and I actually was able to read it back to her later. Much kudos to San for creating Masaka and Paiyoko, and allowing me to use them. Not that she's going to complain if this is the result.
I love Alec and Vincent. They're like me in a sense: who cares if people are watching? They don't mean anything anyway; they're not important! I love them soooooo much.
Next chapter will be out whenever.
Hehe, spell check tried to change fuckface to muckrake. *sniggers*
Setsuna, out!
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