Breaking the haze

In darkness, the two went towards the parking lot. Jonathan, pulling a pair of keys from his pocket, dangled it and tossed it in the direction of Munky. Who accidentally missed the catch completely and ends up bumping into a fiery red Mercedes.

“It’d be better if you took the wheel right about now.” He said, fondling with the keys in the ignition. Starting it.

“You know I don’t drive.”

“But I could’ve helped you with that erection you’re still sporting.”

“Hell, I’d kill us both on the spot.”

“You’d die happy.”

“Hah, I know. Too happy. Just imagine what the autopsy would be like. Me with my dick out on an examination table at the morgue… your head still on it.”

“That is a sick-fucking thought.”

“You’re welcome.” Jonathan had his hands on his knees that were bouncing restlessly in his seat, “Drive faster!” Munky noticing this from the side of his eye, slides his right hand down his sweat pants slyly, “Ahhh- Munk…Gahh, Stop it!”

“Sorry, I thought this car was a stick shift.” He smiles.

“We can’t ruin these seats! This is David’s car.”

“Fucking buy him a new one then.”

“Ugghhh…if you keep touching me I’ll have too.” Jonathan’s voice squeaked, as James grasped his shaft tighter in his hand and refused to take any further movement. He lifted his hips impatiently up, throwing his head back into the seat, trying his best to get some form of friction out of it out of his hand. “You give into temptation pretty quickly, don’t ya.” Abruptly that hand was pulled away and put to use at a turn on the steering wheel.


“I could just fpff…” Jonathan bit on his bottom lip, muffling his last set of words. He shifted in his seat uneasily until facing in the opposite direction of Munky, towards the window. Taking deep subtle breaths, he rolled down the power-window and hoped the air would cool his hot skin.


TBC.