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NEW: Hitchhiker 1/10 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: HitchHiker
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta: Riley (we so love her!)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trianne as part of the 2005 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!
I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was raining- a slow drizzle that turned the world grey and dull. The kind of rain that worked its way through your clothes with slow deliberation, wetting you from the outside in.
He stood in the rain, coat closed tight, collar turned up to meet his hat, under which he protected his earphones. At his feet lay a damp backpack that had clearly seen better days. He stood beside the road, one pale hand stuck out, thumb up, praying for a lift as the rain started to fall a little harder, reducing visibility even more.
The whish-whish noise of the windshield wipers driving away the persistent rain kept Viggo company as he drove his truck down a quiet country lane. A faint frown tugged at his mouth when his headlights revealed a small form huddled by the side of the road, hand stuck out in a plea. His compassionate nature tugged against his caution aagainst picking up strangers.
The wind kicked up suddenly, pushing the truck to the left of the yellow line. Viggo fought to keep from swerving too much, his mind made up by this worsening of the conditions. He slowed up and pulled over, opening the door in offering to the hitchhiker.
Scrambling to grab his bag and get into the car and out of the rain as quickly as he could, he offered a quick smile to the driver. “Thanks.” He sat on the far edge of the seat, unsure how safe this man was, but it was worth getting out of the rain that now beat on the roof of the car.
“Where are you going?” Viggo asked, pulling back out into the road. He pressed the pedal down a bit harder, not wanting to carry his unknown passenger for too long. A glance at the man revealed next to nothing, his old-style hat pulled down so the brim hid his face completely. His clothes looked worn, though originally stylish- a trench coat paired with faded jeans and once expensive shoes.
“Somewhere I can get dry?” The hitchhiker looked up at the driver. “Wherever you can take me? I- I don’t have any place in mind.”
For a moment, the huge blue eyes caught Viggo in their depths. Only another crazy gust of wind reminded him to concentrate on the road again. “The next town is about fifty miles ahead. I was planning on staying the night there...” Viggo paused when he realized how that sounded. “I mean, I can drop you anywhere in town.”
“That would be great.” But he could not help wondering suddenly if he was being offered something more. He let his gaze travel up and down the driver’s body, his look hidden under the brim of his hat, and smiled. His Good Samaritan was an attractive man. Perhaps he should see if the man was amiable to a trade for the evening’s shelter.
Although he did not see the look, Viggo felt the incredible eyes rake over him like fire over coals. Despite his passenger’s slight build, the decision to pick him up suddenly seemed incredibly dangerous. The temperature in the car jumped several degrees, even though the wind howled even harder outside. “I’m Viggo, by the way,” he ventured finally.
“Hi Viggo.” He considered for a long moment before saying softly, “I’m Jordan.” His gaze lingered on Viggo for a few moments before he finally looked away and through the front window of the car, shivering in reaction to the cold day.
Viggo’s hand reached out instantly to turn on the heat, flooding the car with warmth. “Have you eaten anything lately, Jordan?”
Jordan did not even realize he was moving, but as soon as the heat started to flow, he sat forward, close to the vent. “Ohhh... nice.” He rubbed small pale hands together, trying to work some warmth into them. “Um... I had a donut for dinner last night? Why?”
“There are some snacks in my backpack. I always take more than I can eat when I go out painting.” Viggo jerked his head toward the pack on the floor near Jordan’s feet. “You’re welcome to whatever you want.” Another car, the first for miles, passed them by in the flash of headlights. The brights sparked in Viggo’s eyes, causing him to jerk away and back toward his passenger.
“Thanks, man.” Looking down at the bag, he smiled. “Um... you... you don’t mind me getting them out... I mean... going through your bag and all?” He looked up at Viggo questioningly, blue eyes visible again.
“Nothing of any interest in there, unless you pickpocket tubes of oil colors and strange art supplies.” For the first time, Viggo smiled, his entire face transforming, as he thought about the disappointed of a thief who snatched his pack.
“No, I don’t normally pickpocket much, let alone steal paint.” Going through the bag, he pulled out a bag of chips and opened it with a grin. “So... did your wife pack you lunch or something?”
“I just tossed whatever happened to be in my cupboards together and drove off this morning. I planned on going home tonight, but this rain changed my plans. I ended up having to detour over seventy miles when my main road washed out.” His grin widened as he laughed at himself.
“Seventy miles? That’s not so good...” Snuggling back into the seat, Jordan turned to look at Viggo. “So... what did you paint? Is it a hobby or are you like an artist?”
“I’m an artist.” Viggo slowed to avoid a puddle that threatened to swallow part of the road. “Painting, photography, poetry... the killer p’s.” He picked up his Nalgene and took a deep swallow. “May I ask what you’re doing hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere?”
“I’m pretty sure you can ask, yep...” He looked out the window, scrunching into himself for a moment. “No special reason.” It was all the answer he had to give. “So... you make money from all that art stuff?”
“I do now. It took me a long time to get enough experience to produce work that interested enough people. Still, it was worth all the odd jobs and hard work... guess that sounds pretty lame to you.” He did not press about the unanswered question. Whatever pushed a young man to make his lonely way across the country, Viggo hoped he found a place to settle.
“So you like only paint and photograph things that people are interested in? Sounds kinda... commercial?” There was a very faint disapproving note in his voice. He did not think art should be made for what people liked, but he understood the need to make something that sells, money made the world go round, after all.
At this statement, Viggo laughed- rich, deep and from the soul. His work interested people due to its oddball and offbeat depictions of life. He could produce realistic or commercial work when he wanted, but only did so when the mood struck him. Indeed, Viggo always followed his moods and whims, feeling that art made from genuine interest resulted in better work. “Hardly. I meant that it took awhile to be discovered and develop enough talent to be worth discovery.”
Jordan smiled at the laughter. “So, you’re the artistic type... is it true what they say about artists?” He grinned, eyes raking over Viggo’s form again. It was clear from the look and tone what he meant.
Viggo’s laughter dissolved instantly into sharp silence. “I don’t expect some kind of repayment for the lift.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles a little white at the tips.
“Maybe it’s not repayment... maybe it’s... keeping each other warm on a cold night?” He hated the slightly hopeful tone that made its way into his voice. Sighing, he looked out the window, shivering in anticipation of being kicked out and back into the now pouring rain and cold.
The wistful note in Jordan’s tone pricked at Viggo conscience. “You want to spend the night in my hotel room? I can afford to get one with two beds.”
Jordan chuckled, unable to help himself. “Now, what’s the fun in that?” His tone was both joking and somehow sad, as if he often slept alone and it was not his preference. “You’re very kind to offer, but I’m sure you’d rather not.”
“I don’t make offers I don’t mean,” Viggo said. He squinted into the sheets of rain, watching the water pour over the windshield. “And the fun is in offering something to someone else.”
Glancing out at the rain, he said very softly, “Thank you.” Deep blue eyes focused on Viggo again, as they looked out from under the brim of his hat.
“I was young and broke once... not even that long ago.” A steel gaze turned to meet the blazing blue nearby for a split second. A spark sizzled between them before the conditions forced Viggo’s attention back to the road.
He shivered, the spark heading deep into his belly where a familiar heat started to pool. “And what did you do when you where young and broke... for fun, I mean?”
“What didn’t I do?” Viggo said with a chuckle of memory. His tongue snuck out to lick at the scar on his lips, a symbol of one of his wilder escapades.
Blue eyes followed the motion, entranced, Jordan’s own pink tongue echoing it without even realizing. “Like what?” Although the question could have sounded challenging, it ended up sounding more like a child asking for a story.
“Well, there was the time I got a bit high on pot and decided that painting a mural on the house of my principal was the best idea in the world. When I woke up, in jail, they told me I managed to get about one-third done with spraying the walls neon pink and tossing old spaghetti, complete with sauce, on the doors. I’m not sure that was fun, though... can’t really remember.”
Jordan laughed softly, eyes still locked on Viggo’s lips.
Sillt laughing, Viggo rolled his own eyes at himself. “There are some CDs in the door pocket next to you, but I’m not sure you’ll like any of the music I listen to.”
Jordan’s now warm fingers started flipping through the CDs. “You’re right, not really my style... Um... Well this one isn’t bad... hippy.”
“Well, one out of twenty isn’t bad, but I feel very old now,” Viggo said with a snort. Another car passed by, headlights glaring off the windshield. “I think we’re about twenty miles out of town now. What about that hotel room?”
Looking out at the ever darkening sky and the even heavier rain, Jordan said softly, “If the offer’s still open... um, yes please?”
“Chinese or greasy spoon for dinner?”
“Um...” Mentally, he counted the small collection of bills and coins in his pocket, wishing he could afford to say Chinese, but at a greasy spoon, he could probably get just a thing of fries. “Um... greasy spoon?”
“You want to eat at a greasy spoon?” Viggo asked, deadpan. He lifted one eyebrow smoothly, a move he perfected on his ex-wife. She considered the move sexy and later, annoying.
“No, Mr. Spock, I want to eat Chinese, but I can afford a greasy spoon.” He did grin a little. “How long did it take you to learn that?”
“I think I can afford to purchase dinner for two,” Viggo said. “And it took a couple of weeks. Look at it rain...” A pounding of constant water replaced the individual drops from before.
“Are you for real?” He looked at Viggo, curiosity written across his face. “I mean... the niceness?”
“I grew up in Argentina, where everyone is poor and looks after each other. I never learned to be cynical and untrusting. Some people consider that a weakness on my part.”
“It’s dangerous. People can take advantage of it. But” -he grinned a little- “I’ll have to be thankful for it. I don’t fancy sleeping outside tonight.”
“This is a very quiet road to be hitchhiking down. I suggest you pick up highway seventy-four from town... if you’re still going south.” Viggo slowed down even more as they approached a wash.
“I’m not heading any place in particular... wherever I can get a ride to, really.” Looking out the window, he wondered out loud, “That’s if there are any roads left tomorrow.”
“This is not unusual,” Viggo said, “for this time of year. A little more intense than you get most days, but within the norm.” A streak of lightening suddenly cut through the darkness, followed almost instantly by an earthshaking thunder crack. “And here comes the light show.”
Jordan jumped and swore at the top of his lungs, skidding on the seat as he attempted to wedge himself between the door and seat. The swearing died away, but he was white and obviously shaken.
The truck skidded on the wet road, as Viggo’s hands twitched on the wheel at Jordan’s reaction. He righted the vehicle with a curse and flinched as a bolt of lightening shot across the sky to their direct east. This thunder sounded right over the roof.
Jordan cried out again, pressing himself even more into the tiny space, clearly very distressed by the thunder.
The cries startled Viggo every time, even though he tried not to respond to them. The slick road beneath the wheels made each twitch an unsafe zigzag across the yellow line and back again. When the loudest crack yet caused a shriek, Viggo gritted his teeth. He pulled over on to a safe, paved shoulder and turned on the emergency lights. Without asking, only knowing it was the right thing to do, he slid across the seat and took hold of his passenger in a strong embrace. “Calm down. It’s all right.”
All Jordan could do was cling to Viggo, shivering and shaking. He jumped at each crack of thunder, burrowing closer, seeming to try to get into Viggo’s skin.
“Shhh.” Viggo rocked the young man back and forth, rubbing his back as soothingly as possible. “This won’t last for too long. A few more minutes probably. Just hold on to me... it will be all right, Jordan.”
He clung tighter, even his thoughts flew away as a huge stab of light filled the car and an explosive boom of thunder sounded directly above them.
The brim of Jordan’s hat pressed uncomfortably into Viggo’s chest, and he lifted it off, revealing a mass of shockingly wild black hair. With this barrier gone, he tucked Jordan into his neck for safe-keeping. The hat found itself a new home on top of Viggo’s backpack.
A face damp with tears was pressed tightly into Viggo’s neck, and the small form in his arms trembled with every crack of thunder and whimpered into the skin of Viggo’s neck, a soft heartfelt muttering that could have been cursing or praying.
The worst of the thunder and lightening lasted for another ten minutes and then slowly rolled away from them. Flashes of lightening still danced on the horizon, but the thunder lowered to a distant rumble, more of a purr than anything else.
“How are you? Better now?” Viggo asked the trembling bundle in his arms. He shifted slightly, easing a cramp in his back without disturbing Jordan.
His hand snuck up to wipe a few tears away, nodding a little. “Yes... I... I am.” He blushed a little. “Thanks... um... and... I’m- I’m sorry for falling apart like that.”
Curious to see Jordan’s face, Viggo pulled back slightly and reached up to cup his cheek with his right hand. Wiping away the remains of tears with the ball of his thumb, he tilted Jordan’s head up. His eyes flickered back and forth, memorizing the soft, innocent face revealed to him. “Nothing to apologize for. Everyone is afraid of something. I’m not fond of small rooms myself.”
“I bet they don’t make you scream, shake and throw yourself at perfect strangers.” But he took the offered comfort anyway, blue eyes standing out even more than before against the slight redness left by his tears. “Thank you, Viggo.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to Viggo’s thumb, acting on pure instinct. When he realized what he had done, he looked up at Viggo, eyes wide in surprise as he waited for the other man’s reaction.
Another pulse of desire jellied Viggo’s bones for a moment. His eyes darkened instantly before returning to near-normal. “Why did you do that?”
“I...” He looked away. “I just did. I... I wanted to?” He sounded very unsure at first. “It was instinct I guess.”
Viggo trailed his thumb down further, tracing a smooth cheek. The tip of his finger landed square on Jordan’s mouth and pulled down on the bottom lip. “I think you want to be touched.”
Soft red lips closed around the tip of that finger, sucking at it lightly in reply.
The seat material rustled beneath them, as Viggo scooted forward to press Jordan more firmly into the door. He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his lips- soft and very tender.
The lips under Viggo’s opened in response, a curious tongue coming out to lick at the scar Viggo had highlighted before. It then traced the seam of Viggo’s lips very gently.
Encouraged by the reaction, Viggo wrapped his arms around Jordan more tightly. He deepened the kiss, his own mouth opening to welcome the new tongue, before seeking to explore on its own. They shifted on the seat more, Viggo using his greater weight to scoot them both back and then lay his passenger over the front seat.
Eager arms wrapped around Viggo, sliding up and down his back several times before moving into the hair he found at Viggo’s collar. His moans of need could not escape their joined mouths, but his chest vibrated with their force.
Viggo allowed this mauling of each other to go on for a few more minutes, enjoying the eagerness of the lovely man beneath him. He parted their mouths with a last dip of tongue to smile down at Jordan. “Guess you were right about what I wanted after all.”
“I suppose you’ve guessed that I wasn’t that against the idea...” He grinned, rocking his hips into Viggo’s, letting the other man know just how not against the idea he was.
“Do you always do this?” Viggo asked quietly, not condemning, simply wanting to know.
“Make out with people I’ve only just met? No... Not always, but probably more often than most people would be comfortable with.”
“That’s not what I meant... do people who give you rides often ask for... compensation?” He stroked a finger down a soft cheek, memorizing the curve of skin and hard bone beneath. “I just do not want you to feel like you need to do this to pay me.”
The smile he got in response was truly evil. “Maybe I want to feel like I need to pay you. Sometimes, but it’s pretty rare, you know. Mostly, they just ignore me.”
A fresh flash of light whizzing by them on their side of the road startled Viggo. He climbed off the warm body beneath him reluctantly, but with a bit of relief. The sudden heat between himself and his passenger worried as much as it excited him. He turned over the motor. “Seatbelt.”
Viggo was gifted with a truly perfect pout at the command, but he did as told, sitting and belting up. “You don’t like that answer.”
“I don’t want to be slammed into by someone speeding by us on this road in the dark,” Viggo replied. He belted himself in and pulled back out on the again dark road. His brights shone far ahead, casting eerie light on fenceposts and shrubs.
Turning so he was leaning against the car door, blue eyes watched Viggo intently as he drove, wondering if they were going to return to the kissing, or if he was going to end up with very blue balls.
The weight of those eyes finally made Viggo glance at Jordan. “Something wrong?”
“I was wondering about blue balls.” There was not the slightest shame in his voice, just a small knowing grin on his face.
“Wondering about them,” Viggo deadpanned. “You must be bored.”
“No, sirriebob... having them and wondering if I’m going to bed with them.”
“Well, I’ve heard more appealing requests.” Viggo slowed as they neared another wash, this one half-flooding the road. He swerved into the other lane, splashing through the edges. The truck wobbled on its wheels, losing contact with the road for a moment.
His passenger turned to look at Viggo a little nervously. “Is this car like... safe?”
“It’s not the truck, it’s the road. Even with four wheel drive, we lose some traction on this slick surface. It rained a lot in a short time.” He turned a reassuring look at Jordan. “One bed would be more comfortable.”
“I’d have to agree... it’s very hard to kiss you if we’re across the room from each other... and I rather liked it.” A cheeky grin came with the words. Although inside, he wondered at the strange turn in his afternoon.
“So did I,” Viggo admitted softly. “It’s been awhile since I felt so damned attracted to someone I just met, let alone a hitchhiker from the side of the road.” In the distance, the lights of Brooke’s Valley appeared. “Ah, the mighty town at last.”
At the admission from Viggo that the attraction was mutual, Jordan could not resist reaching out and stroking his fingers up and down Viggo’s thigh. “The mighty town with its even mightier dry hotel rooms?”
“All very high class.” The dry tone belied the heat effect of the fingers trailing over his leg. His right hand dropped from the wheel to still Jordan’s hand, large fingers wrapping over small ones.
Grinning, Jordan kept the tips of his fingers moving as much as he could, stroking the firm, well muscled thigh. He shivered a little as he imagined the power in those muscles, the force they would give when Viggo thrust inside him.
“Evil creature,” Viggo hissed, lifting the hand away. His gaze might have burned through metal, as he turned it on Jordan. “Don’t you want to survive to get to the motel?”
“Are you trying to tell me you are in danger of causing an accident just because I’m stroking your thigh?” He licked his mouth as Viggo watched, his lips a little swollen and red from their kisses.
“I’m torn between the desire to toss you out on your ass or let go of this wheel and take your ass.” His voice lowered two octaves, reaching a dangerous tone that dared you to mess with its owner.
The shiver the tone provoked was clearly visible, and the fingers stilled, but did not move away. “I think” -his voice was breathy with desire- “I like option two?” Jordan’s blue eyes were glazed, pupil’s dilated into huge black spheres.
“Not while we’re still in motion.” Viggo transferred their joined hands to Jordan’s leg. Without even sparing a glance over, he pushed them up high to the groin and rubbed there in circular patterns.
A loud groan and bucking hips were Viggo’s only answer for several moments as the added stimulation forced him to fight desperately for his control. His need was so strong he could hardly fight off the desire. “I don’t wanna cum in my pants.”
At his plea, Viggo released his hand and put his own back on the wheel. The truck finally rolled into town, where a few forlorn streetlights attempted to fight off the gloom of the clouds. Viggo navigated easily to the one motel in town. “Waiting or coming to check in with me?”
Eyes glazed with lust glanced towards the office, and he shook his head. “I’ll wait here... you don’t want to be seen with me anyway.”
For a moment, Viggo hesitated and then he leaned over and kissed his passenger long and hard. “Don’t get lonely waiting.” The door shut with a bang behind him as he disappeared inside the office.
“Damn he’s hot.” Panting with the intense need Viggo stirred inside him, he opened the car door a little, lifting his face and letting the rain wet and cool both it and his ardor a little.
“Needing a cold shower?” Viggo sounded both amused and teasing, as he walked around the passenger side to lean against the truck. A set of keys dangled from his right hand. “I got something in the back, away from the other guests. Said I needed some peace and quiet.”
“Then I’d suggest you get another room... cause I don’t intend you to have any peace or quiet in the slightest.” Blue eyes raked up and down Viggo’s form. “Getting back in the car? Or are you going to take that cold shower you were talking about?”
“Ah, then you want something near the other guests, where they can hear every cry you make.” Viggo shrugged a little and turned to go back in the office. “Let me just go change the room then.”
Reaching through the still open door, Jordan grabbed the back of Viggo’s pants. “Get in the car and drive us to the room, Viggo, unless you want to be mauled in the car park.”
Tilting his head back, Viggo caught Jordan’s mouth with his own for an upside-down kiss. He licked and sucked momentarily at a soft upper lip, before suddenly leaving to circle the truck and climb in again. The engine purred to life, and they drove around the corner of the squat row of buildings to the furthest room.
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta: Riley (we so love her!)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely
trianne as part of the 2005 slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was raining- a slow drizzle that turned the world grey and dull. The kind of rain that worked its way through your clothes with slow deliberation, wetting you from the outside in.
He stood in the rain, coat closed tight, collar turned up to meet his hat, under which he protected his earphones. At his feet lay a damp backpack that had clearly seen better days. He stood beside the road, one pale hand stuck out, thumb up, praying for a lift as the rain started to fall a little harder, reducing visibility even more.
The whish-whish noise of the windshield wipers driving away the persistent rain kept Viggo company as he drove his truck down a quiet country lane. A faint frown tugged at his mouth when his headlights revealed a small form huddled by the side of the road, hand stuck out in a plea. His compassionate nature tugged against his caution aagainst picking up strangers.
The wind kicked up suddenly, pushing the truck to the left of the yellow line. Viggo fought to keep from swerving too much, his mind made up by this worsening of the conditions. He slowed up and pulled over, opening the door in offering to the hitchhiker.
Scrambling to grab his bag and get into the car and out of the rain as quickly as he could, he offered a quick smile to the driver. “Thanks.” He sat on the far edge of the seat, unsure how safe this man was, but it was worth getting out of the rain that now beat on the roof of the car.
“Where are you going?” Viggo asked, pulling back out into the road. He pressed the pedal down a bit harder, not wanting to carry his unknown passenger for too long. A glance at the man revealed next to nothing, his old-style hat pulled down so the brim hid his face completely. His clothes looked worn, though originally stylish- a trench coat paired with faded jeans and once expensive shoes.
“Somewhere I can get dry?” The hitchhiker looked up at the driver. “Wherever you can take me? I- I don’t have any place in mind.”
For a moment, the huge blue eyes caught Viggo in their depths. Only another crazy gust of wind reminded him to concentrate on the road again. “The next town is about fifty miles ahead. I was planning on staying the night there...” Viggo paused when he realized how that sounded. “I mean, I can drop you anywhere in town.”
“That would be great.” But he could not help wondering suddenly if he was being offered something more. He let his gaze travel up and down the driver’s body, his look hidden under the brim of his hat, and smiled. His Good Samaritan was an attractive man. Perhaps he should see if the man was amiable to a trade for the evening’s shelter.
Although he did not see the look, Viggo felt the incredible eyes rake over him like fire over coals. Despite his passenger’s slight build, the decision to pick him up suddenly seemed incredibly dangerous. The temperature in the car jumped several degrees, even though the wind howled even harder outside. “I’m Viggo, by the way,” he ventured finally.
“Hi Viggo.” He considered for a long moment before saying softly, “I’m Jordan.” His gaze lingered on Viggo for a few moments before he finally looked away and through the front window of the car, shivering in reaction to the cold day.
Viggo’s hand reached out instantly to turn on the heat, flooding the car with warmth. “Have you eaten anything lately, Jordan?”
Jordan did not even realize he was moving, but as soon as the heat started to flow, he sat forward, close to the vent. “Ohhh... nice.” He rubbed small pale hands together, trying to work some warmth into them. “Um... I had a donut for dinner last night? Why?”
“There are some snacks in my backpack. I always take more than I can eat when I go out painting.” Viggo jerked his head toward the pack on the floor near Jordan’s feet. “You’re welcome to whatever you want.” Another car, the first for miles, passed them by in the flash of headlights. The brights sparked in Viggo’s eyes, causing him to jerk away and back toward his passenger.
“Thanks, man.” Looking down at the bag, he smiled. “Um... you... you don’t mind me getting them out... I mean... going through your bag and all?” He looked up at Viggo questioningly, blue eyes visible again.
“Nothing of any interest in there, unless you pickpocket tubes of oil colors and strange art supplies.” For the first time, Viggo smiled, his entire face transforming, as he thought about the disappointed of a thief who snatched his pack.
“No, I don’t normally pickpocket much, let alone steal paint.” Going through the bag, he pulled out a bag of chips and opened it with a grin. “So... did your wife pack you lunch or something?”
“I just tossed whatever happened to be in my cupboards together and drove off this morning. I planned on going home tonight, but this rain changed my plans. I ended up having to detour over seventy miles when my main road washed out.” His grin widened as he laughed at himself.
“Seventy miles? That’s not so good...” Snuggling back into the seat, Jordan turned to look at Viggo. “So... what did you paint? Is it a hobby or are you like an artist?”
“I’m an artist.” Viggo slowed to avoid a puddle that threatened to swallow part of the road. “Painting, photography, poetry... the killer p’s.” He picked up his Nalgene and took a deep swallow. “May I ask what you’re doing hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere?”
“I’m pretty sure you can ask, yep...” He looked out the window, scrunching into himself for a moment. “No special reason.” It was all the answer he had to give. “So... you make money from all that art stuff?”
“I do now. It took me a long time to get enough experience to produce work that interested enough people. Still, it was worth all the odd jobs and hard work... guess that sounds pretty lame to you.” He did not press about the unanswered question. Whatever pushed a young man to make his lonely way across the country, Viggo hoped he found a place to settle.
“So you like only paint and photograph things that people are interested in? Sounds kinda... commercial?” There was a very faint disapproving note in his voice. He did not think art should be made for what people liked, but he understood the need to make something that sells, money made the world go round, after all.
At this statement, Viggo laughed- rich, deep and from the soul. His work interested people due to its oddball and offbeat depictions of life. He could produce realistic or commercial work when he wanted, but only did so when the mood struck him. Indeed, Viggo always followed his moods and whims, feeling that art made from genuine interest resulted in better work. “Hardly. I meant that it took awhile to be discovered and develop enough talent to be worth discovery.”
Jordan smiled at the laughter. “So, you’re the artistic type... is it true what they say about artists?” He grinned, eyes raking over Viggo’s form again. It was clear from the look and tone what he meant.
Viggo’s laughter dissolved instantly into sharp silence. “I don’t expect some kind of repayment for the lift.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles a little white at the tips.
“Maybe it’s not repayment... maybe it’s... keeping each other warm on a cold night?” He hated the slightly hopeful tone that made its way into his voice. Sighing, he looked out the window, shivering in anticipation of being kicked out and back into the now pouring rain and cold.
The wistful note in Jordan’s tone pricked at Viggo conscience. “You want to spend the night in my hotel room? I can afford to get one with two beds.”
Jordan chuckled, unable to help himself. “Now, what’s the fun in that?” His tone was both joking and somehow sad, as if he often slept alone and it was not his preference. “You’re very kind to offer, but I’m sure you’d rather not.”
“I don’t make offers I don’t mean,” Viggo said. He squinted into the sheets of rain, watching the water pour over the windshield. “And the fun is in offering something to someone else.”
Glancing out at the rain, he said very softly, “Thank you.” Deep blue eyes focused on Viggo again, as they looked out from under the brim of his hat.
“I was young and broke once... not even that long ago.” A steel gaze turned to meet the blazing blue nearby for a split second. A spark sizzled between them before the conditions forced Viggo’s attention back to the road.
He shivered, the spark heading deep into his belly where a familiar heat started to pool. “And what did you do when you where young and broke... for fun, I mean?”
“What didn’t I do?” Viggo said with a chuckle of memory. His tongue snuck out to lick at the scar on his lips, a symbol of one of his wilder escapades.
Blue eyes followed the motion, entranced, Jordan’s own pink tongue echoing it without even realizing. “Like what?” Although the question could have sounded challenging, it ended up sounding more like a child asking for a story.
“Well, there was the time I got a bit high on pot and decided that painting a mural on the house of my principal was the best idea in the world. When I woke up, in jail, they told me I managed to get about one-third done with spraying the walls neon pink and tossing old spaghetti, complete with sauce, on the doors. I’m not sure that was fun, though... can’t really remember.”
Jordan laughed softly, eyes still locked on Viggo’s lips.
Sillt laughing, Viggo rolled his own eyes at himself. “There are some CDs in the door pocket next to you, but I’m not sure you’ll like any of the music I listen to.”
Jordan’s now warm fingers started flipping through the CDs. “You’re right, not really my style... Um... Well this one isn’t bad... hippy.”
“Well, one out of twenty isn’t bad, but I feel very old now,” Viggo said with a snort. Another car passed by, headlights glaring off the windshield. “I think we’re about twenty miles out of town now. What about that hotel room?”
Looking out at the ever darkening sky and the even heavier rain, Jordan said softly, “If the offer’s still open... um, yes please?”
“Chinese or greasy spoon for dinner?”
“Um...” Mentally, he counted the small collection of bills and coins in his pocket, wishing he could afford to say Chinese, but at a greasy spoon, he could probably get just a thing of fries. “Um... greasy spoon?”
“You want to eat at a greasy spoon?” Viggo asked, deadpan. He lifted one eyebrow smoothly, a move he perfected on his ex-wife. She considered the move sexy and later, annoying.
“No, Mr. Spock, I want to eat Chinese, but I can afford a greasy spoon.” He did grin a little. “How long did it take you to learn that?”
“I think I can afford to purchase dinner for two,” Viggo said. “And it took a couple of weeks. Look at it rain...” A pounding of constant water replaced the individual drops from before.
“Are you for real?” He looked at Viggo, curiosity written across his face. “I mean... the niceness?”
“I grew up in Argentina, where everyone is poor and looks after each other. I never learned to be cynical and untrusting. Some people consider that a weakness on my part.”
“It’s dangerous. People can take advantage of it. But” -he grinned a little- “I’ll have to be thankful for it. I don’t fancy sleeping outside tonight.”
“This is a very quiet road to be hitchhiking down. I suggest you pick up highway seventy-four from town... if you’re still going south.” Viggo slowed down even more as they approached a wash.
“I’m not heading any place in particular... wherever I can get a ride to, really.” Looking out the window, he wondered out loud, “That’s if there are any roads left tomorrow.”
“This is not unusual,” Viggo said, “for this time of year. A little more intense than you get most days, but within the norm.” A streak of lightening suddenly cut through the darkness, followed almost instantly by an earthshaking thunder crack. “And here comes the light show.”
Jordan jumped and swore at the top of his lungs, skidding on the seat as he attempted to wedge himself between the door and seat. The swearing died away, but he was white and obviously shaken.
The truck skidded on the wet road, as Viggo’s hands twitched on the wheel at Jordan’s reaction. He righted the vehicle with a curse and flinched as a bolt of lightening shot across the sky to their direct east. This thunder sounded right over the roof.
Jordan cried out again, pressing himself even more into the tiny space, clearly very distressed by the thunder.
The cries startled Viggo every time, even though he tried not to respond to them. The slick road beneath the wheels made each twitch an unsafe zigzag across the yellow line and back again. When the loudest crack yet caused a shriek, Viggo gritted his teeth. He pulled over on to a safe, paved shoulder and turned on the emergency lights. Without asking, only knowing it was the right thing to do, he slid across the seat and took hold of his passenger in a strong embrace. “Calm down. It’s all right.”
All Jordan could do was cling to Viggo, shivering and shaking. He jumped at each crack of thunder, burrowing closer, seeming to try to get into Viggo’s skin.
“Shhh.” Viggo rocked the young man back and forth, rubbing his back as soothingly as possible. “This won’t last for too long. A few more minutes probably. Just hold on to me... it will be all right, Jordan.”
He clung tighter, even his thoughts flew away as a huge stab of light filled the car and an explosive boom of thunder sounded directly above them.
The brim of Jordan’s hat pressed uncomfortably into Viggo’s chest, and he lifted it off, revealing a mass of shockingly wild black hair. With this barrier gone, he tucked Jordan into his neck for safe-keeping. The hat found itself a new home on top of Viggo’s backpack.
A face damp with tears was pressed tightly into Viggo’s neck, and the small form in his arms trembled with every crack of thunder and whimpered into the skin of Viggo’s neck, a soft heartfelt muttering that could have been cursing or praying.
The worst of the thunder and lightening lasted for another ten minutes and then slowly rolled away from them. Flashes of lightening still danced on the horizon, but the thunder lowered to a distant rumble, more of a purr than anything else.
“How are you? Better now?” Viggo asked the trembling bundle in his arms. He shifted slightly, easing a cramp in his back without disturbing Jordan.
His hand snuck up to wipe a few tears away, nodding a little. “Yes... I... I am.” He blushed a little. “Thanks... um... and... I’m- I’m sorry for falling apart like that.”
Curious to see Jordan’s face, Viggo pulled back slightly and reached up to cup his cheek with his right hand. Wiping away the remains of tears with the ball of his thumb, he tilted Jordan’s head up. His eyes flickered back and forth, memorizing the soft, innocent face revealed to him. “Nothing to apologize for. Everyone is afraid of something. I’m not fond of small rooms myself.”
“I bet they don’t make you scream, shake and throw yourself at perfect strangers.” But he took the offered comfort anyway, blue eyes standing out even more than before against the slight redness left by his tears. “Thank you, Viggo.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to Viggo’s thumb, acting on pure instinct. When he realized what he had done, he looked up at Viggo, eyes wide in surprise as he waited for the other man’s reaction.
Another pulse of desire jellied Viggo’s bones for a moment. His eyes darkened instantly before returning to near-normal. “Why did you do that?”
“I...” He looked away. “I just did. I... I wanted to?” He sounded very unsure at first. “It was instinct I guess.”
Viggo trailed his thumb down further, tracing a smooth cheek. The tip of his finger landed square on Jordan’s mouth and pulled down on the bottom lip. “I think you want to be touched.”
Soft red lips closed around the tip of that finger, sucking at it lightly in reply.
The seat material rustled beneath them, as Viggo scooted forward to press Jordan more firmly into the door. He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his lips- soft and very tender.
The lips under Viggo’s opened in response, a curious tongue coming out to lick at the scar Viggo had highlighted before. It then traced the seam of Viggo’s lips very gently.
Encouraged by the reaction, Viggo wrapped his arms around Jordan more tightly. He deepened the kiss, his own mouth opening to welcome the new tongue, before seeking to explore on its own. They shifted on the seat more, Viggo using his greater weight to scoot them both back and then lay his passenger over the front seat.
Eager arms wrapped around Viggo, sliding up and down his back several times before moving into the hair he found at Viggo’s collar. His moans of need could not escape their joined mouths, but his chest vibrated with their force.
Viggo allowed this mauling of each other to go on for a few more minutes, enjoying the eagerness of the lovely man beneath him. He parted their mouths with a last dip of tongue to smile down at Jordan. “Guess you were right about what I wanted after all.”
“I suppose you’ve guessed that I wasn’t that against the idea...” He grinned, rocking his hips into Viggo’s, letting the other man know just how not against the idea he was.
“Do you always do this?” Viggo asked quietly, not condemning, simply wanting to know.
“Make out with people I’ve only just met? No... Not always, but probably more often than most people would be comfortable with.”
“That’s not what I meant... do people who give you rides often ask for... compensation?” He stroked a finger down a soft cheek, memorizing the curve of skin and hard bone beneath. “I just do not want you to feel like you need to do this to pay me.”
The smile he got in response was truly evil. “Maybe I want to feel like I need to pay you. Sometimes, but it’s pretty rare, you know. Mostly, they just ignore me.”
A fresh flash of light whizzing by them on their side of the road startled Viggo. He climbed off the warm body beneath him reluctantly, but with a bit of relief. The sudden heat between himself and his passenger worried as much as it excited him. He turned over the motor. “Seatbelt.”
Viggo was gifted with a truly perfect pout at the command, but he did as told, sitting and belting up. “You don’t like that answer.”
“I don’t want to be slammed into by someone speeding by us on this road in the dark,” Viggo replied. He belted himself in and pulled back out on the again dark road. His brights shone far ahead, casting eerie light on fenceposts and shrubs.
Turning so he was leaning against the car door, blue eyes watched Viggo intently as he drove, wondering if they were going to return to the kissing, or if he was going to end up with very blue balls.
The weight of those eyes finally made Viggo glance at Jordan. “Something wrong?”
“I was wondering about blue balls.” There was not the slightest shame in his voice, just a small knowing grin on his face.
“Wondering about them,” Viggo deadpanned. “You must be bored.”
“No, sirriebob... having them and wondering if I’m going to bed with them.”
“Well, I’ve heard more appealing requests.” Viggo slowed as they neared another wash, this one half-flooding the road. He swerved into the other lane, splashing through the edges. The truck wobbled on its wheels, losing contact with the road for a moment.
His passenger turned to look at Viggo a little nervously. “Is this car like... safe?”
“It’s not the truck, it’s the road. Even with four wheel drive, we lose some traction on this slick surface. It rained a lot in a short time.” He turned a reassuring look at Jordan. “One bed would be more comfortable.”
“I’d have to agree... it’s very hard to kiss you if we’re across the room from each other... and I rather liked it.” A cheeky grin came with the words. Although inside, he wondered at the strange turn in his afternoon.
“So did I,” Viggo admitted softly. “It’s been awhile since I felt so damned attracted to someone I just met, let alone a hitchhiker from the side of the road.” In the distance, the lights of Brooke’s Valley appeared. “Ah, the mighty town at last.”
At the admission from Viggo that the attraction was mutual, Jordan could not resist reaching out and stroking his fingers up and down Viggo’s thigh. “The mighty town with its even mightier dry hotel rooms?”
“All very high class.” The dry tone belied the heat effect of the fingers trailing over his leg. His right hand dropped from the wheel to still Jordan’s hand, large fingers wrapping over small ones.
Grinning, Jordan kept the tips of his fingers moving as much as he could, stroking the firm, well muscled thigh. He shivered a little as he imagined the power in those muscles, the force they would give when Viggo thrust inside him.
“Evil creature,” Viggo hissed, lifting the hand away. His gaze might have burned through metal, as he turned it on Jordan. “Don’t you want to survive to get to the motel?”
“Are you trying to tell me you are in danger of causing an accident just because I’m stroking your thigh?” He licked his mouth as Viggo watched, his lips a little swollen and red from their kisses.
“I’m torn between the desire to toss you out on your ass or let go of this wheel and take your ass.” His voice lowered two octaves, reaching a dangerous tone that dared you to mess with its owner.
The shiver the tone provoked was clearly visible, and the fingers stilled, but did not move away. “I think” -his voice was breathy with desire- “I like option two?” Jordan’s blue eyes were glazed, pupil’s dilated into huge black spheres.
“Not while we’re still in motion.” Viggo transferred their joined hands to Jordan’s leg. Without even sparing a glance over, he pushed them up high to the groin and rubbed there in circular patterns.
A loud groan and bucking hips were Viggo’s only answer for several moments as the added stimulation forced him to fight desperately for his control. His need was so strong he could hardly fight off the desire. “I don’t wanna cum in my pants.”
At his plea, Viggo released his hand and put his own back on the wheel. The truck finally rolled into town, where a few forlorn streetlights attempted to fight off the gloom of the clouds. Viggo navigated easily to the one motel in town. “Waiting or coming to check in with me?”
Eyes glazed with lust glanced towards the office, and he shook his head. “I’ll wait here... you don’t want to be seen with me anyway.”
For a moment, Viggo hesitated and then he leaned over and kissed his passenger long and hard. “Don’t get lonely waiting.” The door shut with a bang behind him as he disappeared inside the office.
“Damn he’s hot.” Panting with the intense need Viggo stirred inside him, he opened the car door a little, lifting his face and letting the rain wet and cool both it and his ardor a little.
“Needing a cold shower?” Viggo sounded both amused and teasing, as he walked around the passenger side to lean against the truck. A set of keys dangled from his right hand. “I got something in the back, away from the other guests. Said I needed some peace and quiet.”
“Then I’d suggest you get another room... cause I don’t intend you to have any peace or quiet in the slightest.” Blue eyes raked up and down Viggo’s form. “Getting back in the car? Or are you going to take that cold shower you were talking about?”
“Ah, then you want something near the other guests, where they can hear every cry you make.” Viggo shrugged a little and turned to go back in the office. “Let me just go change the room then.”
Reaching through the still open door, Jordan grabbed the back of Viggo’s pants. “Get in the car and drive us to the room, Viggo, unless you want to be mauled in the car park.”
Tilting his head back, Viggo caught Jordan’s mouth with his own for an upside-down kiss. He licked and sucked momentarily at a soft upper lip, before suddenly leaving to circle the truck and climb in again. The engine purred to life, and they drove around the corner of the squat row of buildings to the furthest room.
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