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| Entry tags: | challenge in two parts |
Graphic Number 3: "Travelin' Man" (Amnesty)
Title: Travelin’ Man
Author: fansee
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: R for language
Warnings, if any: None.
Author's notes: A ficlet inspired by not_yet_defined’s wonderful graphic and beta’d, as always, by chering
Graphic: #3
“Where are you?”
“On the bus.”
“Very funny, twat. Where the fuck is the bus?”
“We’re crossing a bridge. I can see tall buildings in the distance. I’m guessing that’s Philadelphia….My seat mate says it is Philadelphia. He says we’re on the Betsy Ross Bridge. (Thanks.)”
“If you’d flown home, you’d be here now.”
“We’ve had this conversation already. I’m not having it again.”
“When did you get on the bus?”
“Around eight.”
“And it’s after 10:00 now.”
“Yup, it’s 10:03 p.m. And it doesn’t matter. The Pittsburgh bus doesn’t leave for another two hours. I have plenty of time to make it. No problem.”
“Do you have the credit card I gave you? Do you have it with you?”
“Yes, dear. I always carry it in case of an emergency.”
“This is an emergency. I want you to catch a taxi to the airport as soon as you get off that fucking bus and use my Visa to get yourself on the next flight to Pittsburgh.”
“That is a totally absurd idea. For all you know, that might get me to the Pitts later than the bus. I’ll be there at 6:30 tomorrow morning.”
“Depending on traffic.”
“There’s not going to be traffic between Philadelphia and Pittsburgh. If we were going to get stuck in traffic, it would have been between New York and here. You are being ridiculous.”
“There is nothing ridiculous about wanting you underneath me right now, with my dick up your ass. I should have my hand around your hard, wet dick, and you should be begging me to jerk you off. And that’s what would be happening if you weren’t so fucking stubborn.”
(No, it’s not my mother.)
“What?”
“My seat mate just asked me if I was talking to my mother. (It’s my boyfriend.) And wanting to be independent…wanting to pay my own way…that’s called being an adult and taking responsibility for yourself.”
“What the fuck! So you pay me the bus fare, and I spend another $100 to get you to Pittsburgh in the time it’s taking the bus to get to Philadelphia.”
“It’s $200, and at least another hour.”
“Big fucking difference. Tell me…say it out loud…tell me that you want to be sitting on a bus in another hour or so. Tell me you prefer that to having your dick in my mouth, all nice and hot and wet, sucking you off just the way you like it.”
“I can’t say that, Brian.”
“You bet your ass you can’t, because you’d be lying. Are you getting hard? Don’t fucking lie to me. Is thinking about my dick and what I can do with it making you hard?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“O.K. Yes. A little.”
“Uh-huh. Where are you now?”
“Um…looks like we’re getting to downtown. We’re pulling off the Expressway. (Thanks.) My seatmate says we’re on Vine Street now, a block or two from the station.”
“Where you will sit for two hours, then ride for another six hours. So altogether…probably eight, nine hours before we fuck.”
“O.K. I get it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Next time you can pay for the difference between the bus and the plane.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m getting off the bus.”
“O.K.”
“I have to get my bag now. Later.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.”
“What the hell?”
“Look through the door into the station, because this is the first and only time you’ll ever see Brian Kinney waiting for you in a bus station.”