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Title: Highway

Rating: NC-17

Theme: #8 – the phonebooth, or, “Aural Sex” and #4 –
Thrill of the Forbidden

Ran made a left turn and glanced at the rear-view mirror. He saw the
blue sedan turned into that street as well.

Well, fuck.

His hand lingered on the well-polished knob of his gear stick. Should
he or should he not? Could he really drive that fast in broad daylight? What if
that car wasn’t chasing him but merely going the same way he was?

Ran shook his head. No way. The sedan had been tailing him for 20
minutes now and he had been driving around Tokyo, trying to lose the
car. He thought he’d succeeded at first after about a 10-minutes’ drive on the
busy streets and couldn’t see the car anymore but suddenly, the sedan appeared
again, a few cars behind his Porsche.

He came to the traffic lights and stopped. Through the rear-view
mirror, he could still see the blue car. A Nisan, he discovered. When the
lights turned green, Ran gunned the accelerator. He quickly went through the
gear shifts until he was at the third. He weaved in and out of the traffic and
made it to the highway.

The blue sedan was still following him, although now he could hardly
see the car. He recognised the weird colouring on the car’s bumper though; like
as if the car crashed into something and upon seeing that the damage done
wasn’t that serious, the owner decided to beat the bumper back into something
akin to the original shape and sprayed it over with cheap paint.

Ran shook his head again to clear his thoughts. He must concentrate on
the road. His hand pushed the gear stick into the fourth gear and he stepped on
the pedal. The gentle humming beneath him as the car pushed forward somehow
calmed him. The scenery beside him was a blur as he sped down the highway, not
paying a single attention to the Nisan following him anymore. Owning a car like
his Porsche sometimes come in handy, especially in chases like this. Even if
the sedan’s driver could see his car, he was sure that the Nisan wouldn’t be
able to catch up with the speed that his Porsche was going at. Then, Ran saw
the petrol kiosk where he and Yohji had planned to
meet. He pulled the gear stick to neutral and slowed down until he could pull
the car into an empty space a few meters behind Seven.

The redhead ran out and exchanged a glance with Yohji
before jumping into the blonde’s Seven. He quickly turned the key in the
ignition and was pleased when he heard the fine thrum as he shifted the gear
into place. At least the Nisan would be trailing Yohji
now.

Despite their misunderstandings at times, Ran trusted Yohji when it comes to cars. The lanky man knew how to
appreciate a fine car and upon that, he would take good care of that vehicle.
The blonde once told him that he likes Ran’s car and
the beauty of the Porsche was exquisite. From then on, the redhead knew he
could trust his car to Yohji’s care.

The shrill ringing of his mobile phone jerked Ran out of his thoughts.
Who could be calling him? Omi and Ken should be at the safehouse
by now and they knew better than to call Ran or Yohji
when the two older Weiss were driving around the city to shake off any of their
enemies.

Ran didn’t bother to look at the phone’s screen as he kept his eyes on
the road. He picked up the earphone of the hands-free that was attached to the
phone and stuffed it into one ear. Flipping open the mobile,
Ran hn’ed – his usual ‘Hello’ when he didn’t want to
be distracted.

“Ran?”

The slightly accented baritone startled the redhead. “Crawford, I’m
driving!” he hissed through his teeth.

“Ran, I miss you.”

“Brad, if you have nothing important to say to me, I suggest you put
down the phone. Someone’s trailing me.” Ran paused for a while as he cut into
the next lane. But even before he could continue his answer, he heard something
that he’d never heard before all the while he and Crawford were on the phone.

The American groaned.

He knew that sound. In fact, his blood was starting to travel south.
But he didn’t believe that the American would do such a thing, not on the phone
anyway. He pushed that thought out of his head. “Brad, what are you doing? Are
you hurt?!” Ran quickly asked. He listened for the dark-haired man’s answer but
instead, he heard another groan. “Brad!”

“Ran, baby, pull up somewhere.” Crawford’s voice
sounded strained.

He must be holding back, the redhead mused when he finally could accept
what Crawford was doing. “What?” he asked, pretending not to know, hoping that
he could somehow make the American settle it on his own.
He couldn’t drive very well with a boner.

“I want you to come with me. Like always.” Another short moan. A deep breath taken.
“I miss you, Ran. I want to touch you. Above all, I want to fuck you.”

When he heard that, Ran’s mouth went dry. He
knew he was reacting to Crawford’s words and his moans but he mustn’t! He had
to get to the safehouse! “Brad, there’s an enemy and
he’s–”

A louder moan stopped the redhead. Then, Crawford said, panting
slightly as he went, “Had a vision. Your enemy dies in B-Balinese’s hands… ahh!”

Ran’s member tingled a little and he
could feel the familiar warmth rushed southward. Automatically, he brought a
hand to the front of his pants and pressed down a little, hoping to bring his
stirring erection down.

“Ran, play with me. I want to hear you,” Crawford’s whispered came
through the earphone. “Touch yourself.”

“N-no. I won’t.” Ran flicked the signal
and when he saw no cars, switched to the next lane again. His erection was
beginning to harden and it was starting to get uncomfortable in his jeans.

Crawford managed another loud moan as he came and panted a little,
whispering, “Ran. Remember our first time? I touched your nipple and kissed the
other one.”

Automatically, the redhead raised a hand and placed it on his left
nipple. Oh yes, he remembered that. He remembered the feel of the American’s
warm tongue flicking it and licking around it. His grip on the steering
faltered a little but he quickly tightened his hold, grateful that he was still
on the same lane and hadn’t swerved.

“And then I licked your nipple slowly, Ran, and played with the other
one. I pinched it and remember how you reacted?”

The swordsman slipped his hand up his shirt and tugged and twisted his
right nipple, just like the way Crawford had on that night. A soft moan that he
couldn’t control escaped his lips, nearly causing him to close his eyes; his
mind half-aware that he was still on the highway, driving Yohji’s
car in fourth gear.

“That’s right, Ran. That’s how you sounded like. I switched then, and
licked your slightly abused nipple.”

Another mellifluous moan bled from the redhead’s lips. “Brad,” he
whispered. “I’m driving. Highway.”

“Stop driving, Ran. Let me pleasure you.”

“I can’t.” He was definitely getting a hard-on. His jeans were getting
tight. Ran’s hand slipped out from his shirt to palm
his erection through his pants. “If I stop, people will see me.”

“Let them see.” There was a wet popping sound on the other end of the
line. The redhead’s eyes widened.

That sounded like Crawford pulling away after giving him a blowjob.

“And then I licked a line down from your chest, remember?” he
continued.

“Nnh…” was the only coherent answer that Ran
could give as he rubbed his erection slowly through the thick fabric of his
jeans.

“I slipped a hand down and I cupped your balls.”

“Brad…” Ran breathed. “Stop.”

“I won’t stop, Red. But you
should stop driving.”

Red. He’d never called him Red before,
unless he’s serious, or if he’s up for a kink that he was sure his redheaded
lover would like – or come to like. It depends on how each of the two lovers
views it.

“Wait, Brad. Wait.”

The claret-haired man drove faster, all the while his one hand still
rubbing the bulge in his jeans. A sign by the side of the road told him that he
was leaving the city limits. Soon, he’d reached a winding road with bushes and
trees at both sides. He cut to the side lane and drove for a few more meters
before he parked his car by the side of the highway road and flicked on the
double signal. He hoped the shadows thrown by the large trees beside the road
were enough of a cover for him. With any luck, none of those who were cruising
on the highway would notice what the Seven’s driver was doing inside the car.

“I’ve stopped,” the younger man said.

“Good.” Ran could almost hear the grin that Crawford must’ve had on
his face at the moment. “Now, where was I? Oh yes. I slowly caressed your balls
and my other hand held your rigid length and I slowly tightened my hand.”

The redhead unzipped his jeans that had felt very uncomfortable and
slipped both hands into his briefs. He pushed the briefs down a little, enough
to expose his hardening length and part of his testicles. He shivered as his
throbbing erection came into contact with the air-conditioning from Yohji’s Seven before he enclosed his hand around his
member. He played his sacs slowly while his other hand pumped his pulsating
cock. He tried to breathe through his nose but failed miserably. A few moans
escaped from his throat as he listened to Crawford while the man reminded him
of what they’d done, Ran’s hands busy the whole time.

“I licked around your tip and a-ah-ahh…!”

Despite his heavily throbbing shaft that was growing hot in his hands,
Ran had to smirk a little. So, Crawford had started to play with himself again.
But the smirk was gone when he could hear his lover’s voice again. He listened
as the older man told him of the pace he’d held while blowing him, reminding
him how his tongue had felt against his cock and how Ran’s
shaft had felt like in his mouth.

The redhead’s hand sped up as he applied just enough pressure on his pinky finger so that it felt like Crawford’s tongue instead
that was running along the underside of his member.

“I dipped the tip of my tongue into your slit.”

The swordsman ran his thumb around the tiny slit at the tip of his
cock and pressed his nail gently into it every time his hand reached the head
of his shaft. Crawford’s moans sounded very sexy on the earphone. Vaguely, he
wondered how his moans sounded like on the phone to the American. He was even
lifting his hips slightly, thrusting into his own hand.

“And I – I – Ahh…!” A
pause on Crawford’s side. “I increased my p-pace a–a little… mmmph!”

Ran moaned as his hand sped up. The familiar, telltale warmth that
settled on his lower belly was starting to feel as if it was a coiled spring,
ready to burst any moment.

“Then I – Nnh… Ahh!” Ran heard the American
took a short shaky breath that he was vaguely sure didn’t reach the man’s lungs
before Crawford gave in to a long moan. The redhead was close, so close. He
pressed a thumb along the top of his shaft and came as well; a sound that was a
cross between a whimper and a groan spilled from his lips. Warm, sticky liquid
splattered on the bottom of his t-shirt, several drops managing to land on the
steering and on his thighs. Ran continued to stroke himself,
although languidly this time, all the while still moaning softly as he
struggled to breathe through his nose.

“See?” Crawford’s breathless voice asked on the other end of the line.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

The only answer that the dark-haired man had gotten was a quiet sigh
from Ran.

The redhead reached over to backseat, looking for the box of tissues
he was sure Yohji had. He knew he’d seen it in the
car most of the time. He wasn’t disappointed when he found it. He pulled out a
few pieces and started to clean himself with him, dabbing at the semen that was
on his t-shirt and his jeans. “I had to clean myself, Brad,” Ran grumbled.

His lover gave a short, sated chuckle. “Ran, love, I missed you. When
can you come?”

“I just did,” the redhead said sarcastically as he pulled out several
more tissues to clean the warm liquid that was still dribbling from his
semi-erect cock. Annoyed that his erection hadn’t gone down completely, he gave
himself a few more rough jerks, milking himself completely dry before cleaning
up the warm fluid.

“Ah, sarcasm. I love that.” Crawford shot back.
“Seriously. When?”

“Soon, Brad. A few days. Maybe
a week. Maybe two.” Ran wiped down the small
globs that were on the steering. His arms were beginning to feel like wet
cardboard. Oh yes, he was definitely tired.

The last few days had been scarily hectic, what with the miscalculated
mission that went on for a few days and the hurried packing last night as the
two younger Weiss left early the other morning and the two older assassins
leaving the Koneko at the crack of dawn on the
following day. The stress from those two days combined with the sated feeling
from an orgasm was beginning to take its toll on him.

“Just promise me that you’d come to me as soon as you’re done, love,”
Crawford said.

“Aa.”

“Love you.” With that Crawford cut the line and Ran was alone again.

The redhead stared at the crumpled balls of tissues in his hands,
unsure what he’d do with them. He would’ve had to drive at least another eighty
more miles and the damp tissues were sure to stain any surface. Shrugging, he
put them on the passenger seat.

After all, who cares if Yohji’s seat has an
unexplainable stain on it? As long as it wasn’t his Porsche.
With a grin that didn’t usually appear on his face, the swordsman tucked
himself back and zipped up his jeans. He flicked the double signal off and
noticing that there were no cars behind him, he pulled away from the spot and drove
the remaining distance to reach the Weiss safehouse.
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