Roadtrip with Pine

Roadtrip with Pine

My baby drove off in a brand new Cadillac. She said "Hey, come here daddy! I ain't never coming back".

@sinfulsanctuary HONESTLY, I FEEL SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?

@arelyhb

And another one.

Fandom: N/A | Characters: Chris Pine | Written: August 12. 2016


Pine.

Rain. Or a drizzle, but open flood gates had been open just minutes before. Meaning the storm was coming. I was soaked through, but I actually wanted the rain back, it was cooling in the stuffy, humid air.

The subway line that had taken me from work and home for five years was down. It was a long walk. And the streets were dark under the threatening clouds.

Needing a break, I leaned against a street lamp. Not the wisest move in this weather. Watching cars pass in every direction. I had contemplated hitching a ride, but not from this side of town.

But that decision was made for me, when one of the cars slowed down and stopped right in front of me. Someone leaned across the passenger seat, and the window was rolled down.

"Need a ride, baby?"

I couldn't see much of him, apart from a pair of strikingly blue eyes, dark bangs falling down, partly covering them. But I recognised the baby blue car.

"Yeah."

The door was opened, and he pushed it out. I sat down, and saw the man I seen driving past the cafe I usually had lunch in a few times. He was dressed just like I expected, a white t-shirt and dark blue dirty jeans.

"Chris," the man said, holding out his hand.

I took it, and told him my name.

He didn't let go of my hand, but looked into my eyes. I felt heat radiating from him and a rush of adrenaline surged through me at his next words.

"Wanna go for a ride?"

"Yes."

Slowly, he let go of my hand, and pulled back out on the road, his eyes burning into me for a few seconds, before focusing on the road.

We drove for a while in a comfortable silence, only broken by a few cracks of thunder. But that became a distant sound, as we drove away from the storm, and conversation filled the car.

Sunshine broke through the clouds and the road ahead was wide open. Fields upon fields on each side, a farm house breaking the scenery from time to time.

As we got to know each other a little bit, I found myself drawn to Chris. Needing to touch him. Feel him. I touched his arm as I laughed at something he said. Turning more and more in my seat, gazing at him as he spoke.

Chris looked at me a little bit too long every time he turned. Less and less focus on the road.

"Pull over," I said.

"What? Why?"

"You're staring. We might crash. Pull over, and I'll let you touch."

Chris stared straight ahead, and I was afraid I had crossed some line I shouldn't have crossed. But then there was a dirt road between the tall barley stalks, and he took the turn.

For a while, we drove. It seemed like Chris knew where he was going. I was getting impatient, and laid my hand on his jean clad thigh. His jaw was clenched, and he sped up. I moved my hand slowly upwards, the further up I went, the faster he drove.

Until we reached a clearing. Forest on one side and what looked like a dirt parking place. Chris killed the engine, and I zipped him open. Cupping him.

I could feel those blue eyes staring at me, and looked up into them as I squeezed him.

"Fuck," he hissed and pulled me in for a kiss. He pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, then devoured me. He tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon.

When we parted for air, I pulled down his white Calvin Kleins and let him free. Licking my lips, I leaned forward, and locked my lips around the glistening head. Chris' hands slapped around the wheel, holding on. Then I pulled him deep once, showing off, before licking up my new lollipop.