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qaffic: out in the middle of nowhere
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Okay, mea culpa. I freaked out and wrote a back-up to the challenge, because for some asinine reason, I got blocked after around four hundred ninety-two words. I had no idea that was possible. But there you go.

Anyway. Second story, same picture, slodwick's "A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words" challenge.

HTML can be found here, Out in the Middle of Nowhere.







Fluorescents make me look green, the penalty of being so fucking pale, and out here, it's this or pitch black, so I just wait, trying not to stare at my hands like they belong to someone else, and that someone not really human. It's creepy, frankly. Maybe that pot we smoked on the walk is hitting me harder than I thought.

We should have thought of gas a thousand or so miles ago, and that's why we're here, hoping for a gas can and that these people take visa, though the place looks so ancient I'm not pinning my hopes on us getting out of here with anything but beef jerky and a bottle of water. If we even have that much spare change between us.

"Brian?"

He's been really quiet for the last hour and keeps giving me suspicious glances, like it's totally my fault we ran out of gas, and okay, right, so I wasn't paying attention, but hell, it was the first time that Brian had let me drive this entire trip, and okay, maybe I got a little excited. Who could blame me?

Brian's been circling the station like he expects gas cans to appear magically just because he says so, and it's really not my fault we don't have one, Mr. I Must Pack My Entire Wardrobe for a Road Trip and Have No Space For Lesser Things, Like Gas Cans. Frankly, I'm kind of surprised *I* fit in the car.

"The car's not very fuel efficient, is it?"

That was probably the stupidest thing I could have said, bar none.

Brian stares at me over those ridiculous sunglasses. It's fucking *night*. No one can have a hangover so bad they need sunglasses at night. "Fuck. You."

"It smells." I mean, it does. There's nothing sexy about a gas station in the middle of nowhere. "Brian--" It's hard to apologize to Brian, because Brian doesn't take them well, and by not well, I mean, shitty. Looking around, I try to find something to distract him. The clerk's not cute enough, and anyway, I may be an understanding boyfriend, but I'll be damned if I'm going to start pimping for Brian, either.

But Brian's forgotten all about me, going off into the shadows like he just saw someone leave a dimebag unattended, and I sigh and search my pockets. I really need some water, badly. A dollar fifty. That'll get me a bottle. Going inside, I try not to notice the clerk keeps staring at my ass and grab the cheapest thing I see. Going up to the counter, I glance outside, and damned if Brian isn't filling up a gas can.

"You want to wait for him to finish?" the clerk asks, blinking out the window. I nod, opening the bottle and hoping to God we didn't blow the rest of limit on that sex toy shop on the strip. "You two from around here?"

I shake my head. "Summer road trip." It's been damn cool so far--this is the most relaxed I've seen Brian since we met. Going back is going to suck. The real world always does. Fuck.

Huh. So maybe I didn't watch the gas level for more than one reason.

Leaning into the counter, I watch Brian. Vaguely, I'm aware that the clerk's stopped breathing. No surprise there. Brian stripped down to a wife beater when the pot started working on him, and right now, he's filthy and sweaty and disgustingly hot. Huh. So gas stations can be sexy with the right motivation. That's new.

I wish the clerk would stop watching his ass, though. That's just rude.

"Hey. He's done." And has been, for awhile, I realize. Right, me and the clerk need to get back to the matter at hand. Brian's too hot and he's too fucking aware of it. "Hey. Bill please?" Jesus, show some respect.

"Right." He doens't even pay attention to the gas, just hits the register, never even looking at me. "Uh, one dollar, seven."

Far be it from me to remind him to charge us for the gas. I go for my change. "Thanks. Night." And keep your eyes to yourself, asshole.

Going back outside, Brian lounges against one of the stations, looking me over like a new trick that's not quite up to par. "You done?" When I'm close enough, he takes the water from me like it's his god given right to have any water bottles he wants, and fuck if he doesn't almost drain it. I watch because--well. It's Brian and water. He knows I'm watching, knows I can't help it, and I'd hate that if I could make myself think around "Ooh. Hot."

That's pretty much how I spend half my time around him. The other half is "God, yes, Brian".

"You ready?" I ask, because the clerk is *still* staring, and okay, this is getting ridiculous. It was bad enough in Vegas, where I actually caught people following him around and shoving keys in his pockets at all hours. When I'm standing *right there*. Assholes.

He tosses the bottle aside, and I open my mouth to remind him that littering is just wrong, but he's got his hand down my pants, and how the hell does he do that so *fast*? I didn't even feel him undoing the buttons.

"Brian." See? It's Pavlovian. Brian looks sexy, I lose the ability to think. Considering that's pretty much all the time, it's a wonder I make it through the day. Jesus.

"Come on, Sunshine." He pushes me backward, leaving the gas can just sitting there, and I want to say, but what about the car, but I'm good for only one really stupid remark a night.

"I've never fucked in a gas station bathroom." Though I think that's about to change.

Brian grins at me, licking across my cheekbone before pushing me toward the bathroom doors.

"I've always said a thorough education is key to a successful life."

*edited to fix the center thingie. I must be more tired than I thought


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Yes, a thorough education is a Very Good thing.

Although I was getting odd flashes of Cindy Coke commercials- with Brian inserted in her place. ;-)
Very nice.

Re: Yes, a thorough education is a Very Good thing.

*chokes* Okay, that's new. *g*

Thanks!

Umm, that was...ummm....

::totally relates to Justin with the Brian and the water and hot, yes::

*nodnodnod* Yes. Water. And Brian. Like air and lungs. Chocolate and chocolate. Mmm.

Brian should swim more.

I'd settle for more shower scenes, though swimming is good.

good thing for us you freaked out. NICE!!

Hey, it's two fics for the price of one! *cheers*

Mr. I Must Pack My Entire Wardrobe for a Road Trip and Have No Space For Lesser Things, Like Gas Cans

Hee! Brian mockery. It feeds my soul, I tell you. *g*

Brian stares at me over those ridiculous sunglasses. It's fucking *night*. No one can have a hangover so bad they need sunglasses at night.

*sings* "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave and breathe your storylines..."

So gas stations can be sexy with the right motivation. That's new.

Heh. Well, it's not something I would have believed, but there you go. Learn something new every day.

I watch because--well. It's Brian and water.

*snerk* Even I can't deny that.

That's pretty much how I spend half my time around him. The other half is "God, yes, Brian".

That explains *so* much. Okay, this was funny and fun. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Hee! Brian mockery. It feeds my soul, I tell you. *g*

*narrows eyes* I do it out of blind, unreasoning, illogical devotion, though....

*sings* "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave and breathe your storylines..."

What is that from?

Heh. Well, it's not something I would have believed, but there you go. Learn something new every day.

*G* Brian makes air look sexy and dangerous. Okay, that *might* be just me.

I watch because--well. It's Brian and water.

*snerk* Even I can't deny that.


*smiles smugly* Preeetyyyy hotness.

That's pretty much how I spend half my time around him. The other half is "God, yes, Brian".

That explains *so* much. Okay, this was funny and fun. I thoroughly enjoyed it.


*narrows eyes* I mock Justin out of--oh. Wait.

Mock at will. *cuddles Justin* You get orgasms, sweetie. Lots of them.

Glad, of course, that you enjoyed, chica. *hugs much, squishing Justin*

*narrows eyes* I do it out of blind, unreasoning, illogical devotion, though....

Well, I laugh out of cruelty and spite, but it still amused me. *g*

*sings* "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave and breathe your storylines..."

What is that from?


Babe, *classic* 80s disco. By Corey Hart (it has to be a Corey, doesn't it? *g*). It's infectious, and silly, and great to dance to or belt out at the top of your lungs, and it sticks in your head like... like all really cheesy pop does.

You know it, you're just not mentally linking it to my text singing. I need the lyrics, then you'd remember...

Aha! Does that ring a bell? *bops away to the tune in her head*

*narrows eyes* I mock Justin out of--oh. Wait. Mock at will.

But which one's Will?!

(I'm sorry. I really am. I can't fight the urge to cry that out... it's sad, I know. *g*)

Apology for the comments spamming your inbox, babe. A last minute change of icons resulted in it posting three times. (*sigh* Twice, I could have understood.)

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*sighs dreamily* He'd just be so--yeah. Someone you can just push down in the dirt and not worry how filthy you got.

*blissing on imagery*

Funny and sexy and cute...loved it!

:-D

Aww, thanks so much!

I go in for The Cute. *grins*

love the fic, and the pic that went with it. I'd say I want more, and I do, but in the grand scheme of things, I'd rather you wrote more of "How it's gonna be" ... old loyalties.

*That* story and Stumble and Fall will be the death of me.

*stares at them both* MOVE. Just--do something already. Gah.

Glad you liked the snippet.

*tries to type, realises keyboard is covered in drool*

Bah-Fuh?

Hehe. Fun fic! I liked how Justin quoted his own thoughts...
I'd hate that if I could make myself think around "Ooh. Hot."

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