Of Vikings and the World

Of Vikings and the World

Road Trip

"Come on, Asgeir, let me drive..."

Asgeir shook his head. He knew what would happen if he let his boyfriend drive on the freeway. Two things. One, Skjaldr thrived on adrenalin rushing through his veins. Two, a car wasn't simply a car in his hands – it was a machine meant to have its limits pushed, if not a downright toy.

Putting two and two together, Skjaldr would hit speeds best suited for a race track.

"No way I'm giving you the wheel," Asgeir replied, firm. His green eyes were locked on the road in front of him, but the blond's constant fidgeting and occasional headbanging still disrupted his peripheral vision. "Weren't you playing a game?"

Skjaldr looked behind him. The black PlayStation Portable system rested on the back seat of the car, its screen off. "Bored."

"Now that's something new," Asgeir muttered. His voice oozed with sarcasm. "Sleep, read, eat, I don't know..."

"Or..." Skjaldr wiggled his eyebrows. With a devilish, amused smirk, he extended his left hand towards Asgeir's crotch. "I could always play with a joystick."

Asgeir sighed. He withdrew his hand from the gear shift and pushed Skjaldr's off his legs. "Don't make me tie you up and put you in the trunk."

The blond laughed out loud. He tried his best to act casual as he promptly ignored the warning, blue eyes on the road. A devious smirk crept to his lips. His fingers crept up Asgeir's right thigh, up to the zipper of his jeans. He tugged it down.

"I can't believe this. Stop it..." Asgeir growled. He quickly looked in the mirror to watch for incoming cars, then used his free hand to shove Skjaldr's arm backwards.

The result was less than surprising. Skjaldr resumed his act. He slid his hand beneath Asgeir's black boxers. He teased the other man with his fingers by running them up and down his shaft. He shot the brunette a cocky smirk. "Keep driving... trust me..."

"I hate you. I fucking hate you," Asgeir fussed through gritted teeth. He wasn't made of wood. Skjaldr knew how to press his buttons, or in that case, exactly how to stroke him. "If we get pulled over by cops..."

Skjaldr licked his lips. "They can just join us." Unable to wait any longer, he freed his lover's member. He gave it a few long strokes and established a slow, almost painful pace. His eyes were still on the road, but he had stopped to pay attention to the cars surrounding them.

In his seat, Asgeir shifted. He was highly uncomfortable. He slid on it in order to give Skjaldr better access to his hard-on, while trying his best to not hit the pedals. He swerved by mistake, but rectified his direction quickly enough. "Fuck's sake... Skjaldr..."

"Shhh..." The blond chuckled. "Let me do this." He kept going with his ministrations. His hand went up and down Asgeir's hardened shaft. He turned his head towards the brunette, the devilish smirk still stapled to his lips. He took an odd pleasure in seeing Asgeir flustered, struggling to keep his mind on the right track.

Skjaldr ran his thumb over the tip. Asgeir closed his eyes and moaned. He couldn't keep the blond in line and drive at the same time. After several seconds, he reopened his eyes and fumbled over to put the turn signals – he hit the left one by mistake, and rectified by flashing the right one. Once he reached the shoulder, he flashed the emergency stop signals and put the hand break.

"Goddamnit Skjaldr..."

Now at a stop, the brunette relaxed and closed his green eyes again. He almost immediately gave in and thrust in the other man's hand. His breath hitched. With nothing to hold on to, he balled his hands into fists.

To his right, Skjaldr shifted. Asgeir's eyes shot open as the other man's wet, warm mouth met the tip of his cock. He reached for the soft blond hair and pushed a few strands back, so he could have a look at the handsome features below him. Pink lips around his member, half-lidded lustful blue eyes... He kept a steady hand over Skjaldr's head and urged him to suck faster. The blond complied.

Asgeir bucked his hips. He groaned as his vision blurred, and he closed his eyes. He let the wave of pleasure go through his body, from his fingertips to his toes. He clung to Skjaldr's blond hair and held him in place as he came in spurts. He didn't leave the other man a chance, forcing him to swallow, and only released him when he was sure there wouldn't be any trace of a mess.

"Fuck, Skjaldr..."

Still flustered, the brunette panted as he tucked his shaft back in his boxers. He turned his head towards Skjaldr and grinned.

Mere seconds after, someone tapped at his window. Asgeir jerked up and scrambled to roll it down.

A uniformed police officer bent over and sneaked his head inside the car.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Asgeir stuttered as he made up some excuse. "Yes, it's just the... the heat getting to me... I pulled over to let my boyfriend drive..."

Beside him, Skjaldr titled his head forward. He smiled at the agent and saluted him. "Everything's fine, officer."

"I see." The officer paused, and then frowned. He looked Asgeir over. "May I see your driver's license?"

"Sure thing." Skjaldr reached for the papers, and handed them over to the officer without any fuss. He carefully watched as the man studied them, before he passed them back to Asgeir.

"Everything's in check. Thanks." He paused again, ready to go back on duty, but he stopped in his tracks. He peeked back in. "By the way, Mr. Haraldson... your fly's undone."

Asgeir deflated like a balloon. "Thank you, officer..."