Notes: One of these days, I'm going to write "There are no cars in Spira" about 100 times. But, it's so fun to have poor Baralai driving. Kind of a contrast against Paine. She's more of a pilot, and Baralai would be more of a driver, imho. As for Gippal, he could do both, while bothering Baralai at the same time. Anywaym I figured what the heck. If they have airships and hovercrafts, why not some cars? Anyway, Baralai is still learning to drive and is doing quite well. That's when Gippal decides to have some fun.
If Baralai had his way, Rin's silver convertible would have been his for the taking. Unfortunately, it wasn't his or Gippal's, but only borrowed for driving lessons. Not that Baralai cared all that much, he figured that so long as he could at least drive around for a little bit, all was well. He sat back against the driver's seat, gently running his hands over the wheel, paying attention to every detail, the field around him, the scent of the wind as it blew through his platinum hair, the sound and feel of the engine each time he shifted gears. Through the corner of his golden brown eyes, he saw Gippal leaning against the car door with a smile on his face. Baralai reflected that smile and sighed. He briefly looked up at the blue sky and didn't see a single cloud.
/Beautiful/.
These were among his favorite times with Gippal, when they were alone together without Nooj or Paine to pester them. He was especially happy that Paine wasn't here since that would mean no recordings. He pouted as he remembered some of the more embarrassing reports she managed to record before he threatened to break the camera over her head. Those thoughts faded away as he accelerated and the adrenaline rushed through him once again.
"Ah, about damned time," Gippal commented. "I thought I'd have to grab your knee again."
Baralai rolled his eyes, "I was just trying to get something out of my mind."
"What?"
"Uhm, I don't think you need to know that," Baralai smirked, honestly not wanting to think about how Paine caught the two young men kissing a few days before.
"Always secretive," Gippal replied leaning towards Baralai, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"Uhm, what are you doing?" Baralai asked, gripping the steering wheel so he wouldn't lose control.
"I'm testing you," Gippal said with a cocky grin.
"Uh, excuse me?"
"Come on, Baralai, I think you're ready for this." Gippal answered, pressing his lips against Baralai's cheek before moving down to his neck.
"Oh! Gippal!" Baralai gasped, trying not to kick the gas pedal. He kept his eyes on the road in front of him and didn't even swerve. He wanted to lean away, but feared that he would lose control if he did so. He almost did when Gippal stuck his hand in Baralai's white shirt to graze over a hardening nipple. He grit his teeth, "Gippal! No! Do you want to get killed?" He tried to push Gippal away, but the younger Al Bhed held onto him tightly, his fingers gilding down Baralai's chest to untie the leather plate that shielded his genitals.
"Oh no, Gippal," Baralai cried as Gippal managed to loosen his "chastity belt" and grope Baralai's member under his beige pants. Feeling a jolt run through him, Baralai almost floored it, but he managed to lift his foot off the gas rather lean on it. "Gippal, please stop!" He shouted, frustrated as he felt his own body betray him.
"Don't worry, Baralai," Gippal said, his breath tickling Baralai's ear. "We'll be fine."
Baralai shook his head, ignoring his hardening member. "No, Gippal. I'm putting my foot down." And he did. On the brake, stalling the car as he neglected to step on the clutch as well. When Gippal finally backed away with a shocked look in his one eye, Baralai glared at him. "Have you gone mad? We could have been killed! Couldn't you have at least waited until we got back to the hotel?"
Gippal shrugged with a smirk, "Nah. It would've been too easy."
"Oh," Baralai helplessly chuckled, "Touche'".
