Jeff hummed under his breath as he parked Phil's car at a secluded spot by a nearby lake. They had stopped to get some Burger King on the way, although Jeff felt like he was the only one with any appetite. Phil was just sitting in the passenger's seat, pouting and refusing to say a word. "Come on Punky, don't be a sour puss," Jeff said as he opened up the bag of food. "We've got a beautiful moon out tonight, we've got French fries, I've got an unlimited sex drive…"
"You and your sex drive can stay over there," Phil snapped. "That has only caused me an overabundance of problems lately."
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like you've been a little saint lately. All you do every time a microphone you get a microphone in front of your face is go on and on about my past and how everyone else is a failure because we are all not straight edge like you. You're one step away from wearing a fucking sign that says "I am straight edge and I am better than you", you fucking ass."
"I am better," Phil muttered. He glared at Jeff. "I'm a whole lot better than you for damn sure."
"Maybe you are," Jeff admitted. He set the food on the dashboard so it was out of the way. "I know I've fucked up in the past. I drink, I smoke, I've failed my share of drug tests, I probably have sadomasochist and masochist tendencies that are borderline unhealthy, but at least I admit that I'm not fucking perfect."
Phil folded his arms over his chest. "Well that's great Jeff. Now take me to my hotel and leave me the hell alone."
"Nope," Jeff refused. "I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I don't feel like it." Jeff didn't feel like admitting that he sometimes felt like he was going crazy when he tried to leave Phil alone for any real length in time. He didn't feel like admitting that right now, he almost felt like taking the younger man all the way back to Cameron, chaining him up to his bed and never letting him go. He was starting to not totally care whether he was fucking Phil or vice versa--he just wanted and needed Phil a lot more than he wanted to.
Phil gulped. "Come on Jeff--"
"Just run if you're that freaked out then," Jeff said impatiently. "Just follow the road I drove on and it'll eventually lead you back to the highway. I'm sure you can make it to the hotel sometime tomorrow morning."
"But this is my car!" Phil protested. "If anyone is going to be walking, it will be you."
"Sorry Sweet Cheeks, I have the keys. And the keys make me ruler of this car. So either you can stay here and sit with me or you can walk away. I'm not forcing you to stay Punky." Jeff wanted to do that, but he wouldn't. He wanted to see what Phil would do.
For a very long moment, it almost looked like Phil was about to bolt. But then he sighed and slumped down in his seat. "I hate you," he muttered.
Jeff just smirked. "You just hate me because part of you wants to stay and you don't want to admit that to yourself."
"You fucking put a spell on me."
"No, but that would be cool if I could. I've always wanted magic powers."
Phil gave him a strange look. "You have a lot of issues," he said seriously.
Jeff nodded. "I've been told that. Hell, I just admitted that like less than five minutes ago. Learn to pay attention Punky."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? It's one of my pet names for you." Jeff gently ran his fingertips down Phil's face, almost flinching himself when Phil flinched violently. "Relax," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Yeah right," Phil muttered.
Jeff tilted his head to the side. Maybe he had been a little too hard on his Philly lately. Maybe he needed to try a little tenderness. "Oh come on baby, just trust me a little bit," he cooed as he got out of his seat and got closer to Phil. "I don't want to hurt you right now." He left a gentle trail of kisses all along Phil's neck, not doing anything but that until he felt the raven haired man start to relax. Once that happened, he kissed Phil on the lips, distracting the younger man so that he didn't realize that his pants were being removed until Jeff had them pulled down a pretty good ways.
Phil stiffened back up and tried to push Jeff away. Jeff grabbed a hold of Phil's wrists and would not let them go. "Relax," he ordered. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you. Don't make me handcuff you for being difficult."
Phil made a high pitched whining noise, but at least he stopped fighting. Jeff kissed him again while working on getting his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He grinned as he kissed his way down his Punky's body. Phil was nearly hyperventilating; obviously the man believed that Jeff's intentions were less than innocent. But Jeff didn't feel like hurting Phil at the moment. He just wanted to get a little taste of his baby before they went back to the hotel. Just one little taste to get him through the night.
Jeff grabbed the base of Phil's cock with his hand and licked the underside of it, almost taking it into his mouth but not quite doing that yet. He watched Phil carefully, loving the conflicted, apprehensive mess his baby was. He started circling his tongue around the slit before probing into it just a little bit and then taking the head into his mouth and sucking very, very lightly.
"Oh shit," Phil moaned sweetly. He bit his lower lip and hesitantly put his hands on Jeff's shoulders. "Jeff…please…umph…"
He has no idea how pretty he is when he begs, Jeff thought to himself as he went back to just licking Phil's now hard dick. He traced a vein he found, getting the cutest little whine from Phil when he did that. Chuckling, he finally took Phil fully on his mouth, sucking on it like it was a lollypop while running his tongue all around it. The little voice in his head that sounded like a very strange hybrid of Mark and Hunter was asking him what the hell he was doing. He should have been making Phil blow him. But he shut that voice up pretty quickly. Sometimes he liked to fuck with the cosmos and do something that nobody was expecting.
"Fuck!" Phil nearly yelled as Jeff deep throated him. He grabbed on to Jeff's hair and held it painfully tight. He tried to thrust his hips up, but found that he couldn't because Jeff was holding them down. "Jeff…oh God Jeff…please, do it harder…please…"
Jeff sucked harder, doing all the things Mark and Hunter liked. He began humming his theme song (it was the only thing he could think of at that point) and the vibrations were too much for Phil to handle. He came with a loud yell, his body jerking uncontrollably before slumping back and sighing in content. Jeff swallowed every little bit of Phil's seed before returning to his seat. He grabbed the Burger King bag and got his food out. "Eat," he said as he passed the bag to Phil. "I do want to get back to the hotel some time tonight. I promised Evan I would go shopping with him tomorrow and I can't do that if I don't get some sleep tonight."
Phil looked at him nervously. "That's it? That's all you're going to do to me?"
Jeff nodded. "Yup." He ate his food, keeping a close watch on Phil out of the corner of his eye. He could see the confusion and mild relief in those olive colored eyes…and maybe just a little bit of disappointment. That made Jeff smile. I guess I'm not the only one who might be in over my head here. That's nice to know.
