This chapter will be just mere smut. Enjoy. ^^

As a comparison to the forceful kiss that made their teeth knock against each other, the gloved hands proved to be too feeble. Returning the long-excepted kiss with an approving groan, Yazoo wouldn't mind the opposite, namely soft kiss and hard grip of fingers. His partner was ready for the very action, although had no idea how to handle the new situation. Lost in desire, his mouth was not kissing anymore, but biting, first Yazoo's full lips, then his cheek, down to his throat and collarbone, starting to cause real pain, making the emerald eyes widen in alarm. Yazoo tried to break free by leaning backwards, strongly grabbing that blond mess of hair to keep his balance. The pain he caused dragged Cloud back to reality and the boy opened his eyes, uttering unclear apologies which Yazoo didn't bother to pay attention to. Wet, leisure lips answered his silliness with quiet reassurance instead of words. The grip in the hair turned into caressing, and the experienced fingers started to wander down from his ears to his neck, towards his panting chest. Reaching above the thumping heart Yazoo stopped for a second, wondering whether he needed to get a doctor for his partner. Heart-attack was very much imminent… he had pushed those buttons too fast, with no remorse. Not that riding that bike back to the port alone was against his liking, but at this moment he preferred a great fuck instead.

Therefore he decided to interrupt the kiss again, fathoming that unique zapphire depth.

„It's okay, Cloud." The driver heard above the deafening tamtam coming from between his own ribs. „We have time… ehhh… like forty minutes, I guess. Then you'll drive me back. Deal?"

Only a nod answered, making the blond strands wave in the next blast of the hot wind. Yazoo swallowed his laughter when he noticed the way Cloud kneeled with one leg on the bike, holding his hands clumsily in the air, only a few inches away from his body, reluctant to touch him. Apparently he feared he would hurt him again. The silver-haired took those foolish hands and gently lead them to his long thighs, pressed them to his muscles. His prize was the arousing sight of his partner blushing and holding his breath back. By pulling at his shirt he invited him to climb up onto the bike what he did, taking seat facing him. Yazoo framed the childish cheeks with his fingers and bent forward to kiss the inviting lips, starting in a fake shy manner, becoming more daring and wanton with time. Much more to his satisfaction, the biker moved a bit closer to him, sliding one palm to his hips. That deserved a reward: he licked the rosy lips and swallowed the dreamy sigh rumbling up from the other's throat.

The curious palm left his hips to move to his ass, cupping it exploringly, making the barwaiter grin. No more reassurance and guidance were needed: Cloud figured out on his own that being with men cannot be much more complicated than with women, who had many confusing components anyway. The complications existed only in his head. Yazoo's body couldn't be too different from his own, which he already knew well. Therefore, he greeted that licking tongue with his own.

Cloud groaned out loudly, when the pale fingers abandoned his cheeks to suddenly test the hardness of his groin. Cupping turned abruptly into grabbing, and he pulled the slim figure closer. Yazoo didn't hide his content smirk as he laid down on the bike. The cool metal fitted to his back with its bent, despite its hardness it wasn't inconvenient at all.

„Go on, bikerboy." Was the order given while he unbuttoned his own shirt. He didn't need to continue with his belt, Cloud did it for him, with a smile on his face of a child unwrapping a birthday-gift. Lifting his legs, Yazoo supported his partner in removing all remaining clothing, not forgetting to keep the lipbalm's jar in his hand. In a minute he was totally naked, wrapped only in the driver's devouring gaze. In return, Yazoo had the opportunity to watch closely a wrinkle deepening on Cloud's forehead. These rookie reactions never ceased to amuse him, making him grin in approval. While doing that, planning his next step, he happened to knock the jar playfully against his bared teeth. The ticking sound reminded him that much to his regret they didn't have enough time to make the most of the situation. What a shame that they were kinda in a hurry.

Therefore he sat up again, lifting the tiny jar in front of Cloud's nose, and enjoyed the sight of him squinting at it in confusion.

„Now tell me what you think this is for?" He whispered, breathing deep and ragged. Cloud didn't answer, just focused on the light-pink balm and suddenly blushed much deeper than it's color.

„Yes, right." Yazoo hissed and nibbled his burning cheek. „Exactly. Clever boy."

In this minute the barwaiter was really thankful to the sea winds which had been torturing his sensitive lips. Without them, he wouldn't have carried the balm everywhere. He made a sudden decision: never forget the lube while going ashore. And keep one for duty, too.

He pushed the jar into his partner hand's to let him test it by himself. While removing the tricky waistcoat and shirt, he considered the few options they had. Alas, they had to refrain from mutual blow-jobs. This local had no clue how to do it properly, and time was too short to teach him. While opening the black jeans and pulling out the other's proud member (Cloud jerked a bit due to mere instinct, then relaxed again), he wondered whether he should risk an early mouthful by tasting it.

„Hn." He knew better than not being able to recognize and prevent an advancing orgasm. Moving a bit backwards on the bike to gain more place he acknowledged the sight of the blond youth still busy with opening the jar and touching the balm.

Cloud gasped loudly in surprise feeling those already familiar lips around his glans. He dropped the jar and gripped in between silky silver locks. As Yazoo lowered his head, letting the pulsating cock sink deeper in his mouth, Cloud couldn't help but arched and threw his head back. The wild tamtam returned into his chest, and he had to take a firm stand not to fall off the bike. Good that he did so, using his chance, since he didn't get much rest: Yazoo lifted his head only to lower it again, sucking in the booty even deeper than before.

The silver-heared heard his own name from above, the pleading voice torn apart by hot wind. Yes, Cloud was begging him by only calling his name again and again, pleading for more, but also for a merciful break simultaneously.

„Where's the balm?" Yazoo asked suspiciously, because he felt all gloved fingers on his head. Again, Cloud looked at him kind of embarassed.

„Sorry… I dropped it somehow." Apologizing, he lowered his upper body immediately aside, in search for the jar. Yazoo straightened in his seat, with his hand still around that hard cock, reluctant to let it go. He casually kept stroking it until his partner found the lube in the grass. Luckily enough, it didn't fall too far.

Above the opened jar, their glances met.

„Won't you come too soon, if I keep sucking you?" Yazoo enquired bluntly, sensing how quickly that shifty dick got harder and fatter in his palm.

„I will." Cloud admitted ashamed. „Most likely." Then with a deep sigh he corrected himself. „No…. definitely."

Yazoo's gaze wandered back to the open pants and his moving hand. Much to Cloud's surprise the silver-haired decided to lower his head back to his aching member, and despite the former warning, the gentle tounge lapped off his emerging, creamy pre-cum. Completing that, Yazoo straightened up again, and released the shaft from his caressing grip. Only now was he done with the tasting.

Cloud watched with eager eyes as his partner dipped his fingers into the jar and leant back on the bike again. His bare feet left the ground, handing over the whole responsibility of holding their balance to Cloud. Then the right sole pushed against Cloud's left shoulder. The left sole against the right shoulder. In addition, the narrow pelvis was lifted up to completely expose Yazoo's genitals and entrance. Without the need of asking for, Cloud reached under the bare buttocks in order to assist him, and watched that lubed finger first circling around, then entering that puckered hole.

The whole bike staggered, hence Cloud couldn't prevent a sudden bucking of his hips.

„Careful, tiger." Yazoo hissed, letting his finger slide in deeper. „We still have much to do. Don't lose your balance."

Enchanted by the show, Cloud was not able to reply. He pushed the lean body upwards on the sloping backseat, letting Yazoo sense a strength that could hold his whole weight. Additionally, he lifted his hands, so the naked pelvis got closer to his face. In order to grant him a better view, Yazoo pulled out his finger from himself, reached below his body, and pushed it back from below, enjoying the loud noise of Cloud's inhaling, as the air filled his lungs to the maximum. And it stayed in there.

„Oh, holy fuck!" The blond one uttered astonished, when finally he remembered to breath out.

Underneath from half-lowered lids, Yazoo enjoyed the sight of blue saucer eyes watching his lower regions, inebriated with aching anticipation. Cloud's hot breath encompassed Yazoo's cock, which was lying flat on his belly. As if in trance, the blond one started lowering his head, forcing his partner's knees to part more and made his legs dangle in the air behind his back. He was still able to see the second finger entering that pretty hole before his trembling lips reached their target.

Now it was Yazoo's turn to buck as he felt the wet mouth touching his member unexpectedly. He pushed two fingers deep inside, in unision with Cloud's mouth engulfing the head of his cock. His other hand reached behind the blond strands in order to find something to cling onto, while trying not to drop the jar either. This innocent mouth felt so good around him, that for a second he tended to forget how jeopardizing an unexperienced partner could be. Down there, he circled his finger in search for his most sensitive spot. Cloud held his ass in a firm grip, having full control of the bike and his bodies balancing on top of it, so Yazoo afforded himself the luxury to give in to the sensations. A loud moan welcomed the finding of his target inside, and the silver-haired arched his back, shoving his loin upwards, his dick deeper in that willing mouth. There was neither time or need to hold it back, so he started to finger-fuck himself as fast and deep as possible, to prepare his ass for the most craved penetration. He felt caressing blond hairs on his belly, and a second later a playful tounge slipped into his slit, licking on it slowly up and down.

For a first time blowjob, this boy was doing surprisingly well.

The pelvis started to move in slow circles, and Cloud's head followed the slight motion. Yazoo whimpered while moving his fingers inside. Cloud's hot breaths erected goosegumps on his lower belly, and Yazoo, being very satisfied with their progress, opened his knees as wide as he could. Now he was able to push three fingers inside. They slided easily in and out by now, and while enjoying the gentle licks and insecure sucking at his dick, Yazoo lowered his head, finding no support under his skull. He didn't mind, just closed his eyes and concentrated on the touches he experienced in that moment. His sweeping hair became a toy of the wind, which was carressing his milky skin all over his body. He was totally at the mercy of this stranger now, and this thought pumped his blood directly towards the stroking lips of his partner.

„May I do it for you?" Cloud asked suddenly, stroking Yazoo's dick with his perky nose.

„ Hn…?"

„Fingering you."

The barwaiter gasped, his eyes open. All he could see were dangling lemons on trees upside down.

„May I try?" The blond insisted. Then he felt the jar knocking against the back of his head.

„Do it." Yazoo moaned, without lifting his head. He pulled out from himself, smearing the lube from his fingers onto his nipples. That felt nice too, so he just continued, one hand on his nipple, the other one placing the jar onto his belly. Cloud adjusted himself to his new task. He kept the slim body lifted by reaching under the hips, only one palm under the sacral curve. With that, Yazoo's weight rested on his shoulder-blades and Cloud's hand, stabilizing himself with the legsaround the taut arms. The driver proved to be much stronger than expected, to the passanger's pleasure.

Cloud removed one of his gloves with his teeth, spat it out, then reached into the jar. He moisturized his fingers thoroughly and pushed them deep inside, finding no resistence. By sheer luck or by instinct, he found the right angle, pushing his fingertips against the gland, making Yazoo arch spasmodically. The new assault of the wind shattered Yazoo's cry in the air.

He started to finger-fuck him in a slow motion, which was way too restrained to the silver's taste. Therefore he jerked his pelvis against that fingers, motivating his partner to speed up. He did so, and in a few seconds, they found a steady rhytm. Yazoo managed to curl two fingers around his member and started to pull at it, since both hands of Cloud were occupied now. But not his mouth.
The anew touch of those hot lips on his cock made he shout out in the wind. The lapping of the tounge made his back arch again, his hips buck. He guided his cock into that wet cavern, and felt his muscles melting as Cloud started to bob his head in unision with his fingers moving inside. They acted now in cooperation, Yazoo pulling and squeezing at his hard nub, stroking his member, Cloud sucking the mentioned member, moving his fingers in and out of his ass.
No matter how well it worked, it couldn't last forever. The taste of pre-cum on his tounge surprised the blond so much, that he fell out of the rythm. The sudden touch of teeth made Yazoo jerk in alarm, tough the surprising shock was stronger than the pain.

„Sorry!" With sorrow and shame Cloud gasped, eyes agape, removing his head from the shaft and his fingers from the ass. Their missing contact made Yazoo lift his head in an annoyed manner. He wanted to continue their game, not wasting time and energy on remorses. But there he saw a troubled Cloud again, burning in self-reproach and insecurity.

„Listen, I am sorry, I don't want to… really don't want to…"

„Dont want what?" Yazoo interrupted, fearing the worst.

„To… disappoint you, but before you…I've never been with … ehh…"

Oh no, not THAT line! In case he wanted to get what he longed for, Yazoo had to cut that useless rant asap and for good.

„No problem, but now you are! So much you are now! And man..." He smiled at him reassuring. „You are doing a hell of a good job!"

Cloud swallowed, glaring with questioning eyes at the mirage lying in front of him.

„Am I?" He mumbled, hesitant to believe, but Yazoo was not in the mood of further flattering. He let his gaze sink deep into the electric blue eyes, and groaned out, voice hoarse and dark with lust.

„Fuck me, Cloud."

„Huhh?"

„I said fuck me! Now!" He was almost shouting, and his glance turned menacing. He hated any bad conscience, inhibitions or worries interfering, ruining his pleasure, but he knew how to fight them. Not with comforting or flattering words, but with straightforward attack, nasty talk.

And oh yes, his method worked again. With careful movements, Cloud lowered Yazoo's body down, making it rest on the leather seat. With a grip on his waist, he pulled the lithe figure closer to his groin. Gravitation and the sloapy curve of the bike were to his assistance, forcing the flexible body to slip directly towards him, with his cock aiming at the well-prepared entrance.

Yazoo didn't cease to urge him.

„Come on, tiger. I need you to fuck our damned souls out of us now, and don't forget what you promised!"

„What?" He tore his gaze apart from the glittering hole, that waited for him so eagerly.

Finding support under his skull again, Yazoo tilted his head, granting an exotic spectacle with his long silver hair flowing all over on the dark metal.

„That this might can get rough." He reminded him of his own words.

Hearing that, Cloud gaze became dazy in a second, and seeing that inviting ass didn´t make it any better. With head still cocked, Yazoo watched with a soft smile how the driver hurried to remove his remaining glove and threw it ignorantly behind his back. Surely he didn't know about his frowning and those worried wrinkles on his forehead, proving his close concentration and arousal. Cloud was busy lubing his dick quickly. When he positioned himself against the entrance, his bike dangled again a bit on the stand, making the crew member anxious. Definitely, Genesis wouldn't be impressed about his explanation of not being able to report for duty tonight, for the very reason having fallen off a bike while being fucked by a stranger, mentioned bike landing on top of them.

„Are you sure you can handle?" Yazoo asked, worried about the slightly moving vehicle. His question was rewarded with the smuggest smirk of the day.

„Huhh." Cloud blinked at him. „Even if this might be my first time with a man, not my first time doing it on a bike!"

And with that, he shoved his slippery cock deep inside Yazoo's longing body, in one hard, quick movement. The silver couldn't help but cried out, then clenched his teeth while the driver started to fuck him. With a few thrusts, he plunged his member into his ass to the tilt, continued by pulling out and pushing back again til the balls.

„Does it hurt?"

„Oh, shut up! Faster!"

Cloud's voice sounded deeper than before, making Yazoo moan out. Despite his lack of experience, this stranger was full of surprises, whipping up the barwaiter's senses to a limit where he slipped out of control. He felt the sweat emerging from all his pores, covering his shaking body, drying in the hot waves of wind, only to be restored by new droplets. His loud panting mixed with the harsh noise of their confronting bodies. He was fucking him with an unexpected vigour. Cloud caught sight of the jar which Yazoo still held in his fingers, and he threw it aside. He guided Yazoo's hand to his shaft to make him show how to please him. Soon he took over and continued. Much to his regret, Cloud couldn't taste it again, but he tried to produce a similar exciting effect with his lubed fingers. According to the loud, rythmic moans of the crew member, his attempt was a success.

„Is it good enough like this? Or shall I do it harder?" His voice was interrupted with every energic thrust.

Not being sure what the inarticulate, loud cry meant he received as an answer, he sped up, bucking his hips even stronger then before. His hand also moved faster on the throbbing, dripping dick in front of him, its touch remaining gentle despite its firmness. He felt thick drops of sweat emerging on his forehead, flowing down his face, and dripping from his chin onto the shaking body underneath him. Their motion rocked the bike. Cloud threw his head back as he felt the sweat gliding down on his wide back, the thin streamlets merging in a stream in the ditch of his arching spine. He was close, so close now, but he wanted to show that he was capable of making Yazoo climax before him. He changed the angle, determined to find the right way to make Yazoo react like he did before.

After a few attempts, the sudden jerking of the body, as if hit by a lash, told him that he had found it. He kept moving in this angle, drinking in the loud, constant cries of the silver beauty. Above that, he could also hear his own panting, til a new wave of wind confused the whole erotic symphony, blowing a lot of silver hair in Yazoo' face, sticking it in his open mouth. Cloud reached forward to remove the strands, remembering how fascinated he was by seeing Yazoo doing the same in the port. The barwaiter let him clean his mouth and face, with his eyes floating away from time to time. The pounding into his body didn't stop for a second, the rythm was steady and reliable, and the hand jerking him off proved to be very much talented. With his feet having taken a firm stand on the ground, his cock piercing that silky anus, his wet hand holding his shaft, Cloud fixed him onto the seat. Yazoo tried to look up, and caught the admiring stare of those luminous orbs.

That was too much already. He was not able to watch it anymore. His eyes rolled back, his vision turned into an empty, white explosion, filling his convulsing body with heat. The surge clenched his balls to shoot his creemy seed up, straight onto Cloud's amazed eyes. He arched again, having his weight only on his shoulderplates. A new jet was shot on Cloud's neck and chest. Yazoo's heavy moan turned into a harsh cry, as he grabbed the blond hair above him. His last, weakest shot was spilled onto his belly and Cloud's hand.

Feeling slightly dizzy, Yazoo relaxed on the seat, his breathing slowly getting back to normal.

TBC