There was an air of nervous, anxious apprehension (on Greg's side), excitement and a touch of anger at the people he'd be meeting (on James' side), and apprehension, frustration and curiosity (on Lisa's side); at least for the first few hours, then it just became another tedious car journey.
Four hours in and everyone was pretty silent; the radio on low, playing some of the latest hits, alongside the rustling of the plastic bag of cereal inside the box that Greg was munching on. This was his second box of coco puffs that he'd pestered Lisa into stopping at a supermarket in a passing town to stop and buy a second jumbo sized box; "why are you eating so much cereal? And coco puffs at that?"
"I like coco puffs," Greg grumbled, digging his hand through the box again.
The rustling of the plastic bag and loud, obnoxious chewing was rapidly gaining on Lisa's nerves by this stage; she looked in the rear-view mirror to see how James was doing, if it seemed to be bothering him, but he just had his head leant back against the head rest with his eyes closed. "He's not sleeping," Greg muttered through a mouthful of coco puffs.
Lisa rolled her eyes, "he looks pretty asleep to me, heaven knows how,"
"He's not, you'll know when he's asleep, his snoring could raise the dead," Greg mumbled, shaking the cereal, "box is getting low,"
"Thank God," Lisa muttered, "Wait, Wilson snores?"
"Like a freight train," Greg grinned, "no, but seriously, I'm running out here," he rattled the box again.
"I'm not stopping to buy a third box of that. We're not stopping anywhere aside from toilet breaks and to buy gas until we stop tonight in Philly at the hotel," Lisa muttered.
"I don't know if gas stations sell coco puffs," Greg frowned, scratching around the bottom of the box to grab another small handful.
"I sure hope that they don't. What's the obsession with this cereal out of nowhere anyway? Keep an eye out for gas stations, we're going to have to stop soon,"
"I like it," Greg grumbled, digging further in the box.
"Well, you're not getting any more. I've spent the whole day listening to you chow down on that crap. I'm about to snap," Lisa muttered.
James mumbled from the backseat, breaking his silence, "it's not worth the argument, Lisa, it's just cereal. It's all he's eaten for the last three days. I don't know for sure what the obsession with the cereal is, but I've got an idea," Greg snapped his head around to James, shooting him am icy look that firmly stated, shut up.
"You're dragging her halfway across the country, Greg, she has a right to know what she's going to be walking into," James continued.
"I'll tell her. When the time is right," Greg stated, clearly trying for a lot of bravado; but only succeeding in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.
"Yeah, bullshit you will," James closed his eyes again, and the ride resumed in silence.
By the time that they'd checked into their two bed hotel room that evening, everyone was starting to get sick of one another; and the tension, which had started out about the cereal and ended in Greg going radio silent for the rest of the day when Lisa refused to stop at a supermarket to buy him another box when the gas station, predictably, did not sell coco puffs in the yellow box that Greg wanted despite his searching, was still palpable.
Thankfully, the hotel room had two separate bedrooms, because as much as Greg was sick of Lisa, Lisa was just as sick of Greg by this stage too, and after dinner retreated into her tiny room with a single bed for the night; suggesting that the two of them get some rest as well; as tomorrow she wanted James to drive at least half of the day to take some of the pressure off of herself; "I just need a chance to relax, Wilson, it's been a very long day for me too,"
"Okay, sure," Wilson nodded, and Lisa sighed in relief, before walking back into her room, pulling her book out of her bag and settling under the blankets, "you know Greg, you could really cool it with the coco puffs. You can't just live off the stuff," James shook his head as he turned to his lover who was getting undressed on the side of the bed.
"Wanna bet? Just watch me," Greg smirked.
James slunk up until he was standing directly in front of him, "oh yeah? You're not sorry at all, are you?" he smirked.
Greg smirked back, "not one tiny little bit, in fact, I'll do it all over again, I'll do it every single day of this trip,"
"Wrong answer," James smiled at him, kneeling down in front of him, his hand on Greg's penis and began to slowly excite him. As soon as Greg was fully erect; James pulled his mouth over Greg's cock, his mouth slipping down the shaft several times before he began focusing his mouth action more towards the head and end of his shaft, with one hand gently jerking towards the base, and his other hand snaking around Greg's backside as he slipped two fingers in his asshole and massaged his prostrate; and once he'd hit the g-spot, he could feel Greg get more excited until he dragged James up and threw him down onto the bed, tearing off his trousers and underwear in a heavily fuelled frenzy. James got a glimpse into Greg's eyes, his pupils so dilated from the excitement that they were almost entirely black before his shoulder was grabbed and he was rolled over onto his stomach and chest.
With a bit of spit the only lubrication that either of them had on them, James let out a short hiss and whimper as he felt his asshole widening and Greg's cock thrusting deeply inside of him. Greg balanced his weight on the bed with his left hand to take a bit more pressure of his injured right leg, and shoved James' shoulder into the mattress as he went deeper and faster; Greg could feel James' asshole twitching and heard his moans and groans. "Fuck," Greg growled under his breath as he neared completion, arching his back upward and slowed his thrusts as James' ass and back reared up to follow the movements as he instinctually reared and bucked against Greg's hips; until he felt the hand on his shoulder shake a little, and Greg thrust in fully and hold it there, as he unloaded deep into James, "fuck, baby, you're so good," he panted, waiting for a moment until he was flaccid again to pull out.
With a gasp and a shake of the head, Lisa immediately closed the door; trying to smear and clear her mind of what she'd just witnessed. She hadn't been intentionally snooping, but she'd heard a noise of pain and the bed shift; and when she creaked open the bedroom door had been greeted by the sight of Greg with his head towards her, but having no idea of her being there whatsoever; thrusting slowly and deeply inside of James as he had cum inside of him, Greg's back arched up and back with his bare chest and stomach visible, and his head thrown back, teeth chattering slightly in pure ecstasy, and James gasping and bucking naturally in rhythm underneath him. It had only been for a fraction of a moment, but that image was not going to be one easily wiped from her mind. Tomorrow, she was going to have to start setting some boundaries when she was around. She didn't want to hear it, let alone actually see it, and especially not the moment of orgasm. It felt so private and intimate; and something that they should do only in the presence of one another; surely not with their boss in the next bed.
"Okay," James grinned once they'd both recharged, "it's my turn now,"
"Fine," Greg playfully rolled his eyes lovingly at him, slipping his hand down to excite James.
James leant over to whisper in his ear; "Greg, don't worry too much about the blow job, I just want to be inside my baby," he purred, and Greg just smiled lovingly at him, leaning in to kiss him passionately as James climbed on top, tracing his fingers gently down Greg's sides over his warm, smooth skin as James felt his member swell and grow with excitement and anticipation. Pulling his lips away, he kissed and bit down gently on the side of Greg's neck, just enough to leave a small red love bite on the side of his neck, before straddling over his lover and entering inside him from another angle; this immediately elicited a loud, excited gasp from Greg's mouth as James entered him and began getting into a rhythm; being a bit more gentle, knowing that this was potentially going to put more pressure on his leg than usual; but James wanted to test whether this position would be possible for them to use in the long term, as due to Greg's injury- their range of positions were quite limited; not that James could or did complain- he had been warned of this beforehand.
"Fuck Greg, I love this, I love being inside you," James gasped out, panting. Not that Greg was necessarily silent or quiet himself, his range of gasps, moans, groans and orgasmic eye rolls kept James going for quite a while before he collapsed onto Greg, panting as his cock twitched and pulsed while he unloaded deep into his boyfriend, as they gasped, moaned and then giggled together.
On the other side of the very thin, cheap hotel wall, Lisa pulled an annoyed expression and rolled her eyes; I'm glad that they're both happy and seem to have a very… healthy… sex life. But by God, I hope that this isn't the case every night for the next month!
When the sun peaked through the curtains the following morning; Greg groaned and massaged at his leg; he'd really overdone it the night before, and now was absolutely about to pay the price. He popped three Vicodin and then dropped back onto his pillow with a pained groan as he writhed about in pain.
"What's wrong?" Greg turned his head to see James' concerned, chocolate brown eyes staring back at him in worry.
"Just my leg," he grumbled, "I hate to say it; but I think that we did overdo it a bit last night," rolling out of bed with a groan, he grabbed his cane and stood up wobblily, taking a second to steady himself, as James sat bolt upright in bed, ready to jump up at a moment's notice to help, "are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine once the Vicodin kicks in. I'm just going to the bathroom," Greg muttered.
"Let me help you," James jumped up to offer, but was quickly shut down.
"I'm not infirm, and somehow I think that you having to walk me to the bathroom might take away all the… romance," he murmured and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom and closed the door.
James set out some clothes for Greg to just make things a bit easier for him, got dressed himself, tidied up a little, grabbed his wallet and headed downstairs and across the road to a small supermarket where he bought three boxes of coco puffs. Upon returning, it was now 9:45 and James dragged the suitcases down the lift and put them back in the back of the pick-up, stuffed the boxes of cereal for Greg into his duffel bag to go in the backseat with him, and knocked on the door to the room where Lisa was sleeping, "wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty," James put on his most stereotypical "gay" voice; "it's time to go. We're all packed, loaded up the car and ready to go,"
Lisa glared up at him, but then looked over at the alarm clock which did in fact confirm James' words that they needed to leave now. "At least you got a good night's rest," James smiled at Lisa, who simply stared back; a good night's rest? I was kept awake until about 3am hearing you and House switching places and having crazy, loud monkey sex with me basically in the room! She refrained from saying anything yet; thinking to wait until she had both men in the moving car so neither could escape or get out of the talk that she had prepared for them.
When she walked out with her own duffel bag; she saw Greg sat perched on the edge of the bed, looking weak and frail, covered in sweat. "What happened to you?" she asked, rushing over to help him stand up.
He looked back up at her, "fist sized hole in my thigh, that's what," he panted back, as he stood up on shaking, weak legs, with James almost circling him in a sheep dog style, in order to be able to catch him should he fall, and for Greg's credit, he tolerated this out of James without a single word in response. James had to basically lift Greg up into the truck, and Lisa could see the immense strain and damage he was doing to his back in order to do so. Greg was covered in a shiny sheen of sweat but claimed that the pain he was in was slowly lapsing away as the Vicodin where slowly taking effect; but after Lisa and James had gotten in the truck themselves; driver's and backseat respectively, and James handed him a box of coco puffs that Greg didn't even open; just simply placed on the floor and leant his head against the window staring out, and James watched him with pure concern as they headed back along the highways; Lisa sighed deeply and decided that it was important to leave it be, the discussion about sex- until both men were feeling themselves; there was no point in talking to them when they were like this; it would go in one ear and out the other.