smackenzie

woo, new chapter. :D and also some smut!

Val’s dreaming, and he knows he’s dreaming because he’s driving Stella’s SUV and Aidan is sitting in the passenger seat, and they’re taking a road trip down to Texas to see Morgan and Billy. There’s a Metallica CD in the CD player, and every time Aidan makes a move to change the song or change the volume or - worse - change the CD, Val slaps his hand away.

“He’s fucking crazy,” Aidan is saying, meaning James Hetfield. “But I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for wearing boots.”

“It’s the hair, huh?” Val says.

“Nah. It’s the hands.”

They’ll have to stop and sleep soon, Val knows, so he starts scanning the countryside for billboards or signs for motels. “Check the book,” he tells Aidan, and Aidan pops open the glove compartment and pulls out a guidebook. “Find us a place to stay.”

“You don’t want to fuck in the car?”

“I don’t think it’s big enough. Besides, I kind of want to sleep on a mattress with a pillow.”

“This says there’s a good motel at Exit 12,” Aidan says, flipping through the guidebook. “Oh, hey, there’s a place with a pool at Exit 9. You can swim before breakfast. Where are we now?”

“We should be in West Virginia.”

“Ok, so it’ll be another couple hours. I gotta pee. Pull over.”

“What, here? On the highway?” Val glances in the rearview mirror. There’s no one behind them and no one in front of them and in fact they haven’t seen another vehicle on the road since the last CD, but you never know. Val’s dream self remembers pulling off the highway several hours back because Aidan said he had to pee, and instead Aidan pushed him against the side of the SUV and rubbed against him until Val thought he’d explode, at which point Aidan yanked down Val’s pants, yanked down his own, and jerked them both off.

Now Val looks over at Aidan, who to all appearances is absorbed in the guidebook, and Aidan’s grinning. Val knows exactly what he’s thinking.

“You don’t really have to pee,” he says, “do you.”

“No, I do this time, really. I’m not thinking about Heath Ledger, I promise.”

But Val can always tell when Aidan’s lying.

They pull off at Exit 9 because they come to it sooner than Exit 12, and because Val wants to swim some laps before bed. He has to train harder or they’ll send someone else to represent Caswell Velez Malcolm and Simonson at the national championships. He should have asked Morgan if her pool has been refilled yet.

Aidan pays for the room in cash and Val steers the SUV down the little strip of motel to their room, which is on the end.

“I asked for some privacy,” Aidan tells him, as he unlocks the door and they go inside. The room is decorated like a hunting lodge on crack, with log furniture, stuffed duck heads mounted above the bed, and moose antlers on either side of the door to the bathroom. The bed is covered with a plaid flannel spread and the curtains are decorated with pictures of hunting rifles and shotguns.

“Cozy,” Val comments.

“Looks like they hired Jonas as their decorator,” Aidan says. “All that’s missing is a - oh, here it is.” He pulls aside the bedspread to reveal an old-fashioned twig broom lying on the floor under the bed. “I thought he had more modern equipment.”

“I have to go swim. Training.” Val pushes his suitcase onto its side on the floor so he can unzip it and get out his bathing suit.

“Fuck me first. You’re on my list - Stella says it’s ok.”

“You don’t have to pee?”

“You always know when I’m lying.” Aidan grins, grabs Val, and pulls him down onto the bed.

Val is wondering who packed the lube when the phone starts ringing. It honks like a plastic duck call a hunter would use to attract his flying targets, and Val pushes himself off Aidan and reaches for it.

“Stop,” Aidan murmurs, his hands on either side of Val’s head pulling him back for a kiss.

“What if it’s my mom? Or Theo? He’s training me, I have to talk to him.”

The phone is still ringing. Val rolls off Aidan and to the other side of the bed so he can grab the receiver, but Aidan’s hand is on his hip now, pulling him backwards -

* * *

Val hit full consciousness with a snap and a frustrated groan. His alarm clock beeped unconcernedly at him until he smacked the off button. If he concentrated he could still feel Aidan’s hand warm on his hip, and Aidan’s mouth insistent on his.

Fucking alarm. Fucking dreams. Fucking Aidan.

Didn’t he just wish.

Val rolled onto his back and rubbed his cock through his pajama bottoms with the heel of his hand. He should really get up, get in the shower, get dressed, and get on with his day. He didn’t need to lie in bed just to jerk off.

Ok, that was a plan. He’d do that.

He rolled out of bed and into the bathroom, noting on the way that Kirk and Haley had apparently had a midnight snack, because they’d left a couple of empty takeout containers and some forks on the coffee table in front of the couch. At least the TV was off.

Val spun the shower faucet on and stripped off his pj’s while the water heated up, and then stepped under the spray with a sigh. He could wake up easily without a morning shower, but why would he, when he could have a nice hot water massage and a lovely cloud of steam to start his day with? Besides, he could jerk off in here and not only would the sound of the shower cover any noise he might make, but he wouldn’t get his pj’s or his sheets or his self all sticky. It was a win all around.

He was already half hard from his dream, and a few quick pulls brought him fully erect. He put out a hand to balance himself against the tiled wall and went to town, stroking himself with a tight fist and steady motions, thinking about how it would feel if that were Aidan’s hand, or even better, Aidan’s mouth.

Val imagined Aidan standing in front of him, naked, his own hand wrapped around Aidan’s cock. He closed his eyes and tried to picture Aidan’s face when he came, tried to imagine the sounds Aidan would make and how his dick would feel in Val’s fingers. It was much less work to imagine Aidan jerking him off. Val remembered Aidan saying “I’d do you” in the car last night, and that was enough to push over the edge, and he came with a stutter of breath and nearly choked on a surprise mouthful of shower water.

But he felt better. He scrubbed shampoo into his hair, soaped up, rinsed off, and got out of the shower. He shaved and brushed his teeth, ran a comb through his hair, pulled it back into a ponytail, and wore his towel into his room so he could get dressed. He made himself a bagel, spread it with peanutbutter, collected his stuff, and left for work.

Val read on the bus - his current commuting book was Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, which he wasn’t sure he liked - and hoped briefly that his dream wouldn’t show on his face when he first saw Aidan to wish him a good morning and rub in the fact that Aidan hated mornings and Val did not. He was fairly sure Aidan wouldn’t care that he’d not only been in Val’s sex dream but had also been Val’s morning masturbation fantasy, but still, it was a weird thing to have to talk about in the morning, should the occasion arise.

The occasion did not arise, mostly because Val beat Aidan to the office and was immediately accosted by first Greg and then Catherine, both of whom unloaded a tremendous amount of work on him. They graciously allowed him about fifteen minutes to check his email and make sure there were no emergencies he needed to know about, and then they made him find Chad for help, and Val didn’t even see Aidan until he took a pee break around ten-thirty.

“Did you just get in?” Aidan asked in disbelief.

“I’ve been in the library,” Val said. “Good morning!” He grinned the perky morning-person grin he reserved for other perky morning people and anyone he wanted to annoy first thing.

Aidan snorted an amused snort. “Morning,” he said. “You didn’t take any chili home last night.”

“Did you want me to?”

“Did you miss the whole conversation yesterday at lunch where I said it was taking over the freezer? I’ll bring you a container tomorrow, never fear. This is the chili that never ends; it just goes on and on, my friend.” His phone rang.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to - “ Val cut himself off as Aidan answered the phone and indicated that Val should just wait a second and then they’d get back to their conversation. Val waited while Aidan listened to whoever was on the phone, told them that Mr DeSoto was out and did they want his voice mail, and hung up.

“Someday I’ll have a job that doesn’t consist of me telling people ‘He’s not in, do you want his voice mail?’” he sighed. “Were you about to tell me you won’t be able to meet me for lunch?”

“Yeah. I think it’s going to be one of those weeks.”

“That sucks.” Aidan made a sympathetic face. “If you need to bitch, you know who to call.”

“Chad?” Val grinned. Aidan rolled his eyes.

“Wait until I tell him about Theo.”

“You’re very funny. I have to get back to work. If Catherine comes by looking for me, tell her I ran off to Mexico.”

“Will do. Mexico, beach, umbrella drinks, hot cabana boys.”

“You don’t have to be that elaborate.” Aidan’s phone rang again. “That’s my cue. Later.”

Aidan waved him off. Val went to the men’s room and then back to the library to find Chad sprawled across the table texting someone.

“Slack-ass,” Val said. “Get off the table.”

”It was an important text,” Chad told him unrepentantly. He slid off the table, though, and plopped into a chair. “Why are we doing this here? Can’t we do it at a desk where there are people?”

“Ask Catherine. I don’t know.”

“I need a coffee break. There’s a new girl in Corporate I haven’t introduced myself to yet.”

“Is her name Lena?”

“How do you know her?” Chad looked honestly surprised. Val resisted the urge to laugh at him. Chad thought of himself as a ladies’ man but sometimes someone else got to the ladies first.

“If it’s the girl I’m thinking of, she took over the front desk yesterday so Maggie could have lunch. She’s cute. She’s not blonde, though.”

“They’re not all blonde,” Chad protested.

“Don’t be gone too long,” Val said. “I’m not doing all this stuff myself.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll do my part.”

Chad got up and strolled out of the library, and Val rearranged his notes and the stack of paper he was accumulating and got back to work.

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total words: 12,272

note: jonas is stella's older brother. he's not actually an interior designer, nor does he hunt.