Glad You Came
Tremors: The Subtext tag #5
by Setcheti
Rating: FRAO:SLEX
Spoilers: tag for “Shriek and Destroy” (which, as shown in my
area, was the season finale)
Disclaimer: I don’t own
Tremors, because if I did the series would STILL BE ON THE AIR.
Burt glanced sideways, then his jaw tightened
as he returned his attention to the road.
It was going to be a long drive to Juniper, at this rate. “There was a reason you weren’t coming – and
I’m not talking about the toothbrush.”
“Yep.” Tyler
settled back in his seat and adjusted his hat.
“But we can handle it, we’re professionals. And you need the money.”
“True – and you need your night tour permit back.” Burt sighed.
“But did you have to wear that
shirt? You know how I feel about that
shirt.”
Tyler grinned,
stroking a hand over the light blue fabric.
“Well, I can change it before we get to town. Of course, that would mean we’d have to stop
someplace along the road…”
The older man forced a scowl.
“Now that is exactly why you
weren’t supposed to come! Need I remind
you that we’re on government time here?
If we’re going to complain about government waste then it behooves us
not to be part of the problem.”
“I see what you mean, yeah – have to practice what we preach.” Tyler
thought for a minute and then grinned again.
“Hmm, but by that argument we’re wastin’ the
taxpayers’ hard-earned money right now, with me just sittin’
here not doin’ anything.”
Burt snorted. “Not much you can
do in a jeep other than drive it – and only one of us can drive at a time.”
“Oh no, I can see somethin’ else that needs
attention.” Tyler’s
hand slid across his lover’s thigh, fingers shaping the growing bulge under the
khaki fabric. “You really do like this
shirt, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” Burt hissed through clenched teeth. “Just what is it you think you’re…oh.” He gasped as Tyler’s
hand slipped inside his fly, fingers searching and finding the source of the
bulge and caressing it before freeing it from the constricting cloth for easier
access. “Oh…my.”
“No, mine,” Tyler corrected, giving
the exposed organ a proprietary squeeze that made his lover gasp again. He ran his thumb across the weeping tip, and
then again, and arched an eyebrow at Burt.
“Can you drive while I do this or should we pull over for a pit stop?”
“I’ll look for an appropriate spot.”
The older man’s voice was strangled, his hands clenched on the steering
wheel. “Although I have no doubt I
could…”
“I have no doubt you could either,” his lover assured him
sincerely. “But safety
first, right? Oh look, there’s a
spot, right behind that rock. Good place
for someone to pull over to…relieve themselves, don’t you think?”
Burt nodded…and then almost hit the rock instead of parking behind it
when Tyler’s mouth
engulfed his erection. He groaned and
threaded his fingers into the younger man’s long hair, his other hand still
clenched around the steering wheel. The
vibration of the Jeep’s engine had never struck him as arousing before; neither
had the protective restraint of the seatbelt.
A little more suction, a gentle pressure of teeth against over-sensitive
flesh…and he came so hard he almost grayed out, only dimly aware of his lover’s
rough tongue lapping up his offering greedily.
He came back to himself as Tyler
tucked him back into his pants and tugged gently on the hair his fingers were
still tangled in to bring that sinful mouth up for a kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“Anytime.” Tyler’s
tongue wrestled with his, lost, and went passive while Burt explored the inside
of his mouth with possessive thoroughness.
The younger man let his lover push him back into his seat, moaning as
callused hands slid underneath his shirt and roughly caressed his chest and
abdomen. Burt swallowed the moans as
they turned into whimpers when his fingers found Tyler’s
nipples and began to torment them into hard, aching peaks. The younger man was starting to thrust up
against nothing, and in a burst of inspiration Burt grabbed the seatbelt and
fastened it so the strap was pinning his lover’s arms. Then he pushed up the smooth, worn fabric of
the blue shirt and replaced his fingers with his teeth; Tyler’s
nipples were very sensitive, if they’d been at home Burt knew he could make his
lover come just like this without ever moving southward.
But having Tyler
come in his pants wasn’t Burt’s goal today; after all, they had people to meet
at the end of their journey. So he let
his hands wander down and opened his lover’s well-worn jeans, freeing the prize
inside and reaching behind it to cup and squeeze Tyler’s
balls. The younger man thrust up into
his hand when he did that, and Burt responded by tightening his hold and
wiggling one finger back so he could tease his lover’s sensitive, needy
opening. The tight hole spasmed for him when he touched it, an invitation he
couldn’t accept right now but planned to take a rain check on later, and he
rimmed it a few more times with his finger and gave the tightening balls one
last grasp before shifting his hand back up to fist Tyler’s straining erection. Just holding it, running his thumb aimlessly
over the smooth, leaking head; friction wasn’t going to be necessary. Burt gave each red, swollen nipple one last
nip and a once-over with a rough tongue before pulling
the blue shirt back down. And then he went
after the hard peaks again through the material, suckling this time before he
bit, using the nap of the fabric for extra stimulation.
Tyler was
writhing by this time, begging him for more, and Burt was happy to oblige;
finishing with the overstimulated nipples, he
attacked his lover’s mouth again while at the same flexing his fingers tightly
around the smooth organ in his hand.
Tyler came
closer to passing out than Burt had when he came, which pleased his lover to no
end. The older man stripped off the blue
shirt and used it to mop up the results of his efforts, then put it in a
plastic bag and secured it under the seat.
And then he went back to kissing Tyler
and tenderly, non-arousingly stroking his chest until
he came back to earth. He released the
seatbelt when he felt those strong arms flex against the restraint and smiled
into hooded blue eyes. “Well I’m in a
much better mood now.”
“Mmm, makes two of us,” Tyler
told him, leaning forward to get another kiss.
“Figured we could both use a breather before we walk into whatever
they’ve got goin’ on up the road.”
“You figured right,” was Burt’s reply, running his fingers through Tyler’s
hair again before reluctantly pulling away.
“Glad you came, by the way.”
The younger man grinned wickedly and twisted around with a groan to
rummage in his duffel bag for another shirt.
“That one’s mutual.”
Burt chuckled and playfully cuffed him before settling back into his
own seat and adjusting himself. “That it
was, that it was.”