Nothing much happened in the gas station besides Al asking the cashier if they had extra large condoms. And then pointing to me and saying "You wouldn't even imagine how tight it gets with him being that big!" And then of course my head fell off because it breached the red zone on how much someone could possibly blush.
Back in the car, Al fell asleep. The thought of going to the cops hadn't even occurred to me for the last few hours. They would definitely think I was in on it too, and even if they didn't, I was going to be fired from work for not showing up. And once we went to enough banks, Al's boyfriend would get the operation, and then Al would probably leave me on the side of the road, stealing my car and never see me again. And I was fine with that because I wasn't jealous of his boyfriend at all.
The only reason my heart started beating faster when we went around a corner and his head fell on my shoulder was because... Alright, I have no excuse for that one. He just looked so innocent and not criminal-like when he was like this that it was hard not to be affected. Of course, at this point he wasn't the only criminal in the car.
"Al, we're at another bank." I said, shaking him awake. He looked up at me, eyes half closed and looking sexy... I didn't just think that. How could I think a bank robber looked sexy? Well, it's his fault. Criminals are supposed to look ugly so things like this don't happen.
"Thanks." He mumbled, getting more money out. You know, even if he was a criminal, he was nice. And sweet, doing all this for his boyfriend. He wasn't a bad guy, just in bad circumstances. Wait... did this mean I liked him? It wasn't just the fact that he was hot, either.
He came back into the car after a few minutes, and looked into the bag. "Well, looks like it's almost gone. One more bank should do it." He said, nodding. Well, hopefully he would keep enough of the money for us to get to Mexico, or whatever he was planning for a getaway. Because after all this, I would need to leave too. Maybe eventually call Papa and tell him that I was alright. Of course, by now he thought I was a bank robber too, so that might not be too good.
"You know, I'm tired of sleeping in the car." Al said, taking out some money. "So after the next bank, we should get a hotel room. That would be nice, sleeping in a comfy bed." We had been using some of the money all along, because if I used my card they could trace it and stuff, but it hadn't been that much money so far. The fact that he was willing to spend some on a hotel was nice.
Of course, my cheeks started going red when I started thinking that we would be sleeping in the same room, possibly even in the same bed. But of course Al had a boyfriend, so he wouldn't do anything... right? "Hotel room? That will be nice." I said, nervously.
He just smiled and looked at me. Why did he always know what to do to make me squirm in my seat?
About an hour later, we got to the next and last bank. Now I was really wondering what was going to happen after this, because it didn't look like there was much money left in that bag. Certainly not enough to get all the way to Mexico.
Al picked a small hotel on the side of the highway. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't a dump, either. I waited while he got the room, blushing when the attendant obviously thought we were a couple. But we weren't, and could never be. Not when one of us already had a boyfriend that he was willing to rob a bank for.
"Very nice. Don't you agree?" Al asked, looking around the room. I got in and also looked around, and almost choked on my spit. There was only one bed! Sure, it was a big bed, but still!
"I-I'll take the couch." I said, hating that I stuttered. Maybe it was even a pullout couch, so I would have kind of my own bed.
"Don't be silly. We can share the bed." Al said, putting down the bag that used to be filled with money.
Oh god, we were going to share a bed. Sure, we had been sleeping in the same car for two nights, but still, he was in the back, and I was in the front. It was totally different from sleeping in the same bed! What if he found out that I kind of liked him? Well, more than kind of. He could turn me in to the police and I would be in jail for the rest of my life, and might get the death penalty! That wouldn't be good! It would be very, very bad!
Al sat on the bed -our bed- and pulled down the covers. "You coming?" He asked with a tilt of his head. How could I not do what he asked, when he looked at me like that? So I scooted in next to him, feeling a little weird since I was still in jeans. But I didn't have PJ's, and I certainly wasn't about to sleep nude.
He leaned on his hands, bringing his face closer. "So... now that we aren't cooped up in that car, do you want to do something?" He couldn't mean that. He just couldn't mean what I thought he meant, because he had a boyfriend. So he wouldn't want to do that, even if he had kissed me a bunch already.
"Um... sleep?" I asked, hopeful that that was the right answer.
"Are you sure? Wouldn't you want to do something more fun?" He moved his hand and put it on my leg, moving it up. I gasped, not sure what was going on. Now this, I couldn't be misinterpreting, right? He was touching my leg! And his hand was still moving up, and his eyes were boring holes in me and he brushed my-
I gave a small moan, not even noticing as I did so. Then I covered my mouth, unable to believe the sound I just made. His smirk grew wider, while his finger once again brushed my growing bulge. "Because it looks like you would want to do something other than sleeping." He leaned even closer, going for my ear and licking it. I had never before realized how orgasmic that could feel.
"N-no..." I muttered, unable to say anything else. I fell back against the headboard, unconsciously giving Al more room to touch me. I gave another moan as his fingers started to work on my fly. "Why?" Why was he doing this? Was he just sexually frustrated because his boyfriend was in the hospital?
Al gave a small laugh as he got my pants undone. I could have pushed him away, but to tell the truth I didn't want to. It all just felt so good, and he was just so seductive. I swallowed, trying to say something, but nothing came to mind.
Oh god, he got my pants undone all the way and was now pulling them down, looking me in the eye. Then suddenly he was closer, and kissing me. But this time, he went farther, and actually slipped his tongue in when I gasped. I started moving my tongue, too, showing him that I was in part all right with this. If he wanted to use me as a replacement for his boyfriend, I guess that was ok.
Once my pants were off, he ran his finger over my member. It felt so good, I couldn't pull away. "Ahhh, Al..." I mumbled against his mouth. My hand went unconsciously up to grab onto his shirt, bringing him closer. This was so wrong, I shouldn't do it... Oh god, he took off my underwear.
I figured I had to say or do something, so I tugged on his shirt. "Y... you too..." He gave a laugh and pulled away slightly, taking his shirt off and over to lay on the floor. His glasses had gone askew, so he just took them off as well.
"Happy?" He asked, pressing my hand to his chest. It was so nice, perfectly tanned and defined. I was no match for him at this point, because there was no way I could stop. It was all because he made me a criminal!
I gave a small nod, because really I was happy. There was still the fact that he was a taken man, but it wasn't like he had a ring or had told me anything about it. And now that I was a criminal, it didn't really matter much if I slept with a man who already had a boyfriend.
He kissed me again, hand slipping under my shirt to slowly pull it up. I was about to be completely naked, and I didn't seem to mind! My first ever sexual experience was with a man, who was a criminal, and who had a boyfriend. And here I was, totally ready to die a virgin. We pulled away so he could lift my shirt off, and then he started kissing down my chest. Didn't he know I didn't have boobs? But then he started sucking on my nipple, and I couldn't help myself. I gave a loud moan at the strange feeling.
Letting go, he looked back up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. "You are so beautiful." He mumbled, trailing a hand down my stomach. I was happy that he said that, but at the same time didn't think I really deserved it.
Al quickly got off the bed, taking off his jeans and underwear at the same time. I didn't realize I was staring at him until he lifted an eyebrow. But he was so nicely built! His abs blended perfectly with the small curl of hair that sheltered his perfect cock, which was currently defying gravity.
Kneeling back on the bed, Al leaned in closer. "Hey Mattie, do you wanna have sex?" How could he look so calm after asking such a question?
I bit my lip, not wanting to seem too eager. "Y-yes." I muttered, looking down at the bed. Why did I have to stutter? It was so embarrassing! Well, not as embarrassing as being totally naked in the same bed as him, but still embarrassing.
He smiled even more, kissing me again. I was leaning up against the headboard, sort of half sitting, half laying down. I was surprised when I felt Al's hand on my inner thigh, moving my legs apart. Oh God, this was really going to happen! I knew how men had sex (I wasn't that sheltered) but I had never thought I would be experiencing it first person. And there was no doubt in my mind that I would be bottom, especially when Al went in between my legs, tipping my head back a little so we could kiss deeper.
Pulling back slightly, I gasped when my cock was touched with his practised hand. The thought of how that hand had gotten practised made me almost want to stop, but this was the first time I had ever been touched by someone! My body just wouldn't listen to me! My member certainly didn't care if this meant Al was cheating on his boyfriend who he had gone to great lengths to save, or how Al pretty much made me a criminal. After all, we would be on the run from now on, right? So really, he probably wouldn't see his boyfriend... God, how could I think like that?
He laughed when I shuddered from his touch. "D-don't be mean..." I said pathetically.
Laughing again, Al started kissing my neck. Then suddenly he got up, going to one of the drawers. "Man, I hope they have like hand lotion or something we can use." I think my blush might have gotten even darker, if that was at all possible. It made sense that we would need something... I mean I obviously wasn't a girl.
Giving a cry of delight, Al held up a bottle of moisturizer. "This will be perfect!" He squirted some out and got back on the bed. "Ready?" He asked, hardly giving me any time.
I felt his hand at my butt, and I had to look away, because I was too embarrassed. "Kiss me, pl-please?" I asked, and gasped as I felt Al's finger slip past my muscles, and he lent down to kiss me deeply. This was so sinful, but it felt so good! Because of the pleasure, I let my mind forget all about how we were running from the law and how the guy I was doing this with was already taken.
Giving an embarrassing moan, I pulled away and covered my mouth with my arm, biting it to stop the sounds. Man, why did his finger up my hole feel so good?
Al smiled, kissing my arm. "Why are you doing that? I like it when you make sounds. It makes me happy." And he added another finger, stretching me more. Now there was a bit of a burn, but I wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"Because i-it's embarrassing!" I said, not even caring anymore how much I was stuttering.
Leaning down, Al started kissing my cheek, and moved up to my forehead and just started kissing me wherever. "How about I show you something embarrassing? Would that make you feel better?" I gave a pathetic nod, and felt him grab my hand and bring it down to his groin. "See? Feel how hard I am for you."
I grabbed onto his cock, eyes going wide. That was supposed to fit inside me? How could that be possible? I moved my hand down to the base, feeling just how long it was. It was then that I heard a small moan and looked up to see Al smiling.
"It feels good when you do that." He said, and it was only then that I realized what I had just been doing.
Pulling my hand away, I tried not to look in his eyes. "Sorry about that, I wasn't thinking..." And it was then that I felt an amazing burst of pleasure coming from where his fingers were moving in and out of me. My head fell back as I gave a loud moan. "MMnmn, do that again!" I said without even thinking. God, why was everything so embarrassing?
Grinning, Al added another finger and touched me there more. But I shook my head, biting my lip. "No, g-god, I need you now." I whimpered, fisting the sheets.
"Ok. Tell me if it's too painful." Al too out his fingers, so I readied myself for what was about to happen. It was a second before I felt something bigger pushing against me, before it entered. It felt so good! The edge of pain only helped the feeling. Did that mean I was masochistic?
"Allllllll..." I moaned out, feeling him go even deeper. He smiled, starting to suck lightly onto my nipple. God, that shouldn't feel as good as it did!
He started thrusting, bringing me to heaven. "Just feel it, it's fine." He was whispering, still flashing that dazzling smile. I had no idea how it had gotten this far, but I was finally losing my virginity, and to an incredibly good looking man. I just couldn't stop making embarrassing sounds, almost every thrust from him sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. "Matt, lift your legs." Without asking, I did as asked, putting them high on Al's back, letting him go even deeper.
Soon, we were both climaxing, unable to take the intense pleasure we were feeling. I held desperately onto Al, trying to make myself believe that this wasn't just a dream.
"Hey, Mattie, are you alright?" He asked, obviously a bit worried he had hurt me.
Smiling, I kissed him slowly. "Better than alright." Even if I was starting to remember that this was only going to be a one night thing. Obviously we couldn't do this again, since Al already had a boyfriend. He probably just thought this was a mistake, and would pretend it had never happened when morning came around.
Waking up, covered in cum, was not the best experience of my life, but it was still better than waking up after sleeping in the car. Al was still there, which made me happy. "Hey, we should get going." I mumbled, shaking his shoulder. If we were to get to Mexico or Canada, we would have to go soon before we were captured.
He looked at me with tired eyes. "I guess." It was strange. Normally in the morning, he was excited for the day ahead. Today he seemed hesitant, like he wanted to stay in bed all day. But then he smiled, and kissed me. "Morning."
Giving a smile as well, I kissed him back. "Morning." We had a shower together, but didn't go much past kissing, considering we needed to get out before we had to pay for a second day at the motel. And soon we were back in the car, driving just like before.
"Where are we going today?" I asked, glancing at him. He had already put all the money in banks, so I wasn't sure what we were doing now. Maybe it would be good enough if we just drove to another state. After all, it wasn't like we committed a murder.
Looking up ahead, Al pointed. "Left, up there." I did as asked, not sure why he wasn't just telling me where we were going. Not that it mattered much, because he kept telling me where to turn.
"I think this road turns into a dead end. Do you want me to-" But then I noticed a building just up ahead. The large word printed in the sign made my heart beat. Police. I looked over at Al, eyes wide. "We-we can go to Canada. I was born there, so it wouldn't be difficult to get back, and I'm sure we would never be caught there." I frantically said, trying to convince him. "Or even Mexico. Or anywhere! They might not even find us if we stay here!"
Laughing, Alfred pointed once again. "Right, into there." He seemed to be ignoring my pleas. Tears started prickling at my eyes, threatening to fall. Why was he doing this! Why couldn't we just go somewhere for the rest of our lives?
But still I pulled into the police station. I put the car into park, but didn't let go of the steering wheel. "Al... I love you, please don't do this." And it seemed to be true, with what I was feeling right now. It wasn't going to jail that was worrying me anymore. It was not having a life with the man that had turned my life upside down.
He took a breath, looking at me. Then he smiled, kissing me. "I wouldn't be much of a hero if I didn't turn myself in, now would I?" And then he was gone, the car door closing.
A while later, some policemen came to get me, asking me if I would testify against Alfred F. Jones, since I was his hostage. I turned them down, but he was still convicted. And why shouldn't he? He had confessed to robing a bank, after all, and said that the money was all gone.
I went back to work soon after. It seemed they had hardly noticed me missing. I called my papa, and he said he had never believed what the police had told him, anyway.
A few times I went to visit Al in jail. He always seemed happy to see me, but when in jail, I suppose you would be happy to see anyone. He never said anything about how his boyfriend was, and I never asked.
*5 Years Later*
I wasn't even sure why I had gone the day Alfred was released. I probably shouldn't have. I mean, it wasn't like we were married or anything. His boyfriend would probably be there to pick him up.
"Hello." I heard a voice and turned around, seeing a man about my hight, with messy blond hair and green eyes, as well as a pronounced English accent. "Who are you here to pick up?" He smiled kindly at me, leaning against his car.
"Oh... Alfred, I think anyway." I mumbled. Should I even say that?
He grinned, looking at me more closely. "Really? I'm Arthur. You must be the man he is always talking about." He held out his hand, and I shook it. Oh, so this was his boyfriend. There was a pain in my chest at suddenly meeting the man Al was willing to go through five years of jail time for. "Well, if you're here, then why don't you let him stay with you?"
"W-what? But you and he... don't you want to live together?" I was so confused at this point. If Al had told him about me, shouldn't he be jealous? Or did he just not mention that?
Shaking his head, Arthur took his hand back and undid the first few buttons on his shirt. "No, I can't handle living with him. Too much stress for my heart." He showed a thin scar, indicating his operation.
Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Alfred. He smiled at Arthur. "Hey old man, no flashing my boyfriend."
Giving a sigh, Arthur shook his head. "How could I have raised such a rude boy?"
Eyes wide, I looked between them. "B-boyfriend? Raised? What are you two talking about?" I leaned close to Al, whispering, "Isn't he your boyfriend?" This didn't make sense! What was going on!
"What? God no, Arthur took care of me for my whole life. We were never in a relationship. Besides, I'm with you! You said you loved me, remember?" Al gave a big smile, pulling me closer. I tried pushing him away, still stunned.
"So you're telling me that for the past five years, I thought you were with him, when you thought we were together?" I asked, heart beating faster. So... I wasn't just a replacement? I wasn't just a convenient person to have sex with for one night?
Suddenly there were lips on mine. Then Al pulled back, holding me at arms length. "You could have asked. Anyway, I haven't had sex for five years, so either we start driving or I'm undressing you right now." I looked around us, realizing that at some time, Arthur must have left. But I still wasn't having sex in a parking lot!
"Fine, let's go." I mumbled, pulling him to my car. My life was never the same.
Sorry for the fail yaoi scene. But, like I said, it took me a long time to write this story, and that scene took the longest. Anyway, hope everyone liked it!