Hop in the car and go with me Justin just shook his head as JC went through his normal, riding in the car routine. Adjust the seatbelt. Move the air vents. Move them back. Flip through the radio stations. Bop his head with a song on the radio, then slip in a CD. Read the back of the CD as it loads, squinting his eyes because his sunglasses aren't reading glasses. Wrinkle his nose and turn up the air. Sit back in the seat and sigh. Reach over and rest his hand on Justin's leg. Smile. God, Justin loved this man. JC caught Justin smiling at him. “What?” “You realize, you do the same exact thing every time we get into a car, don’t you?” JC pondered this a bit. “So do you,” he pointed out. “I do not!” “Sure you do.” JC sat up a bit. He mimed putting on his seat belt. He adjusted a pretend review mirror. He wriggled his ass in the seat, shifting his pants a bit. He then flipped down the visor and opened the mirror, grinning broadly into it checking his teeth. Pursing his lips at his reflection, he twirled some imaginary keys and pantomimed turning on an engine. “See?” “I do not kiss my reflection!” JC laughed. “Okay, that part I made up.” It was a few days before Justin left for the UK on his first ever solo tour, and the lovers wanted to spend a few hours of together time, away from family, away from handlers, away from friends. They’d drive east to the ocean, knowing it was too late in the season for Spring Breakers and two early for Summer vacationers. Luck was with them. The beach was deserted save for a mom and two toddlers who were digging together in the sand, and an old man, playing fetch with a really ugly dog. The boys pulled blankets, towels, and a cooler from Justin’s trunk and walked over the dunes to the sand. They spread out their supplies, then raced each other to the ocean. For more than an hour, they frolicked like dolphins, skipping through he surf, splashing like children. They body surfed with the waves and floated on the swells. JC nearly chocked when a wave caught him unawares, making Justin laugh uproariously. But JC paid him back when a fish nipped at Justin’s ankle, making the younger man squeal and peal out of the water as if Bruce the Shark were after him instead of a little rockfish. After swimming, they opened the cooler, eating the sandwiches they’d packed and chugging down bottles of water. Justin frowned at JC’s pinkening skin. “Here,” he said, pulling a bottle of sunscreen out of a bag. “Turn around or you’ll burn.” JC shrugged but complied. “It’s probably already too late,” he said. “Hmm,” Justin rubbed the lotion over JC’s broad back. “I don’t want you not to be able to be on your back tonight,” he murmured, hands skimming down to sneak under the waistband of JC’s shorts. JC laughed. “If it’s too bad, I’ll just be on top,” he said, leaning back and nipping at Justin’s skin. “You know…giddy-up style.” “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, pulling JC close so the older man could feel his growing erection. “You…on top…haven’t done that in a while…ugh.” JC pulled Justin’s arms around him, staring out at the ocean. “I’m going to miss you,” he finally said. Justin leaned down to brush a kiss on JC’s ear. “Me, too, you.” He laughed. “We’ve had the worst timing lately, you know?” JC nodded. “I should have saved the UK recording until you were over there. At least then I’d have an excuse to be there at the same time.” “No,” Justin protested. “You need to finish your cd, and get it out, and get on with your own tour. We’ll figure something out.” He chucked, a low growl in his chest. “There’s always cybering.” “ So not the same.” The sun was low behind them when they packed up to leave. Justin shook off the sand from the blanket and towels, being very careful to keep it away from the inside of his car. His eyes widened as JC just flopped into the front seat, shoes on and everything. Ah, well, it was only sand. In his car. “It’ll vacuum out, J,” JC laughed, reading the expression on Justin’s face. Justin nodded, slipping inside the car. As soon as they started to drive, JC went into his routine. Adjust the seatbelt. Move the air vents. Move them back. Flip through the radio stations. Bop his head with a song on the radio, then slip in a CD. Read the back of the CD as it loads, squinting his eyes because his sunglasses aren't reading glasses. Wrinkle his nose and turn up the air. Sit back in the seat and sigh. Reach over and rest his hand on Justin's leg. Smile. Justin’s hand covered JC’s until he had to shift gears. JC’s joined Justin’s on the gearshift as they drove back home. They were quiet, content, and so very much in love. Hop in the car and go with me
You don't have to pack everything
Don't you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby
You don't have to pack everything
Don't you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby