On the Road
GAME HOES
FjordTough whats the plan
HeySailor headin up after formation 2morro
ItsYaBoi He should be here pretty late, but we are napping and driving up early in the morning. ETA is about 1400.
FjordTough perfect. And thanks again I know that this is a pretty shitty way to spend your leave
HeySailor im only up 4 a few days but its cool
HeySailor reenlisting soon so id rather see ur dumb face before I get shipped out to like japan or sumthng
MT I think you just broke his heart with that
FjordTough it was a matter of time. I was way too lucky to get him for his last 3 stations
HeySailor I could get cali then u can go 2 disney w me
DragonQueen You called?
MissJester You’re adorable <3!
DragonQueen ;3
HeySailor is every1 gon b ther
MT Lamehurst can’t be there for the first few days cuz two of them are going to Texas like losers
WhatsurPoison Darrow!
HeySailor reani!
MT then my babes are busy working and setting up internships
FjordTough they’ll be down for the final move in day and they night after. Cay and I leave right after that for Texas so
MissJester you two are either goingto break up for be married by the time you get back good god
HeySailor he aint allowed to get married w/o me there
SleevesRBS please don’t tell me he is also a pastor or something
HeySailor duc no
MT quack
HeySailor sandbox promises
NottListening You two are losers
FjordTough we aint gonna elope I promise
HeySailor leavin now
FjordTough drive safe
SassyWitch How long of a drive it is?
ItsYaBoi A few hours. He will be here by maybe 10?
SassyWitch Not the worst but still
FjordTough we’ve had worse
FjordTough ETA here
ItsYaBoi leaving at 7, and arriving by noon or so.
DarkAngel We will have the moving truck by 11, and I think Molly and Fjord will be getting the keys by 2?
MT about that yeah so we will have the place open and ill be setting up our internet and shit
FjordTough and I’ll be able to take the first load of boxes n shit in the truck if people can take molly’s car
ItsYaBoi I can take your car for you.
GreenTea Sorry I can’t be there to help, Molly.
MT no. its cool, I get it. You’re busy saving lives and the world
MT I mean it. It just means we get to have a cooking stream here or something
GreenTea Of course. I’d love to.
NottListening They have arrived here to get a quick break and breakfast
ItsYaBoi We may be a bit behind schedule, but we couldn’t not see Luc and Yeza.
SleevesRBS it would be evil
SleevesRBS we’ve p much finished here. Luckily not much shit is in the fucking dorms but we have shit at yasha’s parents place
FjordTough what are you getting from them?
DarkAngel I had a full-sized bed growing up, so we’re taking that and my dressers. I’m here, already breaking them down and taking it to the garage.
GreenTea Bo and Gus have couch from the basement in the yard to get picked up. Toya is keeping watch.
GreenTea [Image Sent]
DragonQueen Is that your sister?! Omg she is so cute <3!
MT the almost empty nest baby
“Knock, knock.”
Bryce looked inside the room that was now little more than a tower of boxes. Fjord stood in the kitchenette with the last set of dishes. He turned and smiled. He carefully finished putting the loose items away. The blond with their hair now pulled back and face flushed and reddish from the sun and humidity outside. They were in a loose-fitting shirt and basketball shorts. Darrow walked in behind them with a bag of beverages and small snacked. He looked sheepish with his hair now grown out on top and sticking at a strange angle from where his head had been resting against the window in sleep. His smile stretched at seeing his friend again.
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” Darrow replied with a smirk. “Here I was expecting some sweet talk and romance.”
“I packed my candles.”
Fjord turned and walked around the boxes on the floor. He pulled the other man into a hug with their hands slapped on the other’s back. Molly came up the stairs and poked his head into the apartment next. His mohawk had grown out as well and was enough to get pulled back and braided back. He held up the keys and jingled them. Bryce turned and caught the keys that had been lobbed in their direction with one hand as they pulled Molly into a side hug with the other. Molly tried to dodge out of the hug with a laugh and finally pushed the other off.
“You are gross, what the fuck?”
“It’s humid as fuck down south,” Darrow answered as he released Fjord from the embrace and crossed for Molly.
“Oh great, you brought the swamp ass, oh god put me down!”
Darrow picked Molly off the ground and gave him a slight shake and twirl in place. He put the smaller man down and smiled brightly.
“Well, lets put those scrawny arms to work, yeah? Start with the furniture at the houses.”
“Beau and Yasha will meet out front of the Clay house and you can follow them. The UHaul is there.” Fjord picked up the last box and sealed it, then put it down. “We’ll load this up in my truck and head over separate to the apartments.”
“You got it, big man.” Darrow turned to leave, then stopped and handed the bag over. “Fuck, right. Nott said drink fucking water or something.”
DM: ItsYaBoi and SleevesRBS
ItsYaBoi Hey, on the way now.
SleevesRBS Excellent. Dark up the street
SleevesRBS fuck park*
ItsYaBoi You got it. I have drinks from Nott.
SleevesRBS She is such a mom
“What is up hoes,” Beau called form where she was aggressively manspreading on the couch in question with sunglasses that had to belong to Toya, as they were to small for her face and sparkly pink.
“You are a terrible influence on the youth,” Bryce replied as they got out of the car and shut the door. “Where is the adult.”
“She’s inside. She and Gus are fighting the bed down.”
“I told them to throw it out the window.”
Toya smiled up at them from where she sat on the ground with a book in her hands. From inside, the elegantly long string of swears rippled through the air. Darrow and Bryce looked at the house with the eyes furrowed. Toya and Beau seemed to not notice as a bang followed. A few more swears. Then the door opened. Yasha and Gus emerged slowly with the long sides of the bed. They walked backwards down the stairs carefully and toward truck’s open door. Gus nodded at them as he went with flushed cheeks. Darrow headed to the door and found that the mattress was resting at the top of the stairs.
With Bryce’s help, the bed, dresser, and couch were moved into the truck. Bryce and Darrow took the truck to Yasha’s parent’s place to pick up her furniture, following the two cars fully packed with most of their stuff in boxes and clothing in trash bags. After four hours of collecting the different items, they met up with Fjord and Molly at the apartment. They had barely opened the apartment up and Molly was sitting on the floor crossed-legged and yelling at his phone while transferring the internet. The rooms had been chosen ahead of time.
DM: SleevesRBS and Widogast
SleevesRBS [Image Sent]
SleevesRBS [Image Sent]
Widogast STOP SENDING ME SHIRTLESS PICTURS OF HIM WHILE I’M AT WORK
SleevesRBS no
DM: Dynamis, SassyWitch, and SleevesRBS
SleevesRBS [Image Sent]
Dynamis Thank-you, Beau
SassyWitch you angel
SleevesRBS at least someone appreciates me
Fjord (11:02pm): [Image Sent]
Fjord (11:03pm): finally done
Cay (11:05pm): I think I like this new room if it means more pictures like that.
Cay (11:07pm): I should be there by noon to help set things up as I am sure you are all still living out of boxes.
Fjord (11:08pm): Yeah, pretty much
Fjord (11:08pm): I am going to pass out soon so I will see you tomorrow.
Fjord (11:09pm): Make sure you pack everything as we can’t turn around half way there.
Cay (11:10pm): I will.
“There he is. The man of the hour.”
“Am I?”
Caleb’s brows furrowed in confusion as he walked through the door. The mess of red hair was pulled up and off his neck. His cheeks were tinged red from the sun as Molly’s was the day before. Rather than get a response, he was pulled into a strong embrace by Darrow. He coughed twice more as he was patted hard.
“We have to fight for your love, now.” Caleb blinked owlishly. “Fjord and me. A battle I needed to get leave for.”
“Oh, for the love of god,” Fjord groaned and thew a bundle of the wrapping paper at his best friend.
“Where is everyone else?”
“The other two are getting some parking. Wulf is working again as he was camping last week. If he is not too tired, he may drive down. But no promises.”
“Beau, have you heard from Cali and Reani?”
“Yeah, both are working, but can make it tonight.” Beau was looking at her phone and smirked. “Bryce, can you help me take the boxes out so we can pretend to have a place to sit?”
As the pair left, Beau tossed her phone onto Yasha’s lap. The door shut and Yasha saw that the message she had seen was from someone else stating he had the chairs they had seen on craigslist in the back of Fjord’s truck, and they were on the way back. They, being Molly and Gunther. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Molly was walking through sideways with two dining room chairs that vaguely matched the table they were getting through Fjord’s family in just over a week. Gunther waddled in behind with two more in his arms. While Fjord was heading home to pack his own stuff which included the coffee table that would fill much of the empty room and the bed and frame. Caleb and Fjord were sleeping on the pullout couch for the night, as neither wanted to sleep on the floor as Fjord had done the night before.
Prast made his rounds with silent head nods before handing out chairs. Yasha had returned to her room to put away clothing. Essek and Astrid had come in and started working on Molly’s room, where the man had disappeared. Room was slowly filling out again as Bryce and Beau returned. They were complaining their Beau as they walked in, only to catch sight of their newest arrival and walk into the door frame. Where Caleb jerked to stand and check if they were okay, Beau, Darrow, and Fjord all snorted with laughter. Gunther, to his credit only stood with the one remining chair held limply in his hand. The other awkwardly waved.
Prast (2:54pm): youre a prick palo
Palomares (2:57pm): I’m aware
It seemed that the “epic battle” for Caleb’s hand in marriage was less of a dual to the death but something that was more of a nightmare for one and a delight to the other. And it was exactly what Yasha had asked for a few weeks before in group chat. Fjord was awkward with public performances, and singing was no different. Darrow, however, seemed to have abandoned the sensation of shame when it came to entertainment and a good time. Caleb had been promised he did not have to take place as he was not comfortable even listening to the half-drunk people caterwauling into the night old classics that no one actually enjoyed anymore. What he did know was that apparently both Molly and Yasha were good singers.
They got to the bar and Caleb immediately cringed. Someone was inside singing a Journey song and had been clearly drinking too much. Molly immediately started laughing. They poured into the location and immediately ordered two pitches of beer, one of cider, and a water for Cad. They took up three of the high tops at the back of the bar with Astrid standing between Molly’s legs and Yasha holding Beau’s waist. They were content to watch and listen for a while as they waited for Reani and Cali to arrive. When they did, Astrid had her phone ready to catch the moment when Reani noticed the friend she had been talking to for months without meeting. The woman’s head turned fast enough to unseat some of the hair form her messy bun before she ran toward their table and jumped up at Darrow. The sailor caught her easily and squeezed.
“A warning next time!” Cali was blushing as she caught up with her hand covering her face.
With the group now gathered, the singing began. Caleb watched as Yasha and Molly sang together as Cad whispered in his ear that the pair had been leads in their high school shows together. Darrow sang one song and was surprisingly well, as well. He had a playfulness that made the actual singing less of the important aspect of it. Cali sang while holding Molly’s hand in a death grip for moral support. As more and more people went up from the group, it was more and more obvious that Fjord was avoiding it.
He hid by playing darts in a corner and getting rounds for people. Before he was forced to go up and sing, he had pulled Caleb outside and away from the teasing and jeers. His hands were sweatier for a different reason now. They stopped around the corner of the building with the smoke pit not too far away. Caleb looked around confused as neither were drunk enough to have make outs behind a building. His boyfriend’s brows were furrowed in confusion, but he was patient as he pouted. It tugged at Fjord’s heart for a bit and made him smile.
“I know we’re…” he coughed. “We’re heading to meet my family and I know you’re concerned. But I wanted to… maybe this is dumb. Give you something that you can think of and hold if you get worried. It’s not… something crazy but it’s something that has meant a lot to me for a long time.”
“Okay?” Caleb just continued to blink up at him.
Fjord opened his mouth to talk again but closed it and sighed. He dug into his pocket and fished out a small, beaded chain with two items dangled off. He pulled it out and held it out between them for Caleb to take or not. The other man moved to grab, waited, then took it gently in his fingers. His thumb rubbed over the metal surface that had long since lost the shine with the embossing rubbing off. But the one in his hand was the significant one with a now blunted rip through it and a tint of red that was known easily. The blue eyes watched there, then flicked up at him.
“That’s my first set. I had it with me through that deployment.” Fjord coughed and closed his eyes. “I’ve kept it even though I got a new set, but I want you to hold onto them.”
His eyes were still closed as he was concerned of the response, so it was a surprise as he was pulled down into a soft kiss followed by another one. Caleb’s fingers softly stroked the short hairs at the back of Fjord’s neck lovingly. Another clink of metal told him the dog tags were now on his boyfriend. He sighed into the kiss and opened his eyes. There was a tension there that was difficult to manage. He was unsure what to say next. But it seemed Caleb had, in fact, been hanging out with Molly too much.
“So, you have your old uniform there, right?” Fjord hummed in confusion and watched a smirk grow. “That could be hot.”
“You’re a menace.”
GAME HOES
FjordTough And we’re off. Caleb is driving the first part.
FjordTough We’re listening to some weird British podcast
NottListening please stop messaging it’s 7 in the morning
NottListening but first which one?
FjordTough No such thing as a fish?
FjordTough okay maybe this is fucking funny
They were a long into Connecticut on the way down before they stopped to get food and a stretch of the legs. It was the same rest stop that the pair had discussed a few times as people who had driving to New York multiple times. Fjord made his first post on social media of them and smiled at how the chain poked out of Caleb’s shirt and glinted in one of the photos. As they ate, he did short AMA on Instagram live to fill in the blank of no stream for a week longer than everyone else. One was about the trip and meeting the family. Others were about games and what he was excited to play in the future. It was nice and peaceful. Even if Molly snuck in multiple times just to ask a lot of more inappropriate questions.
Their first stop was in Roanoke after almost twelve hours of driving with stops along the way in New York and the edge of Pennsylvania and Virginia. They stopped in a hotel as Caleb refused to sleep on the side of the road despite Fjord promising him it would work out just fine. And they opted to geta room with two beds and only have one person go in before they drew any unwanted attention. They had picked up food along the way and slept hard. Caleb called his parents from the room and checked in while Fjord did the same with his Tio. In the morning, they were up at six with halfway decent gas station coffee in hand and Fjord behind the wheel.
GAME HOES
SleevesRBS update
MrPalomares2 A lot of trees. We’re still in Tennessee.
MrPalomares2 I think we’re almost in Georgia.
MrPalomares2 Alabama*
SassyWitch How is it?
MrPalomares2 Insanely humid. If this I what Fjord was used to, no wonder he hates the cold.
NottListening Where are you staying tonight?
MrPalomares2 Mississippi.
MT That sucks
MrPalomares2 We haven’t had a problem yet.
It was going smoothly because he had done well to acknowledge and listen to Fjord. They had stopped a few times in Alabama and then Mississippi as Caleb was informed it was criminal not to stop for each state’s style of fried food and barbeque. The man mostly noted his boyfriend’s unhealthy addiction to sweet tea and was almost horrified at how much of it he drank in the two locations they had stopped at. He was, however, no better once he started eating hush puppies. What he did note was the theory of Southern hospitality was a true statement in these smaller places. Ones where the tables were little more than fancier fold-ups and covered in a worn cloth. And Fjord was friendly with the staff each time, an easy smile on his face and kind eyes to the workers. It made Caleb nervous and uncomfortable with how many people seemed willing to talk to this total stranger but enchanted all over again by the fact that this kindness and friendliness was what had drawn Caleb in to begin with.
They stopped over in Jackson, that night after almost fourteen hours of driving. He and Caleb had taken more turns in the trip and taking pictures along the way. Caleb had uploaded a few to his social media while Fjord did a number of smaller videos of their trip of his boyfriend mouthing along to a song they were playing on the radio. They took a break from the podcast halfway through Tennessee and had moved on to Fjord’s Spotify. Now, in the hotel, they were tired and curled up into one of the full-size beds that were rented to them.
He figured he would be too tired for this, but with Caleb pressed against him in only his briefs and their ankles entwined, Fjord realized that was not so. He could feel the way Caleb’s chest rose and fell with his breathing. It was as if he was sleeping until he felt the way his hips pressed back against him in a slow roll. Fjord gripped Caleb’s hips instinctively and responded with his own soft movement. A soft hum confirmed that Caleb was, in fact, awake. The man ran his nose along the hinge of Caleb’s jaw and breathed slowly against his skin. Caleb hissed in response and pushed his hips back once more and shifted his weight enough to grind slowly. Fjord rumbled in the back of his throat in appreciation.
“You’re being a tease,” Caleb accused. Fjord chuckled.
“No, I’m not.” He mouthed along Caleb’s neck slowly. “We have a shorter drive tomorrow.”
“Do we now?”
“I think we deserve to sleep in a little longer than today. I’m not even expected at my house until the day after tomorrow.”
Caleb rolled him Fjord’s embrace for that and looked at his boyfriend in the dark. They watched each other for a moment that stretched, then Caleb was sitting up and reaching over the man to grab the remote control. The television was turned on to one of the standard channels without paying attention to what was on. It had become standard living with another person to put something on as filler so even if Molly knew what was going on, he was not listening to them. While they had no issue with silence, it felt safer to have that audio barrier. Once the remote was replaced, Fjord Pulled Caleb against him and pressed a kiss to his jaw. Caleb positioned himself over his boyfriend so the friction he wanted was harder to obtain and deepened the kiss. Fjord gripped at his arm and hip again almost like he was unsure if he liked the desperation or wanted the sensation.
“Are you going to behave for me tonight,” Caleb whispered with his accent already thick. Fjord only nodded and tried to capture his lips again. “Do you have anything for us?”
“Backpack,” he whined out.
Caleb had to slap away Fjord’s grip to get what he needed. The instant he was sitting on the bed, Fjord tried to roll toward him again.
“Lay back down,” Caleb told him sharply. “I know you’ve wanted this for a while, Lieb, but I need you to be quite for me.”
Fjord nodded and laid back down. Caleb slicked up his fingers and laid back between Fjord’s legs. He slowly pushed a finger into himself and took Fjord in his mouth. A hiss sounded from above and he grinned. Thanks to the rarity of nights spent together, Caleb had not done this as much as he wanted to. His boyfriend had been concerned at his own size when they started, and rightfully so. And while he had practice at taking him in other ways, Caleb wanted to get the experience needed on the real thing. He licked up the shaft slowly and pulled back down, exposing his tip through the foreskin. His tongue danced lightly along the slit and around the small opening. Fjord’s hands were gripping the sheets with white knuckles now and legs tense beside him. But he was being as silent as one could be with ragged breath. Taking pity on him, Caleb slowly began to bob up and down with his cheeks sucked in and hand sliding up and down at the same pace.
He pushed a second finger in and slowly begin to open himself more. It was easier now than it had been a few months before, but no less enjoyable. He moaned around Fjord’s erection and felt it jerk against his tongue as a taste of pre dribbled out. He quickly licked it off and looked up Fjord’s body at him with a grin.
“You’re the devil, I swear,” Fjord whispered, then hissed again as Caleb continued.
His third finger was quickly added as he continued to move at a slow pace. He sacrificed his hand. Which was now sore from being at an awkward angle, to take him in deeper, instead. Fjord began to groan more with deep rumbled. Caleb could see the way his abdominal muscles were clenching.
“Caleb,” he groaned out finally. “Caleb, please.”
“Please what,” Caleb asked in return once he pulled off.
“Cay.”
“Ask, Lieb.”
Fjord groaned again as Caleb shifted his weight and angle. His lips and tongue danced across Fjord’s sack and dipped lower with a tease of more. A string of Spanish escaped in a harsher shudder.
“Please, baby. I need you. Let me watch you. Anything. Please.”
Caleb smirked and removed his fingers from his body and reached for the abandoned condom wrapper and lubricant. He rolled the condom on Fjord’s erection and slicked Fjord up while his boyfriend watched with a face that made his look like he had found his deity. The redhead lined them up and slowly sank down. He gasped when Fjord pushed through initially.
“Can I touch you,” Fjord asked weakly.
“Ja. But not to speed me up.”
“Oh, fuck. Please baby. Please.”
It was slow. Partially out of necessity but also for that enjoyment. The feel of how full he was with Fjord slowly pushing in deeper. He had never been one for hard or aggressive sex, which made any of it with his boyfriend that much better. But he liked this slow and careful pace. And he liked that Fjord was more than happy to hold on and let him take over. Once he was seated fully, Fjord groaned again.
“The lights.” Caleb was quiet for a moment and almost shy. “Please. I want to watch.”
It was hard to say no to that. He nodded and Fjord’s hand flew haphazardly to the side and hit three items on the table before his finger found the switch and the small reading light flicked on and filled the room with a yellowish-white light. The hand then ran slowly up Caleb’s front and back down almost reverently. That was when he started to move. It was small circles at first with his hips rather than up and down. Caleb kept him in as deep as he could and just reveled at the sensation. The hand on his hip kept tightening and loosening the grip .
Caleb placed his hands on Fjord’s shoulders and instinctively his boyfriend tensed the arm that had been stroking his chest to take some of the weight. Caleb Rose up until Fjord was mostly out and slammed himself back down, earning a deep grown from both of them. He rode Fjord at the same slow pace he had done everything. Fjord laid there with his words whispered softly through clenched teeth. For all the pleases for more or for him to speed up, Caleb continued at the same pace and focused on the way it felt to have him drag slowly and press hard against his prostate.
“Bend your knees,” Caleb commanded.
Fjord complied immediately and Caleb seated himself fully again. With the better leverage, he began to grind down and rotate his hips in place. Fjord growled and his hand gripped with almost bruising strength.
“Like that, Fjord?” Fjord nodded and Caleb smirked down at him “Do you like me using you like this? Practically a toy right now.”
Again, Fjord nodded and sighed out something in Spanish Caleb did not understand. But he knew the sentiment behind it. It sounded much like what Caleb himself has said before. He kept at the motioned for a moment longer, then pushed the hand holding him up. Caleb dropped to his elbows with back arched to keep himself seated and slowly kissed along Fjord’ s collarbone into the junction on his neck. Fjord began to plead more as he begged for more, so Caleb licked a spot and bit down on the skin hard enough to leave small indents but no more than that. He had never bit Fjord more than on the lip and was shocked when the deeper, long groan came out and Caleb felt him cum hard inside of him.
Caleb adjusted his position once more with his forearm braced over Fjord’s chest. His other hand gripped the throbbing, forgotten erection that had been teased between their bodies. His hips began to rotate again as Fjord’s still hard cock pressed in just the right spot as he came down from the orgasm. Caleb followed soon after with his cum spilling across Fjord’s chest and neck.
“What the fuck is on,” Fjord asked once he was more awake.
“Some cryptid show.”
Caleb had gotten up to fetch one of their waters from the mini fridge and handed it over. They had stepped into the shower shortly after and were now laying in the previously unused bed with the same channel on as before. Fjord was watching it with a bemused look on his face.
“I don’t know how I feel about being ridden while listening to the Hoboken Monkey Man.”
“That is more than fair.”
He had been too tired to notice the welling panic in his chest. But as he watched the signed saying “Texas” appear with more frequency, he felt it swell. Fjord looked over at Caleb and took hold of his hand and rubbed gently. It was almost time.