taxi driver

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Disclaimer: All lies... all of it.
Author : laideedai
Pairing : BB/DM
Summary : Rated R ( I think, i'm crap with these things)
Feedback : Yes Please!
A/N: Inspired by secrett plotbunny. Thankyou :D




Its 2am and I just want to go home, just keep thinking, "3 more hours, that’s all, 3 more hours"
It’s been a quiet night, quiet for a Saturday anyway which is fine by me. The less drunken idiots I have to put up with the better. There's nothing more depressing then watching other people have fun when you're at work. I want to be in bed with my wife right now. Should be a-fucking-sleep.

The radio goes off; telling me there’s a fare at a nightclub not far away from here, which means more drunken dickheads for me then. Love my job. Obviously.

So I get there pretty quickly, roll down the window; “Taxi for Boyd”
Two guys step forward, well I say step, one is dragging the other forward, opens the door and shoves him in the taxi, which makes me smile, and then sits down beside him.

I turn round, two blondish guys; they look familiar but I’m not sure where from. Maybe they’re regulars here; I do this route a lot.
“Where to mate?”

He rattles off an address, its pretty far away. I hope they don’t expect conversation; I’m not in the fucking mood.
I can hear whispering which attracts my attention; the younger guy, the one who’s drunk, has slid over the seat and is biting the other guy’s ear. The other guy looks very uncomfortable and is trying to make him stop.

I’m trying not to look, really I am but when I hear a muffled gasp coming from behind me I know I just have to look. So I stare covertly into the mirror and see the drunken guys hand on the other guys crotch, rubbing softly. The sharp sound of the zipper is amplified by the silence in the car and… ohmygod he’s working his hand inside. The other guy is biting hard on his lip, trying to muffle out his noises but small whimpers are still getting through.

I’m not even trying to pretend I’m not looking now; thank god neither of them think to look up at the mirror or I’d be in trouble. God I’m such a pervert, but c’mon, it’s such a nice view!

The drunk guy has moved back and has somehow managed to get his head down into the other guys lap, I know I should be disturbed here, or embarrassed, but all I can think about is how sore his backs gonna be when he’s finished. All I can see now is a little tuft of the guy’s hair bobbing up and down as he sucks the other guy off.

For some strange reason this makes me grin, and I think I should really be concentrating on the road. Oh hell I can’t resist it, I ask them a question,

“So its…” I reel off the address, “Yeah?”
I can see the look of panic in the guy’s face, trying to act casual, like he hasn’t got some pretty boy sucking on his dick in the back of a cab.
“Y.Y.Yeah… That’s… that’s right”
“Cheers mate…” I have the biggest grin ever on my face right now, “Hold on, we’re nearly there”
I can hear muffled giggling and the older guy looks down and gives him a look that could freeze water; then his face changes and he shoves his hand to his mouth, snippets of a yell escaping through the cracks, sweat beading at his temple.

I stop the cab, “We’re here mate. That’ll be £12”
The older guy fumbles for his wallet, clearly dishevelled, clearly distracted. “Um… Right… Yeah. Thanks.” And hands me a £20 note. As he steps out of the car he mumbles, “Keep the change mate.” I smile and say thank you, and I mean it, an £8 tip is a decent amount.

As they walk down the path I can hear the older guy say, “ I cannot fucking believe you just did that Dom.”

I strain my ears but I can’t hear the reply. Damn. Oh well. I grin to myself and pull away. That certainly livened up my night. Fuck Yeah.

Comments

[lenora-marie.livejournal.com]

Cool! Another Cab story. Nice work :)

[chimerablack.livejournal.com]

I love the fact that Billy's trying to be calm and collected during the whole thing. Thanks for making me laugh.