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lenora-marie.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 8th, 2004 09:24 pm)Title: Backseat Confessions
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, wouldn’t tell if I did ‘cause I’d want to keep them all to myself.
Summery: Our taxi driver learns a little more than she wants to from our boys.
A/N: This is a continuation of the story ”The Cab Drive”, but can be read as a stand alone. Thanks to my wonderful, quick beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chimerablack, for helping me. You’re great! And the wonderful comment about whipped cream comes directly from my sister. How she knows about it, I’ll never know.
I usually don’t like daytime driving. The tips are better at night, even if the people tend to be more rowdy. There was only one day a week I could tolerate it, and that was on Sunday. Most people didn’t need a cab on Sunday mornings. But the call I got on this particular Sunday was one of my more interesting ones.
I picked up two of my ‘regulars', Blonde and Leather (although Leather was without his coat today). I was supposed to take them to the airport, but there was no luggage. Interesting. But I knew if I kept my ears open, I’d find out why. People often treat cab drivers like waiters. They don’t really see you there except for when they need something from you. Not that people are rude, it’s just that I tend to melt into the background.
The two men climbed into my cab, sitting almost painfully apart from each other. The silence in the cab was almost oppressing. After a few moments of silence, Blonde finally sighed. “If you’re going to be mad at me for the entire ride, you could have just stayed home. I’m only picking mum up at the airport and bringing her right home.”
So that explains why there’s no luggage. And Blonde was right. It didn’t take two people to pick someone up from the airport. Especially in a cab.
“And wouldn’t that be a lovely image for your mum. That your boyfriend doesn’t even want to help pick her up.” Okay. Leather’s got a point. Maybe this is his first time meeting her.
Blonde shook his head. “It’s not like she’d think it was a slight, love. You’ve already met her, and she already loves you. Just because our relationship has changed doesn’t mean that she’s suddenly not going to like you. Besides, we’re taking a cab, not the car. She’ll have enough questions about that to last the ride home.”
Yeah, I thought to myself, but it’s really hard to face someone’s mother when you’re having sex with them in public places on a regular basis. I grinned. The boys probably had no clue I even knew them, much less knew about their activities in my backseat.
“I’m not the one who decided we could leave the car at Orlando’s and pick it up this morning,” Leather groused.
“And we should’ve had time this morning... But someone took a long time getting ready.”
I tried hard not to giggle. These two were beginning to sound like an old married couple.
Leather glared across the seat. “I was trying to recover from having to take a cold shower, Dom. I don’t really like being that cold.”
“I offered to share the shower this morning, but you weren’t interested.”
Okay, that’s a little too much information. Getting it on in my backseat at night was one thing, but hearing about the exploits they got into at home was a bit more than I really wanted to hear this early on a Sunday morning.
“I was busy. Someone forgot to change the sheets like he was supposed to.”
Blonde waited a beat and replied, “Bill, it doesn’t take that long to change sheets.”
“All right, so I’m still a bit miffed at you for last night.”
Ah, the real root of the problem. Sometimes I think maybe I should become a psychologist. I’d love to be able to delve into people’s lives. Or maybe a bartender. Then I wouldn’t have to go through years of schooling.
“What was wrong with last night? I thought you enjoyed it. I mean it certainly sounded like you enjoyed it.”
“Well, of course I liked that. Unexpected, perhaps, even for you, but enjoyable all the same.”
Anything unexpected that comes from two guys who will bring each other off in my cab must be something really unusual. My curiosity outweighed my desire to be spared of any details.
Blonde shook his head and grinned, “It really shouldn’t have been so unexpected. You were wearing a lot of leather.”
“Yea, well who knew you’d have such a leather kink?”
Leather kink? Maybe I should have been calling Blonde by the name 'Leather.' Then again, maybe that’s why I usually saw Leather in leather.
Blonde laughed and held his arm under Leather’s face. “Leather wrist cuffs, Bill.”
“Oh. Right.” Leather said faintly. “Remind me to hide anything resembling leather while your mother’s in town. I don’t think she needs to see that.”
I don’t think any mother wants to know what these two have been getting up to.
“Right. So, if it wasn’t that, then what’s got you so upset?”
“I was trying to clean the flat last night for your mother’s stay.”
“Yeah. And believe me, I appreciate it.”
“But not enough to help!”
“I helped you, Bill.”
Leather snorted, “Yeah. You helped so much that you grabbed your keys and left last night.”
“I had to make an emergency trip to the store. We were out of condoms. Someone knocked the last box in the toilet.”
I couldn’t help it! I snorted and tried covering it in a cough. Blonde looked up towards me, but Leather didn’t seem to notice as he kept talking.
“I was looking for something to clean the ceiling.”
“I don’t think toilet bowl cleaner works very well on whipped cream.”
Whipped cream?
“Actually it works just fine. But you wouldn’t know anything about that since you didn’t help.”
“Hey! It wasn’t my fault you got whipped cream on the ceiling!”
That must have been a talented maneuver. Even with the spray whipped cream, you’d have to get pretty close to the ceiling to make it up there. And to get enough of it stuck that you had to clean it off... These guys certainly had a very active sex life.
Leather smiled. “Actually, it was. My ice cream and I were perfectly happy, sharing a peaceful moment on the -“
“Stop! Don’t you dare say ice cream and bed in the same sentence, or I will jump you right here in this cab. And that is definitely something mum shouldn’t see.”
But, letting the cab driver see it is more than okay. My backseat gets more action from these two than all my other customers combined.
“Fine.” Leather sobered back up, “But I’m still mad at you.”
“Well, as for me going to the store; you’ll get over that one soon enough. The next chance we have at being alone, you’ll be glad I went out to get the condoms.”
“It could have waited, Dom.”
“Not with mum coming to town.”
Leather looked at Blonde incredulously. “I thought she knew all about us. I mean that we were, ya know, sleeping together. In the same room.”
“Mum’s amazingly open, Bill. You know that. She’s knows we’re together. She’ll expect us to be having sex. She’ll expect condoms to be in the nightstand drawer. She won’t turn a hair at seeing some in the bathroom medicine cabinet. But no way in hell am I going to buy condoms with my mother. Squick!”
Another point in Blonde’s favor. I wouldn’t want my mom to know about half the stuff I get up to.
“All right. Maybe I can forgive that. But you were supposed to change the sheets this morning when I was getting the coffee made.”
“I changed them yesterday morning, Bill. Didn’t you notice? And our activities yesterday didn’t disturb them. I mean, we never made it further than the stairs.”
“My back certainly remembers.”
“Your back can’t match my knees. What am I supposed to tell mum when she sees them? That I fell and managed to get spectacularly matching rug burns on my knees and no where else?”
Leather chuckled. “You could show her the bruises under your cuffs and she won’t even be thinking about your knees.”
Okay. I think we’re back in the realm of too much information. Not only is there sex life active, but it’s also certainly more interesting than mine has been lately.
“Another place you shouldn’t go right now, Bill.” There was silence. “I am sorry for the cold shower this morning, love. The only reason I was in there so long was because I was waiting for you to join me. If I’d known you were upset, I wouldn’t have taken so long.”
Leather nodded and looked out the window. We were approaching the airport and the conversation was about to end. At least the part I would know anything about. Blonde grabbed his hand and batted his eyes as Leather looked back towards him. “So, am I forgiven?”
Leather laughed and ruffled Blonde’s hair. “You’re forgiven, you big git.”
“Great!" Blonde said and kissed Leather quickly before sliding back towards his side of the cab. “Oh look. There’s the airport. Time to go pick up mum.”
I silently wished them luck in finding another cab as I pulled away from the curb. Somehow, I didn’t think the conversation they would have on the way home would match what I’d overheard. In a mere 30 minutes, I’d learned more about their sex life than what I'd actually seen happen in the backseat.
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, wouldn’t tell if I did ‘cause I’d want to keep them all to myself.
Summery: Our taxi driver learns a little more than she wants to from our boys.
A/N: This is a continuation of the story ”The Cab Drive”, but can be read as a stand alone. Thanks to my wonderful, quick beta,
chimerablack, for helping me. You’re great! And the wonderful comment about whipped cream comes directly from my sister. How she knows about it, I’ll never know.I usually don’t like daytime driving. The tips are better at night, even if the people tend to be more rowdy. There was only one day a week I could tolerate it, and that was on Sunday. Most people didn’t need a cab on Sunday mornings. But the call I got on this particular Sunday was one of my more interesting ones.
I picked up two of my ‘regulars', Blonde and Leather (although Leather was without his coat today). I was supposed to take them to the airport, but there was no luggage. Interesting. But I knew if I kept my ears open, I’d find out why. People often treat cab drivers like waiters. They don’t really see you there except for when they need something from you. Not that people are rude, it’s just that I tend to melt into the background.
The two men climbed into my cab, sitting almost painfully apart from each other. The silence in the cab was almost oppressing. After a few moments of silence, Blonde finally sighed. “If you’re going to be mad at me for the entire ride, you could have just stayed home. I’m only picking mum up at the airport and bringing her right home.”
So that explains why there’s no luggage. And Blonde was right. It didn’t take two people to pick someone up from the airport. Especially in a cab.
“And wouldn’t that be a lovely image for your mum. That your boyfriend doesn’t even want to help pick her up.” Okay. Leather’s got a point. Maybe this is his first time meeting her.
Blonde shook his head. “It’s not like she’d think it was a slight, love. You’ve already met her, and she already loves you. Just because our relationship has changed doesn’t mean that she’s suddenly not going to like you. Besides, we’re taking a cab, not the car. She’ll have enough questions about that to last the ride home.”
Yeah, I thought to myself, but it’s really hard to face someone’s mother when you’re having sex with them in public places on a regular basis. I grinned. The boys probably had no clue I even knew them, much less knew about their activities in my backseat.
“I’m not the one who decided we could leave the car at Orlando’s and pick it up this morning,” Leather groused.
“And we should’ve had time this morning... But someone took a long time getting ready.”
I tried hard not to giggle. These two were beginning to sound like an old married couple.
Leather glared across the seat. “I was trying to recover from having to take a cold shower, Dom. I don’t really like being that cold.”
“I offered to share the shower this morning, but you weren’t interested.”
Okay, that’s a little too much information. Getting it on in my backseat at night was one thing, but hearing about the exploits they got into at home was a bit more than I really wanted to hear this early on a Sunday morning.
“I was busy. Someone forgot to change the sheets like he was supposed to.”
Blonde waited a beat and replied, “Bill, it doesn’t take that long to change sheets.”
“All right, so I’m still a bit miffed at you for last night.”
Ah, the real root of the problem. Sometimes I think maybe I should become a psychologist. I’d love to be able to delve into people’s lives. Or maybe a bartender. Then I wouldn’t have to go through years of schooling.
“What was wrong with last night? I thought you enjoyed it. I mean it certainly sounded like you enjoyed it.”
“Well, of course I liked that. Unexpected, perhaps, even for you, but enjoyable all the same.”
Anything unexpected that comes from two guys who will bring each other off in my cab must be something really unusual. My curiosity outweighed my desire to be spared of any details.
Blonde shook his head and grinned, “It really shouldn’t have been so unexpected. You were wearing a lot of leather.”
“Yea, well who knew you’d have such a leather kink?”
Leather kink? Maybe I should have been calling Blonde by the name 'Leather.' Then again, maybe that’s why I usually saw Leather in leather.
Blonde laughed and held his arm under Leather’s face. “Leather wrist cuffs, Bill.”
“Oh. Right.” Leather said faintly. “Remind me to hide anything resembling leather while your mother’s in town. I don’t think she needs to see that.”
I don’t think any mother wants to know what these two have been getting up to.
“Right. So, if it wasn’t that, then what’s got you so upset?”
“I was trying to clean the flat last night for your mother’s stay.”
“Yeah. And believe me, I appreciate it.”
“But not enough to help!”
“I helped you, Bill.”
Leather snorted, “Yeah. You helped so much that you grabbed your keys and left last night.”
“I had to make an emergency trip to the store. We were out of condoms. Someone knocked the last box in the toilet.”
I couldn’t help it! I snorted and tried covering it in a cough. Blonde looked up towards me, but Leather didn’t seem to notice as he kept talking.
“I was looking for something to clean the ceiling.”
“I don’t think toilet bowl cleaner works very well on whipped cream.”
Whipped cream?
“Actually it works just fine. But you wouldn’t know anything about that since you didn’t help.”
“Hey! It wasn’t my fault you got whipped cream on the ceiling!”
That must have been a talented maneuver. Even with the spray whipped cream, you’d have to get pretty close to the ceiling to make it up there. And to get enough of it stuck that you had to clean it off... These guys certainly had a very active sex life.
Leather smiled. “Actually, it was. My ice cream and I were perfectly happy, sharing a peaceful moment on the -“
“Stop! Don’t you dare say ice cream and bed in the same sentence, or I will jump you right here in this cab. And that is definitely something mum shouldn’t see.”
But, letting the cab driver see it is more than okay. My backseat gets more action from these two than all my other customers combined.
“Fine.” Leather sobered back up, “But I’m still mad at you.”
“Well, as for me going to the store; you’ll get over that one soon enough. The next chance we have at being alone, you’ll be glad I went out to get the condoms.”
“It could have waited, Dom.”
“Not with mum coming to town.”
Leather looked at Blonde incredulously. “I thought she knew all about us. I mean that we were, ya know, sleeping together. In the same room.”
“Mum’s amazingly open, Bill. You know that. She’s knows we’re together. She’ll expect us to be having sex. She’ll expect condoms to be in the nightstand drawer. She won’t turn a hair at seeing some in the bathroom medicine cabinet. But no way in hell am I going to buy condoms with my mother. Squick!”
Another point in Blonde’s favor. I wouldn’t want my mom to know about half the stuff I get up to.
“All right. Maybe I can forgive that. But you were supposed to change the sheets this morning when I was getting the coffee made.”
“I changed them yesterday morning, Bill. Didn’t you notice? And our activities yesterday didn’t disturb them. I mean, we never made it further than the stairs.”
“My back certainly remembers.”
“Your back can’t match my knees. What am I supposed to tell mum when she sees them? That I fell and managed to get spectacularly matching rug burns on my knees and no where else?”
Leather chuckled. “You could show her the bruises under your cuffs and she won’t even be thinking about your knees.”
Okay. I think we’re back in the realm of too much information. Not only is there sex life active, but it’s also certainly more interesting than mine has been lately.
“Another place you shouldn’t go right now, Bill.” There was silence. “I am sorry for the cold shower this morning, love. The only reason I was in there so long was because I was waiting for you to join me. If I’d known you were upset, I wouldn’t have taken so long.”
Leather nodded and looked out the window. We were approaching the airport and the conversation was about to end. At least the part I would know anything about. Blonde grabbed his hand and batted his eyes as Leather looked back towards him. “So, am I forgiven?”
Leather laughed and ruffled Blonde’s hair. “You’re forgiven, you big git.”
“Great!" Blonde said and kissed Leather quickly before sliding back towards his side of the cab. “Oh look. There’s the airport. Time to go pick up mum.”
I silently wished them luck in finding another cab as I pulled away from the curb. Somehow, I didn’t think the conversation they would have on the way home would match what I’d overheard. In a mere 30 minutes, I’d learned more about their sex life than what I'd actually seen happen in the backseat.
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