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Title: Rest Stop
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Nick/Kevin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes only
Warning: Slash warning. AU warning
Notes: The idea for this story was borne in Erie PA at the Greyhound station during my 2 hour layover there. That station isn't big enough for the story to take place there, so I picked Buffalo which WAS big enough. So yeah, this story was written across two states and one province, spanning two countries. How freaking cool is that! LOL. It's amazing how your muses come alive during an extended road trip. Enjoy.
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Rest Stop
by Jules

Ten hours on a bus across country didn't seem like that much. When he had planned the trip and got the tickets he had been excited and didn't care how long it would take him to get there. He mapped the whole trip out in his head and figured it would pass like nothing. He would listen to music, read, draw, hell, even just watch the country pass him by. He figured that he could pass the time without a problem, so ten hours seemed like nothing.

What Nick failed to realize was that ten hours was a freaking long time. In theory, it passed quickly, but here he was, five hours into the trip and he was already going crazy, and he still had another five to go. Granted, he had slept for part of the trip, putting his disc man on and passing out, but that only lasted about an hour and a half, which left him with three and a half hours until his rest stop and layover. Then he had tried to read but found that he couldn't concentrate enough to process what was being said in the book. He was too excited to sit still, but had way too much time to do nothing. So he'd simply put on a different CD and tried to write in his journal, something he attempted to do every day. Even if it was just a few sentences, he made an attempt to write out his thoughts and feelings every single day. Today, he had more than enough time so he used it to catch up on everything that had been going on with him as of late.

Now, thankfully, they were pulling into his rest stop. Here he had to get off of the bus and wait two hours until the next bus took him to his final destination. Nick grabbed his two huge duffel bags and slung one over each shoulder, stretching the kinks out of his arms and legs from being cramped up in the small seats. He strode into the bus station, thankful that it was spacious with a snack bar and ample room to stretch out. Just as he was surveying the station, a speaker sounded over the system.

"For those of you who are traveling through to Syracuse, Albany and New York, your bus departs at eight thirty PM sharp at platform 5. That gives you two hours, so if you are planning on leaving the station for any period of that time, make sure you have your boarding pass upon returning. It is best if you are at the platform at least fifteen minutes before departing time so that we can board you first. For those heading north to Ft. Erie, Niagara Falls, St. Catharines, Toronto and any other points in Canada, you can head to Platform three immediately as the bus is boarding. For everyone else, please enjoy your stay in Buffalo. Thank you."

Two hours. Nick had no idea what he was going to do for two whole hours in the middle of nowhere. Okay, so Buffalo wasn't the middle of nowhere but it might as well be. Odds were that if he actually did go outside of the station, he would find plenty to do, but he didn't want to run the risk of missing the bus. The next one to New York wasn't until ten thirty that night and the sooner he got there the better. He groaned in relief as he realized the station was practically empty. There were tons of seats and he could spread out, laying down rather than having to be cramped up. He was going to have another three hours of being cramped once they got back on the road, so the more he could relax now the better. Nick found an empty section, remote from everything else but still near a washroom and proceeded to get comfortable. Once he spread his bags out and stretched again he noticed the snack bar not too far away. He headed over with his wallet, buying a bottle of Mountain Dew and a
 bagel with cream cheese. Feeling his stomach growl and remembering that he hadn't eaten since early that morning, he also got an order of French fries.

"I'll holler when the fries are done," the woman behind the counter said as she handed Nick his bagel and drink. He nodded before he headed back to his seat to eat the bagel. A few minutes later, she called him over and he took the rest of his food. Nick was surprised as he ate his makeshift dinner that there weren't more people in the bus terminal. It was six thirty in the afternoon and he figured it would be really busy. Not that he minded, but it just seemed odd. Nick chuckled as he finished his dinner. He would be getting into New York at around 11:30, which sounded late but knowing the city, things would just be getting started.

It was when he'd gotten up to throw his garbage out that he saw him. Nick nearly tripped over his own feet at how beautiful this man was. The man was a few inches taller than he himself was and had long, shoulder length black hair. His goatee was sculpted delicately and he walked with a confident swagger. The man was wearing a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a jean jacket, his duffle bag thrown across one shoulder. Nick's mouth watered as the man ran his hand through his hair, removing it from where it was blocking his vision. Quickly, Nick scrambled back to his seat, hoping ...no praying, the stranger would head to the empty corner he'd set up camp in. Much to Nick's delight, the man looked in his direction and seeing it was nearly empty, he made his way over, sitting only ten feet away from him. A wave of desire went coursing through Nick's body and as their eyes met, Nick saw exactly how beautiful he was up close. His eyes were a brilliant shade of green, his skin flawless
 and his body a work of art.

The air in the bus station seemed to become thick with sexual tension, or at least it felt that way for Nick. He had felt an awareness to this man like he'd never felt before, shocked by it's intensity. At the same time, both men turned to face each other and Nick managed a friendly smile, his dick hardening at the gorgeous smile that was returned to him. Discreetly, when their gaze broke, Nick tried to get another glance at the man, wondering who he was and what had brought him to this out of the way town. The sound of his phone ringing in his pocket broke him out of the fantasy that had taken form in his mind.

"Hello?"

Nick grinned at the voice on the other end, recognizing his best friend immediately. "Nickolas. Where are you buddy?"

"Oh damn. Like Buffalo or something. I'm here for a two hour layover and then we'll be back on the road. I think the bus leaves at 8:30 so I should be rolling in by eleven thirty. You're picking me up at the bus though right Bri?"

"I'll be there. My mother would kill me if I wasn't ready and waiting for you. And I don't even want to get her started on me, so don't worry."

Nick chuckled, knowing it was the truth. Brian's family loved him like he was one of them. It was Brian's parents who had send him the ticket to visit for Thanksgiving, citing that they hadn't seen him in too long and they missed him. So they had arranged for his transportation knowing that he would stay with their son at his apartment. All in all, the only money Nick would need was his spending money, which was one of their selling points in inviting him down for a few weeks. "Are we going to grab something for dinner when I get in? I know it's gonna be late, but I'll probably be hungry again by then."

"Anything you want Nicky. We'll order in so you can relax."

Nick talked to Brian for a few more minutes before saying good-bye and hanging up. He was excited to go to New York for a few weeks to visit his best friend. It felt like forever since he'd seen the older man and they'd spent any real time together. Brian was a few years older than him and when Nick had gone away to go to college, he was afraid that their friendship would suffer. That Brian would find someone to replace him as his best friend and they would drift away from each other. But three years later, their friendship was stronger than ever, despite the bumps that had gone on along the way.

Nick had been away for a few weeks when he'd come to terms with something that he'd been hiding his entire life, his homosexuality. It wasn't that he had been consciously been hiding it, but moreso trying to ignore it. It wasn't until he was away from home and everyone he knew and could start fresh that he understood that it wasn't something he could ignore. He had the freedom to be who he was, and do what he wanted, and that freedom slowly but surely lured him out of the closet. He had originally been worried that when he confessed to Brian that he was gay, the older man would hate him and create an emotional distance between them. It was when he came home for Thanksgiving in his first year at college that he told Brian his secret, and to his surprise, Brian had done no such thing. All he had done was pull Nick near and remind him they were best friends no matter what. It was that support which had given Nick the courage to come out to the other people closest to him.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as accepting as Brian was, especially his parents. It was too late though, Nick had seen a glimpse of who he really was and couldn't live his life the way they wanted to, in denial. With Brian's love and acceptance, as well as the love and acceptance he'd found in Brian's family, he continued to live his life his way, on his own terms. And that meant engaging in sexual and romantic relationships with men. Men like the one sitting across from him at that very moment.

Nick was painfully hard and hoped to God that the man was gay. And if not completely gay, then slightly bent. Bi he could deal with, straight would totally suck. Based on his appearance, Nick didn't stand a chance, but Nick had long since learned that you couldn't judge someone by how they appeared. He'd been told by many men and women that they wouldn't have pegged him as being gay, so that gave him even the slightest bit of hope.

As his mind wandered, so did his hand and without realizing it, Nick was not so discreetly massaging the bulge in his pants. He had his back to the rest of the bus station, so it wouldn't have been obvious to anyone else what he was doing, but to the man that was sitting directly across from him, it was painfully clear how aroused Nick was. Nick broke free from his daze to see an amused expression on the stranger's face. It took him two seconds to look down and see what he was doing with his hand. Nick pulled his hand away quickly, a scarlet blush covering his face and neck. Embarrassed, Nick chose to look everywhere other than the stranger, and a few minutes passed before he even allowed himself a brief, lighting quick look at the man. To his surprise, Nick saw his eyes twinkling and his lips curled into a devious smirk. Curious, Nick forced himself to take a longer look at the man, allowing his gaze to wander from his face down his body, ending at the bulge between his legs.


The man had a massive bulge in his jeans as he eyed him hungrily. Nick looked up at the stranger's eyes to see him nod discreetly at his own bulge, daring him with a single glance to continue. Nick looked around to make sure that there was no one even close to them and slowly returned his hand to his lap, massaging his cock which was still hard and throbbing against his leg. Nick's eyes were focused on the man's face, watching with wonder as he stared at the way his hand was stroking his covered erection. The man bit down gently on his lower lip as if to keep from making any sound and Nick shifted to spread his legs wider in an open invitation.

Nick's breathing was becoming laboured and he was finding himself getting closer to an orgasm that he hadn't been expecting to have that afternoon. He wasn't sure if it was more from the way his hand was stroking his cock through the material of his pants, or the way that the stranger was watching him, but Nick was more turned on in that bus terminal than he had been in recent months. Just as he could tell he was going to cum, Nick pulled his hand away and took a few calming breaths. A thin layer of sweat was forming on his forehead and upper lip and he darted his tongue out to swipe at it. Nick could only imagine how flushed his face was and how dark his normally clear blue eyes were at that moment. He stared the stranger down, pleased when he slowly turned his head to look at the men's room only a few feet away. The man's eyes darted back to him without moving his head and he motioned discreetly towards the washroom. Nick didn't have to be asked twice.

Nick stood and stretched, using the distraction to look around the bus station. There were only a handful of people, all busy with whatever they were doing. Some were eating, some talking on telephones or to other people and some were sleeping. Without calling attention to himself, Nick walked towards the washroom, never looking back. He walked immediately to the sink and began washing his hands. A man emerged from a stall and nodded to Nick politely. Seconds later, the stranger entered the bathroom, looking slightly disappointed at their company. Nick winked, enjoying the smile that resulted from the tall, Godlike man. In the mirror, Nick watched the stranger go into one of the stalls near the end and nodded a second time to the third man who finished drying his hands and exited the men's room. Within seconds, Nick was at the occupied stall, pushing the door open. Almost immediately he was pulled into the stall and his lips were claimed in a bruising kiss.

It never even occurred to Nick to get the man's name. Not that he could have spoken clearly with the tongue down his throat, but names were not important. Judging from the way the stranger didn't ask for his, he figured that it was unanimous and he focused on how much he loved kissing this man. Nick was the first to pull away, nipping gently on the man's lips. "Condom?"

The man pulled a foil wrapper out of his pocket, smiling coyly. "On me or you?"


Nick took a moment to think it over and looked down at the man's groin. At that moment, he didn't care either way, fuck or be fucked by this man, it wasn't an issue. He just wanted to cum and he wanted it to be because of him. "You tell me!" Nick pushed his pants down to his ankles and took his throbbing erection in hand. He made sure to show the stranger how big he was, relishing in the soft moan of appreciation that resulted. Just as the man was about to speak Nick shook his head. "Not done yet." At that, he turned around and bent over slightly, leaning on the stall door, thrusting his ass in the air.


The stranger's jaw dropped and Nick could see the dilemma that the man was faced with. Clearly he was at a loss at which to pick.

"Or if you have another..." Nick suggested, licking his lips. He was disappointed at the way the man's face fell slightly.

"No time. You may have two hours but my bus leaves in twenty minutes."

Nick was grinning, more to himself than anything. Clearly the man had been listening to his phone conversation, knowing that his bus wouldn't be leaving for two more hours. "Then you better get to choosing. Fuck or be fucked, I'm up for either."

The stranger pushed him against the door and slapped his ass forcefully. "As good as that cock looks, as much as I'd like you to fuck me with it, your ass is more tempting." The man's hand slid down Nick's spine and his fingers moved between his ass cheeks, rimming him gently. As he slid a finger inside of Nick he chuckled. "Looks like I've made a good choice. Don't get fucked too often do you?"

Nick shook his head, moaning loudly. "Nah... I'm usually a top."

"But you like it right? You like cock in your ass?" the man asked, rimming Nick's earlobe wetly. His whimper and soft pleas were all the man needed to hear. "Fuck yeah you do."

Nick took a few seconds to stretch himself while the stranger slid the condom onto his own impressive erection. His jeans were around his thighs and Nick wished they had more time so that he could have had a chance to blow the other man. He himself was big, but this man was massive and Nick's mouth was watering at the thought of being on his knees and having him fuck his mouth. "Fuck me." He demanded, receiving a slap to his ass.

"Shut up." It was harsh but not threatening and Nick's cock twitched at the force. Seconds later he was pressed tightly against the wall and he could feel Kevin at his opening. It was fast and sharp and Nick had to bite down on his palm to stop from screaming out loud. The last thing he needed was the whole bus terminal to hear him and come running. He could feel Kevin twitching inside of him as he took a few seconds to adjust to the sensations. "You are so tight. So good and tight around my cock."

"You like my ass? My ass feel good?"

"Shit..." The man pulled out only to slam back in, grazing Nick's prostate in the process. They began to work furiously, aware of the time constraints bearing down on them. Nick slid his hand between himself and the stall door, grabbing his cock firmly and stroking as best he could despite the way he was being rammed into it with each powerful thrust. "Love fucking your ass..."

Nick could only moan as the man was mumbling against his shoulder. He could feel the man's thrusts becoming faster and more shallow, almost desperate and knew that he was close. That only encouraged Nick to work faster on his own erection, needing to cum just as bad as the stranger did.

"Gonna cum... gonna cum inside you."

"Do it. Cum... let me feel you.."

It took a few more thrusts for the man to reach his climax, working Nick's body until he'd finished cumming. It was then that Nick turned around and pushed him against the far wall, kissing him while still jerking off. The stranger must have realized that Nick still had yet to cum because he reached down and covered Nick's hand with his own, assisting him in jerking off as their tongues battled in a deeply erotic and desperate kiss. Nick let out a series of groans and whimpers before finally feeling his orgasm slam into him forcefully, causing him to bite down on the stranger's tongue. Their eyes both opened at the same time, allowing them to look directly into each other's eyes as Nick's orgasm washed over him. When he'd stopped trembling, they pulled away, sharing a few more kisses.

"That was definitely what I needed right now," Nick admitted. He poked his head from the stall to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking out to wet some paper towels. Once he'd gotten enough, he brought them back into the stall and proceeded to clean himself while watching the stranger do the same. It took a few minutes but before long they were both presentable to resurface.

"Me too. Makes the whole day of traveling worth while." The thick accent of the stranger rolled like honey over Nick causing for his knees to tremble and his mouth to water. He couldn't help but pull him close and kiss him passionately, letting his tongue dart all over the stranger's mouth. He wanted one last taste of him before letting him go. It was a chance meeting of two people, nothing more, nothing less.

"I hear that," he said when the kiss broke. "I'll go out first. Then you can follow in a few." He watched the stranger look at his watch before kissing him again.

"Good, I've got about five minutes before they're going to board my bus." The man cupped Nick's face in his palm and kissed him one last time, nibbling playfully on his plush lips. "Thank you."

Nick's stomach flipped a few times and he blushed and gave a soft giggle. "Thank you."

And with that, Nick managed to walk out of the men's room on slightly wobbly legs. He was happy to find his bags in the same condition as he'd left them twenty minutes earlier and sat down, enjoying the painful sting as a reminder of what had just happened. Stretching out, he saw that he only had just over an hour left of his own layover. Enough time to come down from that incredible sexual high and maybe get a bit of sleep. Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he watched the stranger walk to the info desk and pause for a moment.

"Attention all passengers, bus 3526 to Cleveland and all stops along the way is now boarding at Platform 9. All passengers that were previously on the bus and have boarding passes please board now. Everyone else, you will board in ten minutes."

The stranger looked up and briefly glanced back, a smirk on his lips. Nick felt his whole body react and grinned. He watched through satisfied eyes as the stranger picked his duffle bag up and slung it over his shoulder. As he passed, the man paused for a moment and grinned at him. They shared a knowing smile and Nick felt something deep inside of him click as their eyes met. The man winked and dropped a folded piece of paper onto his lap. Nick knew the man didn't intend for him to get up or for any extended good-bye other than what they'd had in the bathroom. Nick winked back and ran his tongue across his lower lip seductively, happy to hear a soft growl escape the other man's lips. And mere seconds later, the man was gone, heading towards platform 9 to catch his bus. The man didn't look back and Nick didn't watch him go.

It was only after he knew for certain that the man's bus had pulled away that he picked up the folded piece of paper sitting on his stomach and opened it. Reading what the man had written, Nick couldn't help but smile. He folded the piece of paper back up and slid it into his wallet before closing his eyes. He could still get a good forty five minutes worth of sleep before having to get on the bus to New York.

Finis

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