Will & Bart Off the Road
Saturday August 21th @ 9:45 PM - Will's Car.
Will drove just off of the work road behind the Matthews Farm, and parked in a small clearing. You could just barely make out the house in the distance. Killing the lights and engine, Will looks at Bart. Bart unbuckles his seat belt. Smiling, what he hopes is his most seductive smile, he nods his head toward the back seat, "What you say we check out he back seat, see how comfortable it is." Will, who finds all of Bart's smiles seductive, "May as well, we'll probably riding in it all the way to Madison on Thursday." "You mean we're taking this car?" Will says, "Yeah, this is the only one that'll hold the four of us easy."
Bart and Will climb in back, and toward the center of the seat. Their kissing starts slowly and easily. Bart runs his hands along the sides of Will's face gently caressing him as he eventually starts feeling Will's hair. Will moves his hands over Bart's chest, when he feels something hard in Bart's shirt pocket. He toys with it a moment when he figures out what it is. Pulling back a little, he taps Bart's shirt pocket. "Is this what I think it is?" "Probably. What do you think it is?" Will pulls the floppy disk out of Bart's pocket. "This is your story isn't it?"
Bart reaches for the floppy and Will moves it out of his range. Bart says, "Come on give it back. I chan ... I changed my mind." "It's mine now, I found it." "Yeah, you found it in my pocket, you asshole. Give it back!" Will can tell that Bart's serious now, and hands the disk back to him. "I'm sorry. I was just playing around." "Will, that's okay. I ... I'm ... Shit! Here take it!" Bart thrusts the disk at Will. Bart continues, "It's just you're better at this stuff than I am. ... You always have been better at school and shit!" Bart looks out the window and in a quiet voice, "I just don't want you to think it's a bunch of crap. ... That I can't do anything good enough. ... I suppose that if anyone should read it first, it should be you."
Will doesn't know what to say. Bart is still looking out of the window, when Will slips the disk back in Bart's pocket. Then he slides to the other side of the back seat, "I need some fresh air." He opens the door and goes out into the clearing. The night is still. The stars are washed out by the moon's brightness. Will hears a car door open and then close. From the sound of Bart's feet on the dry grass, Will can tell that Bart is standing behind him.
Suddenly he feels Bart's hands massaging his neck muscles, kneading and probing with his fingers. "Will, I'm sorry. ... I know you don't care about it. ... But you see I so want to do something to make you proud of me. ... I just want you to be proud of me." "What makes you think that I'm not proud of you? Did I ever say something like that? If I did, I didn't mean it." Will's voice catches, "You are me. You are the better part of me. ... I suppose I don't tell you enough that I can't even imagine you not there. And I'm so fucking proud of you every moment of every day. I'm proud of who you are, not anything you do or don't do." he turns around to look at Bart. Bart notices the moonlight shimmering on his cheeks. ... "It's not just that I'm in love with ya, Keerist, you're a fucking boy scout! Always there for a friend, always there ... for me."
Bart pulls Will to him and Will's voice is silenced by Bart covering Will's mouth with his own. While they remain lip locked, Bart takes the floppy from his pocket again, and slips it into Will's pants pocket. "Will, tell you what. Why don't we do the story together, you can help me out?" "If you really want to." "Yeah, that'd be great." Then Bart puts his hand back in Will's pocket, Will says, " That's the wrong pocket?" "I don't know about that, I can feel something getting hard in here. ... What do you say we really check out the back seat, after all Todd is going to want a report."
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