Chapter: Chapter 4
Pairing: Brian/Justin; some mild, not really there Justin/Ethan - in fact, they don't have sex...at all.
Rating: S for stupid
Summary: You've seen the movie. Come on. You haven't? Okay. Justin picks up more than he can handle (and I don't mean a raging case of herpes) when he picks up a hitchhiker. Chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: This is all made up. I don't own Cowlip or the boys. And I don't know anyone who owns the Chevy. :)
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Ethan had been simulating a drum roll on the dashboard for the past five minutes before Brian said something. "Could you please knock it the fuck off."
"Awfully bossy for someone getting a free ride, doncha think?" Ethan asked of the back seat.
"Ethan," Justin whispered harshly.
"What?" Ethan asked innocently.
An uneasy silence once again engulfed the car.
"You know," Justin started while peering into his rearview mirror, "I know how to fix cars..."
"So I gathered," Brian said, "this is a pretty cherry ride."
"Thanks," Justin smiled and tried to remember what he had been about to say. "Anyway, like I said, I know how to..."
"Do you really want to fix my car...in the middle of the highway...on a dark night?" Brian countered. When silence greeted the question, he said, "Didn't think so."
Another one of those uneasy silences fell over the group.
"You know what I don't get?" a voice from the back seat said.
"Global warming?" Ethan said back.
"You're funny. See," Brian continued, "I don't get how a hot kid like yourself," Brian said as he turned to face Justin, "ended up with a loser like Ian here."
"It's Ethan asshole," Ethan shot back.
Brian continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted. "I mean, what? Did he promise you love, roses, breakfast in bed..."
"I'm sorry...what?" Justin asked in confusion.
"I'm just saying, a kid like you should be fucked hard. If I had my way, I'd fuck you over the hood of this car, hard and fast, just like the car. Fuck!" Brian exclaimed, "I'd fuck you through the hood!" Brian sat back and chuckled.
"Oh listen to that Justin. Our hitchhiker here thinks he's your car."
"What? And what do you mean by love and promises...and fucking me on...no...through the hood of my car!" Justin ranted while blushing slightly. "That's pretty fucked up coming from someone wearing a goddamned wedding ring! Your wife know you talk like this?"
"There's no wifey at home," Brian said as he twirled the ring around his finger, "I just wear it so people think I'm trustworthy."
It was at that exact moment in space and time that warning bells went off in Justin's head and that he realized he just might have made a mistake in picking this guy up.
Still, he had to ask the question, as he turned slightly to take in Ethan's pale face and the man in the back seat.
"And are you, Brian, trustworthy?"
"No," Brian said as he pulled a knife out of nowhere and held it to Justin's throat.
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