What Happens on the Cruise

92. A Can of Lard

Austin let out a protesting whine as Tim playfully smacked his very naked butt cheek. "Choo do tha' f'r?"

"We've got to get going extra early to make it all the way to Fairbanks to get Mom and Aunt Linda."

The night before had been another great concert followed by the usual late night food and drinking, though Tim and Austin had left early since Austin couldn't drink, and Adam had excused himself as well so Leigh wasn't stuck dealing with Cerise alone.

"I don't wanna be up," Austin moaned, turning over and stretching.

"Part of you's up," Tim quipped.

"He is a early riser."

"Would the rest of you get up if I took care of that?" Tim offered.

Austin slid one eye open. "I might be persuaded."

"Hands, mouth, or ass? Or something else?"

"Hmmm... Don't care. Just come have some fun while I lay here and be lazy."

"Being a hedonist this morning." Tim climbed into the bed and kissed his husband, slowly plundering his mouth.

When Tim pulled back, Austin smiled at him. "I'm your playground. Come on, babe."

***

"You guys be careful," Chris said. "That is a vehicle that screams, 'Pull me over for speeding.'"

"It's not even a sports car," Tim objected, holding the Jeep's door open for Austin and offering a steadying arm.

"It's red with flame detailing. It's just missing the 'need for speed' bumper sticker," Adam pointed out.

"Hhhhot!" Cerise said with extra air in the word, pointing at the flames. "Ow."

Leigh chuckled. "Yeah, sweetie, you just stay away from there."

"We'll see all y'all in Fairbanks," Austin said.

***

"You've got to be kidding me!" Tim exclaimed as they saw the flashing lights behind them.

"Don't say anything sarcastic," Austin said as they pulled over.

"I won't. I'll think it, but I won't say it."

"You gentlemen in a hurry today?" the trooper opened when he finally arrived at Tim's door.

"Just heading north to meet my mom and aunt," Tim replied.

"License and registration, please." The trooper peered in, checking out Austin as Tim handed him the paperwork. "On vacation, are you?"

"Working vacation," Austin answered. "Just got done singing at the Kenai Peninsula Fair last night and the night before."

"Is that right? You singing in Fairbanks?"

"In a few days," Tim answered.

"Then after that we do a workshop for local students and then the state fair," Austin provided.

The trooper looked at Tim's information. "Tennessee, huh? You don't sound like you're from there, either of you."

"Oh, no. He's from Georgia and I'm from Texas."

"I see. Bet you wouldn't be driving that fast in Texas."

Austin quietly patted Tim's knee to remind him to keep his cool. "We're just worried we're going to be late to the airport."

"Yeah," Tim continued the thought. "It's my aunt's first time in Alaska."

"Hmmm. Yup. You might have to do a bit of running in the airport."