The Tour. | +18 | BWWM

𝄞 23 | I-5 - Part 2

My wide grin splits my face and it's a little insane in the rearview mirror. But if you told me five months ago, that I'd be in a classic muscle car with Asher driving to LA I'd think you were crazy. If you then told me I'd be doing a gig with Asher at the fucking Hollywood Bowl and hang out at his house, I'd tell you, you're mad. But that's my life, and I laughed at the stars reaching my hand up like it's a sea of stars. As if my hand could touch those sea lights and skim over them like a boat skimming water. Air bounced against my palm and snatched my giggles into the wind. It rushed past me and it was like the world outside was in a bubble.

Another sign speeds past us, north to Sacramento or south to Los Angeles on Interstate 5. It was as if the road kept asking are you sure you really want to go to LA? Maybe it knew something I didn't. I-5 Highway brought back so many memories and I was making new ones fast. The night stretched out and speeding stars raced with us to LA. Another round of giggles and more wind to take them away up to the stars.

"I like it when you laugh." Asher interrupts my fun. There's a saying dance like no ones looking and doing it in the car right next to Asher was a little weird. But with the late 90s music blasting as we race down the I-5 in the middle of the night felt good. Only the headlights and coastal views, I couldn't help. We were nearly alone down the highway just California and stars. Finally, I gazed back at him. I wasn't going to hide my happiness from him. My smile didn't slip away when caught. I was comfortable and instead, I started rapping with the line. He came in the other part. Something about that 90s and 2000s music. It had so much bump and hopefulness in the face of the craziness. When the next line came he changed the words a little with a new rhyme counterpoint making the old fun song new. Then I joined him again as the song loop around again a second time. His inky hand slid into my lap wrapping around my dark hand so warm. Asher's leaned back into the seat other hands on the wheel as he drove us down the I-5 into the night. Then he drew my hand into his lap holding it in place.

It's funny you could have all kinds of sex with a man but this was the first time I could remember that we held hands. One of those slow simple moments. How can such a small thing as holding hands make my chest feel so weird? A sharp tug of happiness, and all fluttery when I looked down at us linked together. And when he took his eyes off the road to grin at me that tug became a pull. I get these moments with Asher where I want so much more. All the things that I shouldn't be looking for. The imagines of us have been plaguing me. What if's and what could bes. That little boy's happy grin was the moment I realized how much he meant to me. How big of a space he has taken up in my life.

"All I need is that pusszy." He rhymed it with another line and ruined it. Just fucking banzai that bitch of a moment. Full crash and burn, that hearts and flowers feels I was having. I shook my head, shocked, fucking bamboozled. Stuck between wanting to laugh and slap the fuck out of him. Why the fuck did I have to tell him about Wheelz?

"You are never letting Wheelz go are you?" I tried to pull my hand out of his lap but he kept it. So much side eye I could have fallen out of the car with it. Asher was so full of mischief I was almost disgusted.

"Nope, never. It's forever Birdy. That Pusszy is mine." At his words weirdly that stupid tug was back again. He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it then. His deep chuckles with that smile got me right in the pusszy. I shook my head because he knew he was wrong but sometimes you can't ruin the joy. "I have a surprise for you."

"Suprise?" I asked him. I'll admit it, I love getting shit and he caught the attention of my greedy guts. As a kid, I didn't always get to celebrate all my birthdays because of my mom's illness, so I love getting shit. The children I teach at the learning center draw me pictures for my day. It's my favorite part of my birthday adding to my office, it's just walled full of pictures. Almost like my mom used to put walls of photographs up. Every year another wall goes behind all the frame pictures.