Why Don't We Do it in the Road?

Modern Day

"Paaaaauuuuullllliiieee," John whined, "pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaasseeee??"He had tried asking nicely but was denied. Then he tried seducing him but every time he tried to touch his area he was smacked away. Neither had worked so now John was just begging.

"John, for the last time, no! Can't you wait until we are at the camping area?" Paul said not taking his eyes off the road.

"But that's miles away!!" John threw his arms in the air.

"We're in the middle of fucking bear country!" Paul exclaimed taking one hand off the wheel to point to a bear crossing sign.

"Paul. Now." John demanded, a very serious look in his eye.

"Oh, okay John, why don't we do it in the road?" Paul said sarcasticlly.

"Okay."

"What!? No! I wasn't serious! We aren't fucking hippies, John! This isn't the 1960's!"

"Hippies sound so cool..." John said quietly looking out the car window.

"Isn't it illegal to have sex on anything owned by the government anyway?"

"I don't know... I'll google it," John pulled out his smart phone, typing in the question at hand.

"Seriously?" Paul couldn't beleive him, although it was kind of funny.

"It says it is. Now I just want to do it more!"

"John, I'm not doing that." The rule following, non-risk-taking, half of the couple shook his head.

"Paul, pull the damned car over!"

"You're so demanding when you're horny, oh my God," Paul laughed.

"Ugh..." John turned on the radio, only to get static. " Damnit, why did we even have to come out here? George and Ringo know we're not out doors-y people..."

"John its important to them... besides, it cant be that bad..."

~about 5 mins later~

"Are we there yet?"

"I'm not playing this game. And we still have an hour to go. "

"... I know another game we could play..."

"I spy?" Paul asked dumbly.

"Noo. Paul, pull over. Now."

"We can't just do it in the road..."

"Why not? No one will be watching us!"

"I'll get a bruise, I'm sure!"

"Then I'll just have a wank here in the car!"

Paul threw John a look that he had never seen before and hoped he would never see again. If that look could kill, John would be nothing more than a stain on the car seat right now. "You are NOT whacking it in my car."

"Well what do you expect me to do? You're sure not givin' me any..."

Paul clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a breif moment.

They pulled over and got out of the car.

There wasn't a single grassy spot anywhere. Just dirt, rocks, and pavement. John was sure lucky Paul loved him.

~a little while later, back in the car, with John driving~

"That was horrible..." Paul groaned rubbing his back.

"I rather enjoyed it," John smiled feeling well satisfied by Paul's lovely bum.

"You didn't have your back to the pavement," he growled.