Through The Eyes Of

Rest Stop

Slash

I woke up to someone pounding on the door to the motel room where Duff and I are still passed out. After walking so far yesterday in the blazing heat we were both so exhausted that we fell asleep by 9:30 last night. I don't know where this thing between us is headed but I do know that the blowjob he gave me last night was fucking amazing! This whole thing with Duff has me so excited; I'd wanted to experience these things with another guy for so long but I'd been too afraid to ever try anything or show any interest before. But these guys they don't care who the fuck knows they swing both ways and they're not all girly and glammed out like a lot of the guys on the strip; they're men all the way through. Drinking, fighting, fucking whoever they wanted men; and now I was one of them.

The banging on the door continued. Fuck I hoped it wasn't the cops or hotel management. I climbed out of the double bed I was sleeping in which was closest to the door and walked over and looked through the peephole. Thank fucking god it's just Izzy. I open the door and he tosses a bag at me. I manage to catch the thing and Izzy gives me one of those sideways smirks of his. "Breakfast, most important meal of the day. We're leaving here in an hour, I found a trucker that's agreed to drive us as far as Oregon," he says and throws his cigarette butt down on the concrete and stubs it out.

"Cool, what do we owe you for breakfast?" I ask him.

"Buy me dinner," he answered. "Sounded like you two had a good night last night huh kid?" he chuckled and went next door to bang on Steven's door. He looked back at me and my bright red face and smirked again. "I'll see you in an hour," he says and turns around to hand Stevie the bag.

I step back into our room and shut the door. Duff looks up from his bed. "Was that Izzy?" he asks looking out from under the pillow he had thrown over his face to block out the sun's blinding rays.

"Yeah, he brought us breakfast, said we're leaving in an hour," I tell him and sit down on the bed beside him. We'd slept in separate beds last night even though we'd spent the evening fooling around and exchanging blow jobs; we both just needed to spread out and relax after the hell of yesterday. I rummage in the bag and come up with two Egg McMuffins. Duff sits up and pulls a cigarette from his pack on the night table and lights it. I hand him one of the sandwiches. "I'll go put some water in our cups and then I'm gonna jump in the shower and wash off before we go, who knows when I'll get another one."

"Yeah, I'll get in after you," he says and reaches up and brushes my curls out of my face. "There are those beautiful eyes, you shouldn't hide them." He smiles at me and I smile back and then lean down and kiss him. He sighs contentedly against my mouth and he kisses me back sweetly and then pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. "You'd better go get in the shower Curly Sue before I get a hold of you or we won't be out of here in an hour, if get my hands on you might not get out of here for days."

I twine my fingers into his blonde wavy hair and pull him back up to my lips. "Guess I had better keep you waiting then," I whisper and stand up and move away from him into the bathroom.

"You're killing me babe," he groans from the bed as he fights to hold onto my finger tips and I slip away from him grinning.

We meet Izzy and the others up near the front of the hotel next to a large, black 18 –wheeler. There's another guy with them that I'm guessing is the driver a big, older guy with a ponytail. He seems to be nice enough but when he lays eyes on me he gets a funny look on his face. Something about that look creeps me out; it was almost predatory but it happened so quickly it's hard to be sure I even saw it. but when I looked over towards Izzy he was looking at the guy warily too, like he had seen the same thing I'd seen.

We all climbed into the truck and somehow I ended up in the passenger seat with the other guys lounging in the sleeping compartment behind me; when I turn to the left I notice that Izzy's leaning up against his bag behind the driver's seat where he can keep an eye on me at all times. We exchange a look that says he's got my back and that he's keeping his eyes on me and it makes me feel safer. The driver, whose name is Dave, seems to be an easygoing guy; letting me fool with the radio and the CB. He talks to us about the band and where we grew up and his own kids and I start to forget about the creepy feeling I had when I first met the guy. I glance back at Izzy after a while and the rocking of the wheels has lulled him into sleep, Axl's dozing on his chest; maybe he'd gotten over it too. Maybe we had been wrong, maybe the guy wasn't looking at me like I was a piece of meat when he first laid eyes on me. The vibrations of the truck are doing their work on me as well and I start drifting into a light sleep. I'm the only one who wakes up when we pull over.