(( Warning: Yaoi. Scotland/England, Scott/Arthur. <3 ))
I've been driving this cab for almost twenty years, mostly around these parts of London. Thought I'd seen it all. Did you know I once had a guy bring his dog in here? Can you believe that? Damn dog jumps into the back seat and then decides to jump out the window at 45 miles an hour. The guy didn't even blink. He just tells me, "I never liked that dog anyway!" You believe that? I tell ya, I get all kinds in here. But the most incredible time was when these two flagged me down the other day.
I'll never forget those two. The somewhat shorter one with blonde hair and the other's fire red. Both incredible green eyes you could feel poking in your back, and both obviously drank too much. So they flag me down and I pull over. They jump in the back, laughing and having the time of their lives. I look at the redhead in the rearview mirror and ask him where he's from. You know, just to make conversation. He says, ''Edinburgh'', with an accent that probably has to do with his hometown. That, or just because he's drunk.
Then I ask, where to? And the blonde says, ''Just drive.''
I've been in this business long enough to know that if you want a good tip, you just keep your eyes looking straight ahead and don't ask questions. So that's what I do. I switch on the radio. I figure a little melody just to break the quiet, ya know?
So the blonde pipes up from the back. He's looking at my license, sees my name and says, "John, you know a place where we can get a decent whiskey?" And I tell him, yeah, sure. I've been in the business for a long time, so I know all the good places. Then he says, all out of the blue "John, my name is Arthur and this is Scott. John, did you know that Scott has the most beautiful chest I've ever licked?"
Well, by now, he's laughing. Scott is laughing. But I gotta tell ya, I'm beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. So there we are, cruising along at 45 miles an hour. I'm looking straight ahead, but in the rear view mirror, I see Scott diving down, completely out of view. Next thing I know, Arthur's clothes are starting to come flying over into the front seat. I kid you not. And they're giggling and laughing the whole time.
So we're driving and mind you, it was pretty cold that day, so the windows are starting to steam up and the next thing that comes over the front seat is Scott's shirt. Well, now I know some funny stuff is going on, so I'm about to look in the rear view mirror again, but as I turn, Arthur's foot hits me in the head. I mean, he's spread eagle in the back seat and Scott is going at him like a mad dog licking up a bowl of milk. I mean, this guy is tonguing the blonde between the legs and he's on cloud nine, moaning the redhead's name. Arthur's got one leg behind my head and the other resting on top of the back seat, clear on the other side of the cab. He's got nothing on, totally naked except for his tie and watch.
Meanwhile, Scott is going at him like a house on fire. He's on his knees, running his tongue all over Arthur's body, stuffing each nipple into his mouth and sucking like a starved baby. The blonde's on his back, practically yelling into my ear, "Suck my dick more, Scott! Suck it!" which, of course, he wastes no time in doing.
So now we're on the highway doing sixty with the windows completely fogged and Scott is sucking on the blonde, who's screaming how he's about to come and I'm trying to keep the cab on the road.
The redhead's licking and sucking and grunting and biting the other. To be honest, it's getting pretty warm in there. But that don't stop Scott. Right around the midtown exit, he strips completely naked, leans back, looks straight at the other with eyes clouded with lust and begins plunging his cock into Arthur. I mean, these two start going at it like two crazed dogs. Pumping and humping like there's no tomorrow. Scott gives him two short strokes, then bangs him with three really deep ones, real hard. Then two more short strokes. I could hear the juices squishing and constant thumping in the back seat. But I don't say nothing.
By the time we reach uptown, both of them are writhing around the back seat. Arthur is sliding around on the leather and Scott is just hammering away, grunting like a bear. Now we're doing about eighty.
Arthur is screaming that he's about to come and even Scott is beginning to crack. I could tell, because his eyes were completely shut and his rythm becomes unsteady.
So now Arthur starts coming, begging Scott to ram him even harder, which he does. Wham, wham, wham, wham his hips slapping against the others cheeks. Then, all of a sudden, Scott backs up a little and spreads the others legs real wide, and moves them up over his blonde hair. I get a full view of the scene, little beads of sweat rolling down shaking thighs. Scott leans over to messily kiss the other, while ramming right back into him, harder and deeper than before. Their moaning in between their panting becomes higher pitched and shortly after, Arthur arches his back, gripping onto the leather of the backseat and yells out the others name. Scott follows suit, moaning against the pulse in the others neck.
Then the blonde collapses. Then the redhead collapses.
And that, officer, is pretty much how the accident happened.