Bathroom Breaks

Title: Bathroom Breaks
Author: Sann M
Pairing: Beck-Travis
Summary: Fantasy sex...
Warning: FRAO (aka NC-17)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything... I just like to move others around on my chess board.
Reviews Please! Pretty please.


Travis sighed under his breath, annoyed with the behemoth counting impatiently behind him. Thirty seconds to pee, it took him that long to shake it off. “I can’t get it out.”

“17...16...”

Travis bounced a few more feeble times, his balls scraping roughly against the zipper with each hop. “Listen, I can’t pee until I get it out.” He moaned, glancing back at the dark mountain. His eyes squelched up in rage, while he reached the single digits. Face twisted in anger, while adding a foot tap to the mix. He was getting angry.

“3...2...” He barked, clenching his jaw as one remained silently in the air.

“Fine, if you want me to smell like piss the…” The blonde man turned back, deciding to just swallow his pride and do what he hadn’t done since he was six. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, his mind wondered to streams, the sea, a nice cold beer. He was just about there when he felt a hot pull of flesh cover his back, muscles touching every sweat cooled muscle.

“Don’t look at me, don’t even open your eyes.” It hissed, jerking apart the button until his pants fell to a low crumple at his knees. Underwear was a privilege in this part of the country, a luxury that he could no longer afford on his meager budget. A aggravate grunt sounding behind him at the sight, then hot skin yanking from his not chilly back. “PEE!”

Little Travis was not co-operating with the demand, hanging flaccidly between his legs. Maybe it was the fact he would only drench his pants further this way was holding it back. “I can’t. I’ll piss all over my pants still.”

“Take them off then.”

“How am I suppose to take off my pants when my…”

The black hair giant growled, shocking him by yanking the pants to his ankles. “Now, just do it.” His breath was warm against Travis clenched ass cheeks. “Or piss on yourself.”

The blonde squeezed his eyes shut further, picturing a cold glass of beer (a endangered feast in the outback), the stream he use to run by as a kid, his first sight of the ocean. Hot yellow liquid poured from him, splashing against the leaves in a satisfy gush. Second after second he released his bladder until he began to wonder if a full minute had passed.

It dripped to stop, only splotching a few places on his jeans when the giant yanked them up. “Done.” He growled, leaving Travis with a denim wedgies. Opening his eyes with several blinks, he surveyed the damage.

“Am I suppose to hold them up with the crack of my ass?” The pants already low riding his hips, and only stayed that high due to his clenching efforts.

The mammoth turned, eyeing the blonde’s back with mutinous intent. “Fine.” He barked, walking up to circle his arms around to close to button. It was not that simple, his thick fingers fumbling with the tiny hole until he gave a exasperated growl. The thoughts of just leaving him naked waist down was tempting until he thought of the hundreds of insects that could kill you in this country.

“You could let me have my hands for a minute and…”

The giant yanked the pants back up from his upper thighs, feeling awkward of having Travis bare ass rubbing just below his crotch. He maybe horny, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it rip in the middle of nowhere with this annoying little shit.

Travis gave a soft hiss, bending his head forward. His dick was caught in the fly of his pants, being scrapped roughly between. Beck let the waistband drop seeing Little Travis centimeters from his knuckles, which seemed to have noticed. Rising up slightly from its soften state, making the task impossible without touching the six inch pole. “I…” He squeaked, feeling the effects of seven sexless months. Girlfriend his ass.

“Close your eyes, and if you ever…EVER mention this, I will snap your neck. We clear?” He wasn’t going to think about it, it’s not like Beck was a virgin to other guys cocks.

Travis squeezed his eyes shut, humming in his throat in a nervous manner. The thought of a guy touching his cock, while new, wasn’t the nerve wrecking part. Instead, he was thinking how the hell was he suppose to zip with a erection from hell. Pants weren’t meant to be loose in the outback, more room for bugs/animals.

Beck took a deep steadying breath, grabbing the half ridge penis. Holding the pants with one hand, he pushed against the flesh until he was able, he thought, to get the button to close. His hands jumped to work but the cock just bobbed in the way, making the task impossible. “Just let my hands…”

“Shut up.” He growled against his ear, trying to concentrate on the task. After several failed attempt, and one very close call he let the pants drop to Travis’s knees again. Their was only one way, without letting him have a few fumbling escape attempts. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it hundreds of times, to himself and others but this was a prisoner.

“Just let my hands go for two minutes and I can zip them.” Travis whined, turning back to the giant chest. His eyes quickly turning back, realizing his eyes were open without the giant's permission.

“No.” He grumbled, pulling the smaller shoulder against him. “I…” Deciding not to discuss it, he dived in hand first. The pumping was not slow, or luxurious but economic. Quick, much like his stress relief sessions.

Travis gave a soft squeak, fighting against the hand. He wasn’t going to get jerked off by a giant in middle of the jungle, just so he could button his pants. Little Travis on the other hand was delighting in the soft feel, instead of the calluses of his own hand. The movements were jerky, but not uncomforting.

Beck stared off into the jungle bush, trying to ignore the way his pants bulged up or the manner at which his hips rocked into the cool back. Giving him enough pressure to make his body flow with a buzzing pleasure.

“Massage my balls.” Travis wasn’t sure if it was the stiff bulge rubbing against his lower back, or the fact that the hand had slowed to a breath taking massage but he found the demand blooming out his lips.

Beck's mind was more on autopilot then thought, allowing his fingers to follows demands. Both hands went to work, in a more pleasing nature. His hips urged forward until Travis was rocking with his beat, his head lulled back against the massive shoulder.

Beck body ached for pleasure, not the nightmare of the outback. His lips finding the neck, sucking utnil he longed to remove his boxer briefs. To take the tiny ass beneath his groin, plowing in utnil he had found peace in this shithole.

Travis fingers frantically reached for the bulge, enjoying the radiating heat it emitted with every brush. His arms burning with every movement, until he was rewarded with a strangled cry against his neck. The thick package going still only for a second, before teeth scrapped ruthlessly against his juggler.

His fingers tightened on Travis's engorged flesh, wishing he had a warm carpet beneath his feet instead of pee soaked leaves. The thought of tasting the flesh after such a long drought, made his mouth take up the earlobe with annoyed revenge.

“Faster.” Travis moaned, squeezing the thickened pole through silky material.

Panting like a animal, Beck took his experienced hands into a more rapid pace. Enjoying the crying sob stuck within Travis’s throat. Allowing his body to jerk harder against the bound hands, until the blonde was being violated at every second. His tongue hungered for more, a desert to appease his robust appetite. “Come Travis.” He growled, speeding his thrust utnil the boy was speeding into a oblivion. “I want to eat your…”

“Ahh.” Travis cried, supplying a palm full of milky white champagne. Body tensing in a wild spasms, while one arm wrapped around his hips to hold balance for his jelly legs. His cock being violated in a delicious manner until he finally collapsed fully against the arm. Legs hanging limply, head lulled forward while a delirious smile plastered itself to his lips. His hands squeezing tightly, but not receiving the same happy response. He started to drop his hands but the persistent rock refused to give up their company.

Raising the enticing handful of sperm to his lips, he feasted on the small offering without fear. Lapping at his palm, while his body still searched for release. The fingers trying to please in any way; finally he had licked the last drop and his body spilled forth. His hand reaching forward to touch a tree, to balance himself and the bundle held by his arm.

“TRAVIS!” It was oddly exciting to hear a male voice screaming his name, while the birds squawked away in fright.

Beck took several gasping breaths, enjoying the silvery feeling of afterglow. He hadn’t meant to enjoy this task, just get business done. Trying his best, he pushed off the tree but body rocked forward until he was ready for full strength.

Travis legs mewed beneath him, much like the rest of his body. The giant leaned against him heavily, breathing into his shoulder. “I…” His mouth clamped shut, realizing a spell seemed to shatter with one little word. The man straightened, body ridge in a non muscular way.

Beck felt a wash of annoyance wash over him, realizing what he had just done. Self control had been a very prominent trait in him, but he allowed that the brush away with a little pressure. Leaning down, ignoring the taunt ass, and luscious musk of sex he yanked up the jeans. Tucking away the cock that was now happily flaccid again.

“Thanks.” Travis mumbled, pulling away from the bulk behind him.

“If you tell anyone, you won’t have to worry about your father.” Beck warned, with less feeling then he would like. “I’ll kill you myself.”

“Is that before or after I take a piss.” Travis smirked, cockily strolling ahead of his capture.

“No more bathroom breaks.” Beck growled, following the annoying little piss ant.