Chronicles of Gene's Car (Short Story collection)

[[UNFINISHED-WIP recently updated]]


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1964

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     “What is it?” Ace asked, running his hand against the sleek red of the hood. “What kind, I mean- not… What kind is it?”

     “Ford mustang.” Gene replied.

     He cocked his head to get his overgrown bangs out of his eyes, opening the passenger’s door for Ace.

     “It’s pretty, do you like it?”

     “Mhm.”

     “How much was it?”

     Gene shrugged as Ace placed a foot into the car and hooked his fingers on the top to sit in the leather seating. His movements were a bit stiff, and he held his frail knees together as he sat.

     “I can sit in the back by the way, I don't want to wear the front seats out or anything. Leather is expensive I think…”

     “Seats for you.”

     Ace stared up at Gene while he lit a cigarette.

     “Huh?”

     “The seats for you.”

     “Oh- no dont say that. It’s your car.”

     “Who else is uh, sittin in it.”

     Gene sniffed before taking a step back to close the door.

     As Gene went around the front of the car, he placed a fond hand over the hood just as Ace had done. The deep glossy red was smooth against his palm, and a bit cold from the night. He placed his cig between his thick lips and took the handle of the car door. Unlike Ace, when Gene landed into the car it swayed just slightly.


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1967

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     Ace liked that Gene’s hair had been growing out, past his ears now. As the car whirred against the road, Ace studied Gene’s face. Occasionally, the burn of his cigar lit his features for Ace before slowly fading out again, leaving Ace to await the next time Gene took in a breath.

     He liked his tired eyes, prominent nose, and his lips. He liked Gene’s lips, even in youth. He thought they looked full and well shaped unlike his own, which appeared wide and ‘fish-like.’

     “Aye.” Gene's low voice interrupted. “Got somethin on my face?”

     Ace smiled just slightly, looking forward again.

     “Cmere.” Gene muttered.

     A strong hand took Ace’s jaw with gentle fingers, turning him to obediently face Gene. He could feel the heat from the cigarette between Gene’s fingers hovering against his cheek before comparably warm lips pressed against his own.

     It was brief, and the small reward sent a sharp flutter against Ace’s chest.

     The feeling was still so new to him, kissing Gene. Despite their affectionate nature even when in friendship, a kiss breached into new territory. Sometimes it made Ace happy, sometimes it made him scared.

    Tonight though, as Gene reached down to grab his crotch and adjust his jeans, it made Ace happy.


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1968

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     The ford mustang rocked back and forth, it’s windows fogged from a layer of sex.

     Pure heat surrounded Ace’s cock, gripping him and milking him with each pump. He worked himself at a decent pace, reeling his hips back to get a long stroke from Gene’s walls before he pressed back in. Gene let out an ached groan in response, tipping his head back ever so slightly.

     Gene laid just beneath Ace, his face slightly blushed and his eyes closed. Each breath had a slight growl to it. Ace could feel how his chest vibrated with each huff.

      This must have felt good for Gene. It had to if he reacted this way each time. Even now, his thighs spread apart just a bit more as though desiring deeper contact.

     Ace’s hips suddenly bucked excitedly, his skin hitting harsh against Gene and making a soft fap. Gene flinched just slightly, but there was a lack of reaction.

     “Sorry-” Ace whispered.

     Ace’s leg slipped off of the car seat again, and he adjusted himself. It would slip in another minute or so.

     Despite the way their limbs cramped and shifted to find comfortable ground, the two found Gene’s car to be the most convenient option. They had tried Gene’s room once, but both men were too cautious to find arousal.

     “Aye.” Gene muttered.

     “What's wrong?”

     “Nuthin.” Gene shifted a bit, the leather beneath them straining and squeaking. “Let me try somethin.”

     “Wait- what is it?” Ace’s whisper raised to slight talk, his heart skipping a beat.

     “Shhh…” Gene soothed, his warm hands finding Ace’s waist to slowly rub.

     Those big hands began to slide lower with each pass, making Ace tense as they passed over his backside.

     “Wait-”

     Was Gene wanting to touch him… there?

     What if he smelled bad? Would Gene be able to feel his hair there? He didn't know how to shave back there yet- he didn't know Gene wanted to try something like this. It was fine that Gene had lots of hair- his was normal. Ace’s was… something was wrong with it. It was abnormal. Did he want to top tonight? Ace would never manage to fit him.

     Gene’s hands stopped at Ace’s hips.

     Both men panted deep and slow in the dark. The car had stopped rocking and the chirping of crickets outside floated into their recognition.

     “You got a kink in your think?” Gene asked, his dark eyes now open.

     “No.”

     Gene stared at Ace, and Ace stared at Gene’s neck.

     “It’s only us, sugar.” He said, reaching up to place a hand against Ace’s cheek.

     With gentle guidance, Ace leaned down for a tender kiss. Gene did not press closer, nor did he attempt to slide his tongue into the moment. It was always
just a kiss from him.

    The same hand returned to Ace’s hips, and Gene pulled Ace deeper inside of himself. Ace let a short whimper slip as Gene then pressed his hips out. Gene had been wanting to guide him.

    “That's good, huh.” Gene sighed.

     Ace nodded, closing his eyes as his hips were led by his own best friend.

     Gene forced Ace to stay deeper, only allowing him to pull halfway out before pumping back in. Ace focused on the rough palms on his hips that guided him, feeling how firmly yet carefully Gene led him.

     Soon, the careful pattern Ace had been following turned to soft faps as Gene pressed him in harsher  Recognizing that Gene could no longer keep the quick pace he was desiring, Ace began to take control again. Gene’s hands relaxed and he spread his legs further, his head tipping back again as his breath grew heavier.

     Ace’s lower body began to shiver. He despised when his legs did that, quivering desperately as the pulsing in his cock grew heavier. He desperately wished that he could climax without all of the shaking.

     “Ah-” Ace moaned, “I’m getting-”

     “Inside,” Gene huffed. “Stay inside.”

      Ace shook his head no with closed eyes, yet continued to milk himself inside of Gene, the throbbing starting to tip over the edge. He had never stayed inside when he climaxed, he never wanted Gene to… leak.

     Did Gene want that? Why would he want that?

     Yet, Ace pressed himself deep inside as his hips excitedly quivered. He lost his voice as he reached his peak and his mouth remained just slightly open. Each shot of thick warm cum was filling Gene up, and it made Ace feel a satisfaction rather than his expected disgust.

     Ace finally let out a hot breath with a slight whimper that bordered on a cry, the poor boy becoming limp on top of Gene’s warm but damp body.

     “That's my boy.” Gene breathily muttered, mindlessly patting Ace’s back.


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1970

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     Smoke swirled between the two front seats as Rory let out a breath. Having refused to wear a seatbelt, he was perched on the middle seat leaning as far forward as he could. His shaggy hair hung down like a basset hound’s lazy ears, swaying when he would move his head.

      “No- we can’t hold hands.” Ace said, turning to look at him.

      “Aww man… What about blowies?” He replied in his raspy tone.

     “Haha-! No- no we cant-... We’re all just friends, okay?”

     “Shit, I thought we were already friends.”

     “We are-”

     “We are friends,”

     Ace and Gene briefly spoke over one another.

     For half an hour now, Ace had attempted to explain that they could not display romantic tendencies when spending Thanksgiving at the Ramsey household, to which Rory was finding great confusion.

     “Heh, friends give blowies.” He chuckled as though they were the foolish ones.

     “No- no they dont.” Ace giggled, his head shaking gently in bewilderment. “Okay- maybe we just have a no touching rule?” He asked, looking to Gene.

     “At all?” Rory asked.

     “Maybe- I don't know. Maybe when we go to bed we can, I don't know.”

     Gene blindly reached back to Rory, and the blunt was passed off to him. Rory stayed quiet for a moment as the gears worked in his head, trying to understand a new set of rules.

     “Shit…” He muttered. “What uh, what about naps?” Rory continued.

     Ace placed his head on Gene’s shoulder, giving up.

     “What about em?” Gene asked.

     “Nap time man, when we have nap time.”

     “Mm…”

     “That's considered cuddling.” Ace mumbled.

     “Fuck, your parents are real tight asses Gene.”

     “Aye, watch it.” Gene warned, passing the blunt back.


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1971

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     Ace was curled in the corner of the leather seat, his long thin arms wrapping his legs to keep them close. Gene could see wet tears making his cheek glisten when the brief flash of a streetlight slid past them.

     “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

     “I know.” Gene responded.

     Ace sniffed, then swallowed thickly. He would stay curled there in his leather seat, and Gene would not touch him. Gene faced forward with one hand on the wheel, taking rounds through the same empty roads. Tonight, Ace may begin to speak, and he may not.

     “If I didn't want to be a part of this, would you leave me to be with him?” Ace asked behind a strained voice.

      So, they would be talking, good.

     “A part of what?” Gene asked.

     “This. You, me, and him. Would you have left me if I said I didn't want to be with him too?”

     “Oh, No.”

      From the corner of Gene’s eye, Ace turned his head to look at him as though surprised. Or perhaps suspicious.

     “You wouldn't have left me?”

     “Mm… no.”

     “Then why did you want him to be with us?”

     Gene sighed slowly through his nose, his brows furrowing slightly as he thought. He had to dig into past memories and make his gears turn.

    Gene was not attracted to Rory when he first met him. Not physically, anyhow. What he recalled in that night was the smile Ace wore when around Rory, and the way his laughter was unfiltered. He was attracted to the joy Rory brought for Ace.

    “Because he made you happy.”

     Ace fell silent, but Gene knew from the way Ace sniffed shakily that tears had begun falling again. He did not look at him.

     Gene hadn't thought of that before, why he had encouraged Ace to follow his attraction to Rory. Had Ace believed Gene thought him to be inadequate as a partner?

     “I was uh,.. Already satisfied.” Gene said.

     “I’m so sorry Gene.”

     “Mm… I know.”

     “I’m sorry. We were having a good night- I don't know why I…”

     “Hey, don’t worry about it.”

      “Do you think I hurt Rory’s feelings?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the bottom of his shirt.

     “Maybe.”

     “I’m so awful.”

     “No youre not.” Gene said, reaching to place a hand on Ace’s knee. Ace allowed his touch.

     “I should apologize.”

     “Mhm.”

     “Do you think he's mad?”

     “No.” Gene chuckled.

     Ace sniffed again, leaning forward to place his chin on top of Gene’s hand. His thick knuckles pressed into the soft space just under Ace’s jaw.

     “I love you.” Gene muttered.

     “Thank you.”

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1974

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     “Two… Two beef tacos” Jobie rumbled from the back seat.

     “Hold on-” Ace replied shortly, digging through the white take-out bag.

     All of the boys leaned to the right as Gene pulled the car from the Pup’n’Taco parking lot, the tires crackling against the gravel.

     “Two. beef. Tacos.” Jobie said again.

     “I know- what did we get Rory?” Ace asked, looking to Gene.

     “A dog.” Gene replied.

     “What?”

     “Hot dog.”

     “Oh…”

     Rory laid limp in the back seat wrapped in Ace’s quilt. He passed out a half hour into the drive, and had remained that way even now. He had only awoken once when Jobie shoved him off, but cuddled into the window on his side of the car and fell back asleep.

     Poor Ace hadn't had the heart to shake him awake and ask for his order.

     “Two beef tacos.” Jobie demanded once more.

     “Aye, we were there when you ordered it. You’re gonna get your tacos.” Gene said, turning and placing his hand on the back of Ace’s seat to look at Jobie.

     Jobie shot him a glare in response.

     Gene reached out and grabbed his nose.

     “Gene- the road!” Ace yipped.

     Jobie bit at Gene’s hand, but his teeth clacked together as he missed.

     “Here, Jobie, your tacos.” Ace said, turning to pass back two foil wrapped warm lumps. Jobie, however, was looking at the back of Gene’s seat now, wishing for further attention. He raised out of his seat, his hands gripping Gene’s pecks from around the seat.

     Gene chuckled, puffing his chest out for the raughty male.

     “Oh- god Gene.” Ace scolded, “Here, you give them to him.” He said, mindlessly placing the tacos into Gene’s lap before rustling into the bag again.

     Rory began to shift, taking in a slow deep breath. He let out a tired groan, stretching out and letting his back pop. His foot pressed against Jobie’s rib before he crossed both feet on his lap.

     “Fuck man- we get food?” Rory asked, his voice groggy.

    “Yea, we got you a hotdog, is that okay?” Ace asked, turning back to look at Rory.

     “Oh hell yea man!”

     Rory sat up, soon receiving a long hotdog wrapped tightly in foil. He returned the favor by stealing a kiss on the cheek, making Ace smile as he looked back into the bag.

     “Aye sit down crazy,” Rory said, putting his feet back on Jobie’s lap as he began to unwrap his meal.

     Jobie sat, a smile stretching his mouth as Gene tossed one of his tacos back.

Gene reached to Ace’s thigh, giving it a small squeeze and then a gentle shake.

     “Get your food.”

    “Well- hold on, here's your burger.” Ace replied.

     “I’ll eat when Jobie needs a gas station. Get your food.”

     “But It’ll get cold”

     “It’s got foil,” Gene leaned over, stealing a brief kiss from Ace. “Get your food sugar.”

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1975

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     Gene’s palm rested on blonde locks, all six fingers buried into the cream strands. His hand lowered and raised with William’s head, William's mouth latched around Gene’s thick cock. Of all men, William found Gene to be a stretch for his jaw. Though his length was considered average, his girth made wrapping his lips around him challenging.

     The car whirred as Gene drove, though he focused instead on the squelch of his thick tip delving into William’s throat.

     “Mm-” Gene grunted, shifted his hips against the worn leather beneath him.

     He opened his thighs ever so slightly, giving William’s soft locks a slight grip. Though, he was gentle enough not to yank.

     William seemed to recognize his heightened sensitivity, his pace growing quicker despite the ache in his jaw.

     Gene’s hand tightened around the wheel, his knuckles pressing and whitening his skin. He let out a low tender groan, letting go of William’s hair to prevent forcing him down.

     “Fuck,” He whispered, pure pleasure twitching through his cock.

     William stayed obediently wrapped around Gene’s length, keeping his lips tight as he slowly raised his head to collect all he could. He swallowed, then popped off of the relaxing cock he just soothed.

     “My dear, how I adore you.” The bottle blonde whispered, leaning in to press soft breathy pecks to Gene’s hot neck.

     Gene reached up and slid his hand in William's hair, petting his head.

     “Aye, let me give you a good one.” Gene said, then cleared his throat.

     “Sweet thing..” William muttered by the larger male’s ear, his hand toying with Gene’s balls. “How about I draw us a bath when we’re home?”

     “Mm… alright.”

     “Then you can play with me, my love.”

     “Yea, alright.” Gene chuckled.

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1975

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     “Wait- don't go.” Ace turned, jogging back to the opened window of the car. “I don’t know- would you have time to take me home?”

     Gene glanced down at his watch, letting out a slow sigh through his nose.

     “Mm.. I don't think so.” He muttered.

     He looked up to Ace, those green eyes reflecting the worrisome scatter of words in his head.

     “Aye,” Gene said, reaching his hand out for Ace, who glanced left and right before accepting the gesture. “You’re havin a bad time, you call me. I’ll come get you.”

     “Okay...really?” Ace replied. “I just- I don't want them to think it's odd that I came alone.”

     “Mm…”

     “Well, I could always just come with you to work.” Ace said with his sweet smile, though he was unconfident in his persuasion. 

     “Oh yea?” Gene chuckled, reaching up to playfully pinch his cheek. “Not today sugar.”