On the Road (Audio Script)

Stories

“So that’s your answer?

You would just… build a half-pipe?

In your backyard?”

“Yeah, what?

Why’s that weird?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—the question, in case you forgot, is what would you do with ten million dollars.

You’re handed ten million dollars and that’s what you would do?”

“Yeah!

I’d quit my job at the restaurant and just skate all day.”

“Wow, man.

You’d leave us working doubles at that place while you go skate?”

“I mean… yeah…”

“How much does a half-pipe even cost?

It’s just concrete.

What would you do with the rest of the 9 million?”

“Um… put it in savings?”

“You are so bad at this game.

Evan, what would you do?”

I glance in the rearview mirror and… you’re looking at me again.

It’s happened… three? Maybe four times today.

Ever so often I’ll glance up to find you staring back at me, looking at the reflection of my eyes for just a moment…

I mean, we’ve been in the car for almost five hours now, so it’s possible it’s just a coincidence, but… I don’t know.

You’re stretched out along the platform bench in the back with your head in Micah’s lap, hair pulled up on top of your head in a messy bun.

Before this trip, I had never seen you out of your work clothes.

Seeing you in just a cropped muscle shirt and a pair of denim shorts… I never realized you had so many freckles.

“Skip this card, I want another question.”

“Hold on, I want to hear his answer.”

“Um…

I would… buy… a boat.

No, no, a houseboat.”

“Okay, both of you are bad at this.

I’m done with this game.”

I was honestly a little worried about coming on this trip with you two, but it’s been good so far.

Five days on the road with my co-workers seemed a little… risky.

I was kind of worried that we’d get sick of each other being in such a small space, but it’s amazing what you’ve done to this camper van.

I mean, it somehow has a kitchen counter, a table that folds out from the wall, and somehow sleeps three.

I see why you talk about it all the time now.

The three of us, we’re more than just co-workers I guess—we’re good friends, but we don’t really see each other outside of work often.

We just have this dynamic on the job that’s kind of… special.

I don’t really know how to describe it.

It’s like we’re always in sync.

Like we know what the other is going to say before it’s said.

There’s also something up with you two.

I don’t think you’re dating, but… I’ve seen you being sort of intimate with each other behind the bar.

Caught you sneaking off during breaks at the restaurant to make out in the alley a couple of times, too.

“Hey man, what’s your GPS say?

How much longer till we’re in Moab?”

“Um… about two and a half more hours.”

“I’m so ready to get there.”

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

I look up in the mirror again as I change lanes and…

Seriously?

You guys are seriously going to make out in the backseat while I’m driving?

Am I supposed to just pretend I don’t notice?

Maybe I should turn the music up…

I look in the rearview mirror again.

I didn’t really mean to, but… I have to, I’m driving.

You’re facing him now, your legs splayed across his lap.

His hand is on your thigh, squeezing a little.

It’s a lazy kiss, slow like you both want more, but you’re holding back.

Fuck, I know I shouldn’t…

but I can’t help looking.

You’re… I really like you.

As a friend.

But… you’re also… I feel like you give me signals sometimes.

“Come here…”

Oh, damn it, you just caught me looking again.

But… you keep kissing him.

While your eyes are on mine through the mirror.

I’m trying to give you guys privacy, but…

it’s like you… want me to see.

You want me to watch you and him together or something…

I try to stay focused on the road, but…

You keep making these sounds… these little moans.

Just… need to keep my eyes on the road…

I bite down on my lip and try to keep my mind from wandering.

You’re my friend.

And Micah’s my friend.

I should not be… getting hard right now, but…

I am.

I look down and…

Shit, it’s getting kind of obvious.

Fuck… I can’t let either of you see.

I try to focus on the white stripes painted on the road… on the sound of the rubber against the asphalt.

Anything but those little breaths and monas you keep making…

“Shh, hey, hey…”

You pull away from the kiss and lean forward into the front seat.

Shit, shit, if you see that I’m hard right now, it’s going to be so awkward.

“Hey.”

“Uh, hey.”

“How you doing up here?”

You adjust the AC on the front panel with a few quick movements of your hand.

You’re close to me, so close I can smell the sunscreen on your skin.

“Fine.”

“Yeah?

Just fine?”

I feel your eyes on me, moving from my face down to my lap where my hand is just barely covering my cock pressing up against my jeans.

Fuck…

For a few moments, you just… look at me.

I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road, but you seem… amused if anything, so… that’s a good sign.

I look away from the road just for a second and you’re still staring at me, smiling.

So… I guess… you’re not mad…

Am I projecting or are you… kind of into it?

I try not to look in the mirror more than once as you get settled in the backseat again.

You sit with your bare legs draped across Micah’s lap and he’s quick to slip his arm around your shoulders and draw you in close to him.

You’re kissing again… harder this time.

More… intense.

Like you’re not trying to hide it anymore.

My cock is starting to throb…

I can feel it under my palm… and I can’t help but squeeze it a little.

Those soft… breathy moans you’re making while he pushes his tongue in your mouth…

I don’t know what this is or why you’re doing it, but I want to know where this is going.

I look in the mirror again.

I can’t help myself.

You’re looking at me while you kiss him, making sure I’m watching.

“Hey.

What’re you…?”

“I want him to watch.”