prompt fill for anonymous who said: Fic idea of an amusement park date between Robert and Joseph and Robert finds out Joseph is terrified of roller coasters while Robert is an adrenaline junkie. Bonus if they end up fucking in the bathroom stall somehow…..
“You don’t gotta hang on so tight, I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Robert tugs up on the metal bar across their laps for emphasis, using the hand not currently locked in Joseph’s vice-like grip. Joseph doesn’t relax an inch; back ramrod straight, staring fixedly ahead, clutching Robert’s hand for dear life. They aren’t even moving. “Joe?”
Joseph glances over quickly, snapping back to attention in the blink of an eye. He’s looking at the mouth of the ride’s tunnel like it’s the gaping jaws of death. Robert is trying really hard not to laugh at him.
“Baby, it’s a kiddie roller coaster,” Robert tries again, amusement bleeding into his caring tone. “It doesn’t go upside down or fast or anything. It’s lame,” he adds, a little disappointed. He hadn’t know about Joseph’s apparent crippling fear of anything fast and fun, or he never would have brought him to Six Flags. Robert had thought it would be a change from their usual dates, which mostly consisted of getting drunk and fucking on Joseph’s boat. It’s hard to get romantic when one of you has a passel of kids hanging around. And Robert had also thought it’d be fun to go on the rides Joseph wouldn’t be able to if the kids were there. Except apparently Joseph is worse than any kid. Robert would bet his best knife that the twins would ride Fireball with him. Joseph, on the other hand, had taken one look at the seven-story inverted coaster and turned an interesting mix of white and green.
So now they’re over in kiddie land, two grown men sticking out like a sore thumb among the throngs of over-excited, over-sugared brats eager to get their first taste of a real roller coaster, even though CatWoman Whip is barely a step up from the train rides you can take at the mall. But Joseph is acting like they’re getting ready to go over Niagra Falls and their barrel’s sprung a leak.
“You’re sure we can’t ask them to move us to the back?” Joseph asks, barely opening his mouth, like he thinks he’ll be sick if he gets carried away. Robert almost wants to ask them if he can move away from Joseph.
“There ain’t no difference between back and front,” Robert tells him flatly, squeezing his hand. “This ride barely gets off the ground, hun. You’re not gonna be starin’ over the edge of a death-defying precipice or whatever you’re scared of.”
“I’m not scared,” Joseph insists, with a tremor in his voice. “I get motion sick, I told you.”
“Funny how you’ve never mentioned it in all the hours we’ve spent on your boat. You know, out on open water? In constant motion? Rocking?”
Joseph ignores him, eyes widening in alarm as they finally jolt into movement. He pulls Robert’s hand into his lap, clutching it with both of his own now, nails digging furrows into Robert’s palm and wrist. He’s trembling, slightly.
“Joseph,” Robert laughs, shaking him off to wrap an arm around his shoulders instead. Joseph’s hands shoot back up to catch his, pulling Robert as close as he can get from his bucket seat. “It only goes 22 miles an hour! You could ride your skateboard faster.”
“Only downhill,” Joseph says, shrilly. “And I don’t go downhill. There’s a reason I don’t go downhill, Robert!”
Robert just laughs again, stroking the back of Joseph’s hand soothingly with his thumb. Around them, kids giggle and shriek and carry on, this being one of the bigger rides they qualify for without a guardian, leaving them free to act up in a way kids only do when they’re surrounded by other kids. Normally, Joseph would be encouraging them, making friends and learning names. He’s a kid-magnet. They flock to him.
Now, they’re quietly making fun of the large, terrified man with the large, amused companion in the front cart. Robert can hear them whispering, imagines the conversations taking place behind grubby little hands. Joseph is oblivious to anything but the track in front of them.
Joseph doesn’t loosen his grip the entire ride. He clings to Robert, stretching over to bury his face in the older man’s neck. He’s breathing fast, practically panting into Robert’s ear. He lets out a little gasp or whimper with every turn, and Robert is loath to admit it’s not not affecting him. Joseph’s fear isn’t supposed to turn him on. But there’s something about Joseph needing him to protect and comfort him, something base and primitive and ridiculous, but something all the same. Something that makes Robert shift in his seat. He’s glad for the wind generated by the ride, cooling his suddenly flushed face.
The ride lasts all of a minute, but Joseph looks like he’s run a triathlon when they reach the end. Sweat dots his forehead and darkens the neck of his polo. He’s still too pale, which only serves to highlight the redness of his bitten lip. His eyes are still wide, nostrils flared with his continued labored breathing. Fuck, he’s hot.
Robert shifts again, uncomfortably. He conjures the least sexy images he can think of, unwilling to climb out of this ride with a hard on, especially considering the number of kids around them. Some well-meaning parent would probably beat the shit out of him.
“You lived,” he says to Joseph, offering him a strained smile. “Doin’ okay?”
“I lived,” Joseph replies, haughty. He shrugs Robert’s arm off, annoyance bleeding through now that he doesn’t need Robert’s comfort. “You are not allowed to make fun of me. I told you I didn-”
Robert leans in to kiss him, ignoring the sullen, indifferent teenager trying to lift the bar to free them from the ride. He kisses Joseph briefly, twice for good measure, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip in apology. Joseph’s got a little color back now, high in his cheeks.
“C’mon, before they send us around again.”
Joseph scrambles away at that, giving a laughing Robert a good look at his perfect ass as he clambers over the side of the ride. Robert would smack him, if they weren’t in public. At least, if they weren’t in front of the children.
Robert follows more slowly, taking the hand Joseph offers to pull him up. When did he get so damn old?
“So, what now?” Joseph asks, with a hint of trepidation. He keeps Robert’s hand, tucking himself close to his side. Robert leads him carefully through the hoards of families scattered around the park, finally finding a secluded bench hidden away in the designated smoking area. They sit, still pressed close, and Robert pulls out his cigarettes.
“Want one?” he offers, tipping the pack towards Joseph. “It’ll calm your nerves.”
Robert almost falls off the bench when Joseph accepts, plucking one free and popping it in his mouth without a word. He looks expectantly at Robert until he recovers, fumbling his lighter out of his pocket and bringing it to Joseph’s mouth. Joseph breathes in, carefully, and the sight of his plush mouth wrapped around one of Robert’s Marlboros is not doing anything to quell Robert’s persistent libido.
“Don’t inhale,” Robert says, too late. Joseph coughs, waving Robert away when goes to take the cigarette back.
“I’m fine, I got it,” Joseph insists, a little hoarsely. “It’s just been a while.” He takes a couple drags under Robert’s attentive gaze, smiling slightly when he catches his eye. “Thanks,” he says, finally, handing the dart over. Robert takes a few slow pulls of his own, imagining he can taste Joseph in the paper, smoke curling out around a subtle smile when Joseph watches him back.
“Anything in particular you wanna do next?” Robert asks, leaning back against the bench and stretching his legs out in front of him. Joseph rests a hand on his thigh, index finger tracing the seam of his cargo pants. He’s frowning, mouth pulled into a petulant but adorable pout. Robert likes Joseph when he’s a little bratty.
“Not really,” Joseph answers bluntly, fingers digging harder into the meat of Robert’s thigh. Not that there’s much meat to be had. Still, the pressure feels nice. “Why?” he asks, shooting Robert a suspicious look. “Is there something you had in mind?
Robert shrugs, carefully, not meeting Joseph’s eye. “I had a couple thoughts,” he hedges, taking another deep drag, letting Joseph sweat it out for a minute. “If you’re interested.”
Joseph narrows his eyes, sensing Robert’s tone. “Such as?”
Robert gives him a significant look, raising his eyebrows. Joseph huffs a disbelieving breath, but his grip tightens.
“Seriously?” he says, glancing around. They’re relatively isolated, but the noise and bustle of the rest of the park is only steps away. “Here?”
“Doesn’t have to be exactly here,” Robert says, shrugging. “Just a thought.”
“You just come up with it or?”
Robert shrugs again, a little less casually. “Been thinking about it. You know, you were gettin’ real close on that ride.” He smiles over at Joseph, cigarette between his teeth. “You bein’ all needy and shit gets me hot.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Joseph tells him, but Robert recognizes the dark look in his eyes. “And I wasn’t being ‘needy’. Holding your hand isn’t neediness.”
Robert scoots closer on the bench, turning so they’re mostly facing each other. He matches the hand on his thigh with one of his own on Joseph’s, sliding up slowly. “Yeah? You wanna show me what needy looks like, then?” His fingers have found the fly of Joseph’s khakis, and the burgeoning hardness beneath it tells him everything he needs to know. “Yeah?” he says again, a little surprised. Joseph glares at him. Robert grins. “The ride get you hot and bothered, too? You get off on danger, Joe? Staring death in the face like that?”
“God, shut up,” Joseph whines, jerking his head away when Robert goes to kiss him. “I told you you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”
“If I can’t, who can?” Robert asks, lips finding Joseph’s jaw instead, undeterred. “I’m down for anything that turns you on, baby.”
“I wish you wouldn’t keep trying to find things here,” Joseph complains, still not doing anything to stop Robert’s questing fingers.
“There’s a bathroom about 20 yards back.”
Robert barely gets the words out before Joseph is yanking him to his feet. Robert manages to aim the burnt-out cigarette for the receptacle before Joseph drags him away, stumbling a little in their headiness. Robert knows they’re drawing looks. He doesn’t care.
Joseph seems even less concerned with the scene they’re making. He practically forces Robert through the door of the family restroom, slamming and locking it behind them. He spins around to look for Robert, who’s lounging against the far wall.
“Now what happens when some poor, stressed out parent comes banging on that door with a pack of kids in tow?” Robert teases, letting Joseph press him back into the handrail that borders the room.
“How many languages do you know how to say ‘occupied’ in?” Joseph asks, leaning in to kiss Robert below the ear. He bites a little, just enough to get Robert’s breath hitching.
“As many as it takes to get them to fuck off.”
Joseph laughs, pulling away to yank his shirt over his head, his normally perfect hair standing up in a blond halo for just a second. “I think ‘fuck off’ is universal,” he says, conversationally, like he isn’t busy stripping Robert out of his pants in a bathroom in the middle of a family-friendly theme park. “Lead with that.”
“Before you turn loose of those, there’s a condom and a packet of lube in my wallet,” Robert advises him, pulling his own shirt over his head. There’ll be time for slow undressing of each other and teasing touches to newly exposed skin later. Right now, Robert needs to satisfy his desire for speed, and if Joseph isn’t going to let him go on any real rides today, he’s gonna take what he can get.
“Do I want to know why you felt it necessary to stock up before bringing me here?”
Robert grins, watching Joseph tear open the lube without any hesitation, holding a hand out for Robert’s own. “I wasn’t sure if places like this still have the Tunnel of Love. I wanted to be prepared,” he tells Joseph, rubbing his freshly lubed fingers together to warm them up a little.
“You’re ridiculous,” Joseph says again, turning away to brace his hands on the edge of the sink. He watches Robert in the mirror, stretching to show off a little. Robert runs his clean hand slowly up over his ass, along the indent of his spine to rest between his shoulderblades, forcing him lower and exaggerating the arch of his back.
“Spread your legs a little more,” Robert says, voice low. Joseph complies immediately, recognizing the relative urgency of this encounter. Still, despite the time limit, Robert takes a few seconds just to look at him, the smooth expanse of his back, the smattering of freckles on his shoulders, the perfect fullness of his ass. “If we were literally anywhere else, I’d eat you out til you cried.”
Joseph moans, softly, pressing back into Robert’s touch as he wastes no time easing two fingers into him. “Trying to make me needy?” he pants, meeting the movements of Robert’s hand with abandon.
Robert stills his hand, watching in amusement when Joseph continues to move against him. “I don’t have to try and do anything. You get there all on your own.”
“Would you just hurry up?” Joseph snaps, a touch desperately. He tries to straighten up a little, gain more leverage, but Robert presses him back down. “Robert. Please?”
“You think you’re ready?” Robert checks, scissoring his fingers to test the stretch. It’s tight, but not unbearably so. He could be ready.
Joseph meets his eye in the mirror, looking faded but determined. “You fucked me this morning,” he reminds Robert. Like he needs reminding. Completely opposite from this, slow and warm and gentle. He doesn’t need reminding, but it doesn’t hurt to think about. “I’m fine.”
Robert takes him at his word, resisting the urge to baby him. Joseph has made it clear several times over the course of their relationship that just because there’s an age difference doesn’t mean Robert gets to treat him like a child.
He rolls the condom on in one efficient movement, sheathing himself in Joseph’s body in the next. Joseph’s head falls forward, hanging between his shoulders for a breathless moment before he looks up, catching Robert’s eye in the mirror. It’s a heady experience, watching Joseph’s face and watching himself sliding into him at the same time. Joseph smirks, a little, bearing down on Robert’s cock once he’s fully seated. Robert’s breath catches, and he takes hold of Joseph’s hips to keep him pressed close.
“You’re full of surprises, sweetheart,” Robert gasps, laughing when Joseph kicks him. “How you want it?”
“Quick and dirty,” Joseph groans back, muscles in his arms standing out when he grips the edges of the sink, fighting against the hold Robert has on him. “Rob, stop making me beg.”
“Haven’t heard any begging,” Robert says, a little labored from the effort of holding Joseph still. The guy is damn strong. “A little begging might be nice.” He punctuates the thought with a couple teasing thrusts, still not letting Joseph thrust back. Joseph glares at him through the mirror. Robert smiles, but it fades when he recognizes the impish light that comes over Joseph’s face.
“Please, oh please, Robbie,” Joseph pleads, as sticky sweet and fake as the cotton candy Joseph had insisted on earlier that Robert can still taste on his tongue. “Robbie, I need you, Robb-”
Robert claps a hand over Joseph’s mouth, meeting his dancing eyes in the mirror. “I take it back. Shut up and be good til we’re done.”
“That’s romantic,” Joseph says, muffled around Robert’s hand. Robert snorts, inelegantly, then thrusts in hard enough to make Joseph slip. He braces a hand against the mirror instead, smiling when Robert drops the hand over his mouth to steady him with an arm around his waist. “Come on, honey. I need you.”
Robert pulls him upright, kicking his feet apart and pressing up against his broad back. The change in angle makes them both groan, and the urgency that abated in the midst of all their teasing comes rushing back. Joseph bends his knees a little to accommodate their height difference, head dropping back to rest on Robert’s shoulder. He seeks out one of Robert’s hands, bringing it down to wrap around his stiff cock. Robert gives him a squeeze before swapping hands for his lubed one, smearing the leftovers as best he can to ease the slide.
“Fuck, you feel…,” Robert starts, turning his head to kiss Joseph’s jaw.
“Yeah,” Joseph agrees, clearly torn between arching into Robert’s body or thrusting into his hand. Robert makes it easy on him, pressing in and holding deep, just undulating his hips, letting Joseph fuck his fist at his own pace.
His own pace turns out to be frenzied, fast and harsh until he’s panting with it, trembling and gasping as Robert bites his neck, low enough that the neck of his polo should cover the mark. “Come on, babe,” Robert commands, tightening his hand, corkscrewing his hips at the deepest point of penetration. Joseph whines desperately, ending on a harsh gust of breath as he comes over Robert’s fist. “Fuck, that’s it,” Robert moans, taking the opportunity to fuck Joseph at the same pace he’d been fucking Robert’s hand, finishing just a couple strokes behind him.
They rest for a handful of moments, both probably too old to fuck like that, needing longer and longer to recover with each passing year. But Robert wouldn’t trade Joseph for his youth, and so he just takes the time he needs to get his breath back, nosing in behind Joseph’s ear gently.
Eventually, Joseph brings their joined hands under the tap, running the water until they’re clean. Robert pulls out gently, smiling at Joseph in the mirror when he winces. “Probably shouldn’t just toss this in the trash, huh?” he asks, glancing around for something to do with the condom. “Don’t need any rugrats digging through while mom’s occupied.”
Joseph laughs softly, wincing again as he bends over to pull his trousers back up. “I guess it’d be okay to flush it, this one time.”
Robert takes care of it, getting dressed under Joseph’s watchful gaze. He doesn’t want to think about what his shirt might have been laying in on the restroom floor, pulling it over his head as quickly as he can.
Joseph’s waiting for him by the door, looking tired and happy. “Think you got a couple more rides in you, old man?”
Robert laughs, buckling his belt and shrugging back into his jacket. “I think I should be asking you that. You were on the rough one.” He winks at Joseph, who scoffs.
“I think we should ride Fireball,” Joseph says casually, leaning against the doorjamb.
“Oh yeah? What happened to being afraid?”
Joseph smiles at him, carefully. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.”
He ducks out the door before Robert can catch him, laughing.
“I told you you were goddamn needy!” Robert yells after him, ignoring the scathing looks he’s met with when he steps through the door. Who knows how much they’ve heard. Judging by their scandalized faces, plenty.
Joseph is waiting for him by the popcorn cart, and he’s smiling, holding out his hand. Robert can deal with a couple disgruntled parents, so long as he’s got Joseph looking at him like that.
“I’m not afraid, but don’t let go, okay?” Joseph asks, linking their fingers.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
