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I stared at Damien, expecting him to start laughing to tell me he was just joking about the whole "masturbate" idea. But Damien doesn't say anything and just stares at me, like he was waiting for me to actually do it.

"Any time now Dane," Damien teasingly says with a grin on his face.

"D-Damien...I can't possibly just...masturbate," I tell him, my face burning because I have never expected to ever say these things to Damien before. Let alone inside a car in the middle of nowhere.

"Not turned on yet?" he asked me.

I was about to answer him when he suddenly grabs my collar and pulls me towards him. Without any warning, Damien locks his lips with mine.

He kisses me so intensely that my whole body got hotter and hotter.

He was almost sucking on my lips before slowly pushing his tongue inside my mouth. When his tongue was inside me, he quickly pushes it further so it could touch my own tongue.

His tongue was so hot and wet that a moan quickly escaped my mouth.

Damien finally pulled out; both of us trying to catch our breaths because of how intense the kiss was.

He glanced at my crotch and smirked.

He wipes his mouth and leans back on the car door again.

"Not enough now right?" Damien asked.

I looked at him and slowly bit my lower lip.

My dick was twitching under my boxers, making me realize how sensitive I actually became thanks to Damien's constant training.

Damien just literally kissed me, and now I'm feeling like this.

"You fucking idiot," I tell him, but I unzipped my pants anyways.

I don't remove my eyes from Damien's intense stare while I removed my pants and boxers.

I shivered a little when I felt the cold air brush past my cock.

Damien glances at my exposed cock and licked his lips.

I took a deep breath and showed Damien my hand.

"Make it wet for me daddy," I say, suddenly not caring about this whole idea anymore.

Damien smirked and gripped on my wrist, "My pleasure little pup."

Damien sticks his tongue out and starts licking on my palm. Then he sucks on my fingers one by one before letting go of my hand.

When my hand was already hot and wet, I immediately lifted one of my legs and placed it on top of the dashboard. Then I slouched a little from my seat so I could reach for my asshole through the front.

It wasn't the most comfortable place for me to masturbate, but the thrill of being in an open area made me turned on even more.

"Look at me while you pleasure yourself," I heard Damien say, so I quickly looked back at him, and when our eyes met, I immediately shoved two fingers inside me.

I bit my lip so I wouldn't have to moan loudly. No one was going to hear, but somehow I was embarrassed.

Damien growled and looked displeased. He stares at me and says, "Aren't you gonna let daddy hear his most favorite sound?"

"Daddy..."

"Come on, let it out. I wanna see how you pleasure yourself while I was away," Damien continued to say.

I took a deep breath and finally moaned loudly like what Damien wanted.

"A-Ah shit...look at me daddy...look how dirty your little pup has become," I say as I started to push and pull my own fingers inside my hole.

Damien doesn't say anything and just continued to stare at me.

After a while, Damien leans forward and quickly gives me a peck.

"Looks like you need help," Damien tells me. He then sucks on two of his fingers before sliding them on my back and shoving it inside my hole, shocking me.

"D-Damien..."

"Too tight?" he teasingly asked, his fingers touching mine.

I was about to pull my fingers out because the four fingers were stretching me too much. But Damien made sure I wouldn't be able to so he pushed his fingers further inside.

"S-Shit..."

Damien started moving his fingers in and out until I couldn't do anything about it anymore.

I bit my lip and let the pleasure get the best of me.

A few more seconds later, I finally ended up releasing my seed without any warning.

Damien smirked and pulled his hand away.

"Makes you feel better doesn't it?" Damien says, pulling his fingers out of me while I catch my breath.

"Y-You're an idiot...a fucking i-idiot," I say as I pulled my hand out next.

Damien chuckled and took out some tissues and hand sanitizers.

He took some tissues and cleaned my cock for me. Then he cleaned his hands and took my own hand to clean it too.

Afterwards he leans forward and kissed my forehead, "Sorry," he suddenly tells me.

I pouted and looked at him, "Apologizing for making me masturbate in front of you won't make me feel any better."

Damien tilts his head to the side and smiles, "You've been feeling uneasy and awkward the whole ride. This was the only thing I could think of to finally make you...loosen up."

I looked at him with disbelief, and then I started laughing.

"Y-You made me do this...so I wouldn't be awkward anymore?" I asked, still laughing.

Damien continued to smile before patting my head, "I'm your lover, not just some stranger. Don't feel too tensed by just being alone with me, okay?"

I finally stopped laughing and looked at Damien seriously.

I knew it.

Him making me do something weird had some secret explanation again.

"Well then...let's go," Damien says with a smile, like what happened a few seconds ago never really happened at all.

He pats my head again and starts the engine. And without anything else to say, we drove off.

"So..." I started.

I cleared my throat and looked at him, "Where are we going exactly?"

Damien doesn't answer me, but instead, he grins from ear to ear.

"Don't worry, it's nothing special. Just something I thought would help you relax and at the same time would help us become closer," Damien answers me.

"Please nothing too extravagant," I say with a sigh.

Damien laughs and doesn't say anything else. Making me feel nervous on whether that laugh was a "Don't worry, it's not extravagant" laugh, or a "You just read my mind" laugh.

But either way, Damien still didn't say anything else after that.

The whole drive was silent, but not the awkward silence that we had going on earlier. It was more of a relaxed silence.

I opened the window and just felt the cold wind touch my face.

Damien wasn't driving as fast as I wanted him to, but I knew he had some "past incident" so I decided to just let things be.

We continued to drive for hours, still not saying anything to each other. But I didn't mind anymore.

My eyes were slowly closing as I stare at the horizon in front of me. A few seconds later, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

*****

I woke from the sound of glass shattering and a woman shouting angrily at someone.

I slowly opened my eyes and realized that it was already dark out. The car was parked in front of an old looking diner that was covered in neon lights. The one you'd usually see in those cool aesthetically pleasing pictures in instagram.

"Damien?" I asked as I looked at my left, stupidly surprising myself for actually seeing him there sitting beside me.

"Good Evening," he says as he exhales the smoke from the cigarette that he was actually holding.

"Was I asleep for too long?" I asked as I massaged my shoulder because of the pain that I was feeling.

Damien inhales and exhales the smoke before throwing his cigarette away. He then looks back at me and says, "You were actually asleep for at least seven hours."

My eyes widened from shock as I heard the answer, "Seven hours?!" I unintentionally shouted at him.

"W-Why didn't you wake me?" I asked him.

Damien takes a deep breath and answered, "You looked tired, and I bet you didn't have a decent sleep for two days either. So I just let you rest for a while."

Great, I just wasted seven hours of quality time with Damien.

"Where are we then? Are we at the destination now?" I asked.

Damien shakes his head as an answer. Then he goes out of the car and opens the door for me. He shows me his hand, and I grabbed it like a fucking princess as Damien pulled me out of the car.

"Let's eat. I'm hungry," he simply answers me, glancing at the diner in front of us.

I stared at the diner again, still very confused on where Damien actually brought me.

So I was about to ask Damien a question again when another glass shatters. I flinched and quickly moved closer to Damien, my back hitting his hard chest.

Damien grabbed my shoulder and laughed.

"How is it possible that a grown man like you can be afraid of glass shattering?" Damien asked, but I glared at him and didn't answer.

"Come on. They serve the best food here. And it might look scary but the people here are nice," Damien says as he was about to enter the diner.

I looked at the window and saw dozens of men drinking. And it looks like some are even fighting each other.

"People here are nice?" I asked myself, repeating what Damien just told me a few seconds ago.

"Dane?" Damien called out, quickly making me look back at him, "Come on," he says again.

I gulped and immediately followed him inside the large but old diner. The moment we arrived inside, the noisy crowd automatically became silent.

I tensed even more as I stared at the scary looking men in front of us.

Does Damien even know these people?

"Hunter!" someone suddenly shouts from behind the counter. Everyone moved aside, revealing an old woman who looked like she was on her fifties but was still rocking this full-face makeup and 4-inch heels.

"Hunter?" I confusingly asked as the woman approached us.

She stares at Damien for a few seconds and suddenly grabbed him for a hug.

"Oh my, look how big you've become," the woman says, smearing her lipstick on Damien's cheeks.

The inner possessive me wanted to push the old lady away, but the mature me literally just screamed, "Are you seriously considering on pushing an old lady away?!"

"It's nice to meet you again Marie," Damien says with a sweet smile. A smile that I haven't really seen in a long time.

This was like the smile that he showed me when he saw his family again.

Everyone in the diner immediately went back to doing what they were doing afterwards, making the whole place noisy again.

"It's been years, how are you?" the woman named Marie asked.

"I've been great actually," Damien answered, then he quickly gestures his hand to me like he just remembered that I was actually beside him, "Oh, I want to introduce you to Dane Andrew McCartney."

The woman's eyes widened as she heard my name, but before she could ask, Damien quickly adds, "Dane, this is She's the owner of this diner."

I blinked and quickly transformed into the businessman version of me.

I nodded my head and shook her hand, slightly shocking her on the sudden formality, "Dane Andrew McCartney, but Day would be okay."

Marie still looked shocked, but a few seconds later, she smiles and holds my hand with both of her hands, "It is an honor to finally meet you."

"Ha?" I confusingly asked her.

Damien chuckles and pulled me towards him.

"We're hungry. Still know what I'd like to have?" Damien asked, his arms unknowingly around my shoulder now.

I was blushing like a fucking idiot as Marie answered, "Are you kidding me? You order the same thing every time you're here!"

Marie and Damien laughed as we walked towards a table that was close to the counter.

Damien finally lets go of me as I sat opposite to where he sat.

"So...what would your handsome boyfriend want?" Marie suddenly asked as she looked at us.

I blushed even more as I tried to hide my face from her.

Great, she knows.

Damien chuckles again and says, "I guess he'll have what I have."

"Sure thing," Marie says with a wink. Then she touches my shoulder and goes inside the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and looked back at Damien, "Alright. Story time."

"Story time?" Damien asked, trying his best not to laugh again.

I looked at Damien seriously, finally making him look serious as well.

He sighs and looks at Marie coming out of the kitchen, "Someone brought me to this place. We go here at least three times a year, but those were one of the best days of my life."

I was shocked about the story, but somehow, I felt something else when I heard the story, "Who brought you?" I quickly asked instead.

Damien stares at me, then seconds later he laughs, "You're jealous already?"

My face burned up again as I quickly looked away from him, "W-What? Jealous? I'm not that shallow Damien."

Damien doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Then he holds my chin and turns my head so I could face him again.

"Believe me, you being jealous of that person would make no sense at all," he says, making me pout.

But before I could ask who that person was again, Marie arrives with our food.

"Here's your five-star dinner. Enjoy," Maries says as she places the meal in front of us.

Apparently Damien's usual was a plate of mixed vegetables, mashed potatoes, and chicken breast, and of course, a glass of cold beer.

"It looks good Marie, thank you," I say with a sincere smile.

Marie smiles too and holds my shoulder again, "I'm glad. Please, enjoy your meal. It's on me."

"Thank you Marie," Damien says as Marie goes back to the counter.

Damien and I talked about whatever as we ate our dinner.

The noisy diner slowly became relaxing for some reason.

I don't know who brought Damien here, but somehow, I think I now know why he likes this place.

It doesn't look relaxing at first, but as soon as you blend in the crowd, you'd feel like you're in a relaxing café like the one back home.

"Hey Hunter," Marie suddenly calls out, making Damien and I look back at her.

Marie turns off the jukebox, making everyone quiet again. Then, she suddenly pulls out a guitar and shows it to Damien.

"How about one song, like how you always do in the past," Marie suddenly says, shocking me.

I eyes widened as I looked back at Damien, "Y-you sing?! And play the fucking guitar too?!"

How perfect can this hunk be? -Inner Conscience.

This time, it was Damien's turn to look embarrassed, "N-No, I don't...well, not anymore."

"Oh come on Hunter! Don't you want to impress your lover?" Marie says, making me love her all of a sudden.

I looked back at her, and Marie suddenly winks like she was telling me that she got this.

Damien looked embarrassed, but he suddenly gulps down his beer and stands up, making everyone in the diner cheer.

My heart was beating fast as I looked at Damien walk towards the front.

He takes the guitar from Marie's hand and takes a tall chair. He sits down and faces me, making me smile like a freshly in-love teenager.

"Alright, just one song," Damien says as he strums the guitar.

He then looks back at me, his gaze a little bit different than before. Like it was more intense.

"I dedicate this song to the guy sitting right there," Damien says as he points at me, making my heart skip a beat.

I thought people would look at us weirdly, but surprisingly, they cheered.

I never experienced something so cute like this. It's making my heart feel like it's going to explode.

"Dane, you're the most beautiful man I have ever met. Inside and out, you are outstanding. I love you...very much," he sweetly says, and my eyes was suddenly teary by just hearing Damien declare his love to me in front of all these stranger without even looking embarrassed.

"This is "Stop and Stare"," he continued as he starts strumming on the guitar.

And when he opened his mouth, my whole world stopped.

"This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us

It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust

I've got my heart set on anywhere but here

I'm staring down myself, counting up the years

Steady hands just take the wheel

Every glance is killing me

Time to make one last appeal

For the life I live

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

And yeah, I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare

You start to wonder why you're here not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, can you see what I see..."