The mechanic was the first to wake up. He blinked. The sun was bright and fresh. The emo was lying in his arms, snoring slightly. He tried not to wake him, but it was impossible.
"Hey," said the emo, rubbing crusty sleep out of his eyes.
"Hey, punk."
The emo yawned, then farted. "Sorry."
"No need to apologise. Natural bodily function. Besides, I've had my face in there once or twice."
"Then maybe next time I'll 'natural bodily function' on your face," grinned the emo.
"Hmmm," came the mechanic's evasive response.
"With a beard as thick as yours," Yoshi teased, "you'd smell me all day if I did."
They lay there silently for a few seconds. The emo smiled devilishly as Mack's nose picked up the scent.
"Fuck, dude," protested the mechanic, "that stinks!"
"Sorry," the emo apologised again. "Must've been last night's fish, so really, if it smells bad, maybe it's your fault."
Mack laughed. "We need to get up and get moving," he said, stretching. "We need to get you to a bathroom, or maybe even a hospital."
Yoshi smiled. "I'll wriggle out first," he offered. He hopped around for a moment, finding his pants and socks. "Fuck, it's cold!" came the weather report.
Mack crawled out next, quickly finding his undies and pants. "You're not wrong!" he said, trying to hop into his pants. One leg got caught and he nearly toppled over -- he would've collapsed the tent.
Yoshi yawned again. This was way early for him, but then again, he slept well last night, and his sweet arse felt nice and loose. "Need a coffee," he mumbled.
"Didn't bring any," the mechanic declared.
The emo pouted through his floppy, long fringe. "Bugger. I might die, you know. Murder can take many forms. Death by lack of caffeine."
Mack laughed. "Let's pack up and head back to Brissie. Won't take us long to get on the road. I need to stop for petrol, so we'll grab coffees at a servo."
Yoshi nodded. "Sounds good."
Twenty minutes later, the tent had been dismantled, packed up and stored in the mechanic's ute, along with the rest of the equipment he brought. Yoshi's backpack lay at his feet in the passenger seat.
Mack fired the ignition, and the trusty, well-loved vehicle started first time. The mechanic put a cap on top of his head, dropped the clutch, and they began to roll away. The valley was still empty and quiet, though Mack was familiar enough with the secluded spot to know it wouldn't be quiet for long. It was Sunday morning, and the forecast was good.
They pulled up at a petrol station not too far away. While the mechanic filled the tank, Yoshi crept into the shop. He found the bathroom and took a desperately needed crap, reading the explicit graffiti on the cubicle walls while he wiped himself clean. After washing his hands, he bought a coffee and a muffin. He sipped the hot beverage through the hole in the thin plastic lid. The coffee was OK, but the muffin was dry. He choked it down.
Mack went inside to pay for the fuel and bought himself a coffee and a meat pie on the way out. "Breakfast of champions, punk," he said as he returned to the vehicle.
"Gross." Yoshi watched the mechanic wolf down his pastry filled with warm meat and gravy. He'd heard stories about the horrific types of inedible offcuts that factories poured into the great Australian delicacy. Sometimes, it's better not to know. He watched the mechanic lick his thick fingers clean.
"Come on, punk," said Mack, "let's go."
They headed back out onto the freeway, heading south, as the mechanic started on his coffee. Yoshi fished his phone out of his pocket. It was low on charge, but he knew it'd last the journey.
Yoshi: we're heading back to brisvegas
Amelia: thank fuck for that I was worried
Yoshi: he was sweet, he taught me how to fish
Amelia didn't reply.
Yoshi: wanna have dinner tonite
There was a long pause before his FWB replied.
Amelia: sure ok
Deep in her heart, she felt sure she'd lost him. Then again, she probably never had him in the first place.
*
They rumbled through Sunday morning Brisbane traffic, and Mack's ute pulled up across the road from the emo's building. "Thanks for coming, punk," he said, pulling the handbrake. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah," the kid replied, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "Thanks for inviting me. I had a better time than I thought I might. But next time, pack some wifi."
The mechanic smiled sideways. "OK, I'm gonna try to put a positive spin on that feedback."
"Wait there," replied the emo. "Don't drive off yet." He collected his backpack, climbed down to street level, and slammed the passenger door shut. He walked around to the driver's side. "Thanks for the ride," he said, "and thanks for the dick." Traffic flew by as he leaned in through the window and rammed his tongue deep into the mechanic's mouth. "There's your positive feedback," he smiled.
"Anytime," coughed the surprised mechanic, caught totally off-guard. He wiped his wet lips on the back of his hand.
"Next time," said the emo, "I'm gonna be your sex doll. Next time, I'll be quiet, and I won't say anything. I'll just lie there, letting you pound me. I'll squeeze your cock with my pussy until you just can't take it anymore. My tight cunt's gonna make you pop like a warm bottle of cheap champagne." He looked down at his feet for a second before gazing deep into the mechanic's eyes. "Well, goodbye then," he waved. "And thanks for not killing me, big guy."
He walked away smiling, knowing the mechanic would be driving the short distance to the next suburb with a painfully inflated cock.
The emo unlocked his apartment door and stepped inside, throwing his backpack onto the couch. He'd deal with it later. He felt a little thirsty. He went to the bathroom and came back via the kitchen, pouring some water from the tap into a plastic cup.
He looked out the window and noticed the mechanic's ute was still parked across the street. He wondered if he'd forgotten something.
He looked closer. Was the ute rocking back and forth on its suspension? It looked like Mack might be cranking one out in broad daylight. Fuck, he couldn't even make it home first. If someone walked past, it'd be impossible for him to hide what he was doing. Especially with a dick as big as his.
Yoshi smiled from ear to ear. He texted Amelia and they made plans for dinner before he took a lazy lunchtime nap.
*
"How did it go yesterday?" asked the goth. They were seated at a table in an Italian restaurant. It was a favourite of theirs; meals were cheap for students, and servings were big. They read the menu and placed their orders. The plastic table covering clung to their forearms.
Yoshi noticed his friend-with-benefits was carrying a slightly larger bag than usual. Maybe she'd bought a new one recently. The restaurant was BYO alcohol, so the goth brought a bottle of red for them to share. She fished it out of her bag and plonked it on the table. Yoshi nodded; maybe that's the reason she brought a bigger bag with her tonight.
"You said you went fishing yesterday?" she asked. "I just can't imagine it."
"Well, I did, kind of, I guess, but Mack did all the work and all the prep. He goes fishing often, I think. His grindr profile pic is of him standing next to a boat, holding a fish he'd just caught. So yesterday, he brought the rod and the hooks and the bait, and then when we caught the fish, he unhooked them, descaled them and cooked them. I wouldn't have enjoyed doing all of that myself. Actually, I wouldn't have done any of it at all. Apart from the cooking bit. I could've done that part, I reckon. But not the rest."
"You're gonna need to surrender your Japanese passport," deadpanned the goth. "Expect a call from the embassy this week."
Their meals arrived and they continued talking, but they drifted away to other topics. Yoshi felt like she was only partially present in the conversation, possibly ruminating on something else.
Out of nowhere, she made a declaration. "I'm sleeping at your place tonight."
Yoshi nearly choked on a mouthful of food. He was looking forward to a quiet night before tomorrow morning's lectures, but this was a statement, and not a question. "Umm, sure, OK. If you like."
"Good," she smiled. The emo wondered if Amelia's female roommate was getting lucky tonight and had asked for some space. They finished the meal and the bottle of wine, and they split the bill before catching the bus back to Yoshi's place.
"Got any wine?" asked the goth, unlacing her boots. She lobbed her bag onto the floor next to the couch.
"Bottle of red next to the microwave," Yoshi replied. "Pour me a glass too." After pouring, Amelia went to the bathroom and reapplied her bright red lipstick.
They sat on the couch, nursing their drinks. "So," ventured Amelia, "you enjoyed learning how to fish?"
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it fun," Yoshi replied, "and I wouldn't necessarily say I learned anything either." He noticed how glossy red her lips were. It was a beautiful contrast with her dark, almost black irises. "I'm chalking it up as an unusual and unexpected life experience that I'm not particularly keen to repeat. Let's just say I wouldn't ever want to have to rely on fishing for a living. If I was stuck alone on a desert island, I'd probably starve to death. He threw them in a bucket and they asphyxiated. I hated watching them die. I couldn't do that."
"What else did you get up to?"
"Well, we ate the fish for dinner." She was about to raise a note of protest, but he cut her off. "Before you say anything, yes, I know I'm a hypocrite. I hated watching them die, but I didn't think twice about eating them. Yeah, I know, so shut up. Anyway, Mack brought a propane stove, and he cooked them beautifully. He also brought a salad he'd pre-made, and we ate off paper plates. He brought some beer for himself, and a bottle of wine for me. He also brought a battery-powered light, which was handy, because it got dark fast." The emo paused for a breath. "He brought a lot of stuff. He's very resourceful."
"Where'd you sleep?"
"In a tent. He put it up when we arrived. He brought a pair of sleeping bags for us to sleep in. I'd never slept in a sleeping bag before, but it was quite warm. I didn't feel cold until morning." Probably because he was in a sleeping bag with another warm body, though he didn't tell her that.
"And, of course, you had sex out there?"
The emo coughed. "Well, yeah, obviously."
"Tell me."
"Well," Yoshi began, "after dinner, we jerked off together, but we both felt tired, and I was surprised at how peacefully I slept. I've never slept outside before, and it couldn't have been any later than about nine o'clock when we turned in. I don't think I've gone to sleep at nine since I was in primary school. Then, later, in the middle of the night, I got up because I needed to take a piss. I left the tent and did what I needed to do, but when I got back, Mack was up because he needed to take a leak too. I turned the torch light on my phone on so he could see what he was doing, but really, it was so *I* could see what he was doing. Watching him flop his huge dick out to take a piss got me hard, and I guess one thing led to another."
"Which things led to what things?"
