#nettspend fic

You had seen Gunner a couple of times before. He was that guy who was always in the same circle of acquaintances, hanging around the corners of parties with a beer in hand and that confident little smirk. You had never exchanged more than a casual "hey" when passing by, but the tension floated in the air every time your eyes locked over the music.

That night in particular, the noise of the party was about to make your head explode. The colored lights flickered suffocatingly on the ceiling while people crowded in the living room, talking about things you couldn't care less about. You held your drink almost out of obligation, feeling that annoying sensation of wasting time in a place you didn't even want to be.

You desperately needed air. You made your way through the crowd until you reached the back door that opened to the yard.

As soon as you stepped outside, the cold early-morning breeze hit your face, bringing instant relief. The chaos of the house faded behind you. You walked a few steps looking for a quiet corner, and that was when you saw him.

Gunner was leaning against the hood of a black car, away from everyone else. He had his hood up, hands in his pockets, and a blank stare, completely oblivious to the chaos inside. When he heard your footsteps on the grass, he slowly turned his head toward you.

"Looks like you couldn't stand that shit inside either," he said in a calm, raspy voice.

He pulled a pack from his hoodie pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it with the flickering flame of his lighter. He held your gaze for a few seconds before extending his hand, offering you a hit without needing to say another word.

You accepted the cigarette. Taking a drag and feeling the warm smoke slide down your throat was like a breath of life. Gunner let out a subtle, lopsided smile, watching you as you exhaled the smoke into the starry sky.

"I’m gonna take a drive. Tonight’s way too good to waste it here," he said, pulling out his car keys and jingling them between his fingers. "You coming, or staying here to be bored?"

You didn't think twice. You just wanted to feel like time didn't matter.

"Let's go," you answered with a smile.

As soon as you climbed into the passenger seat and sank your weight into the backrest, you felt the atmosphere shift completely. The music was already booming through the speakers before Gunner even finished starting the engine—a heavy bass vibrating straight in your chest that made you instantly forget all the boredom of the party.

He didn't waste any time. He pulled a pre-rolled joint from his pocket, lit the tip, and took a deep hit before passing it to you. It smelled strong and dense, that kind of weed that relaxes your body in seconds and leaves you floating. You took a long drag, feeling the heat invade your throat as Gunner shifted gears and sped out of the driveway.

He rolled down both front windows at once. The freezing 3 a.m. air rushed in like a violent gust, completely messing up your hair and hitting you full in the face. The mix of smoke, extreme cold, and the beat of the music made you both burst into sudden laughter. You held onto the window frame, letting the wind take your breath away as you watched the yellow streetlight posts pass by like blurry streaks.

Gunner looked at you out of the corner of his eye, his eyes half-closed from the weed and a completely shameless smile plastered on his lips. The night road was completely empty, stretching out wide and free before you.

"Let's see how fast this piece of shit can go," he said, letting out a raspy laugh.

He slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The engine roared violently and the car lurched forward, picking up an absurd amount of speed in a matter of seconds. The wind was hitting so hard now that you could barely breathe.

"Hey, you're completely crazy!" you shouted, laughing out loud, pressing your back against the seat and grabbing onto whatever you could. "You're gonna kill us, slow down!"

"Nobody's dying today!" he laughed back, keeping his eyes on the road but pressing the pedal even further down, soaking in the pure adrenaline.

Just as the laughter was still echoing in your throats and the speed had you floating, a flash of red and blue completely lit up the windshield. In the distance, behind you, the sound of a siren cut through the night.

Instinctively, you turned and saw them: a police car had rounded a corner and was following close behind, sounding its siren to make them stop.

Anyone in their right mind would have panicked, but the combination of the weed, the freezing wind, and raw adrenaline made you feel literally invincible. You turned to look at Gunner, and far from being scared, he let out a clean laugh with a spark of madness in his eyes.

"I'm not giving these assholes the time of day!" Gunner yelled, gripping the wheel tightly.

Instead of slowing down, he floored it again. The car roared angrily and shot forward. Your heart took a violent leap in your chest, but the rush of danger only made you laugh harder. You gripped the seat as Gunner maneuvered like a madman through the empty streets.

He took a sharp turn at full speed, pulling the handbrake just in time. The car drifted sideways over the asphalt, tires screeching with a dull sound and leaving a trail of burnt smoke behind. The force of the turn pushed you against the door, but you held firm, laughing hysterically alongside him as you watched in the rearview mirror how the cop car overshot the intersection, losing sight of you in the dark.

Gunner accelerated through a few more detours, ducking into side streets and back roads until the police lights vanished completely. The siren faded into the distance until it turned into absolute silence.

You had left the city far behind. The road now was just a strip of asphalt surrounded by darkness, until, in the middle of nowhere, the flickering neon signs of a roadside gas station appeared.

Gunner slammed the brakes in the parking area, shut off the engine, and sat in silence for a second, breathing heavily before letting out a sigh of pure satisfaction. He looked at you with a huge, cocky grin.

"Told you we weren't gonna die," he said, winking at you. "Let's go inside. I need something strong to celebrate that we're not in a cell."

You both stepped out of the car, your legs still trembling a bit from the adrenaline rush. You walked into the gas station store, where the icy air conditioning and white fluorescent lights starkly contrasted with the night outside. The clerk behind the counter eyed you with suspicion, but you couldn't care less. You walked straight to the coolers in the back, chuckling like two kids who had just gotten away with trouble, ready to pick the strongest thing you could find.

Gunner went straight for a couple of liquor bottles without paying much attention to the brands, just looking for whatever had the highest proof.

While he was paying at the register, your eyes drifted to the counter. There, in a glass jar, sat various candies. You grabbed two lollipops—one strawberry and one blue raspberry—and tossed them next to the bottles. Gunner let out a low chuckle when he saw them but didn't say anything. He paid the clerk, who was watching you with a mix of exhaustion and distrust, and you both stepped back out into the open night air.

As soon as the automatic door closed behind you, Gunner unwrapped the blue lollipop and handed you the red one before grabbing the bag with the bottles.

"I have the perfect place for this," he said, giving you a knowing look as he sampled the blue lollipop that was already starting to stain his lips. "Get in."

You didn't ask where you were going. At this point in the night, the trust was absolute, and the mystery only made it more fun. You simply followed him back to the car, opened the door, and let yourself go along for the ride.

Gunner drove for about ten or fifteen minutes along a steep, winding road that climbed the mountain. The car's engine hummed softly, accompanied only by the faint music drifting from the speakers and the peace of the night.

Suddenly, Gunner cut the high beams and parked at the edge of the road. You had arrived at a completely deserted overlook. There wasn't a single soul around, just the freezing wind blowing through the trees and a weathered wooden fence.

You both got out of the car with the bottles in hand and your mouths stained by the lollipops. As you approached the edge, the view took your breath away.

From up there, the city stretched out like an endless ocean of yellow, red, and white lights twinkling in the dark. It looked like a miniature model, distant and detached from everything you two were experiencing at that moment. Gunner leaned against the hood of the car, took a swig from his bottle, and stood there taking in the view beside you in a comfortable, perfect silence where the only thing that mattered was the view and the freedom of the night.

You could barely feel the cold anymore. You were sitting on the hood of the car, leaning your back against the windshield with one knee bent. Gunner was right beside you, arms crossed with the half-empty bottle held between his hands.

The alcohol and the weed had you floating in a warm cloud. Everything seemed slightly funny and dangerously perfect.

"This shit beats that crazy party by a mile," Gunner said, letting out a low laugh as he took another sip from the bottle and looked out over the abyss of city lights.

"A thousand times," you replied, tilting your head back, feeling the laughter bubble up softly from your chest. "I don't even know what I was doing there. People were literally talking about a cat that learned how to ring a doorbell. Made zero sense."

"A cat?" Gunner huffed, shaking his head, somewhere between amused and confused.

You laughed out loud—that loose, easy laugh that only comes after a few drinks. You felt light, uninhibited, without a single care in the world.

Out of nowhere, you pulled your phone from your pocket and opened the front camera just to check how you looked after all the chaos of the wind and speed. The brightness of the screen blinded you for a second. You opened your mouth to fix your hair and stopped dead in your tracks.

"Hey, look at this!" you said, nudging Gunner with your elbow and bringing the screen close to his face as you stuck out your tongue. "My tongue is ridiculously red! Looks like I drank a liter of blood or something."

Gunner leaned toward you, squinting his eyes to focus on the screen with a sleepy, playful smirk.

"Let's see mine," he murmured.

He stuck out his tongue without hesitation: an intensely electric blue covered its entire surface, creating an absurd contrast against his skin and lips.

You both stared at the screen for two seconds before letting out a soft, shared laugh that vibrated in the cold mountain air. It was a silly, ridiculous moment, but right then, it felt like the funniest thing in the world.

Gunner went quiet for a moment. He set the bottle aside on the hood, turned a bit more toward you, and closed the distance between you. He looked you straight in the eyes, a sly smile forming on his face.

"Hey..." he whispered in a low tone, his voice raspy from the alcohol and smoke. "Don't you want to see what it feels like to have a purple tongue?"

You stared at his face for a few seconds, trying to process what he had just said with a mind slowed down by the alcohol. You blinked a few times, shifted on the hood, and grabbed the plastic bag from the gas station lying beside you to check inside.

"Gunner, you're so drunk," you said, letting out a clumsy giggle as you rummaged through the empty bag. "There's no purple lollipop. I only bought the red and the blue one, I swear."

Gunner looked at you, letting out a low, raspy laugh that vibrated in his chest. He shook his head gently, amused by your innocence in that moment, and set the bag aside.

"You're so silly..." he murmured with a smirk.

Before you could say anything back, he completely closed the gap. He brought his hand to your face, feeling the warmth of your cheeks against his cold fingers, and leaned in slowly until his lips met yours.

The kiss started slow and soft, but the mix of built-up adrenaline, smoke, and alcohol made you both give in immediately. There was no rush, no shyness. Gunner deepened his grip, opening up into a warm, utterly addictive tongue kiss that made you lose all track of time. The sweet flavor of the strawberry lollipop and the blue raspberry blended together in a clash of warmth amidst the freezing night.

You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your head spinning, pulling yourself closer to him on the hood of the car while the breeze messily blew through your hair.

When you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, both of you were breathing heavily with flushed cheeks. You stayed there looking into his eyes, still floating on that cloud.

Out of nowhere, you remembered your phone, which had stayed lit on your lap. You grabbed it with a slightly shaky hand, raised the front camera again, and leaned next to him.

"Alright... show me your tongue," you said between soft giggles.

You both leaned into the phone screen and stuck out your tongues at the same time. Looking at the reflection, you both burst into a muffled laugh at once: the deep red tone and the electric blue had completely blended together, leaving both of your tongues dyed a soft, vibrant purple.

"Told you," Gunner whispered in your ear, brushing his cheek against yours with a cocky grin as you both looked at the screen.

Without taking his eyes off you, he stuck out his tongue again in a teasing gesture, and you couldn't help but do the same. The tips of your tongues brushed playfulness together, making you both let out another silly giggle in the middle of the early morning cold. But the game lasted barely a second; the laughter faded as Gunner closed the space between you once more, trapping your lips in a kiss that was far hungrier and more demanding than the last.

The proximity, the alcohol coursing through your veins, and the intimate atmosphere of that overlook caused the mood to shift suddenly. Heat began to win over the chill of the night.

Gunner's hands, which up until then had been resting on your waist, slid slowly and confidently upward, grazing the skin of your back before slipping underneath the hem of your shirt. The touch of his cold, rough fingers directly against your warm skin made you arch your back slightly and let out a breathless sigh against his mouth.

You put up no resistance. On the contrary, you let yourself be swept away completely, pressing yourself even closer to his body on the hood of the car, while the night wore on and the rest of the world seemed to cease to exist.

Gunner slid his hands down your hips to gently lift you and position you better on the hood of the car, without breaking the kiss for even a second. The cold metal ran down your back for an instant, but the heat of his body over yours smothered any trace of chill.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, looking straight into your eyes in the dim light. His breath was heavy, his lips warm, and that heavy-lidded look full of desire took your breath away. He held your chin firmly while his other hand moved slowly down toward the button of your pants, waiting for that last unsaid signal between you two.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted you since I saw you standing at that party," he murmured in a raspy voice against your lips, brushing his mouth over yours before kissing you deeply again.

A shiver ran down your spine as the tips of his fingers brushed against the fabric of your pants.

"Then what are you waiting for to prove it?" you whispered against his lips, your breath hitching with a challenging smile.

You arched your body just a little, seeking more of his touch, with no intention of stopping him.

Gunner let out a laugh of pure satisfaction that vibrated in his chest. With impatient skill, his fingers unbuttoned your pants. His lips left your mouth to trace down your jaw to the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and gentle nips that drew a breathless gasp from you.

Gunner let out a low growl when he felt the softness of your skin beneath his fingers. His impatient hands slid with a hungry urgency over your thighs, pushing the fabric of your pants aside to gain direct access to your intimacy. The cold metal of the car beneath your back contrasted violently with the weight of his body pressing against yours, claiming every inch of you.

"God... you're burning up," he gasped against your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as his fingers finally found your wetness, exploring you with a slow, torturous rhythm that made you let out a breathless gasp.

He looked up slightly, watching as your eyes clouded with pleasure, enjoying the way your body trembled completely under his control.

The direct touch of his fingers against your most sensitive spot made you arch suddenly, letting out a sharp groan that got lost in the vastness of the night.

Gunner, completely out of control from your reaction, pulled back a few inches just to look at you. His breathing was so heavy it sounded like a raspy roar. Through the dark, you could see the tension lining his shoulders and the hardness of his erection straining the fabric of his pants obscenely, needing desperate room.

"I can't take it anymore... I need you right now," he growled through his teeth, his voice broken with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, his hands went down to his belt with impatience. He shed the fabric with rough movements, letting it drop down around his feet without caring about anything else. Standing completely exposed in front of you, his member, firm and throbbing under the moonlight, came into full view.

Gunner gripped your thighs firmly and pulled you to the edge of the hood, positioning you right in front of him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your body against his to erase any space left between you.

He reached his arm out for a second to grab the bottle resting beside him on the metal, took a quick swig of the half that was left, and brought it to your lips for you to do the same. The alcohol burning your throat finished igniting the fire already inside you.

He set the bottle aside with a dull thud and aligned his pelvis against yours, positioning himself at your entrance. He held your hips tightly, locking his dark eyes onto yours under the moonlight.

"Look at me..." he murmured, his voice raspy and strained with tension.

Without breaking eye contact, he sank inside you in one firm, deep stroke. A sharp gasp escaped your chest, losing itself in the freezing mountain air as you gripped his shoulders tightly. Gunner tightened his hold on your hips, holding back a growl as he began to move with a steady, slow rhythm, taking in every inch and the way the alcohol and the friction of your bodies made you both feel like you were floating over the city.

The mountain wind began to blow colder, raising goosebumps on your skin and sending a shiver through your body. Gunner noticed immediately. Between heavy gasps, he broke the rhythm for a second, gripped your thighs firmly, and lifted you without breaking connection, taking awkward but sure steps toward the back door of the car.

He yanked it open and set you down on the back seat, collapsing on top of you as the door slammed shut, completely shutting out the noise of the wind outside.

The confined space changed the atmosphere instantly. The air inside the car grew thick, warm, and heavy with the scent of alcohol, weed, and the heat of your bodies. Within seconds, the window glass began to fog up from the condensation of your heavy breathing.

The music on the dashboard continued to thump softly, setting a heavy bass that matched Gunner's relentless movement. With your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands dug into his shoulders, the pace grew faster, more desperate and clumsy from the tight space. Every thrust pushed you against the leather backrest of the seat, drawing muffled moans from you that Gunner caught directly in your mouth with hungry kisses.

There was no rush, but no control either. You both gave in completely to that suffocating bubble in the middle of nowhere, losing all track of time until the tension in both of your abdomens became unbearable, and you tumbled together into the climax, surrendering completely to the intensity of the night.

The sun was already completely illuminating the horizon when Gunner started the engine for the drive back. The car rolled down the mountain road in a comfortable silence, with soft music playing through the stereo and the freezing morning breeze blowing through the window.

When you reached a couple of blocks from your house, he parked along the curb. Both of you had messy hair, slightly tired eyes, and that lazy smile that lingers after an entire night of excess and laughter.

As you went to open the door to get out, you felt the hit of the cold morning air pierce right through your clothes. Instinctively, you hunched your shoulders, shivering slightly.

Gunner looked at you out of the corner of his eye, let out a amused huff, and without saying anything, took off the jacket he was wearing. He threw it over your shoulders, wrapping you in instant warmth that smelled of his cologne, weed smoke, and the night you had just shared. The garment was huge on you, covering you almost down to your thighs.

"Keep that shit," he said with a smirk, resting his arms on the steering wheel as he looked at you. "Looks better on you than it does on me anyway. Besides, you're gonna freeze to death before you reach your front door."

"And what about you? You're gonna freeze," you replied, adjusting the jacket with a soft laugh, feeling the fabric of the sleeves still warm from his body.

"I'll survive," he winked, leaning in slightly to give you one last kiss on the lips—quick, sweet, and tasting of the alcohol you had shared hours ago.

You got out of the car and shut the door. You stood on the sidewalk watching the car drive down the street until it disappeared around the corner. You shoved your hands into the deep pockets of the jacket and found the empty blue lollipop wrapper and the lighter.