Smut-A-Thon Day 5: Role Play
We just keep on truckin'!
Every once in awhile, there would be an incredibly dead day at the garage. Like, so dead that Ellis would wonder why he was even at work. Sure, he wouldn’t say no to getting paid for whatever hours he worked, busy or not, but when the hours dragged on he’d sometimes ask himself just how worth it the money was. On this specific day it was very, very dead. Ellis was the only mechanic in the shop, and he was going just a little bit stir crazy. He was able to pass most of the time working on cars, but none of the problems were all that challenging. He’d already texted Nick a few times, just grousing about how bored he was, and eventually his lover had stopped texting back. Ellis assumed that he’d pissed him off with his whining. He leaned back on one of the cars, glancing at the clock to find it was only two twenty. Pretty much two and a half more hours. He wasn’t sure he could make it.
Just as he was about to text Nick again, he heard the bell on the desk ringing. He waited to see if his boss was out there, but knew that Herb liked to take late lunches and was probably indisposed at the moment. He sighed, figuring he’d better go out and see just what it was that the potential client wanted. Maybe it would be something difficult that would take up all the rest of his day.
He quickly washed his hands in the sink and air dried them as he walked into the waiting room, saying “Hi, sorry ‘bout the wait, we’re kinda short handed today.” But when he looked up, he saw Nick, wearing a VERY slick suit, his most expensive sunglasses, and looking very professional. “Well hey Nick! What got ya so dressed up today?”
Nick turned to look at him, face blasé as he raised his eyebrows. “Hello, I was wondering if you looked at dings in cars at this garage,” he said, voice a little high and mighty. “You see, some moron opened their door right into the side of my Ferrari and scratched the paint, and I wanted to get that fixed ASAP.”
“….. Nick, you don’t own a Ferrari,” Ellis said, wondering what his lover was talking about.
“My name isn’t Nick, and really, I don’t have much time so I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look at my car right now,” he stated, and Ellis was going to huff and demand what he was talking about. But before he could, Nick pulled his sunglasses down from his eyes, and gave him that sly leer that showed he knew EXACTLY what he was doing and saying.
It was then that Ellis finally figured it out. Nick was going to make his day a little more interesting. It was no secret that the younger man always liked role playing, and it got frustrating that he would always be the one to instigate it. And now, out of the blue, Nick was changing that.
So Ellis grinned, and nodded. “Well sure! If you wanna give me the keys to your car I can take a look at it right away!” He held out his hand, fully expecting to receive the keys for Nick’s Audi.
Imagine his surprise when he instead received a set that had a rental car’s tag attached to them. He furrowed his brow, and looked at his lover.
“You, uh, wanna show me where your vehicle is?” he asked.
“Certainly,” Nick replied, and led Ellis outside.
Ellis almost dropped the keys when he saw an actual Ferrari convertible parked in front of the shop. Ferraris were so few and far between in his professional life. In Savannah he’d seen one or two his entire career, and lord knows he was never allowed to work on them. In Madison they were unheard of, at least to him. The spoiled college kids would have nice cars, sure, but NEVER something as cherry as the bright red Ferrari that he saw before his eyes.
“….Oh my GAAAWD,” Ellis drawled, practically in love with it.
“So how long will it take to touch it up?” Nick asked, and Ellis turned to him. He was certainly taking this role-play to new heights. As much as Nick always claimed to hate role-play, he was rising to the occasion this time.
“Don’t tell me you actually dinged the car too,” Ellis said, horrified at the thought.
Nick smirked, but didn’t break character. “Well how about we take this into the garage and you see the damage for yourself. Take the wheel.”
Even if he only got to drive it around the block and into the garage, Ellis would remember this moment for the rest of his life, something he’d tell their children and their grandchildren. As he drove it he tried not to lose his mind, and looked at Nick with a huge goofy grin on his face. Nick continued to pretend to be this high-powered businessman or whatever it was, but Ellis could see a faint, pleased smile on his face as well.
Once they parked in the garage, both of them got out. “Okay, so show me the damage,” Ellis said, hoping there wasn’t actually any. He hadn’t seen any, after all.
Nick pointed at the driver’s side door. “Can’t you see the scratch?” he asked. “It’s practically taunting me. Asshole in the Honda, I oughta sue him.”
Ellis didn’t see any damage, of course. But he whistled anyway. “Phew, yeah, that’s a scratch all right. But it shouldn’t take too much to fix.”
“That’s great to hear,” Nick said, leaning against the hood of the car. “I was pretty worried for awhile there. You know how much of a turn on this car is for people? I get a LOT of ass because of this thing.”
“Oh yeah?” Ellis asked, chuckling a little bit.
“Yeah,” Nick replied, moving towards him slowly. “Let me tell you, there is no feeling like getting nailed against a really sexy car. The feel of the cool metal on your skin, of being bumped against the frame. Arms brushing against the steel, as you’re filled over and over again.”
Ellis swallowed carefully, feeling like he was gong to start sweating.
“A car doesn’t have the give that a mattress does,” Nick continued, finger gently running up Ellis’ arm, carefully to avoid any oil stains on the coveralls. “On a hot day the metal will burn your ass, or your chest, but in the moment you don’t really care. All you care about is getting fucked, nice and hard, rough.”
“Oh man,” Ellis swallowed, the very thought of Nick pounding him into the frame of this Ferrari making his heart race. Nick’s hand dropped to Ellis’ crotch, and though it was fairly blocked by the rough fabric of the coveralls, it still sent a shiver up the mechanic’s spine.
“But do you know what an even BETTER feeling is?” Nick asked, leaning in close and removing his sunglasses, his green eyes filled with mischief. Mischief was probably an understatement.
“Wh-what?” Ellis asked, and Nick leaned into his ear.
“Being the one doing the nailing,” he whispered. He stepped back, and opened the car door. He removed his coat, folded it up daintily, and after slamming the car shut fluidly moved to the hood. The look he gave Ellis said only one thing: ‘get over here’. So Ellis obeyed, slowly walking to him.
“You want me to… to fuck you against the hood of the car?” he asked, his crotch already starting to get hard.
Nick ran his tongue across his teeth, and arched his eyebrow. “Think you’re up to the challenge?” He took the zipper of the coveralls between his fingers, and pulled it down delicately. The teeth separated, exposing Ellis’ tee shirt, and Nick slipped the sleeves past his lover’s shoulders. “Because I could REALLY use a good fucking against this Ferrari.”
Ellis exhaled, closing his eyes and practically whimpering.
“I…. I can do that for ya,” he nodded. “But… But, Nick, you, you need… I don’t have-.”
Nick grinned, and removed a small travel size bottle of lube from his pocket. He had truly planned for everything. He held it up, and tossed it to Ellis.
“Oh my God I love you,” Ellis stated, and leaped forward, throwing his arms around Nick’s body and starting to kiss him. Nick, being Nick, pulled his hips back lest any motor oil get on his nice pants since the coveralls were only halfway down, but Ellis didn’t mind. He was too busy tangling his fingers through Nick’s hair and kissing his mouth fiercely. Damn, I should have done this LONG ago, Nick thought, shoving the coveralls down so he could pull Ellis fully against him.
Ellis pushed Nick down onto the hood of the car, crawling into his lap and setting his knees on either side of his thighs. The metal creaked and rumbled under his weight, and he kicked his feet, trying to get his coveralls off. The boots proved to be a roadblock in this endeavor, and he whined a little, kicking harder as he kissed the older man. Nick pulled his lips away, snickering, and he shifted his torso to help yank the clothing away.
“Thanks,” Ellis said, a little embarrassed, but whatever shame he felt was snuffed out as Nick snagged him again. Ellis tipped forward, rutting his crotch against Nick’s waist desperately. The older man’s hands reached for Ellis’ jeans button, and fumbled with the fastener as he moaned and chewed at his plush lips. Ellis’ hands also went to work, unbuttoning Nick’s dress shirt as fast as possible. His boss would be back by three, so this needed to move along a little bit faster. Thank GOD for dead days. Once he pulled Nick’s shirt open he started moving his mouth down his lover’s chest, kissing and biting his skin. His tongue lolled out to swirl around one of Nick’s nipples, and the older man gasped and grit his teeth, the cool air and warm saliva mixing to tease and taunt him. He pet Ellis’ hair, taking the baseball cap off his head and tossing it to the floor. Ellis grinned, teeth flicking at the older man’s pec before he licked his tongue down his sternum. He placed his hand on the stiff lump in Nick’s pants, rubbing it swiftly as he listened to the gambler huff out.
Nick leaned back on his elbows as Ellis pawed and nipped at him, head tipping up and mouth opening. Ellis’ hands moved to the leather belt, unbuckling it and eagerly getting his lover free of his zipper and button. Nick raised his hips off the hood of the car, trying to catch Ellis’ touch at least a little bit.
But Ellis slammed them back onto the car. Nick yelped out, and sneered at him. “Careful, Sport,” he warned.
“Sorry, mister,” Ellis replied, keeping with the role-play. “But this is MY garage, an’ I’M in charge.”
Nick snickered, and shrugged. “You do realize that I’M the client, right?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You’re the client who wants me to do my very best job,” Ellis said, suddenly grabbing Nick by the hips and flipping him over so his stomach was on the car. “I’m gonna do that.” Nick’s chest bumped against the cool metal, and he snorted. Give him an inch and he takes a goddamn mile, he thought, but was going to let Ellis do what he wanted. It was HIS boring day, after all.
Ellis’ hand snaked around Nick’s waist, and he pulled him away from the car for a moment, hand snagging his cock and starting to fondle it. Nick let out a moan, fingers spreading on the hood, and he moved his ass back against his lover’s crotch, inviting him to go even further. Ellis deftly threw his own pants from around his waist to the ground with his free hand, and began to give Nick one hell of a hickey on his neck as he stroked and teased him.
“Oh fuck, kiddo, oh GOD,” Nick huffed, hands squeaking against the metal as they moved urgently. Ellis held him tighter, and gently tugged Nick’s red boxers down from his waist as he freed his member from his own. He removed his hand from Nick long enough to squeeze an ample handful of lube into his fist, and slicked himself up nice and wet before moving the still sticky fingers towards Nick’s hole. Getting his lover to bottom was rare, and because it was rare it would take some extra prep work. Nick’s body seemed almost afraid to be in this position. Why that was, Ellis didn’t know, and all he could get from Nick was something about his hooking days. He didn’t labor the point. Instead, he made it as comfortable as he could. He gently moved one finger to Nick’s entrance, and carefully slipping in the tip, seeing if it would take a lot of coaxing today or not.
Nick groaned out as Ellis began to explore, and he moved his ass back to envelop more of his lover’s digit inside of him. “You can do better than that,” he stated, impatiently, and Ellis beamed, glad that he wouldn’t have to do too much cajoling. His second finger moved in, wheedling out bits of pleasure as the two worked in tandem, and Nick licked his lips. “Yeah, like that, keep it up,” he said, wiggling his lower body. Ellis slipped a third inside, the muscles so goddamn tight, and he closed his eyes, anticipating when it would be his cock inside that cramped and hot space. He glanced at the clock. 2:40. Twenty minutes. PLEASE don’t let Herb come back early, he prayed, and spread his fingers to stretch his lover even further.
Nick’s fist pounded on the car, growls and rasps leaving his mouth. He appreciated the consideration, he really did, but now he was getting fevered and flushed. He tightened his muscles to show he was ready, and Ellis, knowing exactly what that meant, removed his hand, spread Nick’s legs wider, and slowly entered him from behind. A strangled moan left Nick’s throat, and one of his ringed hands flew back and clamped on Ellis’ thigh. Ellis let his lover adjust, taking shallow breaths as he did so, and then started to rock. He wanted to start slow, so he tempered his movements no matter how badly he wanted to start pounding. He’d learned patience. Even if he hated exercising it, he could do it.
Nick’s other hand moved to take the back of Ellis’ head, and he pulled him into a kiss. He took in a sharp breath through his nose as Ellis’ craned his neck up to meet the kisses. Nick huffed with every movement inside of him, little moans making him sound vulnerable. Ellis began to speed up his motions. “Like that?” he asked between kisses, and Nick nodded quickly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he panted. Ellis swiveled his hips, angling in that certain way that would always make Nick cry out. The older man met his thrusts to make it all the better, and he yelped as Ellis entered to the hilt and curved into his spot. “YEAH! FUCK!”
Ellis grinned, throwing his lower body harder now, grinning slack jawed and crookedly as he closed his eyes. “Oh man you’re tighter’n anything!” he muttered, his forehead nuzzling against Nick’s shoulder as he moved forward. Nick chuckled a bit, the laughter rising with each thrust, and he gripped Ellis’ leg harder as he bent forward again, his free hand’s nails scraping the metal. Beads of sweat began to form at his forehead as his chest and face began to turn red, and Ellis held his hips tighter as he sped up even more.
They mumbled and panted gibberish at each other, their slowly building orgasms making it harder to talk outside of nodding and the occasional ‘yes!’, and Nick squeezed again, making Ellis cry out loudly. In turn, Ellis rocked in all the way, as if it were tit for tat, and Nick grunted and moaned. Both were close. Time was ticking. Ellis ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he began to get a little worried. Less than ten minutes til three. He was getting close, and he wanted to be sure that Nick was too. So he grabbed Nick’s dick again, and began to pump it to the same beat as his thrusts.
“OH FUCKING GOD!” the older man yelled, moving back to take in his lover’s cock fully. “GODDAMN FUCKING GOD!” Ellis began to whine and shake, about to reach the tipping point, and he stroked faster and gyrated harder.
“NickNickNickNICK!” he yelled, brows drawn and nose wrinkled as he broke character. With one more good shove, Nick was sent off, hollering long and loud as he came into Ellis’ fist. His frame trembled as he rode it out, and he leaned forward on his elbows, heaving in as many breaths as he could muster.
Ellis soon followed, member twitching violently as he ejaculated and filled his lover’s insides up, whimpering and mewling as he did. He held him tighter until the waves had stopped, and then exhaled until his lungs were empty. Holy cow. Holy COW. He hugged Nick close to him, bending over his back and nuzzling his face into the nape of his neck. The older man blindly reached up to stroke Ellis’ hair as they calmed themselves down. Damn, he thought, grinning lazily.
Ellis removed himself, grabbed his rag from his discarded coveralls, and wiped his hand off deftly. Two minutes to spare. “You better get goin’,” he said. “I figure a high power businessman like you who drives a Ferrari has places to be.”
Nick took the hint, and yanked his boxers and pants back up. “Well, you know how it is. Time is money and all that,” he said, buttoning his shirt and winking at his lover. “So was it everything you hoped it would be?”
Ellis pulled his clothing back on, and wasn’t sure if Nick was referring to the sex against the car, or the role-play itself. But both answers were “It was even better.”
“Good,” Nick said, and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I gotta run, kiddo. Thanks for the body work.”
“Heh!” Ellis giggled, and Nick climbed into the Ferrari. “Good one, Nick.”
Nick closed the door to the car, turned on the engine, and rolled down the window. “Homemade pizza sound good for dinner?”
“Sounds great,” Ellis nodded as they came back to reality.
“Come home hungry,” Nick replied. “By the way, we have the car until tomorrow night. So you’re taking me for a drive in it after dinner.” He smiled smugly, rolled up the window again, and backed out of the garage. Ellis waved after him, nearly beside himself.
Maybe on their drive he’d get to get a feel for the hood.
Every once in awhile, there would be an incredibly dead day at the garage. Like, so dead that Ellis would wonder why he was even at work. Sure, he wouldn’t say no to getting paid for whatever hours he worked, busy or not, but when the hours dragged on he’d sometimes ask himself just how worth it the money was. On this specific day it was very, very dead. Ellis was the only mechanic in the shop, and he was going just a little bit stir crazy. He was able to pass most of the time working on cars, but none of the problems were all that challenging. He’d already texted Nick a few times, just grousing about how bored he was, and eventually his lover had stopped texting back. Ellis assumed that he’d pissed him off with his whining. He leaned back on one of the cars, glancing at the clock to find it was only two twenty. Pretty much two and a half more hours. He wasn’t sure he could make it.
Just as he was about to text Nick again, he heard the bell on the desk ringing. He waited to see if his boss was out there, but knew that Herb liked to take late lunches and was probably indisposed at the moment. He sighed, figuring he’d better go out and see just what it was that the potential client wanted. Maybe it would be something difficult that would take up all the rest of his day.
He quickly washed his hands in the sink and air dried them as he walked into the waiting room, saying “Hi, sorry ‘bout the wait, we’re kinda short handed today.” But when he looked up, he saw Nick, wearing a VERY slick suit, his most expensive sunglasses, and looking very professional. “Well hey Nick! What got ya so dressed up today?”
Nick turned to look at him, face blasé as he raised his eyebrows. “Hello, I was wondering if you looked at dings in cars at this garage,” he said, voice a little high and mighty. “You see, some moron opened their door right into the side of my Ferrari and scratched the paint, and I wanted to get that fixed ASAP.”
“….. Nick, you don’t own a Ferrari,” Ellis said, wondering what his lover was talking about.
“My name isn’t Nick, and really, I don’t have much time so I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look at my car right now,” he stated, and Ellis was going to huff and demand what he was talking about. But before he could, Nick pulled his sunglasses down from his eyes, and gave him that sly leer that showed he knew EXACTLY what he was doing and saying.
It was then that Ellis finally figured it out. Nick was going to make his day a little more interesting. It was no secret that the younger man always liked role playing, and it got frustrating that he would always be the one to instigate it. And now, out of the blue, Nick was changing that.
So Ellis grinned, and nodded. “Well sure! If you wanna give me the keys to your car I can take a look at it right away!” He held out his hand, fully expecting to receive the keys for Nick’s Audi.
Imagine his surprise when he instead received a set that had a rental car’s tag attached to them. He furrowed his brow, and looked at his lover.
“You, uh, wanna show me where your vehicle is?” he asked.
“Certainly,” Nick replied, and led Ellis outside.
Ellis almost dropped the keys when he saw an actual Ferrari convertible parked in front of the shop. Ferraris were so few and far between in his professional life. In Savannah he’d seen one or two his entire career, and lord knows he was never allowed to work on them. In Madison they were unheard of, at least to him. The spoiled college kids would have nice cars, sure, but NEVER something as cherry as the bright red Ferrari that he saw before his eyes.
“….Oh my GAAAWD,” Ellis drawled, practically in love with it.
“So how long will it take to touch it up?” Nick asked, and Ellis turned to him. He was certainly taking this role-play to new heights. As much as Nick always claimed to hate role-play, he was rising to the occasion this time.
“Don’t tell me you actually dinged the car too,” Ellis said, horrified at the thought.
Nick smirked, but didn’t break character. “Well how about we take this into the garage and you see the damage for yourself. Take the wheel.”
Even if he only got to drive it around the block and into the garage, Ellis would remember this moment for the rest of his life, something he’d tell their children and their grandchildren. As he drove it he tried not to lose his mind, and looked at Nick with a huge goofy grin on his face. Nick continued to pretend to be this high-powered businessman or whatever it was, but Ellis could see a faint, pleased smile on his face as well.
Once they parked in the garage, both of them got out. “Okay, so show me the damage,” Ellis said, hoping there wasn’t actually any. He hadn’t seen any, after all.
Nick pointed at the driver’s side door. “Can’t you see the scratch?” he asked. “It’s practically taunting me. Asshole in the Honda, I oughta sue him.”
Ellis didn’t see any damage, of course. But he whistled anyway. “Phew, yeah, that’s a scratch all right. But it shouldn’t take too much to fix.”
“That’s great to hear,” Nick said, leaning against the hood of the car. “I was pretty worried for awhile there. You know how much of a turn on this car is for people? I get a LOT of ass because of this thing.”
“Oh yeah?” Ellis asked, chuckling a little bit.
“Yeah,” Nick replied, moving towards him slowly. “Let me tell you, there is no feeling like getting nailed against a really sexy car. The feel of the cool metal on your skin, of being bumped against the frame. Arms brushing against the steel, as you’re filled over and over again.”
Ellis swallowed carefully, feeling like he was gong to start sweating.
“A car doesn’t have the give that a mattress does,” Nick continued, finger gently running up Ellis’ arm, carefully to avoid any oil stains on the coveralls. “On a hot day the metal will burn your ass, or your chest, but in the moment you don’t really care. All you care about is getting fucked, nice and hard, rough.”
“Oh man,” Ellis swallowed, the very thought of Nick pounding him into the frame of this Ferrari making his heart race. Nick’s hand dropped to Ellis’ crotch, and though it was fairly blocked by the rough fabric of the coveralls, it still sent a shiver up the mechanic’s spine.
“But do you know what an even BETTER feeling is?” Nick asked, leaning in close and removing his sunglasses, his green eyes filled with mischief. Mischief was probably an understatement.
“Wh-what?” Ellis asked, and Nick leaned into his ear.
“Being the one doing the nailing,” he whispered. He stepped back, and opened the car door. He removed his coat, folded it up daintily, and after slamming the car shut fluidly moved to the hood. The look he gave Ellis said only one thing: ‘get over here’. So Ellis obeyed, slowly walking to him.
“You want me to… to fuck you against the hood of the car?” he asked, his crotch already starting to get hard.
Nick ran his tongue across his teeth, and arched his eyebrow. “Think you’re up to the challenge?” He took the zipper of the coveralls between his fingers, and pulled it down delicately. The teeth separated, exposing Ellis’ tee shirt, and Nick slipped the sleeves past his lover’s shoulders. “Because I could REALLY use a good fucking against this Ferrari.”
Ellis exhaled, closing his eyes and practically whimpering.
“I…. I can do that for ya,” he nodded. “But… But, Nick, you, you need… I don’t have-.”
Nick grinned, and removed a small travel size bottle of lube from his pocket. He had truly planned for everything. He held it up, and tossed it to Ellis.
“Oh my God I love you,” Ellis stated, and leaped forward, throwing his arms around Nick’s body and starting to kiss him. Nick, being Nick, pulled his hips back lest any motor oil get on his nice pants since the coveralls were only halfway down, but Ellis didn’t mind. He was too busy tangling his fingers through Nick’s hair and kissing his mouth fiercely. Damn, I should have done this LONG ago, Nick thought, shoving the coveralls down so he could pull Ellis fully against him.
Ellis pushed Nick down onto the hood of the car, crawling into his lap and setting his knees on either side of his thighs. The metal creaked and rumbled under his weight, and he kicked his feet, trying to get his coveralls off. The boots proved to be a roadblock in this endeavor, and he whined a little, kicking harder as he kissed the older man. Nick pulled his lips away, snickering, and he shifted his torso to help yank the clothing away.
“Thanks,” Ellis said, a little embarrassed, but whatever shame he felt was snuffed out as Nick snagged him again. Ellis tipped forward, rutting his crotch against Nick’s waist desperately. The older man’s hands reached for Ellis’ jeans button, and fumbled with the fastener as he moaned and chewed at his plush lips. Ellis’ hands also went to work, unbuttoning Nick’s dress shirt as fast as possible. His boss would be back by three, so this needed to move along a little bit faster. Thank GOD for dead days. Once he pulled Nick’s shirt open he started moving his mouth down his lover’s chest, kissing and biting his skin. His tongue lolled out to swirl around one of Nick’s nipples, and the older man gasped and grit his teeth, the cool air and warm saliva mixing to tease and taunt him. He pet Ellis’ hair, taking the baseball cap off his head and tossing it to the floor. Ellis grinned, teeth flicking at the older man’s pec before he licked his tongue down his sternum. He placed his hand on the stiff lump in Nick’s pants, rubbing it swiftly as he listened to the gambler huff out.
Nick leaned back on his elbows as Ellis pawed and nipped at him, head tipping up and mouth opening. Ellis’ hands moved to the leather belt, unbuckling it and eagerly getting his lover free of his zipper and button. Nick raised his hips off the hood of the car, trying to catch Ellis’ touch at least a little bit.
But Ellis slammed them back onto the car. Nick yelped out, and sneered at him. “Careful, Sport,” he warned.
“Sorry, mister,” Ellis replied, keeping with the role-play. “But this is MY garage, an’ I’M in charge.”
Nick snickered, and shrugged. “You do realize that I’M the client, right?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You’re the client who wants me to do my very best job,” Ellis said, suddenly grabbing Nick by the hips and flipping him over so his stomach was on the car. “I’m gonna do that.” Nick’s chest bumped against the cool metal, and he snorted. Give him an inch and he takes a goddamn mile, he thought, but was going to let Ellis do what he wanted. It was HIS boring day, after all.
Ellis’ hand snaked around Nick’s waist, and he pulled him away from the car for a moment, hand snagging his cock and starting to fondle it. Nick let out a moan, fingers spreading on the hood, and he moved his ass back against his lover’s crotch, inviting him to go even further. Ellis deftly threw his own pants from around his waist to the ground with his free hand, and began to give Nick one hell of a hickey on his neck as he stroked and teased him.
“Oh fuck, kiddo, oh GOD,” Nick huffed, hands squeaking against the metal as they moved urgently. Ellis held him tighter, and gently tugged Nick’s red boxers down from his waist as he freed his member from his own. He removed his hand from Nick long enough to squeeze an ample handful of lube into his fist, and slicked himself up nice and wet before moving the still sticky fingers towards Nick’s hole. Getting his lover to bottom was rare, and because it was rare it would take some extra prep work. Nick’s body seemed almost afraid to be in this position. Why that was, Ellis didn’t know, and all he could get from Nick was something about his hooking days. He didn’t labor the point. Instead, he made it as comfortable as he could. He gently moved one finger to Nick’s entrance, and carefully slipping in the tip, seeing if it would take a lot of coaxing today or not.
Nick groaned out as Ellis began to explore, and he moved his ass back to envelop more of his lover’s digit inside of him. “You can do better than that,” he stated, impatiently, and Ellis beamed, glad that he wouldn’t have to do too much cajoling. His second finger moved in, wheedling out bits of pleasure as the two worked in tandem, and Nick licked his lips. “Yeah, like that, keep it up,” he said, wiggling his lower body. Ellis slipped a third inside, the muscles so goddamn tight, and he closed his eyes, anticipating when it would be his cock inside that cramped and hot space. He glanced at the clock. 2:40. Twenty minutes. PLEASE don’t let Herb come back early, he prayed, and spread his fingers to stretch his lover even further.
Nick’s fist pounded on the car, growls and rasps leaving his mouth. He appreciated the consideration, he really did, but now he was getting fevered and flushed. He tightened his muscles to show he was ready, and Ellis, knowing exactly what that meant, removed his hand, spread Nick’s legs wider, and slowly entered him from behind. A strangled moan left Nick’s throat, and one of his ringed hands flew back and clamped on Ellis’ thigh. Ellis let his lover adjust, taking shallow breaths as he did so, and then started to rock. He wanted to start slow, so he tempered his movements no matter how badly he wanted to start pounding. He’d learned patience. Even if he hated exercising it, he could do it.
Nick’s other hand moved to take the back of Ellis’ head, and he pulled him into a kiss. He took in a sharp breath through his nose as Ellis’ craned his neck up to meet the kisses. Nick huffed with every movement inside of him, little moans making him sound vulnerable. Ellis began to speed up his motions. “Like that?” he asked between kisses, and Nick nodded quickly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he panted. Ellis swiveled his hips, angling in that certain way that would always make Nick cry out. The older man met his thrusts to make it all the better, and he yelped as Ellis entered to the hilt and curved into his spot. “YEAH! FUCK!”
Ellis grinned, throwing his lower body harder now, grinning slack jawed and crookedly as he closed his eyes. “Oh man you’re tighter’n anything!” he muttered, his forehead nuzzling against Nick’s shoulder as he moved forward. Nick chuckled a bit, the laughter rising with each thrust, and he gripped Ellis’ leg harder as he bent forward again, his free hand’s nails scraping the metal. Beads of sweat began to form at his forehead as his chest and face began to turn red, and Ellis held his hips tighter as he sped up even more.
They mumbled and panted gibberish at each other, their slowly building orgasms making it harder to talk outside of nodding and the occasional ‘yes!’, and Nick squeezed again, making Ellis cry out loudly. In turn, Ellis rocked in all the way, as if it were tit for tat, and Nick grunted and moaned. Both were close. Time was ticking. Ellis ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he began to get a little worried. Less than ten minutes til three. He was getting close, and he wanted to be sure that Nick was too. So he grabbed Nick’s dick again, and began to pump it to the same beat as his thrusts.
“OH FUCKING GOD!” the older man yelled, moving back to take in his lover’s cock fully. “GODDAMN FUCKING GOD!” Ellis began to whine and shake, about to reach the tipping point, and he stroked faster and gyrated harder.
“NickNickNickNICK!” he yelled, brows drawn and nose wrinkled as he broke character. With one more good shove, Nick was sent off, hollering long and loud as he came into Ellis’ fist. His frame trembled as he rode it out, and he leaned forward on his elbows, heaving in as many breaths as he could muster.
Ellis soon followed, member twitching violently as he ejaculated and filled his lover’s insides up, whimpering and mewling as he did. He held him tighter until the waves had stopped, and then exhaled until his lungs were empty. Holy cow. Holy COW. He hugged Nick close to him, bending over his back and nuzzling his face into the nape of his neck. The older man blindly reached up to stroke Ellis’ hair as they calmed themselves down. Damn, he thought, grinning lazily.
Ellis removed himself, grabbed his rag from his discarded coveralls, and wiped his hand off deftly. Two minutes to spare. “You better get goin’,” he said. “I figure a high power businessman like you who drives a Ferrari has places to be.”
Nick took the hint, and yanked his boxers and pants back up. “Well, you know how it is. Time is money and all that,” he said, buttoning his shirt and winking at his lover. “So was it everything you hoped it would be?”
Ellis pulled his clothing back on, and wasn’t sure if Nick was referring to the sex against the car, or the role-play itself. But both answers were “It was even better.”
“Good,” Nick said, and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I gotta run, kiddo. Thanks for the body work.”
“Heh!” Ellis giggled, and Nick climbed into the Ferrari. “Good one, Nick.”
Nick closed the door to the car, turned on the engine, and rolled down the window. “Homemade pizza sound good for dinner?”
“Sounds great,” Ellis nodded as they came back to reality.
“Come home hungry,” Nick replied. “By the way, we have the car until tomorrow night. So you’re taking me for a drive in it after dinner.” He smiled smugly, rolled up the window again, and backed out of the garage. Ellis waved after him, nearly beside himself.
Maybe on their drive he’d get to get a feel for the hood.