Some Will Die In Hot Pursuit and Fiery Auto Crashes
Fandom: MCR
Pairing: Party Poison/Kobra Kid (Gerd/Moikey)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Au:Verse of the Killjoys
Warnings: Cursing, cynical Gerard and Mikey, Blow Jobs, Cum ingestion and the usual incest~
Notes: I've been wanting to make a killjoy fic for a while now but I've been iffy on how to portay them, personality wise. Also after my last fic Katie mentioned that F.T.W.W.W. was music the killjoys listened too, and so I scrambled to pull up the others from the EP and listened to those as well. The songs - as awesome as they are, don't quite make me think of the Killjoy's themselves. I went through my music and made a playlist of things that personally reminded me of the desert and how I interpret them.
On the playlist is Pepper by the Butthole Surfers, which has always (and will forever) made me think of the desert. After having listened to it again and again I realized what I wanted to write about, and so I did~
As always thanks to katiexrawr for editing~
Some Will Die In Hot Pursuit and Fiery Auto Crashes
There’s nothing but dirt for miles and miles.
The radio in the Trans Am is shit this far out, picks up static and broken sounding stations. They’ve been driving for hours, since the sun came up, with no discernible destination in mind. Their skin is covered with dust and dirt and grime, sweat that has cooled and dried only to be heated up again.
Party Poison is driving, always driving the Trans Am. His hands are gripping the wheel tightly, face set into a scowl.
They haven’t spoken in hours.
Kobra Kid is sitting slouched down in the passenger seat, eyes trained on the rear view mirror. He shifts every so often, scans the radio waves in hopes of picking something up.
They haven’t heard from Fun Ghoul or Jet Star since they left.
Party flexes his fingers on the wheel, glances in the mirrors, eyes trained on the horizon.
“We’re too far out.” Kid speaks, voice a little raspy.
“Still need to be careful.”
The sky above them is spotted with gray clouds, hues of yellow and green casting off the desert - creating the illusion of something better. Kid pushes himself up in his seat, feels uncomfortable in his jacket despite the wind. He’s hot and sticky and it’s reaching the middle of the day.
“Poison.” He glances over at the red head, who just nods in response, pushes down on the gas pedal just a little bit more. The car gives an almost unnoticeable jerk and presses forward, wheels kicking up sand and dirt as they go.
“You need to loosen up a bit.”
The red head doesn’t show any sign of having heard him, continues to stare off at the horizon. Kobra Kid turns and stares at him, blond hair flying about in the wind, getting in his eyes. He glances up at the sky, at how high the sun is before shrugging his jacket off. It’s dumped in the back seat, on the floor along with some other random things that Party decided to bring with.
“I am loose.”
Kid glances at him, gives a low laugh in response and shakes his head. “No - you’re not.” He listens to the wind, the sounds of the desert and rubs his hands over his legs. They’ve been sitting for what feels like ever and he’s starting to cramp - want’s to stand up even if it’s for a little bit.
“Poison.” There’s a tone in his voice that makes the other grip the wheel harder, a frown deepening on his face.
“We can’t stop.”
“We have to.” Kid is shifting on the seat, his tail bone starting to fall asleep from how he’s been sitting. He can feel Party grit his teeth next to him, waiting for a reason.
“Why?” His voice is sharp and he makes no attempt to hide his agitation.
“I need to piss.”
“Fuck - seriously?” Party turns and looks at him, half hoping to hear a laugh and see him shake his head.
“We’ve been driving since the sun came up. Yeah, I do.” Kid is staring out the open window, dead brush littering the land. The car doesn’t slow down and static comes on over the radio, a few gargled out words before fading back out.
“Fuck - fine, okay we’ll stop.” Party hisses out another curse word and starts to ease off the accelerator, let’s the Trans Am coast along and slow down naturally.
They park a little ways off the main road, despite how far away from the city they actually are. Party sets his hands down on his legs as Kid pushes the door open and hurries around to the back of the vehicle. His hands are sweaty underneath his gloves and it’s an uncomfortable sensation.
The sun is high and directly above them, beating down and making his skin slick, his clothes sticking uncomfortably. He pushes the driver’s door open and stands, stretches his arms above his head. Kid glances over at him as he’s zipping back up, fixing his pants.
“How long till we head back?”
“Sun down we can turn around.”
Kobra Kid nods, leans against the Trans Am. They’ve been driving all day just to keep out of sight - to keep from being caught. Fun Ghoul and Jet star took off on the bikes in the other direction, all promising to meet up in a week.
Party Poison reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the red strands out of his face. He makes a frustrated sound and takes a step away from the car. “Come on, we can’t stay still for long.”
Kid knows he’s right, but he wants to stop moving for a little bit. The constant driving is getting to him, the never ending desert and the lack of radio is starting to make his skin crawl.
“No one’s out here.” He says it even though he knows better. “It wouldn’t hurt to stop for a little bit.”
Party makes a frustrated sound and tugs at his hair, turns back to glare at Kid. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at him, communicating through looks like they did in the past.
“You need to loosen up.” Kid looks back up at the sky, the clouds darkening off in the distance. He listens to the frustrated noise the red head makes and tries not to smirk to himself. The driver’s door is pulled open as Party drops back down in his seat.
“Get in or I’m ditching you.” The words are gritted out and Kid wouldn’t put it past him to do it. He’s almost done it once before when they were arguing about names - about saying their real names.
He walks around the front of the car slowly, fingers skirting along the hot metal of the hood. The engine is started as he opens the passenger door, sits down just as the car starts driving again. The radio starts to pick up a station, static and garbled words with broken melodies. Kid hums to himself in appreciation, the sound a distraction from how hard Party is gripping the wheel, how tense he is.
“Poison…”
“Don’t talk.” The red head presses down on the gas pedal, hoping to really get going soon.
“Gerard,” Kid starts to pull his gloves off, tosses them in the back with his jacket. “You need to calm down. They are fine.”
“Fuck you.” Party grips the wheel so hard that Kid know his knuckles are white under his gloves. “And don’t fucking say that name. You know this.” He inhales and glances over at the blond man. “And for your fucking knowledge I am FINE, I’m just-“
“You’re ranting.” Kid scoots over a little on the seat, leans forward and tries to get the radio to come in a little clearer.
Party Poison makes a sound in the back of his throat and opens his hands, palms pressed to the wheel while he flexes his fingers a few times.
“I’m just pissed we got ambushed and had to leave.”
“We all are.” Kid glances over at him from his hunched over position, stops messing with the radio. “And you being frustrated won’t help any.” He leans back and stares at the red head a moment.
“Yeah, well what the fuck am I going to do about it?”
“Ask for fucking help?”
“What the fuck do I need help with?”
Kobra Kid rolls his eyes at this and leans down on the seat, stretches his body out along the worn pleather. He reaches for Party’s belt and starts to pull it loose. “Honestly Gerard, you can be fucking stupid sometimes.”
“Shit, what that fuck are you doing?” Party’s mouth is hanging open and he’s glancing down at the blond man while still trying to drive straight. He feels the zipper of his pants being pulled down and takes his left hand off the wheel, tries to shoo the other away. “Seriously, Fucking stop, I can’t drive with you-“
“You’re the one that didn’t want to stop.” Kid nudges the other man’s hand away and reaches into his pants, pulls his dick out and starts to stroke it.
“Now is not the time - fuck, hey!” Party’s face is starting to flush and he can feel himself swelling.
“Now is the perfect time.” Kid gives a light squeeze before licking the tip.
“Fuck, Mikey!” He eases off the gas and the car starts to slow down.
“Keep driving or I’ll stop.” Kid licks at the tip again, stokes the shaft a few times. “You’re getting hard awfully fast…”
“How am I supposed to fucking drive with your mouth on my dick?” Party glances down at the blond head in his lap, slouches in the seat just a bit to tilt his hips up. He presses on the accelerator again and Kid can feel the car start to speed up.
“Better figure it out.” He breathes out over Party’s growing hard on. “And how long has it been since you showered, you smell fucking nasty.”
“Shut the fuck up and gag yourself already.”
Kid laughs a little and runs his tongue along the length of his cock. He starts to suck on the tip lazily when he feels fingers threading though his hair.
“Hands on the wheel.”
“Fucking suck it already.”
“Wheel.” Kid smirks to himself when Party removes his hand. He licks the tip again, makes a sound at the salty taste.
“Thought you said I was fucking gross.” Party’s voice is a little hoarse sounding, like Kid’s ministrations are finally getting to him.
“Never said anything about your taste.” He counters pressing his lips around the tip, gathering saliva in his mouth and just letting it slowly drip down the shaft. “Makes me fucking drool.”
“Shit, can you just get on with it already?” Party flexes his fingers on the wheel and looks back down, glances at Kid’s body. His shirt’s riding up, exposing his midriff and the way his hips are tilted makes his mouth go dry.
Kid makes a sound in response, tilts his head to mouth at the base of his cock. “Eyes on the road.”
“Fuck you.”
“Make it a promise.”
“Gag yourself. Now.” Party grits out and jerks the car to the right, causing Kid to shift on the seat and curse lightly to himself.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Bump in the road.” He’s smirking to himself, glances down to see the blond man glaring up at him. “Don’t believe me?”
“You fucking suck.”
“That’s what you’re supposed to be doing."
Kid rolls his eyes and turns back to the other man’s dick, starts licking up from the base, pausing only to suck at a vein. He can feel it throb under his lips, hot and heavy. He makes an appreciative sound and starts licking back up to the tip.
“Almost forgot how you tasted.” Kid hums pressing his lips against the tip. He sucks gently again until he feels fingers in his hair again.
“Gerard, the wheel.”
“Is just fucking fine.” The fingers tighten just a little and press him down. “Now fucking choke on it.”
“Mph…” Kid makes another sound, tightens his lips to create some sort of resistance. He can hear Party Poison growl a little above him, frustrated and turned on now.
“Mikes, fucking suck it already, I’m hard and I know you want to.”
“Yeah, I do,” Kid is licking at the tip again, pressing his tongue into the slit at the top. “This is just foreplay.”
“Fucking suck my dick already.”
The fingers in his hair tighten and he’s being pushed down again. “Gerard” He breathes out, lips pressing heavily against the hot flesh.
“You keep fucking licking and teasing and I’m going to cum on your fucking face.”
Kid closes his eyes and moans at that, sucks against the little bit that’s in his mouth.
“How the fuck are we going to explain the dried cum to Ghoul and Jet?”
He moans again, can feel himself starting to drool down his chin. The car jerks a little and the hand on his head is removed.
“Fuck, I’m going to pull over now.”
“Keep driving.”
Kobra kid pulls up and licks his lips before kissing the tip again. He stretches his lips and loosens his jaw, let’s Party’s dick slip into his mouth. Above him he can hear the red head moan, can feel the car jerk forward again as the gas pedal is bumped.
“Fuck, Mikes…”
There’s a hand on the back of his head again, not pushing this time, just resting there.
“God damn, I-I forgot how much you could-ha-take in.”
Kid hums around the cock in his mouth, sucks and just fucking sucks around the hot flesh. It feels heavy on his tongue, in the back of his mouth and down his throat; nose buried in the dusty folds of the other man’s pants. He pulls up after a moment, a wet popping sound just barely noticeable over the staticy radio.
He licks his lips and rubs the spit off his chin, just stares down at Party Poison’s hard dick, admires how wet it looks, at how much he can still take in.
“Come on, Mikey - stop spacing out.”
“You look so fucking good covered in my spit.”
“Just put your mouth back on it.”
Kid moans and does just that, stretches his lips again and sinks back down, sucks and slurps before pulling up and licking the tip. He lowers his head back down, till his nose is in Party Poison’s jeans .
Party is gasping above him, breaking out in a sweat from something other than the sun. He glances back down at the man in his lap, moans at how obscene it is, watching him bob his head up and down.
“God Mikey, we should - Ha - should go out on drives more often.”
“It’s a waste of gas.”
“I don’t care if you fucking suck my dick each time.” Party Poison gasps, grabs at the blond hair again. “Fuck I’m close.”
“Mmm…” Kid moans around him and sinks back down, lips tight and pressed into an O shape. He rotates his body on the seat, presses his hips down against the pleather.
“You can’t cum in your pants.” Party is watching his hips rut against the seat, wants desperately to just stop driving and fuck him.
“Gee… Gee you got to promise to fuck me again soon.”
“Yeah-Yeah Mikes, I’ll fuck you next time we know we can bathe.” Party moans again, hips jutting up suddenly. He’s going to cum any second now, knows it. “So - so close…” He pants out.
Kid sucks a little harder, pushes his lips all the way down and moans himself, can feel the cock throbbing against his tongue. He swallows, makes his throat contract around the overheated flesh.
“Fuck - okay I-I’m there.”
He pulls up, till just the tip in still in his mouth, starts lapping at it, feels Party’s cum flood his mouth. Kid swallows and keeps sucking, till he’s not getting anything else.
“God, that felt so good.”
Kobra Kid is turning and pulling at his own belt buckle, pushing his pants down around his thighs. His head is resting against Party’s thigh and he’s staring up at him, hands pulling himself out.
The red head licks his lips and glances over at him - repeatedly.
“God, Mikey…” He breathes out in a broken voice, watches to the best of his ability as the blond man strokes himself hard and fast, dry and rough.
“So fucking ready for this.” Kid squeezes his eyes shut, mouth hanging open and lips looking obscenely red. Party takes his hand from the steering wheel and presses a finger to the others lips, rubs along the plump and abused flesh.
“I love your fucking mouth.” He says pressing in against his tongue, feeling it roll against him.
“Gerard…” Kid gasps out, around his fingers , hand still stroking his dick. He gasps out again, moves his fist to cover the head of his cock as he cums, hand catching most of it.
Party Poison starts to slow the Trans Am down, parks next to the road after a moment.
Kobra Kid pushes himself up and stares at his hand, starts to lick it clean when the redhead scoots over. He takes his hand and runs his tongue up the others fingers, sucking his cum off.
“Better?”
“I should be the one asking you that. Is your little bitch fit over?”
Party rolls his eyes and starts to fix up his pants again. “Bitch fit my ass.” He reaches over does the same for Kid. “I feel loose if you want me to say it.”
The blond man laughs a little as the radio between them starts to crackle in with a broken station.
I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows…
I can taste you on my lips - And smell you in my clothes…
“We should probably turn around now…” Party finally says, gives a crooked smile. “Head back until we can pick Dr. D up on the radio again. Kid nods next to him as the Trans Am is taken out of park and turned around.
Pairing: Party Poison/Kobra Kid (Gerd/Moikey)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Au:Verse of the Killjoys
Warnings: Cursing, cynical Gerard and Mikey, Blow Jobs, Cum ingestion and the usual incest~
Notes: I've been wanting to make a killjoy fic for a while now but I've been iffy on how to portay them, personality wise. Also after my last fic Katie mentioned that F.T.W.W.W. was music the killjoys listened too, and so I scrambled to pull up the others from the EP and listened to those as well. The songs - as awesome as they are, don't quite make me think of the Killjoy's themselves. I went through my music and made a playlist of things that personally reminded me of the desert and how I interpret them.
On the playlist is Pepper by the Butthole Surfers, which has always (and will forever) made me think of the desert. After having listened to it again and again I realized what I wanted to write about, and so I did~
As always thanks to katiexrawr for editing~
Some Will Die In Hot Pursuit and Fiery Auto Crashes
There’s nothing but dirt for miles and miles.
The radio in the Trans Am is shit this far out, picks up static and broken sounding stations. They’ve been driving for hours, since the sun came up, with no discernible destination in mind. Their skin is covered with dust and dirt and grime, sweat that has cooled and dried only to be heated up again.
Party Poison is driving, always driving the Trans Am. His hands are gripping the wheel tightly, face set into a scowl.
They haven’t spoken in hours.
Kobra Kid is sitting slouched down in the passenger seat, eyes trained on the rear view mirror. He shifts every so often, scans the radio waves in hopes of picking something up.
They haven’t heard from Fun Ghoul or Jet Star since they left.
Party flexes his fingers on the wheel, glances in the mirrors, eyes trained on the horizon.
“We’re too far out.” Kid speaks, voice a little raspy.
“Still need to be careful.”
The sky above them is spotted with gray clouds, hues of yellow and green casting off the desert - creating the illusion of something better. Kid pushes himself up in his seat, feels uncomfortable in his jacket despite the wind. He’s hot and sticky and it’s reaching the middle of the day.
“Poison.” He glances over at the red head, who just nods in response, pushes down on the gas pedal just a little bit more. The car gives an almost unnoticeable jerk and presses forward, wheels kicking up sand and dirt as they go.
“You need to loosen up a bit.”
The red head doesn’t show any sign of having heard him, continues to stare off at the horizon. Kobra Kid turns and stares at him, blond hair flying about in the wind, getting in his eyes. He glances up at the sky, at how high the sun is before shrugging his jacket off. It’s dumped in the back seat, on the floor along with some other random things that Party decided to bring with.
“I am loose.”
Kid glances at him, gives a low laugh in response and shakes his head. “No - you’re not.” He listens to the wind, the sounds of the desert and rubs his hands over his legs. They’ve been sitting for what feels like ever and he’s starting to cramp - want’s to stand up even if it’s for a little bit.
“Poison.” There’s a tone in his voice that makes the other grip the wheel harder, a frown deepening on his face.
“We can’t stop.”
“We have to.” Kid is shifting on the seat, his tail bone starting to fall asleep from how he’s been sitting. He can feel Party grit his teeth next to him, waiting for a reason.
“Why?” His voice is sharp and he makes no attempt to hide his agitation.
“I need to piss.”
“Fuck - seriously?” Party turns and looks at him, half hoping to hear a laugh and see him shake his head.
“We’ve been driving since the sun came up. Yeah, I do.” Kid is staring out the open window, dead brush littering the land. The car doesn’t slow down and static comes on over the radio, a few gargled out words before fading back out.
“Fuck - fine, okay we’ll stop.” Party hisses out another curse word and starts to ease off the accelerator, let’s the Trans Am coast along and slow down naturally.
They park a little ways off the main road, despite how far away from the city they actually are. Party sets his hands down on his legs as Kid pushes the door open and hurries around to the back of the vehicle. His hands are sweaty underneath his gloves and it’s an uncomfortable sensation.
The sun is high and directly above them, beating down and making his skin slick, his clothes sticking uncomfortably. He pushes the driver’s door open and stands, stretches his arms above his head. Kid glances over at him as he’s zipping back up, fixing his pants.
“How long till we head back?”
“Sun down we can turn around.”
Kobra Kid nods, leans against the Trans Am. They’ve been driving all day just to keep out of sight - to keep from being caught. Fun Ghoul and Jet star took off on the bikes in the other direction, all promising to meet up in a week.
Party Poison reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the red strands out of his face. He makes a frustrated sound and takes a step away from the car. “Come on, we can’t stay still for long.”
Kid knows he’s right, but he wants to stop moving for a little bit. The constant driving is getting to him, the never ending desert and the lack of radio is starting to make his skin crawl.
“No one’s out here.” He says it even though he knows better. “It wouldn’t hurt to stop for a little bit.”
Party makes a frustrated sound and tugs at his hair, turns back to glare at Kid. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at him, communicating through looks like they did in the past.
“You need to loosen up.” Kid looks back up at the sky, the clouds darkening off in the distance. He listens to the frustrated noise the red head makes and tries not to smirk to himself. The driver’s door is pulled open as Party drops back down in his seat.
“Get in or I’m ditching you.” The words are gritted out and Kid wouldn’t put it past him to do it. He’s almost done it once before when they were arguing about names - about saying their real names.
He walks around the front of the car slowly, fingers skirting along the hot metal of the hood. The engine is started as he opens the passenger door, sits down just as the car starts driving again. The radio starts to pick up a station, static and garbled words with broken melodies. Kid hums to himself in appreciation, the sound a distraction from how hard Party is gripping the wheel, how tense he is.
“Poison…”
“Don’t talk.” The red head presses down on the gas pedal, hoping to really get going soon.
“Gerard,” Kid starts to pull his gloves off, tosses them in the back with his jacket. “You need to calm down. They are fine.”
“Fuck you.” Party grips the wheel so hard that Kid know his knuckles are white under his gloves. “And don’t fucking say that name. You know this.” He inhales and glances over at the blond man. “And for your fucking knowledge I am FINE, I’m just-“
“You’re ranting.” Kid scoots over a little on the seat, leans forward and tries to get the radio to come in a little clearer.
Party Poison makes a sound in the back of his throat and opens his hands, palms pressed to the wheel while he flexes his fingers a few times.
“I’m just pissed we got ambushed and had to leave.”
“We all are.” Kid glances over at him from his hunched over position, stops messing with the radio. “And you being frustrated won’t help any.” He leans back and stares at the red head a moment.
“Yeah, well what the fuck am I going to do about it?”
“Ask for fucking help?”
“What the fuck do I need help with?”
Kobra Kid rolls his eyes at this and leans down on the seat, stretches his body out along the worn pleather. He reaches for Party’s belt and starts to pull it loose. “Honestly Gerard, you can be fucking stupid sometimes.”
“Shit, what that fuck are you doing?” Party’s mouth is hanging open and he’s glancing down at the blond man while still trying to drive straight. He feels the zipper of his pants being pulled down and takes his left hand off the wheel, tries to shoo the other away. “Seriously, Fucking stop, I can’t drive with you-“
“You’re the one that didn’t want to stop.” Kid nudges the other man’s hand away and reaches into his pants, pulls his dick out and starts to stroke it.
“Now is not the time - fuck, hey!” Party’s face is starting to flush and he can feel himself swelling.
“Now is the perfect time.” Kid gives a light squeeze before licking the tip.
“Fuck, Mikey!” He eases off the gas and the car starts to slow down.
“Keep driving or I’ll stop.” Kid licks at the tip again, stokes the shaft a few times. “You’re getting hard awfully fast…”
“How am I supposed to fucking drive with your mouth on my dick?” Party glances down at the blond head in his lap, slouches in the seat just a bit to tilt his hips up. He presses on the accelerator again and Kid can feel the car start to speed up.
“Better figure it out.” He breathes out over Party’s growing hard on. “And how long has it been since you showered, you smell fucking nasty.”
“Shut the fuck up and gag yourself already.”
Kid laughs a little and runs his tongue along the length of his cock. He starts to suck on the tip lazily when he feels fingers threading though his hair.
“Hands on the wheel.”
“Fucking suck it already.”
“Wheel.” Kid smirks to himself when Party removes his hand. He licks the tip again, makes a sound at the salty taste.
“Thought you said I was fucking gross.” Party’s voice is a little hoarse sounding, like Kid’s ministrations are finally getting to him.
“Never said anything about your taste.” He counters pressing his lips around the tip, gathering saliva in his mouth and just letting it slowly drip down the shaft. “Makes me fucking drool.”
“Shit, can you just get on with it already?” Party flexes his fingers on the wheel and looks back down, glances at Kid’s body. His shirt’s riding up, exposing his midriff and the way his hips are tilted makes his mouth go dry.
Kid makes a sound in response, tilts his head to mouth at the base of his cock. “Eyes on the road.”
“Fuck you.”
“Make it a promise.”
“Gag yourself. Now.” Party grits out and jerks the car to the right, causing Kid to shift on the seat and curse lightly to himself.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Bump in the road.” He’s smirking to himself, glances down to see the blond man glaring up at him. “Don’t believe me?”
“You fucking suck.”
“That’s what you’re supposed to be doing."
Kid rolls his eyes and turns back to the other man’s dick, starts licking up from the base, pausing only to suck at a vein. He can feel it throb under his lips, hot and heavy. He makes an appreciative sound and starts licking back up to the tip.
“Almost forgot how you tasted.” Kid hums pressing his lips against the tip. He sucks gently again until he feels fingers in his hair again.
“Gerard, the wheel.”
“Is just fucking fine.” The fingers tighten just a little and press him down. “Now fucking choke on it.”
“Mph…” Kid makes another sound, tightens his lips to create some sort of resistance. He can hear Party Poison growl a little above him, frustrated and turned on now.
“Mikes, fucking suck it already, I’m hard and I know you want to.”
“Yeah, I do,” Kid is licking at the tip again, pressing his tongue into the slit at the top. “This is just foreplay.”
“Fucking suck my dick already.”
The fingers in his hair tighten and he’s being pushed down again. “Gerard” He breathes out, lips pressing heavily against the hot flesh.
“You keep fucking licking and teasing and I’m going to cum on your fucking face.”
Kid closes his eyes and moans at that, sucks against the little bit that’s in his mouth.
“How the fuck are we going to explain the dried cum to Ghoul and Jet?”
He moans again, can feel himself starting to drool down his chin. The car jerks a little and the hand on his head is removed.
“Fuck, I’m going to pull over now.”
“Keep driving.”
Kobra kid pulls up and licks his lips before kissing the tip again. He stretches his lips and loosens his jaw, let’s Party’s dick slip into his mouth. Above him he can hear the red head moan, can feel the car jerk forward again as the gas pedal is bumped.
“Fuck, Mikes…”
There’s a hand on the back of his head again, not pushing this time, just resting there.
“God damn, I-I forgot how much you could-ha-take in.”
Kid hums around the cock in his mouth, sucks and just fucking sucks around the hot flesh. It feels heavy on his tongue, in the back of his mouth and down his throat; nose buried in the dusty folds of the other man’s pants. He pulls up after a moment, a wet popping sound just barely noticeable over the staticy radio.
He licks his lips and rubs the spit off his chin, just stares down at Party Poison’s hard dick, admires how wet it looks, at how much he can still take in.
“Come on, Mikey - stop spacing out.”
“You look so fucking good covered in my spit.”
“Just put your mouth back on it.”
Kid moans and does just that, stretches his lips again and sinks back down, sucks and slurps before pulling up and licking the tip. He lowers his head back down, till his nose is in Party Poison’s jeans .
Party is gasping above him, breaking out in a sweat from something other than the sun. He glances back down at the man in his lap, moans at how obscene it is, watching him bob his head up and down.
“God Mikey, we should - Ha - should go out on drives more often.”
“It’s a waste of gas.”
“I don’t care if you fucking suck my dick each time.” Party Poison gasps, grabs at the blond hair again. “Fuck I’m close.”
“Mmm…” Kid moans around him and sinks back down, lips tight and pressed into an O shape. He rotates his body on the seat, presses his hips down against the pleather.
“You can’t cum in your pants.” Party is watching his hips rut against the seat, wants desperately to just stop driving and fuck him.
“Gee… Gee you got to promise to fuck me again soon.”
“Yeah-Yeah Mikes, I’ll fuck you next time we know we can bathe.” Party moans again, hips jutting up suddenly. He’s going to cum any second now, knows it. “So - so close…” He pants out.
Kid sucks a little harder, pushes his lips all the way down and moans himself, can feel the cock throbbing against his tongue. He swallows, makes his throat contract around the overheated flesh.
“Fuck - okay I-I’m there.”
He pulls up, till just the tip in still in his mouth, starts lapping at it, feels Party’s cum flood his mouth. Kid swallows and keeps sucking, till he’s not getting anything else.
“God, that felt so good.”
Kobra Kid is turning and pulling at his own belt buckle, pushing his pants down around his thighs. His head is resting against Party’s thigh and he’s staring up at him, hands pulling himself out.
The red head licks his lips and glances over at him - repeatedly.
“God, Mikey…” He breathes out in a broken voice, watches to the best of his ability as the blond man strokes himself hard and fast, dry and rough.
“So fucking ready for this.” Kid squeezes his eyes shut, mouth hanging open and lips looking obscenely red. Party takes his hand from the steering wheel and presses a finger to the others lips, rubs along the plump and abused flesh.
“I love your fucking mouth.” He says pressing in against his tongue, feeling it roll against him.
“Gerard…” Kid gasps out, around his fingers , hand still stroking his dick. He gasps out again, moves his fist to cover the head of his cock as he cums, hand catching most of it.
Party Poison starts to slow the Trans Am down, parks next to the road after a moment.
Kobra Kid pushes himself up and stares at his hand, starts to lick it clean when the redhead scoots over. He takes his hand and runs his tongue up the others fingers, sucking his cum off.
“Better?”
“I should be the one asking you that. Is your little bitch fit over?”
Party rolls his eyes and starts to fix up his pants again. “Bitch fit my ass.” He reaches over does the same for Kid. “I feel loose if you want me to say it.”
The blond man laughs a little as the radio between them starts to crackle in with a broken station.
I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows…
I can taste you on my lips - And smell you in my clothes…
“We should probably turn around now…” Party finally says, gives a crooked smile. “Head back until we can pick Dr. D up on the radio again. Kid nods next to him as the Trans Am is taken out of park and turned around.