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Re: FILL: what became of them (1/6)

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They sleep that night pulled over on the side of the road in Kentucky. Jesse seems fine with driving all the way to Raleigh, though it’s a little out of his way. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to leave. Andrew gives Jesse a bottle of water to brush his teeth, and leaves him in the cabin.

Jesse watches him go and says goodnight over the curve of his knees, untying his shoes for the evening.

“How long until we get where you’re going?” Jesse is stretching, warming up his legs from his second night sleeping curled up in the passenger seat. Andrew is leaning back against the cab of the truck, watching.

“Raleigh? Five hours, maybe a little more, factoring in traffic.”

“Ah,” Jesse says. He pauses. The sunburn on his forehead and neck is starting to fade, but the freckles still track across his nose. Andrew still doesn’t know exactly what Jesse was doing in Portland. He doesn’t think that it matters. Jesse fingers are caught in the hem of his shirt, twining it between his fingers, stretching it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Jesse says, and then he’s stepping closer and kissing Andrew. The weight of his body presses Andrew back against the metal. He has a moment of shocked stillness and by the time he’s pulling himself together, Jesse is drawing away. “I’m not misinterpreting this, am I?” Jesse asks.

Andrew doesn’t have any words, so he wraps one hand in Jesse’s dirty hair and kisses him again. He presses his fingers against Jesse’s jaw and he can feel the way that Jesse breathes in through his nose. Jesse pushes closer until there’s nowhere for Andrew to go, trapped between Jesse’s body and the truck. Andrew’s hand slides down Jesse’s back, and pushes up underneath his t-shirt until he can feel how Jesse is starting to sweat in the small of his back and just underneath the wings of his shoulder blades. From the heat of the day or not, Andrew doesn’t know.

Jesse nips at Andrew’s lower lip, then soothes it with his tongue. Jesse’s somehow pressed his knee between Andrew’s legs, and Andrew cants his hips up, pushing into it. He opens his mouth, and lets Jesse’s tongue sweep inside.

Andrew feels hot all over, tension rising from his stomach to curl in his chest, around his lungs. He can’t breathe. His fingers dig into Jesse’s back, and Jesse makes a noise against his mouth. Jesse is kissing him on the side of the road in the middle of Kentucky, and Andrew is letting him.

The truck is between them and the highway, and Andrew’s feet skid a little against the graveled shoulder as Jesse pushes his thigh up between Andrew’s legs. Andrew is mostly hard already. They are kissing sloppy and wet, one of Jesse’s hands pressed against the side of Andrew’s face.

“Fuck,” Andrew says, when Jesse pulls his mouth away. Jesse’s hips and chest are still keeping Andrew trapped against the truck, but Andrew doesn’t care. “I wasn’t going to say - anything,” he manages.

“I figured,” Jesse says, and licks a stripe up Andrew’s neck, settling his teeth in, after. Andrew’s mouth falls open, and Jesse sucks stinging marks into his skin. “I thought - I wasn’t sure.” Jesse’s words are muffled against Andrew’s skin, but he hears them anyway.

“You have to - Jesus,” Andrew says, babbling a little and tilting his head to give Jesse more room. He can see the scrub brush and short trees littering the side of the highway over Jesse’s shoulder. He’s a little desperate for this in a way that he didn’t know was possible. “Won’t you - please -”

Jesse’s lips are swollen when he looks back up at Andrew. His fingers are pushing at Andrew’s shirt, undoing the buttons. “I want to fuck you,” Jesse says. “Can I - can I fuck you?” His voice is quiet, but certain, and the sound of it kicks Andrew in the stomach. He is so hard that he can’t see straight, and he can feel that Jesse is, too, from the way that their legs are twined together.