CONVINCED
Title: Convinced
Written By: testdog65
Timeline: Season 4-ish
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
“Hello, Mr. Kinney. This is Mac from Vintage Auto Sales. I’ve got that quote you requested for your Vette. She sure is a beauty. Call me and we’ll discuss the details of the sale.”
“End messages.”
Brian switched off the playback on the answering machine and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He began walking towards the bedroom as he removed his tie, completely ignoring Justin’s stunned look. Justin put down his pen and sketchpad, and made his way into the bedroom, still silent.
Finally finding his voice, he said, “Brian, what the fuck was that all about?”
Brian’s matter-of-fact response added no new information to the mix. “I’m considering selling the Vette.”
“What? Why? You love that car.”
Brian sighed impatiently, and said, “Parts are too hard to find, it handles horribly in the snow, and it’s pretty fucking cramped.” His explanation sounded more like a pre-rehearsed laundry list rather than anything he felt strongly about.
Justin laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re getting practical in your old age, Brian.”
“Fuck you… and your practicality. It’s time for a change.” The less-than-convincing tone in Brian’s voice ensured that the conversation wasn’t ending there.
“A change to what? You’ve said yourself that, ‘classic cars never go out of style, never look dated, and don’t need to be traded in every two years to keep up with the latest in automotive trends.’”
Brian gave Justin an irritated look. “Memorizing my every word now, are we?”
Justin snorted. “I just have a very good memory. Especially where the expensive stuff is concerned.”
Justin grew serious then, moving closer to Brian and putting a hand on his shoulder. He ignored the look of distaste Brian gave him for the obvious comforting gesture.
“I thought Kinnetik was really taking off. I know you considered selling the Vette for seed money, but you’re well beyond that point now. Brian, what happened?”
Brian pushed past Justin and moved towards the bathroom. “I need a shower. You coming?”
Justin ignored the double meaning and stood his ground. “Jesus, Brian. Would you just tell me what the fuck is going on already?”
Brian paused in the doorway to the bathroom, and without turning around, mumbled something in a voice that was too low for Justin to make out.
“You care to repeat that? At a volume that can actually be heard?”
“I said, it’s too small to fuck in, OK?”
Brian continued on to the shower, but Justin didn’t follow. He was laughing too hard to do anything more than hold his stomach and try to catch his breath. Eventually, when he managed to calm down enough, he followed Brian into the bathroom.
The water was hot and steam already filled the air. Justin made sure Brian could hear him over the shower.
“Brian, there are a million places in this city to fuck. And I’m sure you know them all intimately. What difference does it make if your car’s not one of them?”
“Justin, would you just leave it alone? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a car.”
Justin had stripped out of his clothes and was entering the shower stall as he responded. “I know you care more about that car than you’re willing to admit. And,” he changed his tone as he lightly smoothed his hand over Brian’s chest, following the trail of water as it ran in rivulets down his skin, “we’ve certainly managed to get off in it on many, many occasions.”
Justin’s hand found its way further down to Brian’s cock where he cupped and stroked. They both watched as Justin brought Brian to full hardness.
“And, with the top down,” Justin continued, “we were able to fuck in it that one time.” His hand moved down further, cupping Brian’s balls as his fingertips pressed lightly on the smooth skin behind them.
Brian’s breathing had increased, but he managed an amused response. “You mean that time when the minivan pulled up next to where we were parked, and Ma, Pa and the kiddies were treated to a free show? Yeah,” Brian grunted as Justin sank to his knees and licked up the underside of his cock. “That’s sure reason enough to keep the car.”
Justin would have responded, but at that point, his mouth was full.
*****
The volume of the music faded as they walked away from Babylon. The night felt heavy and damp from the recent rain. As they made their way down the deserted side street and neared the car, Brian pulled Justin towards him, kissing the side of his face. Justin paused, turned to face Brian and leaned into him. Their lips met, the kiss hungry and rough. After a few moments, Justin pulled back and looked up at Brian from under his lashes. Panting slightly, he whispered, “I don’t want to wait.”
Brian’s stare was predatory, as he pushed Justin roughly against the car. His lips were now just a breath away from Justin’s. His look was intense and dark as he said, “I wanna fuck you. Bury my cock balls deep inside of you and fuck you until you come.”
“Yeah,” breathed Justin, gripping Brian’s ass with his hands and grinding against him. “Want that, too.” He kissed down the side of Brian’s face, running his tongue along his jaw and nipping at the skin where it curved into his neck. Brian arched his head back a little, giving Justin better access.
“Fuck me here, Brian.” Justin’s voice was quiet, but demanding. Without hesitating, Brian pulled back and turned Justin until he was facing the car. He placed Justin’s hands, palms down, on top of the rag roof. Justin wiggled his ass back, pressing into Brian and eliciting a low growl.
Brian ran his tongue down the side of Justin’s neck and bit the skin at the curve into his shoulder. He kept his hold on Justin’s skin with his teeth as he moved his hands up and began unbuttoning Justin’s jeans.
“Brian,” moaned Justin. “Put your hands on my cock. God, I’m so hard.”
Brian undid the last of the buttons and slipped a warm hand inside. Too softly, he caressed Justin’s cock. Justin strained forward, trying to increase the friction, but groaned when Brian bit down harder to keep him still.
“Damn it, Brian. Quit teasing.” Justin usually appreciated long, drawn out foreplay, but they had been doing everything except fuck on the dance floor for the last hour, and Justin was aching with the need to come.
Brian let out a half laugh, half groan as Justin rocked back into him, finding just the right angle and pressure to make Brian want to stop with the torture.
Pulling back, Brian reached a hand into his front pocket for the ever-present condom and lube. A sudden clap of thunder broke the nighttime silence, and then it started to rain. Hard.
“Fuck,” Brian almost yelled as he abandoned his attempt at getting out the supplies and instead pulled out his keys. They were on the passenger side of the car, and Brian quickly unlocked the door to let Justin in. Before he could make his way around to the other side of the car, Justin opened his door, grabbed Brian by the arm and pulled him back. Brian was caught off balance, enabling Justin to easily push him down into the passenger seat.
“For fuck’s sake, Justin. Now’s not the time to insist on driving.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll still be driving,” said Justin, his voice heavy with undiminished lust. “Get in,” he insisted as he leaned down to push Brian’s legs into the car.
Mildly curious with where Justin might be taking this, Brian pulled his legs the rest of the way into the passenger side. As the rain picked up in force, Justin turned and wiggled into the car, ass first. He sat on Brian’s lap, twisted until his legs were stretched out over Brian’s and his back was pressed against his chest. He reached out to close the door and then let his head drop back onto the seat, just beside Brian’s.
Brian laughed then as there was literally nowhere for either of them to move. Justin rested damp and heavy on top of him, sitting just at Brian’s crotch and putting a welcomed pressure on his still-hard cock. The rain beat down on the roof, creating a curtain of sound that blocked the outside world, broken only by the intermittent loud cracks of thunder.
“So now that you’ve got us wedged in here so tight that we can’t actually do anything, please share with me how you think this is going to work.”
Justin turned his face towards Brian, a smug smile played at his lips. “This is us. We’ll figure it out.” His jeans were already open from Brian’s previous explorations, and he struggled to work the rain-dampened fabric over his hips and down his thighs. Brian didn’t seem to mind as Justin squirmed on top of him. When his jeans were off, he rested his bare ass on Brian’s lap, pushed back and sighed as Brian began running his hands up his thighs and over his hips, avoiding for now Justin’s hard cock.
“Your turn, Brian,” Justin said as his breathing got heavier from the feel of Brian’s hands teasing his exposed skin.
“Yeah, about that,” said Brian, grinding his own hard, and still fully clothed cock up into Justin’s ass. “How exactly am I supposed to, mmmm, get my dick out and up your ass, given the fact that you’re sitting on it?”
“Here,” said Justin, lifting up. One shoulder was braced against the seat next to Brian’s head, and his feet were firmly planted on the car floor, giving him enough leverage to just lift his weight off of Brian. “Now try.”
Brian moved his hands to the waist of his pants, barely able to get them in the space under Justin’s ass. After a bit of fumbling, and encouraged by the feel of Justin’s skin against the backs of his hands, he managed to get his pants open and pushed slightly down his hips, but they weren’t going any further. It wasn’t an issue, though, as his cock was now fully exposed. He rested his hands back on Justin’s hips and gently guided him back down to his lap. They both groaned at the skin-on-skin contact.
Brian’s hands found their way back to Justin’s thighs and he slowly caressed up and down before moving them further up, taking Justin’s shirt with him and exposing the skin of his chest. Sliding a hand back down, he began a slow stroking of Justin’s cock, his other hand rubbing small circles over Justin’s nipple, and then pinching. Justin rocked in Brian’s lap, Brian’s hard cock pressed into the small of his back.
Justin was losing himself in Brian’s stroking, but wouldn’t be content with getting off like this. As Brian continued the slow hand job, Justin reached out and felt his way into one of the storage pockets in the dashboard console directly in front of him, where he found the lube and a condom. He made quick work of opening the condom package, and as he was removing its contents, Brian’s hands were on his, taking it from him.
“Lift up again,” he ordered, his voice clear over the sound of the rain from outside the car.
Justin lifted up again, giving Brian just enough room to maneuver the condom down his now leaking cock. Justin took advantage of the move to place his well-lubed fingers at his hole, generously coating the outside and pushing in just a bit to spread the wetness.
The car was cramped and it should have been impossible to make it work, but they were both too far gone to notice. Brian’s cock was now pushing against Justin’s hole. Justin slowly lowered himself back down, feeling Brian stretch him as he pushed inside. The angle was awkward and Justin had to rock his hips slightly, making Brian gasp. But finally, he managed to work his way down until he was again sitting on Brian’s lap, this time with Brian’s cock buried deep inside him.
Justin held still, allowing himself time to adjust to the penetration. Fucking at this angle was intense.
“OK?” asked Brian as he nuzzled his face into Justin’s hair.
“Yeah, it’s just… You’re in so deep like this.” Justin took a sudden, gasping breath. “Give me a minute, OK?”
Brian licked the side of Justin’s neck then and brought his hand around to Justin’s cock, stroking up and palming the tip, wet with precome. He waited for Justin’s signal, trying desperately not to push his hips up, knowing that Justin would tell him when. At that moment, a particularly bright and prolonged flash of lightening illuminated the night and the inside of the car. The image of Justin’s pale body straddling him, eyes closed, head back, cock straining and wrapped by Brian’s hand, burned itself into his brain as the lightening faded and the thunder cracked.
As if triggered by the thunder, Justin gasped, “Now, Brian. Fuck me now.”
Justin remained still, not able to move with any kind of rhythm given the confines of the space. Brian took care of that, starting a small rocking of his hips up and back, providing friction and, due to the angle of penetration, massaging Justin’s prostate in the process.
Justin sucked in a breath at the increase in sensation and squeezed his ass around Brian’s cock. Brian gasped in response and brought the hand that had been stroking Justin’s cock down to lightly cup his balls, making him squirm in appreciation.
Brian continued his restrained thrusting, finding the skin of Justin’s neck and licking and sucking at the salty dampness there. Justin turned his head, and they managed to bring their lips together for an awkward but deep kiss.
Brian’s rocking was increasing in speed, and he brought both hands to Justin’s hips for greater leverage and control. The thunder and rain continued unabated outside the car, but neither of them noticed as their own sounds of pleasure drowned out the loudness of the storm.
“So deep, Brian. Never felt you this deep,” gasped Justin.
Brian licked at Justin’s lips, nipping lightly at the bottom one. “Wanna stay inside you like this. So tight, buried to my balls.” Brian groaned. “Yeah. Do that again. Squeeze me again.” And Justin did, bearing down and increasing the already tight pressure on Brian’s throbbing cock. Brian pushed up again, this time more strongly as he planted his feet on the car floor and used his hands on Justin’s hips to force himself even deeper. He knew this was intense for Justin, but the noises that Justin was making told him it was all good.
“Touch me, Brian. Need to feel your hands on my cock. Need to come.”
Brian shared Justin’s need, but wasn’t ready for the fuck to end. “Not yet. Just a little longer,” he whispered between labored breaths. Justin groaned and pushed back harder against Brian’s next thrust. Their movements were still restrained, and the inability to increase the friction any further had them both in a state of near desperation.
The cramped confines of the car and the cacophony of the storm were equally forgotten as all focus narrowed to just the two of them. And finally it was too much for Brian to hold back any more. He moved his hand from where he gripped Justin’s hip, up to Justin’s swollen cock, surrounding, tightening, stroking.
Panting and ready to come, Justin ground out, “Don’t sell the car Brian. Jesus, fuck. Just… Don’t. Sell. It.” He gave a final gasp then, his straining cock pulsing in Brian’s fist as he came.
The tightening on Brian’s cock increased with Justin’s orgasm, and it was too much for him. He groaned, pushed his hips forward and up in one sharp move, and came hard and long, buried deep in Justin’s ass.
The rain was quieter now, the thunder having passed as the storm moved on. Brian’s hands played across Justin’s exposed skin, caressing lightly as they both recovered. The enclosed space of the car was humid and dark, a cocoon of quiet against the white noise of the still-falling rain.
*****
“Mr. Kinnney? This is Mac, again, from Vintage Auto Sales. Got your message about taking the Vette off the market. I sure am disappointed that you decided not to sell, but I must say I understand wanting to hang onto a beauty like that. If there’s anything I can do for you in the future, just give a holler. You have my number.”
“End messages.”
Justin looked up from the sketch he was working on as Brian set down his briefcase and keys and loosened his tie. He didn’t say anything, but got up and moved over to Brian. When they were standing close, foreheads touching in a silent hello, Justin smiled, the smallest questioning look on his face. Brian gave his own small smile in return, reached over to retrieve his keys and said, “Wanna go for a ride?”
Written By: testdog65
Timeline: Season 4-ish
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
“Hello, Mr. Kinney. This is Mac from Vintage Auto Sales. I’ve got that quote you requested for your Vette. She sure is a beauty. Call me and we’ll discuss the details of the sale.”
“End messages.”
Brian switched off the playback on the answering machine and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He began walking towards the bedroom as he removed his tie, completely ignoring Justin’s stunned look. Justin put down his pen and sketchpad, and made his way into the bedroom, still silent.
Finally finding his voice, he said, “Brian, what the fuck was that all about?”
Brian’s matter-of-fact response added no new information to the mix. “I’m considering selling the Vette.”
“What? Why? You love that car.”
Brian sighed impatiently, and said, “Parts are too hard to find, it handles horribly in the snow, and it’s pretty fucking cramped.” His explanation sounded more like a pre-rehearsed laundry list rather than anything he felt strongly about.
Justin laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re getting practical in your old age, Brian.”
“Fuck you… and your practicality. It’s time for a change.” The less-than-convincing tone in Brian’s voice ensured that the conversation wasn’t ending there.
“A change to what? You’ve said yourself that, ‘classic cars never go out of style, never look dated, and don’t need to be traded in every two years to keep up with the latest in automotive trends.’”
Brian gave Justin an irritated look. “Memorizing my every word now, are we?”
Justin snorted. “I just have a very good memory. Especially where the expensive stuff is concerned.”
Justin grew serious then, moving closer to Brian and putting a hand on his shoulder. He ignored the look of distaste Brian gave him for the obvious comforting gesture.
“I thought Kinnetik was really taking off. I know you considered selling the Vette for seed money, but you’re well beyond that point now. Brian, what happened?”
Brian pushed past Justin and moved towards the bathroom. “I need a shower. You coming?”
Justin ignored the double meaning and stood his ground. “Jesus, Brian. Would you just tell me what the fuck is going on already?”
Brian paused in the doorway to the bathroom, and without turning around, mumbled something in a voice that was too low for Justin to make out.
“You care to repeat that? At a volume that can actually be heard?”
“I said, it’s too small to fuck in, OK?”
Brian continued on to the shower, but Justin didn’t follow. He was laughing too hard to do anything more than hold his stomach and try to catch his breath. Eventually, when he managed to calm down enough, he followed Brian into the bathroom.
The water was hot and steam already filled the air. Justin made sure Brian could hear him over the shower.
“Brian, there are a million places in this city to fuck. And I’m sure you know them all intimately. What difference does it make if your car’s not one of them?”
“Justin, would you just leave it alone? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a car.”
Justin had stripped out of his clothes and was entering the shower stall as he responded. “I know you care more about that car than you’re willing to admit. And,” he changed his tone as he lightly smoothed his hand over Brian’s chest, following the trail of water as it ran in rivulets down his skin, “we’ve certainly managed to get off in it on many, many occasions.”
Justin’s hand found its way further down to Brian’s cock where he cupped and stroked. They both watched as Justin brought Brian to full hardness.
“And, with the top down,” Justin continued, “we were able to fuck in it that one time.” His hand moved down further, cupping Brian’s balls as his fingertips pressed lightly on the smooth skin behind them.
Brian’s breathing had increased, but he managed an amused response. “You mean that time when the minivan pulled up next to where we were parked, and Ma, Pa and the kiddies were treated to a free show? Yeah,” Brian grunted as Justin sank to his knees and licked up the underside of his cock. “That’s sure reason enough to keep the car.”
Justin would have responded, but at that point, his mouth was full.
*****
The volume of the music faded as they walked away from Babylon. The night felt heavy and damp from the recent rain. As they made their way down the deserted side street and neared the car, Brian pulled Justin towards him, kissing the side of his face. Justin paused, turned to face Brian and leaned into him. Their lips met, the kiss hungry and rough. After a few moments, Justin pulled back and looked up at Brian from under his lashes. Panting slightly, he whispered, “I don’t want to wait.”
Brian’s stare was predatory, as he pushed Justin roughly against the car. His lips were now just a breath away from Justin’s. His look was intense and dark as he said, “I wanna fuck you. Bury my cock balls deep inside of you and fuck you until you come.”
“Yeah,” breathed Justin, gripping Brian’s ass with his hands and grinding against him. “Want that, too.” He kissed down the side of Brian’s face, running his tongue along his jaw and nipping at the skin where it curved into his neck. Brian arched his head back a little, giving Justin better access.
“Fuck me here, Brian.” Justin’s voice was quiet, but demanding. Without hesitating, Brian pulled back and turned Justin until he was facing the car. He placed Justin’s hands, palms down, on top of the rag roof. Justin wiggled his ass back, pressing into Brian and eliciting a low growl.
Brian ran his tongue down the side of Justin’s neck and bit the skin at the curve into his shoulder. He kept his hold on Justin’s skin with his teeth as he moved his hands up and began unbuttoning Justin’s jeans.
“Brian,” moaned Justin. “Put your hands on my cock. God, I’m so hard.”
Brian undid the last of the buttons and slipped a warm hand inside. Too softly, he caressed Justin’s cock. Justin strained forward, trying to increase the friction, but groaned when Brian bit down harder to keep him still.
“Damn it, Brian. Quit teasing.” Justin usually appreciated long, drawn out foreplay, but they had been doing everything except fuck on the dance floor for the last hour, and Justin was aching with the need to come.
Brian let out a half laugh, half groan as Justin rocked back into him, finding just the right angle and pressure to make Brian want to stop with the torture.
Pulling back, Brian reached a hand into his front pocket for the ever-present condom and lube. A sudden clap of thunder broke the nighttime silence, and then it started to rain. Hard.
“Fuck,” Brian almost yelled as he abandoned his attempt at getting out the supplies and instead pulled out his keys. They were on the passenger side of the car, and Brian quickly unlocked the door to let Justin in. Before he could make his way around to the other side of the car, Justin opened his door, grabbed Brian by the arm and pulled him back. Brian was caught off balance, enabling Justin to easily push him down into the passenger seat.
“For fuck’s sake, Justin. Now’s not the time to insist on driving.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll still be driving,” said Justin, his voice heavy with undiminished lust. “Get in,” he insisted as he leaned down to push Brian’s legs into the car.
Mildly curious with where Justin might be taking this, Brian pulled his legs the rest of the way into the passenger side. As the rain picked up in force, Justin turned and wiggled into the car, ass first. He sat on Brian’s lap, twisted until his legs were stretched out over Brian’s and his back was pressed against his chest. He reached out to close the door and then let his head drop back onto the seat, just beside Brian’s.
Brian laughed then as there was literally nowhere for either of them to move. Justin rested damp and heavy on top of him, sitting just at Brian’s crotch and putting a welcomed pressure on his still-hard cock. The rain beat down on the roof, creating a curtain of sound that blocked the outside world, broken only by the intermittent loud cracks of thunder.
“So now that you’ve got us wedged in here so tight that we can’t actually do anything, please share with me how you think this is going to work.”
Justin turned his face towards Brian, a smug smile played at his lips. “This is us. We’ll figure it out.” His jeans were already open from Brian’s previous explorations, and he struggled to work the rain-dampened fabric over his hips and down his thighs. Brian didn’t seem to mind as Justin squirmed on top of him. When his jeans were off, he rested his bare ass on Brian’s lap, pushed back and sighed as Brian began running his hands up his thighs and over his hips, avoiding for now Justin’s hard cock.
“Your turn, Brian,” Justin said as his breathing got heavier from the feel of Brian’s hands teasing his exposed skin.
“Yeah, about that,” said Brian, grinding his own hard, and still fully clothed cock up into Justin’s ass. “How exactly am I supposed to, mmmm, get my dick out and up your ass, given the fact that you’re sitting on it?”
“Here,” said Justin, lifting up. One shoulder was braced against the seat next to Brian’s head, and his feet were firmly planted on the car floor, giving him enough leverage to just lift his weight off of Brian. “Now try.”
Brian moved his hands to the waist of his pants, barely able to get them in the space under Justin’s ass. After a bit of fumbling, and encouraged by the feel of Justin’s skin against the backs of his hands, he managed to get his pants open and pushed slightly down his hips, but they weren’t going any further. It wasn’t an issue, though, as his cock was now fully exposed. He rested his hands back on Justin’s hips and gently guided him back down to his lap. They both groaned at the skin-on-skin contact.
Brian’s hands found their way back to Justin’s thighs and he slowly caressed up and down before moving them further up, taking Justin’s shirt with him and exposing the skin of his chest. Sliding a hand back down, he began a slow stroking of Justin’s cock, his other hand rubbing small circles over Justin’s nipple, and then pinching. Justin rocked in Brian’s lap, Brian’s hard cock pressed into the small of his back.
Justin was losing himself in Brian’s stroking, but wouldn’t be content with getting off like this. As Brian continued the slow hand job, Justin reached out and felt his way into one of the storage pockets in the dashboard console directly in front of him, where he found the lube and a condom. He made quick work of opening the condom package, and as he was removing its contents, Brian’s hands were on his, taking it from him.
“Lift up again,” he ordered, his voice clear over the sound of the rain from outside the car.
Justin lifted up again, giving Brian just enough room to maneuver the condom down his now leaking cock. Justin took advantage of the move to place his well-lubed fingers at his hole, generously coating the outside and pushing in just a bit to spread the wetness.
The car was cramped and it should have been impossible to make it work, but they were both too far gone to notice. Brian’s cock was now pushing against Justin’s hole. Justin slowly lowered himself back down, feeling Brian stretch him as he pushed inside. The angle was awkward and Justin had to rock his hips slightly, making Brian gasp. But finally, he managed to work his way down until he was again sitting on Brian’s lap, this time with Brian’s cock buried deep inside him.
Justin held still, allowing himself time to adjust to the penetration. Fucking at this angle was intense.
“OK?” asked Brian as he nuzzled his face into Justin’s hair.
“Yeah, it’s just… You’re in so deep like this.” Justin took a sudden, gasping breath. “Give me a minute, OK?”
Brian licked the side of Justin’s neck then and brought his hand around to Justin’s cock, stroking up and palming the tip, wet with precome. He waited for Justin’s signal, trying desperately not to push his hips up, knowing that Justin would tell him when. At that moment, a particularly bright and prolonged flash of lightening illuminated the night and the inside of the car. The image of Justin’s pale body straddling him, eyes closed, head back, cock straining and wrapped by Brian’s hand, burned itself into his brain as the lightening faded and the thunder cracked.
As if triggered by the thunder, Justin gasped, “Now, Brian. Fuck me now.”
Justin remained still, not able to move with any kind of rhythm given the confines of the space. Brian took care of that, starting a small rocking of his hips up and back, providing friction and, due to the angle of penetration, massaging Justin’s prostate in the process.
Justin sucked in a breath at the increase in sensation and squeezed his ass around Brian’s cock. Brian gasped in response and brought the hand that had been stroking Justin’s cock down to lightly cup his balls, making him squirm in appreciation.
Brian continued his restrained thrusting, finding the skin of Justin’s neck and licking and sucking at the salty dampness there. Justin turned his head, and they managed to bring their lips together for an awkward but deep kiss.
Brian’s rocking was increasing in speed, and he brought both hands to Justin’s hips for greater leverage and control. The thunder and rain continued unabated outside the car, but neither of them noticed as their own sounds of pleasure drowned out the loudness of the storm.
“So deep, Brian. Never felt you this deep,” gasped Justin.
Brian licked at Justin’s lips, nipping lightly at the bottom one. “Wanna stay inside you like this. So tight, buried to my balls.” Brian groaned. “Yeah. Do that again. Squeeze me again.” And Justin did, bearing down and increasing the already tight pressure on Brian’s throbbing cock. Brian pushed up again, this time more strongly as he planted his feet on the car floor and used his hands on Justin’s hips to force himself even deeper. He knew this was intense for Justin, but the noises that Justin was making told him it was all good.
“Touch me, Brian. Need to feel your hands on my cock. Need to come.”
Brian shared Justin’s need, but wasn’t ready for the fuck to end. “Not yet. Just a little longer,” he whispered between labored breaths. Justin groaned and pushed back harder against Brian’s next thrust. Their movements were still restrained, and the inability to increase the friction any further had them both in a state of near desperation.
The cramped confines of the car and the cacophony of the storm were equally forgotten as all focus narrowed to just the two of them. And finally it was too much for Brian to hold back any more. He moved his hand from where he gripped Justin’s hip, up to Justin’s swollen cock, surrounding, tightening, stroking.
Panting and ready to come, Justin ground out, “Don’t sell the car Brian. Jesus, fuck. Just… Don’t. Sell. It.” He gave a final gasp then, his straining cock pulsing in Brian’s fist as he came.
The tightening on Brian’s cock increased with Justin’s orgasm, and it was too much for him. He groaned, pushed his hips forward and up in one sharp move, and came hard and long, buried deep in Justin’s ass.
The rain was quieter now, the thunder having passed as the storm moved on. Brian’s hands played across Justin’s exposed skin, caressing lightly as they both recovered. The enclosed space of the car was humid and dark, a cocoon of quiet against the white noise of the still-falling rain.
*****
“Mr. Kinnney? This is Mac, again, from Vintage Auto Sales. Got your message about taking the Vette off the market. I sure am disappointed that you decided not to sell, but I must say I understand wanting to hang onto a beauty like that. If there’s anything I can do for you in the future, just give a holler. You have my number.”
“End messages.”
Justin looked up from the sketch he was working on as Brian set down his briefcase and keys and loosened his tie. He didn’t say anything, but got up and moved over to Brian. When they were standing close, foreheads touching in a silent hello, Justin smiled, the smallest questioning look on his face. Brian gave his own small smile in return, reached over to retrieve his keys and said, “Wanna go for a ride?”