Author's note: When writing
this I decided to ignore some basic laws of what's physically possible,
like the actual size of the interior of a car and how much you can do in it.
But you'll forgive me for the sake of smut, right? ^_~
A ride in the car
Matt shifted gears, flicked the blinkers, and turned left into the parking garage. The brief stop at the ticket booth gave his eyes the chance to adjust from the early summer sun outside to the dimmer lighting inside. Then the security gate lifted and he drove on, down one level, and stopped close to the elevator doors.
While he waited he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm to the song playing on the stereo, his head bobbing a little and his heel thumping against the car mat to the heavy drums and bass. Yeah, this song had some upbeat solos that he certainly enjoyed. The lead singer of Razor Breeze was a friend of his and this was their latest album he was listening to. Gabriel liked the music as well and was an avid fan. Matt currently had two tickets to the group's next performance burning in the back pocket of his jeans and Gabriel would love him for it.
Of course Gabriel already did love him; this was just another spice to it. Matt smiled, unconsciously flashing one of his rarely seen let-me-fuck-you-now smiles, as Gabriel liked to call them, at an unsuspecting woman exiting the elevator. She did a double-take before she flushed slightly and then hurried along to her car further down the garage.
Matt abruptly clamped his lips together and cleared his throat, feeling a bit awkward, half wondering why she had looked so strangely at him. Gabriel often accused him of being sex on legs, though he hardly saw himself as that. However, he did know he held some appeal to both sexes. Apparently all the weightlifting and swimming must have paid off, because Gabriel would with both possessive pride and a hint of jealousy, drag him along when anyone paid Matt too much attention.
Gabriel on the other hand, Matt's lover, was truly sex on legs to use the expression correctly. Slender, wiry muscles hardened from all that weightlifting and kickboxing he regularly did, and the running only gave him a sleeker physique than if he would have stayed solely in the gym. Mmm, Matt licked his lips at the thought.
This was where he sat waiting now to pick said lover up, from the same gym where they had first met. That night, out of the seven or eight people there for a late evening training session, Gabriel had asked Matt to spot for him and then returned the favor. Something had clicked between them and twenty-four hours later they had gone on their first date. Forty-eight hours later they found themselves in bed together and Matt had soon realized what a little sex fiend he'd gotten on his hands. Not that he complained, it was the best sex of his life.
The elevator doors opened again and this time they let out the object of his affection. Gabriel looked around once before he spotted Matt's silvery Toyota and headed over, a smile on his face, a spring in his step and the heavy bag slung over a shoulder. He was wearing those dark blue jeans that fit him so well, clinging rather fetchingly to his tight ass, and a formfitting black V-necked t-shirt. Who was sex on legs now?
Matt grinned when Gabriel opened the backdoor to dump his bag and then took the passenger seat next to him.
"Hi," Gabriel said, a bit out of breath but cheerful, and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. His black hair was slightly damp from a recent shower and his bangs were falling in a sexy disarray of shiny waves across his forehead.
"Hi," Matt said and smiled.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Gabriel began. "Someone took one of my boots."
"You got it back though?"
"Of course. Just had to ask a girl to run after the guy. He said he didn't even notice the pinch to his toes until I told him it wasn't his size."
Matt shook his head and chuckled. "How come you always manage to do things like that?" he teased his lover. Especially since they were Doc Martens biker boots and he didn't think the scuffs on the toes of Gabriel's boots would be that hard to get wrong.
Gabriel gave him an offended look. "Hey, it wasn't my fault. He took my boot, remember?"
Matt grinned. "I'm just teasing."
Gabriel pouted in that adoringly impish way he did when he knew he was being teased but wanted Matt to pay for it. Matt's smile widened and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Gabriel tilted his head slightly at the look Matt was giving him; one dark-blue eye narrowing as he wondered what Matt was hiding. Gabriel could always tell, which made it difficult to surprise him, but much more fun teasing him.
"You're hiding something," Gabriel said, shifting a bit in his seat so he could look more levelly at Matt.
"What makes you think that?" Matt asked innocently.
"Come on!" Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I can see right through you, you know. You suck at lying."
Matt sniffed and flicked back a blond strand of his bangs from his forehead in mock-offence. "I don't lie," he stated with a narrow, brown-eyed look at his lover.
"Uh-huh," Gabriel said, not that easily convinced. "Now spit it out, man."
Admitting defeat – and that he truly was a bad liar, and apparently transparent – Matt shifted and pulled out the two tickets from his pocket. At first Gabriel just stared, before a huge smile split his face in two.
"No way!" he breathed, reaching out to take the tickets and inspect them, making sure he wasn't seeing things.
"Yes way," Matt assured and felt positively warm inside from the joy in Gabriel's eyes.
Matt was only two years older than Gabriel but he still amazed at how easy it was to make his lover happy. Whenever they met new people Gabriel had to show them his ID before they believed he was really twenty-six and not eighteen, what with his young looks and the carefree way he sometimes behaved. Matt loved his boyfriend to bits.
Gabriel laughed and nearly threw himself across the gearshift to hug Matt, who had to catch him around the waist. "It's tomorrow!" Gabriel exclaimed. "How ever did you manage that?"
Matt shrugged as best he could with a lover clinging to his neck. "Brad thought he should repay me for checking on his plants last time they were on tour."
Gabriel laughed and planted a kiss on his lips. "I bet he did." Then another kiss as his fingers slid up into Matt's hair. "Perhaps I should thank him," he murmured between kisses. "Just so he doesn't forget us next time he goes away."
Matt growled at that thought, unmistakably meant to paint a certain scene in his mind, and hugged his lover tighter to his chest. "No way!" he stated firmly and pressed his tongue deeper into Gabriel's hot, welcoming mouth.
Gabriel hummed happily into the kiss, slowly shifting his long legs, turning, and suddenly Matt had a lap full of his lover. How Gabriel managed stuff like this he never knew, but he guessed Yoga was good for something.
Gabriel's agile tongue met Matt's halfway and he was slightly distracted from the deft fingers that began to undo the buttons of his short sleeved, pale yellow shirt. Gabriel managed them all down to the top of his jeans before Matt had to come up for air.
"Hey," he panted. "We're in the car, Gabe." He was silenced momentarily by a kiss. "In the garage," he added when Gabriel leaned back a little to get at his belt.
"I know," his lover replied, a smile on his lips as he succeeded with the belt and pulled it out of the belt loops.
Matt sighed when a warm mouth attached to his neck. He never could talk Gabriel out of sex once he got it into his head. And this wasn't the strangest place they'd had it in. The most risky perhaps, what with surveillance cameras and the elevator just over there, but worse could happen. And Gabriel did have a way about him that made Matt always go along willingly.
He tilted his head back against the headrest and slid his fingers into wavy, black hair when Gabriel continued down his chest, fingers teasing one nipple into a stiff little bud while his mouth sucked and nibbled at the other. Matt had never known anyone with such a nipple fetish as Gabriel, nor anyone that could make him come just from this stimulation.
Matt groaned when Gabriel shifted on his lap, suddenly becoming hyper aware of the hard-on in Gabriel's pants. He reached down between them and cupped him, pressing his palm against the bulge, and Gabriel moaned deep in his throat.
"Oh, man," Gabriel whispered, his voice raspy. "I just gotta fuck you."
Matt smiled at the insistent tone. "I don't have a condom."
Gabriel grinned and began to reach for his bag in the back. "I do."
Gabriel leaned over and his body stretched, which presented Matt with a very nice view of a tight butt cheek wrapped in tight denim, and he couldn't help but put his hands on his lover's body. Having Gabriel half crouching also made it easier to get at the button and zipper of his jeans. Seeing the little tuft of dark hair that peeked out through the now open fly, Matt realized with a thrill of lust that Gabriel had gone commando. God, he loved it when Gabe did that, and Matt happily took advantage.
Gabriel gasped when Matt slid his fingers down the back of his pants, squirming just a bit in a way that told him this was exactly what Gabriel wanted. He chuckled at the goose bumps that rose on the skin where Gabriel's t-shirt had ridden up and licked the hip nearest to him, sleek abdominal muscles attached to sharp bone. Sex on legs indeed, it never failed to make him hard and aching, worshipping his lover's wonderful body.
Gabriel found what he was rummaging around in his bag for and pushed himself back into Matt's lap. "Shit, man," he panted. "Quit distracting me like that." But he said it with a smile.
Whatever Matt had planned as a reply got lost in the moan that escaped instead when Gabriel popped the buttons on his jeans open and snaked a hand inside. He couldn't help but thrust up into the hand boldly cupping his erection and Gabriel's head bumped against the ceiling of the car in the process. They both laughed at that and Matt ran his fingers through his lover's hair in way of apology.
"Oh, man," Gabriel murmured when he pulled Matt out of the confines of his jockstrap. "You're so big."
Matt shuddered pleasurably at the heated, possessive look Gabriel gave his cock. He'd go through fire just to feel it on him.
"I wish I could suck you," Gabriel said, leaning in to flick his tongue against Matt's lips.
"Yeah," was the most eloquent response he could come up with at the moment. Hell yeah, he loved it when Gabriel went down on him. But right then there wasn't enough room for that, no matter how flexible Gabriel was.
The screech of tires and the sound of an engine had them both stiffening where they sat and Matt thought of the highly conspicuous position they were in; both of them with their pants open and Gabriel with his hand firmly wrapped around Matt's cock, and what it would do to anyone passing by. But no one came, more than a minute passed with them just sitting there, staring at each other and panting in excitement.
Gabriel grinned at him and began stroking his cock. "I think we should get started, huh?"
Matt chuckled. "Yeah." Since there was no talking Gabriel out of it now they might as well do it and go home so he could worship his lover's body more thoroughly in bed. Or in the shower. Or perhaps on the kitchen table.
He helped Gabriel take his boots off, leaving the socks on in their haste, before he rose to his knees to let Matt pull the jeans down as far as they would go in this position. Gabriel's hard cock sprang free and Matt grinned when he saw just how aroused his lover was, the head pushing its way out from rosy foreskin, a few drops of pre-come beading on the tip. Gabriel leaned over Matt, his hands planted on each side of the headrest, as he shifted first one leg and then the other while Matt pulled his legs free of the pants.
Finally naked from the waist down Gabriel settled once more on Matt's lap and pressed a wet kiss to his lips. His fingers were occupied with the small bottle of lube, flipping the top open and dribbling it over Matt's groin, not to mention his jeans.
"Hey, I have to wear those until we get home, you know," Matt complained, though not really caring as he was more interested in getting enough lube on his own fingers so he could prepare his lover.
Gabriel grinned, tipping the bottled over his upheld palm only long enough for Matt to get what he wanted, before he flipped the lid closed and tossed it in the direction of the passenger seat.
"More the reason to head straight home, then, huh?" Gabriel said. Then he gasped and threw his head back, nearly thumping it against the ceiling again, when Matt stroked his wet fingers down the crack of his ass.
Matt drank in the sight of his lover panting and squirming on his lap, but then had his attention redirected as Gabriel squeezed his erection.
"Fuck!" he yelped and Gabriel slitted his eyes open to give him a heated, dark blue look.
"Yes, please," he breathed.
Gabriel made short work of the lube and condom, having Matt slicked and ready before Matt had barely begun stretching his lover. Gabriel panted as he held onto Matt's shoulder, rolling his hips a little to make Matt work faster, sliding in a second finger and scissoring.
Matt flicked against Gabriel's prostate and savored the deep-throated moan Gabriel made when his nerves were set afire. Gabriel continued to rock against his fingers, and when he started to whine Matt knew he was ready. He quickly coated his own cock with what was left of the lube and grasped at Gabriel's slim hips.
"Wait," Gabriel panted, stiffening where he sat, and suddenly Matt thought they had been caught. But Gabriel only reached down between the seat and the door and pulled the lever, and suddenly Matt was more or less lying down.
Gabriel grinned at him and Matt scooted down a bit as Gabriel scooted forward, positioning himself above the tip of Matt's throbbing cock. Then he grasped the root and lowered down over it. Matt held his breath at the sight, too caught up in lust and need to care about anything else in the world than his lover.
Gabriel breathed slowly as he worked himself down, sliding up and down a bit to open up his body and let himself adjust. Matt supported him with his hands on his hips, rubbing his thumbs over the edges of his hipbones. Gabriel's stomach muscles rippled as he rolled his hips again and Matt licked his lips, wanting very much to see more of his lover.
Gabriel let out a happy sigh when he was seated all the way down against Matt's groin, smiling down at his lover and squeezing with his thighs as he leaned down. "Fuck me," he whispered against Matt's lips and Matt happily did so.
He rocked his hips up once and Gabriel gasped, his eyes burning and his cheeks flushing a bit with passion. Then he pressed down when Matt thrust up next and it was all a dance from then on.
Matt watched as Gabriel clung to him, moaning and gasping when his prostate was hit, and he pushed the black t-shirt up under his arms to see more of Gabriel's chest. His pecs were nicely defined, his nipples a bit darker than Matt's and stiff as pebbles. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over one and grinned when Gabriel rasped out a "Yes! More!". He happily indulged his lover.
Gabriel was moaning constantly now and Matt realized he was close. Despite knowing where they were and the danger of being caught, he wanted to prolong his lover's pleasure, and stopped.
"No," Gabriel panted. "Don't stop." He looked at Matt from under heavy eyelids and dark lashes, and reached out to tease one of Matt's nipples. "I was so close."
"I know," Matt answered and heard how hoarse his own voice was. Then Gabriel nearly bent at the middle to fasten his mouth where his fingers had been just moments before. "Oh, babe," Matt groaned and his hips stared thrusting again of their own accord. Gabriel murmured something unintelligible against his skin and continued to torment his nipple. He really knew Matt too well.
Not to be outdone by his lover he reached down and started jerking Gabriel off. Gabriel cried out and bucked, hitting his head against the ceiling and neither of them noticing. He began undulating, thrusting into Matt's hand and then back onto his cock, taking his pleasure and giving Matt an eyeful of exactly how hot his lover could be.
Gabriel's muscles rippled in waves from chest to groin, the tendons in his neck tensing and becoming more prominent as he tilted his head back. Then he cried out "Fuck!" and the next thing Matt knew something hot and wet hit his chest, his stomach and then began dribbling over his fingers.
Gabriel's body clenched around him and he had no choice but to let go of his own orgasm. He groaned and buried himself to the hilt in Gabriel's body, feeling his release rush from his clenching balls and shoot from the tip of his cock. He knew there was a condom separating them but he chose to forget it for the moment, imagining how his load was swallowed up by Gabriel's body and stayed in there forever. It was a nice thought and he smiled, feeling all warm inside.
When he was next aware Gabriel lay draped over him, his hot breath coming in puffs against his skin. Matt ran the fingers of a hand through damp, black hair, albeit damp for another reason now than before. He grinned with pride and pressed a kiss to Gabriel's temple.
"Oh, man," Gabriel rasped out. "That was way hot." Then he pushed himself up a bit and cleared his throat. "I think I screamed," he said with a smile, his cheeks still flushed.
"Yeah, I think you did," Matt agreed. Then he frowned in concern when Gabriel suddenly winced. "What?"
Gabriel looked a bit sheepish. "I think I hit my head too." He rubbed at a spot on top of his head.
Matt laughed. "That's what you get for wanting to fuck me in the car."
Gabriel pouted and sniffed. "Well, you have spunk all over your shirt. So there."
Matt glanced down and noticed to his disapproval that his lover was right. "You're just going to have to do the laundry when we get home, then."
But rather than having the chastising effect on Gabriel that he had kind of hoped it would, Gabriel just leaned down and grinned at him. "Then you have the perfect opportunity to take me against the dryer."
Matt stared for a moment and then laughed. There was no deterring Gabriel, that was for sure.
They shared a kiss and then Gabriel lifted off of him, Matt's now limp cock slapping against his lower abdomen, and he grimaced at the sticky mess on his skin. Gabriel, knowing Matt and his penchant for neatness, reached back for his bag and handed him a bundle of tissues.
Matt gave him a look as he put the seat back in position. "What else do you have in there?"
Gabriel grinned mischievously at him. "You sure would like to know, huh?"
They cleaned up, and Matt helped Gabriel find his socks and put on his pants again. While Gabriel bent to pull on his boots Matt buttoned up his shirt and pants. He eyed the spots on his clothes a moment before he started the car and put it in gear, figuring anyone who saw them would know what they had been up to, but then shrugged. He had a healthy sex life, so sue him.
Gabriel saw his expression and arched an eyebrow, wondering. "What? Am I sleeping on the couch tonight?"
Matt tried to stifle his chuckle and keep a stern face, but it was hard with the way Gabriel's eyes twinkled at him. He really must be transparent. "We'll have to see about that, but you're definitely doing the laundry."
Gabriel winked at him and rubbed his hands together. "I can hardly wait!"
Matt did chuckle then as he drove back up a level to the ticket booth. If the guard manning it looked at him a bit suspiciously or if the man in a pinstriped suit on the sidewalk looked at them with a frown on his face, then Matt couldn't care less. Gabriel was grinning widely next to him, barely able to keep from laughing, and when they were out on the road again he reached over and cranked up the volume on the stereo. Matt tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat and thought that life was good.
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