Driving Distractions

Driving home from a team building conference with the guy from the office who he’s been secretly lusting after since he joined the team, Alex thinks the worst thing he’s going to have to deal with is his own wandering mind. But then the storm they’re driving in becomes impossible and forces them to stop; here’s what happens when Alex gets really, really lucky…

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 😉 and it’s all kinds of far-fetched. Fiction though, right? Always room for a little far-fetchedness in name of, um. Self-discovery?

“There’s no way we can keep driving in this. It’s too heavy,”

Ryan grunted noncommittally at Alex’s words, his eyes narrowed and scowling out of the window over the rain-soaked road in front of them.

As if to emphasise the point, the car lit up white, and the thunder the followed rumbled so heavily they could feel the car tremble beneath them. The rain sheeted down, relentless, a permanent tap, tap, tap against the car’s metal frame enough to set both their teeth and moods on edge.

It had been raining almost all day, steadying only in its intensity, but when they’d set off mid-afternoon from the hotel hosting the torture that was a Saturday team building conference, Alex had been not-so-quietly confident, patting the steering wheel of his faithful truck in trust and ignoring Ryan’s worried repeating of the flood warnings from the TV they’d been watching in the hotel lobby.

Alex had immediately started making jokes about how someone from Louisiana should be used to a little precipitation, loving that he had Ryan to himself and that there was no one else around to watch him fumbling over his words. Ryan’s death glare for his teasing stopped him speaking altogether, however, leaving Alex awkwardly clearing his throat and keeping his thoughts firmly on driving instead.

As the day wore on, Alex’s confidence withered away with the clouds rolling in increasingly darker, and the wind whipping up a frenzy. He phoned Roger, their station chief, who’d been the one to organise the damned course for them in the first place, instructing Alex to get useful information you can present, and Roger laughed at his crankiness but told him to be careful.

They stopped in a diner, watching through the window in silence as the parking lot puddles bled into one another and began to trickle rivulets across the footpaths. Alex suggested they stocked up on food for the road and keep going, still insistent that they’d make it back by nightfall. They climbed into the car with supplies, drenched from the short run between the car and a convenience store, both of them grimacing as they pinched up the wet denim away from their legs, and Alex cranking up the heating a little more to try and dry them out.

There was a near miss when the truck aqua-planed, and careered across the road bringing a sedan coming in the other direction to a screeching stop. And Alex had to slam on the brakes quickly a few more miles up the road, barely stopping in time without hitting the car in front, as the one in front of that one succumbed to the rain by crashing.

The sky remained dark and dismal, and yet seemed to grow darker still as the day went on, and attempts to restart the easy conversation they’d had on the way up to the conference on Friday cut short with every peal of thunder and every squeak of tyre on road, until the only sound to be heard inside the car was that of apprehensive silence.

Another diversion, and Alex gave up. They’d have to find somewhere to stop for the night, no question about it, if he wanted to get them both home safe. The first motel they passed was flooded out, its one solitary welcome sign flickering ominously. The second looked to have no power at all, and starting to pull into a third was the moment the truck stuttered, choosing the most inconvenient timing to break down, coming to a sharp, juddering stop. Alex and Ryan pitched forward heavily against the dashboard with their air being pushed out of them with a huff at the force of it.

“You okay, Ryan?” Automatically Alex reached a hand across to rest on his shoulder, hearing a soft groan as Ryan sat back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

Alex gave himself a two second check over and nodded. “All good here,”

“We can’t leave the car like this, Alex. Not at this angle, and not so close to the road,”

Alex silently agreed, gritting his teeth against the idea of the two of them pushing the car in the pouring rain, both of them seeming to listen extra hard to it and shudder at the thought of getting out.

After a lot of grumbling to themselves, they jumped out and rolled the car to as safe a spot as they could in the pitch dark, dragged their overnight bags out of the trunk, and began a slow, unhappy trudge towards the motel entrance, shining out flashlights to guide their path.

The rain seemed to grow harder still over the short distance, and they hunched in on themselves uncomfortably, neither having particularly dressed for the weather.

Silent, and miserable, as even in their short walk their clothes became heavily saturated and their shoes filled until their socks squelched, their mood dipped even further at the confirmation inside the lobby that this motel was also completely out of power. There was no clerk to be seen at the desk at all, despite both of them calling for a good few minutes, and Alex eventually lost his patience, leaning across the counter to help himself to a set of room keys, tilting his chin for Ryan to know to head back out.

When they finally found their room number and closed the door behind them, the only noise to be heard was the steady dripping of water from their clothes, both of them sighing in temporary relief. Alex threw his bag to the floor and knelt, wrinkling his nose up in distaste at the way his jeans still clung wetly to his skin, and zipped the bag open.

“Here, hold this for me,” he handed Ryan the flashlight to point inside the bag, and gave a pleased sigh when he found spare batteries, then after a quick look around the room set his flashlight down on top of the closet, bathing the room in a strip of light.

“Get changed, Ryan,” he said, with them both tactfully turning their backs to one other, spending the next few minutes stripping down every wet layer with difficulty, and roughly drying themselves off with the towels that had been on the end of the bed.

Bed, thought Alex, sighing softly to himself. He would pick a room with only one bed, wouldn’t he? That was going to drive his imagination into a frenzy with Ryan being within literal touching distance. Ryan had only been at the station a few months, but he’d immediately caught Alex’s eye, and, he excused himself, it would take a better man than him not to notice the way the guy’s shirts fit so snuggly over his chest and arms, and the curve of his ass in his work pants.

Until Ryan, Alex had paid very little attention to the admin staff that worked with them for varying lengths of time, but ever since Ryan arrived, he’d found more and more reason to get himself into the back office, telling himself that his checking him out was nothing but discreet.

Alex closed his eyes, willing away thoughts he couldn’t let snowball, and looked over at the bed, switching to a mindset of practicality. It was big enough for them both and you know, he told himself. Shared body heat and all that. They had both got drenched, were cold, and there sure as hell wasn’t any heating in the room with the power being out. Besides. Ryan had seen the bed for himself and hadn’t commented, hadn’t walked back out again to get his own room key, so who was Alex to make a fuss over nothing?

He could hear Ryan’s teeth chattering behind him, and half-peered over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Ryan’s naked back and quickly spinning away again. “You gonna hurry it up, or what?” he muttered, telling himself firmly not to sneak another look.

They both pulled on their spare clothes as quickly as they could, with Alex gathering up all their wet things without even hesitating, then taking them to the bathroom to ring out, and draping them around where he could. When he came back to the main room, he found Ryan had tucked his hands into his armpits and was huddled in on himself shivering, and felt a little pull of affection for him.

“Cold?” he asked, pointlessly, to which Ryan gave a single, glum nod.

“A little,”

“Well. How about we eat something real quick, then sleep?” Alex suggested, then waited for Ryan to nod and turned to hunt through the bags for their earlier-purchased food. Pre-wrapped sandwiches, chips, and candy bars later, and they were adequately full, and more than ready to try and sleep. Both continued shivering as they took a turn in the bathroom that thankfully still had running water, and when Alex came back into the main room, Ryan had set up his own flashlight to one side of the bed and was stretching up to retrieve Alex’s own from on top of the closet,

“C’mon. Quicker we get under, quicker we get warm,” Alex said with false enthusiasm, moving around to the far side of the bed. With another second to see what Ryan was doing, Alex reached forward to grab a handful of blankets, nodding for Ryan to do the same. A rustling of sheets, a mumbled apology for the colliding of thighs, and they were in, willing themselves warm.

Alex stared up at the ceiling telling himself to relax, as Ryan continued to shiver beside him. He debated with himself, cursing internally for a couple of minutes, then blurted out, “C’mon, Ryan. Shuffle over,” whilst repeating his mantra of practicality in his head.

“Alex?” Ryan said, sounding a kind of surprised Alex couldn’t put a finger on.

“You’re freezing, I’m freezing, we’ll warm up quicker if we’re… you know,” he said, resisting the urge to reach out a reassuring hand to encourage him. He felt Ryan tense for a second before turning a little, the room growing a little darker with only one of their lights shining out, and Ryan was shuffling towards him.

Alex swallowed a little thickly before turning to switch off his own flashlight then spun back, muttering, “Turn your back to me,”

After another few hesitant seconds, Alex had positioned Ryan on his side and was spooned up behind him, throwing an arm over his waist, attempting to seem casual about it.

“You okay, Ryan?”

“Yes,”

“You sure?”

Ryan remained silent for a moment, and then muttered, “I’m cold, Alex,”

Alex found himself pressing his knees into the backs of Ryan’s and squeezing him a little tighter. “We’ll warm up soon. Promise.”

“This isn’t… I… this is, uh… unusual, Alex,” Ryan finally managed to stutter out, his breath hitching and his voice so full of confusion.

Alex smiled against the back of Ryan’s head. Oh good, you’ve noticed… “Uh huh,” he agreed, and reminded himself that he hadn’t been already thinking that, questioning his actions, that this apparent ease he spoke with was a carefully placed facade. “You uncomfortable with this?”

“…No,” Ryan mumbled, but Alex could plainly hear discomfort in his voice.

“If it makes you feel any better, this is an old-“

“I know all about sharing body heat to keep warm, Alex,” Ryan stopped him, seeming to force himself to relax in his arms and even press back a little into him.

Alex shrugged, not knowing what else to add so leaving them both silent, and he soon felt himself begin to thaw out, his sighs shifting to relaxed ones and his eyes beginning to drift closed, despite Ryan still shivering beside him.

“You doing okay there, Ryan?” he asked tiredly, feeling himself on the very edge of sleep.

“I’m still really, really cold,”

“Yeah…you are a bit, huh?” Alex acknowledged with a frown, “I’m sorry I don’t have more clothes for you to put on either. Hold on,” and with that Alex was fumbling the flashlight on, up out of the bed, tucking the blanket in around Ryan who still complained at the loss of heat.

A successful search turned up a couple of spare blankets in the room’s solitary closet, and Alex smirked to himself in mischief before whipping back the cover already on the bed.

Ryan jumped, barking out Alex’s name in protest as he flicked out both blankets and covered him with them, tucking them all around, carefully under his knees and pushing a side in under his elbows, before sliding back down himself and throwing the main cover over them both. He shifted forward again to press against Ryan’s back, securing his arm tightly around his waist.

“Give it a minute. You’ll be warm soon. I promise.”

“Thank you,”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Ryan’s trembles started to reduce, and Alex finally felt him relaxing in his arms before drifting off to sleep.

 

***

 

Even before he opened his eyes, Alex could tell the rain hadn’t let up.

He could hear it striking dull against the motel room windows and splashing down into already-existing puddles that he hoped wouldn’t reach out enough to flood.

With a soft sigh and as gently as he could, Alex slid out of the bed to use the bathroom, returning just minutes later to find that in his absence, Ryan had flipped over, and was snuggled into where Alex had been laying, leeching all the heat from there. Alex rolled his eyes, watching him for a second, then climbed back in as best as he could manage to around Ryan.

Ryan, of course, grumbled at the intrusion.

“Come on, man. Budge up. Share,”

Muttering under his breath, Ryan moved just enough to let Alex lay down and then pressed himself back into Alex’s side, this time facing him. In his sleepiness, he seemed to have no problem at all with being half draped over Alex’s chest, wrapping his arm around and wriggling to get closer.

Alex didn’t object either, only looking down to grin. He might not be able to stop himself from fantasising a little with Ryan pressed up against him like he was, but he wasn’t about to deny himself entirely. It was okay to just look, after all, right?

“Comfy, there?” he said, grinning what he felt was probably a little stupidly.

“Yes. You’re warm,” Ryan pressed his face into Alex’s chest, and Alex bit back a laugh, hesitating only for a second before bringing up his arms to wrap around him, drifting back to sleep to the sound of Ryan’s pleased little sigh.

When they woke a little later, the rain had slowed, but a quick glance at what he could see of the sky without moving too much told Alex that it was still dark, and full of more rain yet to come.

With their phones out of battery and no way to charge them, Alex didn’t relish the thought of trudging out to find some way to fix the car, or get themselves elsewhere. So he laid back in the almost-comfortable bed, and waited for Ryan to wake up fully, smacking back any thoughts of him that were less than clean, which was so much easier said than done with a sleepy Ryan seeming content to be held in his arms.

When Ryan finally stirred against his chest, he rested his chin there and looked up at Alex, bleary-eyed, muttering a low, “Good morning,”

“Morning,” Alex answered, smiled wildly down at him, “I don’t need to ask if you slept okay, since you used me as a pillow for the last couple hours,”

“You make an exceptionally comfortable pillow,” was Ryan’s first retort, grumbled into Alex’s chest in a way that made him hold his breath, and then again at how Ryan suddenly grew completely still.

“…Ryan?” Alex tried, attempting not to sound worried, but there was no response from him at all, which made it that much worse. “Uh, Ryan?”

“Shit,” Ryan cursed out, starting to pull away from him, “sorry, Alex. I’m being inappropriate,” and kept trying to move, only to be stopped by Alex’s firm grip on his upper arms.

“’Inappropriate’?”

Ryan looked up to see Alex’s raised eyebrow, and quickly slid his eyes away again. “Yes,”

“Ryan?”

“I shouldn’t be… sleeping on you like this,” Ryan blasted out in utter mortification, his cheeks aflame with the embarrassment he seemed to be feeling.

“Oh. Well,” Alex shrugged, untroubled on the outside but inside his thoughts whirling up a storm, “I get it. But I don’t mind,”

Ryan resolutely continued to look elsewhere, and Alex grew increasingly suspicious of his reaction.

“Ryan-”

But Ryan jumped out of the bed and moved to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him, effectively shutting out Alex’s question.

Alex rolled his eyes, listening as Ryan worked through whatever morning routine he had, then plastered a neutral expression on his face as Ryan returned to the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex watched him standing awkwardly beside the bed as though not sure where he should be.

“Get back in, Ryan. No point us going anywhere just yet- or catching cold,” Alex protested, turning his head to look at him properly and raise an eyebrow challenging him to disagree.

“You cannot, technically, ‘catch a cold’,” Ryan retorted, whilst climbing back under the covers, keeping himself back as far from Alex as he could. It lasted a second, before Alex laughed and pulled him into his arms, with absolutely no idea where he was getting the bravery – or audacity to do so. This was far, far too intimate behaviour to be having with a colleague he’d been crushing on since first meeting him, yet been too cowardly to do anything about.

“Ryan. C’mon,” he said, forcing himself to sound perfectly rational, “we’re cold. We’re… it’s okay. What’s the big deal?”

Ryan shook his head, and Alex saw that blush returning to his cheeks, making his stomach give a small jolt for seeing the way it spread out.

“What was all that stuff about being inappropriate, anyway?”

Ryan seemed to hold his breath for a moment then let out a long-suffering sigh. “Alex,” he pleaded, “we- we barely know each other,”

“So?” Alex objected with a shrug, telling his stomach not to then drop in disappointment, “we’ve got on okay this weekend, haven’t we? And we’re… I mean we’re getting to know each other better at work, right?”

“Of course,” Ryan agreed in a blast of words, looking at him guiltily then rapidly turning his eyes away again, “but… You- you can’t be… can’t not have noticed my, uh… my reaction,” he offered, blurting out the word so very uncomfortably that Alex had to turn his head to make sure he wasn’t in actual pain.

Oh. Well no, Alex thought, he’d have to have been numb not to have felt Ryan’s cock pressing insistently against his thigh, but that’s why he’d extricated himself earlier, because he’d been doing just the same. He was trying to ignore it. Failing miserably, but trying to all the same.

“Hate to break it to you, Ryan. I had the same reaction myself. We’re guys. We do that. Honestly. No big deal,”

Ryan continued looking away, shaking his head, refusing his words.

“It’s not a problem, honest. No big deal,”

“I disagree,” Ryan retorted with a harder, more adamant shake of his head.

“Well go ahead and disagree, but I’m not gonna be offended by a normal bodily reaction,” Alex told him, and there was enough affection in his voice to make Ryan look up, biting down on his lip as he did.

“You aren’t angry,” Ryan said after a moment, the reply coming out statement rather than question.

“For what? I already told you, no,”

Ryan took the tiniest of breaths, looked away again, and then muttered, “What if it wasn’t just a ‘normal bodily reaction’?”

“Uh… what?”

“What if,” and now Ryan pulled away a little more forcibly from Alex, “it wasn’t just a bodily reaction… but- but my body reacting to yours?”

Alex’s mouth opened and closed fishlike, and he narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the meaning to his words. “Um. Huh?”

Ryan looked up at him quickly then, his eyes mournful, and so embarrassed, shaking his head all over again.

“Ryan. What are you trying to tell me?”

For what had to be a good three minutes – and Alex should know, because he lay there counting each and every second – Ryan daren’t look up, daren’t move, daren’t respond in any way at all.

“This isn’t the first time that I’ve, uh reacted to you. Like that,” Ryan blasted out then, looking surprised at himself for speaking, his cheeks flushing hard enough to say what he couldn’t finish getting out of his mouth.

“Uh-”

“I’ve woke up like that… after dreaming about you. Uh… several times now…”

“Oh. Oh,” Alex stuttered out, and it was his turn to lay very, very still.

“It’s inappropriate,” Ryan concluded in a mumble, looking as though he wanted to curl into himself.

“I… uh…” Alex began, but the words escaped him, and he cleared his throat to try again, “Ryan. I’m not… I don’t… I’m not complaining, here. And I don’t honestly know if I totally understand what you’re trying to tell me,” he said carefully, hearing himself babbling, but then his brain was several seconds behind the rest of his body and he had to make do with the words he could get out, “but I think you might be saying something about… uh… attraction,” Alex found himself to be blushing then, and huffed a little at himself for it.

Ryan nodded rapidly, keeping his eyes elsewhere. “Yes, Alex. I do. Find you attractive, that is. I have… since we all went for dinner at the steakhouse that time,”

Alex’s eyes grew wide at that, his mind going back to a meal they’d had probably a week or so after Ryan had started, and only able to answer with, “I see,” remembering how his eyes had lingered over Ryan when he was stood at the bar ordering a drink, and how he’d strategically managed to move from where he was sitting to be beside Ryan, who hadn’t seemed to object about the way their thighs were tightly wedged together beneath the table. Though they’d not acknowledged it at the time, obviously.

“And I’ve… I’ve never even been attracted to a guy before,” Ryan continued, swallowing hard, “at least, not consciously. Not admitting it to myself. Not- not like this,”

“Huh…”

“So, you can appreciate my… awkwardness,” Ryan added, somehow pulling away even further, which shouldn’t have been possible given the size of the bed.

“I guess,” Alex considered, then shrugged, feigning nonchalance, “still not a big deal, Ryan. I mean. I don’t have a ton of experience myself, either- with guys I mean. But… you’re kind of attractive yourself,” and Alex groaned at himself then, realising he sounded like he was flirting. Badly, at that.

Ryan let out a little surprised huff, and finally raised his head to look at Alex. “I… you do? I mean… you think that?”

Alex thought over his words, checking how ready he was for letting them out, then nodded, feeling brave. “Yeah,” he agreed, and Alex took another moment to deliberately rove an eye over Ryan as best he could in the badly lit room, “yeah. You are. In fact, you’re pretty hot, you know,”

The startled look on Ryan’s face had Alex cursing under his breath for his honesty, immediately regretting it. “Still doesn’t make this inappropriate. I mean,” he continued, allowing his thoughts to unravel a little freer. “Don’t mean it’s gotta go anywhere if you- we don’t want it to. It’s not- not like you’re pinning me down to the bed and forcing yourself on me, is it?”

Alex felt his heart quicken at his own words, and the image that he’d created for himself there, smirked to himself for his own reaction hopefully out of sight beneath the duvet, before catching Ryan’s eyes.

Ryan just stared back at him, incredulous. “Are you telling me that… it’s okay? To… uh… to want you?”

Alex asked himself that very question as though it wasn’t something he’d had very detailed thoughts about a hundred times over. He’d often caught himself looking at men over the years. He might have even had a couple of very drunken fumbles in his time, now that he was being truthful about it. More than a couple. But his attraction to Ryan burned that little bit brighter than any of that, enough to maybe acknowledge that that was what he was feeling. Attraction. Which up until then, he’d done nothing about, and was questioning himself as to why. Especially, he added to himself with a tentative smile, since the feeling appeared to be somewhat mutual.

“Uh, sure? ‘course it’s okay to want,”

Ryan nodded and ducked his eyes away again.

Alex nudged against him. “Hey. Want’s like that. Can’t help it, you know? I’m not offended, or angry, or… weirded out by it, or anything, if that’s what you’re getting all pouty about. It’s not like… it’s not like I haven’t had moments, uh… wanting you back. A lot of ‘em, actually. You’re… you’re kinda distracting, you know?”

As expected, Ryan’s head raised instantly, and Alex felt a little caught in headlights by his stare, but made himself keep speaking. “Just never really… I’ve never really. I… I guess I only recently acknowledged the fact that I was even attracted to men, so, you know. It’s new for me. And we work together, so it’s like… and you’re still practically new, you know? And as much as I really, really wanna get to know you better- as friends… more than friends… whatever, there’s just never really been a moment to just… I don’t know. Say something, do something about it,” Alex shrugged, “never been the right time. Keeping focused on the job’s what keeps us alive, right? Keeps our minds clear?” He laughed to himself then, groaning with embarrassment. “‘least, for me it means that; can’t say it’s true for you when you’re stuck behind a desk all day,”

Ryan nodded, slowly, and his expression told Alex he was thinking, and hard. “I like my desk job-”

“I know,” Alex agreed quickly, rapidly nodding, “I wasn’t saying-“

“Could now be the right time?” Ryan asked, interrupting him, and Alex thought he could hear a trace of hope there in his voice.

“…Now?”

“Yes. It’s Sunday. Neither of us are back at work ‘till Tuesday, ‘cos we got an extra day for coming to do that stupid team building crap,”

Alex nodded, grinning, happy to see Ryan agreeing with him on the ridiculousness that was their conference.

“We’re cut off from the world, temporarily,” Ryan continued, swallowing harder, “we have no urgency to leave, no one’s gonna be able to call us since our phones are dead. We can’t even go anywhere till your car’s been looked over. Is now a right time?”

Alex felt a smile spreading across his face. “Uh. Sure? Got to do something to pass the time, right?”

Ryan pulled away a little at his words, but Alex just pulled him right on back.

“Where’re you going? I was messing with you,”

Ryan let himself be pulled back against Alex’s chest but continued to avoid his eyes.

“Ryan,” Alex whispered, bringing his hand up around the back of Ryan’s neck, “how ‘bout I kiss you? See if we like it?” The words sounded calm, but Alex’s heart was jumping and juddering just at the thought of it.

Ryan licked his lips nervously and his eyes fell on Alex’s.

“Is that a yes?” Alex wasn’t about to move unless he got all the right signals from him, telling himself to keep perfectly still. When Ryan gave the slightest of nods of agreement, Alex leaned forward, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against Ryan’s mouth. He crooked an eyebrow up, silently asking for consent to continue, then leaned in for another, opening it up a little as Ryan responded gently against him.

When he felt Ryan’s hand come up and rest against his cheek, Alex relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the kiss himself. His own hands explored a little where they could reach, and Ryan gave out these little breathy sighs of appreciation that Alex found he really liked hearing from him.

“How’s that?” Alex asked, pulling away a little shakily with the force of stopping himself before he got carried away, and catching Ryan’s eyes.

“It feels… surprisingly good,” Ryan said thoughtfully, his fingers coming up to ghost against his own mouth.

“’Surprisingly good?’ What, you thought it would feel bad?” Alex laughed, pretending to be offended, finding he couldn’t tear his eyes from Ryan’s fingers, and then asked, “You’ve been thinking about it?”

Alex continued to watched Ryan’s lips as he swallowed a little awkwardly. “Only surprising because you’re… willing,” Ryan admitted, looking up then as though he couldn’t quite believe what they’d just done, “and yes. I’ve been thinking about it a lot,”

Alex smiled, leaning his head down a little to mumble against Ryan’s lips but not quite kiss him, “You’ve been thinking about kissing me, Ryan?”

“Amongst other things, yes,”

“Then don’t you think you should?” Alex asked, grinning, his heart giving a painful jolt.

“…I can?”

Alex’s chest swelled at that, that Ryan would think he needed permission. “Yeah. You can,”

And with a slight oof, Ryan pulled himself up a little and leaned his full weight down on Alex, immediately claiming his mouth.

Ryan, Alex thought, full of delighted surprise, had clearly been telling the truth when he said he’d thought about this a lot. He could tell from the way Ryan alternated the pressure of his kisses. The way he nipped at his lips, coaxing them apart. The way he stroked his tongue into his mouth, and gently moved his jaw to change the angles, with the most satisfied of groans rumbling up from deep in his throat throughout.

Alex was helpless to do anything but let him explore, and loved every minute of it, and soon their groans were accompanied by gasps, with Ryan straddling Alex’s lap and them rolling their hips together. Alex dug his hands into Ryan’s ass and held him just where he wanted him, with Ryan humming his approval into his mouth, as the rain continued to beat down outside their motel room.

 

***

 

The atmosphere in the car on the drive home was a different kind of tense than the one that had filled the car before the motel.

When they’d finally untangled from what was, to Alex’s mind, the greatest make out session he’d experienced in forever, they’d done a strange thing where both had tried to revert to their usual behaviour. It left them awkward, reaching for bags to pack at the same time and pulling away embarrassed when their fingers touched, or getting distracted when either of them forgot themselves and just stood there staring.

The memory of Ryan writhing in his lap had Alex’s brain checking out on him multiple times, and from the slight blush to Ryan’s cheeks when he caught him looking, the thought wasn’t far from his mind either. But they barely spoke, communicating only in awkward gestures, going out of their way to not come into contact with each other when they finally left the motel room.

As luck would have it, the truck started after only a couple of attempts, and they drove to a garage to have it checked out, still in complete silence. Once Alex had been reassured the truck wasn’t going to give out on them again any time soon, they’d got back on the road, driving for around an hour before Alex decided he couldn’t take the tension between them any longer.

Swinging into the nearest lay-by he slammed the brake on, and the second he cut the engine Alex pressed himself across the seat and on to Ryan, sighing with relief when Ryan opened his mouth to him and slid his fingers deep into his hair, gripping him in place.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” Ryan told him breathlessly between kisses, sounding both bold and nervous at once.

Alex paused above him, nudging his lower lip against Ryan’s own. “No?”

Ryan shook his head slowly. “No,”

Alex pulled back a little, and Ryan watched his face warily, seeming cautious about what his response was going to be.

“Alright,” Alex nodded, trying to sound decisive, like he knew what he was doing, “how ‘bout you and me stop off somewhere. Maybe take another night. See how we feel?” he asked, holding his breath and waiting for Ryan’s reaction, full of his own hesitation.

Ryan’s shy smile lit up his whole face. “You would do that?”

“Sure,” Alex nodded, answering his smile, “been pretty good so far, don’t you think?” He chose not to add that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him, and didn’t think he’d be able to drive all the way back without being dangerously distracted by all the things he wanted to do to him.

“Very good,” Ryan agreed eagerly, gripping him with a little more confidence.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Alex said, claiming one final kiss before turning back to the steering wheel with a smile.

After a stop for food, and Alex’s blushing trip for what he’d termed to Ryan as he’d left him in the car, ‘essentials’, the tension between them grew even more loaded with anticipation. Alex let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a motel sign, gratefully turning the engine off as they pulled into a parking space, squeezing his fingers around the steering wheel for a second to steady himself.

Alex had an idle thought of wishing they’d found a better location, but quickly changed his mind at the hungry look Ryan gave him across the seat. This motel room they paid for, upfront, with the clerk looking between them and not even bothering to hid his knowing smirk. And when the motel door clicked closed behind them, the very air felt charged.

They stood, as though put on mute, looking at each other for what felt a very long time, until Alex’s impatience won out and he had to get things moving. “Don’t know about you, but I could use a shower,” he announced, after clearing his throat and taking a couple of attempts to get out his words.

Ryan curled his fingers into the hem of his jacket, and agreed with a simple, shy nod.

“You go first?” Alex offered, rummaging in his bag for a charger and offering to do the same for Ryan, plugging their phones in, then listening to Ryan start up the shower.

Alex let out a long, long breath, and felt his heart thud heavily. How the hell had they got to this? Not, he hastened to add to himself, that he was complaining about it – he’d be counting his lucky stars if he was that kind of guy. But this, this, was like something out of every bad porn he told himself he’d only ever caught himself watching by accident. Hot colleague agrees to a night in a motel with the only thing to entertain them a bottle of lube and each other? It was far too good to be true.

Trying to keep himself busy, Alex tipped out his recent purchases, sorting through the snacks to pull out the box of condoms and bottle of lube, and swallowing thickly at seeing them in his hands, even though he’d been the one to buy them. On hearing Ryan shutting off the shower, he quickly flung them on to the bedside cabinet and scooped up everything else to deposit on the small table nearby.

Ryan walked out just a couple of minutes later looking even more shy than before, and wearing only a towel that left little to Alex’s already overactive imagination. “I assumed I wouldn’t need… that is… I…” his voice tumbled out, and Alex’s heart started pounding, both at how Ryan looked – incredible, that’s a good word, he thought. Completely fuckable was a better one, he added – and how willing, despite being nervous, that he seemed. Alex’s answer was to grip around Ryan’s hips and kiss him, hard, at which Ryan sighed in relief, and pressed firmly back against him.

“My turn,” Alex mumbled against his lips after a while, smirking at how Ryan’s towel now stood out proudly as he stepped away from him. He spun quickly to head to the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him, taking a moment to steady himself against the back of it before jumping in the shower, finding himself being extra thorough.

When he came back into the room he found Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, the box of condoms clutched to his lap as he read the side of the lube bottle as though he needed to understand the instructions thoroughly.

On hearing Alex return, Ryan looked up at him, anxious. “I hope I’m not… not disappointing, Alex,” he began, pushing the bottle and the box from his lap and on to the bed.

“Not possible,” Alex beamed at him, shaking his head, “I mean, look at you,” Alex’s eyes travelled intentionally down from Ryan’s eyes, to his lap, then back up, and Ryan blushed, but smiled back at him.

“It’s not like I’ve done this before either. Not,” he clarified, “with a man. Not all of it, anyway,”

“What… what have you done? With- with a guy, I mean?” Ryan asked, full of hesitant curiosity.

Alex shrugged, and sat down beside him, freezing for a second as his towel began to shift, then realising that was pointless considering what they both intended. His towel slid a little more to expose a large amount of thigh, though still covered him enough to keep him modest, for now. Ryan’s eyes were captivated.

“I’ve fooled around a couple of times,” Alex started with, smiling when Ryan managed to drag his eyes back up to look at him, “maybe more than a couple of times,” he amended, more honestly. “You know. Hand jobs,” and his breath caught at his own words, even though he felt like he shouldn’t be the slightest bit embarrassed, “some fingering. Basically, a lot of exploring,” he finished with a grin as Ryan’s gaze over him as though he had no control over it, then raised back to his eyes once more.

Ryan sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting on it for a moment before releasing it. “I’ve got no clue what I’m doing here, not one. I’ll be completely at your mercy,” he mumbled, his eyes dropping to drift over Alex’s towel.

“You can’t say things like that,” Alex said hastily, feeling the heavy twitch his cock gave at the word mercy, “and you’d be surprised at what you know. It’s instinctual. Has been with me, anyway,” he promised with a smile that was far more confident than he felt.

Ryan nodded, but still looked uncertain.

“And,” Alex added, leaning over a little, “no one says we do anything we don’t want to do. We’re just seeing what we like, right?”

“Right,” Ryan agreed with a forceful nod, then sucked in a sharp, whistling breath.

Alex sat and watched Ryan getting used to the idea of what they might be about to do, using the time to get used to the idea for himself. He wondered if he should pinch himself, see if he was about to wake from some very interesting dream, find himself waking to another day at the station where he surreptitiously found reasons to keep Ryan in his eyeline. But the air was too thick and heavy, and his heart racing too fast for this not to be real.

Alex shifted forward again, and that movement had his towel slipping further, with Ryan’s eyes growing wide as his throat gave an audible quick, apparently trying to swallow. Alex kept perfectly still, thinking perhaps he shouldn’t do anything to startle Ryan into changing his mind, but he seemed to have other ideas entirely. With one decisive movement, Ryan reached out and flicked Alex’s towel away, leaving him the one momentarily startled.

Ryan’s fingers were on him immediately, starting with gentle stroking along his shaft with just his fingertips that then slid to grip around it as Alex grew hard at his touch. Ryan stroked him, his eyes riveted in fascination, and it was only at Alex’s delayed but choked gasp that he looked up.

Ryan grinned at him then, full of mischief. “I assume you realised I’ve touched my own cock on more than one occasion. Kinda know how this bit works,” which just created a flood of all sorts of pictures in Alex’s mind that made him harden further, and the ability to speak vanish altogether.

He did manage to open his legs a little wider though, which made Ryan’s smile grow, and his hand dipped down briefly to lightly stroke over his balls, then back up, wrapping his fingers round him again a little more confidently. Alex found himself leaning back on to his elbows and watching Ryan’s hand on him, taking slow, measured breaths and letting out the smallest of noises that told Ryan exactly how good it felt. He grunted when Ryan swirled his thumb over his head, and somewhere in the back of his mind remembered the lube he’d brought, twisting around for it without taking his eyes off Ryan’s hand.

Within minutes, Alex was completely slicked up, and his head dropped back against the bed as Ryan worked him steadily, the sounds of Alex’s soft moans and the slickness of skin on skin the only thing either of them could hear. Ryan moved to sit cross legged between Alex’s legs, his own towel long forgotten, his free hand coming up to alternate between cupping Alex’s balls, and hesitantly pressing around and into his hole.

Alex surprised himself by the way he writhed and rucked at the feel of Ryan’s finger pressing into him, feeling a clench that said how much more he wanted. He opened his legs a little wider, snorted at the realisation that he was completely at Ryan’s mercy right then, and let himself enjoy all Ryan was doing to him for as long as he could stand, before getting too close to be able to stop himself from coming.

With a gentle tug on his wrist, Alex pulled Ryan’s hand away, sitting up fast and dragging Ryan’s mouth down to his for a filthy kiss. Raising to his knees he pushed Ryan down on his back, flicking his tongue into his mouth as he lubed his hand up. And the second he wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s already straining cock, they both groaned out hard, with Alex tilting his head to watch as Ryan’s cock slipped between his fingers and his legs jerked further apart.

Alex leaned forward then, keeping up kisses along with stroking Ryan for as long as he could bear, and then moved to kneel back, taking up his own exploration between Ryan’s legs, teasing fingertips along the crease of his thighs and circling over his hole. Ryan let out a series of short gasps at his touch, whining a little when Alex pulled away from him, even rocking up his hips asking to be touched all over again.

As Alex poured more lube on to his hand, Ryan raised his head to watch what he was doing, dropping it back with a grunt as Alex lined their cocks up together against his palm. He was soon looking again though, eyes fixed on Alex’s hand jerking them off, their breath heavy, both of them mumbling out encouragement for how good it felt.

Alex shifted a little again, letting go but pressing their cocks together between them then rolling down between Ryan’s legs writhing a steady rhythm against him. Ryan arched up, and Alex claimed his mouth again, mumbling into it, cursing when Ryan thrust up harder, and fought to match his rolling hips with his own. He pulled back to look at him, forcing himself to move teasingly slow, and smirked at Ryan with the dirtiest of grins.

“See, Ryan? Told you. Instinctual,” he whispered, triumphant, bending down to kiss him again.

“Or it’s just ‘cos you feel so fucking good,” Ryan replied with an unsteady gasp.

“I could say the same about you,” Alex retorted with, giving a long, slow thrust that had Ryan sucking in a breath, “you feel so, so good, Ryan. Why’ve we never done this before?” he laughed, then bent to trail kisses along Ryan’s jaw and down his neck.

“We’re stupid,” Ryan told him with a certainty that made Alex laugh, “and I want more,” which abruptly stopped Alex moving altogether, freezing above him wide eyed.

“More?” Alex asked, knowing he sounded like he feared Ryan was teasing him.

“Yes.”

“What… uh…. what do you want?”

Ryan slid his hands down Alex’s back to cup his ass, pulling him hard against him with a small groan. “Next time, I wanna fuck you. Really, really fuck you. Take that hungry look off your face when you think I don’t see you watching me at work,”

Alex swallowed thickly at Ryan’s words, and harder still for realising his looking had been noticed, then felt himself nod, earning himself a wicked smile.

“But right now,” Ryan continued, very matter of factly, “I want to feel you inside me, Alex. I’ve been… fuck, I’ve been thinking about it so much. Can we do that?”

Alex groaned, grinding his hips down without any thought behind it, though forcing himself to breath out long, and steady. “Whatever you want, Ryan. Whatever you want,”

They lost themselves to increasingly more filthy kisses for a time, but then Alex forced himself to sit up, fighting back his nerves and telling himself to get on with the inevitable. “Uh. I’ve heard. That is, I’ve read. That this might be easier. A first time. If you… roll over. On your front. Kind of… tuck up your knees under you… uh… if that’s okay?”

Ryan did just that before Alex even finished getting his words out, arching himself back as much as he could and looking over his shoulder in a way that made Alex fall forward in want.

Telling himself there was no conscious thought behind it, Alex found his hands stroking over Ryan’s ass, his thumbs pulling him open, his head ducking down a little to get a really good look at him. He sucked in a breath, imagining just how good it was going to feel to be in there, wondering for a moment how the hell he was actually going to fit in there, and then poured lube over his fingers, gently pushing one in. Ryan rasped out a little sigh the second Alex’s finger breached him, writhing back on it.

“You’ve got to let me know if I do something wrong, okay? If it hurts, or something doesn’t feel right, you just tell me, okay?”

“I trust you,” Ryan told him quietly, which did nothing to help Alex calm.

With a steadying breath, he continued pushing that one finger into him slowly, waiting for Ryan to relax around him before pushing in further still. He swallowed sharply as he pulled his finger back out a little, eyes wide at the way it glistened, imagining his cock slicked up the same way and pushing it inside him, how tight that was going to feel.

Ryan moaned out beneath him, and pushed his hips back a little. “I need more,”

Alex drew out his finger and added a second, pushing in slower until his fingers were in as far as they could go. And then he pressed, explored, scissoring his fingers gently until Ryan gasped and bucked against the bed. Alex gave himself a mental high five, and continued pressing, growing harder at the way Ryan squirmed and rocked back on his fingers. He pumped them in and out for a few more strokes, then added a third, which Ryan responded to with the loudest groan he’d given so far, arching his hips up against him.

With one hand holding him open, Alex continued to pump his fingers into Ryan, watching in fascination the way his hole puckered red around them.

“Alex,” Ryan gasped, “Alex,” and he pushed back hard against Alex’s hand, seeming to have lost the ability to say anything else.

“Okay. Just give me a minute, okay?” Alex asked, the words coming out scratchy and halted. Withdrawing his fingers altogether, and as quick as he could manage with nervous hands, Alex tore off a condom from the strip in the box, rolling it down over himself firmly and pressing it firm around his base. He took another steadying breath, then kneeled forward, pausing again to put another slick over lube over himself, then resting his hands on Ryan’s hips and pressing his cock against the crack of his ass.

“You okay there?” he asked, shuddering forward at the way Ryan rolled his hips up in response.

Alex thumbed him open again, groaning at how wide he now looked after his fingers had gone to work on him. He pressed his tip up against him, sucking in his breath as he watched his head slide in, at which Ryan gasped, but pushed back to urge Alex on. Alex pressed in, inch by inch, stopping each time Ryan tensed up until he relaxed around him, until he was fully inside and he couldn’t hold back the groan punching its way out of his throat. He took a moment to flex himself, feeling his cock been squeezed by the tightness of Ryan’s ass, listened as Ryan whined for him to move, grinding back against him, and then Alex was gone.

His fingers slid around to grip onto Ryan’s hips, and as slow as he could manage, he pulled out, leaning back to watch himself slide repeatedly in. He tried to keep it slow, he really did. But like he’d told Ryan; instinct. And instinct had him pounding out of control before he knew it, falling forward and leaning right down on Ryan one moment before straightening back up and moving Ryan’s hips to angles that made Ryan moan and grunt beneath him.

Ryan changed his position, spreading his legs a little and dropping down onto one arm, and Alex realised he was stroking himself. Cursing, he thrust in harder, gripping tight, leaving finger marks deep into Ryan’s skin.

“Alex,” Ryan breathed out, and he tensed a little, “I think I’m-”

But Alex cut off his words, chasing a point in Ryan that felt mind numbingly good, and only seemed to feel even better as he felt Ryan come with a hard, short gasp. Two, three, four more thrusts, and Alex was joining him, cursing again and falling forwards once more. He flung out his arms to stop himself collapsing entirely, panting out over Ryan’s ear with a tired, filthy groan.

It took them a while to calm enough to move, since their legs were shaking so hard from the pressure of them both kneeling for so long. But eventually, Alex pulled himself out, and on wobbly legs stood to tie and throw the condom in the trash. He grabbed the bottles of water he’d bought and passed one to Ryan as he rolled over, adamantly not laughing at Ryan’s grimace as he found the wet patch on the cover beneath him.

“Stay there,” he said, returning moments later with a damp towel that he cleaned Ryan off with before wiping away the worst of the mess they’d made on the bed. He nudged for Ryan to move, and together they pulled the blanket down to lay on the sheets.

They lay, taking long sips of water, for several minutes in complete silence.

“So,” Alex started, when he’d managed to untangle his thoughts from his brain, and if he was honest, his orgasm which had rendered him temporarily dumb, “How was that?”

Ryan turned from him to put his bottle on the floor beside the bed then rolled back, grabbing Alex’s face and pulling it down to his, flicking his tongue into Alex’s mouth. “I have every intention of repeating that with you, as often as you’ll let me,” he answered, smiling around his kiss.

“Does that mean you enjoyed it? ‘Cos that… I can’t tell you how good that felt to me,” Alex sucked in a breath, somehow suddenly bashful. With a wink, Ryan pulled and rolled Alex until he was bracketed between his arms, trading languid kisses until they fell asleep.

 

***

 

The atmosphere in the car on the drive home was a different kind of tense entirely when they eventually left the motel the following morning.

They had barely come up for air.

There had been a long, loaded make out session that had started out slow and calm in the aftermath of their first time together. It had quickly built into something of a frenzy, with Ryan pounding Alex into the mattress with a ferocity that Alex could only whimper at, the feeling of being filled and fucked like nothing he could ever have imagined, but absolutely something he wanted over and over (and over) again.

Alex woke Ryan with his first attempt at giving head, which Ryan seemed to like so much that he groaned loud enough for the neighbouring room to hammer on the adjoining wall. And Ryan had later crawled over Alex, teasing him hard with his hands and his mouth before straddling him, and sliding down on to him, rocking frustratingly slowly until Alex couldn’t take any more and gripped tight around his waist so he could piston up into him from beneath.

It had taken them an incredibly long time to get ready, what with sharing a shower, getting distracted when they tried to dress, and kisses that rendered them useless and unable to move.

The tension in the car was a loaded kind of, what now?

There had been very few words between them really, since that first kiss in that first motel, and it seemed to have dawned on them both at the same time that they had hours ahead of them in the car, giving them the perfect opportunity to talk. With both of them reluctant to start.

Eventually, Alex cleared his throat and gave a cautious glance over at Ryan. “You okay there?”

“I’m good,”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t feel like talking?”

Ryan turned to him slightly, a small smile. “I’m quite tired, Alex,”

Alex’s own face cracked into a grin. “Yeah… yeah, me too,”

“Do you think we should talk, Alex?”

Alex turned his gaze back to the road. “Probably,”

“But you don’t want to?” Ryan guessed, pursing his lips together and looking what Alex thought might be either disappointed, or sad. Alex smiled in an attempt to reassure him, though ended up frowning a little and taking a few minutes to think about what he wanted to say.

“When we get back…” he started with, darting another quick look at Ryan to gauge his reaction, “I don’t wanna act like nothing’s changed,”

Ryan nodded but didn’t add anything, silently telling Alex he needed to keep talking, so he cleared his throat, and begged himself not to mess it up.

“I don’t… I don’t have any problem at all with anyone knowing I’m… we’re… whatever we are now,” Alex continued, as cautiously as possible, “but I don’t know what we do now. I mean,” and he shifted a little in his seat as the thought hit him, “I don’t know what you expect either, actually.”

Ryan pursed his lips again, obviously thinking, reaching out almost absently to take Alex’s hand in his grip, then stroking a thumb over the back of it, which Alex loved.

“I don’t wanna pretend like this whole thing never happened,” Ryan said, equally cautious, glancing over at Alex to see how he received his words and smiling in relief when he winked back at him, “and I very much want to have sex with you again,” Ryan added with a finality that suggested Alex had better agree, or else. He did, readily, squeezing Ryan’s hand in reassurance.

“Me too, Ryan. Just try and stop me,” he turned to wink at him, and Ryan blushed, looking away. “Just… not to be jumping the gun or anything. But I can’t promise to be any good at relationship stuff. Kinda suck at that,” Alex groaned, feeling his shoulders drop at the admission.

“And we work together,” Ryan added, frowning a little himself.

“And we work together,” Alex repeated, wondering how the hell they were supposed to navigate that? Or even how he’d keep his hands off Ryan in the office now he’d had all that skin against his palms.

Ryan nodded, thoughtful. ““I would be… uncomfortable. If… if we were to keep doing this and still see other people. I’ve got… I’ve got no problem us keeping this just between us for a while; in fact, it’s probably a good idea while we figure this out. But I don’t… I don’t want there to- to be anyone else in the equation, here. It’s… I don’t want that at all,”

Alex thought that a solemn Ryan sounded cute beyond all measure, but didn’t see the need to tell him that. “So, what you’re saying, Ryan, is that you want me to yourself, huh?” Alex concluded with him unable to hold back his smile, squeezing Ryan’s hand as he spoke.

“I understand if that’s a bit too much,” Ryan sighed, looking down at their joined hands, which Alex squeezed again, asking him to look back up.

“Ryan. Seriously. Any idea the last I had sex with someone? Before you?” he grinned, stopping Ryan from whatever he was about to say. Ryan shook his head, and Alex paused for a second to think about it himself, then laughed. “Me neither. Months, I guess. Not exactly been interested,”

“But you are interested. In me,” Ryan asked, for clarification, biting down on his lip.

“Hell, yeah. I’m all kinds of interested in you. There’s… there’s so much we… yeah. I’m interested, Ryan,” he settled for, and Ryan seemed to consider his words, find himself happy with what he heard.

“So. It doesn’t need to be complicated. We can… we can take it one step at a time. Right?” Ryan asked, turning to him shyly, but with an expectant expression on his face.

Alex looked back at him, smiling easily. “Alright. Sounds good to me. One step at a time, right?”

“Agreed.”

“I can’t promise I won’t mess up,” He warned, looking back to the road, worry on his face.

“Neither can I. Alex,” Ryan laughed, shifting in his seat, both of them fidgety and on edge, “let’s just… see what happens. Not- not force each other into anything we’re not ready for. Just… see how it goes,”

Alex squeezed his hand again, feeling himself relax. And then, “So that’s it?” Alex he asked, disbelievingly, leaving Ryan looking back at him, silently asking what he meant. “I mean. This whole thing kinda happened by accident. Which I am not complaining about,” he hastened to add. “But. I’m not used to things going… easy,”

Ryan shrugged, staring out of the window. “Me neither. Maybe we get an ‘easy’ now and then, sometimes,”

Alex gave a short huh before they grew silent again, and then to Ryan’s surprise they were pulling over.

“Alex,”

“Shh…”

And Alex was leaning over to Ryan, sighing a kiss into his mouth.

Ryan groaned, wrapping his arms to loop around Alex’s neck and chasing his tongue.

“Alex,” he mumbled between kisses, biting a little at Alex’s lips and enjoying the way he gasped at that, “Can I tell you what I want, Alex?”

“Sure,” Alex breathed into his skin, mentally calculating how much longer it would take them to get home.

“I want you on top of me. And I want you… on my cock. And I want you… in my hand,”

Alex whined a little at the image that gave him and the way he strained against his zip.

“Can we do that, Alex? Can we do that now?”

Here?” Alex asked in surprise, as though the idea of having sex in a car had never occurred to him before.

“There’s ample room your back seat,” Ryan reasoned, sliding his hands all over him greedily.

“I don’t know about ample,” Alex started, quickly kissing away the grumble from Ryan’s lips, “but we’ll give it a go. Something, anyway,” he added at the look on Ryan’s face.

Not taking his eyes from Alex, Ryan started unbuttoning his jeans and stroking himself to get Alex’s full attention. It worked.

“You,” Alex growled, leaning once more to kiss him, “back seat. Now,”

Ryan grinned at him triumphantly for a second then scrambled into the back seat quickly with Alex following him right behind.

“If you won’t let me fuck you here, Alex,” and the obscenity on Ryan’s lips hit Alex hard with lust, “then I am going to at least taste you,”

In what felt like one single move, Ryan unzipped him, pulled down his jeans and boxers, yanked off his jacket and pushed up his shirt. And then was down, licking along Alex’s length before sucking on his head with a hungry moan.

It was all that Alex could do to hold on to something, anything he could grab, bracing himself back against the window and one hand at the headrest, as Ryan swallowed him down, his hands pressed Alex’s legs open and preventing him from moving around too much. The noises Ryan made just added to the build Alex felt in his gut, and all he could do was grunt and gasp in response.

But then Ryan was moving and kneeling half on the seat and half on the floor. “I need to come too,” he said anxiously as he unzipped himself. Alex’s eyes flew to where Ryan sprung free and he reached out for him, gripping him firmly and smiling as Ryan rocked into his hand.

“Come here,” Alex muttered, angling himself to line their cocks up together. Ryan looked down to Alex’s hand as he stroked them, lacing his fingers in the gaps between to join him. They both watched for a minute and then Alex picked up the pace, with Ryan pushing up their shirts out of the way to give them a better view. Faster and faster became the slap of their skin, thrusting up into the circle of their hands with increasingly desperate grunts, urging each other on with filthy encouragement.

“Come for me, Ryan,” Alex whispered when he knew he was close, and he did, seconds before Alex, both moaning into each other’s mouths and feeling their come grow cold on their chests. With smiles pressed to lips and hums of sated approval they sprawled out on the back seat to catch their breath, laughing when they realised they had nothing to clean themselves down with.

 

***

 

The drive had been significantly lengthened by frequent make out stops, and there had been discussions about boundaries they carefully agreed on together for this very new development in their relationship. By the time they were almost back, the atmosphere had again shifted, this time to nothing but wanting. About five miles out, Ryan idly began tracing his fingers over Alex’s thigh before reaching to stroke along his length through his jeans, pinching his way along the growing swell there until Alex growled that he’d be driving them off the road if he didn’t stop.

Ryan did stop, for all of a minute, then pulled Alex’s hand between his own legs, tracing Alex’s fingertips over his own straining fly instead.

“Come to mine,” Alex growled, his breath catching at Ryan’s easy agreement, squeezing around his length in reward.

A few minutes later, Alex threw the car into his parking spot a lot less smooth than usual, taking barely a second between pulling on the brake and grabbing Ryan roughly into his lap to grind up against.

Ryan’s hands were up and under Alex’s shirt immediately, straight to running his fingernails over Alex’s nipples after very recently discovering how much Alex liked that. And a little later still, once they’d managed to get themselves to Alex’s bedroom, Alex arched his back leisurely, leaning up into Ryan’s kiss and stroking a lazy hand down his back as Ryan rocked into him.

Ryan moaned against his lips, before shifting his hold on Alex to angle his hips and drift his hands up the back of Alex’s thighs, holding his knees high and as far apart as he could. He thrusted hard, once, smiling at Alex’s answering groan, pulling out slowly before doing it again, and again, forcing out noises from Alex that he couldn’t get enough of.

Reaching down between them, Ryan rubbed his palm over Alex’s cock head, smearing the precum there down his shaft and stroking him in time to his thrusts as Alex fell apart beneath him, groaning out brokenly as he came.

Ryan chased down his own orgasm, then collapsed on top of him, thoroughly spent. When his breath was back, and he’d tied off the condom, he climbed back on to the bed, pulled Alex into his arms, and told him he’d be staying the night, then promptly fell asleep, leaving Alex to grin to himself at just how lucky he’d gotten, before snuggling back against him and falling asleep himself.

 

 

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