Grippin' Grain on a Saturday Night

It had been so long since they had been alone together. No press, no girlfriends, not even the other guys. They were utterly isolated, nothing between them but heat.

"Come in," he whispered, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

Justin just nodded, bowing his head as he slid into the butter soft leather, his hand splaying to relish in the interior. JC knew how to pick cars, just never did.

It was dark outside, close to midnight but it was even darker in the ‘64 Cadillac, shadows cast across the whole inside. Shadows illuminating the sharp edges of his face, his lips bluewhite by the moon. Brunette curls were more black, surrounding his face in midnight color. Justin wondered what it felt like, what the moon tasted like on his lips.

"It's creepy, hm?" JC murmured after the long silence. "No cameras, no insistent nagging, no nothing," he breathed.

"Wrong." Justin closed his eyes, the tension in the car building with each breath they took. With each lingering gaze, with each beat of their separate hearts.

"Prove me wrong, then," was the reply, ice eyes watching the blonde take in each inhalation, his tongue itching to trace every exposed rib with every exhale.

Justin opened his eyes, pinning JC as he swallowed the pressure. Then, with fingertips curling around the hem of his t-shirt, he lifted the garment, waiting until his focus was behind the shirt to close his eyes, throwing the shirt to the back. His chest was heaving and he felt the sticky air, heavy with want and lust and guilt, press against his warm skin. Muscles defined then spread with every flex, his nipples raising with every breath. The windows were starting to fog, the outside world slipping even further away.

"You hear that?"

JC didn't, but he saw. Saw the sweat glistening on Justin's bare chest, a drop trailing down his own temple. Saw Justin reach for his jeans, the zipper slipping down deftly, pale blue boxers matching the light tattooed on his chest.

He wasn't hard yet but that wouldn't be too much trouble, his jeans sticking to the back of his thighs. Blonde curls were starting to stick to his forehead, perspiration salty on his top lip. JC reached over to taste it, his tongue skilled and deliberate as it only smoothed along the top of his lips, Justin trying hard to get it inside.

JC peeled off his own soiled shirt, his hand landing on his sweat pants, rubbing himself through the thickness. "I can feel that shit," he remarked, his breath hotter than before as he dropped his head to his chest.

"Why do something I can do?" Justin mumbled, slinking over, knees in his seat, torso on the armrest, face in JC's lap, kissing the velour that hid what he wanted most. Pulling at the hem, black curls sprang to attention, darkness leading to light as JC's cock was slowly unmasked, Justin's lips trembling as he kissed it.

Brown locks fell across the back of the seat, the leather cool to his overheated neck, sticky the next second. The sweat seemed to be pouring from him, his whole body drenched as his hips pumped faster, Justin's mouth always a few degrees hotter than his body.

The seats were sticking to his chest and creating a crazy friction between his cock, his jeans open but still restricting. He couldn't stop, though. Couldn't take his mouth of off JC anytime soon, his groin tingling when he swirled his tongue, JC's loud moan cutting through the thick haze of desire. Instead he reached a hand down, slipping underneath the tightness of his boxer hem. Fingertips gentle as they lightly caressed the heat, his heat that was fueling his insides, twitching in his hand.

"J..." He knew he was going to bust soon, Justin's mouth was too hot, almost scalding to the touch and his cock wanted to bury itself in the pleasure/pain as the other sucked like he lived to.

The blonde was working a fist, down-oh-up, his abs shape shifting against his stomach with each contraction. He released himself only to push down his boxers, his dick falling to slide against the plush interior, the seats making him groan.

The noises resounded through JC's chest, his balls tightening with each moan coming from his lap. Lazily, his eyes trailed over the blonde's body, his ass tightening before relaxing, his hand disappearing beneath him and it was all too much. He raised a hand, letting his fingertips slide over the dips in the younger man's spine, stalling only when he was at the base of Justin. Silk to the touch, JC tore at his lip, eyes squeezing tight against the pressure jetting from him.

Drops of himself were falling back onto him, Justin with come still in his mouth, smeared on his chin as he raised, swallowing with wide eyes. JC wanted to fuck him, licked the nut off his lips instead, their tongues never touching though the blonde reached for it. He bit his chin, pushing with a hand to his damp chest, laying the blonde back as much as he could. JC wanted to ride him, but he needed the other man to lead him. His body was drained and he didn't know if he could raise himself fully.

"Sit on me, C," came the weary voice, his body tense as a stone as pulled the brunette's pants down, the other trying to get rid of them as quickly as he could in the confined space. The windows were dripping with condensation and Justin wiped a hand across one, smearing the moistness across his stiff and unyielding cock. Cobalt caught cerulean watching and thin lips curved. "Sit on me," he repeated.

JC didn't have to be asked twice, his legs spreading, the air swept around him cooling the inside of his thighs, a delicious chill sweeping up his spine along with it. One hand on Justin's stretched shoulder blade, the other on the wood dashboard, nails biting into both as he sank onto the blonde's cock, his body not stopping until his ass met Justin's thighs.

His body was ablaze, flames licking up from the core of the heat: JC. The brunette rolled his hips, moaning when he felt Justin in his belly. He yelled when Justin pushed up hard, his head bumping the roof, his forehead resting on it as he answered the powerful thrust with another twist of his body.

Up. Tears of sweat were seeping into his mouth, into his eyes with a burn and he took a deep breath holding until Justin tightened his hold on his hips.

Down. Lowering had to be the best and worst part, loving the feeling of being filled with all of Justin, his thighs shaking from overuse. He needed to come.

A moan split conscious and Justin swallowed the words on his tongue, fingers biting into JC's thighs a little more.

"Come inside," JC whimpered, pelvis reaching to get even more of Justin. "Please."

It was sucking the soul right out of him, his body draining as he tensed every muscle he knew, his hand stalling on JC's dick, not able to move properly. The brunette still came, the mere feeling of Justin nutting inside of him caressing him better than any hand.

It was cold all too soon, the windows with rivers of water pooling at the locks, streaks of the outside illuminating the pair. JC didn't want to get up, Justin didn't want to come out. The brunette just leaned back against the wood grain, hands on the front window, the blonde licking a nipple, stiffening in the other. JC gripped the car, the only thing that would know their secrets, readying for everything Justin wanted to give him.