Shift by scheherezhad

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Yusuke practices his own techniques of persuasion on Kurama.

Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.

Author's notes: Sex in a car, because I like tying in the details of this series. For April, as always.

Feedback: Please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

Kurama sighed. How he got roped into these things... Well, actually, he knew precisely why he was currently at the movies, balancing a bucket of popcorn between his knees, holding a soda in one hand, and trying to dig the last SweeTart out of the bottom of the box with his other hand. It was because three hours ago, Yusuke come into the bedroom while Kurama was sitting on the bed and brushing his hair and said, "Take me to a movie."

"What movie?"

Yusuke had climbed onto the bed, knelt behind him, and taken over the brush. "The new Jet Li movie. It's been out for a week, and I haven't had a chance to see it yet."

"What's it about?"

"You'll like it," he'd replied dismissively. "Take me?"

"Yusuke..."

Yusuke had then crawled around and straddled Kurama's lap. He draped his arms over Kurama's shoulders and squirmed a little. "It starts in an hour. Please?" he begged softly, sucking on Kurama's lower lip.

He often did the same thing when they made love, but he'd only recently discovered that it rendered Kurama helpless in other situations, too. Kurama completely lost the ability to say "no" with a lap full of squirming, begging Yusuke, so he had given in and agreed to see the movie.

So here he was, watching the climactic Final Fight Scene and finally sucking on the last SweeTart. Yusuke's attention was glued to the screen. He was so enthralled that Kurama had to guide their soda straw to his mouth before he poked himself in the eye. When it was over, Yusuke polished off the last of the popcorn during the credits.

"Man, that was so awesome," he said, nearly bouncing with excitement as they left the theater. "Did you see that backflip he did over the guy's head? He makes it look so damn easy."

Kurama made a non-commital noise and unlocked the car.

"And that wicked kick to finish him off!"

Yusuke chattered on about the high points of the film while Kurama waited for their turn to get back on the road.

Kurama looked out his window and saw a break, then he looked to Yusuke's side of the car and almost missed their chance. His foot slammed down the gas pedal at the last moment and threw them forward, a pickup narrowly missing their back end.

That was the last thought on Kurama's mind, though. He was busy processing the sight of Yusuke running a hand along the inside of his own thigh, still carrying on his one-sided review of the movie. He glanced over again. That wicked hand hovered above Yusuke's bulging jeans, then slowly descended to rub and squeeze a bit.

"...and that look they gave each other before it started? That was hot," he was saying.

"Yusuke?" Kurama's voice was somewhat strangled.

"I ever mention that Jet Li movies get me really hot?" he replied.

"No, you didn't."

"Mm."

Yusuke returned to teasing himself through his pants, and Kurama made an abrupt turn. It was a dead-end side street that only held some family-owned businesses that had closed hours ago. That meant that, as long as no one came to investigate, they'd have some privacy.

As soon as the car was parked and shut off, Kurama yanked off his seat belt and lunged for Yusuke. He captured his lover's mouth in a fierce kiss. His hand replaced Yusuke's at his crotch. When he finally let them up for air, the windows were starting to fog over.

"Um, can I at least take my seat belt off?"

"Only if you join me in the back seat."

That made Yusuke's eyes light up; he had always wanted to have sex with Kurama in the back of the car. He yanked off his seat belt and scrambled into the back after Kurama, nearly falling on top of him. The leg room wasn't much to speak of, but neither cared as long as they both fit.

With his left knee wedged between Kurama's hip and the seat back and his right knee on the outside edge, Yusuke sat up to unfasten his jeans. Unfortunately, he reared up too quickly and hit his head on the ceiling, which unbalanced him and caused him to fall into the floorboard.

"Ow."

"Are you all right?" Kurama asked, pushing himself up on one elbow to look at his lover.

"Peachy." Yusuke looked down. "Well, while I'm down here," he said, and he unfastened his pants before climbing back up.

Kurama already had his undone. His cock stood ready, flushed red and beginning to leak pre-come. He watched hungrily as Yusuke pushed his jeans down a little and pulled out his own hard, wet cock.

"What do you want?" he asked Yusuke, who was hovering above him, waiting.

Yusuke didn't bother answering with words, he just shifted back and wrapped his mouth around Kurama.

"Always the man of action," Kurama panted. With one hand, he gathered his hair so it was all under him, then he reached for Yusuke. "Turn around and come here."

As he realized what Kurama meant, Yusuke's eyes lit up, and a heavy throb pulsed through his cock. "You are getting so lucky when we get home."

Yusuke turned so his hips were over Kurama's head and went back to work. A moment later, he felt wet heat envelop him. The rest was a haze of sensation. Luckily, being with Kurama had improved his multi-tasking skills.

He came first, and Kurama followed a minute later.

It took the last of his energy to turn around again before collapsing on his lover.

"Yusuke, get up. We have to get home."

"Don' wanna."

Kurama sighed. "Ten minutes, then. But I choose the next movie."