Mikey has never felt more like a rock star than he does in this moment, which is funny, because all he's doing is driving a steady 40 mph on a deserted backroad with his fly open, and oh, his cock in Robert Downey Jr's mouth.
Getting road head really wasn't on the agenda when he woke up, but as he quickly found out, agendas tended to fly out the window when Robert is involved.
It started out as a perfectly innocent trip, Robert staring out the window and babbling about everything while Mikey adjusted his sunglasses and drove. Then at some point a hand made its way onto Mikey's shoulder, but Robert was still gabbing away, mostly to himself - sounding a lot like Gee, actually - so Mikey just shrugged and continued driving.
The hand was gone a few seconds later, but kept flitting back, touching him to make whatever point Robert was trying to make - also like Gee, he didn't really make much sense when he got going, either - and it was no big deal. Until Robert's hand somehow slid right down onto his upper thigh, barely an inch away from his groin. Mikey looked over, sharply, and Robert made eye contact, smirking and then letting his eyelashes fall coyly as he stared intently at Mikey's crotch.
And, whatever. Mikey spread his legs and let him.
Robert had him unzipped and was palming Mikey's half-hard dick, leaning down to suck it when he jerked back with a startled curse and fought with the seatbelt for a moment before it released with the click. Mikey laughed nervously, stupid high-pitched giggle, but Robert was all business and completely focused on getting his mouth down there. Eyes on the road, Mikey reminded himself, somewhat hysterically. The warmth of Robert's mouth came as a surprise, had Mikey gritting his teeth against the pleasure as he switched cruise control on and kept his hands steady.
There he is now: all the way hard and slumping down in the seat, knees colliding up into the dashboard, knuckles tight on the wheel as Robert works his cock up and down, sucking him hard, with lip-smacking satisfaction. Robert's hand slips between the seat and Mikey's back, sliding down and somehow worming its way into Mikey's tight jeans, and Mikey arches up, accidentally tapping the brake for a second as a fingertip brushes his hole. The car slows to a crawl, but Mikey doesn't care because Robert's fingers keep working over that spot, not trying to penetrate but stroking over it with exactly the right amount of pressure, Robert's mouth is still working over his cock. Mikey doesn't fight the heat building up in his gut, just pushes himself against Robert's fingers and sucks a breath through his nose and comes.
He's still breathing hard when he realises that yeah, he should probably increase his speed, and also stop steering like a drunk driver. Robert tucks him back into his jeans, and pats his leg before straightening up.
"Christ, you motherfucker," Mikey says disbelievingly, about a quarter mile down the road.
Robert just bounces in his seat and grins, reaching for his seatbelt again.