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It takes a little work to get Caesar riled up. Maybe his standards are really that high, or maybe it’s his stubborn pride refusing to concede a little victory to Joseph. Once he gets there, though, he stays, and he rides that train all the way to its destination. The drive-in is indecent, surely. But the narrow windows of Joseph’s abominably tacky rich-boy Luxury coupe offer a little privacy to Joseph’s hand reaching over to work between Caesar’s thighs in the passenger seat, having long teased his legs steadily apart and making his hard dick accessible through the thick denim of his jeans.
“That didn’t take long,” Joseph says, trying to pretend he’s keeping an eye on the movie while throwing quick and eager glances over his shoulder. “You worked up?”
“For fuck’s sake,” Caesar hisses, his thighs quickly tensing, dark shadows shifting over his jeans. “You can’t feel people up at the movies, you criminal. People can see.”
“No, people do this all the time,” Joseph promises.
“You’ve done this before?”
“Yeah. Well, no. It happens, though.”
Caesar reaches his hands down as best he can without being visible to the American teens parked next door and opens up his jeans, nearly popping the button clean off in the process. “You’re a criminal,” he repeats. “Fuck, touch me. Toccami.”
Joseph spits on his hand like he was raised in a barn and starts jerking fast at Caesar’s dick, the open zipper scraping against the ridge of his palm. Caesar doesn’t say anything, just lets out the breath he’s been holding in short, shallow stutters. With his hands braced tense against the windowframe so his upper body stays balanced, his hips gyrate like a magnet up into Joseph’s hand, uninhibited by a seat belt because those weren’t invented until 1959.
“Slow down,” Joseph coos, “slooow down…” he holds his rhythm, pulls long and slow up through Caesar’s dick like he’s trying to milk the precum out of it. He’s not even pretending to watch the movie any more, reclined all the way back against his seat with his eyes trained on Caesar’s lap. The silvery light of the movie screen through the windshield illuminates his jaw and his shoulders, the broad shape of his chest, the shifting muscles in his forearm as he strokes the soul out of Caesar—his lips shining under his teeth as he grins, so unbearably satisfied with himself. “You’re gonna finish too quick. Take it slow.”
“God, let me—” Caesar swallows a noise. “Let me finish, let me go. Come on.”
“Gimme a hand,” Joseph says, patting his thigh.
Caesar’s dick jumps and there’s no way Joseph can’t feel it because his fingers are still flexed around it. It’s so dirty and sleazy, two guys jerking each other off in a tight little coupe on a Saturday night, illuminated by the watchful silvery gleam of Buster Keaton fucking some shit up on the big screen. The light is so harsh that down in their laps is just black, the pale shape of Joseph’s forearm muscles and his knuckles—the painfully swollen head of Caesar’s cock. The air smells like car exhaust and sugar.
Caesar runs his hands over Joseph’s thigh and straight towards the outline of his erection through the crotch of his jeans. Even the leathery car seat beneath his ass is warm with the heat radiating off of it. Joseph makes a little noise, like an audible cross between a sigh and a smirk, and he takes his hand off Caesar’s erection to unzip his jeans. He pulls his thick cock out of his briefs and Caesar swears he can smell it, like the musk is saturating the air inside the car. Caesar digs his fingertips into the insides of Joseph’s thighs and, as graceful as a swan, dips his head straight down to Joseph’s lap and drags his tongue over the head.
“Oh, fuck,” Joseph gasps and claps his hand to his mouth. He tries to lean back but he’s already as flat against the chair as he can go. His elbow bangs against the windowframe and he doesn’t even check to see if he caught anyone’s attention.
“Don’t stop touching me,” Caesar orders from Joseph’s lap right before he pulls his lips over his teeth and swallows Joseph’s cock down nearly to the base in one go.
“Okay, okay, fuck,” Joseph swears, wringing his hand under Caesar’s torso and back towards his dick.
It’s a tight fit—Joseph’s elbow is pressed against the window, and Caesar can feel the doorknob pushing into his ass. Caesar shifts his body and swallows with all of Joseph’s thick cock filling and stretching his throat, and Joseph moans pathetically with Caesar’s ear pushed right up against his abs so he can hear the rumble of his voice from deep in his chest. He’s tugging quickly but shallowly against Caesar’s dick now, his fist wedged between Caesar’s thighs.
The taste of Joseph is all through Caesar’s mouth and the heady, masculine scent is suffocating him and it’s all so desperate and filthy, not helped at all by the sounds Joseph is making that are almost pathetic. With the hand that’s not jerking Caesar off, he threads his fingers through his hair, coming to a rest over the nape of his neck, hot and heavy—his rich-boy hands, soft and uncalloused, gentle on the skin behind his ears.
Joseph twists around the head of Caesar’s dick, all the sweat and spit and precum keeping his fingers sticky, squished between Caesar’s abs and his thighs and the car seat. Caesar moans and the sound moves around the dick in his mouth all the way through Joseph’s chest and back out. He pulls back, keeping his mouth tight around Joseph’s cockhead and working it with his tongue, swallowing a mouthful of precum. It hasn’t been long, but he’s close. They both are.
“Caesar,” Joseph wails, his hand still working as much as it can between Caesar’s legs. “Caesar, Caesar, baby…”
Baby is new. Caesar isn’t sure how he feels about it yet. It makes his cock jump eagerly anyway. He can barely breathe, facefirst in Joseph’s lap. The fingers on the back of his neck—not steering or squeezing, just rolling back and forth over Caesar’s goosebumps—are sending chills down his spine that shock his dick almost as much as the hand around it.
“You’re so good,” Joseph begs, his voice soft. “You got me. I’m almost there. Fuck.”
Caesar takes Joseph’s cock deep into his throat again and his fingers tighten just a little against his scalp. He works his tongue as best he can with his mouth full against Joseph’s shaft, just how he knows Joseph likes it, just how to push him to the edge. Joseph swears and his voice cracks and then Caesar feels Joseph’s dick swell in his mouth, cumming hot and heavy straight down his throat.
He swallows as best he can, pulling off slowly so Joseph can jerk him off better. He presses his shoulders all the way into the windows so that even if his neighbors looked they couldn’t see anything, and he looks down and enjoys the way the movie screen lights up Joseph’s hand moving wetly up and down his dick.
“Finiscimi,” he says, barely. He’s all raspy as his throat recovers from being stretched full. “Jojo, don’t stop. Oh, shit, don’t stop. Merda—”
Caesar’s hips jump up and stutter as his dick spits an arc of cum, splattering all up Joseph’s forearm, almost glowing in the light. Caesar grits his teeth tight and moans lowly, pushing his hips up. Joseph’s hand is still jerking him quickly even through his climax.
The tight muscles of Caesar’s thighs finally start to twitch as he becomes oversensitive in the ebbs of his orgasm. Joseph pulls his hand off and wipes the sticky mess on Caesar’s jeans.
“Wow, thanks,” Caesar says.
“You’re welcome. Hey,” Joseph says, and when Caesar looks up in response Joseph leans forward enough to peck him on the lips.
“You’re a bastard,” Caesar says. Joseph licks his lips and Caesar opens up for him. His hand is still on Caesar’s thigh.
“Mmm. And you can’t keep your hands off me,” Joseph retaliates, squeezing Caesar’s thigh.
Caesar sighs deep through his nose and straightens up against his chair. Joseph rests his head on Caesar’s shoulder, like he’s getting ready to fall asleep on him. The inside of the car is humid with their indecency and the windows have fogged up a little around the edges, but not so much that the movie is unwatchable. Joseph doesn’t sleep, but he stays there, knee knocking a little against Caesar’s every once in a while.