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Aziraphale was having a rough sort of day. First, he’d been yelled at by his boss at the student bookstore for not properly stacking the shelves. Then, his professor had called him out for not paying attention in class. But it wasn’t his fault the novel he was reading was so gripping! He hadn’t been able to put it down. To make matters worse, the oven in his flat had been acting up and only heated to the proper temperature about half the time. Suffice it say, he was in no mood to cook.

That was how he found himself waiting in the drive thru line for the local fast-food establishment. Honestly, he tried his best to eat out at these sorts of places as little as possible. He was already soft around the middle. But sometimes, on days like these, a greasy cheeseburger and a sugary drink were just what he needed. Being short on money, fast-food was really all he could afford to buy if he didn’t want to eat in, and even then, he could only splurge a few times pers month.

His car inched forward, and he rolled down his window to better see the menu. A lively, charismatic voice greeted him from the crackling speakers.

“Good evening, welcome to the happiest place on Earth, home of the smiles, and best burger north of the equator! What can I get started for you?”

Aziraphale blinked, surprised by the outburst of random slogans. None of which were actually the correct one for this particular restaurant. He let out a little laugh.

“Oh, um, hello. Could I just get a number one with extra ketchup and a coke?”

“Righto, can do! And would that be a medium or a large?”

“Oh, um… can I get a large?”

“Absolutely! Because remember, when you dine here, you can have it your way.”

Aziraphale had to press his lips together to stop from laughing. That was absolutely not their slogan either. “Right, thank you.”

“Your total will be eight forty-nine. See you at the window!”

Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile, bemused, as he pulled away from the speaker. The workers at this place usually sounded more dead than alive, and he’d never had his order taken quite so enthusiastically. He was curious to see what this person looked like. In his mind he pictured someone a great deal like himself, blonde and perky and a little bit nerdy.

So when he pulled up to the window and actually saw the person responsible, he couldn’t help but stare. Even with the uniform and black cap, the young man at the window was unfairly gorgeous. He looked to be close in age to Aziraphale, probably a Uni student as well. Red hair could be seen tied back in a bun at the base of his neck, sharp cheekbones rested just beneath stunning golden eyes, and when he turned to Aziraphale and flashed a smile, Aziraphale nearly swooned.

For some reason, surprise seemed to register on the other young man’s face for a moment before it was replaced with a confident smile. When neither of them immediately said anything, Aziraphale licked his lips nervously. Was something wrong? The beautiful redhead leaned against the windowsill.

“Your total was eight forty-nine.”

“Oh! Oh, right.”

Aziraphale blushed and began to fumble with his wallet. Great, the one chance he got to interact with an attractive boy, and he was making a complete fool of himself. He managed to pull out seven pounds, but felt his heart sink when he realized that was all he had. He could have sworn there had been a few more notes in here. And now he was going to have to look at this lovely person and tell them that he didn’t have enough money. Maybe he could change his order and get something cheaper.

“Um, I’m so terribly sorry, but I don’t seem to have enough. Could you perhaps take the drink and fry off my order?”

The redhead raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Then, he reached beneath the counter and pulled out a little card and a hole puncher. Aziraphale watched as he made ten little marks on the card and handed it out the window.

“Oh, would you look at that!” he cried in delight, much to Aziraphale’s confusion. “You seem to have a full rewards card! That earns you a free meal. How lucky.”

Aziraphale felt his smile widening and his blush deepening. “You don’t have to do that.”

The young man pouted his lip. “Do what? It’s your card, you earned it.”

He laughed, casting his eyes down. “Yes, of course. Thank you…”

“Crowley. My name’s Crowley. And what should I call you, angel?”

“Um, my name is Aziraphale.”

“Hmm, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stick with angel.”

Aziraphale didn’t mind. Not in slightest. “Well, Crowley, you’re very kind.”

“Eh,” Crowley shrugged. “What’s the point in working at a soul sucking corporation if you can’t steal free food from them?”

That startled a surprised laugh out of Aziraphale. “How very Robin Hood of you.”

Crowley leaned out the window and grinned. “You think I’m a Robin Hood? That dashing, huh? Would that make you Maid Marian?”

Aziraphale tutted and rolled his eyes. “Thematically, no.”

A small voice suddenly came from the headset around Crowley’s neck. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Crowley raised a finger to Aziraphale and then spoke into the mouthpiece. “Sorry, we’re having some technical difficulties. I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Aziraphale’s mouth fell open as Crowley hit a button that seemed to mute the customer. “Crowley! You’re going to get into trouble!”

“Nah,” he said, waving a hand. “The manager and I are mates. Besides, I’m the only one keeping this place together.”

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. “So do you just shut down the line for every young man that pulls up to your window.”

“Only the devastatingly handsome one’s that knock the breath out of me. So far, you’re the first, but the night is young.”

“Mr. Crowley, you are an incorrigible flirt.”

“Oh, I think I might be just a little bit corrigible, just for you.”

Feeling his confident boosted by Crowley’s open interest, he let his eyes drag over what he could see of him. “Is that so? I wonder if I might be able to find that out for myself.”

Crowley’s eyes widened and his smile grew. “Oh angel, I think you might just.”

A blaring of horns sounded from behind Aziraphale, making him jump. Crowley cursed and hit the button on his mouthpiece.

“One minute, please! The issue is almost fixed.”

A voice could be heard shouting before being muted once more. Crowley leaned back against the window as though nothing had happened.

“Anyways, as I was saying. If you’d like to find out how capable I am, I get off in thirty minutes. Could meet you around back beside the black Honda. That is, only if you want.”

Aziraphale bit his lip. He never did anything like this. In the three years since he’d come to Uni he’d only been to two parties, and both times it had been so he could be the designated driver. Aziraphale was careful. He was calculated. He was lonely.

“Alright.”

Crowley looked just as shocked as Aziraphale felt, as though he hadn’t actually believed he would agree to it. “Ok, right, great! Well then I’ll give you this,” he handed Aziraphale his bag of food and drink. “And then I’ll, um, see you in a bit.”

Aziraphale smiled shyly. “Yes, I suppose you will.”

He pulled away from the window and then drove around to the back of the building, parking beside the only black Honda he saw. He unwrapped his food and began to eat, but already nerves were twisting in his stomach. What was he doing? Really, what did he expect was going to happen when Crowley got off? Crowley was a flirt, but he probably hadn’t thought Aziraphale would agree. They had just met, for heaven’s sake! He had seen the surprise on his face. He’d probably just come out here to tell Aziraphale that it had been a joke and to go home, which would be humiliating. He should just leave now, before that happened. And yet that little bit of hope, hope that Crowley actually liked him, wouldn’t let him leave. He was going to see this through, one way or another.

By the time a half hour had passed, Aziraphale had finished all of his food and eaten two mints to ensure his breath didn’t smell of ketchup. He fiddled nervously with the hem of his shirt as he waited, practically holding his breath. The back door to the restaurant opened and his heart flipped. Crowley sauntered out, no longer wearing his work uniform. He must have changed in the restroom. Crowley now sported a black leather jacket over a red Henley and skintight black jeans with heavy looking boots. His hair was down, flowing around his face, and as Aziraphale watched, he lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke into the night sky. Oh, fuck. He was unbearable hot and cool. Aziraphale was out of his depth. He climbed out of the car and leaned against the side, going for relaxed. When Crowley spotted him, his face split into a wide grin.

“Hey, you actually waited.”

“Well, yes. I said I would, didn’t I?”

Crowley stopped in front of him and brought his cigarette to his mouth, letting his eyes trail down Aziraphale’s body. “Damn. I was right.”

Aziraphale flushed, self-conscious, and wrapped his hands around his stomach. “Right about what?”

“You’re even sexier now that I can see all of you.”

“Oh!” His smile returned full force and he bit his lip. “You’re terribly attractive yourself.”

Crowley tilted his head and winked. “Glad you think so. Would make this all a bit awkward if you thought different.”

“Quite. So, um, what did you want to do?”

The way Crowley looked him up and down left little question about what he wanted to do. “Well, you already ate, so that’s out. But if you’ve got nothing else on for the night, we could always just go for a drive.”

“Oh, well, I don’t have anything else to do tonight.”

“Great.” Crowley bent down to put his cigarette out on the ground, and then tossed it into a nearby trashcan. “So, your car or mine?”

Aziraphale looked between the two. Neither were exactly sports cars, but he decided he would be too nervous to even pay attention to the road.

“You can drive, if you like.”

“Sure thing, angel. Allow me to sweep you off your feet.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes but was pleased when Crowley opened the door for him.  He slid in and buckled up, his nerves still warring inside his stomach. He had to get this under control. Crowley was actually interested in him, and he wasn’t about to blow it.

Crowley climbed in on his side and gave him a wide smile. “Ready?”

Aziraphale wiggled a bit in his seat. “As I’ll ever be.”

 

 

Crowley couldn’t believe his luck. When he’d looked out the window of his shitty minimum wage hell, he’d thought he was seeing things when he’d looked into the blue eyes of a literal angel. Then the angelic boy, or rather man given he was about Crowley’s age of twenty, had smiled and Crowley had been completely gone. And Crowley was nothing if not bold, so of course he had flirted. But then, to his amazement, the angel had flirted back. And now, here he was, driving in the dark with the most beautiful man he’d ever seen seated beside him. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Aziraphale was looking out the window and chewing his bottom lip. He looked nervous, which was good, because Crowley was practically vibrating out of his skin. He’d hooked up with plenty of people he’d just met, usually at parties or pubs, but Aziraphale was just so pretty. And what if he didn’t want to do that? It would be completely fine, of course, but Crowley desperately wanted to touch him and would love to know if Aziraphale was amenable.

“So, angel, go to school around here?”

Aziraphale turned to look at him and smiled. “Yes, I attend the local university.”

“Really? So do I. Wonder why I’ve never seen you before.”

“I doubt we are in the same social circles, considering I spend ninety percent of my time in the library.”

Crowley snorted. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve only been inside the library once and it was to drag my friend out.”

“Well then, you’d probably find me terribly boring.”

“Nah, doubt it. With a face like that I’m fairly sure I could watch you read for hours without getting bored.”

Aziraphale flushed a pretty pink and looked exceptionally pleased, so Crowley counted it as a win.

“Oh, hush, no need to tease me. I know I’m not a looker.”

Crowley snapped his head around to stare at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? Your bloody stunning.”

Aziraphale glanced at him shyly from the side of his eye. “You really think so?”

“I know so. That’s how I know I’ve never seen you at the school before. Probably would have followed you home like a lost puppy if I had.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I would have let you. Follow me home, that is.”

Crowley’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. Obviously, considering I’m in your car right now.”

“True. And what are you studying, to have you locked in the library so often?”

“My degree is in English Literature.”

Crowley chuckled. “I suppose I should have guessed, what with the bowtie and tartan.”

Aziraphale pouted, and it was cute enough that Crowley almost pulled the car over so he could kiss it off him. “Tartan is stylish!”

“It’s really not. But I’ll make the exception for you.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky,” he said, still pouting.

“No, I’d have to say I’m lucky one here. On a date with a real-life angel.”

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. “Is this a date then?”

Crowley squirmed a bit, suddenly unsure. Perhaps he had read the signs wrong. “I mean, yeah, I’d like it to be.”

Aziraphale rubbed his palm on his thigh. “Hmm, I suppose I would like it to be as well.”

“Well then,” Crowley said with a grin. “It’s settled.”

“Aren’t dates usually a bit more… I don’t know, eventful?” Aziraphale asked, though he wore a teasing smile.

“Oh angel, I can make this plenty eventful if you want me to.”

Aziraphale licked his lips. “Oh?”

“Mhmm. Want me to show you?”

Aziraphale nodded his head.

“Ok, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. I can get pretty crazy.”

Fifteen minutes later they stood beneath dim lights on a carpet that hadn’t been updates since the nineties, the crash of pins reverberating in the air.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said hesitantly. “I didn’t think you meant bowling.

“No? Whatever did you think I was talking about, angel? Nothing naughty, I hope.”

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, but followed when Crowley went to the counter to rent shoes. He led him to lane four and shed his jacket. Aziraphale looked around, still seeming unsure.

“Crowley, I haven’t bowled in years.”

“So? It’s just for fun. I’m not that good either. Now come on, change your shoes.”

Aziraphale scrunched up his nose at the used bowling shoes, but ultimately sat down and put them on. Crowley was glad he had pushed for it, because Aziraphale looked adorable in the bulky checkered monstrosities.

“I think they really suit you,” Crowley said with a laugh.

“Funny, I was going to say the same for you my dear.”

Crowley’s face warmed at the endearment. He walked to the ball dispenser and selected a bright red one.

“Now angel, try not to be too intimidated. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together, unimpressed. “How kind.”

Crowley stepped up to the lane and balanced the ball in his hand, lined up with the pins, and rolled it with as much force as he could. It hit with a crack, knocking down all but two pins.

“Not bad!” he cried, turning to find Aziraphale smiling at him.

“Yes, that was a good throw.”

Crowley selected another ball and lined up once more, taking a deep breath before releasing the ball. It spun in a perfect line, connecting with the final two pins.

“Yes!” Crowley punched the air. “Got a spare.”

Aziraphale clapped politely. “Very good, Crowley.”

He tried to ignore the way those words made him shiver. “Your turn, angel.”

“Oh, no, I think I’ll just watch.”

Crowley groaned. “No, angel, come on! Get up. I didn’t bring you here for the show.”

“Oh, but the show is so lovely.”

Warmth bloomed in Crowley’s chest. “Then don’t you think I deserve a show of my own? Come on, please? Look, you have me begging.”

Aziraphale sighed deeply. “Fine. But if I do better than you, you owe me.”

Crowley’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. “And what would I owe you?”

“That’s to be determined.”

“Alright, fine, but if you do worse then you’ll own me something.”

A coy smile curled Aziraphale’s lips. “Hmm, that’s fair. Okay, fine.”

Crowley sat and watched Aziraphale as he approached the ball dispenser. He took far longer than necessary to select his ball, opting for a pearly white, and then walked to the beginning of the lane. Crowley leaned back and enjoyed the view of Aziraphale’s tan trousers stretching over his glorious arse. This was going to be good. He knew exactly what he was going to use his favor from Aziraphale for, and the thought made him antsy.  

 But then Aziraphale slid one foot back into an expert position and brought the ball up to this face. It wasn’t until Aziraphale turned and cast him a devious smirk that he knew he fucked up. Aziraphale brought the ball back and threw with perfect form and more strength than Crowley could have ever managed. The ball whirred as it raced down the lane and connected with the pins with thunderous crack. Every single pin scattered and toppled, disappearing into the depths beyond the lane. Crowley knew his mouth was open and could do nothing to stop it.

When Aziraphale turned and walked back, it was with a ridiculously smug grin. “I do believe that was a strike, wasn’t it?”

Crowley snapped his mouth shut. “Angel, did you just hustle me?”

“Well,” Aziraphale said, folding his hands behind his back. “I suppose I did. I said it had been awhile since I had played, not that I wasn’t any good.”

Shit, he wanted to kiss him so bad. “Angel, you’re a bastard. I love it.”

He flushed pink. “Oh, well. Good.”

“So, what is it you want from me?”

Aziraphale hummed in thought. “I think I’ll take some time to think about what I want for my reward.”

“Alright, but don’t keep me in suspense for too long.”

They played the rest of the game, and Aziraphale won by an embarrassing margin. It turned out that Aziraphale was a bit of sore winner, which Crowley found endlessly endearing. By the time they made it out of the bowling alley it was after ten.

“Don’t feel too badly, my dear.”

“What, that you wiped the floor with me? Don’t be ridiculous. That’s a massive turn on for me.”

Aziraphale’s eyes flashed in the light from the streetlamp. “Being humiliated is a turn on?”

They walked around the side of the building to where Crowley had parked, in a secluded corner. He leaned against the driver’s side door when they reached it.

“Can be. Under the right circumstances.”

Aziraphale stopped in front of him, close enough for him to reach out and pull him in if he wanted. “And what would those circumstances be?”

“With you,” he answered easily. “I’m pretty sure anything with you would be a turn on.”

Aziraphale’s face softened in surprise. “You say the most ludicrous things.”

“S’not ludicrous. It’s true. You’re unbearably sexy and I’ve done nothing all night but imagine you pinning me down and having your way with me.”

Aziraphale’s lips fell open with a huff of air, his eyes darting to Crowley’s mouth. That certainly felt like an invitation. Hesitantly, Crowley reached out and took ahold of the front of his sweater vest and gave it a tug. Aziraphale came willingly, invading Crowley’s space and easing him back against the car. The firm, heavy press of his body against Crowley’s was enough to make him feel lightheaded. How many people had he taken back to his dorm to fuck after a party? A dozen, at least. None of them had made him feel this way, like he was burning from the inside out.

“Angel.”

“Hmm?”

“How would you like the rest of this night to go?”

Aziraphale’s eyes searched Crowley’s face. “I think I’d like to claim my reward now.”

The corner of Crowley’s lips twitched. “Oh yeah? And what favor can I do for you?”

“Will you kiss me?”

Crowley’s breath escaped all at once. “That’s hardly a chore for me.”

“Good to know.”

Crowley pulled him forward by his collar, capturing his mouth in a rush of heat. Aziraphale moaned into it, digging his fingers into Crowley’s sides. He was so warm and soft, and Crowley wanted more of it. He brought his arms up to wind around his neck, trapping him against his body. Aziraphale kissed like a man starving, and Crowley was ready to be consumed. He opened his mouth for him, letting Aziraphale plunge his tongue in and discover his taste with broad strokes. It was intoxicating. Crowley couldn’t help but moan when Aziraphale bit down on his bottom lip. He pulled out of the kiss with a gasp.

“Fuck, angel, you’re incredible.”

“As are you, my dear.”

Aziraphale dove back in without a moment’s hesitation. He tasted of mint and something subtle, something uniquely Aziraphale. Crowley chased the taste. Aziraphale’s hands slid down to cup Crowley’s arse, and then grasped and lifted, earning a yelp from Crowley. He wrapped his legs around Aziraphale’s soft waist, turned on beyond belief by how easy he held him up.

“Angel?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to fuck me in the backseat of my car?”

Aziraphale pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh, god yes.”

Crowley grinned. “Excellent.”

He slid his feet to the ground and unlocked the door before climbing in and dragging Aziraphale in after him. It was a bit cramped, but they made it work. Crowley straddled Aziraphale’s lap and dove back in for a kiss. After a moment he moved his mouth to Aziraphale’s neck and sucked a kiss into the juncture beneath his jaw, earning him another salacious moan.

“I wanna mark you up, angel. Let everyone know what a little slut you are.”

Aziraphale whimpered and slid a hand up to Crowley’s hair, giving it a yank. “I was going to say the same for you.”

He leaned forward bit Crowley’s neck, just hard enough to leave a mark where everyone would be able to see. Crowley yelped and jerked his hips, his trapped cock aching with how turned on he was.

“Fucking hell, angel, I want you so bad.”

Aziraphale brought the hand that wasn’t gripping his hair down to the bulge in his trousers and rubbed, making Crowley whine.

“Oh, I can tell, my poor darling. You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”

Crowley nodded. “Yes. So much. Please, touch me.”

“Of course.”

Aziraphale undid Crowley’s trousers and slid and a hand in to pull him out. Crowley’s cock strained upward, red and flushed and already damp at the head with beads of moisture. Aziraphale wrapped strong fingers around him and gave him a stroke.

“Oh, look at you. You want this so badly, don’t you?”

Crowley rocked his hips, working himself in Aziraphale’s manicured hand. “Yes, yes please Aziraphale. I want you so fucking bad, it’s driving me nuts.”

“Shh,” Aziraphale hushed, continuing to stroke him. “Don’t worry my darling, I’ll take care of you.”

Crowley had assumed, given Aziraphale’s general demeanor, that he himself would have to be the one to take control when the time came. Obviously, that assumption had been wrong. Aziraphale was confident in the movement of his hand and the way he gently yet firmly guided Crowley. He knew what he was doing and was clearly in his element, and Crowley couldn’t be more grateful to whatever deity that had seen fit put this bastard angel in his path.

“Aziraphale,” he panted, “Please, I want to suck your cock.”

Aziraphale’s hand stilled. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

He scrambled awkwardly off his lap and managed to kneel between his legs. Aziraphale’s trousers were easier to get down than his own, and he was able to pull the angel’s thick cock out in no time.

“Holy shit, angel, I had no clue you were packing.”

Aziraphale squirmed. “Yes, well, it’s not something I advertise.”

“Pity. You’d probably have a line around the block if you did.”

Crowley wrapped his had around him, thankful for his long fingers. He stroked him a few times, rolling his thumb around the head to collect the gathered moisture.

“I’m clean, by the way,” Aziraphale said, making Crowley looked up. “I was tested after my last relationship, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Yeah, so am I. Was tested six weeks ago.”

“Ah, good.”

Crowley grinned. “Yep.”

He leaned forward and took the tip of Aziraphale’s cock into his mouth. The salty taste made him moan in pleasure, and as he began to work his way down the shaft, Aziraphale’s moans joined his. The angel tipped his head back but kept his eyes open and trained on Crowley. Suddenly, Crowley was desperate to show Aziraphale how good he could be for him. He stroked the base and bobbed his head faster, taking him deeper with every down thrust. Aziraphale was big enough that Crowley had to really stretch his jaw to accommodate him, and he was soon pressing into the back of his throat.

“Oh, Crowley, you are incredible. Absolutely breathtaking.”

If Aziraphale thought this was mind blowing, he hadn’t seen anything yet. Crowley relaxed his throat and let Aziraphale slip in. Aziraphale moaned and pressed his hand to the front of Crowley’s neck, feeling the bulge of his cock buried inside him. Then Crowley swallowed, and Aziraphale’s cry of pleasure was enough to make a spurt of precum slip from Crowley’s cock. He pulled his mouth off Aziraphale’s cock with a gasp of breath. He was sure he looked a mess, with saliva coating his chin, but at the moment he couldn’t be arsed to care.

“Come here,” Aziraphale said, dragging him back up into a fierce kiss.

Crowley rocked his hips, rubbing their erections together and breathing out a moan. “Please, angel, I need you inside me. Will you fuck me?”

“Yes, of course I will. Just help me get these infernally tight things off you.”

Crowley chuckled and climbed off his lap before haphazardly dragging his jeans off and tossing them to the floor. Now bare from the waist down, he reached into the center console and retrieved a small bottle of lube. Aziraphale raised his eyebrows.

“Well, aren’t you prepared.”

Crowley winked. “Always.”

He positioned himself on Aziraphale’s lap and began to put some lube on his fingers, but Aziraphale stopped him.

“Here, let me.”

Crowley nodded as Aziraphale took it and coated his own fingers, then brought them around to Crowley’s arse. He pressed one slick finger to his entrance and rubbed a circle before pressing in. Crowley dropped his head back with a groan and ground down on the intruding finger. Aziraphale worked his way in, and after a few minutes, added a second. The stretch was wonderful, but not enough.

“More, angel, I can take more.”

“Hush, patience.”

Aziraphale curled his fingers and hit that bundle of nerves, making Crowley cry out.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck! Right there!”

Aziraphale smirked and added a third finger, pumping and spreading him until he was sure Crowley was relaxed enough. When Aziraphale pulled out, Crowley almost sobbed.

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I swear to someone I’ll get out and leave.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “No, you won’t. This is your car, dear.”

Oh, right. “Fine, I won’t, but I’m going to be very cross.”

“Shh.” Aziraphale ran a hand up the side of Crowley’s neck. “Slow down. I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.”

He poured some more lube onto his hand and coated his cock.

“Wait, hold on,” Crowley said. “Let’s switch positions. I’m going to hit my head on the roof like this.”

They shimmied around until Crowley was lying across the back seat with Aziraphale over him. One of Crowley’s legs was in the air, resting on Aziraphale’s shoulders, while the other dangled off the side. Aziraphale positioned himself so that his cock was at Crowley’s entrance.

“Are you ready?”

“Hell yeah, never been more ready in my life. Now put your cock inside me.”

Aziraphale smiled. “Very well.”

The fat head pressed into him, the pressure building and making Crowley tilted his head back with the pleasure of the burn. And then he was in, and Crowley’s mouth fell open in a silent shout. He was so big, so hard. Crowley had never felt anything so incredible in his life. Aziraphale went slowly, taking care to not go too fast as he pushed all the way in. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Crowley felt him bottom out. And oh, he was so full. It made him dizzy. He was fairly sure that he could come untouched, just like this, if he left himself. But he wanted to feel Aziraphale move. Crowley began to rock his hips.

“It’s ok, angel, you can move.”

Aziraphale eyes were shut, and he looked to almost be in pain. “Yes, of course. You’re just so incredibly tight and hot, I need to pace myself or this is going to end rather quickly.”

Crowley breathed out a laugh. “It’s ok. I’m not going to last long either.”

Aziraphale began to thrust, slowly at first but picked up pace. Crowley braced his hand against the door behind him. Aziraphale opened his eyes and let his eyes wander Crowley’s body.

“You are so beautiful.”

Crowley’s heart swelled and he had to swallow the lump that rose to his throat at those gentle words.

“Not half so much as you, angel.”

Aziraphale shifted forward, changing the angle, and all of a sudden he was hitting the bundle of nerves inside Crowley with every thrust. Crowley shouted with pleasure.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck. Right there angel, don’t stop.”

Aziraphale picked up the pace, fucking into him hard enough to shake the entire car. Crowley could feel his orgasm building, the coil tightening in his groin as he raced closer to that edge.

“Talk to me angel. Tell me how good it is.”

“Oh, my dear,” he breathed. “You’re amazing. I’ve never felt such pleasure as what your body is giving me. I think you may have been made for this, to take my cock like such a good boy.”

Crowley came with a cry, come shooting in white ropes to covers his chest and sully his shirt. The sight of Crowley coming undone seemed to push Aziraphale over, as he came with a punched-out groan while still buried deep inside him. Crowley felt light and dizzy as Aziraphale pulled out and slumped back against the other door. For several seconds, the only sound to be heard was their labored breathing. By the time Crowley sat up, he had found his voice.

“Holy shit, Aziraphale. Why didn’t you tell me you were a god in the sack? Wouldn’t have bothered with bowling, would have let you take me right in the parking lot behind my work.”

Aziraphale chuckled and opened his eyes. “But the bowling was lovely.”

“We could have gone bowling after you shagged my brains out.”

“Really? Do you feel in any state to do that now?”

Crowley glanced down at himself and the absolute mess he was. “Hmm, no, suppose not. Still, that was incredible.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale said with a smile. “It was rather.”

For the first time that night, Crowley suddenly felt awkward. Where should they go from here? Should he take Aziraphale back to his car? Was this all Aziraphale wanted? When Crowley had first suggested meeting up with Aziraphale after work, this had been all he was after. But now, he couldn’t imagine just letting him go off into the world and never seeing him again. He sat up a bit straighter.

“So, um, this was great.”

Aziraphale blinked, and now he looked unsure as well. “Oh, yes, it was. Um, thank you for this. I was having a terrible day and you’ve made it so much better.”

“Well,” Crowley said was an awkward chuckle. “Glad to have been of service.”

Aziraphale tucked himself back into his trousers and Crowley, realizing he was still half naked, hurried to put his trousers back on. He fished a relatively clean shirt out from his bag behind his seat and switched them out, then ran a hand through his hair.

“So, um, should I take you back to your car?”

Aziraphale cast his eyes down and nodded. “Yes, that’s for the best I suppose.”

Crowley bit his lip, trying to muster up any remaining courage. “Do you think I could get your number?”

Aziraphale looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh. Really?”

“Yeah, really. I really like you, and I’d like to see you again some time, if you’re interested.”

“I am!” he said quickly, then blushed. “Er, yes, I would like that. I like you as well.”

Crowley’s grin widened. “Excellent. I knew you were lovin’ it.”

Aziraphale dropped his head back against the window with a groan. “Oh god, you’re a menace. Please, don’t ever quote fast-food slogans to me while we have sex.”

Crowley cackled. “Can’t promise anything. I like to live mas.”