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The weather was staying around seventy eight degrees, the sun was shining, and the road was clear. No one was around for miles except the occasional jogger or trucker. On the radio was some good music, mostly stuff from the early 2000's and on, although Dylan was hardly paying attention to that.
His attention was not on the road (as it very well should have been), but instead, on the lithe form currently lounged in the passenger seat of his car. Eric had tilted the seat back and was looking out the window at the scenery flying by. Instead of his usual dark clothes, he was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt with his favorite black BDU pants and sunglasses. It was incredibly distracting.
Especially when Eric rolled down the window and his hair started flying in the breeze and his shirt hitched up to show just enough skin and Eric started to quietly sing along to the radio as he absent mindedly traced patterns on his leg with his left hand. Shaking his head, Dylan turns his gaze back to the road and tries to focus on the double yellow lines on his left.
"Do you want to switch?" Eric asks, suddenly, and Dylan almost jumps at the sound.
"Ah...no. No. I'm good, thanks," he manages to say with a lot more grace than he thought he would be able to.
Eric shrugs and stretches, back arching away from the seat and arms extended above his head. Dylan swallows and reaches over to turn up the AC. Suddenly it was getting really, really warm in the car, even though the window was down and he was wearing a light grey tshirt and blue jeans. They start driving through some mountains and the radio goes fuzzy. Frowning, Eric sits up and starts rummaging through a pile of cds they shoved in the center console. Dylan tries to look at which CD his boyfriend had picked but Eric covers it.
"It's a surprise," he says simply, and puts the CD in. In a few seconds, it starts to play, and a familiar beat comes on.
"Oh yeah
Alright
Somebody's Heine'
Is crowdin' my icebox
Somebody's cold one
Is givin' me chills
Guess I'll just close my eyes"
"Reb...did you just put in a Weezer’s cd?" Dylan asks, turning to look at Eric from the corner of his eye.
"Yes. Yes I did," comes the reply.
"So you secretly love their music, too?"
Eric laughs.
"Yeah. Tell anyone and I'll kill you."
He pulls off his sunglasses and throws them on the dash, then settles back down in his seat. They listen to the cd for a while, just letting the miles fly by, and they're around track thirteen when Dylan happens to catch some movement in his peripheral vision.
Eric has one arm behind his head like a pillow, but the other has started wandering down his side before resting on his hip. He thinks Eric was just fidgeting when Eric moves his hand again and this time, it slides down his hip and right over his crotch. It takes all of Dylan's self control not to turn and look completely as Eric starts to rub his hand obscenely up and down, letting an incredibly quiet groan escape his lips. Flicking his eyes back to the road, Dylan takes deep breaths and tries to think about his cats, or something, and suddenly when Eric sits up.
"V, pull over, i'm horny." Dylan's eyebrows raise impossibly high.
"What?"
Eric leans over so one arm is slung across the back of Dylan's seat. Planting a kiss behind the other man's ear, he slides his other hand down and imitates his earlier actions, feeling his boyfriend already hard underneath his hand.
"You are too," he purrs, lightly nipping on Dylan's ear, and Dylan attached to it groans.
"Maybe if you weren't putting on such a show over there," Dylan complains, and Eric laughs low against the skin he was in the process of nibbling on.
"You're a whore," the taller man finally groans, and Eric pulls back.
"Only for you, babe. Now pull over."
So, Dylan does and they manage to unbuckle themselves and tumble into the backseat. Somehow, Eric's already pulling his jeans down and over his shoes. With a combination of shock and arousal, Dylan notes that his companion was going commando the whole time. Growing impatient, Eric starts to undo the fastenings on Dylan’s pants, then demands,
"Up."
Dylan lifts his hips enough for Eric to tug them down, along with his boxer briefs, to his knees.
With Dylan seated, Eric puts his knees on either side of the other man's thighs and kneels, his ass tantalizing close to the other man's cock, which has since become much more interested in the whole situation. Eric grabs Dylan's hand and starts sucking on two of his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and running his tongue along them. Reaching up with his other hand Dylan digs his hand into Eric's hip, letting a breathy "Jesus, Reb" break the silence.
With a pop, Eric removes Dylan's fingers and brings his mouth to Dylan's lips, kissing him hard. When Dylan reaches his fingers up and inside of Eric, he's not surprised when his boyfriend bites down hard on his lip. Dylan moves his fingers in and out quickly, scissoring and twisting and making the man on top of him writhe and try to push his hips back. Feeling satisfied, Dylan slides his fingers out, rubs his thumb over the head of his own cock once or twice, and then shifts so he's lined up.
Without warning, Eric moves his knees farther apart and shifts down, letting gravity take over until their hips meet with a dull "smack".
Without even waiting to adjust, Eric puts his palms flat against the roof of the car and uses it as leverage to bounce up and down on Dylan's cock. Since no one is around and most likely won't be, Eric has no problem making as much noise as he pleases, letting every moan and curse out. Dylan slides his hands around and cups that incredibly glorious ass, helping Eric move.
Leaning up to kiss at Eric's collarbone, Dylan notices a single drop of sweat making its way down to his boyfriend forehead, making his hair stick. It was getting rather hot in the car, actually, although the fact he was currently being ridden like a racehorse probably had something to do with it.
Trying to get the words out, Eric manages to say between bounces, "I love you, V”
Dylan reaches a hand up to cup Eric’s face and closes his eyes. Bucking his hips, he digs his nails in to the flesh beneath his hands. "I love you too, Eric" he hisses, feeling pressure start to build in his abdomen.
Suddenly, Eric takes Dylan's cock in hand. He starts pumping it hard and fast, and the next thing they know, Eric's slamming his hips down against Dylan's and Dylan is pushing them up to meet him halfway. The car smells like sex and the only sound is their breathing and the slap of their skin, Dylan's skin is starting to crawl from the sweat dripping down on it and he just can't take it anymore.
"Reb," he groans, "You feel so good.."
Eric bounces down once or twice more before coming in short spurts all over Dylan's hand. His body spasms with ecstasy and Dylan shoves his boyfriend’s hips down tightly against his own as he comes, too.
Dylan slumps against the seat and Eric leans back, one arm on the back of each of the front seats. After a moment, they start to regain their breaths back.
"I don't think we're making such good time anymore," Eric says, out of the blue, and Dylan laughs.
"Maybe we'll have to stop at a hotel for the night," Dylan smiles, looking up at Eric who leans forward and plants a lingering kiss on him.
Eric just nods his head grabbing some dirty t-shirt from underneath the passenger seat and using it to clean them both off. Working his pants back up, Dylan hold up Eric’s pants to help him back into them.
“Dylan, I've always wanted to do this with you in the car, honestly,”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
They both laugh and crawl back into the front seats. Stopping somewhere is starting to sound nicer and nicer, Dylan decides, starting the car back up. From the radio, they hear,
“I'm a lot like you,
so please
Hello I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me”
Tilting his head back into the wind, Eric laughs as he turns his head to look at Dylan in the driver's seat next to him who was grinning. There was only the wide open road in front of them and no one to judge them.