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Their proximity inside Mike’s car was doing no favors for Will’s current - and insistent - dilemma.
His own fault, he knows, waking up horny and trying to make the most of it instead of quickly dealing with it himself. Now he faced a very long drive and a week in a shared holiday house with the rest of the party.
Hours into the trip now, they’d fallen into another comfortable silence. Mike was happy singing along to the radio as a little break after Will had changed over the last mixtape, and Will was now snacking on candy trying to distract himself by looking out of the window to a less interesting view in this stretch of their journey.
He watches shades of green and brown fly by, spots of color popping out of the scenery with every stray flower or property in the distance, before his mind inevitably drifts back to their morning.
The day had started earlier than what both boys considered to be legal in the summertime, and Will was thankful they’d decided to really push each other to do the majority of their packing the night before - because those extra five minutes of rest were always going to turn into a solid half an hour.
But that meant he’d found time to begin buttering Mike up for a quick round while his boyfriend zipped up the last bags.
He'd peppered kisses from behind along his neck and shoulders, nipping gently as a hello. He'd come around to meet Mike's content gaze before pulling him into a heated kiss by the front of his shirt.
They'd indulged in a few moments of groping and grinding, Mike just starting to palm at Will's dick when Dustin had burst their bubble with a phone call.
It turns out picking up the phone had been exactly what Dustin hadn’t wanted, with it meaning they weren’t yet on their way.
Will had rolled his eyes, his effort at being a good friend who picks up the phone even while his mouth had bigger priorities, was for nothing and now he was all pent up.
The boys sulked as they loaded up the car, secured their bikes and took off hurriedly, Mike insisting that they were finishing what Will started when they got to the holiday house, and it wasn’t their problem if everybody had to hear it.
Feeling a poke on his thigh now, Will wordlessly sticks his left hand out towards the driver’s side, tipping out the last pieces of candy in the bag into Mike’s hand before returning to his position at the window.
Will’s job was easy, and he loved the little routine they had. Sure, he could drive too, and he did eventually take the wheel on longer rides like these, but he knew Mike - natural leader that he is - ultimately enjoyed the responsibility.
The fact he’d saved enough money to get himself a decent used car and not get stuck sharing the family station-wagon as long as Nancy had also meant he felt a kick showing up to places, proudly dangling the silver keys.
Will on the other hand was in charge of the music and entertainment for their rides, checking maps and making sure they weren’t heading towards their demise, and occasionally feeding Mike his half of whatever drive thru they felt like in the moment.
There were times it also came with getting the door opened for him with a chivalrous, over-dramatic bow, and Will couldn’t pretend like he didn’t lap it up every damn time.
A ‘passenger princess’, was the term Max had called him when they’d arrived lakeside one day. He hadn’t thought much of it (his hands were just full and Mike was helping him, really) until Mike had all but dragged him into the backseat of his car once their friends had headed home.
Under the moonlight in the empty gravel car park, Mike had Will gripping the front two seats ahead of him as he bounced sloppily on Mike’s cock; salt and sunscreen swirling in the sweaty air as his boyfriend growled that Max was right and it was only fair he made it even for all the hard work he put in driving them everywhere.
“About time you paid up, princess.”
Will blinks sharply, elbow slipping from its perch by the window and snapping him back to reality, the summer breeze flying through Mike’s window still cool enough to soothe the sudden warmth in his cheeks over the memory.
His creative mind naturally wandered too much to ever detach from the insistent desire coiled up inside him, always ready to pounce.
He’d realized this back when he and Mike first got together, begging his body to calm down in the middle of class when he fantasized about whisking Mike away into the high school’s bigger and better AV room; unbuckling belts, ripping down zips, hot hands reaching in—
Okay.
Will rubs a hand over his face when his insides flutter aggressively yet again.
This was gonna be one of those days the wound up energy from the morning wouldn’t go away until it was dealt with, apparently, which was only slightly annoying given that it’s not like this was an overnight drive with a motel, and they only had a bit over an hour left to go before they spent the rest of the day with the party and no time alone.
Will loves his friends, he really does, but he’d love them a whole lot more after his dick got some kind of relief.
It was infinitely harder now in the car, when attempting to sketch or reading a few chapters of a book Mike brought along made Will feel sick if he looked down for too long.
It was bullshit. He was kinda bored. And now, unfortunately, horny enough his briefs felt tighter around him.
Will’s often poked fun that he and Mike have a telepathic link, but it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore, because Mike turns the volume up a couple of dials as the announcer introduces the next song, and brings his right hand back to rest on Will’s bare thigh again, even higher up than before.
His fingers lightly tap the beginning beats of the INXS song crackling through, comically unaware of the hard length a breath away from his touch.
Will stares down at his lap, watching his skin dip with the pressure of each tap. Mike’s fingers feel like fire pressing into Will’s smooth skin, tensing his legs the second Mike absentmindedly brushes his fingers just under the hem of his shorts.
The afternoon summer air suddenly feels suffocating, very much testing the considerate self-control Will had hastily built to be patient and wait until the party all went to their rooms for the night.
He didn’t want to disappoint their friends by being so behind schedule, and knew they shouldn’t stop for a quickie that would definitely turn into even more, but he needed a hand on his cock and his boyfriend all over him now.
Will chewed on his bottom lip as he actually considered.
Maybe there was a way to give himself some relief and both of them some entertainment. Being able to see ahead, he’d noticed there hadn’t been any cars in either direction for a while now.
He’d checked the map recently too, there was nothing for Mike to do but keep cruising straight for miles.
Nice and simple.
So, Will brings a hand down to cover Mike’s, gently fidgeting with the long, slender fingers that know his body so well.
He subtly shifts his gaze to his boyfriend, wanting to see his reaction as he moves their hands to loosely wrap around Will’s restless cock together.
Mike’s calm smile snapping into wide eyes and parted mouth does not disappoint him.
“Whoa.”
Will smirks. Mike whips his head in the direction of Will’s lap then immediately back to the road.
“Is that- are you…?” Mike stammers.
Will only squeezes their hands that little bit tighter around him. He feels Mike’s thumb start to stroke up and down ever so gently, stopping abruptly when he feels Will’s cock twitch under his touch.
“Maybe.” Will sighs, eyelids fluttering shut. He releases Mike’s hand and lazily turns his head towards him.
Mike’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip as he returns his second hand to the wheel.
“What… what got you turned on, was it the singing? Didn’t realize my Queen vocals were that good.” Mike jokes, his attempt to deflect his sudden arousal with nonchalance ruined by the airiness in his voice.
Will huffs a laugh, eyes still closed. A jolt of pleasure winds through him as he palms himself through the thin fabric of his shorts.
Yeah, he needs this.
“Actually, I was just thinking about this morning. How we were rudely interrupted. Started thinking that maybe I can’t wait ‘til we find time alone again.”
He unzips his fly with more force than necessary, wanting the sound to be obvious as Mike’s eyes stay focused on the task at hand. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale from Mike.
He swiftly undoes the buttons at the bottom of his shirt and pushes the material to his sides under the seat belt.
“I really want you, Mike.” he says, just loud enough to be heard over the radio.
“I—”
“But you’re so kindly driving, so,” Will shifts his hips up enough for him to be able to shimmy his shorts and underwear down comfortably around his thighs, cock springing up to his stomach. “this will have to do for now.”
Mike’s jaw drops open then snaps shut. He gulps slowly, listening to Will’s hiss when his fingers take his now aching cock into his own hand, as if he’s itching to know exactly where Will’s going with this.
Will gives himself a slow squeeze and lets the precome that’s collected at his tip, drip, a breathy gasp bursting from his lips as he rubs over the slit and spreads the release along his length.
He spits into his palm for some extra help and begins stroking himself at a steady pace, not wanting to go too fast too soon.
Hums of pleasure leave his lips with each jerk of his hand.
“I’m gonna pull over.”
It’s not a suggestion.
“No, no. W-we can’t be later than we already are.” Will grits out. “You’re gonna keep driving, get us there in one piece.”
Mike squawks a laugh like it’s the dumbest request he’s ever heard.
“That’s becoming severely less likely.” he says, incredulous expression flushed across his face, gesturing passionately over the steering wheel. “I can’t even watch you! What am I meant to do? This is so—”
Mike flings his right arm across the center console, blindly grabbing at Will’s left pec to try and zone in on the sensitive target through the button up while Will pumps himself.
“Open!” Mike whines out to the road, smacking the cotton impatiently and Will snaps out of it long enough to rapidly undo the last few buttons on his shirt.
He puffs his chest forward so that Mike can catch his nipple between two fingers and roll it. Will gasps softly, biting his lip.
Mike shifts so his large hand splays warm across Will’s chest, and the brunette’s breath stutters as Mike’s thumb continues to flick over him.
The pressure on his chest disappears after a few moments, and he has zero time to register Mike’s fingers suddenly pushing onto his bottom lip, immediately allowing him inside out of habit.
He sloppily swirls his tongue around the long, eager digits with short little moans before they pop out and return to his chest.
"You know I was just about to play with these before we got interrupted. Would've taken my time enjoying it." Mike says switching tactics, instead reaching over and ghosting the pad of his index finger over the skin of his other untouched nipple.
He teases the bud lightly before pinching hard. There’s a breathy noise from both of them and Will bucks up into his fist at the same time the car jerks suddenly towards the median lines, as if Mike had felt the pleasure himself.
“Two hands!” Will squeaks.
Mike groans in frustration, pulling his hand away and back to the wheel. “Just let me pull over.”
…
Oh. Will knows this game.
Acting like he’s being stopped from doing the thing he wants.
Acting like anybody could stop Mike Wheeler from doing what he wanted.
Where Mike could slow the car down to make it easier, could just not listen at all, pull over and have his way with him, he doesn’t.
Let me. Like it’s a thrill to try and hold on, pretend to complain. He’s always been one for dramatics.
“No, just enjoy it baby.” Will moans out. “H-how about I tell you what I was thinking about?” Will says, and he hums contentedly when Mike immediately nods. It’s expectant, if a little too eager.
With twisting strokes, Will reaches back to his desires earlier in the morning. How he’d gone from wanting to get Mike to take him right then and there, to playing with Mike in their room at the cabin, once their friends were drunk and distracted.
“I thought about how - Lucas - uh—” He’s cut short by a rough shove to the shoulder.
“Please do not moan Lucas’ name right now.” Mike complains half to the windshield, half in Will’s direction, looking like a puppy that just had its toy taken away.
“No, sorry.” Will laughs breathlessly, shaking his head. “Lucas said the beds were the old four-post type. So ‘course I imagined being s-strung up from each corner. Wide open, just how you like me.”
He watches Mike’s brows furrow upward that particular way they always do when he gets needy.
Will lazily reaches his unoccupied hand over to Mike’s knee and toys with the soft hair there as he continues stroking himself.
“But then this morning happened and I think I’d rather see you tied up for once. Yeah. See how many ways I could play on you - mmph - and you couldn't even touch me.” He trails his fingers in a circle along Mike’s skin, light and ticklish.
“Mostly I-I was thinking about where our friends might find me if they walked in on us. God I hope it’s while I’m riding your face. What do you think?” he sighs.
“Yes. Fuck.” Mike finally breathes, and Will smirks at his glazed over eyes, dark and distant, like the road ahead of him is fuzzy with the erotic image taking its place.
Feeling his arousal climbing higher with another roll of pleasure in his abdomen, Will slows knowing he needs more than spit to help him out.
With shaky hands, Will quickly reaches down in front of him to dig around his backpack, barely registering the items in his view until a familiar color sticks out to him.
He tosses the bag back to his feet, kicks off his suddenly restricting shorts and leans back up with a huff.
He pops the lid of the lube and pours a generous amount onto his fingers, the coolness he pumps along himself gliding deliciously.
He swipes his thumb to the underside of his cock imagining it were Mike’s thick tongue flicking it instead, Mike’s head straining to stay up as Will knelt over his tied up body to feed him his cock.
His eyes have fluttered shut again, and he’s so lost in the fantasy of stretching his boyfriend’s plump lips around him he almost believes he imagines the firm hand curling tightly around his own until a thumb rubs firmly over his slit.
His senses feel heightened tenfold, they must be, because a guttural moan rips out of his throat before he manages to bite down on his lips and muffle it.
He cringes inwardly at the volume of it out of habit, knowing it's gotten them caught on several occasions, but he relaxes when he remembers they’re alone.
It’s then that he remembers the last time they were.
It was hard to register it in the moment with Mike fucking up into him so sharply he was rendered speechless, but it had gotten loud.
Being in an enclosed space with no one around for miles? It was perfect. No chance for yet another close call.
Not their friends bursting into the room, not worrying when family suddenly came home early, and no freshman year dorm neighbors hitting their thin walls (God, getting an off-campus apartment in their second year was the best decision they ever made).
In the car had become one of the best types of ‘alone’ they could be so far, and Will would take a bit of discomfort in a much smaller space if it meant he got to express just how blissful he felt.
At the next twist of pleasure in his abdomen from Mike’s hand pumping his cock, Will releases all inhibition, allowing his head to roll forward and his jaw goes slack, letting out an obscene whine that feels both foreign to his ears and wonderfully natural rolling through his body all the same.
“Unnnh— Fuck.”
His arm goes slack and he slides it away to let Mike properly grasp his dick, moving his hands to grip the material on either side of his car seat.
The part of his brain trying to reason that’s not safe! getting wiped out by the part of his brain screaming fuck yeah! because keeping his eyes closed was doing wonders for his imagination.
Maybe… maybe properly being blindfolded is something he should discuss with Mike.
The strokes on his cock gain an impressively decent rhythm for the current situation and he dares a glance towards the steering wheel.
Will doesn’t think he’s ever seen Mike concentrate so intently, keeping a car steady with his left hand and speeding up his strokes with his right, nostrils flaring harshly.
Will shuts his eyes again for a moment, which he thinks is wise, at least if Mike crashes the car he won’t know it's coming and he can spend his last moments in a pure, unbothered wave of bliss.
“Ah. Oh my god, Mike. Yes.” he breathes out.
He moans and whines higher and less restrained with each firm stroke. He could laugh at the way it seemed like a performance, but Will could feel his high building the louder he got and he wanted to chase it.
Soon it’s like they’ve turned up the volume to the max on a porno tape, sounds reverberating and bouncing off the walls of the car.
His little show does seem to be having an effect if the way Mike’s hiding his hips twitching by shifting around his seat is anything to go by.
“Holy shit.” he hears Mike say quietly.
Mike reluctantly pulls away to return to the wheel as the car becomes more unsteady, and Will uses that moment to pour more lube onto his fingers.
“You know you can slow down or actually stop the car right?” Will manages to get out.
Mike holds the wheel tighter. “Yes.”
Will blinks. He huffs a laugh out his nose, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Just checking.”
In the next moment, Will slides his body down ever so slightly in his seat, angling a little towards Mike and tilting a leg up for better access to himself.
He knows even with Mike’s eyes looking ahead that his attention is all on hearing Will play with himself, sneaking glances where he can.
Will slows his movements on his cock with one hand to circle his hole with the other, swiping his slick fingers lightly up and down, loosely mimicking the feeling of his boyfriend’s tongue flicking and sucking at his entrance.
The image sends a buzzing rush through Will and he starts to pant with each brush over the sensitive skin, speeding up on his cock with tighter strokes.
But it’s suddenly not enough. He presses down, applying pressure between his taint and the puckered skin and teasing himself.
Will squirms, the push and pull he’s created with his own pleasure teetering more and more towards the tipping point.
Not initially part of the plan, swept up in his wound up greedy haze, Will breathes out and begins to slide a slick, thick finger inside his ass.
"Mike." he practically sobs out, and the owner of said name lets a whine slip from the lips he’s biting down on, slamming his head back into the headrest with a thump loud enough it sounds like it actually hurts.
“Oh go— that’s so hot Will.” Mike chokes out, strained voice cracking.
It’s a bit of an awkward angle to finger himself in, but the leg giving him leverage and lube feel like enough for the spontaneous decision.
Mike readjusts his grip on the wheel, he knows Will’s close, he’s slipping and needs Mike to pull him over the line.
Mike blindly stretches a finger out to stroke under his boyfriend’s jaw line, a full body shiver running through Will at the unexpected touch.
“You wanna tie me down and get yourself off riding my face?” he teases. “Nothing I can do except fuck you with my tongue?”
“Mike - yeah, oh - Mike,” Will chants, twisting and pumping his fist painfully fast, curling a wet finger further inside his tight hole with each breath of his boyfriend’s name.
He can feel the curl of pleasure reaching its peak, his hips begin to jolt up like they have a mind of their own, losing all rhythm and he jerks forward practically thrashing against the seat belt.
“Jesus, Will.” Mike breathes heavily, trying not to lose his composure or control of the vehicle.
He snakes a hand back down to Will’s crotch. “That what you want, huh? You really wanna come with my tongue deep in your pretty hole?”
Will gasps sharply at the next thrust of his own finger being forcefully guided in with the added pressure of one of Mike’s along with it.
He squeezes his eyes shut even tighter as he shoots over the edge, letting out a loud string of fuck’s and Mike’s and uh! that fills the vehicle.
His vision flashes white and his body seizes up, fighting between curling into the pleasure and stretching out in relief. He comes spilling into his fist and onto his abdomen, stray drops carelessly hit the low strap of his seat belt.
Will twitches through the aftershocks, babbling incoherently and weakly releasing his grip on his dick as Mike pulls his arm away.
Mike inhales deeply through his nose, and exhales just as harshly as if he’d been holding his own breath.
He straightens back up in his seat, tension slowly loosening like he’d just driven through a heavy storm and the clouds were now clearing.
“Will… I’m… wow. What the fuck.” Mike laughs, completely bewildered. Probably in a state of shock, considering their matching shaky breaths.
Through his come down, Will notices Mike shift in his seat again, rubbing a leg up and squeezing both together briefly.
Oh, he was so polite about it.
Pushing through a moment of hesitation, Will clicks off his seat belt and leans over the dash in one swift motion, resting on his left elbow and close to Mike’s ear.
“Hi.” He whispers dumbly.
“Hi…” Mike offers back, curiously.
“You’ve been doing so well so far.” Will whispers in a hoarse tone so much lower than the noises he’d just driven Mike insane with, and he softly kisses the side of Mike’s neck where the shivers run just beneath his lips.
Mike’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion as he processes the ‘so far’. Will noses at Mike’s hair to softly kiss below his ear.
“Will…” Mike sighs into it.
If Will’s honest, it was his useless post-orgasm brain talking. He’s never done what he’s about to do before.
Road head sounded hot and he’d questioned the safety around it before but here, now, in the moment, Will wanted nothing more than to see for himself.
Plus, he thinks he’s made Mike suffer enough. So he ducks his head, nudging Mike’s right arm to get under it.
“Wait what are you…?” Mike starts, lifting his elbow to make room for Will without hesitation anyway.
“Showing my appreciation for how well you’re driving.” Will says breathlessly. He pulls at the string of Mike’s shorts, smiling to himself over the easy access.
Mike rapidly glances back and forth between the brunette hair in his lap and the road ahead of him.
“Oh you’re serious. You’re actually gonna— hah!”
Mike gasps the second Will’s fingers reach in to delicately pull him out of his underwear; rock hard, flushed red and soaked through with precome.
Between the both of them, Mike always leaked more. Will adored how shy he got about it, and right now, staring at the big wet patch darkening the material, it was really fucking hot that he’d had such an effect on his boyfriend.
“You’re so wet already. Something tells me this won’t take long.” Will coos, brushing his fingers feather-light around the long shaft and watching a pink flush wash over his boyfriend’s features.
Mike blows out a sharp breath. “It really won’t.”
Will braces his left arm a little shakily on the center console, trying to find a comfortable angle in the cramped space. He tugs Mike’s shorts down further, the other boy shifting to help him out.
He slowly takes Mike’s cock into his mouth with a long, happy mmph, feeling Mike fight to not thrust up at the relief and pleasure.
He licks a long stripe up and down the saltier skin, spreading the precome with his tongue before taking him back into his hot mouth and setting the pace.
God he loved Mike’s cock. He loved how long it was. How far he’s trained himself to get it down his throat. How big it felt up his ass. Feeling the smooth skin against his tongue. The way Mike squirmed under Will when he got lost going down on him.
Will lets his jaw go more slack as he continues bobbing, drool sliding down Mike’s shaft and creating even more of a wet mess on his lap.
“Fuck. So good Will, wish I could see you. Feel so perfect around me.” Mike babbles.
Will feels long fingers thread through his hair and begin to curl around the strands. He hums low in his throat at the tension at his scalp and the car suddenly jerks to one side. Will pops his mouth off Mike’s dick with a smirk.
“Remember both hands on the wheel, baby.” Will croaks, and Mike makes one more slow fist in his hair with a quivering breath before letting go.
Will maintains his rhythm for a few more moments, bobbing up and down, occasional tight pressure the way he knows gets Mike revved up, working alongside his fist. Speeding up before slowing down again.
“Shit.” Mike hisses suddenly.
He waves a panicked hand to nothing in particular before slamming it onto Will’s head.
The force of it, with Will midway through bobbing back down, makes Mike’s cock slam into the back of Will’s throat and both boys groan at the sensation and the car stutters.
Will pulls off again coughing lightly, staring expectantly at Mike, his bangs sweaty against his forehead now.
“Shit! S-sorry there was… car.” he explains lamely, distantly, like Will was sucking all regular brain functions out of him.
It’s silent for a beat save for the wind rushing through the window and radio playing, but then Will catches movement out of the rear window and indeed sees a car driving away.
Mike mustn’t have seen them approaching and tried to hide him from view.
Will retreats back down, looking up innocently through long lashes.
“Y’know, I’m sure they wish they had what’s happening right now.” he says. Mike gapes at Will’s voice sounding strangled from having his cock hit the back of his throat.
Will grasps the base of Mike’s cock and strokes tightly upwards, Mike offering a stifled mmph and gripping the steering wheel tighter.
He wasn’t always as vocal as Will, but when he was he was gorgeous. Mike’s moans were so nice.
Higher tones that betrayed the tougher, icier reputation Mike presented to the rest of the world, and Will wanted to hear them bounce off the car’s interior as much as he’d heard his own.
“Hey,” he presses a kiss to Mike’s tip, and he feels him shiver beneath him. “I wanna hear you. Let go for me.” Another kiss to the tip. “Always so hot.” He doesn’t wait for a response before he slides his lips over Mike’s cock and gets back to work.
Mike’s arm flies to his forehead weakly, overwhelmed by the praise and stimulation.
He likes how heightened the energy gets when it comes to car sex, Will thinks. Especially for his senses.
Like the addicting juxtaposition of the soft skin of a cock completely stiff in his hands, inhaling the sweaty scent of his boyfriend’s body, and the Irene Cara song kicking in that should really be ruining the mood but he can’t bring himself to care when Mike’s keens swirl their way into his ears.
“Holy shit, ah.” Mike moans, working himself up to letting himself go. Will swirls his tongue back towards the head while sliding his hand back down.
He squeezes the base tightly as he begins to kitten lick all over Mike’s cock; under the tip, flat against the slit.
“Unnh, fuuuck.” Mike leans back hard into his seat, straightening his arms to release the tension building inside him. “Just like that, shit, so good Will. Keep going. Please.” he babbles.
His legs are beginning to shake and it’s a fucking miracle the car isn’t stuttering along with them.
Will decides he needs a better angle to get deeper - and that Mike deserves a better view - so he readjusts on his knees to face Mike’s lap front on, sticking his ass right up in his own seat as he does.
His back catches Mike’s right arm, nudging it off the wheel and drawing Mike’s attention to his position.
“Ohh, oh my god.” Mike traces his hand down Will’s spine down to the dip of his ass cheeks. He slides his fingers between them, mouth falling open even more at how wet his boyfriend still feels.
As if a magnet were drawing him in, Will rocks back into Mike’s touch, then forward as he bobs back down onto his cock.
Will can tell Mike’s chasing his release now, his hips jerking up of their own accord, unrestrained moans flying off the car doors and into Will’s ears.
He squeezes his lips to create the tight suction he knows Mike loves.
He feels the car speed up underneath him. The engine grows louder alongside his boyfriend’s sharp gasp. He smacks Mike’s thigh, silently telling him to lay off the gas.
“I’m gonna c-cum, Will.”
Mike’s right hand moves wildly like it can’t decide what to do with itself, he settles for smacking Will’s ass hard and roughly gripping as much of the plump skin as he can in one hand.
A short groan rumbles from Will’s throat, hollowing his cheeks once more and completely undoing Mike in the process.
Will feels warmth fill his mouth in thick bursts, humming in surprise as a dribble escapes his lips when he swallows.
Against his better judgment, he teases Mike’s oversensitive tip one last time with tight sucks that have Mike gasping and hips bucking up involuntarily through his come down - the car very much not staying straight the entire time, but Mike thankfully still having the sense to take his foot off the accelerator.
Will pulls off of Mike’s spent cock, lifting his head from his lap after a few breathless moments.
A thoroughly dazed Mike takes one quick look at his boyfriend: hair utterly disheveled, button up falling off his shoulder exposing his tan chest, eyes half-lidded with fatigue, cheeks flushed red complimenting puffy pink lips, drying cum dripping down his stomach.
The complete poster boy for debauchery.
But it’s the shine of his own release now, sticky on the corner of Will’s tired little smile that’s Mike’s last straw.
Mike finally slams his foot on the brake, bringing the car to a violently screeching halt, smack bang in the middle of the empty highway.
Will falls into the center console with the force of the abrupt stop, hands flying out to catch himself as Mike puts the car in park and all but rips out his seat belt.
“Mike! Wha—” he’s cut off by Mike grabbing his head in both large hands to hold him in place, and swiping his tongue flat against the corner of his mouth where his own cum had been glistening proudly.
Will makes a confused, curious squeak in response. His question is lost in his next breath as Mike presses them both into a bruising kiss, the pressure so consuming Will thinks they might just fuse together.
Mike eventually breaks the kiss, panting directly into Will’s gasping mouth.
“You are…” Mike lets his breath return to him. “such a fucking whore, you know that?”
He gives Will’s head a gentle shake as he speaks. Will simply shrugs and rolls his eyes lightly as if he may as well have said the sky was blue.
“No guy is as lucky as me.” He lets go of Will’s face and gestures as he continues. “Seriously, how am I not meant to tell this story to every person I meet? ‘Hi, my name’s Mike, my extremely hot boyfriend randomly got horny and got us both off so hard while I was driving I think it somehow rewired every fucking neuron in my brain. What’s your name?’”
Will stares at him in unblinking disbelief for a moment before bursting into a toothy giggle and leaning back into his seat, sighing contently.
He feels his own brain start to catch back up to him as the energy around them relaxes back to something clearer inside the vehicle.
“I- I don’t know where that came from.” Will says a little sheepishly.
He has a sudden pang of doubt about kind of forcing all this onto Mike with no warning, a little dangerously, but it’s swept away in the same moment his boyfriend reaches back over and places a hand around the nape of his neck, bringing him in for a deeper, gentler kiss.
It’s like Mike knows exactly how much love to get across to wash Will’s worries away, like any other time they’ve tried something new in bed and checked in on each other as the afterglow settles. He melts a little.
Mike breaks the kiss and releases a content sigh from his chest.
“Well it was really, really hot. Like, knowing it was up to me to keep us alive? I couldn’t see shit but the noises, the feeling? Oh my god.” he lies back in his seat and stares out onto the road with a lazy smile. “You can do that again whenever you want.”
Will feels his cheeks heat up suddenly, biting his lip to stop the grin about to split his face. He nods at that, reassured. Satisfied.
Will shifts back into his seat, focusing on cleaning his stomach as best he can while Mike tucks himself back into his shorts, listening to the final chorus of What A Feeling playing through the speakers.
“I’m never gonna be able to watch Flashdance again without thinking about your dick, by the way.” Will says with a smile, nodding towards the radio as he does up the buttons of his shirt and Mike puts the car back in drive. “Like some weird… Pavlovian conditioning or something. Might work in your favor.”
Mike shoots him a stupid, dopey grin back and turns the volume up high, letting out a loud WOO! like he’d just won the lottery as they take off down the highway again.
Will rolls down his window, letting the summer breeze cool him off and basking in the thrill that’s set the tone for the week ahead.