“Mm, thank you, sir.”
“Come on. I wanna watch you come.”
Roger reached underneath himself, starting to stroke himself to completion until Mickey snapped, “Not on the fucking seat! Roll the fuck over! I just fuckin’ cleaned!”
Roger huffed as Mickey pulled out and moved off of him, swinging his body around so he was on his back.
Mickey grabbed one of the dirty towels from the front seat and slid it under Roger’s ass.
“You’re so thoughtful.” Roger pulled Mickey down for a damp kiss, sighing appreciatively when Mickey grabbed his cock.
“There you go,” Mickey mumbled, jerking him faster and faster, making him twitch and whimper. “Come on. Get it, baby, come on.”
Roger kissed Mickey hard, his hips stuttering as he came all over himself. It was fast, messy, and his stomach was covered in cum. His head smacked against the seat, and he grinned happily as Mickey worked him through it. “Fuck, yeah…”
When Mickey was sure Roger was finally spent, he offered him his hand to lick up the mess. He watched Roger’s tongue, feeling a rush of heat despite having just come. “Mm, good boy.”
“Uh huh. Fuck, we’re good at that.”
“Yeah.”
“So,” Roger sat up and adjusted himself.
“So?” Mickey echoed as he shifted over in the seat to give Roger room. He was too tired to pull his pants up just yet.
“We doin’ this again?” Roger asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. “Because while this is an awesome way to apologize, I don’t like the screaming and shit that comes before it.”
“Depends on you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, whether you can keep your dick in line,” Mickey replied bitterly.
“How about you fuckin’ apologize for being such a major cock stain and maybe I’ll think about it?”
Mickey gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry, okay? Happy?”
“Very,” Roger said smugly.
“Great.”
“Are you?”
“What?”
“Are you happy?”
“That’s a stupid fuckin’ question.” Mickey made a face. He didn’t know how to answer it, and he ended up staring out the windshield.
“Well, I’m here. You know, for whatever.” Roger reached for his hand. “And I don’t want anyone else but you. I mean it.”
Mickey hesitated, but he gave Roger’s hand a small squeeze. He met Roger’s gaze, searching his face for some degree of certainty. “Don’t make me fucking regret it.”
“Can’t make a promise I might not be able to keep.” Roger fidgeted. “But I’m gonna try… as long as you try to not be such a raging dick fungus.”
“Fair.”
The car smelled like hot leather and sex, and for the first time in days, the empty pit inside of Mickey had been filled. He didn’t know how long it would last, but he was going to enjoy it while he could.
