“Jules.”
“Ah… mmm, guess everyone knows now.” Roger chuckled breathily. “He’s gonna tell ‘em.”
“Pretty sure they knew before we did,” Mickey murmured, pressing himself flush against Roger’s back. He kept stroking the little ring as he held him close, breathing in the mingling scent of their cologne and sweat. “I don’t care… let him tell everybody.”
“Fuck.” Roger reached back to cradle the back of Mickey’s head, and he pressed his nails in. “I don’t give a fuck either. They can all line up and watch if they want to.”
“Mm.” The blunt edge of Roger’s nails felt good, a quick flash of pain that sent lightning down Mickey’s spine and made his hips rock faster. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Master!” Roger gasped. “God, yes! Yes, please!”
It was too easy to imagine: plowing Roger in front of a captive audience, letting everyone see what a perfect little slut he was. It wasn’t like they hadn’t messed around in public before, and it was always hot. The first time was when Mickey had spanked Roger’s dick and made him come at Slick Rick’s before it was burned down…
Fuck, what a thrill that had been.
Fueled by the erotic memory and unable to stop himself now, Mickey fucked Roger down into the seat. The urge to come and find relief from all this blazing heat was too much, and he wanted to fill up Roger so badly. He wanted to claim him, to take back what was his, and go to that party knowing Roger would be walking around with Mickey’s load inside of him—
“Fuck!” Mickey roared as he came, throwing his head back as his hips stuttered. He tried to keep going, to force his cum as deeply as he could, and his thighs began to shake.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” Roger grinded his hips back, leaning up to put more weight behind his efforts. “God, yes. Give it to me, fuckin’ give it to me!”
Mickey bit down on Roger’s neck, overcome with a surge of divine pleasure. Roger was clenching around his cock as if he could pull him in deeper, and it made every pulse so much more intense. He was dizzy, and he swore the car was still moving for a moment.
“Can I come?” Roger pleaded. “Please, fuckin’ please let me come on your dick. I’m so close, I’m so goddamn close—!”
“Come on.” Mickey pulled Roger’s hips back and slid his hand beneath him to grab his cock. “You want it, baby? You wanna come for me? Come on. Bust that nut on your master’s dick.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck,yes—!” Roger shouted when his cock spilled all over Mickey’s hand. He thrusted into his palm, pushing back on Mickey’s dick still inside of him as his orgasm made him tremble. “Ahhh, fuck!”
“Good boy,” Mickey praised, hissing at the wave of quivers squeezing down on his spent dick. “Fuck, mm, such a good boy for me…”
“Fuck. That was good.” Roger laughed and wiggled enticingly. “Wanna go again?”
“Move your ass before your cum dries on the seat,” Mickey scolded. He grunted as he pulled out, shifting over so Roger could sit up.
Roger took off his tie to wipe the seat, and he shoved it in his jacket pocket when he was done. He found his pants and pulled them back on, groaning as he leaned back with a very satisfied smile. “Mmm, wow.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh, how could I?” Roger laughed and took Mickey’s hand, eagerly licking up his own cum. “Mmm, there. Spotless.” He kissed Mickey’s wrist, working up his arm until their lips softly met. “Oh, Mickey.”
Mickey didn’t even care his dick was still hanging out. He wasn’t ready to stop kissing Roger yet. He hadn’t felt this at peace in years, and his heart was totally full. His body was heavy and sluggish, tired from such thrilling exertion.
Damn, was that good.
“So,” Roger said, finally breaking the kiss and sitting back. His shirt was still undone, and his hair was a ruffled mess. Freshly fucked looked good on him.
“So?” Mickey echoed, trying not to get worked up again.
“What now?”
“I guess…” Mickey paused to tuck himself away and fix his pants. “I guess we’re doin’ this again.” He took Roger’s hand. “Because I can’t… I’m not giving up on you. On this. Onus.”
“You mean it?” Roger bit his lip. “Really?”
“Yeah, if you can forgive me for bein’ a prick.”
“Can you forgive me?” Roger asked quietly.
