“How could I not be?” Arlo said. Dimitri knew he was blushing even if he couldn’t see it.
Dimitri caught his mouth in a kiss that was far more demanding. “Wanna get off?”
Arlo pulled back, eyes wide. “We’re on the side of the road.”
“A road that hasn’t seen another car for the twenty minutes we’ve been sitting here,” Dimitri said, drawing him back in for another kiss. “Nobody is gonna see you but me,” he said between kisses. “Java is sound asleep. You can say no, you know that, but if you want me to make you come, I will.”
“Make me?” Arlo echoed, pulling back.
For a moment, Dimitri thought he’d fucked up, but then he saw the raw hunger in his gaze. Dimitri tipped forward, kissing his jaw, nuzzling just below his ear. “You want me to make this decision for you too?” he asked, keeping his tone light. “Want me to tell you that you have to come for me?”
“Kinda, yeah. Is that…weird?”
“Does it feel weird for you? You know I would never make you do something you don’t want, but if you havedecision fatigue, I’ll make that decision for you.”
Arlo wrapped his arms around Dimitri’s neck. He adjusted their position, placing both feet on the ground and righting himself in the backseat, letting Arlo sit in his lap. He let the sleeping bag fall to the floor board. Arlo’s eyes sparkled, his golden hair falling over his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dimitri said, almost to himself.
“What should I do?” Arlo asked, his finger finding its way into his mouth.
Dimitri, tugged Arlo’s finger free, replacing it with two of his own. Arlo’s eyes rolled back, his eyes closing as he let Dimitri rub two fingers across his tongue. After a minute, he closed his lips around his digits, sucking them.
When Dimitri pulled them free, he said, “Why don’t you just rub off on me?”
For a moment, Arlo looked unsure. The storm raged on outside, but inside the car it felt like the volume had been turned down on everything else. Dimitri tightened his arms around him, rocking them slightly as another gust shook the vehicle.
“J-Just like use your leg?” Arlo asked, uncertain.
“You’ve done it before,” Dimitri reminded him, leaning in to kiss along the column of his neck.
“In our bedroom. In the dark,” Arlo said. “And usually you’re getting off too. You want to just…watch me?”
Dimitri let his tongue trace the same path along his skin, in reverse this time. “More than you can even imagine.”
ARLO
Arlo gave a little whine, adjusting so he was seated fully against Dimitri’s thigh, the contact making him gasp. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, face flaming as he met Dimitri’s heated gaze. He always made Arlo feel like the sexiest person in the world, even if he was just average in every way.
Arlo didn’t know why this felt so different. Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was the way Dimitri watched him with that raw, unfiltered intensity. He rolled his hips awkwardly, another shuddery breath escaping as fire licked along his insides.
“Want some help?” Dimitri asked, voice a low rasp.
“Please,” Arlo managed.
“Sure, baby,” Dimitri said, his hands falling to Arlo’s waist, guiding him.
He dragged Arlo down, flexing his thigh. His face grew heated at the strangled sound that escaped him, but Dimitri’s grunt of approval had him shaking. The next grind of his hips had his vision whiting out. “Why does this feel so good?” he asked nobody, breathless.
His hands fell to Dimitri’s shoulders, gripping for dear life. Their breathing was loud in the otherwise silent bubble of the car. Dimitri’s hands slipped into his pants, gripping him tight, forcing him into a rhythm that stole the thoughts from his head. His cock ached against his zipper, his hipsstuttering whenever the sensation was too good to bear.
“Can you come like this,” Dimitri rumbled into his ear, lips closing around his lobe.
Arlo was panting now, he dropped his head to Dimitri’s shoulder, nodding against it. “Yeah,” he gasped. “I—Oh, God—I think so, yeah.”
“Then do it,” Dimitri said. “Show me.”
Arlo buried his face against Dimitri’s neck, wrapping his arms around him, letting him guide him, guide his hips, the steady, near euphoric heat shocking through him with every roll of his hips. He wasn’t sure when Dimitri stopped guiding him and he started chasing his own orgasm, but soon he was all but sobbing against him, that familiar sensation building in his core. It only took two more deep, steady grinds before he was crying out, his release pulsing from him as he rode out his pleasure.
