After they made sure Jesse and Rocco were settled in, Gretchen immediately set up an appointment for him to get groomed. Taylor and Fletcher drove back to his place. Taylor left his truck at the Pancek’s so Jesse could use it to get around, so they were in Fletcher’s rental car.
“I can’t believe you are still driving this thing,” Taylor told him in disbelief. He reached over to the hand Fletcher had on the steering wheel and grabbed it to hold with his own. He pulled Fletcher’s hand up to kiss his knuckles before setting their intertwined hands back on his lap.
“We’ve literally had no time for me to go car shopping. And if we do have a sliver of free time it’s spent in my apartment. You’re literally holding me hostage in my own home, babe.”
“I know. I’m so evil,” Taylor rolled his eyes. “You still have a car in Florida, right?” he asked.
Fletcher nodded. “A Range Rover. It’s at my parents’ house. I think my sister is trying to steal it from me.”
“Why are you so interested in mom cars?” Taylor chuckled.
“Maybe I’ll get aflashy-bling-blingcar like Douglas,” Fletcher joked.
“I’ve been thinking of getting a new car. Or truck, I guess,” Taylor admitted.
Fletcher glanced over to him and gave him a confused look. “But you love your truck,” Fletcher said softly.
“I’ve been thinking about giving it to Jesse. He still doesn’t have a car and I’d hate for him to be in D.C. without one.”
Fletcher smiled. “You’re so sweet. I’d never just give my sister a car,” Fletcher told him. That was probably a huge difference between him and Taylor. Especially considering their vastly different upbringings. Taylor was a lot less selfless than he was.
Taylor brushed his thumb across the top of Fletcher’s hand. “Not as sweet as you, Fletch.”
“Oh, God, don’t give me a boner while I’m driving,” Fletcher jokingly whined. He truthfully felt like he was on the brink of sporting one. Anytime Taylor called him sweet was like an instant Viagra.
“All I have to do is call you sweet and you grow a hard one?” Taylor asked in disbelief.
“It’s embarrassing,” Fletcher said, shaking his head. Taylor let go of Fletcher’s hand to place his hand over Fletcher’s growing bulge. Fletcher involuntarily thrusted his hips up to increase the pressure. “Fuck, baby. I’m kind of driving right now.”
Taylor lazily swiped a finger along the outline of his erection that begged to be let out of his sweat pants. They still had ten more minutes until they got to Fletcher’s apartment. His breath hitched as Taylor rubbed his finger over the crown of his cock through the material of his pants.
“You think you could leak all the way through these?” Taylor asked him seductively.
Each stroke was like fire as Taylor rubbed excruciating circles over the head.
“I think so,” Fletcher told him. His breath was shaky. “Hey, I need to focus on the road,” Fletcher warned. He gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands as Taylor continued torub him. His legs twitched as Fletcher forced himself to focus on his driving. But it was nearly impossible with Taylor teasing his tip.
“Does it feel good?” Taylor asked huskily. He could probably feel Fletcher’s cock twitch beneath his pants. Fletcher just nodded, unable to say anything else.
“Do you think you can last the rest of the way there if I kept teasing your pretty little cock?” Taylor asked in his kinky bedroom voice. Fletcher really wanted to throw all cautions to the wind and tell Taylor that it was game on, but he needed to get them home safely.
“It’s not little,” Fletcher argued through strained breaths.
“But it is pretty,” Taylor cooed. “Such a pretty boy, Fletcher.”
“Holy fuck, Tay,” Fletcher panted. He was most definitely fully hard now. “You can’t use your kinky bedroom voice while I’m driving.”
“Yes I can,” Taylor argued. “Your face is so red, Fletch. Do you like it when I talk to you like this?”
“You know I do,” Fletcher answered. Five minutes away. He could do this.
“Have you been a good boy today?” Taylor asked.
“I don’t think that’s up to me to—Fuck!” He cried out. “It’s not up to me to decide that.”
“Who decides it, Fletcher?”
Fletcher bit down on his bottom lip to conceal a moan.
