As soon as I see the big neon sign, Porter’s face breaks out into a huge grin. “No way, are we going to the drive-in?”
“Sure are, Kitten.”
“I’m so excited, Will. Oh my god. I’ve never been before.”
“Well, I’m happy to be your first.” I would’ve taken him sooner, but the summer went by faster than I expected between his work schedule, the lacrosse camp I helped coach, our trip to Maryland, and the sheer amount of time we spent making each other come. Which is why I made it a priority tonight. Plus, it gives us an excuse to get out of the house now that all our roommates are back.
I pay for us at the window, and we pull in at a spot near the back, far enough away that it feels private even though I know that’s likely not going to be the case. There are probably plenty of other horny couples here who are using this as a date night though.
I kill the engine, hop out with our food, and Porter follows me around to the trunk as I open it. Inside, the back is set up with pillows and blankets that cover the folded-down seats he luckily didn’t notice from the front. I arrange them a bit better now that we’re parked and grab the candy and snacks I’d stashed back here.
“Wow, someone was prepared.” Porter comments as I climb in.
“I’m nailing the whole boyfriend thing, huh?” I tease. “Now come back here and let’s eat while we wait for the movie to start.”
He’s grinning as he climbs into the back with me. We arrange ourselves side by side before spreading an extra blanket out over our laps. Porter’s leg is tucked between mine, and we start eating our dinner. It’s not a glamorous meal, but it’s fancier than Taco Bell, and I figured comfort food was perfect for tonight.
It’s still nice enough outside that I leave the trunk open for now as the opening previews play on the screen contrasted by the darkening sky.
“This is perfect.” He sighs contentedly as he eats a fry.
“You’re perfect,” I offer, and he smirks at me.
“I know.”
I can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of my throat. “Brat.”
He shrugs and goes right back to eating. The minute we finish our food, I toss the trash in the bag and shut the trunk. Luckily the screen is perfectly visible through the back window even though the movie playing is the least of my concerns.
As soon as it’s dark enough, I pull Porter into me. What starts as a slow kiss, quickly turns into hunger as I tease his lips, and he opens for me eagerly. He licks into my mouth with passion and desire as he climbs into my lap the best he can. I kiss him back harder. My hands are everywhere now, tangling in his hair, sliding down his back to pull him closer in the tight space. He’s already hard, and heat coils in my gut.
“Will,” he breathes against my mouth.
“I got you, P.” I reach for him, rubbing my hand over his erection as I bring my mouth back to his. Stroking him through the fabric, I pull the band down as much as possible with how wide his legs are straddling my lap. I refuse to let him move though, refuse to stop kissing him.
My hand strokes his erection, and he groans into my mouth. I’m obsessed as his head tilts further to the side, and he relaxes into me. The angle is awkward, but we manage.
“Take yours off,” he pants, so I listen.
I shift us slightly so he’s off my lap, and we both undress from the waist down. I reach for him.
“Fuck, Porter,” I bite out, my hands going to his hips and helping him back on top of me. He shifts, straddling my lap once again, and the new angle is perfect for me to stroke us in tandem. Fuck, it feels good as our dicks slide together as he rocks his hips, and the friction is incredible. I grip his ass, pulling him down harder, needing more.
“Hang on, let me grab the lube,” I say, pausing his hips for just a second while I reach into the candy bag I packed and pull out the small bottle.
“My boyfriend is so classy,” he jokes.
“Always gotta be prepared,” I tease, squeezing some of the lube onto our rock-hard cocks. As soon as I toss the bottle beside us, we’re lined back up, and I take us both in my hand, loving the way his hot, velvety shaft feels against my own.
We both thrust into my palm, fucking ourselves as the car windows are starting to fog up, blurring the movie into abstract shapes of light and color. It feels like we’re the only two people in the world, suspended in this moment, this feeling, and I really fucking hope no one else is paying attention to what’s going on in our car.
Don’t even care if they are, though. All I care about is him.
I can feel Porter getting close, his movements becomingmore erratic, his breath hitching in my ear. “Will,” he gasps, biting my chin as his hot breath fans all over my jaw and neck. “I’m gonna…”
“Me too,” I grunt, stroking us faster and tighter. “Come on. Come with me.”
A few more strokes is all it takes. He cries out, burying his face in my neck as he spills over my hand. I come not even a full second later, following him into orgasmic bliss.
