Ody didn’t answer. His hands slid down to the buckle of his own belt. For the first time since this started, Ody’s eyes left Mano’s face, dropping to what he was doing as he slowly unbuckled it. The quiet metallic click seemed absurdly loud inside the car. Mano couldn’t stop watching.
Then Ody pushed his pants down along with his boxers.
Mano turned his head away quickly, cheeks burning.
Ody caught the back of Mano’s neck and guided him down against the seat until he was nearly lying beneath him. Then Ody moved over him, one hand braced beside Mano’s head. “If you can’t make me come,” he murmured, “I’ll do it for both of us.”
“What…” Mano barely managed the word before Ody spat into his palm.
He wrapped his hand around both of them and began moving slowly.
Mano’s breath hitched. “Ah…” His head fell back against the seat. His face burned with embarrassment, and yet the sight between them was unbearably hot.
“Look at us,” Ody said, almost breathless.
Mano kept his head tilted back, too embarrassed to obey.
“Look at our cocks rubbing each other.”
Slowly, Mano opened his eyes and glanced down at what Ody was doing.
“They look good together, don’t they?” Ody breathed, a smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze slid from their hard lengths to Mano’s flushed face.
They were both breathing hard now, their faces inches apart. Ody kept stroking them together, his rhythm slow and steady. “Ah... Mano…” he rasped.
“Fuck…” Mano groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built.
Ody looked down at their cocks before letting a slow glob of spit fall between them. His thumb brushed over their tips, spreading the leaking pre-cum over both of them.
His mind was spinning with images of the boy beneath him, black hair messy, lips parted, moaning under his touch.
Mano was lost in the same storm of sensation. All he could think about was Ody. The heat of his body so close, the rough rhythm of his hand, the sound of his breathing right next to his ear. “Oh God... I’m gonna come…” he whimpered.
Ody leaned forward enough to reach the glove compartment, pulling it open with one hand. He grabbed a handful of tissues. “Look at me,” he ordered.
Mano kept his eyes shut.
“I said, look at me.” He grabbed his face and forced their gazes to meet as they panted harder. Ody leaned closer, his lips brushing Mano’s ear. “Come for me.”
“Ah, fuck!” Mano cried out as Ody caught him with the tissues just in time.
A deep groan tore from Ody as his own release followed seconds later, his eyes squeezing shut. He dropped his forehead briefly against Mano’s shoulder before easing back beside him. Both of them sat there breathing heavily, heads tipped back as they tried to recover.
“You have no idea how hard it was to hold back all day,” Ody panted. “Especially after what we did in the room.” He turned to him with a smug smile. “And I made you come twice.”
Mano turned his head slowly to look at him, still breathless. He didn’t say a word. He grabbed the remaining tissues, wiping himself off before pulling his boxers back up and buttoning his pants.
“I want to do more with you,” Ody said. “Will you let me?”
“What do you mean?”
Ody watched him for a moment. “I mean beyond this. Not just while we’re here… Somewhere we can actually be alone.”
Mano raised an eyebrow. “Athens?”
“You said you’d come with me to Patra for a few days,” Ody reminded him. “And you asked me to come to Volos with you.”
Mano remembered the conversation they’d had at his favorite overlook in the city. “So? What does that have to do with anything?”
