Break Time III: Carsmut A Burnt!Te Production 8/98 Disclaimers: When I rule the world, there will be mandatory gay porn every night after 11 p.m. Until then, all hail the true owners of these pretties. Spoilers: Not a single one. Summary: See title. Archiving: Not just now, thanks. Acknowledgments: For Pretty Pretty, 'cause she's shameless about asking for this stuff. And to Alicia, for her usual much appreciated brutality. All mistakes are my own, call me on them. Please. Author's Note: Starts off a bit oddly... give it a few. Break Time III: Carsmut by Te Daddy793@aol.com ****** Daddy793: *poke* SkaLab6066: yes princess buttercup? Daddy793: poor little buttercup... Daddy793: I bet John likes show tunes. SkaLab6066: I'll bet he does. I'd bet money he sings "Oklahoma!" in the shower. Daddy793: Oh, my. SkaLab6066: Daddy793: I'd kill to hear Byers sing Bali Hai SkaLab6066: Younger than Springtime, even SkaLab6066: Judy Garland closet fan.... Daddy793: Yes! Or: "If ever I would leave you... it wouldn't be in Springtime..." SkaLab6066: "I'm In Love With the Boy Next Door" Daddy793: "Tonight, tonight..." Daddy793: I do want some carsmut, though. SkaLab6066: Oh I cried hysterically.. and I knew *knew* Tony was gonna buy it... but I sobbed for like an hour and a half.. scared myself cause I couldn't stop... SkaLab6066: Carsmut? From who? Daddy793: {{{Dawn}}} I did, too... I love musicals. Well, I gave Langly this great, massive car and I want them to bone in it. SkaLab6066: I thought I was gonna fucking pass OUT when L slammed B up against that wall. I don't know.. I think I'm taking the gunmen Waaaaaaaaaay too seriously.... Daddy793: Yeah, you just try to watch Unusual Suspects again. Daddy793: Watch how they *lounge*... and The End, Langly checks Byers out at some point, I'm sure of it. SkaLab6066: Oh yes yes yes-- go give us some car loving.... every gleaming bonnet seems to spread my thighs upon it.. or some such Elastica nonsense.. Whatever happened to Elastica, anyway? Weren't they the next Big Thing? Subsumed by Spice Girls I suppose... SkaLab6066: Yer nuts. But I like that. Hot sticky geek sex.. who'd have thunk it. But geeks have sex too... "The world Must be peopled" Daddy793: The car has... burgundy leather interior... and it's cold, and it stalled... SkaLab6066: And......? SkaLab6066: Daddy793: "I can't believe you made us take *your* car." "Oh, would you stop whining? I called a tow. We'll be fine." "If we don't freeze to death first." John knew he was being ridiculous but... "Freeze to death? What is your *problem*, John?" The way that voice *grated* when the other man was exasperated, or pretended to be. Those hyper little gestures, as though talking with his mouth simply wasn't *enough*.... John hid a smile behind his hand. "There's a foot of snow on the ground--" "That's nothing!" "It's still snowing." Just as prim as he could manage, which was very prim indeed. "There are blankets in the back seat." There was a smile in the cruel-sounding voice now. Terribly addictive. "I *am* cold..." Simple to just let it hang. "Didn't you bring a thermos of coffee?" Langly was positively bland and it was maddening. "What?" //Who cares about *coffee*?// Langly practically chortled. "You are *such* a slut, John." The older man blushed, briefly considered pouting... but then there was a hand on his thigh. Considerations had the habit of crumbling to ash when that happened. "I like you that way." In his ear, or maybe against his cheek. No, no, definitely moving down his throat. "God- dammit, John, aren't you sick of these damned narc-suits, *yet*?" Brief, welcome moment of composure. "You have such a way of getting me out of them..." There was a time to sway in each other's vision; small, perhaps harmless, cobras hypnotizing each other. Another chance to fail to quantify just what it was about those dead-stick-glitter-flash eyes... and be grateful for the failure. The next thing he knew he was staring at the nubbly ceiling of the car, whumpfing a bit at the abrupt loss of vertical. Langly grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head, rubbing himself along John's body. He used to think it was like a switch, Good Normal John in his suit leading his approximation of life, Langly snaps his fingers, Bad John in heat. Plain and simple. Lately, though.... One skillful grind and hardness met its like with a mutual groan. Short, hysterical giggles sent a series of jolts to his rapidly swelling cock. He shuddered, but unfortunately it wasn't *just* the rapid escalation of lust. Langly tongued his ear before trying out an impression of solicitude. "Cold, baby?" "Just a little..." "We should move this party to the back seat." "I feel like I'm fifteen again, Langly." "You *never* got this much play when you were fifteen, princess." "Don't call me--" Wicked tongue in his mouth, stealing protest and breath and all at once the other man was... was... jesus god in heaven *humping* him toward the back seat. Nothing that ridiculous had any right to feel this good. If he started laughing again he knew he'd lose it in his pants... John pulled his knees up in an attempt to crab walk them to the back faster but that only nestled the other man further between his legs. John gave up, threw back his head and groaned. He wasn't that cold anymore. Pro forma struggle against the strong fingers keeping his wrists trapped, slow roll of mostly trapped hips. "What do you want, baby?" Always the little power games. Another thrust to rip out a groan; he could feel himself leaking with need. "Want me to get you off?" There was nothing to these surrenders, nothing at all. "Please, Langly... make me come..." But then the younger man was scooting a little awkwardly up his body. He missed the heat on his thighs terribly. "What?" "Not yet." Langly had pushed John far enough so that, hunched over a bit, he could brace his knees under the older man's raised shoulders on the wide back seat. Langly finally let his wrists go to free himself from his ratty jeans. John took the opportunity to use his arms to scoot them both back farther, letting his head hit the soft cushion of that burgundy leather seat-back, running his hands along his lover's hard, flexing thighs while Langly adjusted his position. The younger man ran the blunt tip of his cock over John's mouth and cheek, hissing at the feel of the mildly scratchy beard. John stayed still, let his eyes do all the pleading... until Langly brought the tip close enough for him to swipe with his tongue. "Christ, John..." The hand Langly was steadying himself with trembled minutely and John took advantage, darting up quite heedless of his neck and sucking in the head. The younger man gave up on the game and braced himself on the top of the seat, shuddering and cursing at the feel of his lover's mouth. John knew Langly wouldn't be able to last long; he never did when he tongued the slit like that, or hummed a little right there, or pulled him deep.... Langly thrust helplessly, awkwardly, and cried out, coming hard. Sweat-shivery minutes passed. John was quite sure he'd torn a hole in his pants, and "Ow." his neck hurt like hell. "S-sorry about that." Langly turned and fell off to the side, freeing John to get into a slightly more comfortable position. "Jesus, you just keep getting hotter." John tossed him his best "Oh yeah?" look, and unzipped himself as matter-of-factly as possible. The effect was ruined by his gasp at the feel of the -- really quite chilly -- air on his erection. "Need a hand with that?" "Either that or I'll beat you to death with it." Langly snorted and ran a thumb up the underside of John's cock, content to tease for a little while. He gathered some of the fluid and brought his hand up to John's mouth, slicking the swollen lip gently. John ran his tongue out and watched his lover's eyes narrow at the sight. While freezing to death was definitely a bit farfetched, the possibility of dehydrating each other was gaining plausibility by the second. Langly dove in to kiss him, using his thumb to drag a little at the corner of John's mouth. Wet, messy, wonderful kiss and that *other* hand had slid around his cock and was pumping him steadily. His groans seemed much louder without the seal of the kiss, echoing in the car... Then Langly was breaking the kiss and pushing him back against the seat. Not enough time to whimper at the loss before he was being taken deep. John ran his fingers through the soft hair and bucked as much as he could, sobbing and pleading with the clarity of need only those in extremis can muster. Nothing like this at all, obscene sounds from below stretching the unreality of the encounter beyond reason even while slamming home its simple carnality. He wanted to stay in this car, this moment, this heat of affection and lust forever, but that pull at the base of his spine begged to differ. Gentle, knowing graze of sharp, even teeth and he was there, crying Langly's name and losing himself gladly, white dwarfs compressing behind his eyelids and the weighty silence of snowfall bouncing him back and back and down. He woke to find himself swathed and cuddled, curled with Langly in a heap of sated flesh and blankets. There was steaming coffee on the back dash. He took a sip... plenty of sugar and non-dairy creamer from that last rest stop... and not one comment from the younger man on his rather unmanly drinking habits. He decided not to push that. The windows were hopelessly steamed. "Mmmm... any sign of the tow truck?" "Nope." He snuggled a bit closer. "Good." ****** End. ******