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It’s almost one o’clock. Maybe the text isn’t coming.
Jeno’s toe tapped against the footboard of his bed and his mattress shook, somehow reflecting his own nerves. The single, thin sheet thrown over him grew more and more suffocating as time passed. He carded his fingers through his hair, quickly checking himself in his dresser mirror across the room from where he was lying. He wasn’t sure why he had bothered getting in bed, maybe to give himself - or the man he was soon hoping to meet up with - the illusion that he hadn’t been looking forward to this all weekend. Under the sheet, he was fully dressed in a tight black t-shirt and the tightest black jeans he could squeeze himself into. His hair was still styled, though it was slowly falling back into its natural state. Jeno decided he doesn’t mind. It looked pretty hot on him, anyway.
The clock on his bedside table flickered once more, and then it was 1am. Donghyuck got off work at 12 most nights, and it usually only took him half an hour to send Jeno a text. Tonight it took him exactly one hour and three minutes.
hyuck (1:03am)
wyd?
Jeno wasn’t proud of how hot those three stupid letters got him every time he saw them. But this time - just like every other - Jeno felt a rush of heat flow through him. He flipped onto his stomach and tapped on the message faster than even his fancy new phone could process.
jeno (1:03am)
nm, what’s up?
It was a stupid game they played, where Jeno fooled his body into thinking he would be having an early night, where he would answer Donghyuck’s text acting like he didn’t know what was coming next. What always came next.
hyuck (1:03am)
come pick me up?
jeno (1:04am)
sure
gimme 10
And, quick as that, Jeno flung himself back out of bed. His parents had gone to bed long ago, which meant he didn’t need to worry about how he would explain his sneaking out of the house in the dead of night for the third time this week, but that he did need to worry about being quiet enough not to wake them. Luckily, his car barely made a sound when he started the engine, it purred like an absolute dream. The Rolls Royce had been a collaborative gift from his father and his two uncles for his nineteenth birthday. It had been given to him with a red bow on top and a warning not to spill anything on the creamy leather seats. Jeno knew that, objectively speaking, he was spoiled. Rotten, actually. But he didn’t consider himself someone who acted spoiled. Coming from a family with money meant that he had a lot of Stuff. Nothing wild like a private jet or a tennis court on the property, but Stuff. The newest phone, newest
Rolls Royce model (it was called a Ghost, and Jeno wasn’t that into cars, but the name sounded pretty cool), things like that.
The car thrummed to life in what felt like nothing more than a hum in Jeno’s chest. He figured if he didn’t care much for cars as they were, he might as well make his newfound companion more suited to him. So, as soon as the car was started, Jeno flicked a switch on the left side of the dash and the interior lit up deep purple. The strip lights hadn’t been expensive, but the installation and mechanics of them had cost him more time than he would have liked to admit.
That said, he’d be lying if he said they weren’t worth it. Jeno thought they made the car feel like a spa. Donghyuck said they made it feel like a strip club. Jeno was fine with either. The point was that Donghyuck liked them.
Jeno had gotten particularly good road head the first night he had taken him out with the lights, that was how he knew.
Jeno glided out of the driveway, silent as ever, and out the gate at the front of their community. Donghyuck made fun of him for being one of those rich people - the kind that lived behind bars - and Jeno couldn’t defend himself. It wasn’t like he had had any part in the decision, his family had been living in that house since he was six. The most he had been capable of at that point was throwing a tantrum, which he certainly did.
Donghyuck’s house wasn’t far, only about a ten minute drive for Jeno (and maybe a little less thanks to the lack of cars - police or otherwise - on the road this late at night). When Jeno had learned that
Donghyuck didn’t live with his parents, Jeno had gotten a little excited, assuming they’d have a house to themselves on nights like this. Donghyuck, it turned out, actually lived with nosy, judgemental roommates that were prone to interrogating Donghyuck about how many people he was bringing back to their apartment when they weren’t home. Every time they saw Jeno’s car.
Whether it truly hadn’t clicked that Donghyuck was only fucking one person or they were just throwing accusations around for fun, Jeno wasn’t sure. It ended up not being too much of a problem for them for two main reasons. Jeno’s backseat was massive, and Donghyuck liked the riskiness of a good car fuck anyhow. If gas money mattered to Jeno, he would have been sure they had wasted a lot of it just from forgetting to turn the engine off when they pulled over for quickies. But it didn’t.
Jeno pulled into the parking lot of Donghyuck’s building and saw a figure on the second floor balcony toss a cigarette to the grass below and then shuffle inside, pulling the screen door shut behind him. A minute later, Donghyuck emerged from the front lobby, a leather jacket wrapped around his shoulders. Jeno flicked another switch and the passenger door swung open for Donghyuck, who smirked in response.
“Still showing off for me? I thought we were past that, Jeno,” he said as he climbed into the vehicle, the door shutting behind him. “I’m not gonna forget that you’re rich, no need to keep reminding me.”
“ Hyuuuck ,” Jeno whined. “Stop saying that, you know I’m n-” “Yes! I know, I know, Jen. I’m fucking with you.” Donghyuck interrupted him, far too familiar with Jeno’s whining but still compulsively pressing his buttons. As per usual. Pouting, Jeno put a foot to the gas and they sailed out of the parking lot. How far would they make it tonight? Well, Donghyuck looked really fucking good, so Jeno bet on around the corner, tops.
That ended up not being the case, as Donghyuck was in a bit of a teasing mood.
Could Jeno have turned the car off and jumped his bones whenever he wished? Yes.
Would Donghyuck have complained? Probably not.
But something about the first brush of Donghyuck’s fingers up the inside of his thigh made Jeno want to hold out and impress the boy in his passenger seat.
Donghyuck looked incredible in the neon lighting, smooth skin and gleaming eyes and a sharp jaw that sent shadows cascading down the side of his neck. Jeno wanted to lick them. He had been letting his hair grow out, too, and now it fell over the nape of his neck in gentle waves. Donghyuck’s manspreading habit gripped him like a vice, too. In fact, his left knee was so far into Jeno’s side of the car that it was pressed up against the center console. Jeno had tried to get his staring over with before he started driving again, for fear of both crashing the car and for coming off as creepy. Donghyuck didn’t seem to share either of those worries. His chin rested in his hand, propped up on the console as he stared at Jeno’s reddening right cheek unabashedly.
“Missed me, did you?” Jeno tried to break the silence. If there was ever a time he didn’t enjoy the absolute noiselessness of his expensive car, it was times like this. Donghyuck chuckled. “Mhm. Missed your pretty face, too.”
Jeno spared a glance over at him, accidentally hitting a pothole and barely feeling a thing. Donghyuck was smiling, an eyebrow raised in challenge. Flirt back, Jeno. C’mon, you can do it. Fluster me.
Jeno took a deep breath, pried his eyes away from Donghyuck, then smiled to himself and turned back to watch the road. “Cute. You know this is the third night this week you’ve come looking for me, I’m beginning to think you might like me.”
“You’ve been keeping track? That’s adorable, baby.”
“Course I have, this is like our third date. You gonna try to get in my pants tonight?”
There was a lull, then. Jeno gulped and struggled to keep his eyes forward. Beside him, he saw Donghyuck lean back in his seat.
“Oh please , Jeno,” he sighed, sounding like a fed-up parent. “Like I’m gonna have to try. You’ve been squirming in your seat since I got in the car. Maybe try wearing looser pants next time, huh? I can see your cock from here.”
Jeno did squirm at that. How could he not? Donghyuck said everything with such confidence and conviction that if he told Jeno to get on the ground and bark like a dog? Well, Jeno probably fucking would.
“Staring at my cock already? That’s a bit rude, I think.”
Donghyuck’s hand creeped across the space between them and gripped Jeno’s thigh, making sure to dig his nails in just enough to make Jeno twitch.
“Sorry, pretty boy, I just can’t help myself. You’ve got such a nice dick, y’know?”
Yeah, Jeno had been told a few times. Almost exclusively by Donghyuck, but he knew that just as well as Jeno did. The tips of Donghyuck’s fingers dragged up the rough fabric of Jeno’s jeans until they were wedged up against the thick bulge in them. Not gripping, just applying pressure. Jeno squeezed his thighs together and tried to keep his hands steady on the wheel. Buildings whizzed past the window but Jeno couldn’t focus on anything except the suffocatingly warm hand toying with his crotch.
“So fucking big.”
Jeno’s hand clamped around the wheel when Donghyuck’s thumb dug into the head of his cock through his pants. “How many people have you fucked with it?”
Donghyuck knew the answer was zero. Jeno was a bottom through and through, plus his body count was only as high as the number of people in the car to begin with. Jeno grit his teeth, Donghyuck was never this sweet and he knew it was only a matter of time before he dropped the little facade. He only ever used it to ease Jeno into the night ahead of him.
Donghyuck was practically straddling the console in an attempt to get as close to Jeno as possible.
“Such a shame it’s so fucking useless, huh?” he breathed, punctuated by a kiss to the shell of Jeno’s ear.
Donghyuck wrapped his hand around Jeno’s entire length and tugged. Jeno moaned out loud.
Then, Donghyuck released him, falling back onto his side of the car. He checked all of the mirrors quickly, Jeno far beyond being able to do it himself. “Pull over, Jen.”
Jeno followed the instruction without a second thought, jerking the wheel, pulling them over and parking. The road they had been on weaved through the woods for about a kilometre or in either direction, which meant they were - for the most part - safe from prying eyes. The purple lights shut off along with the engine and the two boys were left in the dark.
“Pants off, then come on over here, pup.” Donghyuck reached between his own legs and pulled the lever on the front of his chair, shoving himself back to give them both more space.
“W-what about … the back?” Jeno questioned, hands already fumbling with his belt buckle. Donghyuck shook his head.
“No, I think I want you up here. Kinda pathetic, isn’t it? Getting fucked in the passenger seat of your own car? Suits you just right, Jeno,” Donghyuck crooned, pulling off his leather jacket and tossing it into the back before sinking deeper into his seat. Jeno discarded his belt into the same heap. Donghyuck huffed out a laugh as Jeno struggled to push his jeans past his hips, shoes scuffing the pristine interior in the process.
Jeno cursed, finally tugging the skintight jeans off and discarding them. He had to pretzel himself a bit to manage it, but judging by the way Donghyuck’s eyes were still boring into him, he didn’t think it had turned him off at all. Donghyuck patted his lap twice and Jeno crawled over eagerly, narrowly missing the car horn.
His knees settled on either side of Donghyuck’s hips, his hands gripping his shoulders. Jeno could see the outline of Donghyuck’s form, and if he squinted he could make out the features of his face, but for the most part his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet and it felt like being blindfolded, left with no other option than to wait patiently and take whatever he was met with.
Donghyuck’s mouth found Jeno’s quickly. Where Jeno was the type to surge forward, sometimes pushing Donghyuck’s head back against the seat with the excess force, Donghyuck liked to pull back. He leaned in just enough for Jeno to feel the tickle of breath, taste his lips for a moment, and then disappeared like a ghost, forcing Jeno forward in a desperate attempt to feel him again.
Gripping the back of his neck, Jeno followed Donghyuck’s mouth like it was water in a desert. He drank him in so completely that, for once, Donghyuck was the one pulling back to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Panting, Jeno let him pull away. He tugged at the hem of his own shirt, impatient and desperate to expose himself for Donghyuck, to show off a bit and make him happy. Donghyuck quickly tore his hands away, holding them together with one hand and grabbing Jeno’s chin with the other.
“Keep it on, sweet thing. What if someone comes?” he said gently. “I can’t have the whole world seeing you like that. This is just for me, right?”
Jeno nodded, hips unconsciously rolling forward, pushing against the metal buckle on Donghyuck’s belt. “Yeah, of course. Just for you.” Jeno’s voice was breathy, bordering on a moan.
Donghyuck smiled, ear to ear. He leaned in slowly, pressed a kiss to Jeno’s temple. His fingers brushed over the waistband of Jeno’s underwear. “Good. Now get these out of the way. Let me see what’s mine.”
Jeno pulled them off one leg, leaving them hanging from his right thigh and providing just enough cover that his cock probably wasn’t visible from the road. Probably.
The first touch of his cock from Donghyuck was enough to send a shiver down Jeno’s spine. He didn’t quite wrap a hand around it, instead pressed two fingers to the slit in the same way he would press them to Jeno’s lips when he got too loud. It was too harsh of a touch too soon and it coaxed a pitiful, whiny hiccup from Jeno’s chest.
“A- ah.” He tensed up, mind trying to get away from the touch but body screaming for more. Donghyuck dragged the two digits in a circle around the head of Jeno’s cock, webs of precum sticking to his fingers as he did so.
“What is it, pup? That hurt?” Donghyuck was well aware of what he was doing, He was an expert at it now, toying with Jeno until he was on the verge of tears and then fucking him until they finally fell. Jeno being an easy crier was simply a perk. Jeno shook his head, hips bucking forward against Donghyuck’s fingers again.
“No. It’s just … a lot- oh yeah .” Donghyuck loved the look of concentration that Jeno got on his face whenever he was tasked with something he was simply too fucked out to do. Just like then, his eyebrows were furrowed and his bottom lip stuck out like a child’s as he did his best to answer Donghyuck’s question properly. It was the same look he’d get on his face when Donghyuck would pull him into the backseat and tell him to fuck himself on his cock even though his thighs were already shaking with effort as he tried not to come right then and there.
Donghyuck wasn’t going to take pity on him now, either. He trailed his hands from the tip of Jeno’s dick all the way down to his hole, keeping his touch feather-light the entire time. Jeno squirmed, but it only served to hike him further up against Donghyuck’s abdomen and make it easier for Donghyuck to wrap his arm around the backs of Jeno’s thighs. Jeno was practically over his shoulder.
“Hey, Jen,” Donghyuck stopped suddenly, seductive voice gone and replaced with something far too casual for the situation they were in. “Can I take a picture of this?”
Jeno turned bright pink. Like this? With his upper body thrown across the shoulder of the carseat? Ass in the air and about two inches to the right of Donghyuck’s face? Plus, his legs were spread across his lap, which meant Jeno’s hole was likely on full fucking display. Leave it to Donghyuck.
“I-if you want to,” he whimpered. “I don’t mind.”
Jeno couldn’t see, but he knew Donghyuck had an evil grin plastered on his face and he yanked his phone from the pocket of his jeans and placed it up on the dash. Jeno twisted himself until he could see the phone over the other shoulder of the chair. Donghyuck was, indeed, smiling like a bastard. He also had a timer set, one which was now counting down from five.
Jeno hid his face in his hands, too faint of heart to have his face shown in the same picture as his actual asshole , and waited for the telltale snapshot sound. Just when he was beginning to think it wasn’t coming, Donghyuck gripped his cheeks - one in each hand - and spread them.
“ Hyuck! ” Jeno squeaked, and the flash lit up the car.
Click!
Jeno quickly unwound himself from the headrest and sat back down in Donghyuck’s lap, knocking the phone out of his hand as he did so, sending it tumbling down under the seat. Donghyuck looked startled.
“What?” His hands went to Jeno’s face, pulling him in for another faint kiss. “Want me to delete it?”
Jeno pondered it for a moment. He’d surely die if anyone ever got hold of that picture, but the thought of Donghyuck having it hidden away in his phone was a bit appealing. Maybe he’d look at it in public and get all hot and bothered. Or maybe he’d look at it in private with a hand wrapped around his cock and think about how much better his ass would look if it was covered in his come- Jeno shook his head. “No, just put it to good use.”
Jeno shoved a hand past the waistband of Donghyuck’s jeans and underwear. His fingers wrapped around a length that was very familiar to him now. It fit in his hand nicely and pulsed just the way he knew it would when he began to stroke it.
“ Fuck, Jeno.” Donghyuck’s voice was low and it echoed so close to Jeno’s ear that he could have sworn he felt the vibrations in his cock. Returning the favour, Donghyuck’s hand found its way under Jeno’s ass, two fingers pushing against his rim. Tentatively, he slid one finger inside. It was only to the first knuckle, but it was enough for him to pull back out and shake his head at Jeno.
“I can’t believe you sometimes.”
Jeno mouthed from his earlobe down to the base of his throat. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t even know for sure that I was going to text you tonight!” Donghyuck laughed, incredulous.
Jeno pulled back, giving him an exaggerated frown. “It’s a crime to finger myself for fun now, is it?”
“No, not necessarily,” Donghyuck said, lips ghosting over Jeno’s ear. “Did you think about me when you did it?”
Jeno whined, burying his face in the crook of Donghyuck’s neck, fingers squeezing tighter around his cock. Donghyuck chuckled and pushed two fingers inside of him. It was slow and calculated, but still had Jeno biting down on the fabric of Donghyuck’s t-shirt to keep at bay the embarrassing gurgles that threatened to spill out.
“Well, did you?”
Donghyuck’s hand began to shift under Jeno, pumping in and out like he had all the time in the world while Jeno’s resolve slowly fell apart under the touch. Donghyuck’s other hand came to wrap around Jeno’s thigh again and Jeno’s hips jerked forwards when it brushed past his cock.
“H-Hyuck oh fuck .” In a moment of weakness, Jeno resorted to fucking against Donghyuck’s stomach, the best friction he was being offered at the moment. “Yes, yes, fuck. Of course I did.”
That seemed to be enough for Donghyuck. With a shaky exhale, he freed his cock from his pants - not bothering to take them off, just pushing them down past his ass - and lifted Jeno up just enough for him to settle his feet on the seat as opposed to his knees. Jeno was familiar with this position, it was made for power . It gave Jeno the leverage to bounce and it gave Donghyuck the ability to place both feet sturdy on the floor and fuck up into Jeno like a jackhammer. Something in Jeno purred in anticipation.
Donghyuck fisted his cock, pulling his fingers out of Jeno and positioning himself against Jeno’s rim. “Spit, baby. Help me out.”
Obediently, Jeno lowered his head and spit in his hand, proceeding to shove some in himself with two fingers and spread whatever was left over the length of Donghyuck’s cock. Once Donghyuck was satisfied, he swatted Jeno’s hand away and split him open, cock burying itself in Jeno’s ass until his hips were fully raised from the seat. Donghyuck watched himself stretch Jeno open, groaning loudly when his hips met the slight curve of Jeno’s ass.
With the abruptness of the stretch and the lack of proper lube, Jeno’s thighs shook and his legs threatened to give out and send him tumbling backwards into the dash. Donghyuck held him up with two hands on his hips, slowly pulling back and then snapping his hips up again. Jeno bent himself backwards, rested his hands on Donghyuck’s knees and used them to guide himself on Donghyuck’s cock. Soon, he had enough control to begin meeting his thrusts.
The car was rocking, they could both feel it, and the car was filled with a smell that wasn’t quite sex yet, just sweat and dick and it made Jeno cry out even louder as Donghyuck fucked him open over and over again, moisture beading along his forehead from the exertion.
“Feel- ah, feel good, baby? Fuck, fuck -you like my cock?”
Jeno fucking adored when Donghyuck got all fucked out, it made his voice whiny and higher-pitched and his hips more frantic. Jeno’s cock bounced against his stomach, smearing precome over and around his navel. Jeno nodded, an answer that he should have known wouldn’t suffice. Donghyuck stopped.
“Turn around.”
After a brief interlude of sweaty skin and unstable limbs, Jeno was manhandled into sitting on Donghyuck’s lap and facing the dash, thighs wide open and hole gaping. Donghyuck had a way of making Jeno look tiny when he held him, he was nothing but muscle and yet Donghyuck could bounce him on his thighs with seemingly no effort. Jeno had once accused him of becoming something like the Hulk as soon as his dick was hard.
The angle was better like this, with Jeno’s back pressed against Donghyuck’s chest, curve of his cock grazing Jeno’s prostate with each movement, it wasn’t long before Jeno was grabbing at Donghyuck’s wrist and pulling his hand towards his cock.
“What, babe? Gonna come? Gonna make a mess all over your brand new car? Don’t think your dad would be too happy about that.”
Jeno didn’t fucking care. It was his car, anyway. If he wanted come stains on the dash for all his passengers to see, so be it. At least they’d see he had fun.
Jeno could have gotten carried away with that thought if it weren’t for the saving grace of Donghyuck’s warm hand enveloping the length of him.
Everything was hot, the windows were fogged and the seat was sticky and Jeno could have fucking lived in it, in that overwhelming atmosphere of want.
With one, two, three strokes of Donghyuck’s hand on his cock, Jeno was spilling come all over the dashboard, painting it white in a beautiful demonstration of what the car’s ruling purpose was. A private suite that technically belonged to Jeno, but what belonged to Jeno belonged to Donghyuck, and Donghyuck treated it as his own little sex club.
Jeno could only pray his legs weren’t too shaky to drive home.
After dropping Donghyuck off - which was made a bit time-consuming with how many licks into Jeno’s mouth it took before he was finally ready to go back inside - Jeno was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep. The horny jitters in his body had subsided and he was draped in a blanket of warmth and satisfaction as soon as he crawled into bed. His lids grew heavier and heavier and he was nearly asleep when his phone screen lit up. Groaning, he reached across the sheets and pulled up the notification.
He was met with much more exposed skin than he was expecting. His own, he came to find.
hyuck (3:02am)
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never gotten off to a picture before
but you look so fucking cute in this
props to u
jeno (3:03am)
for making you cum?
hyuck (3:04am)
yeah, on my fucking phone screen
i feel like an animal
jeno (3:04am)
my pleasure