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"Get the lube, bitch." Mickey says, tongue out in excitement, as he unbuckles his belt and drops his fly.
Ian’s hands are on the waistband of Mickey's boxers and his ass is exposed in seconds. He reaches into his bag behind the passenger seat and rifles around for the travel-sized tube of lube he’d stashed there.
Ian shrugs off his jacket and hoodie and jerks his faded black shirt over his head. He awkwardly unbuckles his jeans and shoves them down his thighs, along with his boxers.
Ian fingers Mickey open quickly, their exposed location not ideal for a slow leisurely fuck.
Mickey groans as Ian's cock slowly enters him, the cramped angle crouched over the backseat not comfortable but giving a great position for Ian to prod at his prostate with every thrust.
"Fuck, Ian. Keep doin' that!"
Ian slows down his hips, and asks "Do what?"
Mickey rears up from below, shoving his head backwards towards the roof of the car and closer to Ian’s ear, and growls "Fuck me harder and faster or I will clench my ass and rip your dick off!"
Ian laughs, but grips Mickey tightly by the hips and thrusts his hips harder into Mickey’s ass, the slapping of skin echoing through the car.
Mickey grabs his cock, hard and weeping at the tip, cock head flushed red, and strokes it from base to tip, gliding his fingers over the slit, gathering the pre-come for a smooth slide down.
Ian’s large freckled hand covers his over his cock, the other hand covering the hand that is grasping the rear of the seat.
“You’ve done all the driving today, the least I can do is give you a reach-around.” Ian whispers filthily in his ear.
“I dunno, Red. You’re doing a decent amount of driving right now.”
Ian releases Mickey's hand on the backrest, and slides his hand up Mickey’s chest and over his throat, pulling him backwards towards him. He pulls back the bulky jacket and buries his face in the slope of Mickey’s neck, inhaling his scent and licking wet stripes on the sensitive skin.
He nuzzles into Mickey’s ear, murmuring sweet nothings of how amazing it feels to be inside Mickey, how tight he feels around Ian’s cock, how much he has missed Mickey’s smell.
Mickey turns his face into Ian’s cheek, and grits out “MIssed you too, Big Red.”
Ian chuckles. “Talking to my cock again Mick?”
Mickey laughs, tongue sliding out along his lips lewdly. “You’ll know when I’m talking to you, Red.”
Ian tightens his grip on Mickey’s hand, constricting Mickey’s hand on his own cock, and speeds up the strokes.
“Fuck, Ian. Jesus. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Mickey can feel Ian’s cock swelling inside him, pushing rhythmically against his prostate. Heat builds in his groin, and he knows he is on the brink of orgasm.
“Are you close? I wanna come, E.”
“Yeah, Mick. Come with me. Come on my cock. I wanna feel you.”
Thrusting harder into Mickey’s abused hole, Ian pulses his ejaculate inside him as Mickey’s ass clenches and releases around him throughout his orgasm, his cock spurting ropes of white come onto the seat below him, and over Ian’s hand.
Panting, Ian drapes himself over Mickey’s back, resting his cheek on the nape of his neck, Mickey’s thick jacket affording him a soft pillow.
“Jesus fuck, Gallagher! Big Red really did a number on my ass. Gonna feel every bump in the road now!”
Ian laughs, his face flushing slightly.
They slowly peel away from each other, Ian groping around for his shirt and wrestling it over his head before stepping out of the jeep into the cool clear air of the Oklahoma outback.
Mickey grins as he halfheartedly tries to rub his come off the seat with some fast food napkins from the floor.
"Think Damon will notice?"
"Nah. Just play it cool. Motherfucker got spunk on my blanket last winter, so payback’s a bitch!" Mickey replies, as he climbs out of the backseat and buckles his jeans, wincing slightly at the sensation of come trickling from his ass into his boxers.
Damon stalks back over to the car angrily, throwing his empty chip bag on the ground.
"First I have to hear about El Gingero in prison, now I get out and I gotta put up with this mierda. Ustedes dos necesitan follar en su propio tiempo."
Mickey rolls his eyes and holds up a middle finger. "Shut the fuck up and get in the car, Damon. I'm driving."
Mickey climbs into the front seat while Damon gets into the backseat grumbling about gillipollas, hijo de puta desconsiderado, pendejos cachondos necesitan conseguir una habitación.
"Hey! Cabrón! You got fucking jizz on the seat!”
