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During the winter, it got particularly cold, especially when no one had enough money or time to get a job to get the heater turned on. Øystein resorted to three pairs of socks and some dumb sweaters to stay warm just inside. Pelle slept most of the day or stayed in bed and did whatever he needed to do in bed. Jan and Jørn hadn't been by in a few weeks, and they only ever called to discuss and briefly catch up. Pelle still went outside sometimes, usually during the night and he'd come back later in the morning half naked and looking like he'd been living in the forest for years. Øystein wasn't exactly sure where he would go but he hated it because there was a 50% chance Pelle would get sick because of a cut he might've gotten or from being in the cold for so long.
Øystein decided to wait out in the car and wait until Pelle left to stop him or see where the hell he went. He nearly fell asleep before he finally saw Pelle leaving, still fully clothed before he began walking. Øystein got out of the car, pulling Pelle's wrist before he noticed him. "Shit," Pelle whipped around, looking at Øystein. "Where are you going?" Pelle pulled his hand away, backing up slightly. "Don't worry about it. Go back to bed," Pelle turned back around before Øystein grabbed him, pushing him into the car. Pelle didn't seem to fight back, sitting in the car while Øystein came in from the other side. The car was warm, it felt nice in contrast to the freezing air outside. "Are you going to stay?" Pelle shrugged, picking at his nails. "Tonight? I might," Pelle said, looking at him. "Do you want to tell me where you're going?" The blonde shook his head, leaning the seat back. "Why are you prying so much? We aren't a couple. You don't need to know where I am at all times 'cause I sucked your dick once," Øystein pulled back a little, glancing at Pelle. "That's not what this is about-" Pelle growled with annoyance before pushing Øystein's seat back, straddling his lap.
"Pelle," Øystein hesitated, his hands reaching to push Pelle off before relaxing. Pelle tilted his head, the top brushing against the car roof. Pelle pulled Øystein's pajama pants down, gripping his cock and stroking his hand firmly along his length. It didn't take long or much before he was hard, twitching in his grip. Pelle barely lifted his head before smacking himself against the car roof. "I don't think it's going to work like this," Pelle said, a grin growing on his face as he thought. "Do you wanna go inside?" Øystein suggested, Pelle, shaking his head in response. "Too cold. Maybe you can be on the top this time, yeah?" Pelle watched the face of confusion before realizing with amusement. "Like.. you want me to uh, ride you?" Øystein propped himself up. "Yeah. You're short enough, you won't hit your head." Pelle enjoyed the annoyed look on his face.
"..Fine." He huffed, moving as Pelle took his place. Øystein hesitantly straddled him, unsure what to do next. Øystein grabbed Pelle's belt, tugging it off and pulling his pants down to his knees. Øystein shakily brought his hand up, spitting on his fingers before grabbing Pelle's cock and stroking him. He used his other hand to slide inside himself, groaning at the twinge of pain. Pelle watched curiously, he seemed to know what he was doing. "Have you done that before?" Pelle asked quietly, his dick twitching in the other man's grip. "Maybe I have. You don't need to worry about it, just shut up," Øystein growled, releasing Pelle and grabbing his hips before lowering himself swiftly down on him.
Pelle groaned, his hands reaching to touch Øystein's thighs. Øystein panted for a second, shuddering as he adjusted to the length buried inside him. "You took that well," Pelle teased, thrusting up into him. "If you don't shut the hell up.." Øystein started, grabbing at his shirt as he began to slowly move up and down, his legs twitching slightly as he blushed. Øystein grabbed his cock, jerking himself as he began to move his hips faster. Pelle grabbed his wrist, holding it away. "Is my dick not enough? Since you seem like such a whore for it, I'd think it would be," Pelle teased. "I don't have to do this for you- cause you're 'too tall'.. I hate you," Øystein struggled to form words as he continued moving, his hands leaning to support himself against the seat. "That's not what I'm getting from all this," Pelle grabbed his hips, guiding him into a faster movement. The man grunted on top of him, putting his head down and watching while shuddering.
Pelle opened his mouth to speak again, Øystein managed to catch him this time and covered his mouth, panting as he bounced his hips harder against him. He could feel sweat building on his forehead, his thighs aching as he moved faster. Pelle's breath was hot against his hand, his lips rough and cracked. A few vibrations ran through his fingers as Pelle groaned, his nails digging into Øystein's hips at the same time. He let out a few struggling moans as he rode like his life depended on it, his stomach fluttering and twisting as his orgasm approached. Øystein suddenly slowed down, feeling Pelle's cock twitch inside him. Pelle looked at him with wide eyes, a silent beg in the look. "Don't you dare come, I'll change the locks on you," Øystein said, taking a moment before beginning to move again. 'With what money?' Pelle thought, although he couldn't put it into words with his mouth covered. His cock throbbed, he was far too close to just not come. He knew Øystein wasn't going to do anything to him, but it added to the fun.
Øystein grabbed at his hips, slamming himself over Pelle's cock as he held back the most vulgar sounds he could physically make. He let out a small whine as he came, his back arching before he curled over Pelle, feeling him twitch. It took him a minute before he finally pulled off, grabbing Pelle's cock and giving it a few weak tugs before he came with a groan, his face flush as he looked deeply into the other man's eyes. Øystein grabbed Pelle's sleeve, wiping the come off his hand and redressing himself. "Bastard," Pelle muttered, wiping his stomach and taking off his jacket.
"So are you going to stay tonight?" Pelle glared at Øystein before grumbling to himself and leaving the car, slamming the door as he entered the house.