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Heeseung swallows, nearly choking on the thickness of it as he watches the… show being put on just outside his truck.
He’d come to the makeshift car wash—despite not really needing it because he keeps his Jeep in perfect condition, thank you—to show his thanks to the cheerleaders, expecting it to be a quick thing.
There was no advertisement for live softcore porn on the flyer.
Jay, his self-proclaimed passenger princess and best friend, seems just as shocked by the turn of events. He looks at Heeseung with wide eyes, glancing back and forth between him and the absolute menace that is Sim Jaeyun.
“Are you — what the fuck is happening?” Jay splutters. Heeseung turns his head, intending to look at Jay, but he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off of Jake.
“I have… no clue,” Heeseung responds slowly, watching as Jake practically grinds his pelvis against the left headlight of Heeseung’s precious Jeep. His white shirt is positively soaked, stuck to him like a second skin and outlining every inch of his sculpted torso. He's got better abs than Heeseung himself, he realizes, probably thanks to those insane cheerleading routines he leads.
Jake doesn’t seem to be as flustered by his actions as Heeseung and Jay are, if the way he’s smirking and tugging on his bottom lip while practically eye-fucking Heeseung through the windshield are anything to go off of.
Shamefully, Heeseung can feel his dick stirring in his jeans as he continues observing Jake. The cheerleading captain is literally bent over the hood of the vehicle, skirt riding up and exposing a sinful amount of tan skin. Heeseung groans, miserable, as Jake reaches forwards and the slightest bit of his asscheek is revealed, spilling out the bottoms of the tiny latex safety shorts he wears.
“Dude. This is getting uncomfortable,” Jay cuts in, grimacing.
Heeseung finally manages to look away, rolling his eyes. “The only thing uncomfortable about this is my dick—”
“Stop! Stop right there. Oh my god. Let me out right now,” Jay pleads, tugging recklessly on the door handle.
“Don’t pull on my handles like that, asshole—fine!” Heeseung relents, pressing the button to unlock the door. As soon as the familiar click sounds, Jay is flinging it open and darting out the Jeep. Heeseung looks up just in time to see Jake’s expression morph into one of absolute terror, obviously not expecting for there to be another person in the vehicle.
Jay stalks up to the cheerleader, hands waving wildly as he rants animatedly about something—probably the grinding—and then he’s pointing directly at Heeseung with a scowl on his face and stomping away. Jake stands there, dumbfounded, for a good ten seconds before dropping the washrag he’d been using to clean (read: molest) Heeseung’s Jeep and practically skipping to the passenger side.
Heeseung has all of three seconds to prepare himself before the door is swinging open again— seriously, what’s with people and abusing his door handles?—and Jake is plopping himself in the recently vacated seat.
“Hi,” he beams, grinning at Heeseung innocently.
The tennis captain blinks stupidly at him and like always, his mouth ends up working faster than his brain.
“You’re getting my seats wet,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. Jake furrows his eyebrows, no doubt not expecting that response, and looks down at his attire.
“Huh,” he says, “I am, aren’t I?” And Heeseung doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just nods.
Jake looks at him again, “You mind helping me out of this, then?” He asks, tugging at the hem of his dripping shirt and smirking.
Heeseung’s mouth goes dry at the proposition.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Absolutely.”
#
Let it be known that Heeseung’s Jeep is his baby.
Even though his father offered to buy him the nicest, most expensive car available at the lots they toured, Heeseung denied him every time without fail.
Then, nearly two years after he got his license, he had finally saved enough money from working shitty part-time jobs to purchase his first vehicle; the Jeep.
He got her checked for any problems and cleaned regularly, never letting anyone bring their dirty shoes or food or anything that could potentially damage the interior inside of his pride and joy.
Yet here he is now, crammed into the backseat with his jeans pulled just below his ass so his cock is freed, getting ridden to hell (heaven?) and back by none other than Sim Jaeyun, who he’s maybe spoken to a handful of times before this.
“I fucking,” Jake pauses to moan, head dropping forwards limply as he sinks back down on Heeseung’s dick. “knew you’d be big, ohmygod.”
Heeseung grunts, hands tightening where they’re gripping both sides of Jake’s ridiculously tiny waist. “You— that’s it, Jake, fuck— you thought about this?” He grits out, trying to not lose his damn mind at the way Jake’s hole just seems to suck him in.
Jake’s head flops up and Heeseung has to force himself to not cum at just the sight of Jake’s face, fucked out and ruined even though they’d barely started five minutes ago. His mascara is smudged and he’s flushed a pretty red that spreads all the way down his toned chest—and don’t even get Heeseung started on that mouth. Lips bitten red and swollen from the abuse, wet with the spit that Jake is barely managing to keep in his mouth.
“Mhm,” he tugs on his lip using his teeth, giggling in a way that reminds Heeseung of the hentais he’s watched, “whenever we practiced at the same— hng — time, had to excuse myself ‘cause I’d get so fucking— ah! horny watching you play,” Jake confesses, a painfully attractive lopsided grin on his face. Heeseung curses under his breath and crashes their mouths together, relishing in the way Jake gasps and clenches around his dick.
They lick into each other’s mouths messily, undoubtedly dripping spit onto Heeseung’s pristine leather seats. Heeseung snakes a hand under Jake’s skirt—yes, he’d asked him to keep it on—and wraps it around the boy’s leaking dick, grinning when he feels his fingers touch.
“That’s hot,” he blurts, like a dork.
“You’re hot,” Jake giggles back, like a dork.
Heeseung kisses him again, though there’s no rhythm to it and their teeth clack a bit too much for it to be comfortable. He pumps Jake’s cock to the same rhythm Jake bounces on his lap, making the cheerleader whine.
Jake pants like he’s just ran a marathon, tongue resting right behind his bottom lip and threatening to slip out.
“So pretty, baby,” Heeseung can’t help but mutter, using his thumb to wipe a loose trail of spit off Jake’s chin and shove it back in his mouth. Jake’s lips close around his finger easily, sucking and hollowing his cheeks like it’s Heeseung’s dick. “slutty, too.”
Jake doesn’t even attempt to deny the accusation, nodding eagerly at Heeseung’s words and rocking his hips even harder. Heeseung pulls his thumb from Jake’s mouth—he whimpers pitifully at the loss—and circles it around one of the boy’s perky nipples. The reaction is instantaneous. Jake arches into the touch, eyelids fluttering and jaw dropping in a strangled moan. He sounds downright whorish and it has no business turning Heeseung on as much as it does.
Unfortunately, Jake is so distracted by the sudden pleasure to his chest that he stops moving and, well—we can’t have that, can we? Heeseung maneuvers them to where he’s practically laying down, head resting uncontrollably against the door and feet propped up on the seat so he can fuck up into Jake on his own. The cheerleader nearly falls over at the force of it, arms flying out to catch himself on Heeseung’s chest.
“Oh— there, theretherethere, Heeseung, fuck,” Jake gasps, pawing at Heeseung’s t-shirt until it’s ridden up enough to expose the skin of his stomach. Heeseung nearly shies away, knowing his abs are nowhere near as prominent as Jake’s, but the other doesn’t seem to care at all. His hands roam over all of the available skin like he’s trying to map out Heeseung’s body.
“Y’feel so good, baby — should’ve done this sooner,” Heeseung grunts, still thrusting into Jake’s hole. He’s so tight and warm it feels like Heeseung stuck his dick in a goddamn furnace. Jake lets out a whimper at the praise and Heeseung cocks a brow, intrigued.
“Yeah? You like that?” He asks, smiling wide and mischievous when Jake nods his head eagerly. “Could praise you all day, pretty boy. Tell you how beautiful you are, what a nice fuckhole you’re being for me.”
Jake practically goes limp, no longer even trying to help Heeseung fuck him. His arms wobble where they’re holding him up and he slouches over, blinking down at Heeseung with blown pupils.
“Take dick so good, is that how your team got to the championship this year, huh? You let those judges feel you up? Use this — tight — fucking — hole to get what you wanted?” He punctuates each word with a violent thrust, making Jake’s eyes roll back as he babbles incoherently on top of him.
“‘M so close, Heeseung, please,” Jake begs, trying to wrap one of his trembling hands around his cock. Heeseung tsks, slapping it away.
“You’ll cum on my dick or not at all,” Heeseung says, basking in the way his words have Jake’s walls constricting.
Jake huffs, petulant. “I’ll cum whenever— hnnn— whenever I want, asshole.” The attitude only serves to make Heeseung’s dick twitch, an amused smirk overtaking his features.
“Sure you will. Just not with your hands,” Heeseung promises. Before Jake can even come up with a rebuttal, the tennis captain is sitting up and shoving him flat against the seat, now kneeling with one leg on the seat and the other in the floorboard for purchase while he fucks him.
Heeseung grabs Jake’s leg and throws it over his shoulder, pounding roughly into the cheerleader’s hole. Jake, who is yet to regain his bearings after the manhandling, watches in shock as Heeseung hits his prostate just right and ropes of white cum spurt from his cockhead, undoubtedly ruining his skirt.
“No,” he whines, sounding so heartbroken at the sight of cum staining his pretty skirt that it makes Heeseung laugh. Jake isn’t amused, obviously, because he’s scowling and clenching as hard as he can around Heeseung’s cock and — fuck he’s cumming into him before he can even realize what’s happening.
They both let out twin groans, Jake at being filled up and Heeseung at finally getting relief. He pulls out slowly, hissing when his cock finally pops free. The view of cum leaking from Jake’s hole is gorgeous, weird as using a word like that to describe something so lewd may be. He’s snapped out of his mini-trance when a drop of it starts sliding down Jake’s crack, dangerously close to falling on the leather seats. Heeseung moves on instinct, ripping napkins out of the center console and wiping it up as fast as he can.
Jake tenses, and only then does he realize how fucking weird that was.
“Did you just… wipe my ass?”
“No! I was — well. Yes? But — my seats. I don’t want cum on them.”
“If you didn’t wanna dirty your car we should’ve gone to my house,” Jake says, motioning behind Heeseung. He turns and looks, heart dropping when he sees the literal handprints on his now-foggy windows. His eyes trail further down and — yeah. That’s lube smeared into his wool floorboard carpet.
“Shit.”