"Yeah, the girls from the Body Shoppe were a nice touch," Chad grinned, and Jared lolled his head to the side to study Chad in the glow from the passing streetlights as Chad pulled out onto Doheny. The stubble was growing into a full-on beard at this point (something Chad did every summer on break, just like shaving his head) hiding full lips, his suit was all rumpled, but fashionably so – tie all loosened, top two buttons of his shirt undone. His slacks were crinkled from when one of the 'models' had very enthusiastically planted her ass on Chad's lap and proceeded to monopolize him for an hour (between nibbling on his ear and neck and everything else she could reach) about how she and her roommate were totally, like, in love, with Lucas and what a perfect boyfriend he'd be to both of them, and maybe, if Chad were ever in the mood to do a little character acting on the side... Chad had taken it all in stride, like stacked strippers offering threesomes was a regular, everyday thing, and yeah, Jared had been friends with Chad long enough to know that the man, for all his faults and fuck-ups and spectacular bitchiness, was drowning in pussy. Even more than Welling, who at least had the perfect six-pack and played a superhero. Chad got over by playing some fucked-up hick on a teen drama. And Jared still, to this day, had no idea how Chad pulled the girls he did. But he couldn't give Chad too much hell for it. Because, when it came down to it, Jared was just as much of a sucker for those baby blues as the next girl-next-door with a crush and a website devoted to Chad's lame tattoo or whatever. "You know what I want right now?" he asked, thumbs drumming out the beat from the Raconteurs' song playing on the radio. "Beer and a blowjob?" Chad laughed – his standard response to just about every question – casting a quick glance at Jared before turning his eyes back to the road. "Sounds good." And Jared's answering grin turned dark and a little mean. "Long as it's you sucking it." "J..." Instantly, Chad's body stiffened, hands curling tight over the steering wheel. "Nah, man, I mean it, your lips were, like, made for sucking me off." Jared shifted again, knee pressing against the dashboard, back against the door as he twisted so he could gaze fully at Chad. Who was staring intently at the road and traffic like it was the most fascinating thing ever. "I ever tell you what I like best about how you suck my cock?" "J, man, I mean it, I'm trying to –" Jared continued right over Chad's half-hearted objection. "It's not just your lips, although they," he let out a lusty sigh, "are all kinds of spectacular wrapped around my cock, don't get me wrong. But it's the suction, man, the way you hollow your cheeks and suck me all the way down. You even have a gag reflex?" Jared watched with an evil smirk as Chad cleared his throat. The car behind them honked, the light having turned green, and Chad jumped, then pressed on the gas. "Yeah, sure I have one," Chad finally managed. "Just, y'know..." "Doesn't matter because you love sucking me off that much?" "Yeah, I guess. Maybe." Jared's eyes flickered down to Chad's crotch and the telltale bulge behind expensively cut slacks. His own hand pressed at the ridge behind the zipper of his jeans, easing a little of the pressure. "You know, sometimes when I've got my hands wrapped around your head and I'm pushing deep, y'know, just fucking your mouth and you're making those little gagging noises, you know the ones, right?" Chad just nodded, Adam's apple bobbing. "And you're all slurping your tongue and you're all wet and slick and your mouth's almost like a pussy, but tighter, y'know, and then I hit the back of your throat and sometimes, I just want to hold your head there because, man, I gotta tell you, when you're all on your knees and you've got those tears leaking from your eyes from how hard I'm fucking your mouth and your lips are all stretched around my cock..." Jared flailed for the oh-shit handle as Chad cut across two lanes of traffic and made a hard right into the alley behind a row of shops and fashionably chic condos that cost more than Jared's parent's house in San Antonio. He barely had a chance to get his bearings, let alone ask what the fuck, when Chad flipped his seat belt buckle and lunged across the seats, burying his tongue down Jared's throat with a deep growl. Jared didn't waste any time returning the kiss, tongue dueling with Chad's, lips pressed tight and wet, sliding over and around, and Christ on toast, Chad really did have the best mouth in the world. One of Chad's hands fisted in Jared's hair, holding him in place, and the other fumbled between them, yanking on Jared's zipper and slipping his hand inside, curling over Jared's cock. "Chad," Jared mumbled, just to hear it, hips already jerking in time with Chad's fist. Chad bit down on Jared's lower lip and said something unintelligible before slanting his mouth over Jared's for another kiss. Jared tried to move, banged his knee against the dashboard and his head against the roof, and surged into the kiss instead, into Chad's fingers, curled hot and tight over his cock, moving with messy strokes, none of Chad's usual finesse. Not that he really cared, because there was friction on his dick and Chad's taste filling his mouth, bitter from too many cigarettes and too many glasses of rum and Coke, and Jared came just like that, eyes clenched shut, head wedged between the door and the seat as Chad pressed into him, lips sliding over his jaw as his wrist flicked one last time. "Next time," Chad murmured in Jared's ear while he still shuddered from aftershocks, heart stuttering, breath all ragged and raw, "next time I'll make you get out of the car and suck me, and I won't care where we are." There was enough menace in Chad's voice that Jared knew he meant it. He nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and Chad pulled back, then opened the glove compartment, pulling out a travel pack of Kleenex. He cleaned his hand, sticky with come, and continued to watch Jared as he tossed the wadded ball into the back seat. The silence between them was heated, raw. Then Chad smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners, and Jared returned it easily. "So, you really think my mouth is all that, huh?" Chad asked. Jared's gaze dropped to Chad's crotch, and the outline of his cock, still pressing hard and insistent against the zipper, then he leaned forward, lips a fraction of an inch away from Chad's. "Yeah, I do," he murmured, "but I bet mine's better."
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