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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Motorcity
  Relationship:
      Mike_Chilton/Chuck, Mike/Chuck
  Character:
      Mike_Chilton, Chuck_(Motorcity)
  Additional Tags:
      Car_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-08 Words: 1122
****** Spaces ******
by fio
Summary
     They're just kids fighting a war, so what's a bit of fucking in
     between the rest of things?
They're teenagers, and that's a good enough reason for them to be doing any
number of stupid things, but they choose this.
They choose tight spaces in crammed cars and quiet corners of junkyards, hands
fisted in mouths to keep from screaming and teeth buried in the skin of each
other's necks, tasting a pulse with the heat of their tongues. Maybe it's not
so bad compared to what they spend the rest of their time doing, risking their
lives and coasting on thrills. They're just kids fighting a war, so what's a
bit of fucking in between the rest of things?
Sometimes they can't wait long enough to get to one of their apartments or out
to the junkyards, and they just drive out a ways before stopping on some old
city block and clamoring across the seats to get to each other, Mike not giving
a damn about the gearshift digging into his side because Chuck has his pants
off and he can get his mouth on him. Chuck bites down on his knuckles every
time Mike swallows him down, warm lips dragging down sensitive skin all the way
down to his balls, and every time Mike makes him come, he bites so hard he
bleeds. Mike loves the way Chuck moans, but he doesn't stop him from muffling
himself, either, because he loves the way Chuck's mouth looks after, bright red
and swollen.
"You taste so good," Mike says between kisses, not sure if he's talking about
his come or the blood on his lips, but every time, Chuck turns pink beneath his
freckles. It makes Mike laugh, because they're usually naked by then and
sometimes Mike has a few fingers or his cock up Chuck's ass, but it's simple
stuff like I love the way you taste, or You feel so damn warm, I never wanna
let go, that manages to make Chuck blush.
Mike's not out of his pants yet, doesn't even have the zipper undone, but he
grinds up against Chuck's bare ass hard, groaning at the friction against his
cock. Chuck moans, hands too busy digging into the seat to cover his mouth and
keep himself quiet, and rocks back in rhythm, moving with Mike until they're
rutting fast and hard. Mike watches as Chuck's dick gets hard again, bobbing
against his belly and smearing it with spit and come where Mike couldn't catch
all of it, and that's all he can take. He'll cream his pants if he doesn't get
out of them now. He goes for his zipper and shoves his pants and his boxers as
far down his thighs as he can get them while Chuck fishes the lube out of his
discarded jeans and loosens up his hole. Mike strokes himself, wraps his fist
around the base of his cock to squeeze and keep himself from coming, watching
Chuck as he works his fingers inside, stretching himself open. It doesn't take
long and soon he's grabbing onto Mike's jacket, tugging him down so their
foreheads bump together as he breathes, desperate and horny.
"I-I want it, Mikey," he whispers, hiding behind his hair, like he's still too
shy to say it any louder even though they do this several times a week if not
several times a day. But Mike doesn't tease him about it, doesn't say much of
anything, just grabs Chuck's legs to hoist them over his shoulder and pull his
ass closer so he can push his way in.
The feel of it, just sinking balls deep into this kind of heat and wetness and
tightness, almost makes Mike come right away. His hands grab at Chuck's hips,
squeezing so hard it makes Chuck whine a little as he tries to steady himself,
make himself breathe and hold it in.
"Christ, I'm already gonna—"
"Nn, it's fine, go ahead."
"But, I haven't even—"
"It doesn't matter, just come," Chuck says, voice weak and shaky, like his legs
where they hang over Mike's back. His hands are still holding onto Mike's
jacket, tugging him closer, and when he squeezes just so, makes his tightness
shiver around Mike's cock like he's trying to make him sink in deeper, Mike
can't stop himself. He comes, jerking his hips back just far enough so he can
slam back in hard, making Chuck gasp as he's pushed along the seat. Mike grinds
his cock inside, making tiny, abrupt thrusts as his cock pulses and his balls
empty, and Chuck whimpers and wiggles back against him, riding out his orgasm.
Chuck is still hard against his stomach, breathing short and choppy breaths
while Mike holds himself above him, trying to get the air back into his lungs.
They're not finished, not by a long shot, but Mike needs a few minutes to get
hard again and Chuck is willing to wait. Mike's arms feel like noodles and his
body is a weird mix of numb and full of sensation, but he lifts a hand from
Chuck's hip to rub his palm against his balls, giving a dazed smile as Chuck
keens and clenches around his soft dick where he's still buried inside. All it
takes is a few lazy strokes up Chuck's cock, watching him throw his head back
and moan, and Mike feels himself getting hard again. He pushes in once, gentle
and slow as he pushes through his own come, and Chuck jerks like he's been
stung.
Before Mike can ask, Chuck is begging, "O-Ohhh fuck. Mikey, t-there, again,
there, please," and that has Mike's cock stiffening so fast it makes his jaw
clench around a moan. He breathes deep, tries to keep himself under control
this time, and thrusts forward again, just as slow, hitting deeper now that
he's hard, and Chuck's back arches up off the seat and his mouth falls open in
a silent gasp.
Mike reaches up, keeping his other hand squeezed around Chuck's hip to keep him
steady, and brushes Chuck's hair out of his face, giving him a look at his eyes
clenched shut and eyebrows knotted together. He stares at Chuck's face until he
blinks his eyes open, dazed and curious and impatient, and it makes him grin.
"Don't stop," Chuck whines, voice quiet, and Mike laughs, bending forward and
pressing Chuck's legs back into his chest so he can steal a quick kiss. Chuck's
face turns bright red and Mike thrusts in, keeping their faces close so he can
kiss at Chuck's chin when his head falls back again.
"I'm not stopping any time soon," Mike promises against Chuck's neck, moving
his hips and pushing his cock forward in a quick, steady rhythm, and Chuck
answers with a whimper that explodes into a moan.
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