Aceleración
aceleración
Drive
Winston/Sean
350 words
adult content: language, sexuality
Slow down, slow down, you’re going too fast, he breathes, and Sean laughs, red-cheeked, red-mouthed, red-handed. Here, he says, closing tight on his wrist. See? The skin curls up over his cock on the upstroke, soft pleats like a flower. Not so fast loco you’ll strip my gears, you cut boys always go too fast. Shit. He leans back into the seat, stares unseeing up at the roof of the car, trying to hold on to the fantasy, thin as fumes: a red hem, long black hair, tits with that rich color purple as raisins.
Sean goes slower, distracted, too slow. Stalls. This really doesn’t bother you? he says. Winston looks over at him through eyes halfshut, too horny to sleep, to tired to think. Sean’s sharp liquid eyes staring at him from under his stupid hair. No, man, why should it? he shrugs, goes softer inside Sean’s soft hand, sweaty palm, too-tight fingers.
It feels weird, Sean whispers, that flush on his skin maybe sunset, maybe want, maybe shame.
I’ve done weirder, he says, and smirks, and tries not to remember. But he’s not hard anymore, and it’s just dark enough to look at each other, just light enough to see. Sean still holds him, makes circles with his thumb over the hidden head of his cock.
You really can’t sleep? And when he shakes his head a lazy no against the seat, Sean says, You should let me drive.
Fuck, no, he says, his pride too loud, too big in the close space of the car, and Sean smiles crooked like he’s caught him at something, like that’s supposed to be funny; grins, with his wide mouth, smartmouth. Forget it, man, it’s not gonna happen, he says, and lets go of the wheel; gestures, indicating the two of them. His other hand still loose around Sean’s wrist. But he doesn’t straighten up, doesn’t zip up, and the circling of Sean’s thumb builds rippling, shivering heatwaves all through him, and Sean drops his mouth down onto him, just like that, warm wet and inside like they’ve been doing it forever; and this time he doesn’t have to pretend he’s somewhere else, with someone else. He reaches out, grabs his brother’s shoulder, and holds on.
