Darwin promised, the light humor in his voice roughening with desire. He twisted sideways, tipping Tom back on the seat.
Darwin followed him down, flattening him beneath his weight. The passenger door handle pressed a warning against the top of his skull.
The fear ratcheted up a notch but it was still muted enough to hold back the panic that Tom knew was next in line. Darwin arched up so he could yank Tom’s pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free his ass and cock, but then he paused.
“You okay?”
Tom made a face. “Thought I was done with this scared shit.”
Shifting onto his elbows and keeping his weight off Tom, Darwin gave as much of a shrug as was possible in that position. “Hey, you’re still talking. That’s progress.”
“
Glacial
progress,” Tom complained, even as he felt his buzzing heart rate slow.
“Baby steps, Bambi.” With the start of a teasing smile, Darwin dipped his hips, brushing the material of his uniform pants against Tom’s erect cock.
Tom jolted. “Thought we agreed you were going to think of a new nickname,” he sighed, although the complaint was halfhearted, as he was tipping his hips up, seeking the contact a second time.
“Nope.” Darwin sounded just as breathless as Tom. “Too late. It’s stuck now.”
He moved his hips again, this time stroking the length of Tom’s bare cock with the fabric-covered bulge of his own erection.
At that point, Darwin could’ve called him anything and Tom wouldn’t have cared.
His desire had swelled to the point that it pushed the fear out to the edges of his consciousness, until all he could feel was Darwin.
“Hang on.” Darwin meant it literally.
Wrapping an arm around Tom, he wriggled and turned until his back was against the seat and Tom was on top.
“Much better,” Tom said. It was. Darwin looked a bit squashed, one leg bent and the other sprawled off the seat, but Tom had still never seen or felt anything quite so sexy. He took full advantage of his position, his hands working to unfasten Darwin’s thick duty belt while leaning down to kiss him. When their lips met, he groaned, sinking into the kiss. His hand stilled on Darwin’s zipper as all his focus turned to what was happening between their mouths.
“That another one of your super powers?” Tom asked breathlessly as he pulled back just far enough to talk.
“What?” Darwin palmed the back of Tom’s head, tugging him back into another kiss.
Several long, intense moments later, Tom lifted his head again. “Your kissing ability.”
“Nope. That’s all me.” He yanked Tom down again as his other hand took over on his zipper. Even from his current position, Darwin controlled the kiss. Holding Tom’s head with one hand, he nipped at his lower lip before invading his mouth with his tongue.
With a muffled sound of approval, Tom pressed closer, deepening the contact. He must have been crazy to think he could’ve ever lived without this, without Darwin. A desperate need to hang on flushed through him and his teeth closed hard on Tom’s lip.
Jerking back, Darwin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snarl and Tom’s stomach jumped.
“Sorry!” Tom looked down at the other man apprehensively. “Don’t know what got into me. I’m not normally a biter.”
Darwin’s eyes were filled with heat but not the angry kind. “You are so fucking hot,”
he rasped before yanking Tom’s head down again.
The wild kiss made Tom realize how much Darwin had been holding back before.
For whatever reason, whether it was his position on top or just the fact that his hunger didn’t leave room for any other emotion, a large portion of Tom’s fear dissolved, leaving only blind need.
Darwin must have finally managed to unfasten his uniform pants, as Tom felt the burning slide of another cock along his own.
He cried out against Darwin’s mouth, his hips pressing down for more contact. Tom worked his hand between their bodies and caught both cocks, pushing their lengths together.
Both men groaned into each other’s mouths, the hot friction of two rigid erections rubbing together almost too much to bear. Darwin released Tom’s head and reached for the glove box, twisting the latch and letting it drop open. Tom turned his head, breaking the kiss to look inside the compartment.
He laughed, a short, breathless huff.
“What’s funny?” Darwin asked.
“Is that lube?” Tom reached over and pulled the small bottle out. “And condoms?”
“Maybe.”
“Why is there lube in your glove compartment, you man ho?”
It was Darwin’s turn to laugh. “Watch who you’re calling a man ho. I put that lube in there after meeting
you
.”
“Why?” Tom teased. “So you could jerk off in your truck outside my building or something? Maybe you’re more of a creeper than a man ho then?”
Looking wounded, Darwin snatched the lube out of Tom’s hand. “No. I got it so I could be prepared.”
“What a good Boy Scout,” Tom mocked, grabbing the lube back. “So why’s it in your truck?”
With one of his abbreviated shrugs, Darwin gave a sheepish half-grin. “Wasn’t sure if I’d ever get you inside my cabin.
Figured I should keep it handy, just in case.”
“Just in case I put out in the bushes somewhere?”
“Or behind a coffee shop?”
Tom had to give him that. “Good point.”
He grabbed one of the condoms from the glove box and sat up, moving back until Darwin’s cock was in front of him. As Darwin propped himself up to watch, Tom wrapped his fingers around his lover’s erection in a gentle grip. Darwin’s eyelids lowered to half-mast as Tom slid his fist along the length of the cock in his hold, up and down again.
A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip and Tom wanted to taste it. He tried to slide back farther but Darwin’s bent leg stopped him.
“Stupid truck,” he muttered.
“Watch what you say about my baby,”
Darwin warned.
“There’s not enough room in here to give you a blowjob.”
“Stupid truck,” Darwin echoed, making Tom laugh.
“Rain check for some time we’re not squashed in a truck cab?”
“I’ll definitely be cashing that in.”
Tom unwrapped the condom and eased it down over the other man’s erection, making Darwin hiss out a breath. Taking his time, Tom stroked lube over Darwin’s wrapped cock, forgetting the practical part of what he was doing in the enjoyment of making the other man groan.
“Enough,” Darwin growled, grabbing Tom by the hips and actually lifting him until his head bumped lightly against the roof of the cab.
Letting out a startled yelp, Tom ducked and grabbed the wrists holding him suspended. He’d forgotten for a moment how strong Darwin was.
And he forgot again as Darwin slowly lowered him. The cool, slippery tip of Darwin’s erection slid between his cheeks and bumped his rear opening, pushing into him with the slow, even movement of a machine. When Tom looked at Darwin’s face, the heat in his eyes was anything but robotic. Tom continued to watch him as his cock sank deeper, until he lost focus and closed his eyes.
Tipping his head back, Tom groaned as his ass was stretched by Darwin’s cock.
The feel of Darwin filling him felt achingly familiar and made him realize how incredibly much he’d missed this, missed him
, missed the whole mess of want and fear and love.
With Darwin’s cock seated deep inside him, Tom opened his eyes and met Darwin’s gaze. “You know I love you, right?”
“You’d better.”
Tom gave a half-gasp of laughter that was quickly choked off when Darwin drove his cock in another half-inch. “Or what?”
Tom asked breathlessly.
“Or I’ll… I don’t know, stalk you or something.” Darwin lifted him halfway off his cock before yanking him down as he thrust his own hips upward. “Wait, I’m kind of already doing that.”
Any chance of Tom making a witty comeback—or any comeback at all—disappeared along with the rest of the world, leaving only Darwin and his invading cock, sliding out and then ramming home again, over and over.
The friction sparked nerves and lit paths down his legs and up his spine, spreading through his whole body. He closed his fist over his own erection, jerking his hand up and down, his grip tightening nearly to the point of pain.
His orgasm came fast, taking him by surprise, and he cried out, his body convulsing around the cock inside him.
Darwin held his hips with hard fingers, keeping Tom’s ass tight against his lap, his thrusts shrinking to quick, short pulses.
Darwin’s shout of completion penetrated the fog of pleasure swamping Tom and he opened his eyes to watch Darwin come.
As Darwin’s hips sank back toward the seat and his grip eased, Tom allowed his body to topple forward onto the hard chest below. The movement pulled his body free of Darwin’s cock, making Tom catch his breath with part pleasure and part disappointment that they ever had to disconnect their bodies.
Wrapping his arms around Tom in a bear hug, Darwin gave him a hard squeeze and a quick kiss on the temple. “Not that I couldn’t stay here all day, but…”
Tom sighed and then pushed up to a sitting position as Darwin’s arms dropped reluctantly away. “I suppose. Bad guys chasing us and all that.”
Darwin laughed. “Yeah. And all that.”
He pulled Tom back down for a hard kiss that stretched longer and longer until Tom had to break away to breathe.
“That wasn’t very constructive.” Tom attempted to sound stern but his words came out more smitten than anything.
“Sorry.” Darwin didn’t sound repentant at all.
Tom attempted once again to disentangle himself from Darwin while pulling his pants back over his hips.
“You sure about this?” Darwin asked as he sat up, adding to the confused tangle of arms, legs and bodies. He finally lifted Tom clear, banging his head on the cab roof again in the process, and slid over to the driver’s seat before depositing Tom on the seat to his right. Darwin grabbed a small bag from the gaping glove compartment and dropped the used condom inside.
“Sure about what? Getting wild in your truck?” Tom raised an eyebrow as he started to do up his buttons. “Little late to be debating whether to do that or not, isn’t it? I mean, that rampaging bull is already way out of his pasture.”
“‘Rampaging bull’?” Darwin snorted, zipping his fly.
Feeling bold, Tom reached over and gave the other man’s crotch a squeeze. Darwin jumped.
“More like a dozing bull now,” Tom amended, hiding a grin.
“Not for long if you keep doing that.”
Despite his words, Darwin put a hand over Tom’s and pushed down.
Tom caught his breath, the feel of Darwin’s cock beneath his palm restarting the slow burn of arousal deep in his belly.
“Um…sure about what?” he asked breathlessly, trying to focus on the conversation.
Darwin released him and Tom reluctantly moved his hand. They’d barely righted their clothes after the first bout and he was just about ready for round two. He blew out a breath, trying to clear the lustful haze from his brain.
“Sure you want to go with me,” Darwin clarified, staring straight ahead out the windshield, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
“Yes.”
Darwin still wouldn’t look at him. “But your job, your home, your family…you shouldn’t have to give everything up for me.”
“I’m not giving up everything,” Tom told him. “I have
you
. I can get a new job, buy a new home, visit my family. I can’t replace you.”
“Not even with Andrew?” Darwin finally glanced at Tom, the bare beginnings of a smile starting at the corners of his lips.
Tom made a face. “Ugh. No. Andrew could never replace you. Andrew is
nothing compared to you. If you were a piece of fudge, Andrew would be the piece of waxed paper that it comes on.”
Now Darwin was definitely smiling.
“The piece of waxed paper that you drop on the floor and step on before eating your yummy, yummy fudge?”
“Yeah,” Tom laughed. “’Cause you know I like eating my yummy fudge.”
“Two yummies.”
“Sorry. My yummy, yummy fudge.”
“Better.” Darwin paused. “Now I want chocolate.”
“When do you not want chocolate?”
Starting the truck, Darwin tipped his head, as if considering the question. “When I’m sleeping. Or when I’m fucking you.”
“Surprised you didn’t put a bottle of chocolate sauce in your glove box along with the condoms and lube.” Tom rolled his eyes when Darwin’s face lit up.
“Nope,” Darwin said, shaking his head.
“Too messy. There’s the truck to consider.”
“Right.” Tom eyed the front of Darwin’s still-unbuttoned shirt. “Speaking of messy, sorry about your shirt.”
Darwin glanced down and shrugged. “I’ll have to get rid of this anyway. Too conspicuous.”
“A cop uniform shirt with cum on it?”
Tom teased. “Conspicuous?”
Darwin reached over and rubbed the other man’s head, giving him a light shove away as he released him. “Smartass.”
Tom grinned and they drove in silence for a few minutes.
“So.” Darwin’s overly casual tone made Tom look over at him. “Up for a road trip to Colorado then?”
“Definitely,” Tom said without hesitating.
“Good. We’ll have to take the long way around. I’m sure they’ll have roadblocks and shit.”
Tom’s breath caught. “Roadblocks?”
Darwin grinned at him. “Don’t worry.
This isn’t my first rodeo. They can’t block off every back-ass gravel road heading in every direction. I’m thinking we head north before going west.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Tom smiled back.
“Always wanted to see the Black Hills. And maybe the corn palace?”
“Then to the corn palace we shall go,”
Darwin said with a laugh. Shooting a quick, uncharacteristically bashful look at Tom, he added, “I’m glad you’re coming along.”
“You should be.”
Darwin laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Tom grinned. He couldn’t help it. Darwin made him happy. “I’m a fantastic road-trip partner.” He picked up the fake mustache from the floor where it must have fallen during their impromptu sexercise session.
“I’m sure you are.”
“If you’d given me enough time to prep,”
Tom continued, plastering the mustache on his own upper lip, surprised at how well it adhered, “I would’ve made a bad-ass mixed tape for the road.”