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This trip is going to kill him.

Jayce wouldn’t say, on a normal day, that he’s opposed to road trips. He’s done plenty of driving between cities and states to visit his mother during the holidays, to-and-from school, a plethora of work trips leading him down the same five, six, even seven hour routes. 

On a normal day, he loves a good drive—music, talking, phone calls, the whole run of it. But right now?

Right now, he thinks he’s going to die. 

He’s been hard for the past two hours and counting. Genuinely, outright straining in his jeans—he’s surprised that, with all his shifting and shuffling, he hasn’t exploded yet. He’s surprised that, with all his shifting and shuffling, Viktor hasn’t looked over him yet.

The man is going over their presentation. They’re three hours into their five-hour trip—more than halfway there—and Viktor has run them both through everything they need to say while Jayce keeps one hand strictly on the wheel and the other strictly on Viktor’s thigh. It’s been innocently resting there for the majority of the ride, but Jayce is itching to adjust himself in his pants and letting go of either one of these things is not an option.

It really started when Viktor put his hair up. Complaining about the stuffiness of the car, ears a little red on their tips, face flushed as he breathed and shifted, he threw the window down and his hair up. And Jayce is but a man, and he’s been behind the wheel for a while, and it had been an hour by the time Viktor was tying it—if his mind wandered to the image of Viktor on his knees, hair up, face a mess, who’s to blame him?

It’s been a back-and-forth ever since. Jayce’s hand had immediately tightened on his thigh, and then Viktor was stuttering over his words, and then Jayce was stretching to try and get his jeans to sit a little differently than they were now. 

They’re rounding up on their second stop (Viktor and his bladder, the car and its gas), and Jayce has never felt more relieved. Viktor whines about needing to use the bathroom, and he’s out of the car before Jayce fully puts it into park. It gives him a brief breath of safety, crashing his head back into the headrest behind him and momentarily palming over his cock. Just enough to relive the pure ache, but subtle enough to pass off as a stretch or groan if anyone’s looking through his window. He gets his jeans in order and stands outside to fill up the car, leaning against it as he watches the numbers jump around.

He gets the car filled, the windshield cleaned, and buys them snacks by the time Viktor emerges from the restroom. His hair is still up, but he seems slightly out of breath, blinking slowly when Jayce asks him if he needs to refill his water. 

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, voice in genuine concern, as they buckle up again. Viktor looks slightly irked now, like he’s uncomfortable or feeling one of those pinching pains in his back that Jayce’s hands can’t massage out of him. “Do you need some painkillers?”

“No, no,” Viktor says, waving his hand away when Jayce reaches for his forehead. “I am fine.”

Jayce doesn’t think it’s entirely true, but he backs off. He reaches for Viktor’s hand instead. 

“Okay, baby.” He plants a kiss to the man’s knuckles. Then, turning his boyfriend’s palm in his hand, he notices it: Viktor’s fingers, his middle and ring, are pruning. Jayce furrows his brows but doesn’t mention anything. Pruning. Why? He blinks away the question and focuses on getting the car in gear. 

They only have two hours or so left. Jayce downs some of the Mt. Dew he picked up, hoping to get a kick of new energy to tackle the rest of this drive.

He’s worrying his lip between his teeth barely fifteen minutes in. 

Viktor is even more restless than before. What started off as just shifting has now become irritated grunts every time Jayce switches lanes, or turns a little too tight, or stops too hard. At some point, Jayce’s hand naturally falls back onto Viktor’s thigh, and the man shoots up so straight that Jayce thinks he might’ve shocked him. 

Viktor bites his lip and, eventually, slouches back down. His eyes are half-lidded, and he’s not facing head-on, so Jayce is only catching the side of his jaw and the jut of his lips from this angle. He’s so fucking pretty, even if he’s being petty. Jayce knows he hates car rides. Still, with the way his bottom lip is pouting out, all Jayce can think of is what Viktor looks like around him —

His hand flies from Viktor’s thigh to grip onto the wheel, and they both startle at the swerve. “Sorry,” Jayce chokes out. He’s hard as a rock again, shifting subtly to take the edge off. “I’m just a little tired.”

Viktor gives him a look—a squinted-eye, judgmental look—and then drops his gaze. It flicks back up to Jayce and then flits to the window again, and Jayce thinks he might have to glue his hands to the wheel so he doesn’t touch his dick. He can be cool. He can be normal about this.

Except 10 minutes pass, and then 15, and then it’s been 30, and Jayce can’t fucking focus. Viktor has his seat propped further back, closing his eyes to try and relax and curb some of the car sickness. But every time he gets slightly uncomfortable, he shuffles, accompanied by this back-of-his-throat grunting noise. He’ll stretch and groan, or crack his joints and then puff out a few deep breaths, and every single time he so much as makes a sound, Jayce’s dick screams inside his pants. He’s tempted to just pull over and fuck Viktor on the side of the road, right then and there.

But he can’t. So he gets in the next right exit lane and follows it to the small, middle-of-nowhere gas station sticking out of the side of the road. 

Viktor makes a questioning noise. It pointedly does not help Jayce’s case.

“Need to piss.”

“I told you, you should’ve gone at the last rest stop,” Viktor chides, rolling his eyes. Jayce nods and says yeahyeahyeah and I know and be quick, because he genuinely thinks a slight breeze could make him cum right now. He darts into the little store and beelines for the bathroom.

And it’s closed.

Out of order, shut down, locked, no chance—he momentarily presses his head into the wall and screams into his fist. Okay. Fine. He’ll just have to wait. He collects himself for a moment and darts back out.

“It’s closed,” he deadpans when he gets back in the car.

Viktor smirks at him. “Ah. Well, I told you. You should have joined me.”

Jayce squints at him and buckles again. He doesn’t know if he can make this trip, but before he pulls out again, Viktor is wrapping his hands around the gearstick. 

“We could find another bathroom.” 

Jayce’s eyes fall to Viktor’s hand on the gearstick. He positively throbs with it. “Uh,” he breathes. In one breath, “yeah. Yeah let’s find another bathroom.”

He hits the curb pulling out of the lot. He doesn’t care. It takes him 6 minutes and 30 seconds to get to the next gas station, each one scattered in random spurts. He knows, because he counts the seconds to try and take his mind off the image of Viktor’s hand on the stick and imagining it’s his dick and fucking him in their car —

“Jayce, Jayce, red light!” Viktor is yelling, now, and it takes a few slaps on his arm to come to a screeching halt. Viktor falls back into the seat with a sigh, and Jayce lets out a nervous chuckle before turning right, sliding into a spot by the pumps.

“Sorry,” he says, not really sorry, and jumps out of the car. But now Viktor is, too. “Are you... coming with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Viktor asks. They stare at each other for a moment—just long enough for Jayce’s heart rate to spike—and then he shrugs noncommittally. 

“Okay. Yeah. Sure.” He ducks his head and aims for the restroom instantaneously. Now, though, a mix of both arousal and nerves floods his veins. He very well can’t piss like this—he doesn’t even have to—but he’s blessed to find the bathroom is a one-room, lockable thing. If he could just get his hand around himself, he could play it off to Viktor as just needing a little longer to freshen up.

And then Viktor is shuffling in beside him, and suddenly, everything clicks into place. Hand on the gearstick. Why wouldn’t I?

Jayce has two seconds to click it all together before Viktor is locking the door and falling to his knees. Jayce can’t get a single word out, half a mind to scold Viktor for getting on the dirty floor. But then his dick is making itself known again, Viktor silently and violently undoing his belt buckle like it’s the bane of his existence.

“V—” he whispers.

“You’ve been driving me insane this entire trip,” his boyfriend hisses from between his legs, sending him a mean glare that does more to arouse Jayce than it does deter him.

“Me?” Jayce squawks, still fumbling for something to grab onto as Viktor gets his fly undone. “Y—You’re the one who—” he stutters. Viktor’s hand on his dick makes it harder to get over his words. “Putting your hair up, panting like you were in heat —”

“I was only doing those things because you were practically groping my thigh twenty minutes into our drive!” Viktor protests, loud enough that someone could surely hear them if they walk by. Jayce closes his eyes tightly at the thought. Viktor’s hand is now properly on his cock, and despite the dry contact, the pressure alone ties his breath up in his lungs.

“I—that was unintentional! I always hold your leg in the car,” Jayce argues back, but he’s losing his resolve. 

“Unintentional? Is that why you are so hard right now?” Viktor asks with a judgmental gaze. It makes something hot and shameful zip up Jayce’s spine, and in an instant, he steels himself. Viktor’s hair is soft under his fingers as he grabs it and tugs it forward.

“Will saying I need you make you happier?” he seethes, so turned on that he thinks his legs are going to give out any second. “Viktor, please, just, already, I—” he starts rambling, but his strong hand is already pulling Viktor’s mouth to him, and his boyfriend follows with an obedient swipe of his tongue. 

He sighs a heavenly sigh when Viktor nearly engulfs him. For a moment, he’s stunned—he looks down at Viktor and his hollow cheeks, his long lashes, and wonders what world he saved in a past life that gave him the best cocksucker in the world as his boyfriend. Then, pure want takes over, and he’s pushing to the hilt in Viktor’s throat. Between his pants and the sound of Viktor breathing through his nose, there’s a wet squelch, and the smell and noise of sex fill the room like a drug.

He thinks he cums in record time. He’s actually not too sure, because the second Viktor is standing upright again, their mouths are against each other. Viktor didn’t swallow, and disgust and shame and desire flame through Jayce as they share sticky saliva and spend. 

Viktor’s eyes are half-lidded the way they were before.

His fingers were pruning.

“Holy shit,” Jayce suddenly interrupts, pushing Viktor away by his chest, “in the other gas station—”

“Yes, yes, for having the sharpest mind in the world, you are incredulously slow,” Viktor bites out, already shuffling off his pants before Jayce can wrap his mind around the fact that Viktor was fingering himself just under an hour ago. In a public restroom. And now he’s standing half-naked in front of Jayce, asking him to do the same thing. 

“Fuck,” Jayce says aloud, and then Viktor’s steadying himself on the wall with one hand and leaning over, the other using his cane as a means of balance. Jayce didn’t even notice him pulling his boxers down with his pants, but there he is, glistening in the dimly-lit, cheap and dirty gas station restroom, looking over his shoulder at Jayce like he’ll die. “Oh my fuck.”

“I didn’t get to cum,” Viktor suddenly blurts, a free hand—the one from the wall, or the cane? Jayce can’t tell—coming to slide down his ass and hold himself open. He’s leaking. Jayce is sure that if he didn’t just cum, he’d be making a mess of the floor right now. He wills himself to his lover’s body: sexy, long legs stretching, bent at the waist, practically presenting for him. 

Two fingers slide in, and they both groan in tandem at the feeling. Viktor is all soft and warm and gooey. Like a cookie. Jayce wants to eat him up.

Now, there’s an idea. Viktor, using that same arm to rest against the wall, doesn’t see when Jayce drops to his knees. All he can feel are Jayce’s fingers, and then Jayce is licking at him from top to bottom, and Jayce watches him buck under the sudden sensation. “ Fuck, Jayce, I can not keep quiet when—”

Jayce doesn’t let him finish. He presses his tongue right into Viktor’s hole, lapping up at the slick gathering there, his folds wet and pubes matted by the mess. He licks into Viktor like his life depends on it—it really might, at this point—and louder than Viktor’s gasps and hisses are the sounds coming from Jayce’s mouth against Viktor’s clit. 

Viktor is clearly as worked up as Jayce was, because it only takes a minute or two for Jayce to find the right angle with both his tongue and fingers before Viktor is bucking up and shuddering on his toes, forehead pressed into his forearm. 

Jayce has to physically pull himself away from the man’s dick when Viktor’s soft, bitten-back moans start turning into sharp gasps. He gives his boyfriend a second to breathe, but between the position they’re both in right now and Viktor’s body, Jayce’s wires are a little crossed, and he’s hard again. 

He shuffles his jeans just below his ass and leans over Viktor. The second his cock hits the man’s back, Viktor lets out a wounded noise. “One more, baby,” Jayce grunts into his ear, sounding wrecked, too desperate to care. 

“You and your libido...” Viktor mutters, half-shy and half-rutting back onto Jayce. “We do not have a condom.”

“I’ll pull out,” Jayce promises. He can’t think straight. Everything is hot and heavy and Viktor has a hand on the back of his scalp, yanking him into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He moans into the kiss, slipping further down, blindly leading himself to Viktor’s core.

“Stay quiet,” Viktor suddenly bites out against his lip. “Can you do that for me, Jayce?”

God, he wants this. Needs it. He’s fucking burning with it, pulling back to press his forehead between Viktor’s still-clothed shoulder blades. “Yes, fuck, I’ll stay quiet, please, V, I need you—”

“Good.”

Jayce slides into him with a definitive thrust, and Viktor’s hand flies back onto the wall. If Jayce were to look up right now, he would find it grimy, the flickering lights above littered with bugs dying in the glass, the sink plumbing exposed and rusting. He would notice the toilet has been running the entire time, flusher permanently down. He would notice that the door isn’t locked. 

But he doesn’t. He just fucks into Viktor’s warmth, an oasis in the middle of nowhere, a breath of air from this hell-hole of a trip. He mouths at Viktor’s shirt and bites through it to stop his moans when Viktor squeezes just right, and he cums when Viktor looks over his shoulder, eyes glossed over, mouth hanging open in silent desire.

It’s only when he’s breathing heavily into Viktor’s neck that he realizes.

“Jayce!” Viktor exclaims, and he winces a little.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I got distracted—”

“Distracted?” Viktor repeats, urging Jayce off, so that when he steps back, he can see the man’s hole leaking out little spurts of his cum. His head spins at the sight. “Jayce, you said you—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jayce ushers. “Sorry. It’ll be fine.”

Viktor is still making noises of indignation, but he seems too tired to properly fight. “Okay, well, help me clean up.”

Jayce is already tucking himself into his jeans, a touch too sensitive, as he watches Viktor stand upright and cringe at the feeling of their combined fluids dripping down his thigh. Jayce walks over to him.

“We have about an hour left in our drive,” Jayce comments. He eyes his boyfriend’s thighs, and, with a steady hand, helps him pull up his boxers and pants. “I’ll clean you up when we get to the hotel.”

“ What?” Viktor squawks, following Jayce to the sink with a more noticeable limp. “What do you mean? You want me to stay like this?”

“You don’t?” Jayce asks, like it’s common sense. He dries his hands on his shirt and grabs Viktor’s waist. “You don’t like the feeling of being full?”

“Not when it’s dripping down my—” Viktor starts, but he meets Jayce’s eyes, and furrows his brows with a defeated sigh. “Fine.”

“This way you’ll be all ready for me again and again,” Jayce mentions simply. “I’ll just be able to slip right in.”

Viktor flushes. As Jayce takes in his appearance, he can see the disheveled look of his hair, lips bitten raw, his shirt slipping off one shoulder. “Okay,” he says, back to his hushed voice. “But then we are taking a bath.”

Jayce nods, more yeahyeahyeah’s, washing their hands one more time. He doesn’t think about it when the door opens without a click, and they stumble out a few minutes apart. No one else is in the store save for the cashier. Jayce smiles bashfully at her on the way out.

He finally gets back into the car after Viktor has, starting it and blasting the AC to save them both from the sweat coating their skin. He spares Viktor a glance and kisses him. When he pulls back, his gaze slips over the man’s body. 

There’s a protruding wet spot between his thighs, staining his pants. 

Suffice to say, they don’t make it very far.