The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

What A Ride*: Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan

Part One:

It was getting dark outside. The music in the car was still as loud as it was when the road trip started early this morning. I was seated in the middle of Chris and Sebastian while Tom Hiddleston occupied the driver seat and Anthony Mackie controlled the aux from the passenger seat. I watch as cars speed past us. My skin forming goosebumps as the air conditioner hits my body. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to wear a pair of loose shorts Chris bought me and one of Sebastian's tank tops I cropped a while back.

I listen to the older rap music Anthony plays through the speakers and his and Tom's conversation. I lay my head back on the seat and absorb the voice waves of the music and Anthony and Tom's voice.

"Are you comfortable, baby?" Chris whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, just a bit cold." I replied.

The music begins to get quieter and I open my eyes. Anthony turns his head to look over at me.

"You hungry?" He asks.

"Yeah, actually." I say, "Can I pick the next song, though?"

"As long as it's not Harry Styles." He laughs, along with Chris, Sebastian and Tom.

"Fuck you guys. What's wrong with Harry Styles?" I ask, defensively.

"Nothing, but everytime you pick a song, it's Harry Styles."

"Ugh.. Fine." I say.

Tom turns down the next exit and pulls into the nearest gas station. The Nissan Rogue comes to a stop beside a gas pump.

"Who's got gas this time?"

"That would be me?" Sebastian answers, reaching in pocket for his wallet. He leans over, his body pressing against mine as he left hand resting on my thigh for more leverage. He squeezes It before sitting back and handing his card to Tom.

"What do you want to eat?" Anthony follows up with me.

"Umm. I'll take some chips and water. Grab a Dr. Pepper too." I respond, reaching for my own wallet that's in the back of the car.

"Don't worry about it, I'll pay." He says.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Here's my phone. Pick a song." He says, throwing his phone to me.

"Thanks." I yell before him and Tom shut their doors and start making their way to the gas station.

I begin to scroll through Anthony's liked songs on his Spotify. Finding nothing but 90's rap and the occasional modern pop that blew up on TikTok. I shiver as the cold air continues to hit my body, feeling like icicles sticking to my skin.

"You cold, Sweetie?" Chris asks, placing his hand on my thigh.

"A little."

"Baby, we can see the goosebumps on your legs." Sebastian says, "Wait."

Sebastian steps out of the car and walks to the back. He opens the door to the trunk and starts to rummage through the bags.

"Where's the blanket you packed, Chris?"

"Should be in the blue duffle bag, buddy."

"Found it." Sebastian informs us.

He walks back to his side of the car and throws the thick black blanket over me and Chris before getting back in the car and covering himself.

"Better, honey?"

"Much." I say, laying my head on his shoulder.

Chris' hand remains on my thigh under the blanket, gently rubbing it. His fingertips moving goosebumps with each slide of the hand.