Imagines

James DeanxMarlon Brando #2

James DeanxMarlon Brando

NC-17

Title: Drive-In Theatre

for my boo, because you're a dirty slut and ily 😘

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It was 7 p.m. The movie started at 7:30 and the theatre was twenty minutes away. James sighed, looking out the window and up at the clouds. They were dark and loomed over the sky like a veil, blocking out the sunset.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Marlon? It looks like it could pour any second now."

"Quit your worrying," Marlon chuckled. "We'll be fine."

But they weren't fine. Less than five minutes after Marlon's comment, the sky opened up and thunder rumbled in the distance. The world lit up as lightning struck, making James jump.

"Shit," Marlon cursed, slamming a hand against the steering wheel. Lightning flashed again, closer this time.

"We need to turn around."

This time, Marlon obeyed and started heading home. He sighed. "Well, so much for that idea. Now what?"

"We'll think of something," James said quietly.

They'd been driving for less than ten minutes so it didn't take long to arrive back at Marlon's house. Marlon parked the car in the garage, turning off the engine. Thunder rumbled in the distance again.

"I'm sorry the movie didn't work out, babe," Marlon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What'd I just say?" James asked, placing a hand on Marlon's arm. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans and James smiled softly, squeezing his arm. "The movie was probably cheesy anyway."

Marlon laughed and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He glanced at James' hand on his arm, then up at James' face, grinning devilishly. Placing a hand on the back of James' neck, Marlon leaned in and captured the younger man's lips in a hungry kiss.

The kiss was brief, but heated, Marlon tugging on James' lower lip with his teeth before pulling away. He smirked as James looked up with wide eyes, breathing heavily.

"What was that for?"

Marlon licked his lips and unbuckled his seatbelt. He scooted to the edge of his seat and wrapped a strong arm around James' neck, pulling him close to nibble on his ear.

"I know how we can make up for the movie."

James groaned softly as Marlon bit down on his earlobe, tugging lightly with his teeth before pulling away and choosing instead to nibble along James' jaw. James breathed heavily, his fingers fumbling to unclasp the seatbelt so he could move about the car freely. Once he could move, he scrambled into Marlon's lap—but the steering wheel jabbed into his side as he tried fitting into the tight space.

"Backseat," Marlon hissed, pushing James off of him and jerking his head to the side.

The space in the back was definitely roomier and once both men were out of their seats, James worked at getting Marlon's shirt off. Running his hands over the toned, lightly-haired chest, he attached his lips to Marlon's neck, trailing his kisses down his chest to lick and suck a nipple into his mouth.

Marlon groaned, his dick stiffening between his legs. He wanted to get James' shirt off, but his tongue felt too damn good. Marlon settled, instead, for unbuckling the belt around James' slender waist.

James seemed to sense what Marlon was thinking and pulled away. Marlon opened his mouth, about to say something, but James simply smiled and silenced him by pulling off his shirt, tossing it toward the front of the car.