*i found this on tumblr*
“Brad! Look here!”
“Brad!”
The flashes of cameras obscure my vision as Brad leads me into the black vehicle. I had the strong instinct to cover my hands over my ears but decide to squeeze the hands that were on mine tighter to indicate that I didn’t want to stop for any pictures and autographs.
I thought he had finished dealing with the lights and screams on stage, only to be met with even more teenage girls.
The limo waited for us on the curb, windows coloured darkly with tint. As soon as we got in, the swarm of girls moved to all sides of the vehicle and prevented any means on moving, limbs and chests pressed up against the windows.
“Shit,” Brad mumbles and anxiously at each window pane, “Great, this is fucking great.” Sarcasm drips from his voice as he speaks.
“It might take a while, but I’ll try to get us out of here was soon as possible." The small window separator which connects the backseat to the driver’s compartment closes up again leaving us alone.
The screams from the fans were faint and muffled but still evident as you both sat in silence of the car, the only internal sound coming from the ac.
"Guess we can’t continue anything in the car, then.” I say.
“Who says we can’t?” Brad'’ hand begins to trail up my thigh again before I yank it away from me.
“Are you mental? There are people-”
“And they can’t see us.”
I take a look around and notice the heavy tint of the car windows, surely they wouldn’t be able to see you. The fans continued to scream loudly and tap on the glass as if they were a pack of lifeless zombies in desperate instinct for flesh.
“Besides,” he continues on, “Didn’t the idea of fucking me in front of everyone turn you on?”
Yes, yes it did, so so badly.
“C'mon baby show them I'm yours."His mouth was at my ear now and my legs clamped together, making me notice the evident wetness that had seeped through my shorts.
With the last bit of self control I had I turned him down again, "Brad, you know we can’t. It doesn't change the fact that we’re currently being mobbed right now!”
“But baby, you’re dripping for me, the whole car smells of you.” His brows shot up as his eyes widened as he complained.
“And I’m horny!”
“You got two hands for a reason, Brad.”
He looked taken aback, completely pulling away from me and keeping his hands to himself. He sat back in his own seat and I began to hear the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper being pulled down.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His boxers get pulled down as well, revealing his erect hard-on.
“Exactly as you said, babe. I’ve got two hands for a reason.”
His hands reach down to stroke his shaft slowly, his eyes watching the way his hand moves up and down. The fans outside have no idea what he’s doing and he doesn't seem to be fazed at all by the fact that he’s masturbating in front of them.
I see a small amount of precum drip from his tip and his thumb move to catch it. His eyes closed and his mouth is parts as soft moans leave his lips. I trail my eyes down to look at his hand tugging at himself quickly.
Smiling to myself, I move my body closer to his but not too much that he’s disturbed from his activities. My hand travels down his chest until it’s poking out right next to the edge of his boxers and I sneak my hand underneath it. As soon as he feels me cupping him, his eyes open and he turns his head to me, smiling shyly. My hand moved up and down his shaft, running over the slit at the head of his penis which caused a low moan to slip off his tongue.
