Their jeans and boxers were gone in what must've been record timing, and they'd moved onto the backseat for a little more room.
Rye practically threw Jack into the back, keeping his hips in place with his hands as he licked up Jack's hard cock.
"Fuck, Ryan.." Jack whimpered slightly, grabbing Rye's hair and pushing him onto himself.
Rye took Jack's cock into his mouth and quickly bobbed his head, moaning around him as he looked up at him. His nails dragged teasingly down Jack's chest as his tongue swirled around his dick.
"Ry- fuck, Ryan.." Jack pulled him up by his hair, kissing him roughly.
"But you taste so good," Rye mumbled against his lips.
"But-" Jack started before Rye bit his lip making him moan, "fuck, Ryan- fuck me- please.."
Rye smirked, turning Jack over so he was on his hands and knees. He reached around to Jack's dick, teasing the tip as he teased his ass with his finger.
"Rye, fuck- please," he moaned and Rye bit his lip, lining himself up slowly. Jack pushed back onto Rye's dick, making their moans echo around the car.
Rye started slow but his thrusts eventually got faster, harder, as his hands gripped Jack's hips, keeping him in place.
Jack was a moaning mess beneath him, which turned him on even more, he dragged his nails down Jack's back, then brought a hand round to his cock.
"Jack- holy fuck, I'm gonna.. I'm go-" Rye moaned, unable to finish his sentence before he released into him "fuck~"
He flipped Jack over again and wrapped his lips around his cock. Jack screamed Rye's name as he released into his mouth, his hands pulling Rye's hair roughly.
They both lay in the back of the car for a moment, breathless. Neither of them had the energy to move.
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Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)
FanfictionRye and Jack have never gotten along, but will they set aside their differences for their friends? (This is high key based on the song Bedroom Warfare by ONE OK ROCK, spoiler alert)