Love's A Game

A Car-Ride pt. 2 | Dealor

After a way too short, but still relaxing day at the seaside, Roger and John decided to stay the night at a cheap hotel.
Even though they weren't really happy with the accommodation, the two still had a pretty spicy and fun night.
The people next door probably weren't so pleased about that.

But the next day, John and Roger had to go back home because they promised their other two band members to be back by then.

Early in the morning, they just quickly brushed their teeth with the provided toothbrushes, and left the hotel with the mess they made.
John paid and gave back the keys at the reception while Roger put their stuff into the car.

Roger was waiting for his boyfriend, smoking a cigarette while leaning on his vehicle. When he saw John coming out he snipped it to the ground and stomped it out. He got in the car and started the engine before John even opened the door.

"Let's go." The bassist said as he put his seat belt on.

Eventually, a drive through the city happened with both of the passengers arguing about where to take a turn.
Despite these difficulties, they still manged to get on the highway.

It didn't took long until the couple came across the pull-in where they had driven into the woods and, well...

Roger started to grin but didn't say anything, John just blushed and looked on the other side of the road.

The next minutes went by silently, then John took a deep breath and turned around to Roger.
He kissed his neck and his jaw. Meanwhile, John's hands wandered down to Roger's crotch and nervously opened his belt, his zipper, and finally slipped under his underwear.

Roger hissed at John's cold hands but didn't make any attempts to stop him.

"Can you pull in at the next chance?" The brunette said. "If you want it too..."

His grip on Roger's dick got tighter as he slowly jacked him off. The drummer sucked in air but even under these circumstances Roger just laughed.

"We literally fucked a few hours ago!"

John didn't say anything but it was clear to see that that sentence made him uncomfortable with his own sexual wants. He loosened his grasp.

"Not that I have a problem with it." Roger saved himself. "Yes, I want it to, John."

It made John feel a little better and he continued to move his hands up and down, sometimes letting the nail of his thumb run over Roger's shaft.
John felt the blood rushing to his genitals too and that they were spraining his jeans.

The bassist weakly moaned at the sight of Roger trying to concentrate on the traffic and breathing heavily doing so.

"Okay, can you stop until we're at the pull-in? You're making me way too horny." He said.

Without a word, John pulled his sticky hand out and cleaned it with a tissue he found in his pocket.

"Please hurry up." John quietly begged and opened to button of his trousers to relief some pressure.

In hopes of seeing his boyfriends dick, Roger lurked, over and was almost disappointed to see that he could in fact see nothing.

He drove to the next hold with more speed than allowed, and then again deep into the woods.
This time more cars were at the pull-in, but neither John nor Roger cared enough to stop their intentions.

John already started to take off his shoes and trousers, which was more difficult than he had thought in such a small space.
He stuffed his pants into the clove compartment.