Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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Making out with Brandon was electric. Maybe this was what the dominance thing really was? It didn't matter, all of that stupid fight was in the past now. What mattered was now.

Thinking about how this was his first kiss with a guy made him want to make this better than anything Brandon has ever done before. Henry was more than happy to move on from innocent but heated lip sucking and rubbing. He hooked his thumbs behind Brandon's ears and tilted his friend's head back, deepening the kiss. No tongue just yet, but he introduced biting. This was definitely something Brandon had never done before, as Henry felt him shiver and heard a surprised but happy moan.

The kiss was getting rougher, and he was glad that Brandon was responding with his own attempts to nip and lick-- though they were clumsy. There was so much relief flooding through him now that they were finally making this happen, and there was no way he was going to stop any time soon.

Even though there's some kind of unspoken rule about never opening your eyes when you kiss, he had to see this. Cracking an eye open, he saw that Brandon didn't follow that rule either. Peering through half-closed eyes, his gaze was dreamy and distracted-- so he wasn't exactly seeing, either. Henry glided his tongue across Brandons' bruised lower lip, and licked the other boys tongue. With a start, Brandon pressed his eyes closed and squeaked, harshly yanking Henry closer by the shirt. The burn on his neck from the shirt collar rubbing and scratching against his skin was painful, but he was too turned on to care about anything other than the soft, shy licks from Brandon. Needy as hell, Brandon lapped at Henry lips and mouth, sighing and sucking excitedly.

Henry grabbed Brandon by the ass and dragged them both until his back was against the side of the car. Brandon was obsessed with kissing the life out of him, and would only stop to take deep breaths. They were perfect together right now, but Henry felt that they could be better than perfect. He squeezed their bodies together and kept his hands on Brandon's butt, using his thumbs to rub soothing circles into his hips and back. That was the best idea ever, because the ticklish sensations made Brandon writhe happily against Henry's body-- but the grip Henry had on him was so tight that-- oh god, that was the most delicious sight ever. Brandon gasped and his body tensed up. He slumped forward as he panted against Henry's neck from the shock of what he just felt-- the strange but welcome pleasure still fresh on his nerves. Henry knew exactly what it was that caused this dramatic response, and helpfully flexed his thigh up, forcing Brandon to feel the friction from their jeans and taut, hard bodies right up against his hard cock.

"There's more to this than just making out, blowjobs, and jacking off," he patiently whispered into Brandon's pink ear. They were going to take this one step at the time. He didn't want this to be quick and easy. He wanted it to be drawn out and torturous, so that they'll both remember this forever even if they never have sex or even talk to each other again. Brandon's face was burning with lust and embarrassment, because his lack of experience was showing. Nobody wants to be caught unaware all the time. Of course he knew there was more, he just didn't know what exactly. He had a vague idea, but it didn't seem to all add up.

He was thankful that it was Henry teaching him, though. There was no shame when it was with Henry, because they had agreed to be open to each other. That's what best friends are for. All Brandon did was nod obediently as his heart rate slowed down-- a good thing, because he almost came in his boxers a few seconds ago. It wasn't just from the grinding. It was the fluttering, breathless rush that was magnifying every touch and lick and bite. The feeling of closeness he hungered for so long, and Henry accepting his affection. He wasn't lying when he said he was fine if nothing came of this because he valued their friendship so much-- but this was a very appreciated improvement.

The click of his metal belt being undone was a startlingly sharp sound. There no lights outside aside from a faraway streetlamp on this empty night. They were alone and could do anything. Nervous about what's to come, Brandon fisted his t-shirt and feverishly watched Henry unbutton and unzip his oversized pants-- slowly dragging the cold zipper over the bulge that was concealed in just one layer of thin cotton. They were drunk with arousal. The car was hot, stuffy, and the air felt wet and heavy. Moving was hard. It was like making one's way through molasses. It was even harder to think straight, but they were careful. If Henry moved too fast, he knew he would be unable to control himself and god knows how that would end.

Henry sucked in his breath as Brandon leaned forward, lifting his ass off the smaller boys thigh. He had a mellow but nervous smile on his face as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband, paused for a trembling second, and tugged the shorts down to mid-thigh. They've seen each other in the underwear and hell, even nude, plenty of times. But Henry felt like it was his first time seeing Brandon bare legs-- it was definitely his first time seeing Brandon in this state. Turned on and hard, Brandon hugged himself awkwardly, tightening his fingers in his shirt as Henry took him in, dragging the moment out. This may be the last time he does anything with Brandon , he solemnly reminded himself. He better make this good.

His chest throbbed as he thought about their long, close friendship. Why didn't he stop earlier? This was too big of a risk. No-- he shouldn't be losing his nerve at a time like this. That's fatal. God, he better not screw this up.

"you have a really scary expression on your face and you leaving me hanging like this is really..." Brandon started with a tight but fake smile, rubbing his dry hand against his forearm until it was pink and painful.

"Geez, Brandon -- I'm sorry," Henry apologized with a soft groan of frustration-- he knew that he tended to overthink things, "It's just this is so messed up." Brandon flinched. Shit, that's not the best way to word what Henry was feeling at the moment. Panicked, Henry yelped, "No! No no no no no Brandon no look at me please." He grabbed Brandon's wrist and pulled him closer, afraid that Brandon was going to run away. Squinting at him with annoyance and perplexion, Brandon couldn't figure out why Henry would describe their newfound intimacy was "messed up" yet also want him to stay.

Babbling, Henry tried to explain what he meant, "It's not what you think at all, okay? I'm stupid and don't think things through. Please don't ignore me." Annoyed, Brandon sighed and propped his head up with his hand, piercing Henry with a cold stare. Once again, Brandon wasn't being fair but Henry's inability to be smooth and collected wasn't helping matters either. This was a delicate situation. Were they going to fight again? That's two times in one night. Ugh!