Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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When Henry pulled away from the kiss, he saw that Brandon's smile was even wider than before-- though now he had a pink blush tinting his skin. They relaxed like this, gratified that their relationship problems were settled. But there were other, more physical things that needed to be settled first. The change in attitude was clearly evident in Brandon's eyes as his lids became heavy and his smile began to appear almost sinister. It was dark enough that it worried Henry.

Brandon sagged forward and closed in on the ear that he had cruelly pinched-- Henry winced in advance-- but was rewarded with a light nip as Brandon sucked on his earlobe, kissing his ear. It was an apology. Once again: God, Brandon was cute.

It was erotic in a weird way. The texture of Brandon's tongue on his lobe, his mouth pulling gingerly.

"Ah... w-want to do this properly, Brandon?" he asked, while slipping his hand between them to push Brandon up. Sitting back on his haunches, Brandon made a "hn"-- as if he could care less, though he was definitely concentrating on something else-- and slid back so that he was sitting on Henry's knee instead of his thigh.

Brandon's hands went straight for Henry's jeans and tugged down his boxers, and before Henry could process how the blonde was taking the initiative, cold hands were wrapped around his erection. In agony, Henry squeaked weakly. Sheepishly, Brandon pulled his hands back rubbed them together, shrugging apologetically. Propping himself up on his elbows, Henry gave Brandon a stern look. He would rather be in charge of this operation, thank you. Brandon rolled his eyes and smirked, "I wasn't planning on using my hands anyways."

With that, Brandon came foward and wrapped a hand around the base of Henrys arousal.

Henry grit his teeth. With a wry smile,  Brandon finally wet his lips and flattened his tongue on the head of the erection. Heart racing, Henry's hand spasmed on the carseat as Brandon wetly lapped the head until it was sufficiently drenched and slippery. He then dragged his tongue down the side and sucked the tender skin at the base.

Giggling squeakily, Brandon's head felt heavy and dizzy as he enthusiastically wrapped his lips around the erection and-- taking a deep breath around it-- sucked firmly. Henry's breathing was irregular, and he suppressed the urge to buck into Brandon by grabbing his sleeve.

Encouraged by the positive responses, Brandon assuredly squeezed and stroked the erection, then alternated it with his amateur but enthusiastic sucking. Ow. Teeth. He groaned unhappily and batted at Brandon. No teeth, please. Okay, now he's just doing it on purpose! Gah!

Before Henry could kick him, Brandon stopped his steady stroking and tongued the sweet, sensitive ridge of the head. "Nnrgh," growled Henry, who twisted in agony when couldn't stop a shallow thrust into Brandon's mouth-- he craved more friction. Brandon got the idea from this, and tentatively started sliding his head up and down, keeping his mouth tight on Henrys wet arousal. Panting with an open mouth, Henry squirmed and dug his heels down as the speed quickened. He felt the hot pleasure spread through his body and make him shudder. At this point, he couldn't even look-- he just wanted to feel what was happening and clench Brandon's shoulder and pray that this could become a regular thing because Brandon wasn't that bad at blowjobs at all. Not anymore, at least. Shit. Yes. It was probably a good idea to stop. Like, now. Before-- ooooh god more tongue action please. ...Yeah, it's a really good idea to stop. "B-Brandon, dude," he pleaded, his voice scratchy and unfamiliar. Blindly, he grabbed at air until he got a fistful of hair and he was very sad to have to jerk Brandon's tight lips away from his aching, throbbing cock. Stay in control, Henry. Stay in control.

But then he looked at Brandon and that was a horrible idea. Brandon's lips were red and shiny and so inviting and his breaths were so quick and short. Henrys hands were tangled in his messy, blonde hair that was now in his eyes.

The light color stood out against his flushed, warm skin. And those damn eyes-- he was smiling with his eyes now, and it was obvious that he was tired but so pleased that he was able to give that much pleasure to the person he loved. "Hi," chirped Brandon.