Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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Henry pressed a hard, desperate kiss against those luscious bruised lips and messily rolled them over-- his legs getting tangled in his half-stripped jeans and Brandon's legs. He scratched his fingers up Brandon's back, picking his shirt off, yanking it over the overwhelmed boys head. It snagged on an elbow and there was a brief struggle with the stupid shirt and Henry was extremely tempted to reach down into the camp survival bag nearby to get the knife and just cut it off. It came off before he could go wild on it, and he stole another chaste, passionate kiss from his pinned best friend before he reached into the bag anyways to pull out a small bottle of lotion that was packed with his floss.

He took this moment to completely remove Brandon's boxers-- he was aware of the fact that Brandon was saying something but he just didn't have the brain power to think about any of that. Instead, he concentrated on ravishing Brandon. Scraping his teeth across Brandon's hairless chest, he caught a soft nipple and harshly rolled it between his teeth. Brandon protested and palmed Henrys back as the biting became softer. With a tender, drawn out lick, Henry finished teasing the nipple and moved on to the other. It was to distract Brandon as he picked a position he preferred-- sliding his hands into Brandon's boxers to grab his ass and thighs, grinding their erections together. He had a vague memory about wanting to take this slow. Fuck.

It was probably too late for that, now that he had hooked a thick leg over his shoulder and Brandon was biting his lower lip nervously. Regaining some of his humanity, Henry head lulled as he tried to keep himself in check. Talking worked earlier, sort of. Talk now. "S-so. We need to... prepare you." He breathed in through his nose and missed when he grabbed the lotion bottle. He got it the second time. "We're going to use this as lubricant. If I had advanced notice, I would have something better. But you didn't give me enough warning." Brandon tried to look casual as he shrugged, but they were pressed close enough that Henry could feel the shivers.

With a little maneuvering, he opened the bottle and squirted a fair amount into his hands. Trying to be considerate, he attempted to wait for it to warm up with the last of his patience. God, he really wanted to be in there. Now. "Henry?" asked Brandon, who had lost most of his gusto from earlier and was now wringing his hands skittishly, "By preperation, you mean...?" Oh, right. henry's expression softened and he set the lotion down. With his free hand, he stopped Brandon from friction burning his hands from rubbing them too much and intertwined his fingers with his own. "I'm going to do it gently, okay?" he assured him. "I need to... stretch you a bit, just in case. It's like warming up." "H-how are you going to do that," he insisted hoarsely.