Part Three
Defy Me
by Feel Me Tremble
A vague trace of his now forgotten anger forced across his face, grasping for some small measure of guilt induced submission and making the entire threat seem like that much more of an invitation. Even so, Elijah sank into the back of the car seat, grateful that evening was closing in on them and he was able to cleverly disguise his unavoidable smirk in the shadows and low light. As irresistible as pissy Dom is, he'd angered the beast enough today and desperately wanted him groveling naked on his knees, voicelessly mouthing his apologies for having gotten so upset in the first place. No, grumpy Dom is a challenge he'd dealt with enough today and Elijah was just worked up enough to have no patience for the whole idea. A small nag of blame for selfishly eating away the very reason Dom hasn't thoroughly taken advantage of him several times already giving way to fleeting thoughts of obligation.
It just wouldn't be fair.
A momentary consideration that fell apart like the weak notion that it is as he chanced a glance in Dom's direction. Flushed to the tips of his oversized ears, pink cheeked from his short lived brush of excitement and mindlessly tonguing the very corner of his peanut butter flavored lips. Elijah's cock twitched against the denim confinement, his hand itching with the traitorous need to grant himself a small measure of relief, the phantom heat and pressure of Dom's tongue wrapped around his finger, eyes falling shut in lazy abandonment, a husky whisper of obscene desire breathed against the side of his neck - a rush of far too fresh memories intensified by the careless swipes of that perfect fucking tongue.
God, Dom's house is too far away.
Assuming that any distance is too much and the lure entirely too strong. Dom's innocent tease production only exasperating Elijah's already volatile condition and wearing away at any show of restraint he may have had. A brief flash of lust induced irritation, uncertainty over Dom's own level of frustration or just his all too fucking smug way of concealing it while managing wholly inappropriate thoughts to invade Elijah's head.
Maybe it's not so unfair.
Fading just as quickly as it came as his body betrayed him, effortlessly clearing a small span of the narrow distance between them with a smooth, silent slide across the leather seats. A free hand landing with a surprisingly gentle grasp on what should have been Dom's touch startled thigh, rewarded with a discerning smile that reached only the very corners of his crooked mouth and a pair of knowing steel blue eyes that voiced the audacity to defy him.
Bastard. Clumsily aimed at both Dom and his hand that was dancing its skilled way along the length of one of the pulled tight thighs he was longing to be between. Hesitation briefly falling over him as the daring gaze shifted to Elijah's hand in his lap, quietly urging the personal roam to continue with a soft flutter of dark lashes. Elijah welcomed the grin that spread across his face, quickly dismissing the risk and ignoring the warning Dom had shot him twice now, stifled a small moan of approval that almost wrecked the whole thing as Dom shifted down in his seat and spread his legs with far too much suggestion. Bastard.
Even through the rapidly increasing lack of light, Elijah could just make out the saliva slick sheen smeared across Dom's lips, slightly parted, unfaltering in their resolve to remain unfazed and just begging to be sampled. He leaned across, closing what was left of Dom's personal space and softly licked the slightly upturned corner, reveling in the fact that Dom was forced to face forward and would simply have to endure it, gave a little to the right in his attempt to join in but ultimately conceding defeat. Let Elijah play along his mouth, sucking on what he could reach until finally moving his attentions and remembering the work his hand had started.
"You taste good."
Sweet and salty and something entirely Dom, whispered through a mouthful of the blushed pink ear he had admired earlier, partially ignoring the smirk he could almost hear spread across Dom's face and wasting only a minute wondering which interpretation he took from it, brazenly sliding his hand over his crotch to give him one more possibility.
His angle was off, awkwardly twisted and not necessarily promising but damn determined. He couldn't resist joining in the appreciative groan as he weaved his fingers through the buttoned fly, grateful for Dom's ratty ass worn in jeans, blessed with the buttons that fell from their holes with the softest slide of Elijah's hand, even more thankful that it was the only layer he had to get through. His mouth involuntarily watered as he wrapped his fingers around Dom's don't-you-wish-we-weren't-in-the-car-you-greedy-little-fuck cock as he rapidly weighed the risk of just replacing the two, feeling his own swell in sympathy, or hell, envy, as he worked a rough, uneven stroke through the heavy material.
As horribly treacherous as the whole thing felt, he was loving it far too much, knew he would probably pay for the merciless tease he was being once Dom could actually have access to his body, decided it was most likely too late to change any of it and that he should just have his fun. Ran his tongue along the lower shell of Dom's ear, plunging it into that spot just as he rudely pressed his thumb against the damp tip of his cock.
The car jerked, interrupting the all too seductive "ugnnn" that had taken command of the air.
Dom's eyes flew open as he landed a shaky hand on top of the moving bulge in his lap, muttering a pathetic "stop that" even as his deceitful hand pressed harder down, holding Elijah still long enough to make him test his resolve by gently brushing his sticky wet fingers in one last are-you-sure movement, before reluctantly pulling him away, placing both their hands over the visible strain against the zip of Elijah's jeans.
Good God, how long had he been waiting for that? Fucking Dom and his pretentious little snit, surely in some way this was all his fault and Elijah embraced that theory as he laced their over-the-top grasp together and pushed down, lifting his hips and sending his crotch full of jars tumbling to the floor board as the smallest amount of pressure made his eyes lull. This was all that he had wanted, fuck the peanut butter and the games and all the unnecessary bullshit that had only taken time that he didn't have and slapped him across the face with it. This, Dom's normally graceful fingers doing battle with his own as they struggled with the stubborn buckle and button, shaking slightly in their excitement and eager with the itch to feel the familiar heat and weight twitch beneath their grasp, this was the thought that had kept him awake for countless nights, lonely and horny and calling Dom's name into the empty air.
Elijah had let his hand go slack, twisted uncomfortably in his seat attempting to over compensate for the difficult angle Dom was trying to work with, let out a frustrated grunt as his hand slipped for the third time in an unavoidably weak stroke, doing nothing but taunting him even through his concentrated efforts to mentally help him along. Even so, Dom's hand claiming his own and placing it over his teased-solid cock sent a delicious jolt of how-hot-and-bothered-can-I-make-Dom-without-even-touching-him pleasure surging through his body. He hoped like hell that he wasn't misreading it, for the idea alone was bringing him close enough to getting off with only Dom's sloppy groping, let a small smile claim his face as his throaty voice filled his ears.
"I can't Lij, you do it."
Closing his now sweaty palm around him in one final I-would-if-I-could squeeze before pulling away entirely and struggling for a way to watch and drive at the same time.
Elijah let his eyes fall shut, tried for a deep settling breath as he wrapped his fingers just-fucking-right-snug around the very base of his aching to be held erection, shuddering like a virgin with the sweet satisfaction of finally getting the contact he craved, doing anything but calming himself as he slid once in a self perfected move, pushing against his own grasp as he smeared the sticky-thick, God-you've-been-teasing-me-most-of-the-afternoon moisture around the blood flushed head.
His usual host of do-it-yourself images flooded his thoughts, focused and centered around that imperfect mouth, reducing him to a senseless pile of weak-kneed desperation as that perfectly obscene tongue worked its rotten magic. Pulled a now slightly damp hand down, hitting the back of Dom's throat, squeezing Oh-my-God tight as he slid back up, bucking again into his own hold as the idea of Dom between his legs grew stronger, intensified by the usually missing scent of actually having him near dominating the breath-humid air. A sense that sent him spiraling all too quickly into the selfish familiar rhythm, the exhibitionist perversion of hearing Dom's labored breathing mingling with his own and yet remaining so untouchable.
His grip grew irresistibly stronger, forcing his fingers to spread widely as he shamelessly thrust with all the trapped-in-a-car-seat abandon he could muster. And fuck if he didn't whimper, slipping almost silently through his softly parted lips, or maybe that was Dom, for Elijah suddenly realized the car had gone still and he could feel the smoldering gaze consume him, against-the-side-of-his-neck close, only moments before a frantic damp kissed claimed it. Broken by the line of raunchy compliments grunted near his ear in the husky Mancunian accent that always drove him wild.
He was so close, could feel the coil of heat burning in his groin when Dom's hand wrapped itself around his, a startle of cool skin that begged only to be witness not to control as he filled in the spaces Elijah's hand couldn't. And that was enough, once, twice more he pumped, freezing mid-stroke as the violent pleasure surged through his body and spilled over the tangle of hands covering his shuddering cock.
In a helpless act of exhaustion he let his head fall to Dom's shoulder that was so perfectly positioned just for him. Kept his eyes lightly closed as the last of his trembles subsided and curiosity eventually got the better of him. He opened them to find the grey stare he loved so much still burning, Dom's body visibly charged with unspent desire, pressed awkwardly along his side but unmoving, hand still resting protectively over the mess that was Elijah's lap. Considering momentarily before finally pulling it away, raising his cum slick finger to Elijah's still parted lips and gently sliding it in. His reaction was instinctive, closing his tongue around the slightly salty invasion, sucking and pulling until Dom was nearly hissing, quickly slid out and covered Elijah's mouth with his own, plunging his tongue in to follow the path his finger had made. Only breaking away when the need for air became too overwhelming, each panting lightly into the other's cheek.
Elijah couldn't help but smile, mischievous and smug and obviously Dom saw, "I'm still mad at you" even though his feral grin and greedy lips said otherwise, "but maybe I'll let you make it up to me." Almost a whisper as he nipped at Elijah's lower lip one last time before peeling himself away and climbing out of the car.
"Oh, and Lij..." an afterthought, tossed over his shoulder in Elijah's still sedated direction, eyes falling onto the collection of forgotten jars rudely thrown around the floor, "don't forget those."
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