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Look Natural
By Rayna
Pairing: Andrew/Steven
Rating: NC-17
A/N: A mostly true story. They were in a rather compromising position in Andrew's car one morning.
April, 2005
He sat in his car, elbow pressed against the window, hand supporting his drooping head. He was tired--not just physically, but mentally, as well--and it showed in the shadows beneath his eyes and the scuff marks on his shoes. Yawning, scraping a hand down his face in a poor attempt to somehow diminish his sleepiness, he was surprised to hear his passenger side's door being yanked open. He looked over, half-expecting to see the psychotic girl who always seemed to be somewhere near him, but instead meeting the overly-cheerful-so-early-in-the-morning Steven, who was his friend, and who had come to expect something from him every Monday morning.
"Hey." Steven grinned at him, and he smiled dreamily in return. He wasn't really trying to be dreamy, but he was so tired, it was no effort at all to make himself have that droopy-eyed dog look that people seemed to fawn over. "What's up?" asked Steven.
He didn't answer, just shrugged one shoulder and slicked his hair back out of his face. It was still damp from the shower he'd taken earlier, and had hung in tendrils in front of his eyes. He noticed Steven looking at the hair tie he kept in the dashboard, and when Steven's eyes met his, he nodded and put his hair into a ponytail.
No words were spoken as they locked the doors, rolled up the windows, and turned the loudest, heaviest metal they could find up on the stereo. He waited, chewing his bottom lip as he watched Steven unzip his jeans. A quick glance from Steven was all it took--permission granted--and he sunk into the boy's lap, licking his lips to moisten them before taking Steven's cock in his hand and stroking it twice to get it completely hard. Then he let his tongue flicker out to taste, a familiar taste, almost comforting in its musk and salty flavor.
Steven leaned back farther in the seat, breathing deeply through his mouth and trying not to appear as if anything unusual were happening. There were people all around them, but none who cared enough to look into the car. Steven kept his eyes busy, looking everywhere but down; even when he felt those thick lips wrapping around the head of his dick, he still managed to keep his eyes open, though they fluttered at the feeling. Quietly, he breathed out Andrew's name, impatiently wriggling his hips and clenching his fists around the armrests.
Andrew brought his eyes up for a moment before closing them again and slowly bobbing his head up and down along Steven's length. He winced only a little bit when Steven's hand wrapped around his ponytail and shoved him down, and he took a breath to accomodate the cock in his throat without gagging. There wasn't much he could do in his position, so he swallowed. He felt the twitch in the muscles in Steven's thighs, and winced again as Steven yanked him up by his hair. Wiping the escaped strand of spit from the side of his mouth, he waited for Steven to tell him what to do.
"That girl just passed," Steven said breathlessly, shifting his hips. "She was looking."
"She always does," Andrew replied, not particularly caring at the moment. "You want me to finish you?"
"Well, yeah, it might be nice."
Ignoring Steven's condescending tone of voice, he gave a quick look around at the parking lot before going back down and refastening his lips around Steven's cock. He wrapped his lips around the underside of the crown and sucked, swirling his tongue in the opening and sighing through his nose at the soft noises Steven was making. Tiny, closed-mouth whimpers came from the other boy, and he was squirming constantly, chest heaving.
"God, Andrew... Ohh, I'm gonna... Oh! Oh, God, Andrew..." His breath hitched as Andrew started moving his mouth up and down again, sucking hard, tongue working constantly. Steven's hand gripped the ponytail again, moving Andrew himself, and his mouth fell open as he gasped and shot his load down Andrew's throat.
Andrew worked to swallow it all, and managed to do so before Steven's hips collapsed back to the seat and the hold on his hair was relinquished. He pulled away, wiping the corners of his mouth and then checking himself in the mirror to make sure nothing had gotten on him while Steven was catching his breath and tucking himself back into his jeans.
"I'm, uh, gonna go hang around with some more people, okay? See you later." He didn't wait for a response before letting himself out of the door.
Alone, Andrew shut his car off and sighed, the violation and soreness of having no one to care about him ever present and never seeming to lessen in intensity. He took his hair down and ran his fingers through it, then brushed the tangles out and waited for the bell to ring. To all who knew of him, he was quiet, shy, but never gave a reason for anyone to suspect he did what he did in the morning. He had a way of looking natural, and it worked for him.
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