"Does he care about me now all of a sudden?"
The car sliced through the night, the city lights blurring into streaks of colour. Inside, the tension between Minho and Seo-Jun was a palpable thing, thick and heavy in the confined space. Minho, his gaze fixed on the dark streets ahead, wrestled with the implications of Seo-Jun's words. "What did he mean by that? Not in his house... then... Oh! Maybe he means the bar. Yes, we can do it there! In his room! Okay, I can relax now." The thought brought a wave of relief, and he leaned back, a fragile peace settling over him.
But the peace was short-lived. Seo-Jun, after a few more minutes of driving, pulled the car into an empty parking lot, the sudden halt a jolt to Minho's senses. Confusion clouded his features as he scanned the desolate surroundings. Then, Seo-Jun stopped the car, the click of the seatbelt unfastening the only sound in the sudden quiet. He turned, and with a slow, deliberate motion, removed his belt. "Get ready to loosen up." he said, his voice firm, brooking no argument.
Minho flinched, the relief of moments before shattered. "WHAT?! But we are in public! I thought we were going to do it in the bar's room!" he cried, the words a desperate plea.
Seo-Jun sighed, his gaze turning cold, a chilling contrast to the warmth of the car's interior. "It's a 30-minute drive to get there. And... I am already hard." A smirk played on his lips as he gestured to his lower body, a silent command, a blatant display of power that left Minho reeling.
Earlier…
The kiss, a fleeting moment of contact, had ended, and Seo-Jun found himself outside the tent, the air suddenly cooler against his skin. "Ha, it didn't do anything much. I don't really feel different." he thought, attempting to appear unaffected. But his gaze drifted downwards, and he saw the slight twitching of his dick, a physical reaction to the kiss. A smirk touched his lips. "Really? From a kiss? Then... let's see how far we will go with this."
Back in the car, Minho's cheeks were flushed, a blush that betrayed his inner turmoil. "But sir, someone might see us here!" he blurted out, his voice sharp with a mixture of frustration and something else. Seo-Jun, already teetering on the edge of annoyance, responded coldly, "Do you see any other car around?" A quick glance around confirmed their isolation. Seo-Jun's patience had worn thin; the promise of the massage was a powerful draw. "Stop wasting my time." he commanded, his voice clipped.
With a swift movement, he reached out, grabbing Minho's hand and pulling him closer. Minho found himself unceremoniously deposited onto Seo-Jun's lap. He flinched, the blush deepening, a silent testament to his vulnerability. Seo-Jun's smirk returned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Let's see how good you are on top." he said, the single word a command, a challenge, and a promise all rolled into one.
After a few minutes of deep breaths and mental preparation, Minho began to loosen himself up from the back. He started slowly moving his fingers in and out of his ass, yet his cheeks were flushed with a blush that spread quickly across his face. He couldn't help but think, "Why does this feel so incredibly embarrassing? And why is he watching me so intensely?! It's far more embarrassing like this. He's not making it any easier at all... And his dick will soon dig up a hole in my leg." Seo-Jun, indeed, was observing every single move Minho made, his gaze unwavering. His face was a carefully constructed mask of indifference, but internally, he was teetering on the edge, almost consumed by the pleasant, almost overwhelming sensations that were blossoming within his body.
Minho, feeling his embarrassment intensify, looked away, trying to focus on his preparations. But Seo-Jun's control had finally snapped. His hand shot out, finding Minho's hips, and with a decisive pull, drew him closer and pushed his dick straight to his ass. "I think you are ready now." Seo-Jun said, his voice a low, demanding rumble that sent a shiver down Minho's spine.
A choked scream escaped Minho's lips, his blush deepening as he fought to regain his composure and tried to move back and forth to reveal the pain, but it was hard for him. Seo-Jun's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, be the top." he urged, his voice laced with a teasing quality that did little to ease Minho's mounting nerves. A flicker of doubt and frustration crossed Minho's mind. "Does he even know the definition of a top?!"
Seo-Jun, as if reading his thoughts, leaned in, his voice a low whisper against Minho's ear. "Show me what you've got, Tiny." The familiar nickname, a source of both irritation and…something else, ignited a spark of fury in Minho. He glared at Seo-Jun, his expression a mask of controlled anger. Seo-Jun's smirk widened. "I fancy this facial expression of yours the most. It's hot." And with that, he closed the distance, capturing Minho's head in his hands and claiming his lips in a kiss, while fastening the pace of his movements. It was a passionate, long, demanding kiss, one that stole Minho's breath. He didn't pull away, his mind reeling. "He's definitely lost his mind!" But a rebellious thought surfaced, "But right now… I am so in a mood for this…"
Minho's body moved with a newfound intensity, the pressure of his body igniting a response from Seo-Jun. His breaths grew heavier, his body tensing beneath Minho's kisses. Minho's own cheeks flushed, his breath mirroring Seo-Jun's as he continued to move even faster, closer to Seo-Jun's body. Each kiss was deliberate, yet as he moved, his back repeatedly collided with the unforgiving curve of the car's wheel. "It's so tight… in this… fucking car..." he murmured, the words barely audible above their shared breaths. But Seo-Jun, lost in the sensations, didn't react.
Time seemed to melt away as they revealed in the intimacy of the moment. The confines of the car grew stifling, the air thick with heat and the scent of exertion. Sweat slicked their skin, their breaths mingling in the confined space. Finally, after what felt like an eternity and both of them came more than once, Minho collapsed against Seo-Jun's chest, utterly spent. Seo-Jun's smirk returned, a playful glint in his eyes. "You are exhausted? Are you ready to exchange positions?" Minho, barely able to muster a response, managed a slight nod, the exhaustion evident in his every movement.
Seo-Jun's movements were deliberate, yet gentle, as he shifted their positions. Minho settled back into the seat, but before he could fully recline, Seo-Jun's hand shot out, catching the back of his head. It was an unexpected gesture, a silent act of care. Minho looked up, confusion clouding his features as Seo-Jun, his breath ragged, explained, "The seat is hard. It might cause you a headache. My hand will stay there." His tone brooked no argument, his eyes fixed on the sex ahead.
He pushed his dick in Minho's ass hard again, his movements deliberate. Minho was reeling, his mind struggling to catch up. "What? Why is he doing all of this? Does he care about me now all of a sudden?" But the questions faded as Seo-Jun's intensity increased. Minho's breath hitched, his grip tightening on Seo-Jun's hand that cradled his head. "Seo-Jun... please… slow down a bit… Seo-Jun..." he managed to gasp, his voice barely audible. Without a word, without even looking up, Seo-Jun eased his pace, his lips finding the curve of Minho's chest.
"He slowed down... he listened to me?! What's with him?! He has been acting strange from the moment he got on the racetrack. And he came a lot more times than usual… I feel so full right now … but at this pace he is hitting the spot that feels good… It's feels fucking amazing, and his hand is still holding my head…" Minho thought, indulging himself in the pleasurable moment.
However, Seo-Jun was a mess, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, his movements jerky. And after a few minutes, he pulled back, nearly collapsing onto Minho but caught himself on the seat. His heavy breathing filled the car, and concern flooded Minho. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with slight worry. Seo-Jun, without turning, straightened his body, his voice sharp. "Yes, let's go home now."
Minho clutched the sign, the harsh edges of the seat digging into his palms. He retreated to the passenger seat, the fluorescent glow of the sign reflecting in his wide eyes as Seo-Jun reclaimed the driver's seat. A knot of confusion and worry twisted in Minho's gut. "He pulled back so fast, and now he wants to go home... Something is not right..." The words echoed in his mind, a silent alarm. The engine roared to life, shattering the brief moment of stillness. They glided onto the dark streets, the city lights blurring into streaks of colour. The silence in the car was heavy as neither of them spoke, the unspoken tension hanging between them like a fragile thread.