Work Text:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
What he was seeing didn’t make any sense. He turned the large sheaf of paper in his hands. All it did was make the various symbols look even more confusing. It also protested his actions by making an annoying crinkling noise. When he spoke a moment later, he was more thinking out loud then anything. “I think we’re lost.”
The response that sounded was immediate. It also radiated confidence. That didn’t mean he was convinced. “We’re not lost. We’re fine.”
The map in front of his face was abruptly lowered. It made a horrible crunching sound, much louder than before, that he chose to ignore. His attention was on the stretch of road ahead. They were still on the freeway. He was sure of that much. What was disconcerting was that they’d hadn’t seen another car in over an hour. On both sides of the road were tall trees. They towered over them like guardians of nature, protecting what was beyond from the encroaching modern world.
In the distance on all sides, he could see mountains or their shadowy outline. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. In the darkness of late evening, it left the heavy snow looking gray. That was it. There was nothing else. Not even a road sign. The last one they’d seen about five minutes ago was for a mile marker. It was a good thing he’d gone to the bathroom at the last rest stop. He hadn’t seen a sign for that in at least a half-hour.
With a huff of breath, he restated the obvious. “Yeah, we’re lost.”
The comment got him a quick glance. “We’re not lost.”
He frowned at his boyfriend’s stubbornness. They clearly were. Trying to argue the point was useless, so he focused instead on trying to refold the map. It didn’t go so well. He gave up on it fairly quickly. This resulted in the map bulging weirdly in its fold when he shoved it back into the glove box. The annoyed look it was thrown by Peter was ignored.
Once his hands were free, he retrieved his phone from the center console. It came on immediately. His gaze immediately went to the top of the device. That was the furthest he got before replacing it with a sigh. “We still don’t have an internet connection.” They’d lost the GPS about an hour ago. It was the only reason he’d been fooling around with the map. He was marveling at them being somewhere this remote when his boyfriend speaking caught his attention.
“I swear, kids these days, so spoiled.”
The frown he sent his boyfriend’s way was severe. “I’m not a kid.”
His protest was ignored as Peter continued in a light tone. “What would they do without their phone or the internet or their fancy coffees.”
At the comment, his eyebrow went up mildly. “You spend more on coffee than I do.” This was also ignored.
“It’s a good thing you have me to rely on if you can’t even read a map.” There was a smug smile on the other man’s face that had his frown deepening.
“Okay wise guy, if you’re so smart, where are we?”
At the question, his boyfriend’s head dipped down slightly as he looked out of the windshield. It looked as though Peter was taking in their surroundings. “We’re in Missouri.”
The answer had him rolling his eyes. “That’s helpful.”
He noted begrudgingly that the smile was back on his companion’s lips. “I knew it would be.”
There was a beat of a pause before he continued. The mild frustration in his voice had to be obvious. “Seriously Peter, what are we going to do?”
He was thrown another quick glance. It was enough to see reassurance in his boyfriend’s gaze. “We’re going to keep driving. Eventually we’ll hit civilization.” When they fell into a momentary silence, it felt weighted. It was broken by Peter continuing in a soothing voice. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Despite himself, the words as well as the tone, had the tension sliding out of his muscles.
“What if we’re going in the wrong direction? I only have two weeks off for winter break. I don’t want to waste any of it on the road.” There was a beat of a pause before his boyfriend responded. He could tell underneath the wait was some hesitation. This made him a little nervous as to what the other man might be getting ready to say.
“I wanted to fly. You were the one who wanted to take a road trip.”
In an instant, he was annoyed. The phrasing probably didn’t help. “Sue me for wanting to spend some time with you. We haven’t seen each other in months.” His agitated words had one of Peter’s hands leaving the steering wheel to land on his thigh. The touch tightened into a squeeze once it settled.
“I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too. It doesn’t bother me if we have to take a detour. We’ll get where we need to go. I just don’t want you to stress over it. You already have enough on your mind at school.”
What he was hearing, the sound of Peter’s voice, the touch of his hand had everything inside of him calming. It worried him sometimes how quickly the other man could do that. He’d never experienced it before and it was a little overwhelming at times. For the most part though it just felt wonderful. The hand on his thigh was gently taken into his own grip. He wrapped his fingers around his boyfriend’s palm gently before turning his wrist to thread their fingers together. As soon as his hold was solid, he replaced both of their hands on his thigh.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just what you said had a serious, ‘I told you so’ undertone.”
The hand in his squeezed his briefly. He was also sent a quick glance. There was a look in Peter’s eyes like regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I promise.”
Lifting the hand in his own, he gave it a lingering kiss. “Okay.” With that, the slight tension in the car dissipated. They settled into silence for a while, both apparently lost in their own thoughts. All the while, he held Peter’s hand, enjoying their ability to be close. It was his boyfriend who eventually broke into the silence.
“Are you staying with your dad the first night you’re back in town?”
He nodded easily. It felt like the thing to do even though he knew the other man probably hadn’t seen the movement. “Yeah, he’s working the day shift. It should give us a chance to catch up.” He paused momentarily, his gaze sliding over to Peter’s profile. “You could stay the night if you want.”
That had his boyfriend releasing a huff of a laugh. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The answer was one he expected. That didn’t mean he wanted to let it rest. “Why not? My Dad won’t mind.” He could tell from the expression that settled on Peter’s face that he wasn’t convinced.
“I don’t want to intrude. The two of you deserve some time alone to catch up.”
Here he interjected gently. “You wouldn’t be intruding. You’re always welcome. You know that.”
The reassurance had his boyfriend pausing momentarily. There was a look on his face that was considering. “I still think some time alone would be a good idea. I can always stay over another night.”
He was debating just what to say on that when the other man continued. There was some definite teasing in his tone. “Besides, we both know your dad doesn’t love having me stay over.”
The statement had him immediately protesting. “That’s not true. He’s never had an issue with it. The fact that you cook us both breakfast has definitely earned you brownie points.”
There was a sly smile on the other man’s face now. “I need those brownie points. We rarely ever just sleep when I stay over. I have no doubt your father is aware of that.”
He thought about that for a moment. There was often an uncomfortable tension at the breakfast table when Peter stayed over. This whole time he’d believed it had to do with their shared history. It had taken a lot for his father to even be remotely alright with them dating. He could understand that. There had been a part of him that was also hesitant at first. No part of him had believed though that he could ever be this happy. “Are you sure? We’re always super quiet.”
His question earned him a soft chuckle. The reaction confused him somewhat. “I’m sure. The noises we make, or don’t make, isn’t the problem. It's the look on your face when you come downstairs.”
What he was hearing had him jerking in place. His eyes widened even as he blinked rapidly with his surprise. “The look on my face.”
In an instant, the smile on Peter’s face turned smugly satisfied. “It’s hard to describe but the word blissful comes to mind.”
His face turned crimson in about a second. At the same time, he let loose a moan that sounded tortured. The sound was followed up by him burying his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder. When he spoke, his horrified words were muffled. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
There was humor in Peter’s response. It made him want to smack him upside the head. “I thought you knew.” He leaned up enough to glare at the other man’s profile. When he didn’t say anything, his boyfriend continued in that same aggravating tone. “I really did.”
With a gusty sigh, he leaned back down. There was a voice in his head that said he was hiding. He kindly told that voice to take a hike. “That’s it. We can never have sex again.”
The horror in Peter’s voice when he spoke once more had a part of him darkly satisfied. It served him right for never telling him this mortifying information. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
He mumbled noncommittally before attempting actual speech. “No, not really. Maybe a lesson in sex ed.”
The next question that came his way sounded like it held some laughter. “How does that qualify as sex ed?”
He had an answer ready. Whether this surprised the other man or not, was unknown. “Not divulging important information can lead to abstinence.”
This time the laughter Peter was fighting off was strong enough to mildly reverberate into where he was hiding. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
They fell into silence at that point. Why that was on Peter’s end, he didn’t know. As for his own part, he needed a moment to recover. It was only when he started to feel groggy that he pulled away. The hand he’d captured earlier stayed in his grip even as he slumped back into his seat. He lifted his other hand to slide slowly over the back of his boyfriend’s hand. It was on its second journey when Peter spoke up softly. “Will you stay at my place when the Sheriff is on night shift?”
There wasn’t a doubt about that. He let loose a hum in the affirmative. In the ensuing silence, he slumped even further into his seat.
“Are you tired?” The question was said in a low soft voice. “You can sleep if you want.”
Although the offer was tempting, he automatically shook his head. He didn’t want to sleep until he knew where they were. “No, that’s okay. I’m not that tired.”
The hand in his grip squeezed his hand gently. “If you change your mind, I won’t be upset.”
He was about to offer up some reassurance when the car started to shake. In tandem, they both looked toward the dash. Without thought, his hand released his grip on the other man’s hand. It pulled away at the same time, so that Peter could grip the steering wheel with both hands. The shaking got worse. After giving the empty roadway a cursory glance, Peter pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road.
They barely made it before the engine died completely. This prompted his boyfriend to turn the key in the ignition. It made a low grind as the engine tried to start. When that did nothing, Peter tried again with the same result. The third attempt only produced a low electric whine. They both sat there for a moment looking at the key in the ignition. It was Peter who finally broke the new silence. The tone of his voice was resigned.
“Of course. This is what I get for using a rental.”
He mumbled out a response, although it wasn’t really necessary. “Normally rentals are pretty reliable.”
Neither of them said anything else. The predicament they were in had him remembering his phone. With slightly rushed movements, he retrieved it from the center console. When his lock screen lit up, his worst fears were confirmed. “I still don’t have a signal.” He replaced his phone only to grab Peter’s resting nearby. “Neither do you.” The phone was lowered even as he looked up at his boyfriend’s profile. “What are we going to do?” They were in the middle of nowhere. They had no cell service. It was already freezing out and of course it had just started to snow.
His lax fingers didn’t protest Peter taking away the phone. It was replaced in the console before his boyfriend sent him a gentle smile. “We’re going to get some sleep.”
The answer had his eyes widening. “What?”
His hand was taken into his boyfriend’s grip and given a reassuring squeeze. “There’s nothing else we can do tonight. In the morning, there should be more traffic.”
What he was hearing had him horrified. It had his voice going up in volume unintentionally. “Are you crazy? We’re doing nothing? That’s your solution.”
His response got him an eyebrow lift. “We’re sleeping. That’s something.” There was an edge of sarcasm to the words that had him frowning.
“In case you haven’t noticed it’s snowing. The car won’t start. We could very well die out here.”
This concern was brushed aside far more easily than he would have liked. “We’ll be fine. It’s only about 45 degrees outside. We’re both wearing multiple layers and your heavy blanket is in the backseat. If we bundle up it shouldn’t be a problem.”
He looked at the other man like he'd lost his mind. “It shouldn’t be a problem? I have no desire to die in my sleep.” When he was sent a small smile it had his eyebrows furrowing together.
“I would never let that happen. If you get too cold, I’ll just shift. I’m hot in any form.” The double entendre had Peter’s eyebrows doing a quick double jump.
“Oh, ha ha. You’re hilarious. What happens if someone sees you as a wolf?”
What he got for his concern was a shrug. “Just tell them I’m a dog.”
He sent the other man a sweet smile. “In other words, tell them the truth.”
The retort had his boyfriend playing at being offended. “You wound me, my love.”
He only harrumphed in response.
This seemed to be enough to have Peter moving off the subject. “Trust me. It’s going to be okay.”
There was a part of him that softened at the words. It was his doubt, however, that kept him silent. He watched silently as Peter removed his seatbelt and gracefully maneuvered his way into the backseat. It was only when his boyfriend was settled behind the driver seat that he held out a hand.
“Will you join me, darling?”
The smile was so gallant, so charming. It shouldn’t have had the effect that it did. He was in trouble and he’d known it from the start. With a sigh, he reached out to allow the other man to grip his hand. It helped to guide him into the backseat. His attempt to clear the front seat was far less elegant. In a bit of a tumble of limbs he found himself sitting next to Peter on the center section of the back seat. He looked around them mildly. “How are we going to do this?”
The question had his boyfriend leaning past him to grab the nearby blanket. He took it in visually as it went past his chest. Currently it was neatly folded into a perfect square. The plaid pattern on it was a dark green and blue with subtle touches of black. He knew it to be large, very soft and incredibly warm. It had been a gift from his dad years ago. It was also his favorite blanket. He’d left it in the backseat earlier, on top of his duffle bag, in case he’d gotten too cold. Now he was grateful for the foresight.
“Lie down.”
He looked around himself in question. “There isn’t enough room for both of us.”
Suddenly there was a hand on his lower back, moving in a slow stroke. “When we go to sleep, I’ll lay down on my back and you can sleep on my chest. I just want to get you warmed up first.”
The arrangement wasn’t brought into protest. It wouldn’t bother Peter to hold his weight. There was a part of him that still felt bad but he knew that the werewolf could easily do that for days. Now that he knew what his boyfriend was planning, he started to stretch out on his back. It was a little awkward. He didn’t really have room to lie prone until Peter stood up. It left the other man sort of half standing and hovering over his body.
Once he was settled, Peter straddled his hips. The contact had him flushing pleasantly. He watched as his boyfriend twisted his upper body around to retrieve the blanket. It was shaken open. This is when it got awkward again. There was a bit of adjustment needed for Peter to lie down and for the blanket to cover both of their forms. By the time his boyfriend was done, their faces were only inches apart.
“Are you comfortable?”
The soft question had him really thinking about the answer. Although he could absolutely feel the other man’s body, it was obvious that his boyfriend was supporting most of his own weight. All around them the blanket started to warm up. He was also warming up as the seconds slid past. It felt downright cozy. When he responded, his voice slid out softly on an exhalation of breath. “Yes.”
There was a small smile sent his way. “Good.”
They didn’t speak further. All they did was look at one another. His gaze was half-lidded, soft with affection and the returning pull of sleep. In counter, his boyfriend’s gaze was intent. It slid over his face like Peter was trying to map everything he could. When the distance between them disappeared, he wasn’t surprised in the least. He’d been able to see the desire in Peter’s eyes long before he’d moved. The kiss that touched down on his lips was featherlight. It landed only to withdraw a moment later. This first kiss was quickly followed by a second. The new kiss ended to bring about another. He smiled slightly as his boyfriend drank from his lips, stealing fleeting kisses in a whisper soft caress.
At the retreat, his head tipped up, encouraging his boyfriend’s lips to return. Eventually he couldn’t help voicing his pleasure at the touch. “Peter.” It was just a whisper of his lover’s name. Yet it held everything he felt in its form. The kiss deepened at its issuance, Peter’s hand lifting to cup the right side of his face. There was a fragility to the touch. As though his lover was touching something that he treasured. It had him shivering in what could only be pleasure.
The feeling was still sliding through him when a hand settled on his chest. There wasn’t any real pressure to the touch but it felt weighted with intention. It rested directly over his pectoral, the fingers spread wide to encompass it almost entirely. The hand gently massaged its handhold. The layers of fabric he was wearing didn’t seem to matter. With each slow firm motion his growing arousal ratcheted higher. He found himself starting to pant into the kiss. All his boyfriend did was breathe in his breath slowly. The hand slowly ceased its movement only to start sliding downward.
It was at this point that he pulled away from the kiss. There was a dampness on his lips that he tried valiantly to ignore. He let his tongue quickly swipe his bottom lip, wanting to chase his boyfriend’s lingering taste. The small movement had Peter’s gaze flicking downward momentarily.
“What are you doing?” His soft question ended on a gasp. It was unavoidable now that the hand was on his wavering stomach. With a quick dip downward, his lover brushed another brief kiss over his lips.
“I’m touching you.”
The answer was so simple and still so very complicated. He was suddenly aware, way too aware, of their current predicament. “We can’t. No room.”
This only had the other man’s lips quirking up in a wicked smile. It had a breath shuddering out of his mouth. “I think you’re underestimating my critical thinking skills.”
The words made sense. He knew they did and yet his brain couldn’t seem to translate them. “Huh?”
His vague slightly confused answer had his boyfriend letting loose a little chuckle. In the next moment, the other man was leaning down to bury his face in his neck. The kisses that landed there had him arching back his neck. This in turn had Peter groaning like he was dying. He whimpered softly when the hand moved lower. The whimper turned into a hiss a moment later. His hands fiercely griped Peter’s biceps even as his hips jerked upward. None of this deterred the hand now lightly massaging his half-hard erection. The direct touch had him fully hardening within seconds.
“Peter.” His voice was breathy when he spoke, desperate. It had the other man lightly nipping his chin. He let loose a whine that was embarrassing. “We can’t. Anyone…” The words cut off as he issued a half-aborted gasp. With effort, he picked them back up a moment later. “Anyone…anyone could see us.” This was honestly a genuine concern. He had no desire to get arrested or to get a lecture from a cop. It would be doubly embarrassing considering his desired career track.
The hand on him rubbed him a little harder even as Peter leaned up. He sought out his boyfriend’s gaze. It seemed to be the only prompting Peter needed to respond. “I’ll be able to hear any vehicle long before it gets close enough to be an issue.” There was a pause then as they looked at one another. It was broken by his lover leaning down to lightly kiss his jaw. When the touch retreated, Peter spoke again softly. “Trust me.”
That was all it took to have him folding like a house of cards. He tightened his grip on the other man’s arms and pushed his hips up toward his hand. “Yeah.” The low breathy confirmation was all that was needed to have Peter’s lips crashing down onto his mouth.
They kissed frantically for a moment, as though they’d never be able to kiss each other again. It was strange to him for a fleeting second, how desperate they were for one another. Although it was true they’d been apart for months, the minute Peter had come to pick him up from college they’d been all over each other. They’d taken their time on the road too. This had meant at least one night in a hotel room. As soon as they’d had access to a bed, they’d put it to good use. None of that seemed to matter. They were desperate for each other’s touch.
His mind blanked out suddenly when Peter sucked on his tongue. That was all it took for him to abandon any thought entirely. It wasn’t really that important. The hand at his groin pulled open the button on his jeans. When it was loose, a quick tug had the zipper splaying open quickly. He moaned at the feeling. His hands loosened only to skim aimlessly on the other man’s torso. After some exploration, his right hand curled over a shoulder blade and the left pressed lightly into Peter’s stomach. There was an urge in him to go lower, to start to undo the beige slacks. In the end, it was not knowing Peter’s plan that stayed his touch.
The hand at his waist, pulled the jeans open further and tugged down the front of his boxers. With gentle maneuvering, he felt his erection pulled free of his clothing. He couldn’t help choking on his intake of air. It had Peter’s hand wrapping around it immediately. There wasn’t a stroking implemented just that same maddening massaging. The attention had him leaking pre-come in about a second. He knew the minute that his boyfriend realized this because the fingers on him lifted enough to quickly slide over the tip. Even as he cried softly into their kiss, the hand around him gave him a gentle stroke.
It was in that moment that his resistance broke. Both of his hands fell down quickly to the other man’s waist. They settled at his waistband and quickly started to open the trousers. He didn’t worry about being gentle. That was sure to get him a lecture later about damaging Peter’s expensive clothes. It wouldn’t be a serious complaint but it would no doubt still come up. At the moment, he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to get his hands on his boyfriend, to feel his heavy erection in his hands. He got his wish but just slightly. The second his hand wrapped around his lover’s erection the kiss ended. It left him feeling dazed.
“What…?” His hand was gently pried away. “Peter?”
The question earned him a kiss on the cheek. When words followed, they sounded breathy. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You feel amazing. I just have other plans.”
His hand was released. It was tempting to put it back right where it had been. With effort, he forced himself to grip a strong hip instead. There was a small shift as his boyfriend leaned further over his chest. He looked up, wondering what the other man was doing. His eyes squinted with confusion at seeing Peter rummaging through his duffle bag.
This observation quickly became boring. He decided to pass the time by kissing along his lover’s shoulder. The fabric under his lips was soft. His movement had Peter’s scent drifting to his nose. Despite the hours on the road, the other man smelled incredible. Letting his hands wander, they met in the middle of Peter’s lower back, both of them rubbing soothing strokes along his sides. There was another shift in position. It brought them face to face again. A quick firm kiss was pressed onto his lips. He’d just started to open his mouth when his lover pulled away.
“Couldn’t wait, could you darling? I love that about you. How eager you are.”
There was a part of him that wanted to argue. Hadn’t he just controlled himself enough to not take Peter’s erection into both of his hands? It was the knowledge that he desperately wanted to that kept him silent. The hands returned to his waist to start pulling down the material on his hips. This was confusing enough to have him speaking up. “What are you doing?”
He got a saucy grin for his efforts. “I’m touching you.”
His expression clearly said that Peter was being ridiculous. “Yeah, I got that. I mean why are you trying to get me naked?”
There was a considering look on the other man’s face. It was obvious he was being teased. “The question isn’t really why, it’s more why wouldn’t I.”
At the non-answer, you threw his head back as much as he could with a gusty sigh. “You are ridiculous. I mean, why are you trying to get me naked right now? I thought you were trying to keep me warm.”
His response earned him another soft kiss. When the contact ended, his boyfriend hovered close for a moment, a small gently teasing smile on his lips. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. By the time we’re done, you’ll be flushed from head to toe.” As if to prove Peter right, his cheeks darkened with a sudden blush. It had a sly smile settling onto his boyfriend’s face. “And technically I’m only trying to get you half-naked.” The words were followed up with a tiny peck on his lips. “I would appreciate your cooperation dearest.”
They didn’t use that nickname. Not to mention the other man’s tone was all wrong. It had him responding in kind. “I will punch you in the kidneys.”
His faux threat had a wide amused smile breaking out on his boyfriend’s face. The smile was quickly accompanied by a chuckle even as his lover spoke in a soft voice. “My delicate flower.”
All he did was roll his eyes.
The break in conversation had Peter leaning down to kiss his neck. One of his hands automatically came up to wrap around the other man’s neck loosely. This time when the hands tried to tug down his pants, he lifted his hips as much as he could in the minimal space. He flushed slightly at feeling his bare skin connecting with the rougher fabric of the car cushion. The material was abandoned only for his boyfriend to start to lean up.
“Alright, sweetheart. I’m going to lift up as much as I can. I want you to turn onto your stomach.”
His hesitation was immediately back. Feeling awkward, he brought up his problem. “I uh don’t want to stain the car seat.” It took everything he had not to cringe. In his head it had sounded bad. As it turns out, hearing it said out louder was infinitely worse. His distraction from the feeling fled when the other man held up a piece of fabric.
“I got this to put under your waist.”
The declaration had his eyebrow shooting up sharply. “That’s my shirt.”
It didn’t even get a glance from his boyfriend as Peter countered. “My suitcase is in the trunk. I couldn’t very well get one of my shirts.”
He frowned at the statement. It might be true but that was beside the point. “I don’t want to stain it.” His concern was met with his boyfriend leaning down to give him a soft lazy kiss. By the time Peter pulled away, he was blinking uncomprehendingly.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
He let loose a tortured groan.
This prompted the other man to continue. “It’s not even one of your favorites. Just a plain sleep shirt.”
With a grumble, he gave up the fight. “Fine.” The smile that emerged on Peter’s face almost had him changing his mind on principle. What he did instead was bring up another issue. “We don’t have any lube.” His reasonable concern died a swift death.
Without saying a word, his boyfriend held up a bottle with a smile. It was given a little back and forth shake for effect.
He frowned slightly with a sigh. “I know I’m going to regret this in the morning.” The words were still being spoken even as he tried to roll onto his stomach.
“I can promise you that you won’t.”
A shiver traveled through him at the dark promise in his lover’s voice. He managed to get onto his side before Peter leaned forward enough to place the shirt. As soon as the other man retreated, he shifted onto the seat until he was lying on his stomach. The familiar weight of Peter’s body settled onto his back. His breath shuddered out at feeling his boyfriend’s hard erection nestling onto his backside.
There were two hands suddenly on his shoulder blades. They dug into his muscles lightly. He groaned as the tension was rubbed out of his shoulders. After a few deep rubs, one of the hands slid up to his neck. It dug in there lightly for a brief time. The hands then swept down his back, pressing in and massaging at random. They settled on his arms as the other man leaned down over his back. Both hands slid down both of his arms gently. The movement was coupled with Peter kissing the back of his neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
He blushed brightly at the compliment. There was an accompanying flutter in his stomach. His breath hitched when his lover’s hips rolled forward. Without thought, his hips lifted to meet the movement. The slight press back had his erection rubbing against the shirt noticeably. There was the sharp sound of a cap being opened. It had him panting heavily. The weight on him shifted only to lift away slightly. He didn’t like it even if he knew it was necessary. There was the feeling of a slick finger running along his skin. It dipped down into that hidden place without pause and settled to circle teasingly around his guardian muscle. He groaned while simultaneously hiking up his hips. There was a hand on his hip suddenly. It held him in place with a firm grip. The restriction had him biting into his lower lip.
His attention flung outward without the physical control. He was suddenly acutely aware of the ache in his chest. His nipples were taunt little points, eager for a touch. The fabric covering his body prevented such a thing. It was disappointing enough to have him wanting to cry out. Despite his efforts to contain it, the sound slipped out anyway when Peter’s finger sunk inside. He moaned as it started up a gentle thrusting. The pace of it was steady. It twisted around inside unerringly, pressing into his interior walls with precision. He found his hands clawing at the seat he rested on. During one of its perfect thrusts, the finger was joined by another with flawless synergy. The added pressure had him moaning again, a little louder this time.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
He panted momentarily unable to find the breath to speak. When he could finally manage it, the result was somewhat weak. “Yes.”
It didn’t seem to matter. The single word was enough to have his lover leaning down to kiss his cheek. This changed the angle of his fingers slightly and he found himself trying to thrust back onto them eagerly. The pace didn’t change at his show of satisfaction. What it did do though was have another finger sliding into place. He shuddered at the added pressure. His loose lips allowed moan after moan to slip out unabated. The hold he had on the seat cushion worsened. Unbidden his hips twitched in an attempt to thrust.
“Are you ready for more, my darling?”
He didn’t even have to think about the answer. It spilled out with an eagerness that would be embarrassing if he cared about anything currently. “Yes, Peter. Yes. Please.” The fingers withdrew with a soft squelch. He whimpered into his bicep at the loss.
“Shh, easy sweetheart. Just another moment now.”
His muscles loosened at the soft soothing words. There was that sharp snap again. It promised pleasure that had him trembling lightly. He felt the tip of Peter’s erection settle again his entrance. That was all it took to have him arching his hips. At least he tried to. In an instant the restrictive hold had returned. He probably would have whined in distress if he could. The ability to speak or think or make a sound disappeared the moment the other man started to press inside. It felt amazing, perfect. He let his mouth drop open in an agonized sort of bliss.
The seconds slid by slowly as the sizeable erection encouraged his muscles to accommodate its shape. They stretched and flexed and rippled in their surrender. He could only float along mindlessly buoyed by euphoria. With a small sigh, his lover settled inside to the hilt. Automatically he squeezed down. In truth, his muscles weren’t ready yet for such an action. It didn’t mean he could stop himself from feeling every inch that Peter had to give. The action had his boyfriend panting heavily against his neck. What little distance was between them was suddenly gone. There was an intake of breath against his skin and two hands skimming his sides.
“You feel amazing.”
He responded in a dazed breathy voice. “So do you.” It was true. No matter how many times they did this it always felt mind-blowing. The kiss at his neck became kisses. They slid into sucking kisses with nipping thrown in. As good as it felt, he needed more. He felt like he was going to lose his mind. “Move, please.”
His desperation was plain in his voice. It didn’t surprise him when his lover immediately picked up on the tone. The touch to his neck withdrew as the other man leaned away slightly. He felt the loss but was grateful for what it meant. There was a small shuffle of adjustment. Next to his sides, the cushion dipped down. He didn’t have a visual but believed Peter was using it to support his weight. In a slow deliberate movement, his lover withdrew slowly. It had him letting lose a long-drawn-out moan. The retreat wasn’t enough for the them to separate but he could tell Peter had pulled out to the tip. Unlike the withdrawal, the slide back in was much faster. He cried out softly at the sensation.
There was another shift. It had his lover’s body hovering a little more closely over his back. The angle of the next thrust was altered due to the change. He was grateful it didn’t actually make a difference. There was some aggression behind the thrusts now. It wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to hurt but it did show him clearly that his desperation was shared. The angle was a little strange. He knew why that was.
In the car they had limited range of motion. To his right, Peter’s leg was wedged into the seat. To his left, Peter’s other leg kept slipping off the seat into the footrest. It made the angle of his thrusts slightly crooked. He didn’t care. The pleasure soaring through his veins climbed higher with every heavy thrust. There were prickles of sensation down his arms.
His hard nipples ached terribly. With each thrust, his hips flew upward and the muscles in his upper thighs tightened. His heavy erection throbbed and leaked copiously. It was sensitive now to almost the point of pain. The shirt had become an instrument of his torture, giving him just that added touch of friction. All of it was so much. He wanted it to never end. He wanted to come if only to find some sort of relief from the building pressure. His right hand flew out to slam into the car door. The action was followed by an agonized cry.
“Please! Please, Peter, please.” The handhold gave him better leverage. He used it to slam his hips back into his lover’s hips with more force.
“What do you want, Stiles?”
At the question, he frantically shook his head. “I don’t know!” His answer was loud, it was desperate and it contained a building whine. He sobbed at his inability to answer. Another second later, his head flew back with a scream. The next thrust inward had slammed directly into his prostate. It had him going sightless instantly. He hadn’t remotely recovered when the next thrust landed in the same place.
There was a noise sliding out of his throat. It took him a few seconds to realize it was a moan. The sound of it was low and draw out like a specter. He marveled at it peripherally. In the part of his mind that could still think. Everything else in his mind was blank. His entire body was alight with an overload of pleasure. Out of seemingly nowhere, he felt the need to shout. It rang out short and sharp. The sound ended only for him to arch sharply.
“Peter!”
He didn’t realize he was coming at first. It was so overwhelming he couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He sunk back down into his body only to feel it wracked with pleasure. His limbs were shaking. The muscles of his thighs were pulled taunt. In the confines of his boots, his toes curled and flexed. At some point, his lover had reached under him to wrap the shirt more thoroughly around his erection. It was getting completely soaked. He could feel it. The way his still throbbing erection was messily and aggressively pushing his offering into the soft fabric.
Now that he was more aware, his ridged posture collapsed. He sobbed softly even as the shirt further dampened. The hand abandoned its post at his waist a short time later. Both of his hips were seized by tight hands. This touch of aggression was the only warning he got. In the next instant, Peter was delivering deep hard thrusts. He laid there docilly while he still softly sobbed. The only effort he made was wearily keeping his hips tilted upward. It would be anytime now. He knew his lover well enough to recognize the end was fast approaching.
The movement rocked him slightly on the seat. There was a part of him that enjoyed it even with the rest of him feeling deeply over sensitized. He let loose a hiccupping gasp at a particularly inelegant thrust. It was followed up with a deep rumbling growl. The warmth that flooded into his body wasn’t a surprise. This was something he’d always loved. His eyes were still damp and his breath was still unsteady. Even so, that didn’t stop him from lifting his hips.
In no time at all, he was filled to overflowing. It gushed out of him copiously. As it slid down the inside of his thighs, he found himself hoping that his boyfriend had accounted for this too. There was suddenly a heavy weight on his back. A kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. He smiled as much from that as from the ragged breath sliding over his cheek.
“Love you.”
The words said with such ease had him smiling again. When he responded his tone was as soft as a feather. “I love you too.”
He held still as Peter started to pepper the side of his face with gentle kisses. It was relaxing. As it turns out, it was too relaxing.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart. Not yet.” The tone of his lover’s voice was steadier. He wondered suddenly if he’d dozed off. “Lie still. I’m going to pull out.” With that announcement, the weight at his back disappeared. He missed it right away. The actual separation of their bodies had him frowning. There was suddenly a soft fabric rubbing over his skin. He flushed at realizing Peter was cleaning him up. Considering their limited resources though he wasn’t about to complain. The fabric was removed some indeterminate amount of time later. “Does that feel alright?” He automatically knew what he meant. Was the cleanup good enough.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” The acknowledgement didn’t feel like enough but he was having a hard time simply staying awake.
A kiss landed on his shoulder in answer. There was a slight shuffling. The sound ended only for his clothes to be pulled back into place. “Are you ready to move?”
He gave a little elevated hum in question. It had the other man sounding slightly amused when he continued. “You’re going to sleep on my chest, remember.”
The reminder had him groaning slightly. He really didn’t want to move. Knowing it was needed had him leaning up onto his side. The next several minutes passed with them shuffling into position. By the time they were done, both of them were panting and he’d managed to elbow Peter three times. Now that they were settled, the blanket once again tucked around them, he was bone tired. “I’m sorry I almost hit you in the face.” His cheek was mashed into his boyfriend’s chest but thankfully what he’d said wasn’t too muffled.
The chuckle his apology produced had him moving gently. “It’s okay. I know it wasn’t intentional.” A kiss slid softly into his hair. When his boyfriend next spoke, he could feel Peter’s lips moving against his hair. “Are you warm?”
At the question, he snuggled closer although it wasn’t necessary. His answer was proceeded by a yawn. “Yes.”
What he got for his efforts was another kiss. “Good. Get some sleep, darling. I’ll keep us both safe.”
The response had his eyebrows pulling together with concern. “You need to sleep too.”
His concern had his boyfriend’s hand on his back moving in a soothing stroke. “Don’t worry. I can monitor us and sleep. It’s a werewolf trait that’s instinctual.” The hand lifted then to move through his hair. “Now go to sleep.” Although it was a command, it was a gentle one. That’s probably why he didn’t think to argue. It was being surrounded by Peter though that made it an easy prompting to follow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He squinted. The room around him was too bright. Why were his curtains open? He never slept with them open. When he shifted slightly, it made him aware of the clothes he was wearing. That was all it took for his mind to catch up. They were on a road trip. The car had broken down. It had led to camping out in the backseat which had led to more. He was aware enough to realize that Peter was no longer close. They’d fallen asleep with him perched on Peter’s solid chest. What he felt under him now was clearly the backseat cushion. With some reluctance, he slowly blinked his eyes open. As it turned out, locating his boyfriend took very little effort. His gaze was fixed straight ahead. It gave him a clear view of his wayward lover in the driver’s seat.
“Peter.” He croaked out the name. The sound of it was terrible but it drew his boyfriend’s gaze as intended. He was sent a small smile.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
What approximated a smile touched on his face. He wasn’t really awake enough yet for conversation. Still, he was going to try to muster through. “Good morning. Why are you up there?” In other words, why wasn’t he snuggled up with him. The soft blanket cocoon he was in was still warm. That didn’t mean he wasn’t missing his lover’s presence.
“I didn’t want to wake you up.”
For the first time, he realized that Peter’s hair looked damp. With a frown, he groggily pushed himself upright. He reached out to touch his boyfriend’s head even as he spoke. “Why is your hair wet?” The moment his fingertips made contact a spike of ice went through his body. It had him quickly moving his hand down to feel Peter’s cheek. “Why are you so cold?” There was clear worry in his voice. He didn’t trust the ease on the werewolf’s face. His lover tended to downplay injuries.
“I’ve been outside. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Despite the reassurance, he was immediately worried. “Why did you go outside?”
There was a pause before the other man answered. He didn’t understand why. This only worried him further. “We still don’t have a signal. I’ve been up for awhile but haven’t seen any other cars. I walked until I could get a call out. We have a tow truck on the way.”
His eyes widened at what he was hearing. “You walked? How far did you go?” The answer was one he was dreading.
“It was only a few miles.” Immediately he could tell that the other man was trying to be vague. It meant that it was likely that his boyfriend had been gone for hours.
“Peter.”
The firm issuance of his name was enough prompting for the other man to continue lightly. “Don’t worry, I was in my shift.”
His eyes narrowed. “How did you make a phone call as a wolf?” At the question, Peter looked down. Suddenly he knew what had happened. “Did you make the call naked?” The hesitant look on his boyfriend’s face said it all. That strange pause returned. He realized a moment later what it meant. While they’d been talking, Peter was trying not to shiver. In a voice rife with concerned outrage, he sat up with an instantaneous wakefulness. “No wonder you’re cold. Get back here.”
There was hesitance in his boyfriend’s gaze but a strong desire to comply as well. “Are you sure? You just woke up.”
He didn’t even stop to think about his answer. “Yes, I’m sure. Get back here and get warm.” When he saw the other man move to comply, he pulled the blanket to the side to make room. He slid over slightly until he was in the center of the seat. It was an intentional decision to keep them away from the windows. The rising sun had warmed up the car but the added step couldn’t hurt. When Peter settled against his side, he couldn’t help the shiver that slid down his spine. It was amazing that the other man’s teeth weren’t chattering. He quickly wrapped his blanket around them both. It was tucked tight around them as best as he could manage.
Once that was done, he pulled Peter into an embrace and twined their legs together. This was the moment when he felt the other man shivering mildly. He immediately started to rub his hands over Peter’s torso. “You’re freezing. What you did was dangerous.” The look he sent Peter was serious but had underlying concern.
“It was necessary. I’m fine.”
This wouldn’t be enough to get him off the topic. He was used to Peter’s protective nature. For the most part, he found it charming. That didn’t mean it didn’t cause trouble on occasion. “You shouldn’t have left until I was awake. What if it hadn’t been fine? What if you had gotten lost or become disoriented from getting too cold? I would have had no way of knowing where you were.”
His frown had his boyfriend leaning closer to nuzzle his face. The shock of it was expected. Even if it hadn’t been though he wouldn’t have had the heart to pull away. “I’m sorry if I worried you. I did leave you a note.”
The look on his face was no doubt unimpressed. “A note? What did it say? I’ve walked down the road. That wouldn’t have helped me to find you if you’d gotten lost.”
When the nuzzling grew more intent, he found himself unwillingly relaxing into the touch. He was upset. The feeling needed to remain. At least, until he got everything off of his chest. Holding onto the feeling was hard, especially when Peter brushed his face against his cheek. He suspected that knowing what it meant was the cause. It was hard to stay mad at his boyfriend when he knew it was a sign of deep affection. “I wasn’t going to get lost. I had your scent to guide me back.”
He scoffed slightly. It came out soft and not at all annoyed. “I know you’re good, Peter but no one’s that good. I was in an enclosed car that was surrounded by snow.” He paused momentarily when a kiss slid over his jaw. It had him letting loose a soft pleasured gasp. “There’s no way that you could have picked up my scent.”
The nuzzling slid into Peter simply resting his face in the crook of his neck. “That might have been true if I didn’t have an advantage.” From under the blankets, there was subtle movement. He looked down just in time to see the other man withdraw a piece of fabric. It was held up. His eyes narrowed momentarily as he looked it over. The minute his mind made the proper connections, he flushed to the tips of his ears. “I left this outside, next to the car.”
He hadn’t thought until that moment that he could get any more flustered. The new heat in his body had a sprinkling of sweat forming on his upper lip. What was in his boyfriend’s hand was a shirt. It was the same shirt Peter had used last night to clean him up. Without really thinking about it, he yanked the shirt out of his boyfriend’s hand. It was thrown to the floorboard and shoved under the driver’s seat with his foot. The abrupt motion had Peter leaning away enough to watch what was happening. There was suddenly a wicked smile on his lips. “Putting it under my seat. You little minx.”
The teasing words had him looking toward his boyfriend with wide eyes. There was still the feeling of the blush sitting heavy on his face. “Don’t get any ideas you scoundrel.”
This had Peter issuing a huff of a laugh. When he spoke, the tone of his voice was silky. “I always have ideas. I just don’t always have the time to implement them.” The words trailed off only for his chin to be taken in a gentle grip. His head was tilted up just a touch before the other man kissed him softly. The kiss had his muscles going lose. If he’d been standing, he knew that his knees would have gone weak.
With a small gasp, he forced himself to pull away. The next words he issued were breathy despite his best efforts to maintain control. “We can’t. The tow truck could be here anytime.” There was a look in his lover’s eyes that hinted at a desire to risk it. Lifting his right hand, he slid it down Peter’s chest slowly. He maintained their gazes even as he spoke lowly. “We can’t.”
With a slow exhale, the other man simply nodded. The movement was followed by Peter once again burying his face in his neck. He was pleased to note, his boyfriend didn’t feel as chilled. “You feel warmer. Are you still cold?”
There was a moment’s hesitation as though the other man had to think about his answer. “A little. It’s manageable.”
He snorted softly. “That’s what you implied earlier. I think it would be a good idea to stay under the blanket a little longer.”
The response that came sounded relaxed, almost sleepy. “If you insist. You’ll get no argument from me.”
He smiled slightly at the words and tightened his hold around the other man’s waist. Turning his head slightly, he lightly kissed Peter’s head. “I’m sorry our road trip turned out so badly. Next time we can fly.”
There was a subtle shift, as though his boyfriend was trying to move closer. When he spoke a moment later, his words sounded slightly muffled but were still clearly able to be heard. “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s been memorable if nothing else. Why don’t we compromise.”
He chuckled slightly. “You compromise? Since when.”
The barb had Peter growling playfully and nibbling at his neck. He laughed delightedly at the ticklish feeling. “Kids these days have no manners.”
There was still laughter in his voice when he interrupted again. “Not a kid.”
This time Peter chose to ignore his impudence. “As I was saying, why don’t we compromise. If it’s snowing next time we need to go somewhere, we’ll fly.”
He easily picked up on what the other man was thinking. “And if the weather is good, a road trip is an option.”
The follow-up got him a hum in response.
He smiled brightly at the thought. “I like it.”
The arms around him tightened, a kiss landing on his neck. “Good.”
They’d settled the matter. That didn’t mean he couldn’t resist throwing a wrench into the works. Normally it was Peter who liked to poke the bear but he had his moments too. “What happens if our flight gets cancelled because we’re snowed in?”
The question had his boyfriend leaning back to reconnect their gazes. There was suddenly a smirk on his lips. “I think we’ll figure it out.”
He smiled widely. It was invitation enough apparently for Peter to lean in to give him a kiss. This one was world’s away from the one earlier. The press of the other man’s lips was firm, it was deep and exploring. He lifted his hand to cup the side of his boyfriend’s face. This encouraged Peter further. What he should do was pull away or remind his lover they had to behave themselves. That’s what he should do. He should be putting on the brakes. What he did instead was grab Peter’s shirt to pull him closer. They could be responsible adults later. Right now, all he wanted to do was make-out in the back seat of this unfortunate rental car until his jaw ached.
From the way his lover was responding, he could tell this was a feeling they shared. He let loose a little pleased hum that vibrated into their kiss. It had Peter’s tongue smoothly sliding between his lips. The friendly intruder was greeted with a brush of his tongue. He arched off the seat at the uptick in sensation. His hand tightened on Peter’s shirt, yanked on it for good measure. The gasp that flew out of his mouth couldn’t be helped when he was suddenly abandoned. He sat there dazed for a moment, blinking at the ceiling of the car.
There was the press of his lover’s forehead resting on his collarbone. The words that followed the contact were slightly distressed. “I can hear a car coming. It could be the tow truck.”
He started to laugh. This had the other man pulling back to send him a mild glare. “What is so funny?” The frustrated quality to Peter’s voice had his amusement deepening slightly.
“I finally let loose and we’re interrupted.”
This had a frown appearing on his boyfriend’s face. “Again, I ask you, what is so funny?”
He continued to laugh for a moment but soon leaned forward to deliver a quick kiss. When he withdrew, he reached up to slide his hand slowly over Peter’s chin. His voice came out in a low, soft breath. “Don’t worry, love. The minute we get to a hotel, I’m all yours.” The promise had Peter’s eyes darkening. He leaned back in the seat languidly, soaking in that look and letting himself revel in it. This trip might not have turned out like they’d planned. The break-down was certainly nerve-wracking. That didn’t mean that Peter hadn’t been right. What it was had been memorable. As it turns out, thanks to the love of his life, he could live with that.
The End