Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

“That’s it. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not with you. When I’m not in your bed. Do you think of me, armastaja, when you have your dick in your hand?”

“Edwin,” Tech whimpered. He squeezed his balls and the tip of his cock, pulling a thick drop of precome from it and using it to slick his way to ecstasy. Tech couldn’t hear the movie anymore, didn’t know anything happening around them, it was only him, his desire, and his Marine.

“Do you cry my name like that when I’m not with you?” Steele asked with Tech’s earlobe between his teeth.

His sex throbbed in his hand, his breathing labored and fogging the windows. Tech moved faster, couldn’t slow down, couldn’t hold back whether he was ordered to or not. Steele was whispering stern words in another language in his ear, words of his Estonian heritage. It sounded forceful and racy. Tech jerked wildly, but Steele’s strong arms kept him in place as his orgasm stiffened his spine and shot through his engorged shaft. Tech had barely gotten Steele’s name out of his mouth when he was pushed back against the seat and Steele swept down and captured the head of his dick in his mouth, just in time to catch the first jet of come to erupt from him. Steele sucked him hard, sucked the shouts of passion from him with each release of his seed. When he was too over-stimulated to take any more, he gripped Steele’s chin, urging him to let his cock slip from his tight suction.

Steele finally sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking pleased and predatory, like he was about to pounce on him any second. Eyeing the thick bulge in Steele’s jeans, Tech realized that an attack was highly likely. Tech was splayed against the seat, trying to catch his breath from one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had… but when he thought about it… didn’t he think that every time Steele made him come?

“If you only knew what I want to do to you right now,” Steele growled, massaging himself through his denim while Tech lay there recovering.

“Give me two minutes,” Tech answered, his chest still heaving.

“Fuck that. We’re leaving.” Steele jumped out of the truck, leaving Tech breathless in the backseat with his cock lying lifeless on his thigh.

Steele got in the driver’s seat and started it up, easing from the space. “Where… where are we going? I thought we were gonna have drive-in sex.”

“You’re too special for me to fuck you in the back seat of a truck surrounded by eleven other vehicles.”

Tech smiled lazily, chewing on his lip while his boyfriend sped them down the highway to who knew where.

Steele

He had to stop looking at Tech in the rearview mirror before he veered off the road and crashed. His boyfriend was just so damn sexy, sitting back there with his dick still out, writhing back and forth on the seat. He couldn’t hear what Tech was mumbling to himself, he looked lost in his own erogenous world. Coming that hard was a potent wave of euphoria taking over your entire body, but coming down from a powerful climax was an amazing sensation in itself.

Steele pushed hard on his erection, pressing the gas a little too much as he merged onto the twenty. He’d wanted so badly to flip Tech’s ass over and push inside him, but he meant more to him than that. Fooling around at a drive-in, fondling, sucking, kissing, was fine – thank heaven for Tech’s darkly tinted windows – but Tech’s body was his to cherish. He wouldn’t demean their coming together. Every time Tech gave himself to Steele, he was thankful for it, knowing now what it meant to make love. That didn’t mean they could only do it in a bedroom underneath Egyptian cotton sheets, only that it was all still so emotional right now.

“Edwin. Where are we going? Hurry up,” Tech moaned.

Steele quickly glanced back and saw Tech was almost fully hard again, stroking himself. “Fuuuck.” Steele shook his head, gripping his dick so hard it hurt. He looked at the map on Tech’s display screen and saw he was only two minutes away after he took his exit onto West Peachtree. “Almost there, baby.”

Steele stopped at the light and chanced a peek in the rearview, seeing drugged brown eyes looking back at him. Tech sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it slowly, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. Ungh, fuck. Steele adjusted himself in the seat, still staring. Tech was leaking on his leather seats, his legs gaped open so wide Steele could see his hole. Motherfucker. Tech knew what he was doing to him because while his eyes were filled with yearning, his wet lips were curved into a smile that meant trouble. Tech pinched the head of his dick, another clear bead drizzling over and down the underside of his full shaft. Tech smeared it over his middle finger and inched closer to his hole, teasing Steele with torturously slow movements. “Yeah,” Steele said gutturally. Tech pushed the tip of his—