Tech adored the way Steele was gazing at him. There was no mistaking the love in his beautiful gray eyes. Tech reached over the console and laid his palm on Steele’s cheek. “You like drive-ins?”
“I do. Haven’t been to one since before I enlisted.” Steele chuckled, turning to look at the screen. “Nice idea, baby.”
“Come on, let’s get in the back.” Tech grabbed his remote and anxiously jumped out of the truck, ignoring Steele’s questioning look. Tech tilted the driver’s seat all the way forward, motioning for Steele to do the same. When they climbed in the back, Tech took his shoes off and reclined back, propping his feet up on the front seat. “This is better, there’s no huge console between us. A lot more room.”
Steele spread his legs wide and leaned back with him, opening up his arms so Tech could rest his body against him. The movie was just beginning and Tech saw a few more trucks had pulled into the back row. Didn’t matter, his windows were entirely too dark to see inside. “Let me know if you get cold. The back rows have warmers, too.”
Steele somehow pulled Tech even closer, nuzzling behind his ear. “I’m plenty warm enough.”
With his back against Steele’s chest, Tech leaned his head back, resting it on Steele’s shoulder, letting him drag his nose along his neck. “We’re going to at least watch the opening of the movie, right?” Tech said, stretching his head higher to give Steele more room.
“Mm hmm. Maybe,” Steele murmured, his teeth grazing Tech’s delicate flesh.
Tech let Steele have his fun. With his head all the way back, Tech pushed a button on his remote and the cover of the moon roof slid open. Steele stopped his ministrations and looked up. The air was crisp on the beautiful fall night and the stars were bright high up in the sky.
“That’s cool as hell. You have a remote control for this thing?” Steele took it out of Tech’s hand, looking it over.
Tech put his hands up in a take it easy gesture. “Careful. You don’t want to shoot the missile and take out the screen.”
Steele jerked upright. “What?” he barked.
Tech laughed hysterically. “Kidding. I’m kidding.”
Steele grabbed Tech and yanked him against him, gripping his chin and laying a brutal kiss on his mouth as punishment. “That wasn’t funny.”
“It sort of was. Why in the hell would you think I have a missile in here?” Tech managed to say between laughs.
“You have every-fucking-thing-else,” Steele argued, finally relaxing in his seat. “You have a shitty sense of humor, you know that?”
“You love it.” Tech reached up and cupped the back of Steele’s neck, directing his mouth to where it was on his neck before the moon roof opened.
The movie was five minutes in and they settled down to watch. Tech had paid for whatever the next movie was that was starting, which ended up being some type of drama. Steele had clearly lost interest about midway through. Tech felt Steele’s hand inching under his sweater.
“Did I tell you looked nice tonight?” Steele said close to his ear.
“Yes. But thank you again.” Tech looked down at his light brown Calvin Klein sweater and black jeans. He looked plain, but for some reason, Steele repeatedly complimented his look.
“You smell good, too.” Steele licked at the base of Tech’s hairline.
Tech squirmed, his balls tightening. He couldn’t help but reach down and adjust his cock, which was growing at an awkward angle in his pants.
“You getting hard for me, baby?” Steele asked him thickly.
“I’m always hard for you,” Tech said on a stimulated breath.
“I like how that sounds.” Steele’s hand was under his sweater and t-shirt, his thumb brushing tenderly over his nipple. “Will you do something for me, armastaja?”
Tech moaned his response. “Anything.”
Steele growled appreciatively, like Tech’s answer was perfect. “Take your dick out. Let me see you.”
“Oh fuck.” Tech twisted back and forth against Steele’s hard body. With shaky fingers, Tech undid the button of his pants.
“Slowly.” Steele nipped Tech’s ear. “I can feel how hot your body is, but I don’t want you to rush.”
Tech inched his zipper down and splayed his pants open. Despite the fact that it was a chilly fifty-two degrees outside, the inside of his truck was quickly heating up.
“Take it out… all of it… wanna see those smooth balls too.” Steele’s voice dripped like honey around him.
Tech tucked his underwear under his sack, gasping with relief at the release from restriction. Biting his bottom lip, he used both hands, one massaging his heavy balls and the other stroking himself as slowly as Steele asked. “Oh god.”
“Yeah… just like that.” Steele pinched Tech’s nipple harder while sucking on his neck.
Tech gazed up at the stars over their heads, feeling like he was floating in outer space, the sensation of being under Steele’s control feeling beyond amazing. He naturally stroked faster, his fingers taking him towards his climax. He could hear Steele’s moans mixing in with his own erotic song.