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Joy Ride

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Mirath

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“We'll be caught if we go for this one..."

Soren frowned and hung back, his eyes darting from one side to the other as sirens rang down the city streets, although they were not, at least for the moment, directed at the two miscreants at work. The young man, Soren, however, was not so much 'at work' as he was trying to persuade a long-time friend from doing just what he considered to be his work. Charles stalked around his chosen target on the side street – really, it was almost as if they wanted it to be stolen – the wheel trims gleaming and the paintwork absolutely immaculate.

A beast of a car...just not the current year's range, which was a pity. Smirking, Charles admired it, although he would have to make his move sooner or later and not just enjoy the smooth hide of the animal locked up in the bonds of a Lamborghini that purred without moving a single inch. He perhaps should have been a little more clued up on a car that he wanted to steal, if only temporarily, before taking it for a spin, as he could not tell the model, but he crooned to it all the same as he ran a hand over the smooth line of the roof.

“Yeah, baby..."

Not his usual style but it had just the effect of making Soren jump and twitch, amusing in itself to see a man with more brawn and bulk on his body than him set so anxious but such a simple thing. Soren worked out but he had a day job and work that would have been seen as respectable to most, even if he did seem to like hanging out with just the wrong crowds at the end of the day. Maybe Charles with his long, dark hair and blazing eyes made him feel like he was living another life, if but for a time. Maybe he thought it was more the life for him than an otherwise dull existence. Time could very well tell on that count but it would not tell during the course of that particular day.

Besides, Charles had some rubber to burn.

“Come on, now," Soren said, pressing the matter as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, the dirty-blonde strands getting a little bit too long (he may well put it back into a buzz-cut soon). “You've had your fun. If we're going to damn well do this, let's find another less obvious car, alright? It's too big, too obvious... You know someone will be looking for this!"

But it wasn't the fact that someone would be looking for the Lambo if it went missing that Charles had in mind but the idea that everyone would be looking at him. Of course, it was late afternoon on a holiday day and there were not many around to begin with even as a winter chill nipped at the air. Snow was yet to come in New York, although they hadn't had all that many truly bad winters in comparison to the rest of the country and, of course, other states better positioned for cold snaps to bite and take hold. Yet the time was quiet and he could just about imagine that he was on a track, taking advantage of life good and proper, the wheel cool and slick beneath his hands, gloves gripping firmly. Imagining it, his smirk deepened and he cast Soren a wink, his slim frame, at least, suited for the light car and just how he imagined it would handle. Soon, he would know for himself too.

“Psh, you worry too much!" Charles rolled his eyes, a hand comfortably on the hood of the Lambo; one could have been mistaken for thinking that he owned it himself. “And what's the point in not having a little fun from time to time?"

Soren shifted his weight anxiously, rubbing the stubble on his chin – a late afternoon shadow of blonde that could not be swept away or hidden, no matter how carefully he tried to shave. He was rarely unshaven, though Charles did so like to make fun of him for it if he ever did let his appearance slip even in a so-called 'manly' and 'masculine' regard. That was just one of the things that kept him smart and primed, always on spec and looking as suave as he, at least somewhat, hoped to appear.

That didn't stop him from combing his fingers through his hair, swallowing hard and giving every appearance of being a much younger man, inexperienced in the ways of life even if his career, admittedly, was off to a good start. He could do so many things but there was always a sense of something missing in his life, as was the case for so many other young men in the city too, so it was hardly as if he found himself the odd one out, struggling to seat himself in a reality of his choosing. But, perhaps, running with the wrong crowd wasn't going to get him there, even if Charles never once failed to add a slice of variety to his otherwise simple life. Maybe that was all he was really after: the sense of feeling something, anything at all.

But that was too much to go into as he gulped and paced, eyes wide and snapping from one end of the road to the other, taking note of the few passers-by who didn't seem to have anything better to do on a national holiday. No, no... They could find another car, a safer car, not one like that!

“Charles... I know you gotta do what you gotta do...but this one is too much!"

Clicking his tongue rather dismissively up against the roof of his mouth, Charles checked the alarm. Too much to simply unlock the door from the inside, that one would take just a little more finesse... But he was always up for a challenge. And wasn't the very notion of having a challenge to take on just what made things all the more interesting in the end? Ah, anything simpler would have been boring!

“They wouldn't leave it out here if they cared about it," he said, as if that made the matter of stealing it, somehow, okay. “It won't take long. But these always have a little bit of a weak spot. Watch and learn, my friend, watch and learn..."

Soren didn't want to see what Charles was doing, fearing that, somehow, he would implicate himself in the act, even if he was, of course, already implicated. If they were caught, he'd well enough be an accomplice and, well, that would be that for him. Career, gone. Family...well, that side wouldn't matter all that much for him but it would most certainly screw up his career and the rest of his life. Maybe it was worth it. Either way, he kept his back to Charles, pretending he was some kind of lookout while the job was underway, although he wasn't much of one, when all was said and done.

“And...here...we...go!"

Putting a little dramatic flair on the last word, Charles pumped a closed fist triumphantly and opened the door, giving a little bow as if he was a performer who, at that very moment in time, was particularly pleased with his work. And, just like that, although Soren could not have said just how he did it (good lord, he didn't want to know...) the car was open, the leather interior scented so sweetly that it was very clear that it was a new vehicle. A new vehicle that someone would miss if it disappeared but that was hardly something that Charles would be all that bothered thinking about when he'd set his sights on something.

“And this..."

Of course, there would not solely an exterior deterrent to thieving the vehicle, oh no: there was far more at play than just that. A computer system required the key to be inserted or at least near but Charles had earlier boasted that he was proficient at that even as Soren tried, once again, to persuade him to find something else. Sure, a battered old pickup truck wasn't exactly the swankiest thing to take off for a quick joy ride but it was still something and something was, sometimes, all that they needed.

Yet not that time. Charles had his heart set on the Lambo and that's what he was going to get, cursing and muttering under his breath as he slipped up just a bit and let his facade fade. He was not truly as smooth and as slick as he professed to be but he still had a task at hand and waved Soren off dismissively as he mumbled something that could have been considered persuasive to a lesser soul.

“There we have it!"

Proudly, Charles slapped the dashboard and laughed, the sound echoing strangely outside the car as if he had deliberately managed to project his voice. Soren jumped and spat a swear that was most unlike him but there was little more to be done as his friend cheered himself on.

“Anti-theft... Pswah!" He spat derisively, although his lips curved up on one side into a salacious smirk, smug at his own prowess. “No job, no problem!"

Whatever that was supposed to mean (he was prone to coming out with lines that, while they sounded impressive, weren't always immediately clear in their meaning), the job was well enough one and whatever the owners had put onto the car to deter any thieves had not worked in the slightest. That was, however, just why Charles was so damn good at his chosen lifestyle, even if it really did go outside the bounds of the law. The engine rumbled into life like the snarl of a wild animal and Soren shook his head, hungry for the thrill but, perhaps, not the potential consequences of it.

“Get in, would you?"

Seemingly helpless to do anything else, Soren hustled around to the other side of the car and stumbled into the passenger side seat, folding up his long legs into a space that did not quite seem designed to fit him. The front seemed as sporty as most who just wanted a car for the weekend and for events, not exactly an everyday drive. However, the slick interior stretched out into the back, which proved to be rather roomier and, oddly, filled with belongings of the person who had left it there: unusual for such a car. Charles poked around for a bit as Soren tried to encourage him on – anything to get out of there quickly – turning over a bag in his hands and shrugging as he tossed it back where it belonged on the back seat.

“Sheesh, they got enough room in this thing?" Charles rolled his eyes. “Deceptive for a sports car... Ugh."

“You don't have to take it, you know," Soren cut in, trying to stall things even as he, inadvertently, heightened the risk that they would get caught, the longer that they found themselves dallying. “It's a laugh, right, you're not really going to do that..."

Of course, Soren would not say what Charles already knew, although it could have well enough have been said to be part of their dynamic by that point in their odd friendship. He would not play the part of the driver, the instigator, but there was nothing like the thrill of speeding through streets and tunnels alike for the drive of escalating a car up to shocking heights of speed. Oh, Soren did not need to feel the wind through his hair or anything like that, just the drive of the road whipping by him, hot beneath their tyres as two souls laughed recklessly, throwing dire caution to the wind.

And that was just why he went out with Charles each and every time he said he had something to do, even though he didn't really want to get into trouble with the law. There was so much going on and one man could not help but be a part of it, in just one little way, even if he would draw the line at some of Charles' more illicit activities.

A joy ride, however, when the car would be dumped somewhere obvious for the owner to retrieve? That was something else entirely and something that Soren could well and truly get behind, even if he needed, for the sake of his own sanity and mental wellbeing, to make it seem as if he was against it every last step of the way. It would not be long, however, until the wheels were turning and any thoughts of saying 'no' fell absolutely by the wayside.

“Let's get this show on the road!" Charles crowed, bumping a tune out on the steering wheel with his palms. “Fuck yeah! This is what I'm talking about!"

And the game was on. The engine rumbled to life, more of a snarl than a purr – as if it was trying to announce its presence to the world around. Soren cringed even as his breath caught, leaning all the way back into his seat, preparing for the launch. Charles was nothing but a speed freak and, well, that time would soon see itself to be no different at all.

The engine revved, Charles taking no time at all to get a feel for the car before peeling off down the street in a screech of tyres that had to be heard. But no one who ran out after them was going to be able to catch them as the joy rider slammed his foot down, head thrown back and laughing as he twisted and wove his way down the streets as if he owned the road. Paying no attention to traffic laws or one-way streets, Charles shrieked and called out for the sheer, reckless joy of it, hair whipping about his face as the windows rolled down.

Soren, perhaps, should have slunk back into the seat as he took them out on the fastest joy ride, yet, although each and every illicit round felt like the best one yet, reaching every fresh heights of ecstasy in a way that did not involve sex at all, which was strange in itself. There was something to be said for adrenaline getting the better of a person and the effect it had on one's body, although there was little thought that could be given to it in the heat of the moment, adrenaline up and pumping.

Shouting something that Soren did not catch, Charles fiddled with the stereo system, still going at top speed as the sidewalk flashed past, traffic lights meaning nothing to a man who felt that he was above the law. The radio blared and he mouthed a curse, slamming the heel of his hand into it repeatedly as if the leather glove, a cutting red and black, would be more dextrous than his too pale, too slender fingers.

One tune after the other until, finally, he found whatever station it was that he'd been looking for and hollered, cranking it up until the very car itself seemed to be vibrating. Taking the corners at speed, he took whatever route he pleased, treating the car and the road so violently for the raw thrill of it that the belongings of the man who owned the car (well, they looked at least vaguely to be masculine) slid about the back seat as if they would going to fly out entirely. A backpack of some sort, the odd, leather thing that Charles had thrown back into place before, slapped up against the window like an animal striving to make a hasty bid for freedom, but neither noticed as Soren's fingers dug deeper and deeper into the leather seat, a point of pressure-pain shooting up into his hand. But he was too far gone to heed or take note of it. It was all about the thrill of the ride, forgetting everything just for the cause of a little while of complete and absolute ecstasy.

With the bass pumping, everything ramped up, the late afternoon sunshine cast down the streets as the first flicker of sunset pricked off the skyscrapers. Down at street level, there was nothing of a horizon to be seen but they had their own scenery to do, carving a route through the city that they would make their own. It may have been a national holiday but if it was one for spending time with family, Soren could not think of anyone better to spend it with than Charles.

A bit too much? Ah, to hell with it! Blood pumping, Soren yelled, the incoherent words whipped away by the wind as he lost himself in the moment, punching Charles arm and grinning like a man taken by madness itself. Tyres screeched on tarmac as he treated the vehicle as roughly as he may have done a one night stand, only there for a quick wham, bam, no thank you, ma'am, both men hollering as if they had been taken and lost to themselves, shop windows and colourful overhangs for buildings that would not come back to life again until the holiday was good and done with.

But just because the city was sleeping, for one of the rare, rare times, didn't mean that they had to hold back from living life in the meantime too, Charles spinning the wheel crazily as he whipped down a side street, tearing up shreds of paper in his wake. Just what had that been left by – a recycling truck? Ah, that was no matter to them even as the paper streamed behind as if they were leaving a trail of confetti to herald their passing, fingers clenched and knuckles white in the baring of teeth. For there was nothing to living with one's head in the sand, buried under piles of paperwork when there was so much sheer, raw fun to be had at the same time.

Maybe that was what it was all about. Maybe it was something else entirely but their shouts mingled, rising to a crescendo over the roar of the engine, the cries of pedestrians as they ducked into more populated areas of the city, less touristy, blurring into one mess of confusion. Not everyone, after all, was locked away at home with their families for the holiday and that was just where the risk ramped up, eyes following the Lambo with a certain kind of hunger as it cut a decisive blue streak down the main street, although it was by no means still the designated 'main' street of the city itself.

Times changed. Better to keep the wheels moving, always turning, scream and shout and bellow out the joy of the moment above all else. What else did they, after all, have to live for?

No... No. That was something too deep for the moment, too far for two lost souls to contemplate when even their words were ripped away from them. Soren cried out and shoved Charles' shoulder as a flash of blue lights cut across them up ahead – an unhappy accident that could very well cost them all that they had gained so far.

“Watch out!"

But it was too late. Even as Charles cursed and veered off manically down a side street, taking out a trash can in the process, the sirens rang out, their path tracked and followed by those who, really, had little else better to do on such a quiet day. The side street narrowed sharply but Charles wasn't about to let up as he screeched into a handbrake turn at the junction, uncaring of any traffic that may or may not have been there. Although Soren clutched at the seat, Charles didn't even notice the delivery cyclist who shot off to the side, wide-eyed and gaping as he narrowly was missed. For he was just a passive player in a joy ride that did not concern him as sunset glanced off the skyscrapers, slanting down to the lowly mortals walking down below on a day that surely should have been designated for rest and relaxation.

But the more pressing matter at hand was the blare of sirens following them, the cops racing and speeding as the first was joined by a second, the blue and white of their cars stark against even a colourful display in a florist window, only lit up as the lights, automatically, came on at the tail end of the day. The city would never truly sleep, after all, and the lights would not be switched off merely because it was a quiet day, street lamps flicking on one by one even as neon and luminescent strips denoted adverts and locations and everything else that anyone could possibly want or need to find in the big city.

Swearing, Charles slammed his hand into the wheel and snarled out a curse, lips twisted as if he was on the edge of screwing up his lips to spit, although that would have been a bit beyond him to be so crude in such a vehicle. After all, he'd chosen it for its style and class even if he would have preferred a slicker, sportier model still – maybe one of the ones from the current year. Glancing up coolly at the cops in the rear view mirror, lights flashing and glancing off store windows, he adjusted the wrist strap of one of his gloves, tightening it just a little with the deft finger and thumb of his left hand.

Well? It wasn't as if he was going to just pull over and play dead for them!

“Damn!"

Soren tried to shout in reply that the cops were on their tail but all that came out was a laugh, which was, in itself, better than, quite clearly simply stating the obvious. The tyres gripped and Charles clenched his teeth in a savage sort of grin, haring off down the road, a route laid out in his head that only he knew. The day was getting old in the tooth and there was only so far, he was sure, that the police would be willing to follow them. But he hadn't succumbed to them as yet and he had no inclination in his bones or his body to do so anytime soon.

Lights took on a sharp, glaring edge as Soren rolled the windows up with the press of the button, the music turned down and his attention on evasion. Escape? Not so much for he did not envision even the rare possibility of being captured, locked up in a cell where his soul would not have a moment in which to be free.

No... Charles shoved Soren away even as he tried to grab for him, swearing and locking onto the road, the car ducking down into a tunnel where the engine roared and echoed in the most glorious of ways. Sound surrounded them, bouncing off the walls of the tunnel, and it would have been exhilarating if they were not racing from the law, one of them caught up in worry while the other was only just a little fussed over having his ride and thrill of the day, at least, interrupted before he'd had his fill.

Out of the city? No... No, that would lead them into the path of others. Better to stay central, dig deep, find a place where no one else would think to see them, think to pause and wonder and drive them up from the depths once more. Ah, Charles was an old hand at worst at that kind of game and there was little a man of his stature and place in the world could not do even though he adamantly refused to soothe even his friend with as much as he mumbled, muttering something over and over again about the cops, how they were going to get them, how everything was going to be ruined... Soren couldn't see the wood for the trees but that didn't mean that things were going to go downhill, as long as Charles could keep his grip and keep going.

Ah, but he wasn't worried, not at all. What could truly worry him when he had so much left ahead of him, the road open but for a few cars as he yelled out something just as incoherent as Soren's worried and rammed the gas all the way down? There was too much left to live! Grinning widely, Charles whooped and wove the Lambo between a parked up truck and some little city car, too small to truly deserve his attention. Soren would soon see that he'd come through for him in the end, although even that was hardly Charles' concern in the heat of the moment itself.

The sun set lower and lower in the clear sky, sliced through with blue and wisps of cloud between the towers of buildings that all seemed to be newly erected, as they evaded the law, screeching under an overpass and settling down well enough out of sight of any bored officers who had been stuck working the holiday. Nobody really wanted to catch them, or else they already would have, two guys out in a car they didn't own a mere distraction on the kind of day that tended to drag and drag and drag on when they really didn't want it to otherwise.

The overpass darkened above them as they hunkered down against the graffiti, Charles laughing breathlessly as he slunk the sleek car, now splattered with at least a little mud and grit from the road, down into the dirtiest, dankest corner where they could not be seen from the road itself. Truly, they should have been spotted right where they were but no one was all that set on paying close attention to them, the chatter of the cop radios interspersed with static and curses alike.

“Oh, fuck..." Soren said, exhaling his breath in a hissing rush through his teeth. “Damn, damn, damn!"

But that was all he could get out as his eyes roamed the brightly coloured graffiti, prominent enough that the stolen car didn't stand out too much against the splashes of colour. Some had been worn away over time but even Soren could not make a snarky comment about the crudity of it – something that he'd only involved himself in younger, more tenacious days – as he laughed and laughed, torn between heaving in anxious breaths and expelling the adrenaline that had built up and up during the course of the weaving chase.

The sirens died down as Charles eyed the underside of the road arcing above as if something was about to happen – yet nothing happened as he too panted lightly, lips ever so faintly parted as he sucked in breath after breath. The light gleam of spittle caught his lower lip even as Soren's eyes fell to it, brow furrowing although he could not have said for what reason. Not yet, not then. But soon. If only he knew how soon...

“So..." Soren said, catching his breath with a heave, arm out the window. “Damn... Alright, so this car can move!"

Laughing lazily as he regained at least some semblance of his breath, Charles leaned back, his hands behind his head and elbows jutting out at a sharp angle that Soren had to squash his body into the far corner of the seat, up against the window, to avoid. The man took up his own space whether anyone else was potentially in it or not and that was something that Soren, over the time they'd spent together, had just learned to live with. It was kind of nice, in a strange sort of way, however, to have him so close, the heat of Charles' body easing softly through his black jacket as he relaxed. It would have been appropriate for him to have a cigarette or some other kind of joint (hey, it was hardly unheard of for either of them to partake from time to time) dangling from the corner of his mouth, a curl of smoke trailing languidly up and out of the window.

Of course, if he had had that, it would have given them away, for the officers were not quite that daft, as much as some of them wanted to only appear to be doing work when they were, in all honesty, going through the motions. It was the way of the world, regardless of what profession someone may or may not have been engaged in, that one would so very often falsify their work just for the sake of making an appearance: a gain for themselves that benefitted no one.

That was why Charles was not the worst of them. He never pretended to be someone or something that he was not. Simply, he was himself and if that was not good enough for someone then that was well and truly their problem and not his.

And that was just what Soren liked about it, why he stuck with him so much. It wasn't for anything truly as ridiculous as wanting to feel alive or to have a bit of a thrill, something to take him away from the grind of his day job, oh no. Sometimes that friendship and that being as he was without any rules, restrictions or conditions attached was all he needed and yet everything that he didn't seem to get for himself on a strictly day to day basis.

The silence railed against them, sirens dying off sweetly into the distance as they were left only with the close proximity of their bodies, too near to ignore as Charles closed his eyes, chin tipped up towards the ceiling. Words stuck in Soren's throat as much as he tried to call them to his lips, something building inside him with the hype and lingering spin of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he speak? And why did he look at Charles in such a way, a new kind of light?

Soren tried to suck in a breath, vision blurring. He could not have said what was wrong with him but things were changing, inexplicably so, all of his years with Charles coming to a head in one moment where they seemed far too closed in and locked up in the very best of ways. They could not ignore it any longer, the comfort and sense of familiarity between them that could very well mean something more, even if it would take years for them to naturally come to the realisation if they had not gone on that joy ride on that particular day. Maybe it wouldn't have even happened as the overpass flooded with a greater trickle of traffic, rising above in a churn of wheels, all intent on their end destination, going home from family events at the end of a warming, softening day. Things could have been very different even if only they'd taken a different car but, fortunately for both of them, it had been that Lambo and it had survived the trip without even getting too beaten up. Even Charles had to twist his lips in barely hidden mirth. A few dents were by the by, really, when it came to something like that...

Too bad Charles was too much of a tease to actively show just how he was taking the first move, waiting and biding his time, the chips all falling right into place as something warming tightened in his gut. Watching Soren squirm out of the corner of one, suitably lazy eye, he sealed away his smirk and merely waited, the only notion that things had shifted ever so slightly for him the fact that his breath was not entirely back to normal.

Not that he would admit that, oh no. Of course not. That would be far, far too much for Charles to come to, the idea that he could be bold, be open. He'd take every step that seemed to benefit him, regardless of whether it was for social standing or just himself more personally, but he would see someone else wriggle into that spot first of all before making a move himself.

And Soren did it beautifully too.

“Sooooo..." Soren said slowly, dragging out the word for longer than was really needed. “What do we do now? You've had your fun..."

“What?" Charles smirked, tapping the side of his nose. “Are you saying that you didn't like it too? You're not a hard one to read, you know."

Soren flinched but it was not because he was trying to move away from the man who, most likely, knew him a little too well. That was just how he managed to rope Soren up into difficult situation after situation. And there would be just one more to add to that list after that particular day...

Maybe the bigger backseat was just what they'd needed after all as one of them, they'd never truly know which, closed the gap between them, hands reaching and fumbling, caught up in the trailing high of the chase and the thrill. All they knew was that their bodies came together, breath mingling in the half-second before their lips meant, words dying in lieu of something altogether sweeter. Soren's heart pounded but that seemed to be enough, eyes closed as Charles eagerly responded in kind, the fluttering pulse of his own heartbeat jumping and leaping at the point of his throat.

And then everything changed. There was no going back once they had begun, not that either man would have wanted to turn back the clocks of time, not have the thrill of going at such a high speed and not to have the pleasure of a pair of warm lips pressed up against another. Tongues teased and they panted into one another's mouths, leaning in closer as the lust of passion got the better of them – all for the better.

Evenly matched in ability on level ground at last, Soren growled into Charles' mouth, lust rising. Yes... Yes, now that was something he knew how to do, something that he understood. It didn't matter that it had been a long while since he'd kissed another man, only that he had Charles there with him then to enjoy, settling himself into the moment as he relaxed against a body that felt all kinds of right pressed up against his. The gear stick jabbed into his leg as he leaned over, lightly bearing Charles back against the far side of the car and the window with his greater size and bulk. Not that Charles wasn't capable of pushing back against him, of course, but there was something about allowing himself to shift down and down, another man's hot tongue tangling and delving hotly against his, that sent a shiver down his spine.

Soren's fingers combed through his ponytail, drawn back only loosely to keep the hairs out of his face. As much as Charles kept his hair long – who had the time to go have it cut, anyway, when he'd much rather see the ragged edges clinging to damp and sweaty skin in the heat of an altogether more lustful moment – it was not exactly a fashion choice that he would have taken if he was into that sort of thing. That said, it made an excellent hold for Soren as he raked in a throaty, rasping breath, the kiss breaking for a fraction of a second, and pulled his temporary lover's head back, exposing his throat for a sly bite and suck, a red love bite left in the wake of his lust.

Charles moaned. He was not much of a submissive but it was the sensation of it, everything in his life geared towards knowing and feeling more, so very much more. He did what he wanted and he wasn't about to label himself or lock himself up into a little box, taking what came in each and every moment and deciding right then and there whether it was something he wanted for himself? Consequences? Ah, to hell and back again with those! He let Soren pull his hair, relishing the other man taking charge for what seemed like the first time in his life, or at least the time in which Charles had been around with him as a friend, not that he'd seen Soren with a lover...

Soren groaned into Charles' mouth, cock rising to attention: a throbbing, jutting bulge in his jeans that could not be ignored. Closing his hand over it as if he was drawn in to a target, Charles squeezed, bringing the rise of a moan that had only just been sealed away to Soren's lips. He couldn't do anything, could not stop, could hardly breathe as Charles groped and massage the throbbing length of his cock, the shape of it easily discernible through his jeans as if the man was deliberately trying to put himself on show. And, right then and there, Charles was everything Soren could ever have needed, breaking the kiss with a feral-sounding growl that could have been strange coming from his lips if not for the fact that it was just, truly, how he was.

It just took him a little while longer than most to come into himself. A little longer but not yet forever.

There was no time for kissing as they made the most of waiting out the cops, clad in the cooling shadow beneath the bridge and the road. It seemed to happen in the span of a second but the deft hand of Charles (ah, a pickpocket at work!) was in his pants in an instant, drawing out his cock as he took it into the palm of his hand, closing his fingers around the nicely solid and thick girth. Soren's breath caught, their eyes locking, but Charles wasn't about to pull back when he had him right there where he wanted him, chest rising and falling sharply and shortly in the maximum amount of breath that he felt capable of drawing in at any given moment. That was just the beauty of, finally and ultimately, letting it all go.

“Never seen you like this...almost cocky," Charles breathed, eyes dancing. “Is this just what it takes to make you come out of your shell, Soren? My, oh my, we should have done this a long, old time ago..."

Soren chuffed a harsh laugh, the stubble on his chin making him seem older than he actually was as he leaned in, a hand on his friend's shoulder – not that he could really call him a friend anymore. It was kind of difficult to say something like that, after all, when your cock was in someone else's hand.

“Yeah..." His fingers curled around Charles' shoulder, eyes fixed and darkening with challenge, rising to it. “What you gonna do about it?"

But Charles wasn't going to do anything about it, for it wasn't going to be a case of a power struggle between the two of them but more of an exchange of pleasure, a release from the tension of life that was so very sorely needed. Soren rocked his hips, allowing Charles to wantonly push his jeans down further, freeing the entire length of his cock and his balls too as the waistband of his boxers teased down beneath them. The front seat of the car was too small, however, for intimate acts, although Soren grunted deep in the back of his throat as he fumbled to kick open the door on his side, seeing his chance.

Like stealing the car... He couldn't turn back now that he was most of the way through it. At least, that was the part of his mind that was quiet and sensible told himself, the part that tried to be dominant most of the time. But Soren could be so very much more than that when he was allowed, more than a younger accomplice even if he never had thought that he needed to prove himself to Charles in the slightest. No, that wasn't how their relationship worked but it was all the better for him leaning back into the open space behind him, the roar of cars grinding overhead to a false rush hour, Charles' mouth descending as if in another kind of reality to the hardness of his aching shaft.

He'd never before imagined it but maybe, just maybe, it was what had always been meant to happen between them and Charles hungrily sucked Soren's shaft into his mouth, drawing the head right up into the back of his throat. He'd had his fair share of lovers in his time, flings and relationships, but there would never be anything that would compare to tasting a new partner for the very first time, enjoying the thickness and the throb of Soren's cock as he sucked it as deep as he possibly could. He had to force it but he could just about get his nose down into the light hair of the bigger man's crotch if he tried, eyes rolling back luxuriously into his own skull as he bore down with an increasingly urgent need.

Damn... He groaned and thrust his partner back, threatening to tip Soren over the edge of the seat and out of the car entirely even as he clung to the headrest, striving to keep himself in place. Concentrating was a tall order indeed, however, as he fought to maintain his position, the muscles of his abdomen tensing noticeably, although his T-shirt still covered them, at least for the minute. That, however, would not last very long, considering just how hard he'd worked for such a body – it was, perhaps, the very thing that had led to his confidence in such a department! He was not the same in all aspects of his life and he even had a little smirk of his own as he twisted his fingers roughly into Charles' hair, taking advantage of every last bit as he rocked and ground up into his keen mouth.

“Fuck..." Soren swore, clenching his teeth as if he was trying to seal away further words behind them. “Fuck... Your mouth feels good."

And it was good to swear too, to take a step towards that horny openness that would bring their friendship to a whole other level. What would that change bring? Only time would tell but all that mattered in the here and the now was Charles' mouth sucking and pumping along his length, Soren's position not allowing him to thrust quite as he liked. But that was alright, just another kinky note that had him trembling and sweating, inadvertently holding himself back as he yearned to hunch and hunker over his partner in crime (very aptly so) to thrust to a swift and brutal completion.

It would be so easy too, but Charles bobbed his head on his cock, a hand cradling his balls as if he was trying to explore every last bit of his friend's body. There was not all that much pleasure to be derived from having one's balls coarsely massaged but it was primal at its essence, the feeling of something so vulnerable being teased so wonderfully.

“Come on..."

Soren groaned, although it was a trial in itself to get the words out that he wanted to, panting and licking his lips as Charles' own chuckle rumbled around his cock, sending the strangest vibrations up the length. But the man so intent on pleasing him while he took his own pleasure was hardly going to stop, lust heating his body even as he pulled back enough to pump the length, languidly, with one hand.

“You seem pent up," he said, his voice coming off huskier than normal. “Lucky you found me here then, isn't it?"

He couldn't have said what that meant, his rationality well and truly gone as he rumbled what he thought may have been a laugh, rocking his hips into Charles' hand, cock thrusting and throbbing. A bead of pre-cum drooled down the length, milky and desperate for a real man's touch, and Charles wasted no time in running his tongue up the length, catching that drop and suckling it wantonly into his mouth.

And that was enough for Soren who cursed (now that was unlike him) and scrambled back, wrenching his cock from Charles with some difficulty. The backseat, the backseat – that was all he could think about as he scrambled out and around the car, fumbling for a handle that should have been easy to grasp under any normal circumstances. He kicked his jeans down around his ankles as he scrambled in, only thinking about one thing as he grunted for Charles to join him, the dark-haired man's eyes half-lidded with what one could only assume was deeply rooted desire.

“Aren't you worried about getting caught?" Charles chuckled, although hastened along into the backseat as if it was just the invitation he'd been waiting for the whole time. “After all that fuss with the car – this is no problem to you? Jeez, you're different when your cock's hard..."

But that was a good thing: a very good thing, in fact. That was something that he needed so very desperately, perhaps even more than he'd allowed himself to believe in his little life of crime, only stealing enough to pay the basest of bills and finding his thrills and entertainment elsewhere. It was as mundane, truly, as Soren thought his day to day life was and yet that could well be something that they could change together in the realm of masculine pleasure. Soren stretched out across the backseat with his heart pounding and mouth open, too dry to even lick his own lips with a drop of saliva, his backside on show and every last bit of him vulnerable.

“Shut up and fuck me..."

Power bottoming or something else entirely? Ah, what did it matter when the two of them had their own kind of attention to enjoy? And Charles had not yet had the pleasure of sinking his cock into Soren's warm hole, tensed and ready for him even as he pulled his cock from his own trousers, a pale-skinned spire with the skin pulled back from the glands. Charles groaned and spat, rubbing a bit of spittle over the head, making it shine, although the little lubricant that he had naturally available was not going to be much for Soren.

That was okay. It just meant that he'd have to be gentle, at least in part.

He pressed his lips to the back of Soren's neck as he moved over him, relishing the gasp from his accomplice's lips. Heart pounding, all Charles could do was grasp his own cock in one hand, arm trembling as he balanced over his lover and found his clenching hole, prying it open with all the gentleness and sweetness he had at his disposal. After all, he didn't want to hurt Soren even as he penetrated him, his shaft pushing in deeper and deeper as he gave his friend plenty of time to get used to his size and length, stretching him out for the first time in far, far too long.

Biting his lip and gnawing at the inside of his cheek until it flooded his mouth in a hot, metallic rush of blood, Soren moaned – or at least tried to hold back his moan. He didn't know who he thought was out there to hear him but it was something so deep and guttural that it didn't even seem as if it could have possibly drawn itself up from inside him, rising from the back of his throat and leaving it raw with passion itself. It was not the easiest penetration to take but it was all the more intimate for bringing such a rush of exhibitionism to him, the groan of traffic so close reminding him all the while that they could, really, be caught at any moment.

And yet that was part of the thrill and the rush, what had Soren digging his elbows into the seat and rocking back, grunting at Charles to go harder, even as a faint line of pain glanced through his most intimate of passages. His lover was gentle but not about to hold back as he pinned a hand down between Soren's shoulder blades – for balance more than anything else – and hissed through his teeth, drawing back for the first, real thrust of the evening.

“Fucking take it!"

They could fuck and come together evenly over and over again but there would never again be anything quite like that first thrust driving into Soren, the one that made him moan and swear and act like he was in control, rolling his hips back for more. It struck a chord inside him that nothing else could, hips rolled up from the seat as Charles' boots scrambled for purchase in the grit and dirt outside the car, needing the standing to thrust and grind, breath catching in his throat. His body knew what to do, instinct taking over as he gripped Soren's shoulder, his free hand running over and over the muscled back of the back before him, easily now defined through his shirt with his current position.

“Fuck me..."

But that was hardly anything eloquent that Charles was able to force out, thrusting and pounding and driving to a crescendo of pleasure. Soren below him managed to get up onto all fours – or something close enough to it – as Charles huffed and leaned over him, nearly shoving his own forehead up against the opposite window in his lust and excitement, needing to climax.

He could not be denied such a climax, rising swiftly and threatening, the feel of it driving him on and on to thrust and grind, forgetting even Soren's pleasure for a moment. With the man's hips raised, he was only able to reach around to pump his cock in the scant few moments before the need to please himself claimed his mind and Charles let out a deep moan, eyes half-closed as his orgasm took over.

Barely able to keep stroking his momentary lover's cock in the heat of the moment, Charles' hips jerked and thrust, seeding his passage as Soren clenched down around him, the tightness growing as if the man was trying, just a little, to give him as much pleasure as possible. He was that sort of friend but it was simply too difficult for Charles to think as his head spun and spun, heat racing through him down to the tips of his fingers as he spilt his load, Soren grunting like a creature of lust itself beneath him. He couldn't get over, not even in the moment of climax, just how different he was and, somehow, that little revelation that Soren was not only the man he'd known so far brought a fresh rise of need to his loins.

As if knowing just what Charles was thinking as he glanced back over his shoulder, sharp eyes glittering with mischief, Soren winked at him, panting lightly, his cock still twitching and drooling with unfulfilled need.

“Come on now..."

Charles was too happy to sit back on the backseat, hands behind his head as he recovered, even if Soren was, by no means, done quite yet. He knelt up on the backseat, the door still kicked open behind him, and Charles keenly ducked to wrap his lips around that shaft once more, moaning around that thick length as Soren grabbed his hair again, twisting and pulling and yanking. He didn't go too hard but more than enough to excite the man who had only just climaxed, hot need flooding him as his cock, quickly, tried to harden once more. Too sensitive to the tingle of pleasure, Charles squirmed and sucked hard, letting Soren guide him by his hair, lips pursed into a tight, wanton seal around his meat.

He'd have Charles' ass next time, Soren thought dimly, caught up in the moment as his own breath seemed to rake luxuriously against his eardrums, drowning out any other sounds that may or may not have existed outside the scope of the car. Harder and deeper and faster – he thrust on and on, claiming the pleasure that he deserved, the leather of the Lambo beneath him slick with their sweat and cum leaking from his pleasantly stretched and sore anal ring. What did he care if he left a mess behind? Charles had stolen, like, a million cars and he'd never been caught for it...

Need left him careless, forgetting all the worries that had plagued him earlier, his sexuality his best weapon in fighting off concerns that could otherwise drag him down, and it was no time at all before he too snarled out his climax, making a noise that he didn't even think should have come from his own lips as he growled and let Charles suck him to completion, a hefty load of creamy cum pouring straight down his throat.

And Charles gulped down all he could, revelling in the shared, mutual pleasure, hoping that there would still be more to come. Yet he could not be sure, not with how things, the fabric of the world itself, shifted beneath his feet, drawing back with the taste of Soren's essence in his mouth, their relationship forever changed, whether for the better or for the worse.

Slinging his arm around Charles as he sat back, Soren grinned, although there was a sleepy kind of haze to it as he grinned, dazed in the afterglow as crimson and orange rays fully slanted into their shadowy hideaway. Evening would soon be underway but only time would tell how things were to change there, at least.

Time was ticking... Charles pursed his lips, eyeing the overpass as if he expected someone to jump out at any time. He hadn't gotten so far from being casual and lacking in wariness but that meant that their time together too had an expiry on it, as much as he loathed to admit it.

“We should be getting this car dumped somewhere," Charles sighed, regret openly ringing through his tone. “Damn it... Can't say I expected any of this though."

But that was a good thing, not a bad note, and the grin on his face said as much as he jabbed Soren in the ribs and smirked, lips pulling up more on one side than the other.

“Oh, Charles..."

Charles raised an eyebrow at him, shaking his head even as his lips pulled up in a smile.

That man will surprise me...

_ _

“Yeah?"

And Soren luxuriously stretched out, his hand landing on Charles' already hardening cock as if it was meant to be there, smirking like he had meant it all along and following the tentative line of confidence that their little interlude had brought to his soul. But that was something that Charles, for once, was just going to have to get along with and catch up with as his friend winked and squeezed his shaft to a rush of pleasure.

“Can't you just come along for the ride?"

There was only one right answer to that!