#author toewsin

“Hands on the hood,” Jonny mutters, his mouth against the small hollow behind Patrick’s ear. Close like this, he can smell the oil and the gasoline that clings to Patrick’s hair and it makes his spent cock give a twitch in his boxers.

Patrick leans forward, placing his palms on the hood of the car. Jonny stays close, his body tight against Patrick as he keeps jerking him off. He closes his other hand around Patrick’s hip, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

“Gonna make you come on the car,” he whispers against Patrick’s ear, listening closely to all the little moans and noises that escape Patrick’s lips, “And then we’ll drive to my place, with your come drying on the hood.”

–gasolina, by toewsin