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It was sometime in the summer, sweaty and hot enough that the gang had deemed it good to go on a trip to the beach—they didn’t often travel together, seeing as it usually resulted in a fight. Still, Dee had gotten a new car and insisted repeatedly that they go with her.
They tended to overpack, and by overpack, Dennis meant beer—most of the tiny back seat was crammed with the large cooler Mac and Dennis had gotten specifically for trips like this.
Because sure, it wasn’t often, but being stuffed in a hot car for hours with no beer when Frank refused to pay for a plane was insufferable.
Charlie was supposed to be doing something with Frank, their own personal thing, and it worked out perfectly because Dennis would get the cramped backseat to himself. Usually, on any trips, he was positioned right next to Mac, having to endure conversation nonstop for hours. Mac was okay in limited quantities, a road trip of which he was more than abundant.
But plans never worked out for Dennis; the universe hated him, drawing Charlie out of the bar the same way it made wrinkles stretch on his face with each passing year. “Guys, guys! Frank says he wants to do a ‘stay-cation’... whatever that means, so I want to come with!”
“There's no room in this car, Charlie. What do you want to do? Have us strap you to the roof?” He wouldn’t be opposed to that idea, maybe a branch smacking Charlie's skull would knock a part of his brain right and make him a little smarter—although, with Charlie's luck, he’d just get dumber.
Charlie sputtered, an offended look filling his face as if he wasn’t intruding on a trip he’d already declined. And that’s when Mac chimed in.
“Oh, I know!” He began, and he was way too cheerful about the sudden change of plan—he was getting onto something, wasn’t he? “I can sit on Dennis’s lap!” Apparently, he was getting on Dennis.
“That’s not happening,” Dennis huffed. First of all, Mac being on top of him was a recipe for disaster, considering he was gay now—and a total slut. And even if he wasn’t gay, there’s no way that’d work. Mac’s thighs had to be nearly double the size of Dennis’s; he sure knew how to pack on muscle, and Dennis feared he’d actually be crushed.
“Dennis,” Mac whined.
“What are you boners talking about? And why’s Charlie here?” Dee questioned as she stepped out of the driver's seat…Right, she’d been waiting for Mac and Dennis to finish loading her bags into the car for her–the bitch.
“I want to come with you now, but Dennis won’t let Mac sit on him or whatever—This isn’t fair, man!” Charlie whined to Dee, as if she had a reason to let that happen; the beach would be infinitely better without Charlie at it, the damn sunscreen eater.
Dee rolled her eyes, sharing the annoyance Dennis held. “I’m not dealing with a whole fight—it’s like a two-hour drive, it won’t be torture if one of you sits on the other's lap. Figure it out or don’t, I’m leaving without you guys in five minutes.” Or apparently, she didn’t care as much as Dennis.
“I don’t even want to come on this stupid trip. I’ll just stay home,” Dennis commented, making his way to the trunk to snatch out his bag.
Mac quickly caught him, grabbing his hand before Dennis could open the trunk. “What about all the hot people that are gonna be there? We never go to the beach, and it’s always a magnet for chicks.”
“Yeah, you’ve barely flirted with any girls; this is the perfect chance to get your mojo back,” Charlie chimed in.
Dennis wouldn’t deny that the aspect of women in tiny bikinis sounded good. “I flirt with girls all the time–fuck you.” He corrected, but Charlie and Mac just stared expectantly; whatever, what’s two hours going to do? “Fine, Jesus.”
Both Mac and Charlie let out little cheers at Dennis’s defeat, dancing around all stupid–why was Dennis even friends with these idiots? Dennis let out a heavy sigh as he got into the backseat. He should have insisted Mac and Charlie figure out a way to fit back there together, maybe even make Mac sit up front, because Charlie would be infinitely lighter. Well, Charlie also barely showers or washes his clothes, so if it were between Charlie and Mac, Dennis would take the guy who washes regularly.
That was the only good thing about Mac coming out as gay; he was way cleaner than he used to be in the past. Today, though, no showers could prevent the slightly musky smell Mac was emanating from the sweat of a hot summer day. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, just something Dennis was distinctly aware of because he had a keen sense of smell. And also, it might be that Mac was climbing into the car as well, sweaty body pressing right against Dennis’s.
Mac took a second to fit his body in the car, head smacking the door as he got on his ‘booster seat’. “Fuck–” Mac cursed, grabbed his head as he pulled the door shut, effectively trapping Dennis between him and the seat.
“Is this good?” Mac asked as he got adjusted, and thank god he had the decency to sit on Dennis’s thighs rather than right on his crotch.
“As good as it can be,” Dennis grunted, shifting his legs repeatedly as their skin stuck together. Shorts hadn’t ever been more inconveniencing, and Mac’s unshaved legs spread and placed on either side of Dennis’s made Dennis feel like there were spiders crawling on his calves.
“Good,” Mac muttered, deeper than before, something backing the tone in a way that made Dennis feel uneasy. This was Mac, and Mac always had some sort of motive, because that’s how the gang works. They’re never not scheming, but Dennis didn’t see what Mac would have to gain out of this–especially if it was a decision he’d taken on a moment's notice, there wasn’t exactly time to plan some scheme out.
As the car started moving, Mac’s tense form relaxed ever so slightly, managing to make him that much heavier. A semblance of a sigh escaped Dennis’s lips, breathy and puffing right against the back of Mac’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Mac’s ass was against Dennis in a way that was impossible to ignore, all one-ninety-something pounds pressing their full force against Dennis’s lap. He couldn’t try to zone out during this ride even if he wanted to.
It shouldn’t feel good, and it doesn’t for the most part; Mac’s excruciatingly heavy, and with every shift, Dennis feels his legs growing a little more numb. But there was part of Dennis that wanted Mac to lean his back against Dennis, use him fully as a chair, because something about that all-encompassing pressure felt comforting in a way.
He shook his head—he must be going insane. Quickly, Dennis dug his arm out from Mac’s side and rolled down the window, catching a little bit of fresh air. Most of it was blocked by Mac, and all the added wind really did was block out whatever conversation Dee and Charlie had started having.
Mac’s head tilted back, looking over his shoulder with a bat of his eyes. “Are you doing good?”
“Mhm,” Dennis hummed sarcastically, giving an eye roll to emphasize. Suddenly, Dee hit a pothole, which wouldn’t be something of note in Philly, but it was Mac’s reaction that piqued Dennis’s interest. At the bump in the car, causing Mac and Dennis to bounce against each other, Mac let out a little squeak. It was cut off, muffled by the wind as well, but Dennis had every one of Mac’s seconds cataloged in his head.
Dennis didn’t have a moment to question it, though. They hit a second pothole, deep enough that Dee let out a little curse.
That curse was the least of Dennis’s worries, with the jostling from the pothole, Mac slid back. It was the smallest little inch, but it made all the difference. As much as Dennis would deny that he found Mac attractive, the pure friction of Mac’s ass pressed against his crotch was begging to prove that wrong, drawing a boner slowly, but surely from him.
“Mac-” He inhaled, gently placing his hands on Mac’s hips, just about to force him to scoot forward.
“Hm?” Mac hummed, and as he turned back to face Dennis, his ass shifted ever so slightly, making Dennis have to choke back a moan—maybe this position would be fine.
“Nothing–never mind.” That’s the deciding factor. The last inch of Dennis’s sanity had left his body, because he was sitting there allowing Mac to grind his ass against his cock, knowingly or not—and with it being Mac, there was no way it wasn’t knowingly.
Before Dennis’s mind could reconnect with the reality around him, way too focused on Mac’s ass gift-wrapped in his shorts, his hands had lingered for too long. Fingers danced on Mac’s hips, giving him all the wrong signals, and Mac had definitely taken note of every single digit gripping his waist.
“So, what are you idiots talking about?” Mac suddenly questioned, and god, it was just an excuse. He leaned forward to peek slightly into the front seat, back arching as he did so, ass rubbing against Dennis in just the right way.
The wind was the only thing saving Dennis, a whine escaping his lips that’d be heard by the others if not for it. Mac’s shorts were way too short, riding up his thighs in the bent forward position, and Dennis could swear there were no boxers under there. Curiosity got the best of Dennis—pushing boundaries was fine when Mac had pushed them straight off a cliff with every desperate attempt at coming onto Dennis. So he let his thumb explore downward, hooking onto the edge of the shorts, pulling them up—no matter how far Dennis hiked up that small spot, no other fabric was revealed–there's no way Mac had decided it appropriate to go commando around all his friends.
“Yeah, let me get one–they’re kinda buried.” Mac’s voice suddenly came back into Dennis’s earshot as he leaned back.
“Fuck-” Dennis muttered as the movement caused another full-on grind against his cock.
Mac was digging under bags to get into the cooler, each shift and shove vibrating straight down to Dennis’s crotch, and Mac knew what he was doing; every few seconds, he’d glance at Dennis from the corner of his eye.
And then the friction was gone, Mac had sat up a little, ass lifting off of Dennis’s crotch as he passed a beer into the front seat. “You’re such an asshole,” Dennis muttered.
“What was that?” Mac questioned, making sure to sit back down as roughly as he could, the car shaking a little with the plop back onto Dennis’s lap. He was way too close, back pressed up against Dennis’s chest, practically burying Dennis at this point. The only reason he could still breathe was because Mac was slightly tensed up, not letting his full weight slam against him.
“You know what you’re doing.” Dennis’s heart throbbed in his chest—it was always about the thrill, wasn’t it? Never once had Dennis declined a challenge, but he’d also never been faced with such an intimate position. Being caught in public usually meant bailing before anyone could call the cops, and Dennis admittedly has had his share of scares. But getting caught in this position, whatever it was that his mind was mapping out, had dire consequences.
Charlie was just visible past Mac’s shoulders, mindlessly humming along to whatever song was playing that Dennis couldn’t quite make out—he didn’t usually care about the gang's opinion, and everyone but Dee’s seen him naked on film, this was different, though. A live performance has never been off the table for Dennis, sure, but it was Mac, it was like admitting defeat. Dennis would fuck a dude, and he had. Mac, however, was off limits in a dire way, and he knew that.
“And you’re totally getting off on it, dude,” Mac whispered in return, punctuating that accusation with a slow roll of his hips, small enough to be inconspicuous if you weren’t feeling it.
Dennis shouldn’t enjoy this, but who could deny a toned ass like that practically begging to be used? “So what if I am? Gives you no–hm, right–” Dennis stuttered over his words, small sounds being dragged out with every shift Mac gave—they were grinding at this point.
“You act like I’m such a piece of shit, yet you come onto me when I have nowhere to run…It’s creepy, Mac.” Dennis was leaning up as best as he could, dragging every word in Mac’s ear to remind him how much of a pervert he was. Dennis was no better, though, and he found himself grinding his hips upward as best he could, matching Mac’s movements.
“You could have shoved me off of you,” Mac muttered. The back of his head smacked against Dennis’s forehead as he rolled it back with a heavy exhale; he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
Dennis gave a rough shove to Mac’s ass, barely moving him an inch. “It’s just like when you were fat, there's too much of you to shove.” Not that Dennis was complaining, he just had to be right. If there was a goal, Dennis was going to be the first one there; he always needed to win the prize.
“Do you want me to get off?” Mac’s knees squeezed against either side of Dennis’s, thighs twitching with the movement, and fuck—Dennis couldn’t say he did.
“You’re the only thing hiding my boner from the rest of the gang, you cock sleeve,” Dennis insulted.
“Oh fuck you.” Luckily, it seemed that was Mac’s exact plan with the way his ass didn’t stop. Instead, continuing those slow, repetitive grinds against Dennis’s crotch.
And then suddenly, the wind slowed down–are they off the highway? No matter the reason, the music and conversations flood back in full blast, and there's no way Dennis could hide a moan from the gang now. So he quickly digs nails into Mac’s waist, steadying him as he prays none of them look back and see Dennis grabbing him like that.
“Hey, idiots, we’re gonna get drinks!” Dee announced, and god Dennis has never been more aware of the sweat pouring off his body. It could be excusable, seeing as it’s nearly ninety degrees, and he has a living heater sat right on his lap, but it wouldn’t explain the spot of precum steadily forming through the crotch of his thin shorts.
Mac subtly scooted forward, crossing his legs on Dennis’s lap so his boner wasn’t anymore apparent. “Either I suffocated Dennis, or he fell asleep…” He mentioned, and Dennis quickly played the role when Charlie peeked back.
“I don’t want to move and wake him up; he’s been so stressed out lately, y’know? Just get me a Coke or something.” He waved a dismissive hand as the car pulled to a stop, and Dennis had never been more thankful for Mac.
“Yeah, okay, whatever, dude,” Charlie stated, suspiciously eyeing them. It was odd, Mac being kind to Dennis like that; they all hated each other and only helped for their own gain. And sure, that’s what Mac was doing right now, but neither Charlie nor Dee was aware of that.
The doors finally opened and shut, leaving them alone in the quickly heating up car. “Thanks.” That was a rare praise coming from Dennis, and really, Mac didn’t deserve it, seeing as he was the one to get them in this situation, but Dennis felt generous
“Don’t tell me. Show me how thankful you are.” Mac was wiggling again, but this time he was sliding his shorts down his ass, struggling a little bit to do so seated.
“What are you doing?”
No reply was provided; Mac seemed keen on visuals. And, oh, what glorious visuals there were. This was planned, Dennis knew that for certain now, he just had to prove it, because no man wears a tight thong to make sure their butt-plug doesn’t come out if they hadn’t planned this out.
“Being a—what did you say? ‘Cock sleeve’?” Was he hung up on that phrasing? He sure as hell sounded pissed.
“I wasn’t being literal and you know it,” Dennis huffed.
“Do you want to fuck me or not? We have maybe five minutes before Charlie and Dee are back—only because I know Charlie will want some random household cleaner to consume, and they’re going to have to plunder the bathroom.”
Dennis glanced at Mac’s ass again before sighing. “If you get us caught, I’m throwing you out of the moving car,” He warned as he tugged the thin string containing Mac’s ass aside.
“So…How did you pull this scheme off?” He finally asked, leaving one hand on Mac’s ass, using the other to free his own cock.
“I uhm—ah,” Mac whined out, choking up over his words when Dennis gripped onto the base of the plug, giving the tiniest of tugs. “‘Accidently’ sent Frank videos of sexy chicks online doing ‘staycations’, implanted the idea in his head,” Mac admitted between pants, body beginning to shake at Dennis’s slow movements.
“Hurry up!” Mac suddenly barked the order, and Dennis obeyed in the worst way, giving one quick tug that drew out a sound anyone in the parking lot could definitely hear. “Ah-fuck-you’re such a dick!”
“You told me to hurry up!” Dennis shouted in return, and before Mac could protest, Dennis was sticking fingers in his mouth, stealing a coating of spit. As if on instinct, Mac’s lips sealed around the intrusion, giving a small suck before Dennis slid them back out.
“Shit–shit! They’re walking out!” Mac panicked, shorts halfway down, back arched against Dennis’s crotch. Disregarding Mac’s comfort to avoid getting caught, Dennis spit into his hand, joining it with Mac’s before quickly coating himself. And with one quick shove to Mac’s hips, he was buried balls deep, causing Mac to literally shout—they were going to be found out, Dennis’s social life was screwed.
Mac had the first bright idea in his life, which was to grab one of the towels out of the beach bag lying on the cooler, quickly setting it on his lap. Similarly, Dennis grabbed the plug and slipped it into his pocket.
“Thanks, dude-” Mac managed out when Charlie got in, reaching back to give Mac a drink.
“Oh, hey, you woke up!” Charlie beamed. “We didn’t get you a drink, though…”
“Ah—all good, I’m not even thirsty.” Truthfully, Dennis’s mouth felt dry as a bone.
Charlie glanced between them, and fuck, here it is. “I guess people aren’t lying when they say don’t leave babies in cars… You guys look sweaty as hell.”
“Don’t soak my seats in it, this car is new—ish…” Dee complained, quickly turning on the car so some cold air would get on the two.
“I guarantee you someone died in this backseat, no one sells a ‘newish’ car for four hundred bucks,” Dennis complained, voice hitching on the last word when Mac shifted slightly. He was a bastard, and from the way he kept that straw in his mouth, nearly chewing holes in the plastic, he was well aware.
“Whatever, you’re just jealous that your Range Rover is old and unusable for long drives like this.” Usually, Dennis would scream at an insult to his perfect car, but if he opened his mouth right now, he feared only a moan would escape, so he kept quiet. Dee was getting it once they got to the next rest stop, though.
Finally, the wind picked back up, masking the sounds from the backseat. Dennis would sigh in relief if not for the air being stolen right from his chest, Mac’s back slamming right back into him.
“See how this baby can make everyone eat my dust?!” Dee shouted—the bitch! Slamming on the gas when Dennis had a man on him was simply selfish, cock in his ass or not.
Mac, however, seemed way more affected than Dennis’s breathless whine. His shaky hand grabbed Dennis’s, nails digging into his palm as he turned his head to whisper in Dennis’s ear.
“Jesus—” Was all he managed for the first few seconds. “Felt good.” He choked out, as if Dennis wasn’t already aware of that.
“Yeah,” Dennis whispered in return, squeezing Mac’s hand just as tight; it was gayer than being inside of Mac, but he’d let it happen for just this moment.
“Gonna move-”
“No, no no–Mac-” Dennis stuttered out, succeeding in nothing but egging Mac on. A spike of pleasure shot right to Dennis’s core as Mac lifted ever so slightly, sitting back down almost immediately. Sneakiness was nearly impossible when Dee had a rearview mirror, in Mac’s mind, though, he’d already been damned to hell, so why not drag Dennis down with him?
And just when Dennis thought he might make it, seeing as Mac stilled, Dee hit another pot hole.
The grinding was one thing; having Mac be bounced up and down on his cock was another, way more intense thing. There was no hiding the moan that escaped both of their lips; Mac, however, was proving to be a quick thinker, grabbing his head and giving a shout to Dee to be more careful.
It was all too much, and Dennis never once thought he’d be the one getting overstimulated during sex. But who wouldn’t? Mac was crushing him in every way possible, chest, thighs, hand, Dennis might not survive this ride—both car and man.
“Calm your dicks! I’m getting on the highway; it’s going to be smooth sailing from here.” That loud shout was muffled by the wind, and Dennis found comfort because surely that meant they couldn’t hear him either.
“Mac! Lean up here, buddy, I want to play eye spy!” Charlie added in the screaming, trying to speak over the wind.
Dennis grabbed the back of Mac’s shirt. “Don’t you dare move.” It seemed he had no dominion over Mac anymore, though. It was just enough of a slide forward that Dennis’s cock was left halfway in, and Dennis was questioning how Mac was going to explain the towel he desperately held over his tug-down shorts.
As much as Mac had dwelled over the insult earlier, Dennis was starting to feel like the sex toy here, having to sit back and take whatever Mac would give him—what else was he supposed to do? If Dennis was insane enough, he’d interrupt that childish game they were playing and slam Mac right into that cooler, taking full control of the situation to fuck him relentlessly.
But Dennis still had his dignity, so he’d bite his cheek and bide his time.
“I spy…Something hard,” Mac’s voice suddenly became clear, sliding right back down to the base as he leaned back, once again crushing Dennis—was no one going to question why Mac was suffocating him?
‘Something hard’, this asshole was going to get them caught, and he probably wanted it too, he wanted everyone to know he fucked Dennis. Dennis felt his eye twitch.
At least now, Charlie was leaning into the backseat, instead of Mac meeting him halfway. “Dude! That’s not fair—everything in this car is hard!” Charlie whined.
“I guess, yeah, everything is hard…In some way.” Mac sounded winded, like he’d run a marathon, and thank god for Charlie's retardation. “Okay, okay, Charlie, how about you take my turn? I’m a little distracted.”
“I spy with my little eye a fat piece of shit that’s making my legs go numb,” Dennis muttered, just low enough that only Mac caught it. During Mac and Charlie’s game, Dennis had to sit there and wait, holding back whines from Mac’s occasional shifting—the damn slut was barely affected at this point.
And then, finally, their conversation stilled, Mac’s attention falling back on Dennis. “Dennis…You’re making a lot of noise.”
“My cock is inside of you,” Dennis bit back; quite the observation for Mac to make, as if any man wouldn’t be making sound in this situation.
“You’re the one that brags over how much control you have on your cock…Use it.” With no warning–or maybe that was Mac’s warning, Mac began to mimic that same grinding motion. Barely moving and yet Dennis felt his cock begin to twitch, he wasn’t going to last, was he?
Never once had he felt so out of control, but something about this particular instance was affecting him—Dennis refused to acknowledge it was because of Mac, he hates Mac.
“Mac—fuck,” Dennis suddenly choked out. The sweat from Mac’s shirt glazed Dennis’s face when he leaned forward and buried his face into Mac’s shoulders. Old age, that had to be it, being nearly fifty would contribute to not lasting as long, not Mac being undoubtedly sexy.
A little squeak escaped Mac’s lips as Dennis spilled inside him, and to really get all he could out of Dennis, he tilted his hips, getting as balls deep as possible.
Then there was silence. Dennis was sure Mac was getting hit with the reality of the situation just as much as Dennis was. They were locked in a moving vehicle surrounded by their friends (and family, in Dennis’s case). There was no way to clean up or even pull out, not with someone catching wind of all their movement.
“When’s the next rest stop? I got to piss–” Dennis coughed awkwardly, over-sensitive dick twitching at every squirm Mac did from above him. Did he have to move so much? He hadn’t come, and that was probably for the best considering it’d go straight onto his shorts and towel. But the bastard didn’t seem to get that, continuing with that incessant squirming, most definitely getting off on it.
“I don’t know? You should have gone when we stopped at the last one. The hotels only like sixty miles away, if traffic stays like this, we’ll be there in an hour or so—you can hold it.” Dee’s annoyed voice sounded.
Dennis sighed, and Mac turned his head as far back as he could, flashing Dennis a little satisfied look. There’d be knives at the hotel; that’s when Dennis could enact revenge for being talked into this. Mac was smirking, knowing damn well Dennis would be stuck in him for another hour or else they’d be caught.
At any slight shake or wobble in the car, Mac would involuntarily clench, and if Dennis were still twenty, he’d already be hard again. A whole hour—he was screwed, and Mac was enjoying it way too much. Never once did he still, even if it was just a slight tilt of his hips, Dennis felt every last movement.
At some point, Dennis’s legs went from tingling to full-on non-existent, a ghost in the back of his mind; it didn’t even matter to Dennis if his legs had no circulation or not, all he could focus on was Mac. Never once has Dennis wanted to have Mac flood and infect his every thought, but here he was taking note of how every inch he could touch felt, cataloging them in his mind for later.
Although he didn’t have to masturbate to the thought, seeing as Mac was more than willing to be used by Dennis—even if right now it felt the other way around. Mac had schemed around, planning on the perfect moment to pounce, like a wild animal waiting to attack its prey. Only Dennis had never once been prey, and he wouldn’t admit defeat just yet—he’d find a time to fight back.
For now, though, Dennis had to sit and wait. Beyond the general summer heat, Dennis felt sweltering in a way he never had before, arousal mixing with the burning heat of Mac’s insides enclosed on him as the minutes ticked by—his shirt had to be soaked. Dennis could understand cuddling for heat now, at least, something he’d never once considered doing; maybe next winter they could save themselves from being yelled at by the landlord for running up the heating bill (Dennis was always chronically cold) by sleeping like this instead.
Well, if they slept like this, they’d never get any sleep. But that might be an exhaustion Dennis was willing to take. “My legs are completely numb,” Dennis whined into Mac’s ear.
“That sucks.” He didn’t sound like he cared at all. “If it makes you feel better, I’m loving this, bro. You’re way more filling than any toy.” That whisper was so targeted for Dennis’s ego, and he was eating it up despite knowing it. Mac was trying to get him hard again, wasn’t he?
“Thanks,” Dennis scoffed; compliments like this were so foreign. Dennis has thrown out his fair share of mid-thrust compliments, but never has he stayed inside just to continue that connection. “You’re going to have to carry me into the hotel.”
“I’d be more than glad to, why do you think I have all these muscles?” Mac raised his arm, and Dennis could barely pay attention to the flexing when Mac’s whole body tensed up around him.
“I–” Dennis stuttered, sighing in relief when Mac relaxed. “-Assumed they were all for glamour.”
“Well, yeah, that too.” Mac rolled his eyes. Glamour or not, it worked so easily on Dennis; Mac was like a male bird faulting his pretty feathers at Dennis, drawing him in.
There was the occasional word said, but for the most part, Dennis was able to stare out the window and zone out, using all his brain power to bask in the warm heat blasting his core. And then he was snapped out of his thoughts when the car began slowing down; had it been an hour? That must be a record for Dennis being inside someone.
Dee tapped at their window, barely peeking in, but Dennis could feel his blood pressure spike regardless. “Are you two going to get out?”
“Just check in, we’ll have to come back to get our bags anyway,” Dennis replied, and Dee gave him such a perplexed look—rightfully so, because why would Dennis want to stay with Mac crushing his thighs.
“Alright…” And Mac and Dennis were alone again. A Groan escaped Dennis’s lips when Mac shifted forward, sliding all the way off.
“You should probably stretch your legs–” Mac inhaled heavily when Dennis grabbed at him—it was his turn to pounce. With only a slight struggle, Dennis got Mac halfway lying on his back, awkwardly bent and pressed into the cooler.
Dennis’s numb legs shook as he got between Mac’s thighs, life finally coming back in the form of pins and needles. He tried to ignore it, though, and instead focused on willing his half-chub to a full-on erection.
“We got a couple minutes, yeah?” It wasn’t really a question; Dennis was doing this whether they had time or not.
“Yeah—yeah, please,” Mac begged. This time around, Dennis didn’t bother with the spit, seeing as cum was already leaking out—it should be enough lube for a quickie. Dennis wasted no time sliding back in, bending Mac’s already bent spine; he’d have trouble walking when they were done, for sure.
“Mm, I’m almost flattered at how much—schemeing! You did,” Dennis said in between pants, wrapping arms around Mac’s waist to pull him closer.
“Would I sound lame if I said it took me a week to come up with the idea?” The car was shaking, and Dennis prayed there was no one else in this parking lot.
With each thrust forward, Mac got more splayed out, foot wiping away spots of fog on the window. “You’re always lame,” Dennis whispered.
“Fuck you–” With all the sexual stimulation Mac already had, it was no wonder that he was already coming. Dennis wasn’t far behind, so he took the liberty to go as hard as he could with the movements; beer bottles slammed together through the mostly melted ice as Mac’s shoulders rammed into the cooler—they were going to break something.
“You already are,” Dennis added as he bit back a moan, pressing as deep as he could. Right as Dennis pulled out, he grabbed the buttplug from his pocket—it had to go somewhere, didn’t it? Besides, Mac needed clean shorts if he was going to walk inside.
With one quick push, it popped back in, eliciting a whimper from Mac. “Jesus,” He muttered the name in vain, using the Lord's name in a way a good catholic boy never should.
It seemed a miracle the way the door swung open right after their shorts had been tugged back up—just in the nick of time.
“Why are my windows foggy?” Dee asked, confused until she glanced between Mac and Dennis, flushed faces alluding to why Dennis was between Mac’s legs.
“You didn’t—The hotel is right here, you assholes! I swear to god if you got jizz on my seats, you’re walking home!” Dee screamed as she dragged Dennis out by the back of his shirt, trying to get a good look at the seats.
“Fuck you! Don’t touch me!” Dennis protested.
“I think it all got on my shirt…” Mac muttered, and instead of being satisfied, Dee just let out a groan of disgust.
“Dude, I know you’re like banging Mac or whatever, but look what I got!” Charlie was suddenly shoving a bottle of sunscreen in Dennis’s face, and he knew damn well Charlie was going to drink it. He let out a sigh as he glanced between the three of them, Dee screaming at a blushing Mac, and Charlie about to chow down on chemicals.
Coming on this trip was a mistake.