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Paddy grunts as he falls into his car after a long day in the London office of his law firm. He hates coming down to London. He hates flying, or rather, hates the endless waiting and hordes of people in airports. So he drives, which he also hates, as it takes an entire day. Probably should be two days, but he also hates dragging it out any more than he has to. The one thing he doesn’t hate about the whole ordeal is the blessed silence inside his car where he can shout as loud as he pleases, and fill it with streams of poetry, or blast music as loud as he can handle, for nine or so hours straight. Anything to keep his mind occupied. Keep moving, keep going.
He does like seeing the lads at the London office. They have a tendency to carelessly overlook his reluctance to form lasting and meaningful bonds and invite him to spend off work hours with them doing all manner of things across London. He’s been to David’s lavish Chelsea house more than he would care to admit to anyone back in Belfast. It’s criminally large, in Paddy’s opinion. Who needs that big of a kitchen when one doesn’t know how to cook?
However, today, they’re all busy. Busy with wives, girlfriends, boyfriends, children, etcetera. And so Paddy is planning to go straight back to Bill Fraser’s flat, where he crashes whenever he’s in town, and drink in silence. Bill is good at silence. They are good at silence, together. Sometimes, at least. When they’re not biting at each other's sore spots, and discussing whether Paddy should start contributing to Bill’s rent, as he’s crashing in Bill’s spare room quite a lot, and he can’t really get a tenant, can he, if Paddy is prone to showing up for several days at a time twice a month. And rent isn’t cheap in London, you know. Rinse and fucking repeat, whenever Bill is in a mood. He may or may not have hinted he is indeed in the mood this morning when he pointedly said “Your coffee mug needs to be cleaned and in the drying rack before you leave, please. Stop leaving it on the counter. I always end up cleaning it out of annoyance and it’s driving me mad.”
Ok. So. Maybe not going home. He sits in his car for a bit and scrolls through Instagram. Switches to Twitter and immediately decides that was a horrible decision. He closes his phone and decides he’ll delay going back to Bill’s by exercising. Keep moving. Keep fucking moving.
—
Paddy tosses his gym kit in the boot of his car and settles into the driver’s seat. He showered at the gym and changed into a sweat set, but he still doesn’t want to go home, even though it’s getting late. He’s feeling antsy, itchy. Maybe horny. He sighs. It’s been a while. And he categorically will not be hooking up with Bill, even though he knows everyone from the London and Belfast offices have what they think is a covert bet that that is their arrangement. Based on the fact that they’re both queer, and literally nothing else, as far as Paddy can tell. He hasn’t told Bill about it, mostly because he suspects Bill would use it as another talking point in his campaign for rent money. Fucking shite.
He stretches his neck and runs his hand through his damp hair. Swipes through his phone restlessly. He pauses over Grindr. Thinks about opening it.
He swipes away.
Pauses.
Swipes back.
Oh, why the fuck not?
He leans back and swipes through. The usual for this time of day and being in London. He scrolls through restlessly for a few minutes. Sees a guy he’s already hooked up with. He was nice. Good in bed. Uncomplicated. Rather perfect for what Paddy is looking for tonight. He goes to send him a message asking if he’s up for another go when a new message pops up.
Hey
Then, right after, another two messages pop up.
A picture comes through of a guy laying on his back shirtless in bed.
He’s gorgeous, mouth smirking and chest on display. Pants sitting low down on his hipbones, and his hand resting over his cock.
Paddy shifts in his seat. He’s hot. Too hot. Really really fucking hot.
wyd
Paddy grunts. What the fuck is he doing, indeed.
You if I play my cards right
He palms his cock and sends a picture of the outline of it showing through his joggers.
The guy sends back the tongue emoji. Christ.
👅
Are you free now?
Can come over.
I want to get my mouth on you.
Names Eoin btw.
He can’t bring this guy back to Bill’s place. Bill does not appreciate it when Paddy acts like he pays rent.
Paddy
Can’t do my place.
My flatmates got my goat
Do you have a free place?
No mine either
Then I’ve got my car.
You up for it?
Fuck yeah
Brilliant. Paddy sends him a row of smirking devils and then asks where he can pick him up from.
😈😈😈😈😈
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As he rounds the corner he sees a tall lad standing against a fence. Dressed in an adidas tracksuit, and curly hair falling onto his forehead, and bright white trainers on his feet, and the glow of his phone illuminating his face on the dark street. He must clock Paddy’s car slowing down because he efficiently pushes himself off the wall and opens the passenger door just as Paddy brings the car to a stop. He folds himself into the low seat and turns his huge eyes towards Paddy. Christ, but he’s even more gorgeous in person.
“Alright?” He’s got a wide fucking mouth, so gorgeous as it stretches into a smile that could launch war ships. Paddy thinks he might be going insane. He blinks.
“Yeah. You have an idea of where we might be able to park?”
“Course. Follow this road for a wee bit and we’ll go round the warehouse car park somewhere.”
Warehouse car park sounds a lot like a place people go to get kidnapped, but as they’re in Paddy’s car he figures he's actually the one with the advantage here. He pulls the car back onto the road and starts driving again.
“Sound.”
—
Eventually they agree on a spot that’s mostly out of any street lights and bordered on three sides by tall brick walls and a huge shrub. Probably the best they can hope for in terms of privacy while looking for a place to fuck while out on a street in London.
Once he puts the car in park and turns it off, he turns back to Eoin. He’s already looking over, and is smiling this diabolically charming smile for a rather dubious grindr hookup that is about to have sex with him in a roadway.
“So..” Paddy begins, but he doesn’t even get to form a complete thought before Eoin leans over the center console and kisses him. Excellent. Straight in then.
Paddy leans in to meet him and wraps his hand around Eoin’s thigh, pressing his fingers down, feeling the thick muscle flex under his fingers. Eoin’s hand comes up and cradles Paddy’s face, pulling it to the side so he can slip his tongue even deeper into Paddy’s mouth. He’s a very good kisser, Paddy is pleased to learn. A hookup is always better when that’s the case.
He pulls back, and stares into Paddy’s eyes as he trails his hand down Paddy's cheek, over his neck, fingers catching briefly in the neck of Paddy’s sweatshirt and stretching it out. Rather rude, that. Then his hand goes down Paddy’s torso, and straight into his pants, pulling him out so Eoin can lightly stroke him. This boy is bloody efficient.
He looks down at his hand moving over Paddy, makes an appreciative noise as he sizes him up, and he leans down and nips at Paddy’s collarbone before shifting and bending in half and taking Paddy completely into his mouth.
Paddy slams his head back against the headrest and slides his hand out from under Eoin’s torso and into his hair. He doesn’t pull or push. Would be very impolite, that. But he does appreciate the feeling of Eoin’s silky curls between his fingers, his slightly sweaty neck, and Eoin's wet mouth taking him all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck! That’s deep,” Paddy groans.
Eoin leans up and grins at him and says, “Always,” before going down again.
Paddy groans, slides his hand down Eoin's back and brings his other up to rest on the back of Eoin’s head. Eoin gets his hand up and holds Paddy’s balls, massaging them in his hand while he lets his saliva collect on Paddy’s cock.
Paddy grabs himself under Eoin’s mouth and pushes him off and drags him to his mouth. They kiss as Paddy pushes him back towards his side of the car and reaches down to get Eoin’s cock out. Eoin helps him pull his joggers down a bit and then spreads his legs as far as they’ll go in the confines of the passenger seat. Paddy brings his hand up to his own mouth and licks his fingers before he reaches down between Eoin’s legs, past his dick, and finds his hole. Eoin moans, tries to spread his legs even more, and grabs his own cock, fisting the head of it. He sinks down in the seat a bit so Paddy can reach below him better, but his legs are still mostly stuck together inside his pants. Paddy breathes into his mouth as he circles his hole and Eoin lets out a very nice sound, like a laugh and a sigh in one.
Paddy keeps kissing him, messy, as he wriggles the tip of a finger past Eoin's entrance. The angle is really not great for his wrist, so he breathes a question against Eoin’s mouth.
“Can I fuck you on the bonnet of my car?”
Eoin exhales heavily, breathily, and takes it in stride, “Come on, then.” He immediately grabs the handle and gets out of the car, Paddy following close behind him.
It turns out Eoin has absolutely zero shame, apparently, because he leans forward over the front of Paddy’s car and pulls his joggers down to mid-thigh immediately. His arse is pale, and full, and he looks at Paddy over his shoulder and then exaggerates the arch of his back and wiggles his arse a bit. Paddy is rendered speechless for a second, looking at this sinful boy literally offering himself up. This is fucking categorically absolutely mad. He steps up behind Eoin and grasps one of his cheeks before dropping straight down to his knees, surprising even himself.
He can’t not, though. Eoin’s arse is begging to be worshipped. He runs his tongue over his hole, and then wastes no time pushing in.
—
Paddy fully cannot believe he’s fucking someone against his car. Outside. In London. He’s suddenly very glad that he didn’t want to go home after work. He looks down at himself, disappearing into Eoin, and reaches to pull up Eoin's jacket, exposing his long lean back. He looks divine from this angle, full arse flowing into a tiny waist and a channel running up the middle of his back over his spine where sweat is beginning to collect. He runs his hand through it and then grasps Eoin’s hips.
Eoin is gasping where his head is buried in the inside his elbow, the other hand holding onto the lid of the car by the windscreen. He’s definitely taller than Paddy, but in this position his intimidating height seems so insignificant. Paddy moves even closer and leans down over him, covering him completely, and bites at Eoin's shoulder and neck. Eoin raises his head from his arm and turns to kiss him, messy and mostly on his face rather than his mouth, but then he leans up and braces one hand below him and pulls Paddy flush against him with his other hand. Paddy wraps an arm around his torso and manages to kiss him on the mouth for a while, while he picks up the pace a bit more.
After a bit, he pulls out completely and turns Eoin around to grasp at his cock, wanking him off quickly while Eoin tilts his head back and seems to melt a bit in Paddy’s hold. Paddy holds him while he turns so he can sit on the car, fisting himself and Eoin together in one stroke. Eoin begins to slide down to his knees, and goes for Paddy’s cock again. God. Eoin is so absolutely into sucking cock, Paddy is a bit mad with the knowledge. He should have known, given the way Eoin introduced himself by way of tongue emoji. He holds Eoin’s face in between his palms as he moves up and down on Paddy’s cock, looking up at Paddy with huge round eyes, and spit dripping from his mouth. He’s fisting himself while he does it, and Paddy needs to get back in him, right the fuck now.
“Sit on it,” he gasps down at Eoin, and Eoin immediately gets up and turns around.
Paddy guides himself back in and Eoin sinks down until he’s fully seated on Paddy’s lap. He drags one of his hands over Eoin’s tight stomach and leans back on his other. Where Eoin’s height wasn’t obvious before, it’s very obvious now.
His glorious thighs flex as he drags himself back up and reaches around to brace himself as well, places his hand over Paddy’s where he’s balancing them on the car. He starts bouncing, careful not to put his full weight onto Paddy. Paddy growls and wraps his hand around the front of Eoin's throat, feeling his groans before he hears them where his forehead is pressed to Eoin's back. They keep it up for a while but it becomes apparent it's difficult for Eoin to hold himself up the way he is when he tries leaning forward and bracing his hands on his knees, so Paddy pushes himself up and propels Eoin forward until he's braced against the brick wall in front of the car.
He can do the work now, and he does, pumping into Eoin faster and faster, groaning in unison with him, loud. Eoin reaches back and squeezes his arm and shushes him. They do need to be quiet, they are in fucking public, even though it is a dark empty street.
Eoin bends himself forward, both hands on the wall, and sighs when Paddy picks up the pace even more.
“Wait a minute,” he suddenly gasps, and pushes Paddy back.
“Are you alright?,” momentarily he’s worried his volume has freaked Eoin out and reminded him they’ve definitely not stuck to the inside of the car as they probably should have.
“Fine, yeah. Just-” he turns and goes back to Paddy’s car, where he leans back against the bonnet then and lays down and begins to raise his legs up. Paddy immediately steps forward to hold them. His joggers are still around his ankles and Paddy does not have the patience to try and solve how to get them off over his trainers. He grabs both of Eoin's ankles and holds them up, Eoin's joggers getting caught around Paddys throat, and then Eoin reaches down and guides Paddy back into himself. Paddy slides in easily and pounds into him right away. They’re both so fucking close, he can feel the edge is just within reach.
He looks down at Eoin, lying in front of him and fisting himself furiously, thighs spread wide and bent back against his torso, and looking up at Paddy with his mouth open and gasping. His head keeps bumping up against the windscreen, which can't be comfortable, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. He’s breathing so heavy, and he’s meeting Paddy’s gaze so directly, Paddy feels like he can’t look away, even if we wanted to. Which he very much does not. He’s spellbound by this boy, with his wide mouth gasping, and his doe eyes looking up at Paddy, like he means something. Paddy is going to come. He drags himself out and then slams himself back three more times in quick succession before he does, holding himself inside Eoin while he comes and Eoin tightens all of his muscles up and pulls on his own cock once more and shoots across his stomach and top, bunched up as it is around his torso. Paddy fucks him lightly a few more times, attempting to ease him through it, before he pulls out and Eoin’s legs collapse back underneath him. He’s breathing hard and staring up at the sky. He drags a hand over his face, and sits up, looking at Paddy while he pulls his sweats back on properly.
“That was hot,” he says eventually.
“Yeah,” Paddy agrees. What the hell else can he even say? It was possibly the hottest sex Paddy has ever had. Eoin is… something else.
He goes and sits sideways in the front seat of the car. He cannot possibly stand any longer. Eoin follows him and stands with his hand braced against the roof the car and the open door, right in front of Paddy. Paddy can’t fucking resist, he pulls Eoin down by the chain around his neck and kisses him. Tastes himself on Eoin’s tongue, and Eoin is all too happy to share. They kiss for a while. Eoin bent down to hold Paddy's head where he wants it, and Paddy afraid he might slip through the floor and into the afterlife if he doesn’t hold on to something solid.
They kiss and kiss, for a long time.
Eoin eventually pulls away to lean and stretch out his back.
“I can feel you dripping down my leg,” he says with a laugh in his voice. Bit of smugness, too, Paddy notes.
“Show me?”
Eoin smirks and says “Aye, I’ll show you,” right before he turns and rather carelessly pulls his pants down again and pulls his cheeks apart. His hole pulses and a bit of come slowly drips down.
Fuck. Fucking fuck. This boy is going to be the death of him.
Paddy licks his finger before he reaches out and catches it so he can push it back in. Eoin gasps and lets go of his arse to grasp the car door with one hand. He groans, “Fuckkk…”
He reaches down and grabs Paddy's wrist to pull it away from his arse and holds it tight for a second before he pulls his pants back up and swiftly spins around. Paddy thinks he’s going for another kiss, but it’s really more of a bite.
Eoin pulls his lip between his teeth for a second and then stands back up to his full height and declares they should really be off, doesn’t Paddy think? It’s a miracle no one has walked past so far, so Paddy thinks he’s probably right.
—
The short ten minute drive back to the spot he picked Eoin up at is taken up by discussions of footie scores, wherein Paddy admits he doesn’t follow it very closely, is more of a rugby man himself. Eoin’s eyes rake over his sprawled thighs and apparently he agrees because he doesn’t give Paddy too hard a time about it.
Paddy brings the car to a stop and Eoin turns his whole body toward Paddy again, “This was fun,” he says, leaving no room for discussion, “Really, really fun.”
Paddy agrees. Of course he fucking agrees.
Eoin’s wide mouth curves upwards and he reaches over for one last cheeky feel between Paddy’s legs and an “I’ll see you around, maybe.” Then he’s up and out of the car and down the street before Paddy can even regain any coherent thoughts. What would he say? Ask for Eoin’s number? Ask if he’s an angel who fell from some sort of gay sex heaven? Ask if he’s a devil for the same reason?
He watches as Eoin’s long legs carry him off the main road and down a tree lined path before disappearing from his view.
He stares at the spot Eoin just disappeared from and puts the car in park and buries his face in his hands and groans.
Fuck fuck fuck. What even was that? Who the fuck is that glorious gorgeous boy. Who is Eoin??
He lets out a groan, but this time an annoyed one. He got what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted, and more. Paddy hasn’t been that unleashed in a while. Hasn’t let himself. It felt strangely good to not be encumbered by his usual litany of self-loathing and tendency to pick out every single flaw in his chosen partner until he backs himself into a corner that he inevitably hurls insults to get himself out of.
Eoin, though. He was so… unashamed of everything. Daring. Completely unabashed, as he smiled at Paddy when he first got in the car, and met Paddy’s gaze head on when Paddy was moving inside him.
Paddy didn’t have a moment to think about anything other than the man in front of him for the past hour. Christ. He’ll think about him every time he sees the hood of his car from now on. He’s probably fucked up, and drastically.
He has no choice but to turn the car back on and drive away, back to the booming silence of Bill’s place. Home to Belfast tomorrow. Forget about that fucking maniac of a boy, he tells himself.
Move on. Keep fucking moving.