Pushing on the brake, Altair gave a half-hearted protest that was lost over Malik’s tongue sliding into his mouth. The sound dwindled into a soft whine, and Altair made up for the embarrassing noise by asserting himself with firmer kisses and nips around Malik’s mouth.
He knew for a fact that they were both perfectly capable of multitasking, especially when one or the other was involved. Still, he was a little taken aback when Malik drew back, bracing one hand between Altair’s legs on the seat to keep himself righted.
“Go,” Malik said, staring at Altair’s face thoughtfully – most likely contemplating where he would want to put his mouth next.
“I am going,” Altair said, miffed. “You’re the one who stopped!”
Malik rolled his eyes, gesturing to the road with a tilt of his head. “I mean catch up.”
Altair looked past Malik and saw that the car in front of them had moved ahead by a good thirty feet. Though he could have let the car roll forward, Altair gave the gas pedal a hard tap, grinning as Malik lurched against him and fell back over the steering wheel when Altair stopped, making the car honk in protest.
“Or, you know, I could not make out with you,” Malik huffed, annoyed. He propped himself up, but Altair moved close, foot firmly over the brake and hands even more firmly around Malik’s face.
Altair had to admit that the traffic moved more quickly with Malik leaning over his lap – sometimes too fast since Malik seemed determine to play the worst game of Red Light Green Light ever. He broke off to remind Altair to move the car, only to tell him a moment later to stop so he could resume attacking Altair’s mouth, and sometimes he didn’t bother saying anything at all, too busy leaving reddening wet marks down Altair’s neck.
Altair stirred in his seat, shifting under the simmering burn of Malik’s leisurely attentions. He glanced outside, watching the cars on the opposite road zoom past, and willed his body not to respond too much. It was never a high priority on Altair’s list to give a damn about what strangers thought of him, but he was glad that the laundry hamper on the passenger’s seat obscured most of the window, and he doubt anyone could even see the back seats with the furniture piled high inside. Altair supposed the driver in front of them might have looked in their rearview mirror by now, but at least the person was getting a good show.
Dragging out a quiet sigh from Altair, Malik tilted his head and smirked. Pleased with whatever he saw, he glanced over his shoulder at the lifting traffic, the car now moving at a more reasonable pace of twenty miles an hour and gaining speed.
“Just in time,” Malik said, his gaze falling to Altair’s lap with a pointed look.
Altair glared at him and kept his mouth shut tight, even as Malik delivered one last kiss that smacked loudly with a mocking mwah. The other man slinked back to his seat, collapsing into the messy heap of books, clothes, and furniture. A second later, Altair heard Malik’s seatbelt click and felt his knees digging behind him.
“Speed it up, novice.”
Annoyed, Altair drummed his fingers over the steering wheel. The traffic was moving at highway speed for once, but it wasn’t long until he found himself driving on the side of the road again, the gravel crunching loudly beneath them.
“What are you doing?“ Malik began, but stopped in confusion when Altair put the car in park and hit the emergency lights. He met Altair’s stare in the rearview mirror, and gave him a very unimpressed expression. “Altair, don’t even think about-“
But Altair was already unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing over into the backseat, knocking things aside as Malik drew his legs up to make room.
“Maybe I should let you drive since all you do is tell me how I should do it,” Altair said, slumping into the tiny space with a clatter of what wounded like kitchen utensils. He got as comfortable as he could in Malik’s lap and laughed when Malik refused to answer right away. Pressing against him, Altair noted that Malik wasn’t as unruffled was he appeared to be, eyes dark and cheeks turned ruddy and warm. He hummed.
“Fine,” Malik finally drawled, slinging his arm around Altair’s shoulders. “I’ll let you do the driving.”
Backseat Driver [2/2]
He knew for a fact that they were both perfectly capable of multitasking, especially when one or the other was involved. Still, he was a little taken aback when Malik drew back, bracing one hand between Altair’s legs on the seat to keep himself righted.
“Go,” Malik said, staring at Altair’s face thoughtfully – most likely contemplating where he would want to put his mouth next.
“I am going,” Altair said, miffed. “You’re the one who stopped!”
Malik rolled his eyes, gesturing to the road with a tilt of his head. “I mean catch up.”
Altair looked past Malik and saw that the car in front of them had moved ahead by a good thirty feet. Though he could have let the car roll forward, Altair gave the gas pedal a hard tap, grinning as Malik lurched against him and fell back over the steering wheel when Altair stopped, making the car honk in protest.
“Or, you know, I could not make out with you,” Malik huffed, annoyed. He propped himself up, but Altair moved close, foot firmly over the brake and hands even more firmly around Malik’s face.
Altair had to admit that the traffic moved more quickly with Malik leaning over his lap – sometimes too fast since Malik seemed determine to play the worst game of Red Light Green Light ever. He broke off to remind Altair to move the car, only to tell him a moment later to stop so he could resume attacking Altair’s mouth, and sometimes he didn’t bother saying anything at all, too busy leaving reddening wet marks down Altair’s neck.
Altair stirred in his seat, shifting under the simmering burn of Malik’s leisurely attentions. He glanced outside, watching the cars on the opposite road zoom past, and willed his body not to respond too much. It was never a high priority on Altair’s list to give a damn about what strangers thought of him, but he was glad that the laundry hamper on the passenger’s seat obscured most of the window, and he doubt anyone could even see the back seats with the furniture piled high inside. Altair supposed the driver in front of them might have looked in their rearview mirror by now, but at least the person was getting a good show.
Dragging out a quiet sigh from Altair, Malik tilted his head and smirked. Pleased with whatever he saw, he glanced over his shoulder at the lifting traffic, the car now moving at a more reasonable pace of twenty miles an hour and gaining speed.
“Just in time,” Malik said, his gaze falling to Altair’s lap with a pointed look.
Altair glared at him and kept his mouth shut tight, even as Malik delivered one last kiss that smacked loudly with a mocking mwah. The other man slinked back to his seat, collapsing into the messy heap of books, clothes, and furniture. A second later, Altair heard Malik’s seatbelt click and felt his knees digging behind him.
“Speed it up, novice.”
Annoyed, Altair drummed his fingers over the steering wheel. The traffic was moving at highway speed for once, but it wasn’t long until he found himself driving on the side of the road again, the gravel crunching loudly beneath them.
“What are you doing?“ Malik began, but stopped in confusion when Altair put the car in park and hit the emergency lights. He met Altair’s stare in the rearview mirror, and gave him a very unimpressed expression. “Altair, don’t even think about-“
But Altair was already unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing over into the backseat, knocking things aside as Malik drew his legs up to make room.
“Maybe I should let you drive since all you do is tell me how I should do it,” Altair said, slumping into the tiny space with a clatter of what wounded like kitchen utensils. He got as comfortable as he could in Malik’s lap and laughed when Malik refused to answer right away. Pressing against him, Altair noted that Malik wasn’t as unruffled was he appeared to be, eyes dark and cheeks turned ruddy and warm. He hummed.
“Fine,” Malik finally drawled, slinging his arm around Altair’s shoulders. “I’ll let you do the driving.”