by _Anthology
“But maybe…” Will started, then stopped. He put a single fingertip to Mitch’s throat and traced the pulse along the vein. “What?” Mitch’s voice was barely a whisper in return. His neck bared to the touch, instinctively.
“Maybe you don’t need the spray,” mused Will. He grinned, mischievously. “Maybe it’s you, not the product.” Mitch chuckled. That was as good as a formal invitation, he reckoned. He slipped a firm hand around Will’s waist and pulled the other man back into the archway of the nearby stockroom door. It was a quiet time, no assistants rushing about with pallets and cages. The announcements had ceased, the store was winding down towards closing, and their carts sheltered them again. Mitch’s heart was beating quickly, pressing insistently against the front of his chest. He reckoned he could feel Will’s beating a similar rhythm. That was really hot.
“A sexy smell, already.” Will’s tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth and licked at Mitch’s neck. He drew in a deeper breath as if savoring the sweetness.
Mitch smiled, smugly. “Sexy to you?” “Sure. Maybe.” Will gave a low laugh. It vibrated down into the hollow of Mitch’s throat, and the blond man shivered again. He was nowhere near the freezer cabinet, though.
“Well, well, well…” Mitch murmured, lips wide in a generous smile. “Yes,” sighed Will, answering something in that smile that didn’t really need voicing aloud. He leant in against Mitch again and covered those generous lips with his own. Their words stopped immediately.
Mitch licked with delight at Will’s plump lower lip and bit on it playfully, tugging it down between his teeth. He liked the low growl that provoked in the back of Will’s throat. He thrust his tongue in gently, probing at the roof of the other man’s mouth. That elicited more of a groan than a growl, but that was damned hot, too.
Yeah , Will thought, lost in similar thoughts of his own. The soda and musk taste in Mitch’s mouth worked well for him. Very well.
The carts rattled as they took the weight of the gently writhing men.
“You think this is the place for this?” hissed Mitch. Will ran a hand thoughtfully down the blond man’s side. “You embarrassed, Matheson?” In reply, Mitch turned him so that they backed up against the shelves again. He pushed at Will and bent his head to kiss him again. The stacks of toilet tissue behind them shifted out of place, and Will gave a strangled gasp of pleasure.
“What do you think?” Mitch grunted.
Will laughed against Mitch’s mouth. “And the shopping?”
Mitch ran his tongue along the line of Will’s jaw as if tasting him. “Fuck it,” he hissed.
Will’s chuckle came from deep in his heaving chest. “I’ll pass. Too many sharp edges on the packaging.”
Mitch’s answering laugh was light, his tone teasing. “Let’s leave it all, then. The shopping…”
“And the game?” Mitch raised his eyebrows. That’s what this all was, after all, and although it was a damned fine way to spend his early Saturday night, he could suggest some even better ones. “Yeah, we can leave that, too. Or take it to another place.”
Will nodded. Mitch’s breath was hot on his ear. He ran his hand down the firm line of Mitch’s thigh, feeling the muscles responding to his touch. “Yes. Sounds good to me. You’re the one who said we should find something to occupy ourselves.”
Mitch grunted agreement and pushed at him again, gently thumping them both against the shelving. A couple of cans of antiseptic cream wobbled precariously and dropped off the top shelf. “Leave the cart and come with me,” he hissed.
Will’s voice was hoarse. “You sure?” His gaze flickered over to the abandoned shopping, then back to Mitch’s face. “Step away from the cart,” warned Mitch.
Will did, grinning, walking backwards a few steps towards the exit. His chest was heaving; his face was flushed. It was a damned good look on him, Mitch thought. He followed. THE assistant clearing away the day’s newspapers by the supermarket door stared as the two young men stumbled past her, spilling out through the brightly lit exit into the darkening night. They seemed a little agitated, like they were almost tripping over their own feet to leave quickly. They were laughing; their eyes were fixed on each other; they were heavily flushed, breathing as harshly as if they’d been running.
She looked at them, curiously. They were really goodlooking, too. She didn’t know why she never met guys like that when she went shopping by herself. As she stared, the blond one paused and placed a hand on the other one’s arm. The dark-haired one lifted a hand in reply and touched at the blond’s hip. For a second, the amusement in their expressions was replaced with something much darker and more desperate. She thought she could hear one or other of them panting gently.
There was often an unusual clientele at this time of night, of course. She wanted to clear her throat, but was surprisingly scared of drawing attention to herself. They didn’t look like shoplifters, though, so she didn’t call for security.
Instead, she watched them recover themselves and turn again to leave. The dark one guided the other one out with a hand on his ass.
That figures, she thought ruefully.
She felt rather flushed, herself.
“COULD you have found a parking place further away
from the store?” grumbled Will. Mitch hauled open the door of his car, and pushed the darkhaired man inside, on to the back seat. “Quit complaining!” he growled. “No cameras here, CCTV… security… whatever.”
Will laughed hoarsely. “Devious bastard.”
“Just lucky, I guess.” Mitch laughed breathlessly.
Will let himself fall backwards on the seat, first on his ass, then flat on to his back. He grabbed out as he went, pulling Mitch after him so that Mitch tumbled forward on to his chest. The car door creaked shut against their heels. The interior light clicked off, and the semi-darkness of the evening settled around them. Their mouths came together fiercely, tongues thrusting, lips sucking. The car rocked in complaint.
Will grunted. “Long time since I did anything in a car.”
Mitch laughed, raggedly. “You’re spoiled, Anders. Had it too easy.”
Will looked up at the dark, feral shine in Mitch’s eyes and he nodded, a little surprised. Wasn’t that just the truth? Mitch knelt on the seat, fumbling at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his thighs. One of his knees jabbed into Will’s thigh. He got one leg free, then the fabric twisted around his other ankle until he managed to wrench his foot out from it. He toed his boots off at the same time. With an impatient growl, he tugged his boxers down and off as well, leaving him naked from the waist down.
Will felt the pressure of Mitch’s lower body against his hips. Thick, muscled thighs; skin taut over slim hips. He wriggled around on his back to try and get a better look at Mitch’s cock. It hung heavily against the blond man’s thigh, half-hard and glistening with damp already. As Will gazed greedily at it, it twitched against the dark curls of Mitch’s groin, swelling even more. Will could feel its radiant heat against his own lap.
“Yeah?” Mitch’s voice was a soft, hungry whisper. When Will glanced back up at him, Mitch’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“Oh, yeah,” Will groaned. This guy liked to tease. “Shift over here. Let me taste you.” He started tugging at his own sweats.
Mitch’s eyes felt heavier at the mere thought, and his heartbeat racketed dangerously fast, but he shook his head. “Later.” His voice was uneven. “Another time. I want more than that, and now. Here.” He knelt up on the seat between Will’s feet and peeled off his vest. Then he reached forward to help Will squirm out of his clothes.
Both naked now, their skin shone faintly in the distant light of the store illumination. Will’s chest heaved with his racing breath, and Mitch’s torso was already smooth with the sheen of sweat. Will shifted his hips to try to get more comfortable and his cock bumped against Mitch’s hip. He could see a glassy bead of pre-come already at its swollen tip; the moisture reflected faintly a neon-pink sign fr
om the far side of the parking lot.
Mitch threw his ponytail back over his shoulder. This was the only time he was ever impatient with it. Getting in the damned way! He leant down again against Will’s prone body, his lips and teeth seeking satisfaction from Will’s mouth, and his legs unfolding along the length of the car seat, fighting for space with Will’s own limbs. Their cocks brushed against each other, the skin wrinkling and stretching with frustration, the flesh dark red and aggressive. It was Will’s turn to moan.
“Want – oh fuck!” The car seats sagged under their combined weight. The windows steamed up; the suspension rocked. The men were slippery against each other, both from sweat and the leaking desire from their arousals.
Will could barely take his mouth from Mitch’s for long enough to speak. The man’s lips were delicious; thick, and firm, with that damned seductive sweetness of soda. Will was beginning to think it was natural, rather than the effect of Mitch’s drinking habits. His hands reached around Mitch as the blond man lay on top of him, sliding his palms along the smooth, supple skin, enjoying the exciting warmth of an unfamiliar body. He ran his fingers along the clenched buttocks of Mitch’s very splendid ass, teasing at the hairs on the strong thighs. Temptation made him strain to reach between the cheeks and to sneak a finger into the puckered skin that was hidden there.
Mitch sucked in a breath. His cock jerked impatiently, squashed against Will’s belly. “Come on,” he hissed. “Do it!”
“Lube?”
Mitch grunted, shifting against Will’s chest. “Under the seat. Everything there.” He groped down over the edge of the cushion. Will gave a sudden curse of pain as he was rolled over onto the discarded car keys, and Mitch didn’t know whether to grimace or grin. He snaked them out from underneath Will’s hip and threw them away on to the floor with a loud jangling noise. Will’s body was stretched out along the bench seat, the crown of his dark hair crushed against the handle of the passenger door, his legs bent rather awkwardly up against the other side. Mitch scooped up a tube and foil packet from under the seat, and sat up, straddling him.
“So fucking awkward,” he complained, but he was smiling at the same time. He twisted open the tube with a practiced, onehanded motion, then slid a hand between his own legs. He pressed a dampened finger into his entrance, then two. For a second, the invasion, though familiar, made him shudder. His head dropped back, and he slipped his fingers in and out, stretching himself.
Beneath him, Will stared up at the sight, following the pattern of shocked and excited expressions on Mitch’s face. He hadn’t felt so hot for a long, long time.
“No room to maneuver.” Mitch persisted in his complaints, arching his back and trying to twist back his knee, which had got trapped between Will’s hip and the back of the car seat.
Will let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Stop complaining and touch me,” he ground out through gritted teeth. His cock reared up from his groin, hot and heavy and begging to be handled firmly. He tried to resist the urgent need to thrust his hips up against Mitch’s ass. “Unless this is too fucking awkward to carry on?”
Mitch dropped his head back down, his hair loose from its tie, his pupils dilated widely, black pools of desire barely lit by the dim light of the parking lot. He grinned. Will’s suggestion was, of course, rhetorical and completely ridiculous. But he took the hint. He reached his other hand down and curled damp, demanding fingers around Will’s cock, the fingers slick with lube.
The dark-haired man groaned. Mitch sighed, a rattling sound in the back of his throat. “Guess I’ll manage, then.” His hand moved for a few more strokes, almost languidly, up and down the stiff flesh that jutted out from Will’s damp, sweaty groin. Will shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, trying to regulate his breathing. “Condom?” he whispered.
Mitch shifted again on top of him, though still holding on to Will’s dick. His fingers slipped out from inside his ass and scrabbled around on the seat for the packet. Will watched him tear it open with his teeth, the foil crackling and glinting in the semidarkness. Mitch held his gaze and reached back down to Will’s cock, feeling his way perfectly, nestling the condom on the tip, then rolling it slowly and surely down to the base.
Will groaned aloud. His hips shuddered involuntarily as Mitch’s hand gripped him, spreading the lube over it generously… teasingly. He stared upwards as Mitch knelt up higher and positioned himself over Will’s lap. Will opened his mouth to speak, then caught the look in Mitch’s eyes. He closed it again, abruptly.
Mitch took a deep breath. His vision shivered and his entrance clenched and opened in anticipation of what was to come. Then he lowered himself down slowly on to Will’s thick, swollen cock, damp with lube, the latex cool and slippery, penetrating his ass. He halted at the first resistance, grimacing, then breathed deeply again and pushed on down.
Will’s hands gripped at Mitch’s hips, fingernails scraping at the skin. It felt incredible! He tugged him down further, and with a gasp, Mitch let his body sink down, swallowing the invasion of his ass.
“ Shit…” murmured Will, almost reverently. Mitch lifted up, carefully, then Will tugged him back down again. And again. Less carefully.
The car rocked; the seats creaked. Will groaned more loudly, as they built up a fierce rhythm. Mitch cried out. It wasn’t too clear whether it was an instruction or an expletive. Either way, he seemed happy to force the pace as fast as he could go, and Will was more than happy to oblige. He lifted his hips, and thrust hard into the body above him, again and again. Mitch’s head dropped down against his chest, his hands gripping the cheap fabric of the seats as if it were the only thing anchoring him to the Earth. His hair fell forward, and he no longer bothered to push it back.
The conclusion was swift and intense. Mitch’s shouts became hiccups, then his own cock shuddered and spat its load over both of their bellies – hot, thick seed spattering on Will’s skin and pooling in his navel. Will felt its warmth like a sticky caress, and when he gasped in response, he felt it slowly trickle down the side of his stomach. More than hot, he thought, dizzily, and he moaned in surrender.
His eyes widened, almost in shock, as his own climax hit him. His hips slammed hard against the spread of Mitch’s thighs and his hands dug into the shuddering skin. He felt his cock swell almost painfully inside the condom, inside Mitch, and he burst up inside the other man, shaking and moaning underneath him.
He was thrust up against the panel of the car door. There was a nagging pain between his shoulder blades from the handle, and the seam of the window frame cut into his ear.
He grinned and panted heavily.
Like he cared. MANY minutes later, the back reaches of the parking lot were still pitch dark, except for the reflected glare from the store. If anyone had been watching the last car left in a parking space, they’d have seen a man’s head come into view, silhouetted against the back window. His long hair was messed up, hanks of it sticking out at odd angles.
Inside the car, Mitch spat gently, dislodging a hair that was stuck on his tongue. There were several of them, short, dark, curly hairs, at that. “You’ve got to love twenty-four-hour stores,” he muttered blearily. “Even though I hate shopping.”
The car rocked again, and the man beside him sat up as well. There wasn’t much light left now, but if there had been, someone might have seen soft bruises and red, suckled patches on his torso. Will wasn’t worried by them. He was still grinning and had been for quite some time.
They both shuffled around some more as their long, muscled limbs sorted themselves out and found enough space to stretch out. Muscles were sore; bare flesh was sticky.
The car seat gave a sweaty fart. The two young men laughed softly. The sound was throaty; greedy. Will slid a hand around behind Mitch’s neck and tugged him in for another kiss. The silhouetted heads melded together again with the soft, wet hissing of tongues inside eager mouths. The car creaked, complaining yet again.
“So who�
�s going back in for the shopping?” came Will’s muffled question.
Mitch snorted. “Not me. I’m going to take you back to my place and hammer your ass into the mattress.”
Will snorted, too, but he sounded amused. “Or back to mine.” Mitch pursed his lips. “What is this, equal opportunity? I assumed your sexual navigation skills were no better than your attempts to push a shopping cart…”
Will threw a couple of mock punches, and Mitch twisted his arm back. There was more laughing; more fierce kissing. When they broke for air again, the windows were steamed up again, and their breathing sounded very harsh.
Will licked his lips, perhaps trying to regain feeling in flesh that had gone numb. “That’s this week’s special offer, is it?” he grunted.
“Very, very special,” grumbled Mitch. “Buy now, or miss out. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”
Will stared at him, his eyes a pale gleam, suddenly serious again. “And I wouldn’t want to miss out.” Mitch sucked in a breath. Suddenly he was scrabbling on the floor of the car, searching frenziedly for the abandoned keys in amongst the discarded clothing. He tossed aside a couple of mismatched socks and emerged victorious, holding the keychain up with a flourish.
He grinned broadly, “Special offer, eh?”
Will’s eyes were on his body and they were fevered. He was laughing again; challenging. He leant in to take another taste of Mitch’s smiling, mocking mouth, and slipped his hand around the keys into Mitch’s still-naked lap.
“Then what the hell are you waiting for? I’ll take two!”
Clare London Clare took the pen name London from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. She juggles fiction with a frantic family life and waits for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant. She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with short stories published both online and in print anthologies. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama, with a healthy serving of erotica, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic and sexy characters.