A/N: This is a little ficcy I originally wrote back in 2002. It was posted on fanfiction.net so apologies if you've already read it! It has been revamped a bit though, and beta'd by the fabulous Lycan (big thanks!)

Also, big thanks must go to Loves To Write for her amazing knowledge on LP, especially Chazzy’s car.

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Mike barely bothered to touch the brake pedal as he drove at full speed, turning off of a side street on to the main road. The taxi behind him swerved and beeped its horn aggressively.

Chester swore under his breath.

Mike gave the taxi driver the finger and accelerated sharply, overtaking the car in front of him and narrowly missing another.

“Jesus, Mike! Will you just slow it down a bit?” Chester hissed, scared not only for himself but also for his car.

Mike simply tightened his grip on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. They flew past all the other cars, and Chester cringed as all the other drivers stared angrily at them.

Mike accelerated easily past another car, then suddenly swung the wheel, leaving the main road to join the bridge traffic.

Once on the bridge, Mike’s aggression did not subside. Weaving recklessly in and out of cars, Chester could only cling on to the handle above his head, his knuckles turning white.

Mike snarled as the sports car purred appreciatively, but this wasn’t a drive to be enjoyed; his mind was filled with rage. The full leather interior, the supercharged V6 with 210 bhp horsepower… none of that mattered. Over $50, 000 worth of car, and all he could think about was revenge, of scaring his passenger shitless.

They left the bridge and reached a long stretch of road that was pretty empty, getting into the more industrial part of town. Deserted factories littered the roadside, and what little traffic was around was made up of mostly trucks and wagons.

Mike relaxed a little, glancing over at his passenger. Chester was staring at him, not even trying to hide the fear in his eyes.

“Mike, please…” He begged, quietly.

“Don’t speak to me,” Mike growled, snapping his eyes back to the road. He felt a pang of guilt, despite his anger - Chester looked terrified. A heavy silence clung to the air for a few seconds.

“I’ve said sorry, what more do you want?” Whispered the frightened blonde.

Mike slammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel hard around, bringing the car to an abrupt halt in a deserted factory car park. Chester swore as his shoulder slammed into the window.

Mike pulled the handbrake up, and Chester winced as it crunched noisily.

“What more do I want?” Mike spat. “I want you to mean it, you prick.”

Opening the driver’s door, Mike jumped out. Quickly, Chester scrambled out of his side and ran around to meet him, as he stormed past the front of the car. Reaching out, Chester grabbed Mike’s arm.

“I mean it! You know I do! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t…” Chester’s voice cracked a little with emotion, his pleas echoing around the emptiness of the car park.

Mike softened at his lover’s touch, the desperation in his voice. His anger had subsided somewhat, the car having borne the brunt of his aggression. Chester leaned close to Mike’s face, but Mike turned his head away stubbornly.

“Mike, please,” He whispered, gently taking Mike’s chin in between his fingers, turning his head so that they faced each other. “I love you.”

Gently, he placed a soft kiss on Mike’s lips. Mike did not resist, wrapping his arms slowly around his lover. Chester desperately returned the affection, squeezing tightly around Mike’s waist, burying his head in his chest.

Mike sighed heavily. He hated fighting, especially with Chester. Yet, somehow, it just kept on happening. Stroking his fingertips along the side of his lover’s face, he felt wetness. Gently, he coaxed Chester’s face away from his chest, and caught a glimpse of tears, before Chester pulled his head away.

“Chester…” Mike pleaded. His heart ached to see Chester so upset. Chester shook his head and pressed his lips together.

“I hate it when we fight,” Mike spoke gently, “and I hate to see you cry.” He rubbed his thumb against Chester’s cheek.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Both were full of sorrow, regret. And love. Mike leaned his head towards Chester and kissed him softly. A small sob escaped Chester.

“I never meant to hurt you,” He whispered against Mike’s lips.

“I know, I just… overreact sometimes.” He brushed his tongue gently across Chester’s lips.

“No, you don’t,” He mumbled back, “I’m an asshole to you and you let me be!” He gasped as Mike nipped his lip ring.

“You’re not an asshole,” breathed Mike, “You’re perfect.”

Chester let a moan escape as Mike swirled his tongue around the piercing.

“I fucking love you, Chester,” Mike whispered, running his hands urgently through his lover’s hair.

“God, Mike,” Chester breathed, “I love you.”

Sliding his hands along his lover’s chest, Mike gently pushed Chester backwards onto the car, placing his knee on the bonnet in between Chester’s open legs. The metal was still warm. He slid his hands up inside Chester’s shirt and felt the hot skin underneath. He ran his fingers across the taut stomach muscles and up across Chester’s hardening nipples. Kissing Chester impatiently, he ran his tongue hungrily across Chester’s lips. Chester moaned against Mike’s open mouth as Mike began pulling Chester’s shirt buttons apart. Pushing the thin cotton fabric open, he lowered his head to Chester’s nipples. Chester moaned lustfully, pushing his chest up to Mike’s tongue, clasping his fingers behind Mike’s head. Mike swirled his tongue around the hard bud, gently grazing his teeth across it. Chester hissed and pulled Mike up into another deep kiss.

Sliding his hands underneath Mike’s t-shirt, Chester stroked his stomach playfully before letting his hands drop to Mike’s belt buckle.

Mike broke their kiss with a giggle.

“Chester!” He grinned, “Not here!”

Chester pouted.

“Why not? There’s no one around,” he smirked, mischievously running his fingers over the growing bulge in Mike’s pants. Mike’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed at his lover’s touch.

“We can’t…” He whimpered as Chester began sucking on his earlobe. He shuddered as Chester’s tongue flicked his neck, and put up no resistance when Chester resumed his attentions to Mike’s belt. Within seconds, he had the belt and fly undone. Pressing his palms flat against Mike’s hips, he slid his fingers under the waistband. Slowly, he pushed the boxers and pants down to Mike’s mid-thigh.

“Oh my God…” Mike mumbled, feeling the warm air against his skin. Chester slid down the bonnet until his head was directly in front of Mike’s arousal, and without hesitating he extended his tongue and licked slowly up the length, fixing his eyes on Mike’s face.

“Chester!” He gasped as he watched his lover kissing his way along his erection. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” He whispered excitedly. The sensation of the breeze against his naked skin thrilled him, the noise of the traffic in the distance oddly arousing.

Chester smiled and slowly took Mike’s length into his mouth. Besides Mike’s moans, he heard some cars beeping as they sped past. Could they see what was going on? The thought excited him further and he began sucking and licking every inch of Mike’s arousal hungrily, making it wetter and wetter.

Mike struggled to breathe as he shifted his glance from Chester to the road and back again. Even if people could see them, they would only get a glance, as all the traffic was high speed. He just hoped no cops passed by.

He put the thought to the back of his mind as Chester began tenderly stroking the backs of his thighs and ass. His touch never failed to make Mike shiver. He took one hand away from Mike’s hip and wrapped it around the base of Mike’s erection, pulling the skin taut and heightening the sensitivity. Mike groaned loudly as he felt a sudden pulse of pleasure spread through his groin. Chester knew just how to get him off, and pulled his head back so that only his tongue was touching Mike’s swollen arousal. Mike panted heavily as he gazed at Chester, who locked eyes with his lover as he deliberately made a show of flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. The sensations were too much for Mike and he started to feel the first waves of orgasm beginning in his groin.

Chester felt Mike’s stomach muscles tightening and plunged Mike’s throbbing arousal back into his mouth, bobbing his head quickly up and down the shaft.

Within seconds, Chester’s skilful actions had the desired effect, and Mike felt a familiar surge of ecstasy rising from the pit of his stomach. Squeezing his eyes closed, he let the feeling wash over him.

Mike gasped his lover’s name as he came, grabbing Chester’s hair and plunging himself deep into Chester’s mouth. Chester moaned in pleasure as he swallowed, loving every second of his lover’s reaction. His own erection was throbbing deliciously, and he rubbed it firmly through his pants as Mike gasped and panted for breath.

Mike sank weakly back onto his heels, grasping Chester so he didn’t slide off the bonnet. Panting heavily, he kissed Chester hungrily, relishing in tasting himself on his lover’s tongue. Chester moaned against Mike’s lips as Mike ran his hands across Chester’s bare chest again.

“You… are… so… fucking… hot,” Mike panted, kissing his way down Chester’s neck to his still-hard nipples. His hands strayed to Chester’s crotch, were he firmly massaged the hardness underneath the fabric. Chester moaned and grabbed Mike’s wrist, urging him on. He let his head fall back against the bonnet, arching his back, pressing his aching arousal harder into Mike’s hand.

Mike started to struggle with Chester’s belt, but Chester suddenly stopped him.

“What?” Mike breathed, confused.

“I’ve got an idea,” he grinned wickedly, sliding off the bonnet and grabbing Mike by the hand. He scrambled around to the side of the car, pulling Mike behind him, who was struggling to hold his pants up with his free hand. Chester jumped into the backseat, as Mike nearly tripped forwards.

Righting himself, he looked up to see Chester waiting for him on the cramped backseat, legs splayed. Mike giggled.

“You’re kidding, right?” He grinned, climbing into the car in between his partner’s legs.

Biting his bottom lip, Chester shook his head shyly. He looked so irresistible. Mike pressed his body against Chester’s, kissing him urgently.

“Good,” he whispered, and quickly pushed the open shirt back off Chester’s shoulders. His hands knocked against the back of the passenger seat as he pulled the shirt free.

Pulling Chester into a deep kiss, he ran his hands impatiently over his bare chest, brushing the pads of his thumbs over the hard nipples. Back seats were cramped at the best of times, but with this being a sports car, the space was even smaller.

He quickly turned his attention to Chester’s belt and had it open within seconds. Slowing his pace slightly to manoeuvre the zip down over the large bulge, he then tore the trousers down Chester’s hips, making Chester hiss with pleasure. Pulling them to Chester’s ankles, he met resistance at his trainers. Realising he could not reach what he wanted with the trousers in the way, he impatiently pulled just one trainer off and followed it by one pant leg. He didn’t care that Chester was now in a rather strange state of undress, because now he could get where he needed to be.

Mike shuffled back on the seat finding the restriction and lack of space oddly exciting. Wetting his middle finger, he lowered his head to Chester’s straining arousal and swirled his tongue firmly around the head. Chester gasped his lover’s name and pushed his hips eagerly up to Mike’s mouth. Seeing his chance, Mike slowly slid his moistened finger into Chester.

Chester moaned hoarsely, as Mike slid his finger lazily in and out, feeling Chester’s muscles tense and contract around it. Easing Chester’s throbbing erection into his mouth at the same slow pace, he moaned in pleasure as Chester gasped and squirmed on the leather seats. Sucking gently and working his tongue against the tip, he felt himself begin to harden again as Chester begged for him to speed up.

Speeding up slightly, he inserted another finger, stretching Chester’s tightness. Chester began panting forcefully, pushing his hips against Mike’s fingers and tightening his grip on Mike’s hair until it was painful.

“Mike!” He breathed, “please…” Mike pulled his mouth from Chester’s arousal, working his fingers faster.

“What is it, Ches? Tell me… tell me what you want!” He growled through gritted teeth. Chester fixed his eyes on Mike’s.

“I want you inside me. Now,” He snarled.

Mike grinned wickedly and crouched back on his heels, his head pressed against the low ceiling. He pushed his pants down to his mid-thigh, and, without breaking eye contact, withdrew his fingers and spat heavily into his palm. Chester stared, entranced, as Mike slid his wet palm along his own erection, preparing himself, and moaning slightly at his own touch. Pushing Chester’s legs apart as wide as the backseat would allow, he struggled to get near in the restricted space. Pressing one of Chester’s legs against the back of the seat, he slid his own leg down from the seat into the footrest. Finally getting comfortable by half kneeling, half standing, he lifted Chester’s hips and pressed his hardness against the softness of Chester’s opening.

“Please, Mike,” Chester hissed, and without any further hesitation Mike pushed forward eagerly.

Chester cried out loudly and arched his back, pulling Mike deeper into him. Mike moaned loudly at the tightness completely engulfing him. He could feel Chester’s skin pressed against his groin, he was so deep inside. Chester arched his back further, pushing his head into the leather seat and pressing his palms against the window above his head.

Mike waited for a few seconds to let his lover adjust to his entry and then gently began rocking his hips against him. Chester moaned loudly, lifting one leg onto the back shelf of the car, searching for the right angle. The leather began to creak against their movements, but the sound was drowned out by their moans.

Sliding himself in and out, he firmly took Chester’s straining arousal in his hand and stroked at the same pace.

“Mike!” Chester gasped breathlessly, “Mike…” Mike leaned down, engulfing his lover’s lips in a fervent kiss. Moaning loudly into each other’s mouths, they both began to speed up the pace. The car rocked gently, the suspension creaking slightly.

Chester ran his hands up inside Mike’s t-shirt, along his sweat soaked back. His own back was slick against the leather. He dragged his short fingernails along the skin as they gasped against each other’s lips.

“Mike… please… harder!” He whimpered against Mike’s swollen lips. Moaning against Chester’s tongue, Mike began thrusting harder. It was all that Chester needed to push him over the edge, and he began groaning as he felt pulses of pleasure sweeping up his body.

“Mike! God, Mike, I’m…”

“Oh, Ches…” Mike cried out, feeling himself release as Chester came hard over his hand and stomach.

Mike collapsed heavily onto Chester’s sweaty chest. Chester kissed him hungrily, but with some difficulty, as both men were gasping for breath. Their stomachs slid against each other, slick with sweat and cum.

After a few minutes, Mike slowly pulled out of Chester with a quiet moan and sat against the back seat. Chester pulled himself up and hugged Mike. Nuzzling against his neck, he kissed him gently.

“I love you,” Chester whispered, “And… I’m sorry.” Mike smoothed his blonde spikes and kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah, well, don’t do it again!” He teased. Chester giggled, and hugged Mike harder.

“C’mon,” he smiled, struggling to pull his pants back on, “let’s go home and take a shower.”

“Okay,” Mike smiled, helping Chester with his pants. Pulling his trainer on, Chester stepped out of the car.

“Oh, and Mike?” He called over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I’m driving.”

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