A/N: Finished. First multi-chaptered fic with no beta so I might end up tweaking it a bit down the road, but for now…finished. Hope you guys like it ^__^.
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Somewhere in between Eugene's hand unbuckling Zia's pants as if he's been practicing for ages and Zia groaning as he feels Eugene's teeth abandon his lips for his collar, they find the sense not to continue with Kostya a few feet away. Zia pushes Eugene off him and kneeling their lips collide once more before he chokes out "Car" and they stand, dazed to walk towards it. Eugene is behind him as they make the walk and when Zia looks back the others' eyes are dark with pointed impatience, flicking towards trees, bushes and a thousand other places he'd like to shove Zia against. Like a chastised kid, Zia turns back around and swallows hard.
When they make it to the car he wonders if the walk maybe sobered Eugene up in a way. Made him realize that it was Zia he'd just been kissing, that, that
"Made it to car, satisfied?"
"Yeah, I am." Zia growls because for once he has something that Eugene wants
"What about me," Eugene growls back, pressing Zia's stomach against the hood in a swift movement, "You don't care about what I want." his mouth is against Zia's ear now, his erection grinding into the base of his spine so that Zia's only response is to groan and rub back against it.
"Gene…"
The air is cold and Zia's nipples are wound tight against the thin fabric of his shirt as Eugene keeps grinding against him, his knuckles white as he grips the collar of the younger man's shirt, pushing him down and away while still remaining close.
"Stay still, I can't-" Eugene's fingers, his callused rough fingers pulling down Zia's pants and feeling him through the cotton of his briefs, tugging and stroking and finally dipping beneath the waistband with his breath loud and hot over Zia's ear.
"Do you have-?"
"Yeah, had it in my pocket when I offed."
And before Zia can even wonder why he'd have lube in his pocket during a show, his forehead connects with the hood as Eugene tugs his underwear down and sparks ignite behind close lids as he shuts everything down and focuses on everything that's happening to him below the waist for once.
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Afterward, Eugene smokes a cigarette. It might have been cliché, but Eugene is always smoking a cigarette so maybe it doesn't count this time. It's gotten later and the wind has picked up so Eugene has his shirt on, but Zia's content laying against him in the backseat, a thin blanket pulled up over his navel and Eugene's legs, leaving his chest exposed to the cool air.
"So that was somehow less gay then kissing." Zia says, because it has to be said so that Eugene knows how ridiculous he'd sounded before
"Yeah. It's logic."
"You know I don't even think you know what that word means, man."
Eugene grunts in reply which Zia is realizing is as good as a laugh.
"Lock the door." Eugene yawns, threading his fingers through Zia's hair and tossing the cigarette out the window.
"The window's open, why lock the door?"
"Because I want you to lock the door."
"Fine I'll lock the door."
"You're pulling the blanket , never mind lay back down."
"You just told me to-"
"Look I said lay back down. What does the door need to be locked for anyways?"
Zia rolls his eyes, but lays back down because he kind of got his way anyway. Eugene will always be Eugene. He'll keep his tapes in his left breast pocket, cut people off and emphasize the "brutal" of brutally honest. But in the end all that will matter isn't the changes he doesn't make, but the ones he does. The one that makes him sleep on his side instead of on his back to make room for Zia. Which is what makes it worth it, really. Something worth dying for.