Of course, Eli completely made up the story about his dad paying for gas if he washed the car. At the time, it had been an excuse to leave, to avoid any more awkwardness with Drew. He felt bad when he remembered that Drew probably wanted to actually hang out with him, though, and he decided he could wash his dad's car anyway. It was a dirty piece of shit anyway.
Eli became more and more pleased with the car wash idea when Drew took his shirt off. Luckily, it was a fairly warm day, and his dad's car was dirty. That meant they would be washing it for a while, which meant he would get to look at Drew for a while.
Eli pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it on top of Drew's, then discarded his shoes and socks as well. The boys had already gotten the soap, sponges, and bucket, and Eli had already pulled the car out into the driveway. He handed Drew the hose and made his way over to the knob, giving it a twist.
"FUCKING COLD!" he heard Drew shriek as the water came on. He laughed, running back over to the driveway to see Drew, half-wet, holding the hose away from him. Eli smirked.
"Don't be a baby!" he teased, and he took the hose from Drew. He sprayed some water into the bucket with the soap before turning the hose back on Drew. Drew squealed and tried to dodge the stream, but Eli continued to spray him.
"Stop! Stop it!" Drew screamed, and before Eli could say anything, Drew lunged for the hose, grabbed it, and turned it on Eli. Icy cold water attacked Eli's back, and he shrieked just like Drew did.
"Okay, okay, I'll spare you," Drew flashed Eli a devious grin, showing all of his ivory teeth. Eli smiled back, and he took a sponge from the bucket.
"Spray the car," he instructed Drew. "Not me. And then help me wash it after it's wet."
Drew obeyed, and Eli watched as he walked around the car, making sure he got every part of it wet. Eli wasn't looking at the car, though. Drew's body was all he could focus on.
This was even better than the time Drew was doing laundry and spent the day with his shirt off. That day, he was just shirtless. Today, he was shirtless and wet. Eli imagined the beads of water covering the other boy's hard body were beads of sweat instead. He imagined that Drew had goosebumps not because he was cold, but because Eli was sucking on his neck. Damn, that neck!
Eli got to work on scrubbing the car once it was wet enough. He focused on getting the entire thing sparkling clean, just because it would keep him from focusing on Drew. He was letting these thoughts control him. He almost wished he had successfully spiked Drew's drink; at least he'd be getting somewhere instead of just having Drew tease him all afternoon. He'd almost rather get intimate with Drew and have him regret it later than have his urges and desires eat away at him now.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Drew spray him with the hose again, this time in the ass. He jumped half a foot in the air before whipping around to see Drew laughing at him. He stared at him for a moment before Drew took off running. Instead of running after him, though, Eli had a better idea. He ran over to where the bucket sat on the driveway and picked it up, taking a few steps forward and tossing the water in Drew's direction. He succeeded—the soapy water crashed down on Drew's body, soaking him to the skin.
"Damn it!" Drew yelled, wiping the water out of his eyes. Eli, still laughing, put the bucket down and walked over to him.
"You okay?" he asked, trying to sound concerned, but he couldn't stop laughing. Drew was trying to dry his face off with his hands.
"You're such a dick," he said, a smile creeping back onto his face. Eli smirked.
"Hey, you started it," he defended himself. Drew laughed.
"My jeans are soaked," he pointed out. Eli looked at them. Sure enough, they were so wet that they looked almost black, and they were sticking to Drew's legs. It looked uncomfortable.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Nah, it's fine," Drew answered, trying to pull the denim away from his skin, but it continued to stick. He really was soaked.
"Would it weird you out if I took my jeans off?" Drew asked suddenly. Eli's mouth almost fell open. He wanted to drop to his knees, kiss the ground, throw his hands in the air and thank the imaginary Lord.
"Go ahead," he replied, trying to contain himself. He was surprised he didn't take Drew's pants off himself.
Eli bit down hard on his lower lip as he watched the show. Drew undid his belt slowly, undoing the buckle and maneuvering the faux leather out of the loops on his jeans. He tossed it towards the pile of shirts in the grass, missing by a few inches. Eli watched unblinking as Drew undid the button, took the tiny zipper between his fingers, and tugged it down. He took the denim between his thumb and first two fingers and pushed it down. It took a bit of effort since the fabric was so wet, but he managed to slide it down his waist, past his thighs, until it fell to the ground. He stepped out of them. Eli's eyes lingered on Drew's feet for a brief moment before traveling up Drew's body. He took a good long look at the bulge, emphasized by Drew's wet boxers, between his legs, and the trail of hair leading up from it. Holy hell. Dumping water on Drew was the best decision Eli ever made.
"You might want to take yours off too," Drew said suddenly, making Eli jump a little. Luckily Drew hadn't noticed him staring. "Your jeans are even tighter than mine, and trust me, they don't feel good when they're wet."
Eli jammed his tongue into his cheek to keep from laughing at how dirty that sounded. God, he was horny.
"Good idea," he said, realizing that saying no would just be weird. He undid his own studded belt and tossed it over with Drew's before struggling out of his skinny acid-wash jeans. Once they were off (that took way too long) he put them with Drew's.
It occurred to him how evident his boner probably was, but he figured if he acted like it wasn't there, Drew wouldn't notice. Or, he at least wouldn't realize he was the cause of it. Eli immediately filled the bucket back up and went back to scrubbing the car, working on getting the wheels squeaky-clean. That was the most time-consuming part of washing the car, and he wanted to keep himself occupied for a moment. He didn't want to draw any more attention to his boner. He didn't even look at Drew. Okay, so he stole a few glances, but who could blame him?
"I think that's good enough," Eli felt Drew's breath on the back of his neck, and he turned around to look at him. He was kneeling behind him, watching him clean the wheels. Drew smiled when Eli looked at him.
"Really?" Eli asked. He looked back at the wheel. It looked good, but it could use a little more scrubbing.
"No, it looks terrible. You suck at this," Drew replied, just to be obnoxious. Eli looked back at him and smirked, flinging the sponge at him, splattering Drew with dirty water. Drew jumped to his feet and took a step back.
"Hey, getting me dirty won't make you better at washing cars," Drew kept going, a devious grin on his face. Eli grinned back, getting up and starting to chase him again. When Drew ended up being too far ahead for him to catch (damn those football legs), Eli tossed the dirty sponge at him. Drew dodged it just in time. He picked it up from the ground and started to chase Eli this time.
"You're just jealous because my wheel looks cleaner than the rest of the car!" Eli shouted, trying not to laugh, because it was slowing him down. His feet slammed against the driveway as he ran as fast as he could, trying to keep away from Drew, but he knew he couldn't outrun him. He never did anything athletic, and Drew was a football player. There was no way this would work in his favor.
Eli tried to throw Drew off by running around the car, but he failed miserably, and Drew slammed into him, holding him steady with one muscular arm and squeezing the dirty sponge over his head with the other hand. Eli tried to free himself from Drew's grip, but Drew grabbed his wrists, dropping the sponge in the process. Eli mustered up all the strength he had in his tiny arms to fight back, but Drew was still stronger. He pushed back until Eli's arms were pinned to the car. He continued to try and fight back, the grin on his face as devious and determined as the one on Drew's, but Drew had his wrists pinned down firmly. Eli tried harder to wriggle himself free, but Drew pinned him down completely when he slammed his hips down on Eli's.
Eli stopped struggling when he realized what was going on. Did Drew just… what? Did he really just press his crotch against his? No, he didn't. He didn't just press it against his. He was pressing it against his. Drew was still grinning, but he didn't just look playful anymore. He looked aroused. It suddenly occurred to Eli that there was something hard digging into his leg. He bucked his hips involuntarily at the thought. A quiet gasp escaped from Drew's lips.
Eli wasn't sure if he was the one who leaned forward, or if it was Drew, or if it was both of them, but somehow their lips connected, and they were sucking the life out of each other. Drew was undoubtedly experienced, judging by the way he kissed. Eli couldn't remember ever being kissed like that.
Drew let go of Eli's wrists after some time and let his hands travel to his hips. Eli shivered at the contact; his boxers were riding lower than usual, and he hadn't felt somebody's skin on that part of his body in so long. He moved his hands up to Drew's broad shoulders, pulling the boy's body even closer. Drew's tongue slipped into Eli's mouth and he didn't fight it.
A low moan escaped from Eli's throat when Drew ground his hips down on him, letting his cold fingertips dip under the elastic of Eli's soaked boxers. Eli felt like he was in heaven.
Heaven appeared to be only a quick visit though, because shortly after Eli moaned, Drew completely pulled away. Eli stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded, plump-lipped, and rosy-cheeked, but Drew said nothing. He watched as Drew went over to turn off the hose (shit, as if Eli's water bill wasn't high enough) and then came back to the driveway to put his clothes back on.
"Where're you going?" Eli finally asked. It felt weird to speak. He was almost out of breath.
Drew said nothing. He just put his clothes back on, though he struggled getting the wet jeans up his legs.
"Gotta go," he said finally, once he was dressed. He started walking away.
"Wait," Eli called after him, still confused. What was happening? "I'll drive you home."
"I'll walk to a bus stop," he replied simply. "Thanks for the coffee."
Without saying another word, Drew walked off, not looking back once. Eli walked out to the end of the driveway, staring at Drew making his way down the sidewalk, wondering why the hell he was leaving and what the hell had just happened.
"Shit," he swore under his breath, rubbing his eyes out of frustration. He was caught between feeling high from what he and Drew had done and feeling low from how it ended. Whatever it was that just happened, all Eli knew was that he wanted more. He just wasn't sure how he would go about getting it.