I had this idea for a we-get-stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-and-have-sex-in-a-car a while back, so I got to it last week, and here I offer the monstrous result.I didn't really get much time to look over it and there's no beta for this, so I apologise for any mistakes or narrative errors.

I tagged this T because otherwise fanfiction filters it and it doesn't show up, but this contains explicit sexual content, read the disclaimer/warning and do not read this unless you're 18.

DISCLAIMER: The following events happen between two CONSENTING ADULTS. None of this is meant to be read as non-con or dub-con.

Warning for explicit sexual content, car sex, a tiny bit of rough sex, etc. If these things aren't your cup of tea, I heavily suggest you don't read this.

Enjoy!

"When the fuck are we gonna get there?"

Lovino was on edge, and it was obvious. Time had taught Gilbert that it was pointless to give him attention when he was clearly looking for a fight. He wasn't gonna be the one to give him it, even when Lovino was clearly begging for it with his snappy remarks and passive aggressive mutters and the way he aggressively fanned himself. So he limited himself to muttering 'soon' under his breath and through clenched teeth.

"What's that mean? You said that half an hour ago!"

"I don't know, Vino, maybe I would know if I hadn't taken the wrong turn half an hour ago." He muttered passive aggressively, rolling his eyes as Lovino struggled to open a map and cursed under his breath.

"Oh, now you wanna blame me for being lost?"

Gilbert knew this was probably the point in time where he should've backed off. He knew Lovino so very well that he knew every single word that left his lips was just a provocation, a spark seeking to light up a stack of dynamite and cause chaos. That was just Lovino when he was stressed, his edge wasn't ever pointless, no, he always seeked to take his stress out on people verbally, if so he could.

But a man's patience is only resilient enough. It'd been run thin the past few days, and he understood Lovino was going through the same- But it was hard to be rational when Lovino kept 'tch'ing and complaining.

"Yeah, you know what? I do wanna blame you."

"There you go." Lovino snorted.

"No, cause you know what? You're the one that begged me to drive, even though I told you I don't really know this part of Italy at all, while you do." He complained, glaring at him and watching as Lovino crossed his arms over his chest, clearly tempted to break the abandoned map on his lap into a million pieces and yet not doing so. At least not yet. "And then you refuse to ask for directions, give me wrong cues, and then get all bitchy with me when I obviously don't know this place." He spat.

"It was your idea to visit Capri! I already told you it's-!"

Clunk!

Lovino instantly was shot down. They looked at each other with nothing but dread in their eyes as the car started to moan and buckle, slowing down bit by bit until Gilbert was forced to swerve right tightly and park next to the lonely road almost below a tree. His anger -and clearly Lovino's- bubbled down into shock and disappointment. Gilbert just nested his face in his arms ontop of the steering wheel, running one of his hands through his hair with a defeated, angry sigh of the word 'fuck'.

On Lovino's part, there was just silence. He didn't have it in him to look up and meet his anger, knowing for sure he was gonna get yelled at. The piece of junk car that Lovino's dad had leant them was meant for some reparations, and the old man had told Gilbert to take care of it before riding it. But he ignored him. So yeah. That might have been on him.

But hey. At least they had a tree's shadow over them.

Lovino got up and slammed the door shut behind him, so he heard. Good. He was gone. Which was an odd thing to think about his long-term boyfriend, but…

Yeah, these holidays weren't really going as smoothly as he had fantasized some months ago. In fact, they were going horribly, and Gilbert knew why.

Sexual frustration.

Alright, there were probably some more variables affecting them, but… Ever since they'd arrived in Italy, they hadn't had a single moment of privacy. At his parent's house, for some ludacris reason, someone was always around. Be it his brother, be it his parents, be it his grandparents, one could never be even in the farthest room of the house without hearing the someone's giddy chatter from the living room. At first it was rather charming to Gilbert, who'd grown up very lonely, but eventually it kind of started to drive him just a little bit crazy.

But to be fair, their horrible combined luck didn't really help either. It rained for the whole first week against all odds and the beach was off limits. Then on the second week, they tried hiking and Lovino hated it, they tried visiting a city and Gilbert hated it and also had a heat stroke, then they tried the beach, and it was filled to the brim with people. Gilbert then decided that booking a two day stay at Capri was definitely going to save these horrible holidays and totally fix Lovino's shitty mood, so he bought a stay as well as a boat ride over to the island, which they were currently missing.

He finally glanced up from his hiding spot and watched as Lovino kicked what looked like a pebble somewhat angrily into a tree. After some meditation, Gilbert chose to open the door and leave the car, phone in his hand. As soon as Lovino laid his eyes on him, his gaze hardened and he ignored him. Gilbert just chose to dial up Lovino's brother and send them their location. Obviously, though, he wasn't just going to cross his arms and wait for help.

So he opened the trunk of the car, watching it fume with disgust and interest. Jesus fucking Christ, just how old was thing thing…?

He busied himself trying to fix it and in the span of ten minutes his shirt was soaked. Yeah, okay, it was hot, and the car was reflecting too much sunlight onto him. So he took off his shirt and tiredly wrapped it over his head. Lovino refused to acknowledge him still.

The few tools in the back of the car didn't do much for the poor, dying car. It was a little disheartening, knowing he couldn't do anything to fix it, so Gilbert just sighed, ready to give up until Lovino started bothering him again.

"What? Are you a mechanic now?"

Gilbert gritted his teeth and turned around, glaring at Lovino, who'd stepped much closer to him.

"I'm trying to help."

"I didn't ask for this. You know? Why did you have to book that stupid trip?" Lovino asked, but he sounded much more frustrated than angry, like he was disappointed deep down.

"I just wanted us to have fun together. Jesus…" Gilbert hissed, and realised that Lovino was tearing up a little. "C'mon, Vino…"

"These holidays suck ass." He mumbled breaking the intense eye contact just to glance down, clearly trying to put himself together. Gilbert just huffed, running a hand through his hair. Holidays were supposed to be about relaxing, not about feeling guilty because of some dumb bookings they were going to miss. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Lovino continued, just as he started to walk away. "I'm leaving."

"What?" Gilbert perked up, watching him as he angrily stepped towards the car. "Where?!"

"Anywhere but here."

Gilbert's frustration reignited, and he followed him quickly, grabbing his forearm firmly to stop him, pulling him towards himself.

"You're not leaving." He told him, red eyes ablaze with a mix of feelings he couldn't even begin to sort out.

"Let go!" Lovino hissed under his breath, trying to break away from the grasp, but almost completely devoid of real intention. That didn't go past Gilbert. He stared into his eyes intensely and Lovino, in turn, didn't have it in him to look away.

"Why're you being such a brat today, huh?" He asked, and his voice, while still tense and angry, was firm rather than aggressive. Lovino stopped struggling. Oh yeah, he had him right where he needed him.

"I'm not a brat. You're just an asshole." He bit back, but his tone was much less shaky than earlier, it sounded much more deliberate and precise despite being charged with emotion. Gilbert just bit back a small smirk at the realization.

So he walked forward, pushing Lovino back in the process until he firmly pressed him against the door of the car and watched his flushed face gain colour for a few seconds, the way his breath hitched and his shoulders tensed expectantly despite his stiff expression.

In a matter of moments he leant down and kissed him aggressively, deliberately stepping closer so Lovino had no choice other than press up against him while his back dug into the car's door. He still held his forearm tightly in place, even as any struggle completely ceased while he kissed him hard and rather violent, pressing his thigh against his crotch and letting his free hand roam up his chest and decoratively hold his neck. He gently dug the tips of his fingers into his skin, almost warningly, and that, along with a little grinding, was enough to draw a pleased moan from Lovino's lips.

When he pulled back to look at him, Lovino's flustered expression spoke by itself- his lips were glossy and parted and his amber eyes were filled with expectation. Gilbert smirked, and that was enough to snap Lovino out of his trance, face darkening even further.

"Sorry. I just needed to shut you up a little." The albino teased.

Lovino just growled a little 'fuck you' at him, and Gilbert snickered in amusement as he tilted his head and delved into the part of his neck that he wasn't cupping, tracing a path of sloppy kisses all the way up, and then sucking gently on its crook. Lovino didn't protest- he didn't even mind being pressed up against the dirty car and instead subtly ground his hips forward, a breathy sigh leaving his lips.

"Shit…" He muttered as Gilbert ran his tongue over the side of his neck. "Not here, Gil. Let's get in the car." He suggested quickly.

Fortunately, Gilbert couldn't have agreed more. Though he probably wouldn't have argued against fucking behind the tree either.

The car was crammed and small and the worn seats whimpered with every movement they made but he quickly made it on top of Lovino, not bothering to shut the door before he was kissing him again.

For a bit things were messy. He could feel Lovino's hands travelling up his broad chest, his nails digging into his back, cupping his neck, sometimes delving into his head and massaging his scalp, but he was so entranced by the kissing and the closeness and Lovino's breathing that, fuck, it felt like time froze in a loop. He could feel Lovino's erection pressing against his leg needily, but deliberately ignored it in favour of drowning himself in more kisses and close contact. Holy shit-they'd gone too long without a decent make-out session.

But then Lovino's needy hands grabbed his jaw firmly and pushed him to the side, and one second to the next he was meeting his intense amber eyes and before he could react, he spoke.

"Enough." He spat, voice shaky with eagerness. "Do me."

Gilbert smirked widely, watching some sweat dribble down Lovino's forehead, reaching forward and grabbing the wrist of the hand that held onto his jaw. "Someone's impatient."

Lovino glanced between Gilbert's strong hand at his wrist and back into his eyes, a sense of helplessness in his eyes making an appearance.

Obviously- he wasn't actually helpless. If he'd asked him to stop, Gilbert easily would've done so. But Gilbert also knew how much Lovino enjoyed being manhandled and roughed around a little. Maybe a car wasn't the best of places for that, but Lovino most certainly enjoyed being dominated in more than one way, just as much as Gilbert enjoyed dominating him. And all the pent-up stress and anxiety he'd bottled was begging to be taken out.

"You treated me like shit the whole ride, and now you expect me to go easy on you? C'mon, at least try to seem regretful." He teased with a cocky smirk.

"Bastard." Lovino muttered, squeaking accidentally the moment Gilbert grabbed his free wrist tightly and pinned both of his arms above his head, grinding his leg forward simultaneously. His cheeks were bright red and his gaze turned avoidant with embarrassment, and though at first he tried to struggle a little, he was quick to give up on any further fight, heart racing in his chest with the thrill of the moment. It wasn't just about being in a fucking car, where anyone could see them, but also about being cornered by Gilbert. Even if he was just teasing around a little- his heart skipped a beat whenever his calloused fingers tightened around his wrists, hips or neck.

Gilbert looked down at him and his gaze was predatory and nerve-wracking but oh-so-exciting. He leant down and licked his neck greedily, grinding further against Lovino's clothed dick in the process, making him moan with much more need this time around.

"Fuck, w-we're gonna miss the stupid ferry." He grumbled.

"I don't care." Gilbert growled into his ear, making the hair in the back of his head stand up a little. "I don't know why you care so much about that trip." He added.

Lovino sighed shakily as he rolled his hips forward. "B-Because you got it for us, idiot, and it's ruined now." He confessed quietly, tone edgier than earlier.

Gilbert paused for a bit, kissing Lovino's jaw with much more gentleness, pecking his lips and looking at him rather seriously for a few seconds.

"I don't care about the trip. I just care about being with you."

Lovino didn't seem convinced, but he sure as Hell seemed embarrassed. He struggled with his arms, clearly wanting to hide his red face in the crook of his arm, whining softly when he failed and instead just glancing away briefly. "Shut up. Don't say stupid, sappy shit."

Gilbert just grinned in amusement, leaning down to kiss his lips fervently again. "It's true though!" He assured, voice firm but gentle. "Stuff doesn't need to be perfect all the time, Vino."

"..." Lovino's expression softened, and his lips parted to say something, only to shut immediately afterwards with a soft, grumbled sigh. Gilbert understood he wasn't good with words and his affection had other ways to channel itself, so he didn't mind the lack of answer, ready to lean down and begin tracing kisses down his chest. But much against his predictions, Lovino spoke. "You were really excited about it." He mumbled, eyes seemingly permanently glued to the back of the driver's seat, avoiding him. "I just really wanted it to go well."

Gilbert chuckled against Lovino's chest, glancing at him from below. "Me too. But we can't do anything about it now." He said gently. Lovino finally glanced down, face a furious shade of red. "Being angry won't help. So just let it go, really."

"...I guess." Lovino pouted.

"-But it is pretty hot to be a little angry at you." Gilbert teased with a smirk, and managed to make Lovino snort in amusement.

"Are you asking me to be angry at you?"

"No. I'm just saying…" He started, sitting up straight for a bit with a sigh. "I could get used to pushing you into cars to make you shut up." He joked punctuating his words by letting go of his arms. "Wanna go on the front seat?"

The front seat wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing ever, but it could lean almost all the way back, and Gilbert found it was nice to feel Lovino's weight on top of him and the way his hips rolled whenever he leant forward or moved even the slightest bit. He was starting to move up and down subtly in a very deliberate way that didn't go unnoticed by him, grinding against his cock as if he intended to ride it and drawing a low moan from his lips.

Lovino's chest pressed tightly against his, and his restless hands were hard to keep up with. He could feel the brush of his calloused fingers tracing over his chest, over the curve of his wide shoulders, behind his neck and about as further down as they could possibly reach, warm and and sweet like honey in each expert turn they took. On his end, he just gripped Lovino's hips firmly, guiding them quietly and made sure to keep a hand kneading Lovino's thigh too, teasing his clothed cock now and then until he was so hard it hurt them both.

"Mh, baby, I wanna fuck you so bad, I wanna-"

His breath caught his throat with the electrifying sensation of Lovino's nails digging firmly into the pale skin of his back, dragging themselves upwards subtly like a pencil over a delicate canvas. It didn't hurt much aside from the initial surprise, but his skin liked to be theatrical about marks so he was sure red streaks would linger there soon. Lovino separated briefly to look at him with darkened eyes and tense brows. "Shut up, Gil." He spat. "We're not fucking."

Gilbert whined softly, rubbing his nose against Lovino's, who blushed furiously, eyes half-lidded with lust. "Awh, c'mon, why not?" He complained, cupping his cock and making him squeal in surprise. "I'm horny."

"Cause you called for help earlier. They'll be here any minute." He pointed out, but the frustration was clear in his words too- he was being the voice of reason this once but not out of free will. Gilbert just slid the hand he'd anchored at his waist further down, squeezing his ass teasingly and then spanking him with a smirk on his lips, making Lovino breath in sharply.

"You sure?" He teased, smirking cockily, pale cheeks bright red as well.

Lovino didn't reply, biting his lip and glancing away. Ha! He wanted to have sex in the car too!

So Gilbert squeezed his thigh, spreading his warm palm over it and using his other hand to hook his fingers under the hem of his pants from behind very slowly with a smirk on his lips. He could tell the warm weight of his palm and the curious fingers touching his skin were exciting Lovino further. "We can make it quick."

And Lovino was quiet again. He clearly wanted to say yes, but the idea of doing it in the car was definitely a little dirty for him, and it showed in his thrilled, albeit ashamed gaze.

Just not too dirty.

"Ugh, fine." He said, voice shaky with arousal and excitement. "But don't talk."

"My lips are sealed."

Keeping lube and condoms in the main backpack of the trip turned out to be surprisingly practical. Lovino suggested keeping them in the personal bags or even hiding them in case they checked their bags when boarding the ferry, but Gilbert insisted just in case. And boy, had it been worth it.

Even though he wasn't being physically stimulated while Lovino fingered himself open, the sight was engaging enough to keep Gilbert's full interest. Lovino rested his free hand on his strong chest and Gilbert teased him by stroking his cock with a wide smirk on his lips as Lovino's expression twisted and relaxed with pleasure.

"F-Fuck…"

"You're gonna ride me?" Gilbert asked curiously. Lovino answered simply by straightening his posture with a breathy sigh and opening a condom with his mouth carelessly, to then roll it on Gilbert's dick. "Cause you're pretty when you ride me." He teased, rough fingers tightening around his thigh, tempted to lean forward and just kiss him again.

"And you look pretty when you shut up." Lovino spat, but his voice was completely drained of malice. Gilbert just snickered as he set himself above his dick and gently lowered himself.

He bit his lip as he watched, the tension rising until he was almost fully sheathed, at which point he started bouncing his hips carefully, with Gilbert's support. The windows were polarized, but they were still butt-naked in a car in the middle of nowhere. And even though it was fucked up and humiliating and actually dangerous, for some reason Lovino found it incredibly exciting.

Gilbert tilted his head back and moaned in delight, especially once Lovino started to move a little faster. Their breathing sped up very quickly- there was no time or want for any more foreplay for more than one reason. At that point in time, Lovino needed a tough fucking and Gilbert needed to fuck him. So they could come to an agreement.

A long shiver ran down his spine as his prostate started being properly stimulated just in time for Gilbert to deliver a firm, tough slap to his upper thigh, with that stupid, smug smirk on his lips. He couldn't help the moan that left his lips when he was hit a second time with even more force, tightening around him and going faster and deeper and harder until the seats creaked and it felt like the whole car was rocking back and forth. Gilbert, too, accompanied him in his thrusts, only intensifying the pace until Lovino panted harshly and moaned needily with each go. It just kept getting hotter and harder and better, until-

"Fuck-Gil-" He breathed out, stopping somewhat abruply, really out of breath. "I-I'm…"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence before Gilbert was sitting up with a low grunt, pulling him close by the waist and into an intense kiss. He wordlessly prompted him to change positions; Lovino followed suit without complaint, kneeling on seat and resting his chest on the back of the seat, exhaling sharply as Gilbert gripped his hips possessively and dragged him towards himself, making a soft whine get trapped between his lips.

But then- as if calling back to that tense moment- Gilbert grabbed his wrists tightly and pulled them back, immobilizing Lovino in the most thrilling of ways, using that hold to support himself in his thrusts, which started promptly.

Lovino didn't even think about struggling, naturally.

He rolled his hips back when needed and stayed still when needed, simply enjoying being at Gilbert's complete mercy, hearing his ragged breaths and little grunts and finding that he could almost feel his hot breath next to his ear, muttering stupid little dirty nothigs like Gilbert loved doing so much.

By the time Gilbert used just one hand to bind his wrists, he could've easily freed himself but simply choosing not to, easing into some more spanks and hits, completely melting into the pain and its perfect mix with pleasure. His thighs burnt and his ass hurt and the joints of his shoulders ached like Hell, but Lovino couldn't have cared less. Gilbert was an absolute fucking idiot, dork, who never knew when to shut up -not even during sex-, but God damn could he fuck hard.

And Lovino couldn't complain.

"S-Shit, Gil-" He mumbled, exhaling heavily, moaning little 'a-ah!'s and 'f-fuck's with each thrust. "I-I'm- I'm gonna-"

Gilbert didn't respond, simply letting go of his hands, which Lovino used to jerk himself off aggressively, moaning ridiculously sweetly when Gilbert gripped his hips and simply fucked him hard and fast in an almost matching rhythm. He melted entirely- if it weren't for his boyfriend's grip, he would've just collapsed at that point, probably, eyes rolling back and cheeks bright pink. Probably less than two minutes of that and he was completely done, coming into his hand and then going limp. Gilbert continued to thrust -which, yeah, hurt and had him whining softly under his breath-, but eventually came. It seemed like he'd been holding back a little, Lovino noted to himself.

They both panted in silence for a while and then he heard Gilbert's breathy post-orgasmic tone that he loved so much.

"That was awesome."

Yeah, he wasn't the most romantic post-sex.

But to be fair, it'd been pretty hot sex. That, along with the fact that he was still trying to get his shit together after getting fucked silly, made it virtually impossible to reply with more than a low hum as he grabbed himself a tissue to wipe his messy hand clean.

It occurred to Lovino that he hadn't considered the aftermath. He had no clue when or if help was coming, and slowly he was coming down to Earth while Gilbert cleaned the sticky mess of lube on his rear with some tissues he'd also brought along, all the while touching him gently, sometimes kissing his back, other times just caressing his skin carefully.

Once he was done, Lovino sat up and quickly put on his underwear with a curse under his breath. Gilbert just stared with a satisfied, smug look on his face.

"I can't believe we just did it in the car." He said, almost giddy.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you sound like a teenager." Lovino reprimanded, but an amused snort lingered at his lips, making Gilbert cackle.

"I honestly didn't think you'd be down. Did you like it?" He asked.

Lovino could feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Jesus, why did Gilbert have to be so… verbal.

"It wasn't in my plans, alright. But it was fine." He commented. Gilbert just lifted a brow in disbelief.

"Just fine? You were totally breathless just now!" He teased.

"I wasn't! I was just resting!" But the blush on his cheeks definitely spoke otherwise.

"Alright, alright." Gilbert settled, leaning back on the driver's seat with a deep sigh once he'd put his underwear back on, stretching his arms fondly. "I definitely hit my head against the ceiling like ten times, but it was totally worth it." He said, drawing a chuckle from Lovino.

"Me too."

Gilbert reached out to casually grip his hand, and Lovino allowed him, feeling his heart tingle a little.

"Let's do it again sometime. Preferably after a huge fight next time." Gilbert suggested, bringing Lovino's hand to his lips to his lips, making him snort.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Also, I just came all over that hand, so… I wouldn't kiss it if I were you."

Gilbert just sneered in amusement and some disbelief, a grin appearing on his lips instantly.

"I've had your dick in my mouth multiple times. What's your point?!" He laughed.

Lovino couldn't help it and laughed along with his stupid, contagious chuckles, kicking him gently on the leg. "Shut up! It's still gross!"

"It's literally not! We're literally boyf-"

Soft buzzing from the backseat interrupted him. Lovino picked up the phone instantly, and almost on cue, Gilbert slid his shirt on and scrambled to pick up his pants.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Lovi! This is Feli!"

"Yeah, I know it's Feli. I have you in my contacts." He said, still amused- it was evident in his tone. Merely hearing him say that made Gilbert laugh fondly.

"Okay, okay! I was just calling to tell you that Nonno is going to pick you both up like, right now! Cause they won't be picking up the car until waaaaay later."

"Alright, Feli, thanks. About how much time do we have?"

"Uh… Probably, like… Half an hour or so? He also mentioned that there's a ferry that leaves at five and that you guys can get there in time, so he'll give you a ride!"

Lovino's expression softened with pleasant surprise. A few polite words later and he hung up, leaning back on the seat with a calm sigh.

"We have about half an hour before anyone comes to get us. Got any ideas on how to kill time?" Lovino asked, feigning indifference as he picked out a bottle of water from the small storage spot in front of the co-pilot seat.

Gilbert smirked as he watched him chug down nearly half the bottle, putting both hands behind his back smoothly.

"I think I may have a couple of ideas, yeah."

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