Sandy gasped for breath as he regained consciousness.
"Oh God, Sandy… You're ok…" Jeffrey said, pulling him into his arms.
Sandy choked and coughed, continuing to gasp for breath.
Jeffrey rubbed his back slightly, still holding him in his arms. "Just breathe, Sandy…" he murmured into Sandy's ear. "Just breathe…"
Sandy continued to gasp until his breathing finally returned to normal. He pulled away from Jeffrey's embrace, looking at him awkwardly.
"Sandy…" Jeffrey said. "What… What exactly happened here? Did you want… I mean… Were you… "
Sandy looked down at his pants and quickly pulled them back up before zipping them. How was he supposed to answer that question? Tell him that he had been making out with a poltergeist when the spirit suddenly turned homicidal? "I just… I… I don't remember…" he muttered.
"Sandy…" Jeffrey started, looking into his eyes.
"I don't remember!" Sandy snapped, looking away from him.
Jeffrey wasn't going to push this. Sandy was all right and that was really all that mattered. "Do you want me to take you to Cedars to get checked out?" he asked.
"I don't need it…" Sandy said. "I'm fine…"
Jeffrey sighed. "All right, well… Would you at least let me take you home?"
"I wanna go back inside…" Sandy muttered. "I need… Some more to drink…"
"I think that you've had quite enough for one night…" Jeffrey snapped.
Sandy raised an eyebrow. He felt so desperate right now. He needed to get lost in something, and if not the bottle then maybe… "Fine…" he muttered. "Just lead me to your car…"
Jeffrey took Sandy by the hand and led him to his car, unlocking the door. "Get in…" he said.
"You get in…" Sandy muttered.
"Sandy, I will get in after you…"
"You get in the passenger side…" Sandy said.
"Sandy…" Jeffrey said. "You are too drunk to drive…"
"I don't wanna drive…" Sandy said. "Just get into the passenger seat…"
"Fine…" Jeffrey said. "Whatever. But I'm not giving you the keys…" He opened the door and sat down in the car.
Sandy got into the drivers seat and shut the door, grinning at Jeffrey. "Yeah, well… That's ok, Jeffrey…" he said. "Cause we're not goin' anywhere…"
Jeffrey raised an eyebrow. "Sandy, are… Are you sure you're ok?" he asked.
Sandy licked his lips. "I'm better than ok…" he said.
"You're more than drunk, aren't you Sandy?" Jeffrey asked.
"What? You think that you're gonna pull some sort of confession outta me?" Sandy asked. "Why can't you forget about being Mr. DA for awhile and just be who you really wanna be?" He moved his hand down to Jeffrey's crotch and started to rub him through the fabric of his jeans.
Jeffrey groaned slightly, feeling Sandy's hand on him. "And… Just… Who would that be?" He managed to ask.
"You know exactly who that would be…" Sandy whispered into Jeffrey's ear.
Jeffrey pushed Sandy away from him. "Sandy… Just… Just stop, ok?"
"Why are you calling me that, Daddy?" Sandy whispered. "You know that's not my name…" He unzipped Jeffrey's jeans and started to stroke his cock.
Jeffrey groaned again, feeling himself hardening from Sandy's touch. It took every ounce of self-control that he had to push Sandy's hand away once more. "Sandy… You… You're drunk… You're high… You… You don't want this…"
Sandy pouted. "You don't want me, Daddy?" He asked dejectedly.
"Not… Not like this…" Jeffrey forced himself to say. He knew that it would be wrong to take advantage of him in his drunken state. He knew that Sandy would regret this in the morning.
"Well, I want you…" Sandy said, once again wrapping his fingers around Jeffrey's cock. "I wanna taste you, Daddy…" he whispered into his ear. "Please, Daddy… Let me taste you… Please, Daddy… Don't make me beg for it…"
Jeffrey was already panting by now, and what little self-control he had left seemed to fall away completely in that moment. The words now leaving Sandy's mouth too much for him resist. "Yes… Sandy… Suck… Suck my cock…" he breathed.
Sandy looked him in the eye. "Not until you get my name right…" he said, moving his thumb over the head of Jeffrey's cock.
"Damn it, Jonathan!" Jeffrey growled. "Just shut up and suck my cock!"
Sandy smirked at the words before taking Jeffrey's hard cock into his mouth, groaning over it as he felt Jeffrey's fingers tangling in his hair and pulling at it roughly.
"Harder… Jon… Harder…" Jeffrey breathed, tugging even harder at Sandy's soft, dark hair.
Sandy moved his tongue over Jeffrey's cock, sucking him even harder and faster than before.
Jeffrey groaned loudly, feeling himself being brought so close by the movements of Sandy's lips and tongue.
Sandy flicked his tongue over the head of Jeffrey's cock one last time before moving his mouth off of it completely.
Jeffrey panted for breath, looking over at Sandy. "Why did you… Stop?" He asked, completely exasperated.
Sandy smirked and licked what little remained of Jeffrey's pre cum off of his lips. "Because…" he said. "Now it's my turn to get what I want…"
Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, just staring at him as he was still panting with desire.
Sandy wriggled in the seat and pulled off his jeans and boxers. He moved over the stick shift and into the passenger seat, balancing to lower himself onto Jeffrey's hard cock, still slick with his own saliva. He moaned softly as he felt the first inch of Jeffrey slide into him.
Jeffrey groaned, throwing his head back slightly. Sandy was going slow. So, so painfully slow. He just couldn't wait that long. No way could he wait that long. He gripped Sandy by the hips, quickly forcing him down onto his cock completely.
Sandy yelped as he lost his footing, screaming when he felt Jeffrey forcing himself into him.
"That's… Just how you like it… Isn't it, John?" Jeffrey panted into Sandy's ear as he thrust into him hard. "You… Like it rough… Don't you?"
Sandy moaned loudly again. "Yes…" he groaned, throwing his head back completely as he wrapped his legs around Jeffrey and the seat. "Yes! Daddy! Yes!" He cried out, jerking on top of him.
Jeffrey gripped Sandy's hips tighter as he continued to move in and out of him, angling his thrusts just perfectly so.
"Daddy!" Sandy screamed, feeling every one of Jeffrey's thrusts go deeper and deeper inside of him. "Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" He panted as he brought his mouth to Jeffrey's ear. "Daddy…" he moaned. "Give your little boy what he needs…"
If Jeffrey had been able to think clearly in that moment he would've said no. He would've said that it probably wasn't the best thing to do since Sandy still had marks on his neck from how he'd found him barely over an hour ago. But he wasn't thinking clearly. He wasn't thinking at all. And neither was Sandy. Their minds were somewhere else entirely. They were both back there. Back in Europe. Back before anything bad had gone down between them. They were both lost in desire. Sticky. Dripping. Wet with the sweat that was making the clothing stick to their skin.
"Daddy please…" Sandy pleaded, his body still jerking on Jeffrey's hard cock. "Please Daddy… You know what I need…"
Jeffrey moved his hands off of Sandy's hips and snaked them around his neck. Squeezing down quite hard as he watched Sandy's eyes widen in reaction.
Sandy tried to gasp. Tried to breathe. Tried to moan at the feeling of Jeffrey's cock pounding into him even harder than before. But he couldn't. He thrashed on Jeffrey's lap as he could feel himself going into that space. He could feel the endorphins rushing through him. He was close. So, so desperately close.
Jeffrey tightened his hands around Sandy's neck as he continued thrusting into him as hard and as fast as he possibly could.
Sandy thrashed against him even harder. He closed his eyes as the sensations overwhelmed his body, feeling his cock graze against the fabric of Jeffrey's shirt as he came. His orgasm so intense from the lack of oxygen that everything went black the moment after.
Jeffrey groaned as he felt Sandy's body tightening around him. Pulling him in deeper. How he wished that he could just get lost inside of him forever. "John!" He moaned loudly as he came, collapsing back against the seat as he panted for breath. He stayed still like that for a few minutes, feeling Sandy's breathing finally beginning to even out above him. He knew that it was a bad idea to stay here, but he felt so wonderfully satiated that he just needed to sleep. And Sandy was already out like a light. He ran his fingers idly through Sandy's hair. "I love you Jonathan…" he whispered into his ear, pausing for a moment before reconsidering his words. "I mean… I love you Sandy…" He kissed him softly on the head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.