It took another fifteen minutes of driving through town, but traffic was thin and the lights set up on a blinking yield system, making the ride that much quicker. Ben parked on the basement level, tugging out the keys and shoving them into his pocket wordlessly. Jesse watched him, his heartbeat already ratcheting up. His hand slid higher as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Ben's mouth.

"This the kind of shenanigans you'n Claire used to get into while I was at home workin' hard?" Ben asked with a low chuckle, turning into the next kiss as he slid one hand up the inside of Jesse's thigh.

Jesse felt warmth bloom across his face, for more reasons than one, but he just murmured into the kiss. His hand moved between Ben's legs, the heel giving a quick, hard rub. Ben's hips canted up into the touch and he inhaled sharply, but chuckled again with the exhale.

"You are so predictable," he said against Jesse's mouth as he deepened the kiss briefly. "It's a wonder we ever get anything done."

While he knew it wasn't meant as a slight, Jesse felt an uncertain little twist at the words. Deepening the kiss, his hand worked vigorously until he pulled back, breathless. "We could stop now if you like."

Ben grabbed for his wrist, immediately pulling it back and shoving it past the waistband of his slacks. Rutting up hard, he said, "I'm not walkin' in there with wood, you freaking tease. Finish what you start."

Grinning, Jesse curled his hand around him, his rhythm firm but slow. "I dunno. Might be fun, watching you try to hide it behind a briefcase, brushing lightly against you each chance I got, seeing how crazy I could make you."

"Fun for who?" Ben countered in a lust-rough voice, crushing his mouth to Jesse's as he twisted one fist into his hair and thrust upward into the warm palm torturing him. Losing himself in the kiss and upping the pace of his hand for a bit, Jesse finally pulled his hand away, only to work at Ben's fly. The younger man's breath hitched with anticipation and he broke the kiss, his lips moving against Jesse's jaw.

"God, yes," he breathed out in approval. "Want you so bad."

With an affirmative hum, Jesse pulled back, bowing his back, his hot breath spreading over the head of Ben's freed cock. He paused there, just a moment, before taking Ben in his mouth. Ben barely hesitated before thrusting up deeply, his hand sliding into Jesse's hair with the faint notion to hold him still.

"This is what you do to me," he told him, his voice low and needy. "Can't even drive through a snowed-out little podunk town without wanting to fuck you senseless, and you just want that, don't you?"

Jesse groaned against him, dipping his head further. His hands fisted in Ben's pants as he curled his tongue around the length of him. Ben tilted his head back and closed his eyes, giving into the urge and thrusting up greedily into the wet heat.

"I know you do," he groaned. "Fuck, Jess, you're— yeah, just like that, so fuckin' perfect." Switching hands in Jesse's hair, Ben moved one hand down his back, twisting uselessly into the other man's shirt before trying to move around the front. The steady movement made it next to impossible in the tight confines of the car, and he let out a breath of frustration.

Feeling him tense, Jesse pulled back just enough to say, "What's wrong?"

"Don't stop," Ben said quickly, thrusting upward again. "I just— wanted... fuck, you know me, can't ever just take, gotta give." The last part he said with a breathless laugh as he flattened his hand against Jesse's head, sliding it through his hair and then back up through it again. It was finally getting long enough for him to get a good grip.

With a breath of a laugh, Jesse took the opportunity to run his tongue up the length of Ben before taking him in his mouth again. It wasn't slow and steady any more. Hollowing his cheeks, Jesse bobbed eagerly and Ben let out a needy moan as he moved one hand to the back of Jesse's neck while the other twisted in his hair again.

"Yeah, that's it, that's it," he gasped. "Fuckin' work for it, you— god, yes." He started thrusting up shallowly in response to the increased pace, feeling the tightening in his gut twisting up harder and harder.

Jesse dipped down even further, his back aching but it didn't matter. Ben hit the back of his throat with every thrust and he just wanted more, for Ben to fuck his mouth until he came screaming. His hand started rubbing Ben's thigh in time with him. Above him, Ben brought his eyes down to watch, the windows of the GTO steamed up with his heavy breathing. The angle was just right to see his cock sliding effortlessly past Jesse's lips, and Ben swept the hair away from his face for a better view as his thrusts deepened impulsively.

"Yes," he hissed out, feeling the rapid rush. "Yes, ye— fuck, Jess, I'm—" The words dissolved into wordless cries as he came, his body arching into the intense sensation as it flooded him. Swallowing eagerly as the heat hit him, Jesse didn't stop, milking Ben for all he was worth. As the last shiver of pleasure wracked through him, Ben let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as a new wave of need hit him.

"Sit up," he said, his voice a touch deeper and gritty. "Gimme that hard fuckin' cock, I want it."

Pulling wetly away from Ben, Jesse obeyed, working open his pants. Ben grabbed his face and kissed him hard and demanding, his fingers twisting up in his hair. When he felt Jesse's shoulder's shift with the motion of pulling himself free, Ben finally pulled back. One hand braced across his legs as he circled his lips around the head of Jesse's cock and dove down as deeply as he could. Jesse's eyes rolled and he gave a sharp gasp, his hips thrusting.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he groaned, twisting his hands in Ben's hair. Ben slid his other hand down to palm his balls, following the motion of Jesse's thrusts as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked vigorously.

With a hiss at the cool touch, Jesse squirmed and began to thrust harder. His head was already swimming, Ben's taste still in his mouth. He rolled his eyes down, watching Ben, his ass clenching. "I love you," he breathed. "I love your fucking mouth and how you take me every way you can and how I just want you on me all the time."

Ben moaned in answer, tilting his head back and off to the side to give him a better view, his lips and tongue mapping down the length of him before he came back up to circle his tongue over the sensitive head. Whimpering with need, Jesse thrust into the heat.

"Don't tease," he said, twisting his hand harder in Ben's hair. That pulled a low chuckle out of him as Ben dipped low again, the hand braced across Jesse's legs clenching to fight off the gag reflex as he did it two more times before pulling back again. His hand moved up from where it'd been stroking Jesse's balls, circling at the base and pumping upward to meet his mouth. The dual sensation, hot and chill, made Jesse's head fall back against the seat.

"Yes, like that, so fucking much," he said, his hand pushing Ben's head instinctively down. Ben followed through with the motion, his clenched fist flattening to grip Jesse's inner thigh. With each deep plunge he twisted his hand up to meet him, nearly pulling away on the first few bobs in order to force Jesse's hand to press him back again. Eagerly taking control, Jesse's eyes rolled up, glancing out the windshield at the cement wall then to either side at the cars that boxed them in. Anyone could come back to those cars, at any time, and see him fucking Ben's mouth. See Ben taking him so deep and so greedily. With a strangled groan, Jesse's other hand gripped to Ben's hair as well, holding him still as his hips snapped up twice more before he came. Ben's hands moved to his upper thighs, kneading the tense muscle as he milked Jesse dry. When the hands in his hair slackened he carefully pulled back, tucking Jesse away before pressing a kiss to his inner wrist.

With a contented hum, Jesse pulled him up to take his mouth in a languid kiss. He smiled when he pulled back, his breath still warm on Ben's lips. "We're so fucked up."

Ben gave a laugh at that, sliding one hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and kissing him a little more deeply in response. "Wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured, nose to nose with him. With a relaxed sign, he finally detangled himself from the awkward sideways embrace, for all that it felt so wonderful.

"Back to the grindstone."

It was hard not just saying they should drive home and take the day, but they still had a job to do. Turning the rearview mirror his way, Jesse fingercombed his hair, which pulled another breathless laugh out of Ben.

"You couldn't look bad if you tried," he reassured him with a goose to Jesse's knee. "C'mon, pretty boy."

Jesse gave a snort in return. "Well we can't all be happy walking around with just-fucked hair."

Shutting the door hard behind him, Ben made sure to hip-check Jesse on their way through the sliding entrance doors as he subconsciously ran his hands over the top his hair.