It was about fifteen minutes into Alabama that Nick began to become aware that he had a sudden and burning desire to strip Ellis naked and fuck him right there in the Humvee. And, well, in his defense Ellis was being incredibly sexy (and sort of annoying and shutting him up would be a nice consequence).
The moment they had crossed into Alabama the kid had started singing "Sweet Home Alabama" over and over as though the song hadn't lost its oomph the first four times. He was smiling enthusiastically as he sang, radiating such a charming and endearing vibe that Nick really couldn't help himself but stare (and the best part was Ellis actually had a pretty god damn good singing voice).
The mechanic drummed his hands on the wheel to keep the beat and he let his accent melt perfectly with the song. He was moving around playfully with the words in an oddly attractive fashion that was impossible for Nick to not notice. Had it been anyone else singing the same song over and over, Nick probably would have opened the door and shoved them right out of the moving car without a second thought. But, damn. This was Ellis and Ellis was being fucking sexy.
Nick felt his heart rate climbing and his breathing became a little more labored—eyes darkening as he watched that adorable little southern belt out another line; "Sweet hoooome Alabama, where the skies are so blue. Sweet hoooome Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to yoou~" God damn it…
Nick let out a frustrated noise and began to unbutton his shirt, not looking away from the still singing man. "Ellis, pull over," he demanded.
"—Huh, wha'?" Ellis asked, looking quickly over to the other and then back to the road. "Why? Wha's wrong?"
"Pull over," the conman said again. Ellis did as he was told and put the car in park.
"Nick, whas wrong with—" But he never got the finish the sentence. Shirt discarded now the conman had moved across the console separating their seats, grabbed the back of Ellis' head and forced him into a deep kiss as he climbed into his lap. Ellis rolled with it, hands coming up instantly to press the mans warm sides into his palms. When their kiss ended, Nick quickly unbuckled the other and his hands dove instantly to Ellis' zipper. "Gawddamn Nick yer really—"
"Too much talking," Nick breathed, pressing their lips together to silence the other. To be fair, Ellis had been talking or singing practically non-stop on their trip so far. Nick didn't particularly mind that fact, but if Ellis got to talk then he got to have his fix too. It was only fair.
It was ridiculously awkward trying to get the kids pants off in the drivers seat and the wheel kept stabbing into Nicks back as he twisted and tugged the damn things off but he still managed. He threw them into the passenger seat, hand going instantly to cup the others now exposed cock. His fingers flexed and stroked him eagerly and Ellis pressed himself back into the seat—not to get away, but to brace himself for the shudders of pleasure now riddling his body.
Ah, but how the simple stroking motion was so god damn complex in their limited space. Nick let out a irritated sound, readjusting himself—hands forced to reach out to steady himself and consequently putting an end to his half-complete handjob. As he tried to find a comfortable position his backside pressed against the steering wheel again and a ridiculously loud horn sounded—it startled them both.
"Oh for fucks sake," Nick said—he was half laughing and half sincerely pissed off. Ellis only laughed obnoxiously and Nick grinned down at him. The older man now knelt painfully over the other as Ellis tried hard to remove his pants. Again, it became an awkward coaxing and tugging match as Ellis tried hard to figure out which way was the best to remove them. It was almost unsuccessful but Nick ended up crouching in an oddly contorted way to get the stupid things off.
"God fucking damn it," Nick snarled, twisting about. "Not enough room…"
"Make room!" Ellis insisted, adjusting in the seat to try and give the other the space he needed. Nick let out a little chuckle. How eager. How cute.
The older man grabbed Ellis' waist and pulled him closer, "Over here… against the window…" Ellis immediately compromised and with a few adjustments of his legs and arms he found himself pressed up against the cool surface. He half hoped Nick wouldn't get too passionate and crash him right through it… Then again, weren't these things made for—Ellis train of thought disintegrated as Nick readjusted his ankles up onto his shoulders. "Well now…" Nick said, grinning. "I didn't know you were so flexible."
"Uh, yeah," Ellis said, wiggling into a position that was less stressful on his hips. "This won't last long, so ya stop bein' a tease an' hurry the hell up."
"Uh-huh," Nick replied. He brought a small bottle of lotion out from seemingly nowhere and uncapped it.
"Well tha's gonna go far," Ellis replied sarcastically, noting the travel-size proportion.
"Yeah, yeah, at least it's going to good use." And to emphasize his meaning he inserted two full fingers into the other without warning. Ellis' hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden intrusion and let out a little whimper, wincing and gasping. "Ah, I'm sorry," Nick said softly. He placed a gentle kiss against the others calf flexing against his neck. "Thought you were more ready for that."
Ellis clenched his teeth as the other continued to work him in a fashion that was bordering being cruel. For whatever reason, Nick seemed all for watching the young man wither and moan against him, almost struggling to get away from his not-quite-pleasing probing, but not wanting to escape since it wasn't exactly uncomfortable either.
"Oh, fuckin' damn it, Nick," Ellis gasped—and there was a hint of annoyance in his voice. He would have grabbed Nicks hair and tore at it with frustration had he faith he wouldn't slide right down the window into an impossible position of getting fucked. So instead he tensed his arms against the little crevices he had worked himself into and thrust his hips insistently. "Jus' fuck me already!"
Nick did as he was told—not because Ellis sounded so angry (that was actually a rather turn on for him) but because Nick was starting to feel the full effect of his adrenaline rushing through him, making his body swell with anticipation and longing.
And so he entered the other with one smooth motion that was only possible from the ironically awkward position they were in. Nick let out a little laugh of surprise—well, that was easy. Ellis wasn't at all for giggling. Now that it was safe to assume he was now pinned in their love-making position his hands came up to snare into the others hair. And Ellis wasn't at all too pleased from being teased for so long and it was obvious when his legs shifted down from Nicks shoulders and his knees came up to squeeze just under the other mans arms, forcing them into a position that barely allowed any breathing room for either of them.
"Can't really…" Nick muttered, trying to rock his body in and out of the other—but he barely had any room to sway—Ellis was keeping him in a position that was almost maddeningly uncompromising… Oh… Nick felt a grin touching his lips and he winced as Ellis tore at his hair—the kid was smiling wickedly in between his heavy breaths. That was the point… Well fine then. The only thing Nick could do now was press himself in further, instead of drawing himself out and pummeling back as he was planning to. He would be forced to make each dip of his hips firm if he wanted this limited movement to work.
And god damn, it did. Ellis' fingers had long ago stopped tearing into Nicks hair and now they pressed against his lovers shoulders, allowing him to arch his back and keep his hips in a better position. Any lingering annoyance that Ellis had from being teased earlier simply melted away as Nick penetrated him so deeply that it was practically forcing him near orgasm each time he moved inside him. And he let Nick know exactly how good it felt. Ellis moaned loudly, gasping and mewling with pleasure with each plunge of their hips.
Each time Ellis came close to orgasming, he would squeeze his legs a little tighter to limit Nicks motions, just enough to bring him just a step below release again and then he'd relax, letting Nick work him back near his climax again. He must of forced Nick to slow down at least six times.
Ellis exhaled until his lungs hurt, absolutely enjoying everything. His shoulders were pressed against the now fogging window and his body rocked and swayed gently against Nicks, leaving him crying out with almost unbearable pleasure. Nicks lips stilled somehow managed to have enough sense to place kisses and nips into the curve of his neck. The flush of their heated and bothered skin was enough to leave them panting and sweating. Oh, yes, this was just… incredible… almost too incredible to bring to an end.
"Nick," Ellis gasped—and oh how Nick loved the way Ellis' voice trembled. He almost lost his rhythm he was admiring the sound of it so much. But then; "Ni-Nick, don' ya dare stop now." Ah, right. Apparently Ellis had taken all he possibly could—and Nick himself was already willing to bring their loving to its peak. The young man moaned under the building pressure but this time he didn't make Nick stop.
The intense euphoria resulting from finally cumming was well worth all the teasing. It was almost debilitating it was so intense. It left their muscles twitching and quivering. They collapsed against each other and tried hard to catch their breaths, hands still absently stroking at each others moisten skin.
Finally, Nick pushed himself up onto his knees and Ellis shifted enough to free himself. "Well…" Nick panted, "No more car sex."
"Bullshit," Ellis replied instantly. His eyes were already darkening with lust and Nick tilted his head slightly, surprised. "Tha' was too fuckin' awesome." The mechanic jerked the other down into a lavishing kiss.
Well… come to think of it—Ellis was probably living his fantasy right now. Being taken in the drivers seat of a big badass Humvee with the smell of everything associated with a car faint all around. Well… being a mechanic Ellis probably found himself in the most ideal place for him to ever get laid. Ah, well… Despite the fact that being jabbed and prodded by all kinds of little mechanical bullshit in the tight space was annoying as fuck, Nick had to admit—the sex was well worth it.
Nick shifted forward, hands trailing down to grip at Ellis' arms. "So much for that twelve hours, huh?" he asked, grinning.
"Nick we got three days ta get home." Ellis shifted himself into a better sitting position and grinned. "Ya ain't gonna pass up on this sorta road trip, are ya? I mean, ya did start it."
Nick frowned thoughtfully, nodding in agreement. Well, the kid had a point. He pressed their lips together firmly—he didn't need any more convincing. This road-trip was definitely going to have to take three days.
A/N: So when I was looking on mapquest for references of cities they were going through/by I happened to catch an "Ellisville" in the corner of my eye on I-59 in Mississippi. I did the gayest little clap/bounce/giggle known to man. I had to share that—not me being gay, but Ellisville. I wanna go there. It sounds amazing… -cough- anyways.
I don't know the anatomy of a Humvee inside. Roll with it. XD I listened to Sweet Home Alabama at least 15 times while writing this LOL