The bright glare of blazing headlights lit up the inside of the old run-down car as the other cars on the other side of the unlit highway sped past them, disturbing all of Jonah’s attempts to close his eyes and take a nap. The newest car they snatched was also the most uncomfortable hunk of shitty scrap metal they’d driven yet. Its original owner should have paid them to steal it. There was barely any room for them to sit, had no AC or heat, and the seats couldn’t even tilt backward. If anything, the owner was laughing their way to the bank with an insurance claim that could get them a new car that wasn’t a steaming pile of shit.
He was dizzy and tired from lack of sleep, and now it was almost his turn to deal with it and drive. He hoped they were close to home, so they could get some actual sleep soon instead of suffering in this ugly sardine can of a car. His legs were cramping up. Adam wasn’t any better off, not when he was a lot taller than Jonah and had longer legs that there was no way he had room for. The blonde had to kick his feet up onto the dashboard to sleep since no other position would be comfortable. Neither of them gave a shit about that though, about feet on the dashboard, since it wasn’t like it was their car. They’d use it for a few weeks tops, then ditch it and swipe a new one. The damn things broke down and they would make off with a new one, repeating the process every time they so much as blew out a taillight or were faced with a dead battery.
Jonah was finally starting to doze off again when he felt the car turn hard left and slow to a stop. The driver’s side door opened and slammed shut. When he opened his eyes, with no perception of how much time had passed since he drifted off again, Adam had stopped the car at a gas station. He stared blankly at the lights coming from the windows of the convenience store while the smell of gasoline and gas station food invaded the tiny space inside the car.
It was oddly nice of him to do that. Now Jonah wouldn’t have to worry about stopping to get gas later when it was his turn to drive. He wished he didn’t have to drive in the first place, but Adam was just as tired as he was, and making him drive the whole way would be a one-way ticket to the bottom of some ditch on the side of the road.
The door opened again and Adam poked his head in to interrupt another one of Jonah’s attempts to doze off. “Want to get up and move around before you take over? There’s probably energy drinks or something.”
No, he didn’t really want to get up and forfeit his right to a five-minute nap, but he also didn’t want to forfeit his legs in exchange for five minutes of non-sleep. Jonah pushed open the door and stepped out, stretching and groaning as all the built-up tension escaped his body, shaking off the feeling of being all cramped from the long ride. He’d force himself to move for that energy drink, sweet caffeine his beloved. Before he even finished getting his bearings back Adam was already making for the door, leaving Jonah to stumble along behind him in a struggle to keep up. The last thing he needed was to be left out there, alone, at a deserted gas station after midnight.
A door chime rang as Adam swung the door open with a little too much force and the two walked through. Now that Jonah took a second look, Adam was hardly tired at all. Like the long trip didn’t affect him. He was always like that. Jonah shrugged it off as Adam just being good at keeping his displeasure buried behind deadpan eyes, maybe thinking that Jonah would make fun of him if he was given any sort of ammo to use. And he’d be right, because that’s exactly what Jonah does when he thinks he has an opening.
Just like the gas pumps outside, the inside of the convenience store was seemingly devoid of life, until the cashier came in through a door that led to some employees-only room behind the counter. Adam and Jonah both figured that he must have just been hiding to ride out the rest of his awful graveyard shift, and they didn’t blame him. He greeted them in a bored haze, clearly needing sleep just as badly as they did.
Adam greeted him with a lazy nod. “Just picking up a few things and leaving,” he said, hustling away to an aisle closer to the back of the store while Jonah dragged himself to the refrigerated section. He needed that energy drink and he needed it now. His legs weren’t going to last much longer. Seriously, how did Adam still have so much energy left?
Jonah raised his head to peer over the shelves and call out to Adam. “Hey, didn’t you want one too?”
“Yeah, can you get me my usual?”
Jonah shrugged and grabbed two cans of the strongest stuff he could find. When they met back up at the counter, Jonah rolled his eyes at the lube and condoms that Adam had thrown down in front of the cashier.
“Fucking hell, I get it already. You have a girlfriend and you fuck. You don’t have to rub it in.”
“Not my intention. Sorry about the whole ‘not fucking’ thing, though.”
Jonah was annoyed, but the cashier was dead to the world. He rang up their items without so much as flinching or rolling his eyes. Those eyes were probably too tired to move that much anyway. Jonah scoffed and picked up his can as soon as the cashier scanned it and pinched the tab between his fingers. “You mind?”
The cashier shrugged. “Go ahead. As long as you still pay for it.”
The can opened with a sharp hiss and Jonah dove straight into it, chugging half the can in seconds while Adam paid for everything. Though it didn’t really matter who paid, the two of them already had to pool their funds just so they could eat. Junk food, of course. Microwaveable shit and whatever hot food their gas station of choice had for them at this ungodly hour.
They were handed their bags and drinks and were about to leave when Adam stopped short in front of Jonah, the shorter male crashing into his back and nearly spilling what was left of his energy drink.
“Dude, fucking walk. ”
Adam spun around. “I forgot. We should get food.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess we should grab something to eat while we’re here.”
Adam turned back to the cashier. Trying to sound sympathetic, but in the end, just as deadpan as he always was, though appropriate considering he was talking to someone who sounded just as dead inside. “Sorry man, we might be here a while. Takes us forever to pick stuff out.”
The cashier gave another lazy shrug and went back into the other room. Jonah thought that was a little weird for Adam to say; they usually knew exactly what they wanted in an instant. Shopping trips were an in-and-out deal, as they had to be when they were constantly on the run. He didn’t linger on it, though. Maybe Adam just didn’t want to seem like a bother to the cashier. Maybe he was right about Adam being tired and not showing it on the outside.
“Does he even care about his job?”
“Probably not,” Adam started, tugging on Jonah’s sleeve and pulling him in the direction of the frozen foods, “But it’s whatever. We need to decide on what we’re eating this week. Then we can grab something hot for the ride home.”
It was a bleak life, but at least frozen pizzas tasted good. They lived on stuff that only needed a microwave or, if they were feeling fancy, thrown in the oven for twenty minutes. Neither of them knew how to cook nor did they have any intention of learning how, and they justified it with their “work”. If they were always out on a job, when would they have time to cook anything?
Evelin would sometimes cook for herself and Adam, which she could do since she had a regular job with regular hours and regular pay, but Adam was almost never home long enough to eat with her. He came home, threw her a few extra bucks that they picked up from their most recent client, ate, went to sleep, and waited for the next superstitious sucker to offer a few hundred dollars for a bunch of no-lifes to sit in their empty house.
Jonah let himself mull over all the options in front of him, taking his time only because Adam was doing the same. If Adam was confident that the cops wouldn’t catch up to them here, then he was, too. Adam apparently had a pretty good sense of these things, seemingly knowing exactly where they needed to be and when. A little creepy in his opinion, but it kept them out of the slammer. Adam did the thinking while Jonah did the heavy lifting. Fair deal. Neither ever complained about their role.
“Man, we could get these fuckin’… what the fuck even are these? Pancake and sausage corndogs?”
Adam didn’t look up from the boxed egg and cheese sandwiches he was inspecting. “That sounds like shit.”
“Fuck it. That’s a fancy breakfast for me. I’m doing it.”
“Don’t come bitching to me when it sucks,” groaned Adam, pulling a few different frozen pizzas out of the freezer, along with a few boxes of sliders. Now that was fancy eating, even if Jonah would rather live on pizza and slushies and… pancake and sausage corndogs, apparently.
Satisfied with their picks, they moved into another aisle, lingering around the corner of the store while looking for something that wasn’t frozen. They’d need something for the long ride back since until they got home, they wouldn’t be able to microwave anything. They planned to go the route of one serving of hot food from this gas station’s particularly shitty selection, but Jonah was also intent on grabbing a few value bags of chips. Couldn’t go wrong with those, they hold you over on long car rides like nothing else, and they were something to snack on just out of boredom.
Adam lingered behind Jonah while he was distracted by some hard decisions he had to make. Even if the choices for hot food were limited to hot dogs and some really sad-looking burritos, there were way more choices of chips than they were used to seeing.
That would work out for Adam. It kept Jonah occupied.
“Hey, Jonah?”
Jonah didn’t take his eyes off the food. There were so many choices to make and so little time to make them. “Yeah?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah. Shoot.”
Adam approached Jonah and set the bag down beside their feet, moving in so close that his chest pressed against Jonah’s back. “What if I told you that the stuff I just bought wasn’t for Evelin?”
Jonah froze. This had to be one of Adam’s crap attempts at a prank. It had to be. Why was his brain practically short-circuiting at him being so close? “...Um…”
Adam’s hands settled ominously at his hips, his head resting heavily on Jonah’s shoulder. “Hm?”
Jonah laughed nervously. “Come on, you’re bullshitting me. You need a serious nap.”
“No, Jonah. I mean it.”
Jonah knew Adam had to be messing with him. This was just some stupid joke, and if Jonah fell for it, Adam would rub it in that he thought he even thought he’d ever consider having sex with him. It had to be a joke. Had to be. Or maybe this was just some fucked up dream he was having, and this was his brain’s way of processing the few times he’s made weird passes at Adam and considered making a move on him. It had to be that. Just his brain playing out a scenario of what could happen. It had to be that.
It had to be, until it wasn’t. Adam’s hands roamed across his body, sliding up his torso and rubbing his chest, then sliding back down until they were uncomfortably close to the front of his jeans.
“But what about Evelin?”
“What about her?” asked Adam, his hands still snaking around Jonah’s body, groping his lower half, rubbing his thumbs into Jonah’s hips. “She doesn’t need to know.”
“Why now?”
“I see the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you.”
He sucked in a breath. Adam knew. And there was no pretending that this wasn’t getting to him. “Alright, fine. But why here? Can’t we take this somewhere else?”
“The car’s too cramped and doesn’t even have a long set of seats in the back, and doing it at either of the houses we call ‘home base’ means we risk getting caught by Sarah or Evelin. If we’re going to get caught, it would be better if it’s someone who doesn’t know us. Not that we’re going to get caught in the first place.”
Jonah’s eyes turned up toward the ceiling. “There’s gotta be cameras around.”
“Cameras can’t catch a corner like this. Stop worrying,” he chided, not waiting for even one second longer before starting to tug on Jonah’s pants. It was rough and clumsy, and Jonah didn’t try to stop it from happening; he just clung to the metal shelf in front of him and let Adam do what he was going to do, too in shock from the sudden advance to fight against it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, sometimes he thought about what it would be like to go a round or two with him, but this was just so… sudden. But then again, Adam had a thing for being uncomfortably blunt and direct. And completely unpredictable, at times. He wasn’t a bad guy, but Jonah was never sure what to expect from him.
Adam pulled on the waistband of Jonah’s pants and underwear until the back was lowered just enough to expose his ass, leaving the front side of his jeans to cling tight to his body and squeeze awkwardly around him. In a way that Adam must have liked, because he could feel the blonde’s hands grabbing his ass in both hands, roughly groping him, squeezing him, feeling him up in ways he didn’t think any man ever would. Jonah’s hands moved to pull everything down the rest of the way. Adam stopped what he was doing to pull Jonah’s hands away by his wrists, so tight that Jonah could feel bruises blooming from under his grip, in awe of how strong his hold was when he looked so skinny.
“Don’t. You’ll make a mess.”
It was uncomfortable to have his dick trapped in his pants when he was getting hard like this, but Adam was right. How would they explain the cum on the shelves later? Nasty.
The sound of Adam popping the cap off the bottle of lube behind him made the gravity of the situation suddenly set in for Jonah; he was actually about to get fucked right here in the middle of this gas station and was fine with letting it happen. His breathing sped up at the feeling of something cold pressing against his hole, then into it, his breaths turning into a pained hiss between clenched teeth. That pain didn’t last, even with his resistance. It felt so weird. Cold… yet warm and hot at the same time, and he needed more. Adam’s other hand clamped down over his mouth to muffle the pathetic sounds Jonah didn’t even realize he was making.
“You sound like a bitch,” the growl came out low and restrained from Adam’s throat. It was meant to be Adam’s idea of a joke, his emotionless way of messing with Jonah, but it had him whining from behind his hand.
Jonah squirmed against the shelf. Adam’s middle finger was already buried as deep as it could go, all the way up to the last knuckle without ever stopping to ask if Jonah could take it, rubbing and curling against his insides. Drool started to soak Adam’s palm. Jonah couldn’t think about anything other than how fucking good this felt. He always thought that if something like this could ever happen, obviously the roles would be reversed, he wouldn’t be the one on the receiving end, but for once he was glad to be wrong. He’d let Adam do this to him again and again if he wanted.
But then the wonderful feeling went away, as did the hand that was covering his mouth, replaced by an unbearable emptiness that Jonah couldn’t stand now that he’d had a taste of what he’d been missing out on.
He thought he was relaxed and ready for it until he heard a condom wrapper being ripped open behind him and the cap of the lube bottle again. He immediately flew into an internal panic. It was too new and too scary, but… fuck, he still wanted it. Adam caught him, and he was down bad. Jonah tried so hard to ignore Adam’s unnaturally pretty face, his soft blonde hair, hell, even just how damn tall he was. Even his voice was calming and, admittedly, pretty sexy even to Jonah, who used to think he was straight as a board before he spent too many nights alone in a car with Adam. The revelation didn’t come as a shock, but the fact that this guy was how he made that discovery…
But that was okay. More than okay. Liking both just meant there were more options open to him. Win-win. He just didn’t expect Adam to be on that list of options. Or that he would be on the top of that list of options. Or that the feeling was mutual. Or that he would suddenly want to fuck him in the back corner of some run-down gas station in the middle of nowhere at two-thirty in the fucking morning.
Soon something much bigger than Adam’s finger started to push its way in. Everything tightened around it, like Jonah’s body was instinctively resisting the intrusion. Or perhaps, instead, sucking it in. But the way he tightened around it only made him tense up more.
“Relax,” he breathed into Jonah’s ear. It sent shivers down his spine that practically forced him to relax and open up. “That’s it. Good.”
His body was melting at Adam’s hushed voice, falling apart at every word, sinking deeper into the worst mistake of his life. Every part of him lost the innate desire to resist him, letting Adam slide in all the way as if they were made to fit together. Jonah expected some sort of joke at his expense, but it never came; there were only Adam’s relaxed growls against the back of his neck. It pained him that he couldn’t get a good look at what Adam was packing before it was sheathed into him, what with how deliciously full he felt right now, but maybe it was better that way. The size could have stressed him out if he had a chance to see it first. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, of course. Adam would never let him live that shit down.
Once he was in, Adam didn’t stop to check on him before starting to plow into him hard and fast, his hips and balls loudly smacking against Jonah’s ass, the sound alone making him fear that the cashier would hear them and that would be it, not to mention the sheer volume of the noise Jonah made before Adam remembered to cover his mouth again. They’d be fucked if they were caught now, literally and figuratively, though calling the cops on them wouldn’t mean shit at this point anyway. But he dealt with it and let Adam do as he pleased and, surprisingly, nobody ever came out of the back room to see what the noise was.
The shelf that Jonah was leaning against, with its one broken leg on one side that left it off-balance and crooked, shook and thudded under their combined weight and the force of Adam’s movements. Adam’s breath was hot and heavy against the side of Jonah’s face. It shouldn’t have felt this goddamn good to Jonah to be railed like this, so suddenly and without much prep or buildup. But Adam slid in and out with unrestrained ease, with copious amounts of lube that dripped out of Jonah’s ass and onto his pants and the floor.
That could be more easily explained as a water spill if the worker responsible for cleaning it up didn’t care to make the distinction. Way easier and more sanitary than cum on the potato chip bags.
He knew he’d regret this later when his pants were soaked in lube and stained with cum. But his mind was focused on only one thing right now, and that was enjoying what Adam was giving him while trying to keep the volume down to a minimum, or else their fun would come to an early end. That wasn’t so easy in practice, Jonah’s muffled moans still loud from behind Adam’s palm. The hand tightened around his face and mouth— a warning. ‘Keep it down’ . The gesture made Jonah’s dick twitch. He was sure Adam didn’t mean for that to come off as hot or exciting, but he couldn’t help himself.
Jonah reached up and pulled Adam’s hand away from his mouth just enough so he could speak in an urgent whisper. “Fucking hell, I can’t last.”
“You better.”
Another threat. Another warning. Jonah sucked in a breath to keep himself from moaning openly without his muzzle. “Aren’t you trying to finish me off fast?”
“Yeah, but you still need to last long enough for me to finish.”
Jonah was tempted to respond with ‘no promises’, but whatever response he got to that would surely be the death of him. Instant orgasm, game over. And fuck, if that happened, Adam might not want to do this ever again. He couldn’t think of anything worse.
He let himself be muzzled again. Anything to stay filled up for as long as he could.
Leaning forward, he let the side of his face rest against the cold metal of the top of the shelf and then writhed and buried his head in his arms, fully submitting to Adam’s whims. A hand on his left hip just barely held him in place while Adam bucked wildly into him hard enough that it took everything he had to hold his balance and stay on his feet.
It was so loud, wet, sloppy, vulgar, disgusting. And Jonah loved every second of it.
So aggressive and violent. He’d have to bully Adam about it later. He must have wanted this for a long time to be this frantic. And desperate. And carnal. But Jonah didn’t mind being his bitch for the night. Or tomorrow night, and maybe the night after.
Jonah let out a long whine at an especially hard snap of the hips. Maybe bullying him would make Adam fuck him harder. He could put Jonah in his place, and Jonah would pretend to hate it, but secretly love it. But not too secret, because Adam somehow caught on to him just from some sideways glances and the occasional peek at his ass.
Adam’s grunts and growls turned into moans as his thrusts became faster, sloppier, and more erratic. For all his big talk and threatening Jonah to contain himself so he could finish, Adam didn’t exactly last long himself. Just another thing to pick on him for later. More ammo to goad him into pounding Jonah into the very next mattress they see.
Adam bit his lip, whining with all the neediness of someone who was addicted to hole but clearly wasn’t getting enough of it. Jonah held back a snort; Evelin had no idea what she was missing out on. The thought of leaving Adam waiting and wanting… Jonah thought that was such a waste.
Then Adam stopped, cramming himself in deep and twitching his hips in circular motions that made him grind hard against Jonah’s insides. It made Jonah lament how he was wearing a condom. He understood that they needed a quick cleanup and getaway, but it made him curious as to what it would feel like for Adam to not be wearing it. The pressure against his prostate was enough to have him cumming soon after Adam in an orgasm that left his whole body heaving and shaking, forming a large damp spot on the front of his jeans. He didn’t even give a shit; nothing he’d ever done with himself ever felt like that.
Adam pulled up the back of Jonah’s pants for him and buttoned him back up. The lube that dripped into them now just felt cold and disgusting. He’d have to dig around the car for tissues, because there was no way he was going to drive the whole rest of the way with soaked skinny jeans.
Jonah was still dizzy and recovering from the force of his climax while Adam was busy with his cleanup, tying up the used condom and tossing it into the nearest bin he could find. They managed to finish up before anyone else came in. The cashier still wasn’t back from the breakroom. Jonah couldn’t believe they were actually going to get away with this.
Adam practically dragged him by the arm back up to the front of the store, an armful of snacks in hand, still making room to grab two hot burritos from the heated food section. Jonah, in his rose-tinted haze, couldn’t help but think it was nice that Adam knew him well enough that he could pick up exactly what he wanted without having to ask. He felt completely braindead, and Adam must have picked up on that also, because he held him by the shoulders and pushed him around until he stood close enough to the counter that the cashier wouldn’t be able to see the giant wet spot in his pants. Now they could call the cashier out, pay for their things, and get the fuck out before anyone suspected anything.
The man watching from behind the cameras hated himself so much right now. He hated his life, he hated this fucking job, himself, everything. But what was happening in front of him now was actually one of the few good things that had every happened to him in his entire life. Left to his own devices all by himself in this run-down shitty gas station, there wasn’t usually anything to do except sit on his ass and read a magazine or something. That was assuming he didn’t have to deal with some insane crackhead by himself in the middle of the night.
But this? Oh, he could deal with this. Two attractive guys putting on a show just for him? At a time and place where they wouldn’t be disturbing any other customers, so he wouldn’t have to do anything except sit back, relax, and enjoy the show? Rubbing out a big fat one in the safety and privacy of the so-called “security” room with no actual security guards manning the cameras was the best thing he could have asked for at this dead-end job.
It was hard to see all the fine details through the grainy video feed, but he saw everything he needed to and then some. He could even make out the shorter man’s strained face before he buried it in his arms and let the blonde have his way with him. It was obvious who was in charge here. Who was he jealous of more? The guy getting fucked or the guy doing the deed? God damn, he couldn’t tell. What he wouldn’t give to be in either of their shoes. He wasn’t finding a date any time soon in this armpit of a store.
But then, God, that pretty face was back again when it was obvious the two were reaching their limit, and fuck, he wished someone would look at him the way that tall dude was looking at his catch. All he could do was service himself, his hand rapidly jerking himself off to the beautiful show playing out in front of him without either of them even knowing.
It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But it was so boring out here on his own, and he was a lonely guy. There was no resisting it.
He leaned back in his creaky chair and stifled a moan when he came hard, letting everything go right when he was sure the other two were doing the same. The mess was caught in a handful of tissues wadded up in his fist. There was still his job to worry about, and he couldn’t go out covered in cum stains. He didn’t make enough to afford dry cleaning or another company uniform.
Even though he knew it was coming, he was shaken out of his blissful high when he heard the calls for him coming from just outside the door. Stuffing himself back into his pants, he flew out of his chair. He had to get back to the actual “breakroom” half of the employee room to watch his hands.
That’s when he looked up at the camera feed one last time, and his eyes directly met with the blonde’s.
Sneering right into the camera from across the store.