Lunch Break

Erotic short. Two coworkers run to their car for a quickie.

600w, rated E, cis M/M. Two coworkers run for a quickie on their lunch break — car sex, safe sex, silly teasing sex.

Abe stumbles as he rushes ahead of Dane toward the car, fumbling with his keys, and he can hear Dane laughing as he rushes to catch up, his footsteps audible on the wet tarmac. They’ve got, what, 25 minutes, if that? Lunch is forty-five, and it’s a five-minute walk to the sandwich shop around the corner — if after they’re done Abe orders on his phone, by the time they’re there it’ll be done, and they eat them on the way back —

“Come on, come on,” groans Dane behind him, and Abe laughs as he unlocks and then pulls open the door, shoving back the front seat and falling inside. The car is parked in the alley, so it’s dark and in shadow and just a little bit cool, but Abe still undoes his jeans as quickly as he can and shoves them down, wishes he’d worn his fucking slip-ons this morning instead of his laced brogues because it’s so much more awkward to get his jeans off. “Yeah? Yeah? You fucking want it?”

“Yeah, I fucking want it, dickhead, we both want it,” hisses Abe, shoving down his boxers, and Dane grins down at him as he pulls the door closed behind him, falls on top of Abe, and fuck, fuck, he wishes he’d put the seats down, he wishes he had a bigger car, but he only concentrates on that thought for a moment before he arches up into the perfect kiss of Abe’s lips against his neck, his breath hot on…