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"We aren't doing that in my car." Crowley looked over at Aziraphale in the passenger seat, tipping his sunglasses down so he could properly look him in the eyes. "I'm serious."
Aziraphale ran a hand over the dash in apology to the Bentley. "I just thought, well…" Aziraphale shifted his eyes pointedly to Crowley's tented crotch.
Crowley palmed himself, trying to will the erection to go down. "Not here. This is a sacred space. Think of this car as a church, if that helps."
Aziraphale laughed. "You've done far worse things in churches before, if I recall."
Crowley hissed. "Yeah, but you haven't. And you wouldn't."
Aziraphale shrugged. "You might be surprised what I could be convinced to do." He caressed Crowley's thigh teasingly. "Under the right circumstances."
Crowley looked sharply over at Aziraphale before turning back to the road. "You're not helping, angel," he whined. He adjusted himself in his pants, silently urging the Bentley to go even faster. They were driving back to the bookshop after seeing a show in another town over, and everything had been fine until Aziraphale started talking about what he wanted to do to Crowley when they got back. Or before they got back.
Aziraphale smiled smugly, watching Crowley squirm in his seat and struggle to regain control of himself.
"What is it about musicals that gets you all riled up, anyway?" Crowley asked, trying to distract himself.
Aziraphale folded his hands over his own lap. He was doing better than Crowley at reigning himself in for the time being, but only just. "They are expressions of life," Aziraphale struggled to find the right words, "Everyone is singing their emotions and dancing and crying and showing their hearts to the world on a stage. It's uniquely raw and beautiful."
Crowley raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of it. "Some of them are like that, I guess. But Godspell? You've seen that one a hundred times, not including tonight's performance, which was far from the best one, by the way. It's not even accurate, I mean, we were there two thousand years ago. You know that's not how it went down."
"They did their best. That's all anyone can do. I appreciated it." Aziraphale glanced back over at Crowley.
Crowley had a hand now permanently pressed against his crotch while he drove fast as the Bentley could go without miraculous intervention.
Aziraphale unfolded his hands in a change of tactics, and began stroking himself slowly through his pants.
Crowley noticed and hissed again. "Oh come on, that's not fair," he growled.
Aziraphale just grinned in response. He was feeling on top of the world and he was going to enjoy the moment one way or another.
Crowley suddenly hit the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were in the middle of nowhere, still miles from London and the privacy of the bookshop.
Aziraphale was grinning like the cat that got the cream.
Crowley held a finger up like he did when he wanted to make a point. "I love this car. We have an understanding," he began.
The speakers suddenly started playing In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel. Crowley just stared.
"I believe the car is saying it's okay with it," Aziraphale suggested.
"She hasn't even seen Say Anything," Crowley muttered. He shut off the music and sat back. Aziraphale had resumed his languid ministrations over the front of his pants, stroking himself to fullness. Crowley watched him out of the corner of his eye. "Can't take you anywhere," he said without any harshness.
"What are you going to do about it?" Aziraphale asked, giving him bedroom eyes.
Crowley hissed and reached a hand behind Aziraphale's head to pull him in for a rough kiss. Crowley nipped at Azriaphale's lower lip until Aziraphale relented and parted his lips for Crowley's tongue. They groaned into each other's mouths as their tongues slipped together.
Without breaking their kiss, Crowley swung one long leg over Aziraphale's lap and Aziraphale moved over so Crowley could straddle him. It was a move they had done a hundred times before, but never in the car. It was only slightly more difficult in the limited space.
Aziraphale moved his hand so he could pull Crowley's hips flush against his own. Even through the fabric of both their pants they could feel how hard the other was.
Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, using Aziraphale's shoulders and the top of the car seat behind him as leverage to drag his hips up and down, grinding their crotches together. Aziraphale broke their kiss so he could bite Crowley's neck. He had done it once as an experiment and Crowley had nearly come in his pants right then and there. This time he let out a wanton whimper and clung to Aziraphale even harder.
Aziraphale kissed the small bite mark he'd left and then kissed along Crowley's jaw to nibble at his ear. "How did you think I was going to resist you?" he whispered in Crowley's ear.
"You managed for long enough," Crowley retorted, and Aziraphale bit him again in response, this time on a sensitive spot right below his jawline. Crowley's hips bucked forward on their own accord and he let out a whining sound of pure physical need.
Aziraphale unzipped Crowley's slacks and pushed down his boxers to pull Crowley's erection free. He wrapped a hand around him and stroked him roughly in a way he knew Crowley liked when he was in a mood like this.
Crowley tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck. Aziraphale took the opportunity to bite him again, on the other side of his neck this time, and then began sucking the spot to give him a bright red hickey. Precome dripped from the tip of Crowley's erection and Aziraphale used his thumb to spread it down his shaft. This alleviated a little of the friction and allowed him to stroke him faster.
Crowley was nearly falling apart on Aziraphale's lap, but he wasn't finished yet. He reached between them and popped the first button on Aziraphale's pants. Aziraphale noticed the hint and hurried to help get his pants unbuttoned and pushed down to his thighs, exposing his own hardness to the air between them.
Aziraphale then took both their erections in one hand and stoked them as one. Crowley was making needy sounds in the back of his throat and Aziraphale kissed the red mark he'd left on Crowley's neck. Crowley nearly cried.
"Let me ride you?" Crowley asked, "Please?"
Aziraphale was busy stroking them both, making sure to get as much precome spread over their lengths as was available. "Since you asked so nicely…" He said, and kissed Crowley on the mouth as he lifted Crowley's hips and positioned himself for Crowley to press down on.
Crowley took over, easing himself back down onto Aziraphale's lap, feeling himself stretch to fit him. They both made obscene noises as their hips came together again, this time with Aziraphale firmly inside Crowley.
Aziraphale wrapped a hand once again around Crowley's erection and stroked him slowly. When he was ready, Crowley began to move again, leveraging himself up and down with his thighs squeezing around Aziraphale's sides.
Aziraphale pressed his face into Crowley's neck as Crowley rode him. He alternated kissing, sucking, and biting him, depending on which got the loudest reaction out of Crowley.
Soon Crowley was getting close to coming. Aziraphale could tell because his breath had gone ragged and his movements had become less rhythmic and more desperate. "It's okay, my dear," Aziraphale whispered into the nape of his neck, "Let it happen."
Crowley cried out as he began to come, gushing over Aziraphale's hand and lap as Aziraphale stroked him through it. His legs clamped down hard on Azriaphale's hips and his tensing muscles brought Aziraphale to orgasm shortly after.
Crowley slowly let himself relax into Aziraphale's lap, wanting to keep Aziraphale inside him as he softened. He rested his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, and Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley protectively as their breathing slowly came back to normal.
When he could think again, Crowley opened his eyes and looked around. They were still in the car, but something had changed, he could sense it. "Something's different," he said.
Aziraphale glanced around. "There's a box of tissues and a bottle of hand sanitizer built into the dashboard that weren't there before," he commented.
Crowley twisted around to see and sure enough, there were. He made a face at the Bentley. "That won't be necessary," he said, and did a small miracle to clean up the mess he'd made over the both of them. "It's not that though, something else." He climbed off Aziraphale's lap and tucked himself back in his pants. Then on a whim he got out of the car.
"Oh, very funny!" he yelled at the car, pacing around it to see it from all sides, "Change it back!"
Aziraphale got out of the car once he had put himself back together again and put a hand over his mouth in amusement when he saw what had irritated Crowley so much.
The Bentley, once solid black was now half black and half brilliant yellow. It was obvious even in the moonlight.
"But it's so pretty!" Aziraphale insisted.
"My car is NOT YELLOW!" Crowley shouted, and the Bentley revved the engine suddenly, the noise extra loud in the still night.
"Come back inside, my dear. I'm sure the car will right itself when it's ready," Aziraphale said coaxingly, putting a hand on Crowley's arm.
Crowley shook his head but allowed Aziraphale to lead him back to the driver's seat. "Suppose it could be worse," he grumbled.
"That's the spirit," Aziraphale said, and patted him on the arm before shutting the car door and getting into the other side.
"You aren't actually angry about the car, are you?" Aziraphale asked as they got back on the road.
"No, I'm not angry," Crowley admitted, "Besides it's not your fault. She just likes you, is all. She used to be mine but I guess now she really is ours."
Aziraphale smiled gently at him. "I can relate. But if it'll make you feel better, I can ask it to change back?"
Crowley shrugged. "Eh, maybe it'll grow on me. Couldn't hurt to leave it for a little while."
Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's shoulder affectionately, and no more words needed to be said on the matter.
Outside, the hubcaps turned yellow and gained a black stripe vertically down the center to match the eyes of their owner, and the car drove into the night.