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Wylan dropped into the car seat with a soft sigh. There was a moment of stillness as Jesper walked to the other side of the car, before the door opened and he sat next to Wylan with a small smile.
“Feeling okay?”
Wylan nodded, reaching across the gearshift to take Jesper’s hand in his own.
“Just tired from being around people. You?”
“Never better, darling. Have I mentioned that you look incredible?”
Wylan flushed. It was the night of the university chamber orchestra’s formal, a whirlwind of drinking and dancing, a combination that had left the couple breathless. He rolled his eyes fondly.
“Jes, you’ve been saying it all night.”
“I mean it, Wy. You look-” Jesper cut himself off with a laugh. “I wanted to kiss you that entire time.”
A smile broke over Wylan’s face and he leaned across the car, tilting his head invitingly.
“And what’s stopping you now?”
Jesper’s eyes darkened as he lessened the space between them even more. He reached to stroke through Wylan’s hair, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. He continued to stroke across Wylan’s skin, a broad sweep of his thumb across his cheekbone, tracing the line of his jaw, before resting on his chin, tilting it up slightly.
Wylan’s breath was coming slightly faster now, his cheeks flushed. They had been dating for well over four years now, but this proximity to Jesper never failed to set his heart racing.
“Beautiful,” Jesper whispered, his eyes tracing the lines of Wylan’s face. His thumb stroked along his skin before resetting lightly on his bottom lip. Wylan inhaled sharply, eyes dilating.
Jesper ran his finger along the tender skin of his lip, touch featherlight and teasing. Desire shot down Wylan’s spine and heat curled in his stomach as he leaned forward, desperate to connect their lips. Jesper stilled him with a gentle hand on his waist, stroking his side, Wylan feeling the touch as if it were on his bare skin even through the layers of his outfit.
Jesper’s thumb continued to explore the contours of Wylan’s lips, each stroke sending a bolt of lightning through Wylan’s stomach. He pressed lightly on his bottom lip, and Wylan’s mouth fell open easily on a gasp.
“Jes, please, I-”
Jesper silenced him with a searing kiss, hands immediately going to Wylan’s hair, fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp. Wylan whimpered, kissing Jesper hard and filthy, the way he’d been wanting to for hours on the dancefloor. Jesper tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly further across the car, forcing Wylan to tuck his legs under himself on the seat.
Wylan felt rabid, out of control with wanting. He licked into Jesper’s mouth until he groaned, and then ducked his head, sucking along his jaw. Jesper’s head fell back against the seat with a small thunk , a breathy gasp leaving his lips. Wylan bit down the side of his neck, tugging at his shirt collar to access more skin, and hissing in annoyance when the buttons wouldn’t permit it.
Jesper gently nudged Wylan’s face away from his neck, and Wylan noticed with pleasure the way his hands shook as he fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. As Jesper revealed more skin, Wylan felt something in him snap. He scrambled across the gearshift, forcing his way into Jesper’s lap, despite the awkward positioning of the steering wheel.
“Wy - shit . We can go home, I can drive you back-.”
Wylan ignored him, all of his attention on running his hands down Jesper’s chest, stroking the skin of his abdomen as he returned his lips to his clavicle. Jesper’s hands encircled his waist, pulling him further onto his lap. He pressed down on the small of Wylan’s back, making the boy arch into him with a choked out gasp.
Wylan pulled away completely, looking at Jesper with a dark look in his eyes, his face flushed.
“Get in the backseat, right fucking now.”