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The sea of cars in front of them goes on for as far as the eye can see. There are lone tourist buses and trucks scattered among the smaller cars, rising like behemoths and blocking the view ahead.
The metallic colours of the vehicles, the fumes from the exhaust pipes, the waves of heat rising from the ground up are enough to ruin the beauty of the lush Tuscan landscape around them.
The generic music from the radio is starting to grate on Tooru's nerves and the incessant tapping sounds from Tobio's phone keyboard are adding to his irritation. He's been on his phone for the past forty minutes, texting god knows who, while Tooru is trying not to lose his sanity every time the Ford in front of them moves five inches forward and he dutifully crawls behind it.
The traffic has been moving at snail’s pace for the past two hours and any hopes of the jam clearing up have been dashed by this point. When they had left Florence that morning after a magical week of vacation, Tooru had felt truly blessed for the life he had. He was looking forward to returning to Rome and having Tobio all to himself for another two days before he flew back to Argentina. The drive was supposed to be short and sweet, complete in less than three hours. They had even made plans with Tobio’s teammates for lunch. Nothing could go wrong.
Except it did. They had barely been on the road for twenty minutes when Tooru was forced to slow down and look on in dread at the long line of vehicles in front of them. It was an exercise in patience, the most excruciatingly long traffic jam Tooru had ever been part of. Italy was starting to seem like a subarea of Hell instead of a Mediterranean paradise.
Tooru's arms are starting to hurt and his neck is already stiff. In contrast, Tobio's lounging in the passenger seat with the backrest reclined at a luxurious 150° angle and his long legs are stretched comfortably out in front of him.
Tooru's left eye twitches as he looks over at his boyfriend with envy. He can't even ask Tobio to take over and drive for a little while because this brat can't do anything except play volleyball apparently! He decides not to bring it up again, though, because they have already been through two fights and one argument in the last hour and he wants to maintain the tentative peace they’ve established.
Tooru takes a few deep breaths to calm down, but a bored Tobio is an annoying Tobio, and Tooru’s patience can only extend so far.
“Can you stop that infernal noise?” he snaps finally, when Tobio writes a long essay of a message and the tapping sound of the keyboard feels like a drill being hammered into Tooru's skull. “Who the hell are you texting anyway?”
Tobio glances at him, unbothered, and goes back to his phone. “The Adlers groupchat. Hoshiumi is arguing with Sokolov. And the rest of us are taking sides.”
“Why are you even in that group anymore?” Tooru demands. “You left the Adlers years ago!”
Tobio shrugs. “Once an Adler, always an Adler.”
“Bullshit,” Tooru mutters, driving ahead for approximately 1.5 seconds before braking again. He exhales heavily before thumping his head against the window, fighting the urge to bash through it.
"This is completely ridiculous,” he says, turning his face sideways towards Tobio. “You could've warned me about how bad the traffic gets here. We could have left earlier.”
Tobio's brows furrow. “I didn't know either. I told you we should take the train, but you didn't listen."
Tooru shoots him an annoyed look and clutches the wheel. "That would completely negate the point of a road trip, you idiot."
Tobio's expression transforms into a scowl. “It was your idea in the first place,” he points out, incensed. “Don't put the blame on me.”
“My idea was great and we both enjoyed ourselves, don't even lie, Tobio,” Tooru hurls back. “If you hadn't insisted on a late breakfast, we probably could've skipped the traffic.”
"I was hungry and so were you, can you calm the fuck down?” Tobio exclaims. “You're acting like I got us stuck here on purpose.”
Tooru purses his lips and looks straight ahead. "I am calm."
"You're cranky.”
"I'm not a toddler to be cranky."
"Could've fooled me,” Tobio mumbles, too loud not to be intended for Tooru’s ears.
“Shut up,” Tooru grits out. “I'm frustrated. Aren't you? We've been here for hours.”
“Well, this isn’t fun for me either, you know,” Tobio says, pouting. “But we can’t do anything about it, so what’s the point in complaining and feeling even more miserable? We have to get through it either way.”
“I know.” All the fight suddenly abandons him and Tooru rubs his eyes tiredly. “I’m just…exhausted. And my muscles ache.”
Tobio's voice loses its edge as well. Eyes drawn to his lap, he murmurs guiltily, “I’m sorry.”
Tooru sighs. “Not your fault.”
Tobio wordlessly turns off the radio before sliding his seat forward and setting the recline to its normal position. He studies Tooru for a long moment, his gaze steady on the side of his face. Softly, he asks, “Are you sick of me?”
Tooru's heart drops down to his stomach as he whips his head to the side to see a sad expression marring the features of Tobio's lovely face. He rushes to say, “No. Of course not. Could never be sick of you, sweetheart.” He takes Tobio's hand and kisses it, attempting a reassuring smile. “Just sick of being in this car.”
“Yeah.” Tobio nods in understanding, squeezing his hand in solidarity. “Me too.”
Tooru presses another kiss to the back of his hand for good measure before releasing it and gripping the steering wheel with both hands again. Tobio's palm doesn't retreat to his side and instead comes to rest on Tooru's thigh, a light and comforting weight.
Tooru doesn’t pay much mind to it and focuses on creeping ahead inch by inch till they finally reach the outskirts of Rome. Tobio stares out the window, his phone put away. Tooru wonders idly what he could be looking at, since the view on his side is just two more rows of cars. At least Tooru has some gorgeous vineyards to gaze at from his window.
Another ten minutes pass in silence and Tooru resigns himself to the fact that their day is probably ruined. The traffic trudges forward sluggishly and Tooru loses himself to the mindless rhythm of it, feeling numb and tired.
The movement is so slight that Tooru doesn't even notice it for the first few seconds—not until the hand on his thigh is already high enough to startle him. His eyes momentarily flit to his boyfriend’s long, pale fingers splayed over the soft material of his chinos, his thumb digging into the skin.
Tobio continues to stare out the window innocently, only occasionally stealing surreptitious glances at him as his fingers lightly caress the inside of Tooru's thigh. Up and down. Left to right. They trace the inseam of his pants, pressing delicately into the soft, sensitive muscle there and making Tooru's pulse jump. The tickly sensations and the heat of Tobio's hand has Tooru's blood rushing south frighteningly fast.
Tobio hums an idle tune under his breath and Tooru's fingers tighten painfully around the wheel as Tobio's palm finally shifts to his crotch and unfalteringly squeezes Tooru's fledgling erection.
Tooru nearly chokes on his tongue. "Tobio,” he manages to croak out. “What are you doing?"
“Nothing,” Tobio replies in an even voice, like his hand isn't currently on Tooru's dick. “You're so tense right now. Just trying to relax you, since I can't really help any other way.”
“Relax?” Tooru sputters, barely remembering to drive forward as Tobio continues to leisurely rub him over his pants. “You're getting me worked up—fuck, Tobio, you do realise there are people around us? Stop this right now.”
“Mm. Don't care.” And with that, Tobio directly skips three steps ahead and unbuttons his pants without hesitation to shove his hand inside and pull out Tooru's cock. It's nearly all the way to full hardness, which is testament to Tobio's absurd effect on him, and also really fucking embarrassing given their current situation.
Tooru bites back a whimper as his cock is suddenly exposed to the cold air of the AC, and the warmth of Tobio's palm when it wraps around him makes a full-body shiver roll through him.
“Shit. You're insane,” he says shakily, trying to focus all his attention on driving and not on the divine sensation of Tobio's hand slowly moving up and down his length. “You're fucking crazy. You'll make me crash the car. What if someone walks by and sees inside?”
Adrenaline pumps through Tooru's blood as he frantically looks around the windows and rearview mirror to check if anyone's looking at them. There's a middle-aged couple in the car behind them, seemingly arguing. The sedan on their right has a man and his dog inside. The dog with its tongue lolling out seems to be the only one interested in looking out the window. Anyone else on the road is either too far away or doesn't have the right visual angle to see what they're doing, but it does nothing to quell the fear of being caught in Tooru's heart.
At the same time, the danger only makes his traitorous dick harder in Tobio's capable hand. This is so wrong, he thinks miserably, but it's so hot.
“There aren't any pedestrians here, nobody's going to walk by,” Tobio tells him calmly. “It's a long stretch of highway for miles. Can you chill?”
“No, I cannot chill!” Tooru hisses. “You're trying to give me a handjob in a traffic jam where we are surrounded by hundreds of other cars with people in them. Who can see us!”
“Not a handjob,” Tobio responds simply.
“What?”
“I'm going to blow you.”
“What?” Tooru nearly shrieks, his heart racing so fast he feels dizzy. “Did you not listen to a word I just said!”
Tobio doesn't reply and proceeds to survey the neighbouring cars to ensure nobody's looking in their direction before swiftly ducking down under Tooru's arms. Tooru's fingers are shaking on the wheel and he feels incredibly hot under the collar despite the comfortable 22°C temperature of the air conditioner.
He's pretty sure the glass of the windows is too high to make it possible for anyone in an adjacent car to see Tobio bent over his lap, but he can't bet on it. He bites hard into his lip when Tobio takes him in hand again and daintily licks up his length.
He doesn't seem to feel any of Tooru's fear as he takes his time to get Tooru's cock nice and wet before fitting his sinful lips over the head. Tooru thumps his head back against the headrest and tries to regulate his breathing as Tobio suckles on the tip
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Tooru murmurs, swallowing thickly. “You're going to get us arrested. What if there's a cop in one of these cars?”
Tobio's mouth pops off his dick and Tooru sees a flash of blue in his periphery as Tobio looks up at him. “Stop freaking out, nobody's going to notice,” he insists, having the audacity to sound annoyed while committing a heinous act of public indecency. Possibly a jailable offence. “They're too busy in their own worlds, they aren't even looking at us. Just relax and try to enjoy this, okay?”
Tooru doesn't know if he shares his confidence. Some of these people must have taken note of them at some point in the last two hours and are bound to notice when only one guy is visible in a car that previously had two. Still, he can't bring himself to stop Tobio because his mouth feels too damn good and Tooru's only human. The intense pleasure pooling in his pelvis makes him feel like he's about to burst already.
"Try not to finish too fast,” Tobio tells him on cue, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on the head of Tooru's cock. “I'm gonna draw this out, okay? We have a lot of time to kill."
Tooru's not going to survive this. "Tobio..."
"Or it's fine if you come,” Tobio continues, wrapping his fingers around the base and jerking. “Whatever. I don't mind sucking you off twice. We'll probably be here for another hour or so; even your old man refractory period can’t be that bad."
"Who are you calling old, you brat?” Tooru snaps, rising to the bait immediately. “You want a reminder of our first night in Florence?"
To his delight, Tobio blushes, and Tooru flicks his gaze down just in time to see the incredibly sexy and coy look in Tobio's darkened eyes. Great. So he really is turned on. Tooru nearly laughs out loud.
Nothing like an endless traffic jam on the highway to get his boyfriend's motor running.
This time, Tobio swallows him down as far as he can in one go and bobs his head up and down at a steady pace. Tooru's breathing becomes even shallower; he feels like he's barely getting any air in his lungs.
Tobio doesn't treat the blowjob like a sprint, but like a marathon. He paces himself, breathing steadily through his nose as he slowly feeds himself more and more of Tooru's cock. The suction is perfect, Tobio's velvet tongue sliding repeatedly over his length, and Tooru fears he may pass out from the addictive amalgamation of thrill and pleasure. However, every time Tooru feels like he's too close to the edge, Tobio slows down and squeezes the base of his dick.
Tooru struggles not to lose control. Tobio is always so good and thorough with his mouth and Tooru can't believe he's being made to endure this in the middle of a traffic jam on a sweltering hot day.
He desperately wants to sink his fingers in Tobio's silky soft hair and guide him the way he wants, but he's afraid that his hands clutching the steering wheel with a death grip is the only thing that's keeping him from completely losing it.
Tooru's bottom lip stings from the pressure of his teeth and he shudders when he feels the head of his cock slip into the constricting heat of Tobio's throat. His eyes fight to stay open against the onslaught of dizzying pleasure and he can't help the low moan that tumbles out of his lips.
His head is swimming. He can't seem to reconcile himself with the fact that Kageyama Tobio is deepthroating him in a rented car on a random highway in Italy. It's enough to melt his brain.
“God, Tobio,” he groans. “You're driving me crazy here.”
Tobio hums with his mouth full, pleased at the praise, and continues to suck Tooru's cock with a greater gusto. This time, he doesn't hold back and only increases his speed when he feels Tooru approaching the edge.
Tooru curses loudly, his lips trembling, eyes rolling back as his orgasm hurtles through him. He comes down Tobio's throat with a breathless gasp and Tobio swallows it all, doesn't let go until he's wrung Tooru dry.
Stars dance in his vision and Tooru only registers the noise of the horns behind him when Tobio nudges his knee with his free hand and makes him realise that the car in front of him is already three meters away.
Tooru swears under his breath and quickly moves the car forward just as Tobio's mouth leaves him and he returns to his seat with a heavy exhale. He at least has the decency to tuck Tooru back into his underwear and button his pants properly before sinking into the backrest and stretching his neck with a groan.
When Tooru glances at Tobio, he is a sight to behold. Rosy red cheeks, swollen lips, and watery blue eyes. Staring at Tooru and looking so pleased with himself.
Tooru's refractory period nearly sees a record day.
“Good?” Tobio asks with a small smile.
Tooru nods dumbly, feeling boneless and stupid.
Tobio seems satisfied. “You're welcome. Hope you'll stop acting like a bitch now.”
That snaps Tooru out of his stupor and he pinches Tobio's leg. “Don't get too cheeky.”
Tobio ignores him. "Pass me the water bottle. I don't want my mouth to taste like your cum the whole ride home."
Tooru's entire face heats up at the comment. "You are so unbelievably shameless, you know that?” he huffs. “Water's in my bag in the back."
Tobio twists around to grab Tooru's backpack and unzips it to root for the small bottle of water. He finds it after a brief struggle and begins to move back to the front.
Tooru grabs his chin before he’s back in his seat and pulls him into a kiss. It's a dirty kiss, Tobio's lips raw and tender against him. Tooru gently nips them and slips his tongue inside, making Tobio moan softly and push closer. This time, he knows people can see them but he doesn't give a single fuck about it.
The cars start moving again after a minute and Tooru regrettably has to let him go. Tobio looks even more debauched as he settles back into his seat, uncapping the bottle with unsteady fingers and taking a long drink.
Tooru eyes him carefully, his gaze falling to the prominent bulge between Tobio's legs. A thought occurs to him and Tooru smiles.
"Hey.”
Tobio glances at him curiously.
“Do we have tissues in the glove box?" Tooru asks.
"Uhh, I think so?" Tobio replies, brows furrowing as he opens the glove box and peeks inside. “Yeah, we do.”
"Good. You're gonna need some."
Tooru is happy to find out in a few short moments that he can drive with one hand just fine.