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it was just past 8:00 pm, and the sky had faded into a deep twilight purple.
andre pulled his beat-up sedan into cal’s driveway, the engine idling with a low, rumbling hum. they’d just spent the evening out, and andre was about to unbuckle his seatbelt and say his goodbyes when cal suddenly reached across the console, his hand firmly gripping andre’s forearm.
andre blinked, totally confused. “huh? what’s up?”
cal didn’t say a word. instead, he flashed this cocky smirk that andre knew all too well.
before andre could even process it, cal slid off his seat and dropped straight down into the cramped footwell, his hands going right for the zipper of andre’s jeans.
andre’s eyes went wide. “dude, what the hell are you doing?” he hissed, glancing nervously through the windshield at the front porch light of cal's house, which was glowing bright yellow just thirty feet away.
“this is a bad idea, man. if your mom looks out the window—“
cal just looked up, his blue eyes dark and full of mischief, and gave a sharp tug on the zipper.
“then she’ll get a show,” cal muttered, his voice dropping as he freed andre’s dick from his boxers, already rock-hard from the sheer audacity of it.
andre let out a sharp, strangled breath as cal wrapped his fingers around the base and leaned in, closing his lips over the head without a single second of hesitation.
any argument andre had completely vanished from his brain. cal’s mouth felt way too good, warm and wet and wrapping tight around him as he started sliding up and down. andre’s head hit the headrest with a soft thud, his fingers instinctively digging into the fabric of the car seat to keep from making a sound.
the risk was absolutely insane, and they both knew it. cal was literally sucking him off right in front of his own house, in plain view of the suburban street, with the constant threat of cal’s parents or siblings walking out the front door at any given second. but that was exactly why cal was doing it. he thrived on the adrenaline, his eyes locked onto andre’s face, looking completely smug as he took more and more of andre’s length into his throat, making soft choking noises.
looking down at cal’s head bobbing between his knees, andre felt a massive rush of heat tighten in his chest. he hated the risk, but kinda liked it too. the thrill of the potential disaster was making him twice as hard as usual.
“fuck, cal,” andre growled under his breath, his hips involuntarily twitching upward as cal used his tongue to swirl around the sensitive tip before sucking down deep again.
andre reached down, his fingers tangling in cal’s messy golden hair, half-guiding the pace and half-bracing himself as his climax started rushing up on him. he kept one eye on the front door of the house, his heart hammering against his ribs in a wild mix of pure terror and intense pleasure.
cal picked up the pace, his hand pumping the base in sync with his mouth. andre’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with his free hand.
“cal, wait—i’m gonna—“
cal didn't back off. he just gripped andre’s hips tighter, using his thumb to press hard against the bottom of andre's shaft as he took the final, heavy thrust right down his throat.
andre shuddered, his whole body going rigid as he came hard, filling cal’s mouth in thick, hot bursts. cal stayed right there, taking every drop, swallowing heavily before finally sliding off and wiping his chin with the back of his hand, that same insufferable, satisfied smirk plastered right back on his face.
andre collapsed back against the seat, panting as if he’d just run a marathon, quickly tucking himself away and zipping up his jeans with shaking fingers.
“you fucking psycho,” andre wheezed, staring at cal as cal scrambled back up into the passenger seat, looking completely unbothered.
“didn't heard you complain,” cal teased, popping open the passenger door and stepping out into the cool night air. “see ya’ tomorrow, dre.”