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Despite Tony’s forehead hitting the window every second and constant loud singing from the front seats, he’s been able to sleep soundly in the very back with no force of consciousness. He actually moved to the farthest seat just to avoid the continuous distraction he got from the other lads. Now, it wasn’t a miracle he slept, and he finally felt like he was getting the rest he deserved.
His arms were crossed as he laid slumped to the corner, his head vibrated slightly against the paneling, shaking from the van in motion. He wished to stay like this, and he expected so until he felt a pressure be added to his thigh. He almost ignored it, but it crept up higher until he eventually lifted his head awake.
Through the darkness, his eyes struggled to focus on any detail in close distance, and he didn’t realize what was happening until he saw the silhouette of someone’s messy hair come into view,
“Allan, what on earth are you doing?” His voice was kept in a sharp whisper, squinting at anything he could make out.
He didn’t get any verbal response, except the pressure travelling higher.
“Allan…” Tony repeated, unfolding his arms to place his hand on top of Allan’s, somewhat pushing him away.
“No one is paying attention.” Allan finally spoke, holding the same whisper as the man he touched.
Tony shifted in his seat, moving himself to sit straight, “No.”
Allan brought his finger to Tony’s belt loop, tugging at it, “C’mon.”
Tony couldn’t make any of this shape into anything coherent. He was just asleep, he could tell by how dry the inside of his mouth was, he knew he was awake and this wasn’t just some dream.
He raised his hand, disconnecting it from the other’s, mildly granting some permission. He didn’t even know what Allan wished to do, maybe he just wanted a bit of affection, but this certainly wasn't the way to signal it. Then, Tony held back a gasp as Allan placed his palm to the middle of his crotch. He glanced over to Eric, who sat in the middle with his back facing the two, then to his mates in the front, both focused on the road. Tony’s hand returned to Allan’s, moving along in the same motion as he was going.
He shut his eyes and allowed his hips to lean into the touch, biting his lip as they did so, he underwent the acceptance that he grew hard beneath Allan’s action,
“Thatta boy.” Allan whispered, obviously displaying a cheeky smile that Tony could not see.
Tony still worried of being caught. He didn’t want to face the embarrassment he’d endure if the others caught him being touched like this by Allan, of all people. He would rather any day for it to be a pretty lady, cause’ at least then he’d be praised for such a thing. Now though, he wouldn’t be praised. He’d be the opposite of praised. Shameful enough, the thought excited him.
His breathing sped up as they got quicker. Sounds caught in his throat, threatening to release at any moment as Allan worked at him, he was getting close already.
“Keep quiet, Tony.” Allan backed away, murmuring words to the needy, “D’you think you can?” Allan chuckled, unbuttoning the band of Tony’s trousers.
Tony remained silent, nodding quickly as he raised his front forward for Allan to have an easier, and quicker, attempt.
Once his pants no longer bounded to him, he quickly pulled down the front of his underwear to release his untouched member to spring from its restraints.
“Shhh, Tony.” Allan reminded and Tony felt the urge to hit him or spit out lines of curses directed towards the man, but all he did was release a breathy, quiet moan.
Allan slid off his seat to the carpeted floor of the van, wobbling on his knees to fit himself perfectly between the legs of Tony, “Shhh.”
Tony was about to tell him to get on with it but he was interrupted by the warm wetness he felt his erection submerge into. He covered his mouth with his palm, eyes immediately being pulled to the ceiling of the vehicle. He couldn’t believe they were doing this here.
As Allan’s tongue smoothed against his length, he stole quick glances to the others in the van. He had to make sure he wasn’t showing any suspicion, his face had to blank everything he was experiencing, but he also treated himself to the thought of being watched.
When he did take time to think of their exact position, and scenarios that might or might not happen, he involuntarily bucked deeper into Allan’s mouth, earning a gag from the man below him. Shit.
Eric almost turned his head, but his attention was grabbed by Graham announcing something Tony couldn’t understand.
“Sorry.” Tony whimpered quietly, leaning forward so Allan could hear, he responded with a quick thumbs up.
He pushed his fingers through Allan’s hair, tangling them amidst his locks, the both stayed in the same fluent flow until Tony noticed they were pulling off onto an exit, meaning that they could be stopping at any moment, he started to push Allan faster, inducing the chance of Tony not being able to hide his sounds of pleasure. He used his other hand to stick his fingers in his mouth, biting down to hide any urge he had to exclaim. He knew they were getting close to a building once he saw advertisement signs,
“Allan, you…” He sighed with a moan caught between, “...faster…” He urged breathless enough to where he wasn’t sure if even Allan could hear. He was worried that now everyone could hear his heartbeat. It was the only thing he could hear, it wasn’t the only thing he could feel. He moved closer, dangerously closer, his orgasm was approaching with every passing second, and with a pleasureful hum, he shot spurts of cum seemingly straight down his giver’s throat.
Allan licked up the excess that fell to the side, letting Tony’s dick limp back into place,
“Good, Tony. Good, good.” He moved himself back to the seat next to him, watching as they turned into the first gas station, he leaned into Tony, “Ya gonna help me out in here?”
Tony released a groan as he tidied himself, “You’re terrible.”