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Joonas stumbles, catching his heel as he steps into the chilly evening. He swears, grabbing at the door which swings out so he almost ends up on his knees. He has to admit that perhaps the beers (and shots) are starting to blur him around the edges.
Luckily he spots Joel’s lanky form, hunched on the low wall that surrounds the car park. The space looks creepy — liminal — empty of cars since it’s nearly 3 am. The wet, black tarmac looks like a deep pool. Joonas doesn’t mention it as he flops to sit next to Joel. Joel gets morbid enough around his birthday and this is a big one.
‘Hey, happy birthday, man,’ he says, clinking his plastic bottle against Joel’s plastic cup as he dumps an arm around his shoulder. The effect is not as satisfying as glass but the person behind the bar had taken one look at their group and gone straight over to plastic.
‘Happy birthday,’ Joel says, back with a snort. Joonas grins, glad this joke can still get a laugh out of him despite its vintage.
‘Can I bum one?’ Joonas asks as Joel takes a drag, ‘—I’m all out.’
‘This is my last one,’ Joel says and Joonas whines in that way that always makes Joel do whatever he wants. Joel groans but allows him to take the next drag from the one in his hand.
‘I didn’t think I’d know you at this age,’ Joel says, gravely after a minute. Joonas rolls his eyes but hugs Joel into him more. The evening really is chilly.
‘You didn’t think you’d know anyone,’ he says, letting Joel put the cigarette to his lips again.
‘Shut it,’ Joel grunts, ‘I didn’t mean like that-’
‘Then stop being morbid,’ Joonas says, taking the cigarette off him. Joel huffs but lets Joonas give him a drag in turn. Joonas can feel Joel relaxing against his side, as lets his thumb brush Joel’s lower lip. After all these years Joonas could read him like a book.
‘I guess it doesn’t matter if we share spit since we’re brothers,’ he says grinning as he gives Joel the cigarette again. Joel snorts.
‘Not just brothers,’ Joel says and Joonas raises his eyebrows at him. ‘Twins,’ Joel adds and Joonas chuckles.
‘If we’re twins you should be able to read my mind, man,’ Joonas says, leaning to thunk his forehead against Joel’s perhaps a little harder than he would have if they were both completely sober. Joonas laughs as Joel grabs his head with both hands spread like he’s about to perform a mind-meld.
‘I’m getting something,’ he says and Joonas chuckles, ‘definitely getting something…’ Joonas lets his lips brush Joel’s and Joel makes a soft noise so Joonas kisses him properly. Joel shifts closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
‘I’ve thought of something you can get me,’ Joel murmurs when their lips part. He’s got both his hands sunk in Joonas’ curly hair and Joonas thinks he might actually be able to read Joel’s mind right that second.
‘Where?’ Joonas says, curious how much thought Joel has put into this. Joel lets go of him to fumble in his pocket.
‘Johnny gave me his keys,’ he says, expression as close to mischievous as Joonas has ever seen it as the key jangle.
‘We can’t make a mess in his fucking car,’ Joonas says as Joel stands, holding out his hand for Joonas’ like they’re on a date.
‘We won’t make a mess,’ Joel says with a shrug.
‘Speak for yourself, babe,’ Joonas says, giving Joel's ass a firm squeeze making him yelp and swat him off. Joel grabs both his wrists to stop him grabbing him again as he leads the way to an empty street where the parking is free so obviously it’s crammed.
When they get to the car Joonas tugs his hands free and backs Joel up against it, palms on either side of his hips as he kisses his mouth. Joel’s got both hands on his chest, kissing as he bunches his t-shirt up.
‘C’mon, get in,’ Joonas pulls back enough to mutter. Joel nods and Joonas moves back to let him unlock the car and crawl into the back seat. Joonas gets in after him, barely able to pull the door closed before Joel is in his lap. His long limbs are all folded up in the tight space and Johnny’s car smells so strongly of cigarettes it’s almost eye-watering. Still, Joel's mouth is hot and insistent on Joonas’ neck as his equally hot hand squirms into his jeans.
‘What do you want, hm?’ Joonas asks as he nips Joel’s jaw, liking the feeling of his rough stumble on his lips. He can feel Joel the heat from Joel’s hand through his underwear.
‘Do you have a condom?’ Joel asks his other hand tight on Joonas’ shoulder.
‘Uh, yeah I think so,’ Joonas says. His dick is suddenly painful in his jeans at the implication.
‘Then I want that,’ Joel says, hands moving to Joonas’ hair, ‘is that cool?’
‘Well sure, it’s our birthday,’ Joonas says, trying not to actually swallow his tongue. It was quite something for Joel to ask for his dick just like that and it’s never failed to drive him wild. Joel snorts softly and starts kissing him again. He’s rubbing his now very obviously hard cock against Joonas’ stomach. Joonas kisses him back wondering how they’re going to do this.
‘Lie on your stomach,’ Joonas says, nudging him back. Joel knees up off him and they have to wriggle a little to get into position — Joel on his belly across the backseat and Joonas hovering over him awkwardly on all fours as he digs the condom out of his wallet.
Joonas finds it, reaching under Joel to get his jeans open and pull the rest of his clothes out of the way. Joonas’ fingertips brush Joel’s cock and he’s surprised by the heat of it. Joel lets out a muffled moan and Joonas hums, giving his cock a couple of dry pumps.
‘You still want to?’ Joonas asks. Joel nods so Joonas spits on his hand. Joel shudders hard when Joonas rubs his gluey saliva between his cheeks. He spits on his hand again, stroking over Joel’s hole before pressing inside. Joel grunts, hips tipping up.
‘Easy,’ Joonas mutters, putting a hand on the small of his back to keep him down. Joel groans, shifting under Joonas’ hand. Joonas chuckles at him, rubbing his back as he works him open. Joel won’t settle — still shifting and pressing back on Joonas’ fingers. Joel’s moaning and squirming, along with the feeling and his hot, clutching insides, has Joonas’ cock throbbing already.
‘Okay?’ Joonas asks and Joel makes a positive grunting noise so Joonas takes that as a yes and rips open the condom. His cock is hot in his hand as he rolls it on, spitting on his hand. He puts a hand on Joel’s hip as he thumbs his cock into his hole.
Joonas bites the inside of his cheek because Jesus fuck it has been a while — long enough to forget how fucking hot and clutching the inside of Joel’s body was. Joel groans, hands flexing in the fabric of the seat. It’s a little dry, Joonas can tell, his spit and the lube on the condom barely enough. But he goes slow, letting Joel get used to the stretch.
Joel's gone quiet and Joonas is nervous he’s hurting him but then Joel starts pressing back again, grunting at Joonas to fucking move. Joonas chuckles in relief. He pulls back and thrusts back making Joel groan, pushing his hips up.
‘Shit,’ Joonas grits out, hands on Joel’s hips. His palms are sweating on Joel’s skin already. Joonas is hot in the cramped space of the backseat. He hadn’t even shrugged off his jacket, only pulling his clothes out of the way enough to get his cock out. Joel shudders and Joonas can feel him wriggling, lifting his hips up to get a hand on his cock. Joonas keeps hold of his hips, thrusting into him hard as Joel jerks himself.
That’s why Joonas usually prefers Joel on his back, where he can see him flush and stroke himself to orgasm. But Joonas has to be content with bending to kiss the back of his neck between his long hair. Joel whines at the change in angle as Joonas rocks his hips. Joel turns his head to the side, cheek pressing to the seat.
‘I love you,’ he gasps out, eyelashes flickering as Joonas thrusts into him.
‘Shut up,’ Joonas mutters, leaning down enough so his blond curls brush Joel’s cheek. He can feel his pulse flicker as a tingling heat spreads under his skin.
‘I do,’ Joel says, reaching to fumble for Joonas’ free hand to hold in his. ‘I love you.’ Joonas huffs, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
‘I love you too, man,’ Joonas says, pressing his face into Joel’s neck. He can feel his thighs twitching with the effort now but he seems to have spoken the magic words because Joel suddenly tenses up under him as his body clenches tight around Joonas’ cock. Joonas hums, giving little shallow thrusts to ease him through the orgasm. Joel grunts, hand still tight on Joonas’ wrist.
Joonas kisses the back of his head, starting to thrust harder again. Joonas is so wound up from Joel’s squirming it takes barely half a dozen thrusts for the orgasm to overwhelm him. Dragging him down and spinning him out until he’s not sure where he ends and Joel begins.
He’s laying completely on Joel when he surfaces. Joel is still and quiet, breathing even and content. Joonas shifts, sitting back and carefully pulling out of him. He opens the door and leaves it open as he gets out, letting the cool air flood into the humid space. He removes the condom and walks awkwardly over to the bin on the other side of the street to trash it.
Joel’s standing beside the car when he gets back. Joonas smiles at him, cupping his face with both hands and giving him a long savouring kiss.
‘You love me, huh?’ he says as he pulls back and Joel huffs.
‘You know what I mean,’ Joel mutters and Joonas does.
‘Johnny’s going to throw a fucking fit that you let me fuck you in his car,’ Joonas says, moving around Joel to open the passenger side door.
‘How's he going to know?’ Joel says, folding his arms.
‘He might get suspicious when he notices his cigarettes are gone,’ Joonas says, popping the glove box and extracting Johnny’s half-empty “emergency” pack.
‘Joonas, don’t!’ Joel says as Joonas emerges, closing the glove box and car door in two snaps. Joonas ignores him putting one cigarette in Joel’s mouth and one cigarette in his own. He’ll replace Johnny’s pack before he notices but Joel doesn’t need to know that.
‘I’m going to tell him it was your idea,’ Joel says, taking a grumpy drag when Joonas lights his cigarette. Joonas laughs.