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Maybe, he was trying to escape.
Just a little.
Breaking free seemed to be his path lately. Free from the badge, free from social norms, free from the oppression he walked himself into under the guise of family and acceptance... Or at least he thought he did. There was still such a blur in his memories. The second he got behind the wheel, with nothing but speed, the road, and his car...
He was free from everything.
Maybe he was using that to chase a high he wouldn't get unless he was taking morphine. Nothing beat the rush of chasing a perfect line behind another driver, smoothly over taking and setting a new pace. Feeling the car doing exactly as he directed it to. Practically tasting the finish line regardless of placement.
So maybe he was throwing himself into a bit of escapism to avoid the drama the city wrought. On his new friendships, his family, and the city as a whole. This wasn't so bad. Not when the alternative was questioning everything he thought he knew like he did when he'd lost his memory. And then again when he nearly died to a mountain lion.
"Can you not?" Ziggy snarked from where he was tweaking a smoking pipe deep in the engine well of his Vigero. Flop rolled a cigarette between his fingers gloved thumb tapping at the filter, still debating on lighting it. There was an adrenaline high still trumming under his skin. Their face had been fast paced race through the hills. He'd spent more than half of it chasing Ziggy's tail lights with another car dogging his place. They ended with Flop in second and Ziggy in third. Excellent fight overall. It was especially fun with nearly fifteen drivers.
"Not what?" Flop asked as he stretched out his legs. He adjusted as he leaned on the hood of his Gauntlet. Putting the cigarette away for now.
"I can't tell if you're staring at me or not with the mask on." Ziggy's own mask was lifted. His eyes were ringed with liner, sharp and pretty as always. Even more so dressed up like he was, a hot flash of desire chased the adrenaline rush through his blood.
Flop adjusted his position, legs spreading in a quiet pointed invitation. He watched Ziggy stare at him. His detective mind still in there working over the clues in Flop's body language, the meaning behind the mask still on his face. They narrowed even, as soon as Flop reached up to turn on the voice modulator in his scarf.
"I'm lookin'," Flop answered as he locked his lips. Hidden from sight Ziggy had no clue how affected he was. He watched the transformation through Ziggy's eyes. The rush of want and understanding. Fuck.
"Like what you see?" Ziggy chuckled. Flop allowed himself to oggle. From that fucking vest Tallie wouldn't shut up about. The same one everyone and their mother had on to thirst trap the city into oblivion. Flop wasn't unaffected, not in the least. No, he liked the trim way it cut Ziggy's waist, the way it stretched across his chest. A compliment to the crimson red shirt that looked one stretch away from popping buttons and seams.
Flop did his husband a service and tilted his head as he looked through his mask. Down at the thighs that were obscenely encased in suit pants. Red shoes in an echo of his blue. God he wanted to take it all off with his teeth. But not now. No...there was a game afoot here.
He was into the whole ensemble Ziggy had going on. From the copycat nod to his racing persona, to the sexy way he was half bent into his car. The look translated to the easy way he raced, adapted, TexasHold'Em was just that. Fluid, easy going, sharp with precision. Keyed up like Flop was, he decided he wanted to play a little risky. Try his odds against his husband.
"Yeah, I do."
There was a bluff happening right now between them both. As Ziggy stood up, rocking back on his heels. One hand stretched up to pull his hood closed on the repaired engine. Flop watched his tattoos peek from under red folded cuffs and licked his lips again. He was done for.
Inside he was a wanton mess, squealing at the way Ziggy turned and prowled towards him. He was Half ready to strip down and beg to be bent over this car like a needy little whore. Right now he was trying to maintain the stoic confident bluff he had going on. Just like Ziggy he was reading every twitch of muscle, each step towards him. Oh Ziggy looked dangerous like this. Deadly.
Flop did something bold, to up the ante. He put his hand on his thigh fingers to the inside, high up near where his cock hadn't abated since the start of the race they'd finished. He looked down at his hand and spread his palm on the hood and leaned back, tilting his head to the side.
"C'mere then." Flop beckoned and he about screamed when Ziggy slid between his legs and a roughened hand slid right up his knee to force his legs wider. His back arched unbidden when Ziggy tilted his head down to look into the surface of the mask. He didn't know but they were looking in each other's eyes. Flop simmered with it.
Fuck...oh god...please!
His husband smirked, devilish and carefree like he'd just drawn a winning card. Then he dropped to his knees. Flop nearly choked, his voice modulator strangling the sound from him. Damn it, he couldn't let Ziggy one up him here.So he transferred his hand from his hip to run along Ziggy's jaw. Savoring the way his beard felt under the glove.
"You look better on your knees." Flop said and the way his tone was delivered made Ziggy's eyes flutter as a deep resonating groan escaped him.
That groan fanned the flames hotter. It was like he'd taken a perfect line, carrying his momentum all the way through. They were trapped in this moment. Suspended and anticipatory. Almost like he'd gotten ready to draw a card adjusting his hand. And he found, under this mask, sat on his car like a fucking throne. He liked it. So he stacked the deck, just a little.
"Gorgeous." Flop murmurred. He reveled in the way Ziggy's eyes dilated. "Wanna put that pretty mouth to work?"
"Fuck," Ziggy whispered. Then he was tearing at Flop's belt, opening his jeans and dragging him forward just an inch to pull both pants and underwear down to free his straining cock.
He gasped and the modulated sound echoed as he fought not to buck up into the mouth that closed over him. Tongue dragging up the underside of his cock, tip pressing hard against the roof of Ziggy's mouth. His legs shook and his gloved hands tightened on his husbands head. He shook as Ziggy blew him expertly. Teasing the adrenaline into an inferno.
It shouldn't be as good as it was. Ziggy worked his fingers through the bunch of his jeans and grabbed his ass tight to anchor himself and deep throat him. Flop moaned, shamelessly wiggling to savor Ziggy's grip and bury himself deep in the heat of his throat.
Just as he thought he was set, getting the best fucking blow job of his life. Ziggy reared up, gaining his feet and hauling Flop up by his ass to drop him onto his back. Sprawled out in a heap of his jacket with his legs tangled in his jeans and boxers. "Thought you had me huh?"
"Zi-?!" Flop startled but Ziggy grabbed the crotch of his jeans, tangled around his knees, and pushed his legs right up to his chest.
"Shh, not Ziggy right now. You wanted to play, buffin' me with this mask. Teasin' while I fix the car. Naw, TexasHold'Em came to play baby." Ziggy grinned at him unrepentant. Goddamn it he was so fucking in love it was disgusting. "Now, lay there and fuckin' take it."
Fuck yes.
He about jumped out of his skin when Ziggy ducked his head and the flat of his tongue swept hot and wet over his hole. He whined and his muscles jerked. He reached around his legs but could only grasp the bunched waistband of his pants. He really could only hold on. His cock was trapped, and Ziggy was rolling his tongue, dipping and sucking just the right way to make him scream.
He fought that instinct, he couldn't let Ziggy win this easily. Not matter how fantastic he was at eating ass. "C'mon, can't fuck me with just that."
"Oh, sweetheart, you think this is it?" Ziggy chuckled against his ass. Free hand coming up slipping across his hole still wet with saliva. Sinking into him with a thumb, impossibly wide to start. He barely felt the burn of a poor lube substitute. He moaned into the dirty way Ziggy pulled him open and chased his thumb into Flop with his tongue.
Each strangled moan he gave up he was rewarded with another finger. Until he was riding nearly four and half and ready to beg. The stretch was a burn he wanted to feel into the next day. And with how Ziggy kept biting his ass, bent him in half like this, he was going to.
"C'mon, honey, you know you want in here." Flop upped the ante, placing all his proverbial chips. "Just fuck me Texas."
"Oh your a brat." Ziggys eyes were bright with an excited malice that made Flop's blood sing. Ziggy let go of his legs and pulled his fingers free. It didn't last before he was flipped unceremoniously onto his stomach on his car. He planted his hands to get some leverage when a hand landed right in the middle of his shoulders and grabbed a handful of his jacket to hold.
Just as fast Ziggys free palm flashed out and spanked him. The sharp sting forced a strangled sound from him that was a sure sign he'd shown his hand. Too eager, too excited for this. The adrenaline made him reckless. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt Ziggy spit right on his hole. Then the hot and sticky head of his rection was pushing right up onto the achingly empty edge of his rim.
But he didn't push in. Did nothing more and sit there, wet and hard. Flop felt his eyes widen, he tilted his head and saw that ziggy was pulling his mask down, he winked the second he saw Flop watching. Oh shit, that was hot. How was he supposed to fucking cope looking at that?!
He shifted, trapped knees giving him no leverage, Ziggy's hand still holding him down. Burning hot cock still resting wet between them. "Well?" Ziggy's voice deppened, mask tilting. "You gonna beg for it baby?"
Goddammit...
Goddamnit!
That was a winning play. Outbid, out buffed.
He broke out into gooseflesh. He looked ahead at the opaque windshield of his car, the glowing edge of Ziggy's mask watching him. Bent over just like he'd wanted, or just as Ziggy wanted. Who played who?
"Please...Gah, I need it, fuck please Texas!" Flop begged, he had to fold there was no other play than that.
"OH, Blackjack," Ziggy drew back and thrust into him in one long, hard shove that bottomed out and set him smack dab on Flop's prostate. He choked on air, the modulated sound grating and garbled that got a laugh out of Ziggy. Electric raced through him, the arousal turning inward. "Thats right baby, you can take this can't you? All fuckin' day if I wanted."
"Yes!" Flop whined, he couldn't find purchase on his hood, left bent over like he was. Ziggy pulled back to snap his hips forward again. No give, all force, just what he needed. The pleasure was mixing with the adrenaline still webbing. It only seemed to flare hotter. "More!"
"More?! You greedy bitch you just can't get enough." Ziggy practically purred as he wrapped fingers right around his hip to use as further leverage. Picking up a punishing pace as he thrust in and out of Flpp. It was so much, unrelenting even. He couldn't move, he could only stay still, letting his partner fuck him into ecstasy. It was perfect. He'd lose everytime if it meant Ziggy played him this well.
"Fuckin' perfect, God you're so-..." Ziggy growled. He kept his pace, brutal and fast. "Fuckin mine."
"Fu-yours! I'm yours!" Flop choked on air, his voice wrecked by the overwhelming sensation of being fucked to within an inch of his life. It was a different kind of high, punctuated and taken higher when Ziggy spanked him again.
"OH Fffuuh-!" He came suddenly, like a hook had sank into his guts and pulled the orgasm right out of him. He spilled all along the grill of his car and God damn if that didn't send him soaring in the sea of endorphins released right along with his orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, did you cum for me baby?!" Ziggy was thrusting faster, chasing his own pleasure. Flop held on, swimming in the overstimmulstion. "So fuckin hot, goddamn."
The thickening of his accent might have roused Flop for a second run, but then Ziggy's thrust stuttered. And he pulled them tight together as he pumped his hips and gives trug his climax. It was satisfying, knowing he'd gotten them here just be being a shit.
He reached up and pushed his mask up onto his head. He tilted his head to glance back, ziggy let him go to push his own mask up. He looked exhausted, but the stupid grin that broke out was perfect. Faintly he could hear a chime from within his car, and another just a second later from Ziggy's.
"Oh shit, night race." Ziggy snorted. "Wanna go?"
"Fuck yes."