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"What?" Rat boy says, eyebrows knitted in confusion as he turns to look at Tig.
"Come here."
Panic sets in as he feels a hand at the back of his head push him down, face-first into his superior's lap; he latches onto the other man's knee to try and push back, but the grip holds firm.
Shit-
"Are you serious?" Rat hisses.
"Shut up, think gay thoughts," Tig hushes as he puts a hand over his face and starts to moan loudly, then proceeds to start humping his face.
"Like I have a choice," Rat snaps back, accepting his fate so as not to blow their cover, "So not cool."
His protests fall on deaf ears as Tig starts to moan louder, and amping up the humping to sell his performance.
"They gone?" He eventually pipes up, trying to listen for the truck going past, but can't hear over Tig's moans. Rat was quite frankly done with Tiggy's antics for one day.
"Oh! Oh!" Tig groans out, throwing his head back for dramatics. He then raises his hand to take a peek out the car window to see if their target is actually gone. "Oh! Not yet, not yet," he lies through his teeth and proceeds to bring his other hand down to join the other on the back of Rat's head.
Rat was starting to get flustered, and he didn't like that turn of events. This needed to end now, before his brain started going down a path he wasn't ready to face.
Then something started to feel a little bit more firmer on his cheek.
"Dude, are- are you…?"
"Don't fight it, take it all."
"Are you getting hard?!" He squawks, as his own rising excitement makes itself known, starting to squirm at that realisation.
The cackle Tiggy lets out at the whole ordeal makes it so much worse.
"Jesus!" Rat gasps as he's finally released; all he can do is stare incredulously at the hysterical man. A caress, then a couple of pats on his cheek, was bruising for his ego, but it made his dick jump in excitement anyway.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from Tig as he easily switched back into work mode, starting up the car and rolling them out.
He swallows and forces his gaze away from Tig, straightens his collar, and looks out the window, eyes flicking to what streets they are going down.
He knew what he should be doing: watching the truck, taking note of where they were headed, but he was still too preoccupied by his unwanted arousal.
Trager had a few screws loose for sure, but he was blindsided by that maneuver and horrified at himself for reacting to it. They had some fucked up banter beforehand. Did that influence this? He's never thought he'd be turned on by another dude, especially one of the Club's members, for heaven's sake. He's been spending too much time with Trager; he knows the fucker has all types of sexual appetites. Had the nut rubbed off on him?
Rubbed off.
He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying not to squirm as his brain supplements a continuation of the blowjob performance. Maybe he should have given the fucker a real show and played along. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he's received blow jobs before; he's sure he could figure it out pretty quickly. How hard could it be?
He fights back a little moan as images conjure up in his mind of tackling Tig's belt and unzipping his pants-
Christ, he was horny, there ain't no way he's sitting here getting his rocks off at the thought of Tig while he was sitting right next to him.
Rat's mind goes blank as a hand slaps down on his thigh and squeezes. He whips his head round to face the perpetrator. Tig thankfully still has his eyes on the road, but the creeping smirk on the assholes face tells him he knows exactly what he's thinking about.
It pisses him off and turns him on all over again.
The hand creeps up his skinny thigh, and he swallows hard. he doesn't take his eyes off the side of Tig's face. A bead of sweat runs down his temple.
"Get a bit worked up, did you?" Trager drawls, hand still travelling agonisingly slow up his thigh.
Rat bites the inside of his cheek as his eyes flutter when the hand finally finds its prize, cupping him through his jeans. He begrudgingly wants it, but he also doesn't want to give the smug fucker the satisfaction of him asking for it.
The rock-hard confirmation in his jeans, though, wasn't helping this standoff.
Bright blue eyes flick over to him for a second, and the smirk he wears turns into a toothy, wolfish grin. "Like the idea of taking up the Crow Eater mantle, aye?"
Fuck. He didn't like what that did to him, not one bit.
He almost whines as the hand is taken back from its place in his lap; he follows it with his eyes longingly, but refuses to reach for it back. He's turning bodily towards Trager as the hand doesn't return to the wheel as it should, but to the front of his own pants and starts fiddling with the belt.
Rat's eyes darken as he intensely watches the zipper being pulled down.
"We've had the rehearsal, I think it's time for the real show, don't you?"
He starts to lean forward but stops, fighting the desire, telling himself to make the prick at least work for it a bit more, but-
That hand is cupping the back of his head again, and he caves, letting it guide him back to the lap he once occupied.
"Just-just keep your eyes on the road, damn it."
"That's it, good boy, you'll make a fine Crow Eater, darling." He can hear the feral grin that accompanied those words.
"I'll bite it off Trager, if you keep running your mouth."
The grip on his messy short locks keeps him in check.
Half the work is done for him, all he has to do his pull Tig out. He hesitates again, his inexperience outweighing his desires in the moment now.
"I will start humping your face again if you don't hurry up."
Rat lets out a breath, grits his teeth, then finally shoves his hand down the other man's pants. He's not surprised in the slightest that he's not wearing underwear, but he's a little taken aback by the metal he feels as he pulls him out of his confinements.
There, all neatly lined up in a row on the underside of his cock, 5 bars.
Acttually no, he's not surprised in the slightest that the freak has weird piercings; his knees clamp together at the thought of a needle anywhere near his own dick.
Although the thought of running his tongue over them does sound pleasing…
He gets a groan out of the man above him as he gives the thick member in his hand a quick tug. Of course, the fucker is big too; he'd never give Tig the pleasure of hearing him say that, though.
He gives it a few more proper strokes to give himself more time before he tries to get his mouth around it. That's definitely a lot more than 6 inches, Jesus Christ.
"Probably feels good in your hand Rat my boy, but I promise you it'll feel a lot better in that bratty mouth of yours."
He gives Tig a defiant glare, the best he can from his position, and a warning squeeze. An impatient tug on his hair is his final push, though, and he finally puts the tip in his mouth.
The moan that fills his ears is very satisfying as he gives it a test suck.
Okay, yeah, he could get the hang of this.
He slowly works more of it into his mouth, trying to be mindful of his teeth. His mind runs over all the little things he's liked himself in the past, being on the receiving end and tries to imitate them.
He slides one hand down further and gently fondles Tig's sack.
He gags a little when a thrust shoves it a bit too deep, but he holds it there and breathes through his nose, trying to work through the sensation.
He slowly starts working his tongue along those bars, and the hand in his hair flexes as another thrust shoves the cock deeper down his throat.
He moans.
His jaw is starting to hurt, his eyes are watering, but he moans like a whore.
"That's a boy, " Tig breathes out, finding it a little harder to concentrate on driving and following the truck at the same time now, "enjoying that are't you."
Rat may be a little less careful with his teeth after that comment, but the bastard doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.
He's really starting to get into the slide of it now, eyes closing and just enjoying the taste and feel.
He honestly can't believe himself and the way he's behaving, and for Tig Trager of all people. He doesn't think he'll be able to look any of the other members in the eye again after this, especially Jax.
The car suddenly stops, and he pulls off his oral fixation to look questioningly at the other man, still stroking with his hand, thumbing over those bars.
"Mm, keep going, Chinese went down a one-way road, dumb follow."
He hums in response, not needing the push on the back of his head as encouragement to get back to it.
He can shove a lot more in at once this time, and he's taken aback at the little spark of pride that gives him. He snakes his free hand underneath himself to try and pry his own pants open, starting to feel a little raw from the rubbing of his pants, and the pressure was building up a little painfully now.
He sucks in hard when his cock is finally free.
Trager spreads his legs as much as he can and slips down the seat a little, giving Rat a little more room to move, before he twines his fingers firmly in Rat's hair again, holding him firm, and slowly starts to fuck his mouth.
It's probably a little too much too soon, and Rat panics a little, gripping at Tig's thigh, but the constant stream of moans and the fisting of his own cock helps him relax his throat and take it.
"That's it, taking it like a fucking champ," Tig groans, short nails dig into a jean-clad thigh at the commentary, but Rat moans back in response anyway. He feels his own saliva and the salty taste of pre leak out of the corner of his mouth, the balls of the piercings making it even messier as they warp his lips as they slide in and out at a rapid pace. He continues to moan at his mouth's increasingly harsh treatment, once again surprised at how much he's actually enjoying it. The noises are filthy in his ears, the wet slurping and Tigs' grunts, his own noises continuing to get more pathetic as his balls draw up-.
Rat feels a hand slide down his back to his rear, though, and that's when he shoots up in panic, almost smacking his head into Tiggy's.
"Whoa, wait, hold on…"
Tig looks at him incredulously, "What? You'll moan like a good little whore sucking me off, but don't want the main event?"
Rat screws his nose up at that, disgusted that his dick twitches at the filthy comment, but doesn't say anything in response, honestly not knowing what to say, mind still blank from the almost orgasm.
He could figure out a blow, but that was foreign territory.
The lack of response and the myriad of emotions happening on Rat's face spur Tig to try a different approach. He digs around in his pocket, fishes out his wallet, throws it on the dash, and adjusts the car seat back.
He pats his thighs as he looks Rat in the eye and gives him a cheeky grin, "Come to Daddy."
Despite his desire addled brain, Rat still had the mind to sneer at him, but clumsily climbs over the console and does as he's told anyway.
"Good boy."
Shame starts to creep up on him as he straddles Tig's lap; he hides his face in Trager's neck at his position. Sure, he was slightly smaller than Tig, but this was still a cramped position for two grown men to be in, stuffed in the front seat of a car. He was all up close and personal, and facing him like this made it way more intimate.
Because being face down in his superior's crutch and being face facked wasn't intimate enough already.
Rat grips the older man's shoulders as he slides his pants and underwear down over his ass, and he hisses at the exposure. It's by no means cold in this car, but he still felt the weird temperature change now that his entire lower half was exposed. He feels extremely vulnerable.
Tig pries one hand off his shoulder and guides it down between them, encouraging Rat to grip both their cocks. Understanding what he's been tasked with, Rat wraps a hand as best he can around them both and starts stroking.
They both groan in unison.
It takes his mind off the unknown ahead of him, but the way Tig is kneading his ass cheeks, he's far more game now than before.
A finger starts circling his entrance, not pushing in, just teasing, and a strong building of anticipation starts to build once again.
Tig leans forward, and the steeringwheel presses into Rat's back as the man grabs around the dashboard. He sorta likes the way it digs in.
He hasn't really moved from his hiding spot in Tig's neck, but the sound of a wrapper does make him peek out a bit; he does jolt and emerge further at the shock of cold, lubed fingers playing with his hole.
"A little warning next time wouldn't kill you, would it?" He hisses.
Tig just smirks at him then quirks an eyebrow, "Oh? Next time, aye? Such an eager Crow Eater for me."
Rat just gapes at him, realising his wording and goes bright red. He sneers, then goes right back to hiding, pressing his face against Tig's neck and mumbles insults.
Tig takes that distraction to shove the first finger in.
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah, that's certainly different. The burn isn't fun.
The older man laughs at the strangled noise he lets out as he starts to finger him. Rat bites down on his neck in response.
"Leaving marks where others can see is a very bold move, trying to lay claim there, darling? Let all the other whores know I'm a taken man? Gonna be my old lady?"
"Saddling up with you is a death wish; you're only designed for a pump and dump. Besides, yet to be determined if you're any good for that either."
Tiggy lights up at the bite back, "There's that bratty mouth of yours, I say, you're much better behaved when you have a cock in you, aye, Brat? Don't worry, not much longer now, Daddy's got quiet the treat for you."
"You-"
All words leave him as the finger crooks inside him. He throws his head back and lets out a high-pitched whine he didn't know he had in him.
"Found your g spot, did I, Sweetums?" Tig hums tauntingly as he continues to aim for the same bundle of nerves over and over.
Another finger is added, and the burning sensation isn't as bad this time, even as Tig starts to scissor. They lock eyes, and Rat absentmindedly leans in for a kiss.
It's sloppy and dirty, and he's honestly surprised he didn't get smacked for it, so he continues on as he starts to rock back on those fingers.
Another is added, and he's seeing stars, thighs starting to shake. His hands abandoned their jerking task long ago and are now travelling up Tigs' shirt, playing with the trail of hair, fighting the buttons to get better access to his chest.
The other hand desperately grabs at his forgotten member and starts furiously pumping it in rhythm with the thrust of Tig's fingers.
Just as he all but rips the shirt off, the fingers in his ass are removed. His orgasm denied once more, he lets out a sorrowful whine, pulling back from their tongue dance to glare daggers at the other.
He's gonna pretend he isn't pouting. He slurs his next words, "Why y'stop?"
Tig chuckles at him as he manhandles him into a better position, "Don't worry, Princess, you're getting something much better, remember?"
A blunt, wet head kisses his entrance and none too gently pushes in- Oh.
A pair of rough hands has his hips in a bruising grip, as he's guided down on the thick cock.
The stretch was great, but sucked at the same time. Pain and pleasure fought for dominance as he took up a punishing grip on Tig's shoulders.
Then the balls of the piercings start popping in and rubbing against his velvety walls in the most divine way. It's even better when Tig bottoms out suddenly in one single thrust.
"FUCK." Is all he can let out as he finally gets his release, all across Tig's chest and stomach.
"Untouched from just being stretched open on my cock? I'm honoured."
"It's not that good, curb your ego, old man, it's the piercings, not you by any measure. You're not even that big." Rat pants, thighs still shaking, and his hole clenching around the length fully seated there, adjusting to the stretch. The burn was fierce, but he was starting to like it just as much as the stretch.
"Oh, really?" Tig grunts out through a strained laugh, head slumping forward, resting on Rat's shoulder, trying to regain some composure. A glint of mischief twinkles in his eyes as he runs his hands up from the small of Rat's back, dragging his shirt up with them and eventually tugging it off entirely, using it to wipe Rat's spend off himself, then throwing it to the passenger side.
"Dude, what the fuck? That's gonna look so bad in front of the club, what am I suposed to wear now?"
Tig just chuckles as he caresses Rat's back again, then pushes him forward, locking him to his chest.
"I think you should be more concerned about the now instead of the later, brat." Tig rasps in his ear, the warning is emphasised by a firm, hard slap to his rear. Rat jolts at the sudden sting, the rings that adorn Tig's hand giving the smack a little more oomph.
His limp dick twitches.
He's learned a lot about himself today, it seems.
Then Tig starts thrusting.
Rat writhes in overstimulation, body not ready for the pleasure onslaught, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck for stability. Pain blooms on his shoulder and neck junction as Tig copies his earlier nibble with much more gumption, soothing it with licks and kisses.
Great, another thing to explain to the others later.
He's ashamedly hard again, though, especially because of the continued sporadically thrown slaps to his now smarting ass.
He definitely won't be sitting right for a while.
"See? So much better behaved with a cock in you," Tig pants.
Rat's response gets cut off by a ringing sound.
Well, shit.
Tig halts his thrusts, then hurriedly dives a hand into his pocket to grab the phone, and flips it open.
"Hey brother, yeah, Lin's truck just pulled down a private road, local farm, too risky to follow him, man, no other way in or out."
Rat is mortified, faintly hearing Chib's on the other end of the line.
He has to bite his tongue as Tig wraps his free arm back around his middle tightly and continues to thrust.
"Where are ya?" Chib's accented drawl crackles through the receiver. Rat has enough sense to peer around outside, trying to recall what streets they went down before he was face down.
"Where are we? Ah, County 201…" Tig trails off, biting his lip at a particularly deep thrust.
"L-Lower McCall…" Rat hisses, beads of sweat running down his temples as he tries to keep his voice from wavering.
Then the phone is shoved in his face, and he gives Tig the diriest look, but he just has the wickedest grin in response as he continues his pounding onslaught.
Into the phone, he manages to get out, "Lower McCall is the closest cross-street; it's about two miles east." He leans away as fast as possible while choking back a moan.
"Did you get that?" Tig says, finally bringing the phone back away from Rat's face.
"Yeah, Stay out of sight. We're on the way."
The unmistakable sound of the line going dead is heard, and Rat turns on the other man real quick.
"YOU MORON! WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT-"
He's cut off by a bruising kiss.
"Now now, our play times almost over, we better finish up, hold on tight."
Rat scrabbles for purchase as Tig sets a brutal pace. He's once again so easily thrown into the thralls of pleasure, the piercings ribbing the slide of the cock and rubbing up against the ball of nerves within him.
It's too much and not enough at the same time.
A big, rough hand on his dick doesn't take him long to go over the edge for a second time. His walls pulse around Tig, and with a couple more stuttered thrusts, he feels a burst of hot seed flood deep within him.
They're both trembling; the only noise is their laboured panting.
"So, again, what was that about not being that great?"
Rat groans exasperatedly into Tig's neck as he clenches around the softening cock, the feeling of Tig's seed seeping out of him reminding him that condoms exist.
"Comdom…" He mumbles.
"What?"
"Why, didn't you use a comdom, you filthy fuck?"
Tig squeezes him around the middle and leans in to whisper in his ear, "Good little Crow Eaters desevre to be filled."
Tig cackles as Rat finally lashes out, yelling bloody murder.