Getting the Head Screwed On
Rated ADULT
Dom/Brian (The Fast and the Furious)
"So." Brian swallowed heavily, and Dom kept tightening the bolts on the strut tower brace as he watched out of the corner of his eye. He never could keep up with the turns Brian's thoughts sometimes took, so it was usually easier to let him cough out whatever he was trying to cough out and then reel him back in once Dom had figured out his weirdness. Brian blurted the next bit. "You wanna fuck?" He had a tight, careful smile on his face, but Dom couldn't help but feel like Brian was up to some insanity… again.
"I'm a man," Dom answered as he grabbed a red rag and wiped his hands and the wrench he'd been using. "I always want to fuck," he shrugged as he pulled on the crotch of his jeans. And he did. Brian was looking incredibly fuckable as he stood there equal parts confrontation and nerves. Letty had been fun as hell, and Dom loved that edge of challenge and she'd been a challenging girl, but he'd found what he loved even more was the way Brian would slip from confrontation to submission under Dom's hands.
"It's like working in a fucking berreadero," Jose muttered as he slid out from under the car and tossed his wench in the toolbox.
"Ain't nobody getting paid for sex or using sex to do any paying, so shut your mouth," Dom snapped. The last thing he needed was Brian getting that crazy idea in his head again. Dom didn't pay for sex, and he sure as hell didn't expect his friends to spread their legs to pay for room and board.
"Crazy chingados," Jose muttered as he headed for the house, wiping his hands on his jeans as he let the door bang shut behind him.
"I didn't mean… I forgot he was under there," Brian rushed to say.
"So? I think he knows I'm fucking you, and I pretty sure he knows you're a willing participant." Dom dropped the rag onto the ground as he came forward, pinning Brian against the workbench, his groin pushed into Brian's as he reached forward and grabbed the back of Brian's neck. There was that moment of resistance, and then Brian relaxed, his back arching as he leaned back into the workbench, and his mouth opening to Dom.
Dom didn't ask permission. Let Brian talk or think too much, and the man had a habit of making wildly illogical jumps… like assuming that Dom would ever abandon him in some shithole to suffer the cops' wrath by himself. Dom didn't leave his people behind like that. But no matter how much Dom said those very words, the only time Brian ever relaxed and stopped watching with that guarded expression was when Dom showed him.
Reaching between them, Dom grabbed Brian's crotch hard enough to make the man raise up onto his toes, and Brian grunted into Dom's mouth, his hands grabbing at Dom's shoulders for balance. Dom just pressed in harder, pinning Brian in place and kissing him until Brian could only cling.
Dom pulled back, studying Brian's face as he still held Brian's dick in his hand. He tightened his hold just a little, and Brian's blue eyes sprang open as he gasped. "You had a question a second ago?" Dom asked calmly.
"I… uh…" Brian stuttered to a halt, hissing when Dom lifted just a little. One of Brian's feet shifted, stranding on the top of Dom's boot to give him a couple of centimeter's of height, just enough to take some of the pressure off. Dom smiled as Brian's hands tightened on Dom's shoulders without him making one complaint.
"What was your question?" Dom asked calmly even if his own cock was ready to rip through his jeans.
For a long second, Brian remained silent, and Dom just stared at him, waiting. "You wanna fuck?" Brian asked again, this time with a lot less challenge and a lot more uncertainty.
"I always want to fuck you, Brian. I love the way you can't catch your breath when I'm fucking you," Dom admitted as he finally let go of Brian's crotch and pulled the man away from the workbench with one hand around Brian's wrists, and the other around his back. "I love the way you feel under me, your warm body against the cool metal of some gutted car or you up on the hood of some racer still running hot."
Dom dropped Brian on the rear end of the Dodge Charger they'd been working on just minutes before and stepped between his legs, resting his hands on Brian's hips to keep him in place. For a half-second, he considered asking Brian what craziness had crawled in his head because Brian did not ever talk dirty and Brian did not ever start the sex. Oh, Brian had never turned Dom down… not once, but he sure as hell hadn't ever tried to start anything up. That half-second passed when Dom saw Brian's half-closed eyes and the way his lips were barely parted so Dom could just see inside. Fuck talking. He had better things to do.
Dom unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting his cock fall free, and Brian watched, his fingers splayed against the black metal of the trunk as he just waited. Without even trying to be particularly gentle, Dom pulled Brian's jeans open and then yanked the jeans and underwear down to Brian's thighs.
Panting a little harder now, Brian curled his hands into fists and allowed Dom to pull him off the car and turn him.
"Nice ass," Dom offered with a slap to that white skin before he quickly shoved a finger deep into Brian. Brian was breathing in loud rasps now as Dom did a quick check to make sure he wasn't too tight or too dry. Oh, the boy did have it bad because he was already slicked up good. Dom vaguely wondered when Brian had done that. Didn't really matter. Satisfied with what he found, Dom pulled his finger out of that tight heat and fisted his own cock, grunting with the pleasure and the pain of holding off his own orgasm.
"Fuck, Dom, you're killing me," Brian complained weakly, his breath now shallow and quick.
Without answering, he just drove in. He slammed into Brian so hard that flesh slapped against flesh and Brian slid up the hood of the car, his hands dragging across the metal as he tried to brace himself. And this was where Brian came alive. When Dom pulled back, Brian followed him, thrusting back so hard that Dom had to grab the man's shirt to keep his balance and then Dom slammed him forward again, their coupling creating a need so sharp, so intense that it was almost a pain. Brian was humming with his hands braced wide on the trunk as he arched his back, his back muscles coiling as he fought with Dom, against Dom. Their bodies slapped against each other.
Dom let go of Brian's shirt with one hand and caught Brian by the back of the neck, pinning him to the car, and Brian went still like a kitten grabbed by its mother, his legs opening as if by instinct as Dom took control of their coupling, thrusting into Brian harder and harder until the man was gasping—his mouth open and struggling for air. When Brian came, he stopped breathing altogether, his whole body tightening as Dom continued to thrust in over and over.
Dom's orgasm hit him so fast that he was almost caught off guard. He let his weight fall on Brian's back as he gave a few last short thrusts and rode out the wave of pleasure. Brian's curls smelled of lime and shampoo and shop grease as Dom lay there on top of his lover, covering the man with his own body as his cock slowly softened and slipped out of Brian one centimeter at a time. Sweat trickled down the inside of Dom's thighs and down his back, and he lay in the lazy heat of his garage and let the world slowly drift back into focus.
Under him, Brian was quiet, his breathing slow and regular as he lay with his cheek to the trunk and his eyes closed.
"I would say that yes, I did want to fuck," Dom said quietly.
"I caught that," Brian agreed with just a touch of sarcasm. Post-sex, Brian never could get his sarcasm to have any sort of edge to it.
Dom slipped free, his cock uncomfortably cool, even in the heat of the Mexican afternoon, and Dom sighed indecisively. Zipping up would mean a more comfortable cock, but he'd have to give up his very comfortable position on top of Brian. Not worth it. Instead Dom traced the back of Brian's arm, down to his wrist, before pinning the wrist to the car just for the pleasure of holding Brian down. Brian certainly didn't argue.
Eventually though, Dom could feel that nagging worry chew at the edges of some of his post-sex bliss. If Brian had some weirdness going on, Dom really did need to know before the kid did some runner and Dom had to go save him from himself again.
"Right then, what's up with you asking for a nooner in the middle of the shop?" Dom asked without moving off of Brian's back.
For a second, Brian remained silent, and he could tell that Brian was struggling with an urge to fight and an urge to yield. Dom didn't say anything since he pretty much knew which would win. Finally, Brian sighed.
"I guess I just wanted to know if I could."
"Could what? Talk dirty in front of Jose?"
The blush that spread across Brian's face amused Dom no end. Kid sucked as a poker player. It really was amazing he'd been as good as he was doing undercover work.
"I wanted to know I could ask," Brian said softly, and Dom pushed up, tucking his cock away as he studied Brian.
"Ask for sex?" Dom watched at the blush deepened. Brian shrugged and started tucking himself away. "You didn't think you could ask for sex?" Dom pressed. Brian hesitated, his fingers on his button without fastening it.
Shrugging again, Brian looked away at the shaded corners of the shop as he finished dressing.
"Fuck. Just spit it out, Brian. If I have to chase you down because you've got some shit going on in your head, I’m chaining you to the bed."
Brian turned so red that Dom was fairly sure the man was on the verge of passing out or something because he could not have enough blood left for all the internal organs.
"I'm not running," Brian quickly said. "That hasn't worked out well in the past."
"Worked out great if your goal was to end up in jail," Dom pointed out. If Brian had gotten to the border, Dom had no doubt that the border patrol would have picked him up on a material witness warrant if not an arrest warrant. Cops had to know that Dom had come back for him.
"I'd like to avoid jail."
"Like you're avoiding the question?"
Brian didn't answer right away; he just glared at Dom. Yeah, Dom liked the challenge and the submission. He raised one eyebrow, crossed his arms, and silently dared Brian to cross him on this one. Brian folded in less than a minute.
"I wanted to know if I could ask for sex or if I did, if you'd go denying our relationship."
Dom glanced at the milky white dribbles against the black car. "I don't think we can deny that we're in a relationship, and I really don't think we can deny that we're having sex."
Brian studied him with a doubtful expression for so long that the pieces slid into place in Dom's mind. Brian's first lover—every fucking hang-up Brian had came from that man. If Dom ever found Rome, he was beating the asshole's face into hamburger. Stepping forward, Dom caught Brian by the back of the neck and pulled him close. "Listen to me, you idiot. I like taking control but that doesn't ever mean that you can't ask me for what you need. In fact, consider this an order: If you need something, you tell me."
"It's not like I needed…"
Dom shut him up by kissing Brian so hard that the man was again left struggling for breath, his eyes closed and his lips swollen by the time Dom pulled back.
"Fine, you moron. Tell me what you want. I like having the control here, and I won't deny that, but part of the enjoyment is seeing you get what you want. If you don't tell me what you want, I don't to see that look on your face you get when something goes your way. What you want is always important to me. So, have you gotten this twisted shit out of your brain or is this going to be like when you thought I would kick your ass and we had that same fucking conversation five or six times?"
"No, we're clear," Brian hurried to say, and from the honest smile on his face, Dom figured they had avoided the crisis.
"Good because you drove Jose off, so you need to get your ass under that car and find me an oil leak," Dom pointed out as he let go of Brian and gave his ass a slap. Brian didn’t answer, but he gave Dom such a look of lust that Dom seriously considered just how fast he might be able to recover for round two. Damn but he did like having kid around.
"Oil leak, I'm on it," Brian agreed as he got down on the mechanic's creeper and slid under the car. Damn, Dom really didn't half mind the fugitive's life.