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Moving Challenge: Moving Violation by Stars
Title: Moving Violation
Author: Stars ( simplystars )
Prompt: moving
Author's Notes: 600ish words, NC-17, AU gapfiller of a sort for 2.13. This is only part of what I had planned to be a much more substantial fic, but the beginning of the school year is crazier than usual and RL has spanked me around in ways that are neither positive nor life-affirming. :-/ It can stand alone as-is, but I won't be happy with it until the rest is finished.

Oh, and, umm. Apologies to Dr. Seuss. *hides*




Moving Violation
by Stars




Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor soon learns, will fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime. He's like the Sam-I-Am of fucking – he'll fuck Justin in a house, in a box, in the dark; on a boat, on a train, in the rain. Given sufficient drugs reason, and his own delusions of grandeur under the influence, he'd probably even fuck Justin up in a tree.

(Justin refuses to consider the goat. Some kinks are too hard-core, even for Brian.)

But "in the car" is a no-brainer.

Justin goes down on Brian when they're stopped at a red light. He clasps Brian lightly in his hand, coaxing him to hardness with a few strategically-placed licks and a long, lingering suck. For his next trick, Justin mimics the hum of the Jeep's engine, vibrating lips and tongue around Brian's dick in his mouth. He hears the creak of leather gloves as Brian's fingers clutch the steering wheel tighter.

"Fuck," Brian mutters, shifting one hand to rest on Justin's back. Justin draws in a breath through his nose and swallows, diving deep.

"Fuck," Brian says again, his whole body stiffening as he comes.

Justin sits up, pulling off with one last drag of tongue and a pop of wet lips over the rosy tip of Brian's cock. He huffs out a laugh, flushed and smug, at the look of appalled fascination on the face of the middle-aged Joe Hetero driver in the SUV beside them – shock that quickly turns to a smirk that rivals Brian's.

There is a tap at the window.

Justin turns his head and sees himself reflected in the mirrored sunglasses of Pittsburgh's finest. Oh, shit.

As traffic diverts around them, Justin's heart pounds frantically in his chest. What if they're arrested? What if his mother finds out he's been arrested for blowing Brian in public? Because his mother will find out – even if Brian posts bail for them both, he'd never pass up the opportunity to regale Michael and Emmett and Ted with all the amusing porny details, and so Debbie would find out because she hears everything and Michael's a big blabbermouth, anyway, so even if she didn't hear she'd still end up knowing, and from there it would be straight from Deb's mouth to his mother's ears.

Oh god. What if Brian won't post bail for them both? What if Justin has to call his mother from jail?

But today is Justin's lucky day, or at least a day which will end without charges of public indecency or lewd and lascivious behavior - because Brian's not worried at all. Brian's wearing an odd little smile (Justin thought he knew them all by now, but this one's new, and he feels a little pang in his gut because of it) and his voice, when he speaks, is all low growl and heat.

"Why hello, Officer," Brian drawls. "What an unexpected pleasure to bump into you. Again."

Brian's tone suggests the slide of sweaty skin-against-skin, the writhe and tangle of bared limbs, guttural groans and moans of bodies straining in rhythm. Pure sex, not classic Kinney anti-authority belligerence, or provocative innuendo, or bored indifference.

An answering filthy grin slowly spreads across the cop's face, and Justin's heart skips a beat (but he's not panicking now, oh no) when a heavy, polished black nightstick comes to rest against the edge of the rolled-down window. Justin's ass clenches in fascinated not-quite-fear, and he knows, he just knows -

They'll get off with a warning. Oh, will they ever get off.