The assistant clearing away the day’s newspapers by the supermarket door stared as the two young men stumbled past her, spilling out through the brightly-lit exit into the darkening night time. They seemed a little agitated, like they were almost tripping over their own feet to leave quickly. They were laughing; their eyes were fixed on each other; they were heavily flushed, breathing as harshly as if they’d been running.

She looked at them, curiously. They were really good looking, too. She didn’t know why she never met guys like that when she went shopping by herself. As she stared, the blond one paused and placed a hand on the other one’s arm. The dark-haired one lifted a hand in reply and touched at the blond’s hip. For a second, the amusement in their expressions was replaced with something much darker and more desperate. She thought she could hear one or other of them panting gently.

There was often an unusual clientele at this time of night, of course. She wanted to clear her throat but was surprisingly scared of drawing attention to herself. They didn’t look like shoplifters, though, so she didn’t call for Security.

Instead, she watched them recover themselves and turn again to leave. The dark one guided the other one out with a hand on his ass.

That figures, she thought ruefully.

She felt rather flushed, herself.

“Could you have found a parking place further away from the store?” grumbled Will.

Mitch hauled open the door of his car, and pushed the dark-haired man inside, on to the back seat. “Quit complaining!” he growled. “No cameras here, CCTV… Security… whatever.”

Will laughed, hoarsely. “Devious bastard.”

“Just lucky, I guess.” Mitch laughed, but breathlessly.

Will let himself fall backwards on the seat, firstly on his ass, then flat on to his back. He grabbed out as he went, pulling Mitch after him so that Mitch tumbled forward on to his chest. The car door creaked shut against their heels. The interior light clicked off, and the semi-darkness of the evening settled around them. Their mouths came together fiercely, tongues thrusting, lips sucking. The car rocked in complaint.

Will grunted. “Long time since I did anything in a car.”

Mitch laughed, raggedly. “You’re spoiled, Anders. Had it too easy.”

Will looked up at the dark, feral shine in Mitch’s eyes and he nodded, a little surprised. Wasn’t that just the truth?

Mitch was kneeling on the seat, fumbling at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his thighs. One of his knees jabbed into Will’s thigh. He got one leg free, then the fabric twisted around his other ankle until he managed to wrench his foot out from it. He toed his boots off at the same time. With an impatient growl, he tugged his boxers down and off as well, leaving him naked from the waist down.

Will felt the pressure of Mitch’s lower body against his hips. Thick, muscled thighs; skin taut over slim hips. He wriggled around on his back to try and get a better look at Mitch’s cock. It hung heavily against the blond man’s thigh, half-hard and glistening with damp already. As Will gazed greedily at it, it twitched against the dark curls of Mitch’s groin, swelling even more. Will could feel its radiant heat against his own lap.

“Yeah?” Mitch’s voice was a soft, hungry whisper. When Will glanced back up at him, Mitch’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Oh yeah,” Will groaned. This guy liked to tease. “Shift over here. Let me taste you.” He started tugging at his own sweats.

Mitch’s eyes felt heavier at the mere thought, and his heartbeat racketed dangerously fast, but he shook his head. “Later.” His voice was uneven. “Another time. I want more than that, and now. Here.” He knelt up on the seat between Will’s feet and peeled off his vest. Then he reached forward to help Will squirm out of his clothes.

Both naked now, their skin shone faintly in the distant light of the store illuminations. Will’s chest heaved with his racing breath and Mitch’s torso was already smooth with the sheen of sweat. Will shifted his hips to try to get more comfortable and his cock bumped against Mitch’s hip. He could see a glassy bead of pre-come already at its swollen tip - the moisture reflected faintly a neon-pink sign from the far side of the parking lot.

Mitch threw his ponytail back over his shoulder - this was the only time he was ever impatient with it. Getting in the damned way! He leant down again against Will’s prone body, his lips and teeth seeking satisfaction from Will’s mouth, and his legs unfolding along the length of the car seat, fighting for space with Will’s own limbs. Their cocks brushed against each other, the skin wrinkling and stretching with frustration, the flesh dark red and aggressive. It was Will’s turn to moan.

“Want - oh fuck - !”

The car seats sagged under their combined weight. The windows steamed up; the suspension rocked. The men were slippery against each other, both from sweat and the leaking desire from their arousals.

Will could barely take his mouth from Mitch’s for long enough to speak. The man’s lips were delicious; thick, and firm, with that damned seductive sweetness of soda. Will was beginning to think it was natural, rather than the effect of Mitch’s drinking habits. His hands reached around Mitch as the blond man lay on top of him, sliding his palms along the smooth, supple skin, enjoying the exciting warmth of an unfamiliar body. He ran his fingers along the clenched buttocks of Mitch’s very splendid ass, teasing at the hairs on the strong thighs. Temptation made him strain to reach between the cheeks and to sneak a finger into the puckered skin that was hidden there.

Mitch sucked in a breath. His cock jerked impatiently, squashed against Will’s belly.

“Come on,” he hissed. “Do it!”