Unholy

As Danny deliberately scraped his Audi along a brick wall - gouging the paint and knocking off the side mirror - he was forced to admit that he might have a bit of a fixation. This was the third time in as many months he'd intentionally beat up the exterior of his car to find an excuse to take it to the auto body shop.

The first time had been a genuine incident. Danny had arrived in his hometown for his father's funeral. Some dickhead had rear ended him and he'd needed a new bumper. A quick Google had led him to the highest rated body shop in the area. To his horror, he'd known the owner, Henry. His school nemesis and crush.

Initial shock behind them, Henry was unfailingly polite and professional. When Danny arrived to pick up his car the next day, Henry was shirtless under a vehicle. Danny had nearly drooled at Henry's rippling abs as he emerged. There was a smudge of grease on one of Henry's firm pectorals that he longed to lick, though that was a bad idea for one than one reason.

There was a twinkle in Henry's eye the second time Danny showed up after that, this time with a broken windshield. Danny didn't appreciate it. It had taken him a lot of tries to hit the baseball just right to shatter the glass.

"I'm sorry," Danny had blurted out.

Henry blinked with confusion. "Why are you sorry?"

"For being an asshole to you, when we were in school," Danny forced himself to say.

"You were a bit more than an asshole," Henry said.

Danny had been. He'd terrorized Henry from middle school up until they graduated. He relentlessly made fun of Henry's poverty, his looks, the fact that he was a fucking orphan. He'd then jerked off angrily nearly every night to the memory of Henry laughing with his friends, wishing he was on the receiving end of his smile for once. Danny had grown in the 15 years since, but apologies were still hard.

"I was a horrible bully to you, the stuff you read about in books," Danny agreed. "I am sorry."

"Okay," Henry said, nodding once.

"Okay?"

"Okay," Henry said, smiling slightly, making Danny's heart flutter. "You apologized. You've grown up. And you're such a disaster magnet that your repairs have nearly paid my rent for the year."

Danny blushed furiously. He was supremely careful with all his possessions! Especially his beloved car. But he supposed there was literally no way for Henry to know that, given the amount of damage he'd inflicted on her for a chance to be in the same room as the man.

He was down bad and he knew it. Danny wanted Henry. Wanted him fiercely. Had wanted him before he knew what wanting was. It would never work. His younger self had destroyed any chance of the attraction being mutual. But Danny was very bad at not getting what he wanted, so he scraped the paint off his car to get another few moments with the man he desired.

His mother called as he turned down the road to the shop.

"Hello mom," Danny said, answering her call.

"Danny, darling. Will you be joining us for dinner?" his mother's voice hissed down the line.

Danny swore silently to himself. He'd completely forgotten the dinner his mother had planned this evening. She'd been estranged from his father for nearly two decades, but she was enjoying playing the part of the grieving widow with many dinners to toast her late husband. He thought quickly.

"Mom, I was just about to call. I've been held up at work. Important new client, insisting I accompany him to the... strip club," Danny lied wildly.

His mother scoffed, "Men. Well, your father always said it was part of the business. I understand, darling. Don't go knocking up any girls while you're there." There was a murmur of "Nancy," in the background. "I'd better go darling. Lunch tomorrow?"

"I'll be there at noon," Danny promised.

He shook his head to himself as he pulled into the shop. Who told their mother they were going to a strip club to avoid saying they were going to get their car repaired? Closeted, pining idiots, that's who.

"I was just about to close up," Henry said, emerging from the office as Danny parked.

God, he was hotter than the time with the cracked windshield. His biceps bulged in his thin blue shirt with his jeans slug low on his hips. His hair remained a windswept nest that Danny longed to sink his fingers into. There was grease on Henry's forearms but his hands were clean, as though he'd just washed them. Danny shook himself a little to stop staring at the veins that disappeared beneath his shirt.

"Sorry, I can come back tomorrow," Danny acquiesced immediately. It was later than he'd thought. It had taken ages to find the right wall.

"Scraped up the side pretty bad," Henry observed. He flipped the sign in the door to the street to 'Closed' and sent the garage door rattling down.

Danny hummed, non-committal. His brain was still trying to process the swell of Henry's ass as he walked.

"You know what's funny, Danny?" Henry said, coming to stand in front of him where he leaned against his car.

The twinkle was back in Henry's eye. Danny swallowed roughly. "What's funny?"

"It's strange," Henry said. "Most people who fuck up the outside of their cars as often as you do get in big accidents. Damage the engine, hurt other people."

He took a step towards Danny, within arm's reach now. Danny felt his heart speed up.

"Not you though," Henry said, amber eyes boring through him. "You only ever damage the outside. Just enough to need repair here, not enough to go to the dealership."

Henry stepped forward again. His chest was nearly touching Danny's. Danny's head swum and he had to remember to breath.

"It's almost as if..." Henry trailed off, searching Danny's face.

When Danny didn't say anything, Henry began to shift his weight as though to step back.

"Yes," Danny spat out.

"Yes, what?" Henry said with a slow smile.

"Yes, I damaged my car on purpose to come see you," Danny confessed, desperate to keep Henry close.

"And why did you want to see me?" Henry asked, a wicked smile playing across his lips.

Danny couldn't answer, couldn't form the words. His gaze flickered from Henry's eyes, back to his lips, and up again.

Suddenly, Henry pinned Danny's body against the car. Their hips rammed together and Henry's hands slammed on either side of Danny's face. Their chests pressed so close that Danny was sure Henry could feel his heart beat through his sweater. Henry touched his nose deliberately to Danny's.

"Say it," Henry said, "and you can have it."

Danny gasped. The words tumbled out. "I want you. I want you so badly. I've wanted you to touch me forever. I-"

Whatever his next words would've been, Danny wouldn't know. Henry's lips pressed against his in a fierce kiss. Danny felt like he was on fire. Henry's lips burned against his and he opened his mouth to the demanding press of Henry's tongue. He pulled Henry close to him, rolling his hips so Henry could feel his erection. He traced Henry's back muscles, ran his fingers along bulging biceps, felt Henry's cock harden.

Henry pulled back and Danny could've cried.

"On your knees," Henry said, his voice deeper than Danny had ever heard it.

Danny dropped to his knees eagerly, hardly wincing at the bite of the concrete floor. Henry still crowded him. He was pinned against the door of his car, his face level with the bulge in Henry's jeans. He forced his arms to stay down and looked up at Henry, eager for his next instruction.

"Oh, you are a good boy," Henry said in a tone of delighted surprise. "Very obedient."

Blushing, Danny couldn't help but enjoy the praise. He would be so good for Henry. One of Henry's big hands grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Danny whimpered a little at the expanse of flesh revealed. He longed to lick every inch of Henry's chest.

"Get my cock out," Henry ordered, one hand trailing lazily through Danny's hair.

Danny obeyed immediately. He hated when hookups mussed his hair, but he was practically purring at Henry's touch. He had Henry's belt undone and his jeans open in seconds. He couldn't help but press his nose briefly to Henry's clothed cock. He inhaled the smell of grease and sweat and Henry. His mouth watered. The man above him laughed a little and Danny pulled out his cock quickly.

It was gorgeous. Long and full and hard. Danny wanted to worship the length. Lick every inch. Let Henry fuck his face until he cried. But he was being good so he let go and looked up at Henry for instructions.

"Hands behind your back," Henry ordered as though he could read Danny's mind. "Hit my thigh if it's too much."

Danny obeyed, mouth falling open in anticipation as Henry took a half step towards him. To his delighted surprise, Henry took a handful of his blonde hair and pressed his fist against the car. Danny couldn't move more than a half inch without the pull becoming painful. He was well and truly pinned for Henry's pleasure. Danny's mouth watered.

"I've always wanted to do this to you," Henry confessed in a sweet, soft voice.

Then he jammed his big cock down Danny's throat. Danny gagged - it couldn't be helped. But his hands remained firmly behind his back so Henry pressed in further. The tip of Henry's cock breached his throat and Danny couldn't help but moan. Henry chuckled with delight and buried Danny's nose in his dark, soft hair.

"Swallow," Henry demanded.

Danny did, eagerly. He was so hard it actually hurt. His head swam as his air dwindled. He couldn't breathe around the intrusion in his throat. His eyes watered and he blinked to clear them, trying to see Henry's face without moving his head. Henry smiled down at him, a big delighted smile. Danny rolled his hips in the air, desperate. Henry pulled his cock all the way out. Danny gasped and choked. Saliva stretched from his lips to Henry's now soaked cock. Then Henry was in his mouth again, fucking his face. Danny gurgled around the thick dick. He fought to keep his vision clear so he could take in Henry's expression. It was fast and dirty. The air filled with the sound of slick cock and Henry's gasps and Danny's muffled moans.

Danny was expecting a belly full of cum so he whined a little when Henry pulled out and stepped away, keeping him pinned to the car by his hair.

"You are a lovely little slut, aren't you?" Henry said, grinning down at him. "Choking on my cock and still wanting more."

Danny shivered and nodded as best he could. He must look a mess - bleary eyed, spit everywhere, swollen lips, and mussed hair. He'd never felt better than he did basking in Henry's smile. He shifted a little, his cock now pressing painfully into the zipper of his trousers.

Henry noticed his squirming and looked smug. "A little tight in there? Want me to help you with that?"

"Fuck me," Danny said before his mind could overthink it. "Please. I want you inside me."

Henry looked a little surprised, then terribly pleased. "Oh, you're a proper whore, aren't you? Feeling empty without a big cock in you?"

Blushing, Danny nodded. He did feel empty. He wanted this enormous cock in both his holes. He was at heart, still a bit greedy. Henry pulled him to his feet by his hair. Danny's gasp was swallowed by Henry's mouth on his. The kiss was sloppy and perfect. Henry's teeth tugging his bottom lip briefly distracted Danny from his need to get properly stuffed.

Not so easily preoccupied, Henry flipped Danny around and bent him over the hood of his own car. Danny struggled to steady his breathing. This was better than his fantasies. With a quick movement, Henry unbuttoned Danny's trousers and tugged them with his briefs to his knees. Danny shuddered as Henry's hands explored his body, squeezing his ass cheeks and pressing into the muscle of his lower back. He took his time. Danny shook with anticipation. Henry hadn't told him to move and he was going to be good. He pressed his palms firmly into the still warm hood.

"Pretty," Henry said, accenting the compliment with a smack to Danny's ass cheek that made his cock twitch. "Reach back and spread yourself, I want to see you."

Gratefully, Danny obeyed. It was sweet torture lying there under Henry's gaze but he was eager. He spread his ass, exposing his hole to Henry's gaze. Danny was immensely grateful he'd showered thoroughly before fucking up the side of his car. Several second passed as Henry seemed to drink in the sight of him. Then with no warning, Henry leaned forward and licked a long stripe over Danny's hole.

"Delicious," Henry said. "Now stay just like that while I find something to lube you up with."

Danny groaned with desire and pressed his forehead to the hood of his car. He was absolutely desperate for it. Henry laughed a little and patted his ass before walking away. Danny turned his cheek to the hood of the car to watch Henry as he went. He had shed his jeans and briefs at some point and Henry's ass was even more devastating than it had been in the high school locker room. Long minutes ticked by, and Danny's erection was not discouraged by the anticipation. If anything, he became aware of the precum coating his thighs and struggled not to hump the car in search of friction.

Finally, Henry's footsteps returned and Danny twisted to see him. Henry's smile hit him and he shivered.

"What a good boy, waiting like I asked." Danny bit back a whimper at the praise from Henry. "I found some coconut oil -- gets the grease off," Henry said in response to Danny's raised eyebrow, "I don't have a condom though."

"Glove compartment," Danny said unashamed.

Laughing, Henry retrieved the condoms from the glove compartment. He slathered coconut oil generously onto Danny, seeming to get more on Danny's cheeks and hands than his hole.

"Enjoying yourself?" Danny asked, looking back to see Henry grinning.

"You look good oiled up," Henry said, a sneaky smile pulling up one side of his mouth.

"I'm glad you like the view," Danny said, the brat inside him slipping out, "but I believe I was promised cock."

"Oh, what happened to being good?" Henry said, sinking one finger of his big hand into Danny in a firm movement.

Danny let out a choked groan. It was a little too fast and it was perfect. He told Henry as much and willed himself to relax as Henry nearly immediately sank a second finger inside him. He whimpered as Henry scissored his fingers to stretch him further and dribbled more oil inside him. Danny was anxiously anticipating the press of a third finger or maybe Henry's cock, but Henry had other ideas, seeming content to finger him, playing with his hole.

"Please, Henry, please put your cock in me," Danny blurted. He never begged but did so without thinking, so desperate was he to get fucked.

"Mmmmm," Henry said.

Danny twisted to see Henry stroking his own cock, eyes fixed on the fingers fucking Danny's hole. Danny stamped his foot like a child.

"Inside me. Now!"

"It'll hurt," Henry said, smiling affectionately at Danny's tantrum.

"Don't care," Danny insisted. "I want your cock to skewer me."

"So bratty," Henry said, moving Danny's hands from his ass to the hood of the car. "Keep them there."

Danny's next words were cut off by head of Henry's cock slipping inside him. Henry was right, it did hurt. It was glorious. It felt like Henry's cock was carving out a new pathway inside him. Danny's fingers scrabbled for purchase on the slick hood of his car.

"Stay still," Henry admonished.

Danny obeyed immediately, pressing his hands into the hood of the car. Another inch of that thick, glorious cock slid inside him.

"There's my good boy," Henry growled. "Just needed some cock in him to remember how to listen."

Danny nearly came on the spot. It was like Henry knew exactly what to say to make him out of his mind with lust. Another inch inside and Danny was gasping with the fullness. He'd never taken a cock so big. The stretch was devastating and brilliant.

"Almost there," Henry said, and slammed his hips forward to bottom out inside Danny.

Danny mewled. He was too far gone to be embarrassed. The entire world had narrowed down to Henry's cock filling him more than he'd thought possible. They breathed together for a moment. Henry's chest resting against his back. Henry licked a bead of sweat from his neck before fastening his lips to the same spot to suck a mark there. Danny sighed in pleasure.

"Ready?" Henry asked, kissing the side of his neck.

"Please," Danny moaned.

One of Henry's hands curled into his hair, the other pressed into the small of his back, arching Danny into him. Henry pulled his cock nearly all the way out before plunging back in just as quickly. Danny gasped, bracing himself against the hood of the car as he struggled to adjust to Henry's ruthless place. It was too much in the best way. Danny let out a groan at a particularly hard thrust.

"So fucking tight," Henry grunted. He dropped Danny's hair in favor of gripping his hips with both hands to pound Danny harder.

Danny whined with pleasure. He was being split open by Henry's monster cock. His eyes crossed as Henry found his prostate. What could only be described as a gurgle escaped Danny's throat. He was in heaven. He could barely breathe.

"Taking it so well," Henry snarled. Danny couldn't hold back any longer. His orgasm hit him like train. His untouched cock spurted on the car and his own thighs. He squeezed down on Henry's cock and felt Henry cum too. He pounded Danny through his orgasm and Danny felt his cum spill out with the force of Henry's thrusts.

They lay there for a moment catching their breath. Danny felt like his bones had vanished and his brain struggled to come back online.

"Dinner?" Danny managed to choke out.

"Hmm," Henry said contentedly, kissing the place where his neck met his shoulder.

"Can I take you to dinner?"

"A date?" Henry asked, gently pulling his softening cock out of Danny and helping him up.

"If you'd like," Danny said, suddenly shy in spite of being covered in both of their cum.

"Suppose that's better than you destroying your lovely car," Henry said with a laugh. He kissed Danny softly and Danny felt himself melt a little. "Dinner would be nice."