“I think I should thank you,” said Kiko, rubbing his damp mouth. He reached into his coat pocket for a plastic baggie, which he extended to Dom with the explanation, “For the condom. But I’ve been wanting to do that to you for too long now.”

“Like a day,” said Dom, peeling off the condom and sealing it in the baggie. As he bent to pull up his pants Kiko laughed.

“Oh, at least two.” And now he was stiff as that tree Dom was leaning against. “You mind if I slip off and take care of something?”

“The only place you’re going is back to the truck,” said Dom, straightening his jacket. “You’re driving me to your house.”

As much as that excited Kiko, he wasn’t sure he could make it that long. He was already dribbling excitement into his boxers.

“I’m not sure it can wait,” he said.

Dom bent, grabbed the box, and tossed the last five eggs Kiko hadn’t gotten to randomly between the trees, then straightened. He took Kiko’s hand.

“Truck. Now,” he said, and pulled at Kiko so that he was forced to helplessly follow. When they reached the vehicle Dom opened the driver’s door and shoved Kiko in, then moved around and got in the passenger side.

“Dom,” began Kiko, but he was leaning across now. Kiko met Dom’s lips with his own; the man’s kiss was hard, demanding. Kiko strained against the confines of his own pants, wondered how he was going to tolerate this. He pulled back somewhat. “Look, if you --”

He gasped as Dom placed his hand directly on his stiff bulge, very nearly going off right then.

“I can’t drive you home like this,” he hissed.

“It’s my turn to drive,” said Dom, leaning close to Kiko’s ear. “And I just so happen to know how to drive stick.” He punctuated that with another tantalizing push against Kiko’s pants. As Kiko leaned back, trying to steady his breathing, Dom slid his hand between his pants and boxers, gripping him and causing Kiko to nearly lose it.

“I can’t -- Dom, I really can’t last,” he said. Not after having seen Dom’s expression as he came. Not with how very nearly there he already was.

“Good,” said Dom, and covered Kiko’s mouth with his own.

Kiko struggled to last more than a few stokes, pressed back against the seat with Dom’s mouth against his own, his blood pounding so hard in his veins he couldn’t hear a thing. Very abruptly Dom let up pressure, disengaged his lips, turned. Kiko looked desperately at him, but his attention was focused outside the truck.

“Dom,” he hissed.

“It’s the person from last night,” said Dom, twisting around. Kiko gritted his teeth.

“I don’t care,” he snapped, grabbing Dom’s wrist to help him back into the rhythm. “Leave me like this and you’re never coming home with me again.”