Markus suddenly wondered when the last time they'd had sex was. A week ago? Two weeks ago? Maybe a month? Markus made a face. He'd been so focused on getting the remaining of his courses complete that he'd neglected Joel, who had an office job that never really changed its pace over the course of the year. In fact, his daily work seemed to get easier and looser with the Christmas season approaching; Joel was often home earlier and earlier, and since he skipped all Christmas parties as a matter of course, he was never out late. He was always home, waiting around for the season to pass.

And probably horny as hell, Markus thought. He'd shut down his own desire as his own work schedule picked up, but now that it was done and they were on the road, it came roaring back. The more he thought about Joel's hands on that steering wheel, the more he wanted them to be white-knuckled around his cock. Markus licked his lips. He looked at the traffic around them, a long procession of cars filled to the brim with presents, and stuck barely moving like them.

He turned to Joel only to realize he was talking. Explaining, really, in that somewhat pedantic way he explained their taxes, about why he didn't really like Christmas. Markus was plagued by guilt for a moment for not listening before he undid his seatbelt.

The car's safety system dinged.

"What are you doing?" Joel asked, his blue eyes wide.

Markus slid a hand over his jean-clad thigh. "What do you want me to do?"

"Um."

Markus' hand went towards the apex of Joel's jeans, rubbing over his soft cock and balls. He leaned across the emergency brake, feeling it jab him only a little bit as he did. He kissed Joel's cheek, the rough stubble a nice reminder of their bodies friction together, and then squeezed his cock until it began to harden. Joel twitched and shuddered, but said nothing else. Markus took this as acquiescence and kissed his way from Joel's cheek to his chin, then into the soft spot along his neck that he liked. He felt his cock stir again, coming to life.

"Stop," Joel said, his words breathy. "Stop."

"Stop?"

"Yes. There's a cop or something."

"Where?" Markus made a show of looking around and gesturing to the long row of cars that stretched on and on. Not a blue or red siren among them. "I don't see anything."