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“This is stupid,” Chuuya said, an annoyed edge to his voice. Dazai could picture the expression on his face perfectly and let out a huff of amusement, waiting expectantly for Chuuya to finish working through said annoyance and finally get with the program. “Of course, you’d have a stupid fucking idea like this. Why do I even listen to you?”
“Because,” Dazai said, “you wanted to stretch your legs, and I wanted to suck your dick. I don’t see what’s so hard about this.”
He rubbed the pads of his fingers along the bottom of the hole cut into the divider between the two toilets, noting how worn it was. The original idea had been just to suck Chuuya off in a stall and immediately get back on the road, but this…this was much more interesting. “Besides,” he murmured, knowing Chuuya was just on the other side of the stall and could still hear him when he pitched his voice low, “you get so hard whenever there’s a chance we could get caught.”
Sometimes that was the exact wrong thing to say, as Chuuya would occasionally get weird about having his kinks called out while he was sober; but fortunately for him, this was definitely not one of those times. “Shitty Dazai,” Chuuya hissed, “you’re going to fucking owe me…”
“Owe you more than a mind-blowing orgasm” Dazai drew back a little, perched clothed on the toilet seat, and waited with his chin in hand until he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. “I’m sure something can be arranged.”
There was a moment of silence and Dazai could imagine it perfect, Chuuya in the other stall, dick in hand and considering the hole; and then, victory, as the flushed, ruddy head of Chuuya’s cock peeked through the gap.
Dazai licked his lips and brushed his fingers over the head.
He heard Chuuya’s breath quicken and let out a small laugh, sliding off the seat and kneeling on the cold tile, pressing a kiss to the warm member’s tip before flattening his tongue and swiping completely over the head. The action made Chuuya thrust more of his cock through the hole, enough for Dazai to wrap his fingers around and begin to go to town on him.
This was much more novel an experience, having only Chuuya’s cock to focus his attentions on; the musk of road travel hanging heavy about him. He listened hard, Chuuya’s breath stuttering, imagining his palms flat to the divider, eyes closed as Dazai swallowed him down.
“Fuck,” he heard Chuuya mutter, and Dazai let his jaw go slack, Chuuya slipping back slightly as he changed his stance, pushing his hips against the divider now with abandon, seeking more. “C’mon…”
Dazai shifted his weight, rising up off his knees, and in the same motion slid his hand into his pants, easing his trousers open and down his hips. With one hand otherwise occupied he resumed his ministrations to Chuuya, thumb swiping the swiftly beading fluid from his tip and his other hand slipping down his own backside, fingers pressing in mostly dry and unbothered by the slight pain of the intrusion.
“Dazai,” Chuuya groaned, “c’mon, Dazai, I need, I’m—” he hissed out another annoyed sound as Dazai let his cock pop out of his mouth yet again and Dazai hummed in amusement.
“Were you close?”
“Fuck you.”
That was the plan, but he didn’t really feel the need to enlighten Chuuya just yet. He shifted again, turning entirely around, one hand braced on the toilet and the other holding Chuuya’s cock steady as he pressed the head against his hole. It was a familiar enough feeling but it still took his breath away for just a moment when the head pushed angrily inside his rim, and Dazai hung his head, breathing shallowly and delighting in the burn and stretch.
Chuuya stilled almost immediately, breathing loud enough that Dazai could hear him clearly, their bodies connected. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Chuuya managed, finally, after clearly gathering every ounce of self-control he possessed to not blast his load immediately inside Dazai. “God. Fuck!”
“Yes,” Dazai breathed, feeling Chuuya shift back some and his hips trailed after, trying to get as much as he could as deep as he could manage, and he heard Chuuya’s hand hit the divider. “I want to swallow every last bit today.”
“Shitty, fucking…” Chuuya inhaled raggedly. “I can tell that’s not your mouth, Dazai!”
Dazai arched his back as Chuuya pushed deeper. He kept breathing even as Chuuya worked out how he could best thrust in the position he was in, and each snap of his hips fucked his cock deeper and deeper inside of Dazai’s tight hole. It was exquisite torment, the friction maddening, and Dazai couldn’t get enough.
“If you keep fucking me like that, I’m going to mess my pants,” Dazai groaned, palming himself, his other hand still braced to keep his body as far back against the hole as possible.
“Good,” Chuuya snarled and didn’t stop.
“They’ve been in there an awfully long time,” Atsushi said, shoulder leaning against the window. The back seat of the coupe was cramped enough when it was just him and Akutagawa trying to pretend they weren’t stuck invading each other’s personal space because there was simply no legroom, but with the luggage, it was nearly untenable. And they’d been in this car for hours.
Akutagawa had his head back against the headrest, the wide-brimmed sun hat that Dazai had purchased at the last gas station as a joke covering his face in an attempt to block out the daylight. He had been feigning sleep for at least the last hour, and Atsushi had left him alone so far. He let out an aggravated snort and said, “So go and get them.”
Atsushi looked out the window toward the deserted rest stop, the muted noise of the highway behind them, and scrunched up his nose, sensing the trap. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Then we wait,” Akutagawa said. “They’ll be done eventually.” Rashomon slithered from his clothes, leaping between the seats and cranking the a/c. “Disturb me again at your own peril, weretiger.”
Atsushi rolled his eyes, sighed, and returned his attention to his phone.