Nobu's hand yanked Josh's jeans and boxers down in one rough motion, the denim catching on his thighs. The cold air hit his exposed skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of Nobu's touch. Nobu's fingers wrapped around his cock, his grip firm and sure, and he gave him one long, slow stroke from root to tip.
Josh cried out, his head falling back against the seat with a thud. His hands scrambled for purchase on Nobu's biceps. "Fuck… Nobu…"
Nobu watched him, his eyes dark and intent. He kept stroking, his thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip. The sound was obscene in the quiet cab—a wet, slick shlick with every pass of his hand. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Josh's ear.
"You see this?" he whispered, his voice a rough vibration against Josh's skin. His hand tightened. "This is mine. It only gets hard like this for me. It only wants me. You think I could fucking choke on some girl when I have this?" He gave Josh's cock a punishing squeeze that made stars burst behind Josh's eyelids. "When I have my fucking mouth on it? When I have your tight little ass squeezing around my cock?"
The dirty talk, the raw possession in his tone, unraveled Josh completely. He was panting, his hips bucking up into Nobu's fist. "More," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, I need more."
Nobu pulled his hand away. Josh whimpered at the loss, but Nobu was already moving. He shoved Josh back against the seat, his body following, a heavy, delicious weight pinning him down. He kissed him again, a deep, devouring kiss that stole what was left of Josh's breath. Then his mouth left Josh's, trailing a hot, wet path down his throat, over his collarbone. He took one of Josh's nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub.
Josh arched off the seat, a sharp cry tearing from his throat. The sensation was almost too much—a direct line of fire from his chest to his cock, which twitched and leaked against his stomach. Nobu switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same rough attention, his free hand pinching and rolling the wet one he'd just left.
"You taste so good," Nobu muttered against his skin, his voice muffled. "Every fucking part of you."
He moved lower, his tongue tracing the dip of Josh's navel. Josh's abs clenched, his entire body tensing in anticipation. Nobu's hands hooked under his thighs, pushing his legs up and apart, spreading him open. The position was vulnerable, exposed, and it made Josh's heart hammer against his ribs. He was completely at Nobu's mercy, and the thought made him dizzy with want.
Nobu didn't make him wait. He leaned in, his breath hot against Josh's inner thigh, then against the base of his cock. He didn't take him in his mouth right away. He nuzzled the thatch of dark curls, inhaled deeply, and let out a shuddering groan. "Fuck, you smell like us. Like me being inside you."
Then his tongue, flat and hot, licked a broad stripe from Josh's balls all the way up the length of his shaft.
Josh's vision whited out for a second. A broken, guttural sound was ripped from his chest. It was too much. It wasn't enough. Nobu's mouth was a wet, sucking heat on the head of his cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive rim. Josh's hands flew to Nobu's head, his fingers tangling in the short, dark hair, not to push him away, but to hold him there, to anchor himself.
Nobu took him deeper, his throat working as he swallowed him down. Josh could feel the tight, incredible squeeze of Nobu's throat, the wet suction, the scrape of teeth so carefully avoided. The sounds were filthy—wet, gagging gulps, obscene slurps, and Nobu's own ragged breathing through his nose. He was fucking Josh's cock with his mouth, his head bobbing in a relentless, hungry rhythm.
"Nobu… I'm gonna… I can't…" Josh babbled, his hips twitching, trying to thrust up into that heavenly heat but held down by Nobu's strong hands on his hips.
Nobu pulled off with a loud, wet pop. His lips were slick and swollen, his chin glistening. "Not yet," he ordered, his voice wrecked. He shoved Josh's legs further apart, bending him almost in half. The position was intense, putting a deep, delicious strain on Josh's lower back and hips, opening him up obscenely. "I'm not done with you."
The word, the possession, pushed Josh over an edge he didn't know he was near. His body tightened, a coil about to snap. "Nobu, please… I need you inside me. Now. Please, I need it."
Nobu pulled back, fumbled in the mess of clothes on the floor, and found the small bottle of lube they'd used earlier. He slicked his fingers, his movements quick and jerky with need.
He didn't prep Josh slowly. He was beyond patience. One thick, lubed finger pushed inside Josh, breaching him in one smooth, burning stroke. Josh cried out, his body clenching around the intrusion. It stung, a bright flash of pain that melted almost instantly into a deep, filling ache. Nobu worked his finger in and out a few times, then added a second. The stretch was more, a burning fullness that made Josh gasp. Nobu scissored his fingers, stretching him open, his other hand stroking Josh's cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
"You're so open for me," Nobu muttered, his face a mask of concentrated lust. "So fucking ready. You were made for this. For my cock."
He pulled his fingers out. Josh felt empty, bereft. He heard the tear of a condom wrapper, the slick sound of Nobu rolling it on, the squirt of more lube. Then Nobu was there, his body hovering over Josh's, the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against Josh's stretched, wet entrance.
He looked down at Josh, his expression unguarded for a single, breathless moment. It was all there—the fear, the love, the desperate, clawing need. "Josh…"
"Do it," Josh whispered, reaching up to cup Nobu's cheek. "Fuck me. Show me."
Nobu pushed in.
It was a slow, inexorable invasion. The burn was intense, a searing stretch that stole the air from Josh's lungs. He clenched his teeth, a low whine escaping as inch after thick inch of Nobu filled him, stretching him wider, deeper than anything ever had. He felt impossibly full, split open, owned. He wrapped his legs around Nobu's waist, locking his ankles, pulling him in deeper.
Nobu bottomed out with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his soul. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Josh's chest. "Fuck… you're so tight… god, Josh…"
He began to move.
It wasn't the frantic, hurried pace from before. This was deep, punishing, hardcore. Each thrust was a full-body commitment. Nobu pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, the force of it jolting Josh up the seat. The angle was brutal, perfect. The head of Nobu's cock dragged over Josh's prostate with every inward drive, a shockwave of pure, undiluted pleasure that made Josh see stars.
The sounds were animalistic. The wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the truck's suspension, the choked, sobbing moans that were ripped from Josh's throat with every thrust. Nobu was grunting with each drive, low, guttural ungh sounds that spoke of immense physical effort and even greater pleasure.
"You feel that?" Nobu gasped, his pace increasing, the slaps coming faster, harder. "You feel how deep I am? This is where I belong. Right here. Buried in your ass."
Josh could only nod, his words stolen by the relentless pounding. He was a mess of sensation—the delicious burn of the stretch, the electric thrill of his prostate being hammered, the heat of Nobu's skin against his, the smell of sex and sweat and rain. He was moaning continuously now, a high, desperate litany of yes and more and Nobu.
Nobu shifted his angle, pulling Josh's hips up higher, folding him almost in half. The new position increased the pressure unbearably, driving Nobu even deeper. Josh screamed, his back bowing off the seat. It was too much. It was everything.
"Look at me," Nobu commanded, his voice raw.
Josh forced his eyes open, his gaze blurry with tears of overwhelm. He met Nobu's dark, frantic eyes.
"This is me," Nobu panted, fucking into him with a violence that felt like love, like confession. "This is who I am. Right now. With you. Nobody else gets this. Nobody else ever gets this."
The words, the raw truth in them, shattered Josh's last semblance of control. The coil in his gut snapped. Pleasure detonated through him, white-hot and all-consuming. His cock jerked between their stomachs, untouched, and he came with a raw, broken shout, stripes of hot cum painting his chest and stomach in thick, pulsing ropes. His ass clenched and spasmed around Nobu's cock, milking him, dragging him over the edge with him.
Nobu's rhythm broke. He gave three more ragged, desperate thrusts, then buried himself as deep as he could go. His body went rigid, a strangled roar tearing from his throat as he came. Josh could feel it, the hot, frantic pulses of his release inside the condom, the way his cock throbbed and twitched deep in his gut. It was the most intimate thing he'd ever felt.
For a long time, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the rain. Nobu collapsed on top of him, his weight a crushing, welcome blanket. He buried his face in the crook of Josh's neck, his breath hot and damp against Josh's skin. Josh held him, his arms wrapped tight around Nobu's broad, sweaty back, his legs still locked around his waist. He could feel Nobu's heart hammering against his own, a frantic, slowing rhythm.
The silence stretched. The heat between them began to cool, the reality of the cramped, sticky truck and the world outside seeping back in.
Nobu was the first to move. He shifted, pulling out slowly. Josh winced at the sudden, empty feeling. Nobu disposed of the condom, then slumped back against the passenger door, his head tipped back, eyes closed. He looked exhausted, wrecked, beautiful.
Josh sat up slowly, every muscle in his body protesting. He found a crumpled t-shirt and started wiping the mess from his stomach, his movements slow and clumsy.
The earlier tension, the fight, was still there. It hung in the air, thicker than the scent of sex. The proof was cooling on his skin, the ache was deep in his body, but the words they'd shouted still echoed.
Nobu opened his eyes. He looked at Josh, his expression unreadable. Nobu's jaw worked, the muscle ticking in his cheek. He looked at Josh—the boy he loved, the boy who was currently tearing him apart—and he made a desperate, calculated decision.
"Fifty bucks. Name the target." Nobu gritted out, his voice cold and final.
Josh felt a momentary flash of regret, a realization that he had just pushed a high-explosive trigger, but he was too angry to back down. He thought of the scripts they were all supposed to follow.
"Tiffany," Josh suggested, his lip curling. "She already thinks she's your girlfriend. It's an easy lay."
"Too easy," Nobu countered, his mind already racing, shifting into the defensive mindset of a Zeigler. He needed someone who would prove the point once and for all. Someone Josh wouldn't expect. Someone who represented the very foundation of their lives. "Rosaria Leighton."
Josh's breath caught. "No. Not Sari. We grew up with her, Nobu. She's… she's family. She's the Ice Queen. You'll never get past her firewall."
"Watch me," Nobu said, reaching for his phone on the dashboard.