Disorder Ch. 01

Lights took on a sharp, glaring edge as Soren rolled the windows up with the press of the button, the music turned down and his attention on evasion. Escape? Not so much for he did not envision even the rare possibility of being captured, locked up in a cell where his soul would not have a moment in which to be free.

No... Charles shoved Soren away even as he tried to grab for him, swearing and locking onto the road, the car ducking down into a tunnel where the engine roared and echoed in the most glorious of ways. Sound surrounded them, bouncing off the walls of the tunnel, and it would have been exhilarating if they were not racing from the law, one of them caught up in worry while the other was only just a little fussed over having his ride and thrill of the day, at least, interrupted before he'd had his fill.

Out of the city? No... No, that would lead them into the path of others. Better to stay central, dig deep, find a place where no one else would think to see them, think to pause and wonder and drive them up from the depths once more. Ah, Charles was an old hand at worst at that kind of game and there was little a man of his stature and place in the world could not do even though he adamantly refused to soothe even his friend with as much as he mumbled, muttering something over and over again about the cops, how they were going to get them, how everything was going to be ruined... Soren couldn't see the wood for the trees but that didn't mean that things were going to go downhill, as long as Charles could keep his grip and keep going.

Ah, but he wasn't worried, not at all. What could truly worry him when he had so much left ahead of him, the road open but for a few cars as he yelled out something just as incoherent as Soren's worried and rammed the gas all the way down? There was too much left to live! Grinning widely, Charles whooped and wove the Lambo between a parked up truck and some little city car, too small to truly deserve his attention. Soren would soon see that he'd come through for him in the end, although even that was hardly Charles' concern in the heat of the moment itself.

The sun set lower and lower in the clear sky, sliced through with blue and wisps of cloud between the towers of buildings that all seemed to be newly erected, as they evaded the law, screeching under an overpass and settling down well enough out of sight of any bored officers who had been stuck working the holiday. Nobody really wanted to catch them, or else they already would have, two guys out in a car they didn't own a mere distraction on the kind of day that tended to drag and drag and drag on when they really didn't want it to otherwise.

The overpass darkened above them as they hunkered down against the graffiti, Charles laughing breathlessly as he slunk the sleek car, now splattered with at least a little mud and grit from the road, down into the dirtiest, dankest corner where they could not be seen from the road itself. Truly, they should have been spotted right where they were but no one was all that set on paying close attention to them, the chatter of the cop radios interspersed with static and curses alike.

"Oh, fuck..." Soren said, exhaling his breath in a hissing rush through his teeth. "Damn, damn, damn!"

But that was all he could get out as his eyes roamed the brightly coloured graffiti, prominent enough that the stolen car didn't stand out too much against the splashes of colour. Some had been worn away over time but even Soren could not make a snarky comment about the crudity of it - something that he'd only involved himself in younger, more tenacious days - as he laughed and laughed, torn between heaving in anxious breaths and expelling the adrenaline that had built up and up during the course of the weaving chase.

The sirens died down as Charles eyed the underside of the road arcing above as if something was about to happen - yet nothing happened as he too panted lightly, lips ever so faintly parted as he sucked in breath after breath. The light gleam of spittle caught his lower lip even as Soren's eyes fell to it, brow furrowing although he could not have said for what reason. Not yet, not then. But soon. If only he knew how soon...

"So..." Soren said, catching his breath with a heave, arm out the window. "Damn... Alright, so this car can move!"

Laughing lazily as he regained at least some semblance of his breath, Charles leaned back, his hands behind his head and elbows jutting out at a sharp angle that Soren had to squash his body into the far corner of the seat, up against the window, to avoid. The man took up his own space whether anyone else was potentially in it or not and that was something that Soren, over the time they'd spent together, had just learned to live with. It was kind of nice, in a strange sort of way, however, to have him so close, the heat of Charles' body easing softly through his black jacket as he relaxed. It would have been appropriate for him to have a cigarette or some other kind of joint (hey, it was hardly unheard of for either of them to partake from time to time) dangling from the corner of his mouth, a curl of smoke trailing languidly up and out of the window.

Of course, if he had had that, it would have given them away, for the officers were not quite that daft, as much as some of them wanted to only appear to be doing work when they were, in all honesty, going through the motions. It was the way of the world, regardless of what profession someone may or may not have been engaged in, that one would so very often falsify their work just for the sake of making an appearance: a gain for themselves that benefitted no one.

That was why Charles was not the worst of them. He never pretended to be someone or something that he was not. Simply, he was himself and if that was not good enough for someone then that was well and truly their problem and not his.

And that was just what Soren liked about it, why he stuck with him so much. It wasn't for anything truly as ridiculous as wanting to feel alive or to have a bit of a thrill, something to take him away from the grind of his day job, oh no. Sometimes that friendship and that being as he was without any rules, restrictions or conditions attached was all he needed and yet everything that he didn't seem to get for himself on a strictly day to day basis.

The silence railed against them, sirens dying off sweetly into the distance as they were left only with the close proximity of their bodies, too near to ignore as Charles closed his eyes, chin tipped up towards the ceiling. Words stuck in Soren's throat as much as he tried to call them to his lips, something building inside him with the hype and lingering spin of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Why couldn't he speak? And why did he look at Charles in such a way, a new kind of light?

Soren tried to suck in a breath, vision blurring. He could not have said what was wrong with him but things were changing, inexplicably so, all of his years with Charles coming to a head in one moment where they seemed far too closed in and locked up in the very best of ways. They could not ignore it any longer, the comfort and sense of familiarity between them that could very well mean something more, even if it would take years for them to naturally come to the realisation if they had not gone on that joy ride on that particular day. Maybe it wouldn't have even happened as the overpass flooded with a greater trickle of traffic, rising above in a churn of wheels, all intent on their end destination, going home from family events at the end of a warming, softening day. Things could have been very different even if only they'd taken a different car but, fortunately for both of them, it had been that Lambo and it had survived the trip without even getting too beaten up. Even Charles had to twist his lips in barely hidden mirth. A few dents were by the by, really, when it came to something like that...

Too bad Charles was too much of a tease to actively show just how he was taking the first move, waiting and biding his time, the chips all falling right into place as something warming tightened in his gut. Watching Soren squirm out of the corner of one, suitably lazy eye, he sealed away his smirk and merely waited, the only notion that things had shifted ever so slightly for him the fact that his breath was not entirely back to normal.

Not that he would admit that, oh no. Of course not. That would be far, far too much for Charles to come to, the idea that he could be bold, be open. He'd take every step that seemed to benefit him, regardless of whether it was for social standing or just himself more personally, but he would see someone else wriggle into that spot first of all before making a move himself.

And Soren did it beautifully too.

"Sooooo..." Soren said slowly, dragging out the word for longer than was really needed. "What do we do now? You've had your fun..."

"What?" Charles smirked, tapping the side of his nose. "Are you saying that you didn't like it too? You're not a hard one to read, you know."

Soren flinched but it was not because he was trying to move away from the man who, most likely, knew him a little too well. That was just how he managed to rope Soren up into difficult situation after situation. And there would be just one more to add to that list after that particular day...

Maybe the bigger backseat was just what they'd needed after all as one of them, they'd never truly know which, closed the gap between them, hands reaching and fumbling, caught up in the trailing high of the chase and the thrill. All they knew was that their bodies came together, breath mingling in the half-second before their lips meant, words dying in lieu of something altogether sweeter. Soren's heart pounded but that seemed to be enough, eyes closed as Charles eagerly responded in kind, the fluttering pulse of his own heartbeat jumping and leaping at the point of his throat.

And then everything changed. There was no going back once they had begun, not that either man would have wanted to turn back the clocks of time, not have the thrill of going at such a high speed and not to have the pleasure of a pair of warm lips pressed up against another. Tongues teased and they panted into one another's mouths, leaning in closer as the lust of passion got the better of them - all for the better.

Evenly matched in ability on level ground at last, Soren growled into Charles' mouth, lust rising. Yes... Yes, now that was something he knew how to do, something that he understood. It didn't matter that it had been a long while since he'd kissed another man, only that he had Charles there with him then to enjoy, settling himself into the moment as he relaxed against a body that felt all kinds of right pressed up against his. The gear stick jabbed into his leg as he leaned over, lightly bearing Charles back against the far side of the car and the window with his greater size and bulk. Not that Charles wasn't capable of pushing back against him, of course, but there was something about allowing himself to shift down and down, another man's hot tongue tangling and delving hotly against his, that sent a shiver down his spine.

Soren's fingers combed through his ponytail, drawn back only loosely to keep the hairs out of his face. As much as Charles kept his hair long - who had the time to go have it cut, anyway, when he'd much rather see the ragged edges clinging to damp and sweaty skin in the heat of an altogether more lustful moment - it was not exactly a fashion choice that he would have taken if he was into that sort of thing. That said, it made an excellent hold for Soren as he raked in a throaty, rasping breath, the kiss breaking for a fraction of a second, and pulled his temporary lover's head back, exposing his throat for a sly bite and suck, a red love bite left in the wake of his lust.

Charles moaned. He was not much of a submissive but it was the sensation of it, everything in his life geared towards knowing and feeling more, so very much more. He did what he wanted and he wasn't about to label himself or lock himself up into a little box, taking what came in each and every moment and deciding right then and there whether it was something he wanted for himself? Consequences? Ah, to hell and back again with those! He let Soren pull his hair, relishing the other man taking charge for what seemed like the first time in his life, or at least the time in which Charles had been around with him as a friend, not that he'd seen Soren with a lover...

Soren groaned into Charles' mouth, cock rising to attention: a throbbing, jutting bulge in his jeans that could not be ignored. Closing his hand over it as if he was drawn in to a target, Charles squeezed, bringing the rise of a moan that had only just been sealed away to Soren's lips. He couldn't do anything, could not stop, could hardly breathe as Charles groped and massage the throbbing length of his cock, the shape of it easily discernible through his jeans as if the man was deliberately trying to put himself on show. And, right then and there, Charles was everything Soren could ever have needed, breaking the kiss with a feral-sounding growl that could have been strange coming from his lips if not for the fact that it was just, truly, how he was.

It just took him a little while longer than most to come into himself. A little longer but not yet forever.

There was no time for kissing as they made the most of waiting out the cops, clad in the cooling shadow beneath the bridge and the road. It seemed to happen in the span of a second but the deft hand of Charles (ah, a pickpocket at work!) was in his pants in an instant, drawing out his cock as he took it into the palm of his hand, closing his fingers around the nicely solid and thick girth. Soren's breath caught, their eyes locking, but Charles wasn't about to pull back when he had him right there where he wanted him, chest rising and falling sharply and shortly in the maximum amount of breath that he felt capable of drawing in at any given moment. That was just the beauty of, finally and ultimately, letting it all go.

"Never seen you like this...almost cocky," Charles breathed, eyes dancing. "Is this just what it takes to make you come out of your shell, Soren? My, oh my, we should have done this a long, old time ago..."

Soren chuffed a harsh laugh, the stubble on his chin making him seem older than he actually was as he leaned in, a hand on his friend's shoulder - not that he could really call him a friend anymore. It was kind of difficult to say something like that, after all, when your cock was in someone else's hand.

"Yeah..." His fingers curled around Charles' shoulder, eyes fixed and darkening with challenge, rising to it. "What you gonna do about it?"

But Charles wasn't going to do anything about it, for it wasn't going to be a case of a power struggle between the two of them but more of an exchange of pleasure, a release from the tension of life that was so very sorely needed. Soren rocked his hips, allowing Charles to wantonly push his jeans down further, freeing the entire length of his cock and his balls too as the waistband of his boxers teased down beneath them. The front seat of the car was too small, however, for intimate acts, although Soren grunted deep in the back of his throat as he fumbled to kick open the door on his side, seeing his chance.

Like stealing the car... He couldn't turn back now that he was most of the way through it. At least, that was the part of his mind that was quiet and sensible told himself, the part that tried to be dominant most of the time. But Soren could be so very much more than that when he was allowed, more than a younger accomplice even if he never had thought that he needed to prove himself to Charles in the slightest. No, that wasn't how their relationship worked but it was all the better for him leaning back into the open space behind him, the roar of cars grinding overhead to a false rush hour, Charles' mouth descending as if in another kind of reality to the hardness of his aching shaft.

He'd never before imagined it but maybe, just maybe, it was what had always been meant to happen between them and Charles hungrily sucked Soren's shaft into his mouth, drawing the head right up into the back of his throat. He'd had his fair share of lovers in his time, flings and relationships, but there would never be anything that would compare to tasting a new partner for the very first time, enjoying the thickness and the throb of Soren's cock as he sucked it as deep as he possibly could. He had to force it but he could just about get his nose down into the light hair of the bigger man's crotch if he tried, eyes rolling back luxuriously into his own skull as he bore down with an increasingly urgent need.

Damn... He groaned and thrust his partner back, threatening to tip Soren over the edge of the seat and out of the car entirely even as he clung to the headrest, striving to keep himself in place. Concentrating was a tall order indeed, however, as he fought to maintain his position, the muscles of his abdomen tensing noticeably, although his T-shirt still covered them, at least for the minute. That, however, would not last very long, considering just how hard he'd worked for such a body - it was, perhaps, the very thing that had led to his confidence in such a department! He was not the same in all aspects of his life and he even had a little smirk of his own as he twisted his fingers roughly into Charles' hair, taking advantage of every last bit as he rocked and ground up into his keen mouth.

"Fuck..." Soren swore, clenching his teeth as if he was trying to seal away further words behind them. "Fuck... Your mouth feels good."

And it was good to swear too, to take a step towards that horny openness that would bring their friendship to a whole other level. What would that change bring? Only time would tell but all that mattered in the here and the now was Charles' mouth sucking and pumping along his length, Soren's position not allowing him to thrust quite as he liked. But that was alright, just another kinky note that had him trembling and sweating, inadvertently holding himself back as he yearned to hunch and hunker over his partner in crime (very aptly so) to thrust to a swift and brutal completion.

It would be so easy too, but Charles bobbed his head on his cock, a hand cradling his balls as if he was trying to explore every last bit of his friend's body. There was not all that much pleasure to be derived from having one's balls coarsely massaged but it was primal at its essence, the feeling of something so vulnerable being teased so wonderfully.

"Come on..."

Soren groaned, although it was a trial in itself to get the words out that he wanted to, panting and licking his lips as Charles' own chuckle rumbled around his cock, sending the strangest vibrations up the length. But the man so intent on pleasing him while he took his own pleasure was hardly going to stop, lust heating his body even as he pulled back enough to pump the length, languidly, with one hand.

"You seem pent up," he said, his voice coming off huskier than normal. "Lucky you found me here then, isn't it?"

He couldn't have said what that meant, his rationality well and truly gone as he rumbled what he thought may have been a laugh, rocking his hips into Charles' hand, cock thrusting and throbbing. A bead of pre-cum drooled down the length, milky and desperate for a real man's touch, and Charles wasted no time in running his tongue up the length, catching that drop and suckling it wantonly into his mouth.

And that was enough for Soren who cursed (now that was unlike him) and scrambled back, wrenching his cock from Charles with some difficulty. The backseat, the backseat - that was all he could think about as he scrambled out and around the car, fumbling for a handle that should have been easy to grasp under any normal circumstances. He kicked his jeans down around his ankles as he scrambled in, only thinking about one thing as he grunted for Charles to join him, the dark-haired man's eyes half-lidded with what one could only assume was deeply rooted desire.