Stuck in Traffic

"Fuck, what?" John answered, annoyed that he was stuck in this insane traffic, annoyed that he hadn't seen David in ages and that instead of being there, shagging him senseless up against a wall or into the bed, or over the table....He was here, stuck in the car with half of London between him and a good, no, a great shag.

"Oi, you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth?" Came the voice on the other end.

"No, I kiss you with that dirty mouth." John practically growled into the phone.

"Ooh, Mr. Simm, you sound grumpy, hot, but grumpy." David teased. "And you're late."

"Watched the telly tonight Tennant? Half of fucking London is out here stuck in this mess. Yeah I'm grumpy." John still growling, practically shouting.

"Are you yelling at me John?" David laughed.

"Yeah, I'm yelling at you. And when I get there I'm gonna yell some more, then I'm gonna take that sweet ass of yours any way I can get it and leave you breathless and needy and begging to come for half the night. And then I'm gonna let you come, not right away, but when I do it will be right in my mouth I think. Yeah, in my mouth, and I'm gonna hold it there, hot on my tongue and then you're gonna open up that incredible fucking mouth of yours and take it all." John grunted into the phone, fingers tight on the steering wheel, head thrown back on the rest, eyes closed.

Silence on the other end for a moment, followed by an audible gasp. "And then?"

"Then? Then you're gonna swallow it, every last fucking drop of it right before you get down on your knees and beg to suck me off." There was a crack in John's voice as David moaned into the phone, low and sexy, music to his ears. "Do that again." He said.

The moan was louder this time, vulgar, and the vibration of it went straight to his cock, already straining against the tight fabric of his jeans. He hit speaker, threw the phone on the passenger side and quickly unzipped his jeans, freeing himself so he could grasp hard and hot, feeling David moaning and clenching around him. He pumped hard and fast into his fist, grunting into the phone at David.

"You feel my lips around you? Yeah, that's what you want. Come on, John, fuck my mouth. Grab my hair and pull it, grab my head and make me choke on you. Come on, I can take it. I can take you." David played into the phone, egging John on. "All the way in, John, down my throat. " John was almost there, David knew the sounds, sensed the urgency. "Come for me, John, I want to hear it. Let me hear my name."

"Fuck....David..." John growled out and the line is silent for a moment.

"Both hands on the steering wheel now tiger, want you here in one piece for all those promises." David cooed into the phone before he hung up. John laughed, happy the traffic was starting to let up.