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Hot Tar and a Hot Night	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hot Tar and a Hot Night
- 2-Chapter Two
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This can't be happening! Snot Rod's motor revved with enthusiasm as Wingo's tongue found its way into his mouth, stopping only to flick away a stray drop of tar that had settled near his lips. His tires scrabbled against Wingo's own until they had locked together in an embrace, which didn't feel nearly as awkward as he expected. The Barracuda had never had an experience like this before, at least not with another male car, but he had long known he was attracted to his fellow tuner. If anyone else from the gang heard about this, he'd have been beside himself with self-consciousness, but he somehow knew that Wingo wasn't about to betray him. There was no doubt that the green car’s heart was into what he was doing now, as he pushed their mouths closer against each other.
"Wingo," Snot Rod sighed deliriously. "How did you ever know I wanted this so badly?" His friend chuckled softly.
"Your glance over at me said it all," he replied, his tongue withdrawing and roving under his bumper. Snot Rod arched in delight, his own tongue sweeping across Wingo's hood, where the purple design meshed with the green. "No offense, but you kind of gave it all away with that look."
I'll give it all away to you now, thought Snot Rod, you just say when. As if reading his thoughts, Wingo pulled back and nuzzled his front bumper, touching the few places he could that weren't heavy with tar.
"You look really fine even with all this stuff on you," he assured his friend. "In fact, it almost resembles a design. Black flames on orange, you should consider it when we get a repaint after we're done paving." Snot Rod was distracted by that possibility, and Wingo took advantage of the moment to lift his tires onto Snot Rod's hood. Rolling forward, he moved upward until his front wheels gripped the sides of the supercharger.
It was apparent what Wingo wanted him to do, and Snot Rod, excited by the weight of his friend if a little stunned by the fast progression of their relationship, nudged forward just slightly. Wingo's engine raced as the Barracuda took him into his mouth and began a rhythmic switching from forward to reverse gear and back again. The green tuner stamped his tires on the ground in what seemed to him like almost a foolish gesture, but he was helpless and his mind entirely overwhelmed with how good his friend was making him feel.
"Yes..." the import hissed, "that's great, just what I wanted." Soon his words broke down into moans, and Snot Rod's mind thrilled as he realized the effect he was having on Wingo, especially since this was all new to him and he'd never had a chance to perfect his technique, or even develop one for that matter. To complicate matters, it had immediately become apparent that Wingo had an exotic piercing, and he wasn't sure how to work around it, so he feathered his tongue around the metal stud, which seemed to please the import exquisitely.
Wingo met Snot Rod's motion with his own, but just as the Barracuda thought his partner was about to hit his peak, the other car pulled away. Before he could worry himself that he'd changed his mind about wanting to be with him, the tuner was gazing into his eyes with an eager smile.
"Would you mind if..." his voice trailed off as he kissed and nuzzled his way along Snot Rod's tar-speckled side, "I take control now?" he finished from behind his rear bumper.
"I don't think I'd mind terribly much, though I'm grateful just to take it this far," Snot Rod managed to say with a laugh, and Wingo lifted himself onto his back end. He knew he shouldn't call attention to the obvious, but something mischievous in him couldn't resist. "I don't suppose you have much of a choice when it comes to that spoiler on your back? It doesn't fold or anything?"
"Nope," laughed Wingo, pressing against Snot Rod. "Not any more than you can wrench that supercharger off your hood. You might have figured out that I wasn't born with this and it's a tuner addition, but unless there's a welding torch around here somewhere, it ain't coming off tonight."
Even as he laughed, the Barracuda stiffened at Wingo's touch, not sure what this would be like even though he wanted it with all his being. It had even been a few years since he'd been with a girl, but Wingo was going to be very different. If he messed everything up, he could find himself out of the gang, or... Snot Rod forced his racing thoughts to calm. Nothing that Wingo had said or done tonight had given him any reason to believe he would betray him or turn against him for giving a lackluster performance. For all he knew, the import hadn't had any more experience in these matters than himself, though he highly suspected otherwise.
Wingo narrowed his eyes in a sly expression that Snot Rod, from the vantage point of his rear view mirror, found adorable. The Barracuda followed Wingo's gaze to a pile of equipment that occupied a far corner, and he felt some apprehension when the tuner lifted himself down off his back, then returned to his side, dragging what looked like a long plank of wood.
"In case you couldn't guess from the piercing, I'm a kinky bastard," laughed Wingo, "so I can't resist this. I won't do anything to hurt you, but," he shoved the spiked tire strip across the floor and between Snot Rod's sets of wheels, "now you're exactly where I want you and you won't dare back up."
Snot Rod laughed nervously, knowing that Wingo wasn't kidding. The spikes would shred his tires if he rolled too far in reverse, but he knew Wingo wouldn't let any real harm come to him. Holding still, he allowed the import to mount him again, his body trembling with anticipation. I'm going to have to be really careful here and move only as much as he wants me to...
Wingo exhaled as he squeezed Snot Rod's side windows with his wheels and slid inside him, painstakingly slowly since he had correctly guessed the Barracuda hadn't done this before. His belly dragged through the tar on the orange car's roof, but he was beyond the point of caring. Anxious about his friend's reaction, he rested to let him grow accustomed to everything, then began moving slowly, delighting in the shivers that he felt from his lover.
"Are you comfortable?" Snot Rod heard him ask, and he was surprised at the tenderness in his voice. The question would have sounded ridiculous coming from anyone else, but as he gave his confirmation he was touched to realize that Wingo was concerned with his partner's feelings and dignity and not merely his own pleasure. Finally, the Barracuda was able to banish, once and for all, his fear that Wingo was only going this far to betray him. As Snot Rod grew used to the sensation, he moved more heartily with Wingo, which only doubled what he was feeling. Behind them, the metal frames of the towing harnesses rested atop each other. The Barracuda wished there had been some way to remove them, but now that he was coupled with Wingo, it almost felt better to be physically secured to his lover.
Though he had given or implied permission for everything that had happened, Snot Rod came to realize that he was incredibly turned on by the control Wingo had exerted over him, right down to the tire strip. He was relaxed as he let Wingo direct what was going on, and his body took him by surprise when he reached his peak.
Wingo was caught off guard by his friend's shuddering and he let out a barely-audible groan as he felt a release of pressure surge through his body a few minutes later. As his engine cooled, he almost didn't want to roll off Snot Rod, so good had the coupling been. He stayed for another moment, hugging the orange car with his tires and relishing the feel of him. Finally Wingo dismounted and nuzzled Snot Rod's bumper, confirming with a sincere smile that he'd had a wonderful experience.
Snot Rod watched as Wingo changed gears yet again and kicked away the tire strip, returning with a pile of rags he'd found. Entirely gentle now, he used them to wipe away as much of the tar as he could reach from Snot Rod's sides. The Barracuda could only gape in surprise at the tender gesture.
"We can't have Boost suspecting anything, can we?" he joked, as he swiped at the tar on his own underside. When both were as clean as the small supply of rags would permit, Wingo settled onto his wheels and beckoned Snot Rod to join him.
"Do you truly think we can keep this a secret from Boost?" asked the orange car, lowering himself down next to his new lover and still not fully believing he had been fortunate enough to have been so close to him. He watched the moonlight from the window reflect off Wingo's rounded curves and his own boxier frame.
"Sure. He may suspect you're into this stuff after today's incident, but he'll get over it. He has no idea of how I've felt about you since we met, and it's better that way," said Wingo, his voice smug, "what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Besides, I know how to deal with him if he ever does catch on, which I doubt he will. Now, how about we turn in for the night? If we can keep him just annoyed enough to be a threat, maybe that tow truck will see to it that we have our own special room here again tomorrow night."
Snot Rod positively glowed as his mind wound itself around the possibility of more nights with Wingo, and he knew they'd started something together that had a lot of promise. Being lovers with Wingo was going to be hotter than all the tar in the world.
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