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The wind was strong and cold. The road was slippery and busy, packed with rumbling cars coming home from late night shifts. Rain rolled down Jake’s windshield, his wipers working hard to keep the raindrops out of his view.
Jake’s headlights blared down the glowing highway, countless other cars passed him with blinding lights, but Jake had his mind on one thing.
Albert.
Albert had sent Jake a text not even five minutes ago. No grammar, no punctuation, just pure desperation in lowercase letters.
“jske i cant dribe please pick me uo”
God fucking dammit, man.
Jake didn't even have his license. He was only on his L's, which meant he wasn't allowed to drive on his own, not in the dark, and especially not on a busy, slippery highway way past his curfew.
What was he thinking?
But Jake wasn't thinking, that’s the thing, not when his best friend was stranded at some house party with no way home.
The thing is, Albert didn't drink often. He was the type of guy to smoke instead, or if he was in a nice mood, maybe shove a glass of water into someone's hand—not get wasted on some Friday night. Jake couldn't even remember the last time he saw Albert drink socially.
Jake glanced over at the rearview mirror; behind him, cars with bright, blaring headlights followed, seating exhausted people behind wheels who were probably driving home from work. Water sipped underneath the tires of Jake’s car as he drove steadily along the highway.
Every streetlight felt like a countdown; the party was only a few more minutes away, but for Jake, it felt like an hour. The car continued to hum, too smooth for how fast he was going, but he didn't slow down.
The house Jake pulled up at was some two-story rental, littered with beer cans out the front and grass that looked a little overgrown. A few people still gathered on the porch despite it being nearly four in the morning—someone was throwing up, someone was just standing on the grass (high out of their mind), and a couple were making out against the fence like they were in some cheesy teen movie from 2002.
Jake stopped along the curb, blocking the driveway, more focusing on trying to see if Albert was outside yet.
Yep.
And there Albert was, sitting cross-legged on the porch steps, a beer can in his hand and a painting-like expression on his face. Jake stared for a moment, just waiting.
Albert noticed him, which Jake was glad about because he wasn't about to get out and walk over to him in the rain. Though, Albert was drenched, which meant Jake’s passenger seat was also about to get drenched very soon. Great.
Albert smiled—a crooked, wobbly smile strung across his face as he stumbled along the footpath to Jake’s car, dropping his beer can in the process. His hair was wet, sticking to his skin like it was patted down with glue—parted weird and greasy looking from the rain. His hoodie was soaked too, the tops of his shoulders were darker than the cuffs of his sleeves.
"Get in." Jake spoke as he rolled down the window, specks of water hit the seat before Albert even opened the door. Albert stood outside, eyes bleary and glossy as he looked at Jake. That stupid smile was still stuck on his face like the wind had changed directions.
"Didn’t think,” Albert hicced. “You were gonna show up." he slurred, mumbling against the alcohol that had clouded his brain.
"Of course I’d fuckin' come and get you, man," Jake grumbled, sighing, leaning over and opening the door for him. "You woke me up in the middle of the night." Jake continued his small rant, but Albert wasn't listening. Obviously he wasn't listening, he was too busy staring like a deer in headlights.
Albert proceeded to try to climb into the car, slipping over as he sat down. The door thunked closed next to him as he leaned back into the seat. Albert had mumbled something, but Jake didn't catch it. He didn't exactly care at this point.
What he did care about was that god awful stench of alcohol and vomit that clung to Albert’s aroma. It smelt like beer, and vodka, and fucking throw-up (which was the worst part).
"God, you seriously stink, dude." Jake scrunched up his face, leaning away from Albert who gave him a confused look, an eyebrow raised as he sniffed himself.
"You’re fuckin’ lying, dude, I don't smell anything." Albert confessed, looking even more confused when Jake started to roll down the window on his side.
"Yeah, ‘course you don't." Jake scoffed, looking in the rearview before pulling out from the curb and back onto the road.
"Put your seatbelt on, I'm not getting pulled over because of you." Jake said quietly, noticing that Albert was now messing around with the radio and trying to connect his phone up to the Bluetooth. He was failing miserably. "Just use my phone." Jake grabbed his phone from his pocket and tossed it into Albert’s lap. A few seconds later, music started to play from the speakers.
Albert fumbled with his seatbelt next, took him a solid thirty seconds just to find the buckle, finally clipping it in just as they pulled up to a red light.
Jake tried, y'know. He really did. He tried not to look, forced himself to keep his eyes on the road, trying not to see too much in his peripheral vision… How Albert’s collarbone jutted under the stretched neck of his dark washed hoodie, or how the waistband of his boxers could be seen now that Albert had retracted his seat, leaning back comfortably—tired. His lips were redder than normal, and his face flushed a light red from the alcohol.
Jake cursed at himself to look straight, to keep his eyes on the road as his hands gripped the steering wheel like he'd die if they were any less tight.
Neither of them said anything for a while. Just the sound of the engine, the faint click of the blinker, and the lyrics from a Tyler, The Creator song could be heard. Yonkers.
Albert lolled his head to the side, slowly, eyes trailing Jake’s side before stopping at his eyes. A pretty pair drained with lack of sleep.
"Jake," Albert muttered, all slurred and tangled within his throat like he was going to throw up. Jake ignored Albert at first, he wasn't about to give in to the weird seduction in Albert’s voice. "Jake." Albert repeated himself, more sternly, a little louder.
"What." Jake said, his tone annoyed and tired. Because, yeah, he was tired. Albert had woken him up at three thirty four in the morning just to make him drive illegally down two highways to come pick him up.
"I think I'm gonna throw up."
"What?" Jake looked over at him, eyes wide and worried. "Don't you dare fuckin' throw up in my car, man!" Jake exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes flicked back to the road, then back at Albert.
"Pull over." Albert sat up, holding a hand over his mouth. Jake flicked his right blinker on and began to pull off the road, tires crunching under the dirt and small rocks as he slowed down.
Albert grabbed the door handle and nearly swung it off its hinges, climbing out and nearly tripping over twice in the process. The door hit his side with the recoil from his swing as he stepped out and collected his balance before heaving right back over and throwing his guts up.
The sounds made Jake wince, scrunching his nose up as he looked away.
Albert’s breath was heavy. Cut short from when he felt the pressure in his throat before bowing over and vomiting. The smell was worse now.
Jake got out of the car, hesitanting to walk over to Albert’s side. He stood just next to the front tire for a moment, watching in disgust as Albert wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie, which was now covered in his own vomit.
"You are not getting back in wearing that." Jake crossed his arms, watching carefully as Albert propped himself upright, still breathing like he just ran a marathon with no finish line.
"What? Dude, seriously?" Albert queried, his eyebrows furrowed down and confused. Jake flicked his eyes down to the watery-green stain on Albert’s hoodie sleeve, then back up to Albert’s face. "It's cold."
"I don't care if it's cold, dude, take it off!" Jake started, his rant just beginning now. He stepped closer, the smell hit his nose quicker than he wished. "You got vomit on your sleeve and you're not getting in my car with it."
"Oooh," Albert hummed in a half-assed mocking tone. His cold, trembling lips curved into a smirk as he snaked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans. "You want me to take these off too?"
"Albert, what the fuck."
"Just kidding!" Albert held his hands up in front of him, smiling before pulling his hoodie over his shoulders and up off his body.
Albert didn't have a shirt underneath, leaving his bare chest on display as the rain pattered down his soft skin.
Jake stared.
For fuck sake, of course he was staring. He couldn't tear his eyes away even if he wanted to.
Albert seemed to notice, even in his drunken state, he realised Jake was staring, eyes glazing over his raindrop spotted chest and abs. Albert stared directly into Jake’s eyes, waiting for him to notice that he had caught on.
"You're staring." Albert broke the silence, the pouring rain now added an ambience that neither of them wished for. Jake quickly snapped his eyes up and towards Albert’s face, which abruptly put him off his game.
"I wasn't staring," Jake added in defense—fuel to the fire—but Albert knew Jake was just churning for an excuse. "Why would I be staring?" Jake’s rather large bite to the words hit. Not mean or aggressive, just too defensive for his own good.
"How should I know?" Albert shrugged, failing to keep his face unreadable, lips curving into a smirk as he watched Jake become a little flustered. "You like what you see?" Albert lolled his head to the side, making Jake step back a foot, avoiding eye contact.
"Dude, what?" Jake’s eyes widened, "No, gross." He alleged, crossing his arms tighter which made him look closed-off and embarrassed. "Albert, you've had too much to drink, get in the car."
"What if I don't wanna?" Albert asked, all cocky and running off the last bit of whatever was in his system.
"Then you can walk home," Jake furrowed his eyebrows, getting impatient and annoyed now. "How about that?" he added again, the pissed tone in his voice now prominent and agitated.
"You'd really leave me and make me walk home all alone in the pouring rain?" Albert frowned, pouting as he pushed the car door closed, leaning back on it after hearing it slam shut. "You wouldn't do that."
Albert was right, Jake wouldn't do that. He wouldn't leave Albert alone anywhere while he was drunk and probably delirious too. Jake cared too much, and he hated that.
"Get in the car." Jake said, quiet and low, turning in his heels and walking back to the car door on the other side, opening it quickly and hopping back inside.
Albert stood in the rain for a moment longer, just thinking. If you could even call it that. It's hard to think clearly when your mind is fogged up with liquor.
The car door opened with a tug, the cold air breezing through the open space. Albert sat down, leaning back into the seat, tossing his hoodie on the backseat.
Jake started the engine, but he didn't put his foot on the pedal. He sat there, hands on the steering wheel, just staring, nowhere in particular.
"Y'know," Albert started, hesitantly, like he didn't really know what he was going to say. Jake glanced over at him, his gaze now less agitated, more admirable. "I like it when you're mad."
“It’s hot.”
"What'd you say?" Jake asked, except he knew exactly what Albert had said.
"I said–"
"I heard what you said, Albert." Jake cut Albert off once again, thinking, mind spiralling.
"Then why did you ask what I said?" Albert raised an eyebrow, his lips pursed and red and now Jake couldn't stop staring at them.
Jake didn't know what to say. Hell, what was he supposed to say? Being back in the car was making him claustrophobic.
Jake didn't even get the chance to put the car in drive before Albert reached over and placed his hand on his thigh. He didn't even realise that he was moving before it was too late.
"Albert, what are you doing?" he asked, in obvious shock when he felt Albert’s hand tense and squeeze.
"I want you." Albert mumbled, his cheeks now a faint shade of red. He tugged on Jake’s shorts, feeling the fabric between his fingertips like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
"What?" Jake whispered, barely anything more than a mutter. His leg was now bouncing, and it didn't help that Albert had started to move his hand higher.
Jake felt his body respond to the touch, the pressure in his gut bubbled like it was heating up. And it was.
"I wanna go home, man, let me drive." Jake was about to push Albert’s hand away, but when he looked down, Albert’s was already trailing a finger along the waistband of his shorts.
"You're warm." Albert smiled, lips wobbly and pretty and Jake really wished he'd quit glancing at them because that definitely wasn't helping either of them in this situation.
"Well, yeah, dude, I'm not the one half naked and drenched in rain." Jake replied, giving up on the fact that he still wasn't driving off, knowing that the clock was ticking before his Dad realised he had snuck out.
"You're the one who wanted me to take my hoodie off." Albert insisted, even if he was wrong, he would still try to say it like he was right. Maybe he was right. "You wanted to see me shirtless." he added, watching Jake start to squirm, his face heating up by the second.
"Jesus, man," Jake shut his eyes for a moment, a shiver climbed its way up his spine as Albert trailed one of his fingers along his v-line; tingling down Jake’s back and straight to his dick. "How much did you actually drink?" he asked, trying to act like he wasn't getting turned on by this.
"Not much." Albert lied, so obviously—because if he didn't have much to drink he definitely wouldn't be acting like this.
"Didn't realise you were a lightweight." Jake laughed, biting the inside of his lip, any harder and it'd probably start to bleed. Albert didn't catch on to the now awkward atmosphere, and honestly, Jake slowly started to warm up to it.
"Didn't realise how fuckin’ hot you are." Albert stated, almost like he wanted to take it back, more out of embarrassment than a lie. Albert wasn't lying.
"Dude, don't say that shit." Jake shut down, flustered and shy due to the praise. Was it praise if the person saying it was drunk? Probably. Again, if so, that didn't help.
Jake realised he wasn't getting help, it was just him and Albert in the car.
"Why?" Albert asked, pouting, his hand rising ever so slightly as it palmed Jake’s hard on. "I'm telling the truth." he flicked his eyes down, now finally noticing the damage he was doing. It wasn't damage, Jake didn't exactly mean to react this way, but he started to feel a little at ease with it, even if it'd ruin their friendship afterward.
That is if Albert even would remember this happening at all in a few hours.
"It's weird, dude, stop." Jake sighed, except… he didn't want Albert to stop. If Albert stopped, Jake would be left with being half hard and all worked up over some hand placement and friction that was probably accidental.
"Dude, you're the one making it weird." Albert moved his hand again, pressing down, feeling Jake’s boner prominently under the fabric of his shorts.
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?" Jake blurted, eyes wide, still trying to process if this was from the alcohol or from the sheer fact that Albert was just horny because of the alcohol.
And honestly, he didn't care anymore.
"Please." Albert begged, his voice whiny and desperate.
Fuck.
First time for everything, I guess.
"No, Albert, I need to get you home." Jake shut him down. Deep down, despite wanting to give in and let Albert kiss him, to feel his lips on his, to make this go further than he'd expected with Albert’s hand down his shorts, stroking him. Would that even happen?
"I don't wanna go home." Albert protested, pouting, furrowing his eyebrows. "I wanna kiss you." he muttered after, quieter.
Jake sat there, still, his erection bubbling inside his stomach, making his mind think of things he'd never thought of in his life.
"If I let you kiss me, will you stop being gay and let me drive?" Jake sighed, shifting underneath Albert’s palm which was very much still in his lap, palm grinding down on the throbbing erection below it.
"Okay." Albert smiled, already leaning in, feeling Jake’s breath hot and jagged on his face.
"Okay..." Jake whispered, mainly to himself, but still out loud like it'd change what was about to happen. Part of Jake thought that this was some really weird, fucked up wet dream, like he'd wake up in his bed with cum splattered in the insides of his boxers.
Albert kissed him.
Nope, definitely not a wet dream.
His lips were warm, and soft, and everything Jake had expected them not to be. Kissing Albert felt like heaven, as cringe as that sounded. As soon as Jake felt Albert’s hand cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, Jake knew it was all over for him.
Jake shifted under Albert’s hand, feeling the pleading itch scale its way down his spine and sit right at his crotch, begging for a release. But Jake wouldn’t beg, not yet at least.
Albert opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, tasting Jake on his tongue every second he decided not to pull away.
Jake moaned quietly, a whiny hum escaping his throat as he felt Albert’s tongue slide against his. He closed his eyes tighter until they hurt, not planning on opening them, letting the darkness behind his eyelids paint a picture for himself.
Albert pulled at the waistband of Jake’s shorts, his fingers curling inside. Jake propped himself higher, almost instantly. His boxers were soaked where the head of his cock strained, a small patch of precum soaking through as the cotton fabric dyed darker, leaving nothing up to the imagination.
Albert pulled Jake’s boxers down, opening his eyes just a squint so he could hold Jake’s cock the way he wanted, grasping his fingers around the sensitive skin, feeling each vein as he started to stroke his hand.
Jake moaned again, this time louder, his throat lusty and tight, not daring to pull away from the kiss. Too good, too perfect.
Jake bucked his hips up, back arching as blood rushed to his erection. Albert continued to stoke Jake’s dick, up and down in an impatient motion, like this situation would slip away from him if he slowed down.
“Ah.. Albert..” Jake mumbled, whimpering Albert’s name again when he pulled away, gasping in a breath before leaning in again and resting their foreheads together.
Jake’s hum was broken and cracked, he kept his eyes sealed closed, not wanting to make anything awkward if he opened them. Albert couldn’t get himself to shut his, seeing Jake react like this was something he longed for right in this moment. He’d never really thought about it until now.
Albert ran a fingertip over the slit of Jake’s cock, causing him to squirm and whimper. Albert didn’t bother to keep himself clandestine, he knew he’d grow quite fond of it if he heard it again.
Picturing Jake under him, above him, on him, anything. Everything. The pleading want and need to have Jake in every single way, hoping that this would happen again, and again, and again.
Was it pure lust? Maybe. Did Albert want this to turn into love? Also maybe. He didn’t dwell, assuming in his drunk state that the outcome wouldn’t be what he wanted. Right now, he just wanted Jake to cum.
Albert flicked his finger over Jake’s tip again, getting another one of his perfect, pretty whimpers to slip. The sound had Albert dancing around it in his head once again. So amazing to him, so cherishable. So addicting.
“Albert, please.” Jake whined, low and quiet like a whisper, letting his moans fill every crevice of his car—loudly. Albert liked it, liked every single second of it. “Please, please…” Jake began to beg, holding his hand now on Albert’s bicep, not wanting to let go.
This was supposed to be a quick kiss, hypothetically.
Both Albert and Jake knew that the second their lips met, it definitely wouldn’t end with a peck and driving back home in silence. No, of course not, you’d be stupid to think that.
Jake’s body tensed as he came, hard and vocal, his moans airing out the car, echoing in the small space.
Leading Jake past his release, Albert didn’t stop just yet.
Albert was still hard, but honestly, he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Jake off, letting him feel good for a moment. Jake didn’t yet realise that, but when he inevitably would, Albert hoped he’d appreciate it.
“Oh, God.” Jake hummed, whimpering one last time as Albert finally let go, letting Jake lean back in his seat. Albert reached to the backseat for his hoodie, wiping the cum that had landed on his hand on the semi-dry fabric. He hoped he’d remember to throw it in the washing machine when he gets home.
Would he remember this in the morning? Albert sure hoped so.
“You’re still hard.” Jake asked through his panting, glancing down and seeing the prominent tent still throbbing in Albert’s jeans.
“Don’t worry about it.” Albert muttered, throwing the hoodie onto the backseat and clipping his seatbelt on.
“Jesus, man.” Jake sighed, exhausted and even more tired. He knew he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, not after what just happened.
Leaning back in his seat, Albert’s eyes wandered to look out the window, seeing the sun start to rise from behind the mountains and trees made him feel punch-drunk.
“...Fuck.”