“Actually, there is something I can teach you right now.” He said suddenly, and looked at Jibran, who was startled, as if he had been pulled out from a dream. “Something that’s not hard to learn, and even would be favourable for both of us.”

Jibran suspiciously narrowed his eyes, and looked at him from head to toe.

 “What is it?”

 “Drive.” Seraing smiled. “I will teach you, how to drive an armored car, so you can help me out when I’m tired. It would make your practical skills better. How about it?”

   Jibran frowned, and looked at the dashboard of the vehicle. It didn’t have an insane amount of buttons and switches, and Jibran wasn’t dumb either. Seraing knew that the doctor CAN drive common cars, so he was already familiar with the basics.

 “Well, okay, but you should give your seat to me.”

 “No, I have to stay,” Seraing said very seriously. “The passenger seat is much further here than in a personal car, I can’t just sit beside you. I have to react in time if you lose control. So just sit on my lap, and follow my movements. Once you’re confident, I will let you drive.”

   Jibran was taken aback, and he looked at Seraing with a new light in his eyes. He swept through Seraing’s face a couple of times with his gaze as if he was trying to catch something there, still a bit suspicious. Seraing tried to show his best innocent-face now, just smiling and reaching out for him, inviting the doctor on his lap.

   The man probably figured out Seraing’s play here – he was not good at making people do things; it was certainly visible, that he had a plan. But then, Jibran’s curiosity overwrote his suspicion, and decided to give in. The pink cover on his face turned red.

   There wasn’t much space to move around; especially since Seraing was sitting in the driver’s seat. It took some moaning and hissing until Jibran pressed himself between the dashboard and Seraing, and sat on his lap. He had to slide back completely, leaning against Seraing’s chest.

 “Put your foot onto mine. And your hand on the wheel.”

   Jibran cleared his throat. This position was already pretty tight. The doctor’s stomach reached the wide wheel a little. He wasn’t able to change position that easily, but as he started to spread his legs, and caught Seraing’s knees between his own, he found the pedals and Seraing’s foot.

   Staying calm never was Jibran’s strong side. Seraing saw his fingers shaking slightly, as he followed his order. Since their faces were also very close, he felt the hotness of the soft skin, and heard the fast-paced breathing.

 “Calm down, my doctor,” Seraing whispered suddenly, and landed a kiss on the neck that already had a layer of goosebumps. “Are you focusing on the wheel?”

   Jibran growled, and his muscles tensed on Seraing. His own body reacted to it immediately – his beloved person’s bottom pressed right onto his crotch, it was difficult not to have any reaction to that – but then he stepped on the gas with Jibran’s feet on his.

   The vehicle growled, and with a big jolt, it started moving again. For they were standing in one place for ten minutes straight at least, the thick air began to descend over the window, forming into mist that had beaded the glass. 

 “Turn on the windscreen wiper.”

   It was right beside the wheel, just like in any car, so Jibran had no difficulties finding it. He quickly pushed the button, and the slider outside the window started to move from top to bottom, cleaning the whole glass. The mist disappeared; they were capable of seeing the land again. Seraing saw the blueness of the distant sky; they were going to reach the milk-like cloud’s edge soon. It was a steady, straight road, without hills or bigger rocks on it – like the flatlands, just in green.

Seraing kept the speed mild, not pushing the pedal too hard.

 “What differences are you seeing now between this car and a regular car?”

   Jibran looked at the control panel. Around the wheel, there were a dozen buttons, while in front of the passenger seat, there were some measurement units, that showed the speed, the elevation from the ground, the weight, the fuel they had left… they had everything, that a personal car had, just in a slightly different division.

   But the most visible difference was closer. Seraing, while he also grabbed on the wheel, putting his hand over Jibran’s shaky fingers, still keeping his eyes on the road. This gave the opportunity to the doctor to observe their equipment a bit more closely.

 “The gearshift… where is it?” He asked at last.

 “It’s this one.” Seraing slid his right hand onto Jibran’s fingers, and used a very light force to wrap them off the wheel. He guided his right hand to the gearshift. It was a lever on the dashboard, and there were three of them. “You slide this over the top for higher speed.” He made Jibran do it. His fingertips stroked the back of Jibran’s hand lightly, feeling the soft skin under them. The warmness of this act crept up on his arm, and didn’t stop until it reached his manhood. He was digging his own grave this time, but he quite enjoyed it. “There are two others – this one…” He showed him the left. “… is for reverse. And the other one… you don’t need that right now. It’s used when we change the elevation of the caterpillars. It’s for different soils. When we leave an area, we push that into the right section.”

   Jibran hummed, and forcibly pulled his hand back, putting it onto the wheel. Seraing smiled, and understanding that Jibran’s hands were very sensitive, he decided to put his own palm… on Jibran’s thighs. The doctor’s knuckles on the wheel suddenly went completely white as he poured too much strength into the grip.

 “What… what areas do we have an elevation level for?” Jibran asked; his voice was raspy and shaky.

 “There are five driving modes in this car.” Seraing continued, breathing his words into Jibran’s ear, which had already turned red, and was very hot. His beloved doctor emitted a light steaminess, and he started to get sweaty – despite the air-conditioner, as Jibran was pressing against him with his whole body, Seraing began to feel increasing heat as well. It was a different kind of heat, but it made him want to take off all of his clothes. Maybe they should’ve done that before they started this lesson. He needed a second to focus back on speaking. “There is one for rocky areas, for sandy areas, for swampy areas, for concrete and our current and casual mode is the forest mode. In this mode, we only encounter plants and small rocks on solid soil. The main difference between these is that the maximum speed limit will be lower or higher depending on the ground. And that the shock absorber’s level is different.  For now, it’s not that sensitive, but still allows us to move smoothly. It’s possible to turn off the shock absorber manually in this driving mode, or change the sensitivity level. Do you want to see what happens, if I turn it off?”

Jibran already shook in his entire body, but he gulped for hearing this.

 “No.” He said almost in fear. “I know what would happen… The whole car would shake. Heavily… right?”

 “Correct.” Seraing proudly nodded, and to celebrate the good answer, he kissed Jibran’s sweet spot on his neck.

 “Seraing…” Jibran hissed at him, sucking the air between his teeth that made his words a bit weak. “… I’m stone-hard. Stop.”

 “You came here for my attention in the first place, didn’t you?” Seraing just casually said it, while his hands started to stroke Jibran’s legs. He still kept his eye on the road the whole time, and it was still him, who stepped on the gas and the break; they just went straight ahead. The wiper on the window was still moving vertically, making the glass clean, but it started to get misty inside.

 “I came here because I wha… I was worried for you.” Jibran’s voice cracked; it always happened when he tried to hide something. Or it could be because Seraing slid his right hand on the doctor’s crotch daringly. “Dh… do you really think that my morals are THAT low? Do you think, I don’t care… for your well-being?”

 “That’s not it. But… My love… since we left the base a few days ago, we had sex at least two times a day, every morning and every evening, and sometimes even in the daytime.” Seraing said with a wide grin, absolutely satisfied to feel the hard member under the stretching fabric. It already had a wet spot around the head. “Yesterday you were sulking at night, and today we had none as well. Would that be really outrageous from me to think that you’re thirsty?”

 “You haven’t complained when we did it.” Jibran’s comeback wasn’t very sharp, for he tried to hold back his moan, when Seraing massaged him a few times.

 “I’m not complaining now either.” Seraing admitted it. Shameless, his fingers began to unzip Jibran’s pants. “I’m just saying. I expected you to miss it already.”

 “… Okay, I miss it, I totally miss it, you’re right, I want you so badly, I can’t think clearly because of it, I wanted to have sex already, and I wanted your attention, but I really was worrihhh…” The doctor’s jabbering, blurring words died away, and ended up in a whimper when Seraing took him out. He was indeed stone-hard. Seraing fingers slid down, then got back to the tip. He used the pre-juices that Jibran had produced to make his own fingers more slippery. In the meantime, he looked out on the windscreen, splitting his attention between driving and jerking off Jibran.

 “See, that is what it takes,” Seraing said in a deeper tone. He noticed that Jibran liked to hear his voice that way, especially when he was whispering to him. His beloved doctor writhed on his lap, pushing his hip forward, and his limbs jerked with his manhood. “Just say it, and you get it.”

 “Sh-Seraing…” Jibran panted heavily.

 “Hm?”

 “… I want you to turn off the shock absorber…”

Seraing quietly laughed.

 “Hold on. There is a better way to use that feature. But I have to prepare you first.”

 “No… just come in,” Jibran answered hurriedly.

 “That’s not happening.” Seraing was ready with the answer. This was not the first time Jibran was so impatient that he wanted him to do him without preparation.

 “I can take you.”

 “You can’t. You can’t even take Sera Jr without preparation and lube.”

 “You…” Jibran whimpered, as Seraing suddenly pulled his skin up – gently but firmly. The blond man gasped for air. “Please… please, Seraing…”

 “Lift yourself.” Seraing ignored his plea, but Jibran didn’t hesitate for a second. He pressed his legs onto Seraing’s, and made his hip elevate just a bit. It was enough for the younger man to grab the pants, and pull them down halfway to Jibran’s thighs.

   The doctor fell back on him, and moaned. His head also dropped onto Seraing’s shoulder, offering his arching neck, but he had to focus his eyes on the road. His left hand slid down, lifting the testicles, which had cramped in his palm for a moment… then with his right, he reached the entrance, which was already moving slightly in pleasure, when his index finger touched it.

   Seraing’s eyes got a little bit misty as a sudden wave of lust ran through him, making his own body jerk once. Jibran squeaked when he noticed.

 “I want to touch you.” He confessed immediately.

 “You have to hold the wheels now, sunshine. I have my hands elsewhere.”

   Jibran complained with another moan. But only until Seraing started to circle around his opening because then he gasped for air. Using his partner’s fluids, Seraing once again made sure that his finger was slippery enough before he pushed it deeper with every circle. As he crossed the tight muscles, and entered the narrow walls, Jibran moaned again. He tilted his hip instinctively to give Seraing a better position. Or just wanted his finger to go deeper already.

   Maybe it was indeed not the very best idea to invite Jibran on his lap and have sex like this. Seraing still had a clear mind; he still was able to concentrate on the outside world. But because he poured his energy into focusing on that, he couldn’t pay attention to his reactions as he usually did.

   The wiggling body in his arms, Jibran’s moans and the feeling of that hungry opening heated the younger man up. His saliva gathered under his tongue, and he wanted to go in so badly that he unwillingly began to finger Jibran faster. He didn’t say or show it, but he also missed their intercourses already. It was easy to get used to something that was this good. And Jibran was right. There were no restrictions anymore. So, Seraing had to keep his patience, or else they would never reach the sea… But he couldn’t keep it in all circumstances anymore.

 “I’m ready.” Jibran whimpered soon, moving his hip in the same rhythm as Seraing moved his fingers – he had three inside now – and he would’ve disagreed at any other time.

But…

Seraing gave in to it.

   He freed himself – he was just as hard if not harder than Jibran, enduring the pressure and the clothes around his penis for this long in the situation. He was throbbing very fast, and even crossed his mind that he might not even make it until his doctor ejaculates. He hoped it wouldn’t happen. He liked to come after Jibran.

   Sliding into that narrow space was still wild without lubricant. The walls stressed around him, and gripped him so hard that for a second Seraing couldn’t even move. He heard the sharp panting from Jibran, he saw the shaking fists on the wheel, and felt the push on his foot by his partner, as he tried to release his pain and frustration by straining his muscles.

 “Relax,” Seraing said quietly. His right hand found the somewhat limped manhood, pumping up again with a few pulls. Then, he reached out for the dashboard, and while he was still staring forward, he gradually changed the sensitivity of the shock absorber, until it was off.

   Even in the casual mode, turning off that function was already very visible and tangible change: they immediately ran over a root or a small bump, and Jibran jumped on him a few millimetres.

   Seraing got a blank mind for a second; he lost his sight by the pleasure, but also felt pain, because of the pressure of the doctor’s body. He heard Jibran’s cry when he bounced on him. Both of them breathed shallowly, but Seraing collected himself faster than Jibran.

   They continuously jolted and bounced, it seemed like the pace was increasing between the bumps. The time to regain his calmness ran out faster; Seraing growled with Jibran, feeling the rapidly increasing tension in his body.

   Their movements had been completely taken over by the roughness of the road below them. Because the two of them seated themselves at the same spot, and their free space was very thin, they couldn’t jump up too high, but it was more than enough for them to not be able to resist the intense merging of their bodies. Seraing couldn’t retreat and Jibran couldn’t stop moving on him, it was inevitable and uncontrollable. It was too much. Seraing somewhat wished to reduce this momentum, but there was no way to do that.

   At some point, he just noticed that he was pressing the pedal to the metal, and they’d sped up quite a lot, which made him freeze for a second. The hotness of their jointing bodies reached his brain, and the longing for the pleasure and relief misted his thinking, perhaps… He didn’t know since when they were going so fast. Immediately, he took his foot back, making the car slow down.

   But then Jibran got used to his size, and his moans started to come from a deeper place. Seraing felt the vibration; he lost focus again for a second. The tone of his pleading voice as he was calling him to move was filled with steam – Seraing shivered by it. A sudden rush of hotness and electricity ran through his spine, and made him extremely hard, forcing a growl out of him, and unintentionally bent forward, pushing Jibran to the wheel.

   Seraing grabbed the wheel as well, gripping on his last remaining sanity to watch the rushing scenery in front of them, but the window started to get steamy – they both panted onto the glass, which was cooled by the air-conditioner. Seraing felt like his mind was the same: he had to force himself every single second, not to look away from the blurry road, and not try to look at Jibran, who was hungrily stirring under him.

   While both leaning forward, hanging on the wheel, Seraing’s hip started to thrust forward in the violent shaking. He lost his breath, and almost didn’t even hear the pleasureful scream of his partner – his focus broke. He couldn’t ignore the too-narrow and too-vividly-pulsating embrace around him. It sucked him even deeper in this posture. The air around them felt humid, his neck was damp and his crotch was also damp, but none of it matched the hotness of Jibran’s body.

   He couldn’t think of anything anymore, slowly losing his sight too. He thought, he should stop the car, and just finish Jibran by himself, but he had no energy for that, and the idea slipped out of his head immediately. He was locked into his own fast, short but strong movements. Go in and out, as Jibran cried to him to do…

   He knew his orgasm was coming, yet it did very unexpectedly: just in a fraction of a second, his body suddenly jerked forward. He bit into Jibran’s shoulder, muffling his own scream which made his throat hurt. The fast throbbing sensation in his penis made him lift his hip up, and push into Jibran one last time before he reached his peak. It was beautiful, he lost connection with everything, and only felt this intense sensation under his skin, the cramping of his body, almost splitting open his muscles and bones with pleasure.

   He sat back when Jibran started to move back and forth; now he was sliding smoothly, as he was filled with Seraing’s seed. Seraing’s hearing dulled, but he still noticed the wet splashing sounds, and the impatient movements on his sensitive member made him tremble.

   Jibran growled his name and, arching backwards, he pressed to his chest. His walls gripped on Seraing painfully tightly.

   He immediately took his foot off of the pedals. The armored car stopped too quickly with a hard jolt, and they fell backwards to the seat – it was like as if their skeleton could jump out from their bodies all of a sudden.

   Seraing closed his eyes, and held his lover with both of his arms, as the doctor leaned to him completely limped, and violently shaking in his entire body, gasping loudly, almost crying. Seraing felt powerless and shaky too; the sweat that he didn’t really notice under his clothes cooled down on him, and started to stick and smell. He had no strength to lift even his eyelids, and just sank into his orgasm. As if Jibran’s ass sucked all of his power out of him, and it was probably right.

   He didn’t know how long they were in this position, while they waited for their breath to catch up. Seraing, still closing his eyes, just tilted his head to Jibran’s, their ears pressed to each other, and it was very comfortable. Holding Jibran’s relaxed body on his was very comfortable. Feeling his warmness and the heartbeat in his chest was also very comfortable. Seraing rubbed his nose to the damp neck.

   Jibran moved first; he tried to lift his lower part, probably feeling numb with his wide-spread legs, which were embracing Seraing’s knees. But then a hissing sound came, and the younger man felt when he slipped out of his beloved’s body. There was a squelchy noise, and the doctor once again gasped for air. Seraing sensed the dripping of his own pleasure-fluid after the doctor sat back on his crotch.

 “Sorry… hurts?” He asked with a weak voice.

 “Uh…” Jibran’s tone was much higher than usual. “A little.”

 “We should’ve used the lube.”

 “No.”

 “Stubborn.”

He lazily turned his head to kiss Jibran’s jawline.

 “I can’t stand up.” His doctor said; his words were shaking with his legs.

 “I will take care of you in a second… just let me gather my strength. Very cosy this way, I don’t want to move.”

 “You liked it?”

 “What kind of question is this?” Seraing murmured, and continued to rub his nose to Jibran. “Who else do you think did cum inside you?”

 “You really are a pervert.”

   Seraing faintly smiled, and finally looked up, feeling drowsy suddenly. And hungry, and thirsty too. Then, maybe his silence made the doctor worried, but he added:

 “I love it.”

Seraing giggled, making Jibran’s shiver again.

 “What do you think, sunshine, can you take the wheel from me?” He asked. “I want to eat something… this time I mean food. Do you get it how the car works?”

 “Yeah… I guess… but…”

 “But?”

Jibran didn’t answer, and Seraing was a bit too blank-minded to think about it.

 “What’s the matter, sunshine?”

 “… I have to use the toilet. Urgently.”

 “You said, you don’t need to.” Seraing reminded him, but he got a “Tsk” for it.

 “That was before… before you tried to destroy my bladder. Be glad I didn’t piss all over the driver’s cabin.”

Seraing smile became a grin, but he didn’t hurry to take Jibran out of his lap.

 “I don’t care if you do. That could happen at any time while I’m inside you.” He said calmly. Jibran nervously laughed.

 “I mean, I don’t mind having such experience with you to make me piss myself while we’re at it, but I still don’t think it should be happening in the car. Silly boy. So… so can you… help me out of here? I really have to go… and I would like to wash myself before I drive. It’s a bit uncomfortable sitting like this…”

 “Such a shame I already have to let you go.” Seraing sighed.

 “Not long ago you were so adamant about not stopping before we reach the ocean.” Jibran’s voice was a bit sarcastic now. “Now, you want to stay here forever?”

   Seraing just giggled, not giving an answer, then finally began trying to move Jibran. It wasn’t easy to hold him up when there was almost no space, so he had to put him onto the other seat for a while, got up himself – his legs were numb and very slow – then once again picked his beloved person up, and carried him outside of the driving cabinet.

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