Forgive me if this is a bit shit, I havenāt wrote a full length anything in a while. Itās abt 2.6k words, based on my post the other day abt colt/grace/driver, enjoy and feel free to lmk what you think in the comments or my ask box >0< !!
Ryland never learned to drive, anxiety had gotten the better of him when he was young enough to learn without fear so now he rode his bike everywhere or got the bus or train.
Or when he was reunited with his brother he got Colt to drive him everywhere, calling him at ridiculous hours of the morning because he remembered he needed something for his class asap or he needed to be at xyz for a class field trip.
Heād shove $10-$15 in Coltās hand as a thank you and a subtle acknowledgement of āI know Iām being annoying making you drive me everywhere so hereās some compensationā. Colt of course takes the cash because he needs it for gas or just to contribute to general living costs.
Poor Ryland doesnāt get off so easy when it comes to his other brother. Coltās unavailable to drive him to the craft store thatās miles out of walking distance but Ryland needs to get stuff to fix up the peeling solar system diorama in his classroom so as a last minute resort he picks up the phone and dials his brothers number.
āā¦Hello?ā Came the quiet voice Ryland knew so well.
āCasey hiiii, itās Grace, yāknow, your brother.ā
An audible sigh was heard from the other side of the phone at Rylandās awkward rambling.
āI know. I have your contact saved Ryland. What do you need?ā Driver hummed, fiddling with the toothpick between his teeth
Yeesh, had he always been this straight forward? Had the stunt business really worn Casey down this much? Surely not, Colt was still as happy go lucky as heād ever been. He was probably just overthinking it, he was nervous enough as it was to ask for a ride from him.
Ryland pushed his worries aside and cleared his throat, already slipping his shoes on as he spoke over the phone.
āRight, right. Can you take me to Michaelās?ā He asked, straightening up with a soft groan. āThe craft store, itās too far to walk and Colt is busy at work. Iāll give you cash for gas donāt worryā Ryland rambles, placing his phone down and flicking it to speaker as he shrugged on his fox cardigan.
There was silence from Caseyās and, just the rustling of papers. āDonāt bother with the cash,ā he said eventually. āIāll be there in 5ā he mumbled before hanging up.
Ryland sat outside his apartment complex, watching cars drive in and out as he waited for his brotherās familiar car to pull in. And it didnāt but Casey did, pulled up right in front of Ryland and motioned for him to get in.
Grace made his way round the car and shuffled into the passengers seat. The air of stiff between them, itād been so long since Ryland had seen his triplet.
There was no talking in the car, just the silent hum of the radio that had quickly been switched over from police radio. Weird but Ryland brushed past it. He spent the whole ride trying his best not to ruin the mood, if Casey wanted to talk heād talk.
Ryland spent about 20 minutes wandering the craft store, Driver sat in his car, fingers running over the dashboard of his car, gently running over the air vents like they were some of the most precious things in the world. He flicked them a few times, changing the air direction, a soft smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
āI know..ā he mumbled, pulling his hands away from the air vents and instead he chose to run them along the insides of the steering wheel, circling the gaps with such care.
āNot used to new people riding in you I know. Heās moved yours seats and everythingā Driver says, giving a sideways glance to where Grace had been sitting moments ago. āNo mannersā Casey scoffed a little. He had a lot of love for Ryland, of course he did and yeah heād heard that Colt and Ryland had been messing around. He wasnāt dumb, saw how they teased each other and eyes eachother up. He wasnāt grossed out.
Just jealous heād been left out.
āCanāt believe they thought I wouldnāt find outā he mumbled, gently toying with the buttons for his radio, pressing them half in, spinning the volume dial, āI mean cāmon they were hardly hiding it.ā Driver scoffed, spinning the dials a little harder. āRyland comes back from visiting Colt covered in bites and hickeys that he sucks at hiding and he thinks I wouldnāt notice? Theyāre idiots, both of them.ā
Caseyās hands fiddled, pressing abs spinning, feeling the grooves under the pads of his fingertips. The growing frustration pouring out into his moments and how harsh he pressed and turned till eventually he turned to check out the window for Rylandās return and caught a glimpse of how aggressive he was being with his girl.
āShit, sorry, sorry darlingā he said, pulling away quickly. His hands stilled a few inches away from the controls before he placed a flat palm to them. Softly stroking. āDidnāt mean to take my frustrations out of ya..not like that anywayā he whispered, voice soft and soothing.
āIāll treat you real nice when we go home howās about that? Clean you up, dust in here..ā Driver offered. He opened his mouth to speak again when the door opened and Ryland dropped himself onto the seat like it meant nothing. āSorry that took so long, couldnāt find the colours I needed or the glue and it was just a whole thing.ā Grace smiled, peaking up to look at his brother.
He hasnāt realised it but Casey must have been grimacing from the minute Grace flung himself into the car, hand stilled on the radio. āā¦are you okay?ā Grace asked to which the driver seemed to snap an out of it. āFine. Just be careful with the seats. Sheās delicateā he grumbled, starting the car up again.
Casey shifted a little in his seat, then a little more. He drove in silence again, taking each turn as carefully as he did on the way here. Then he took a right and Ryland watched out the window in confusion. āHey case youāre going the wrong wayā he laughed, looking over at his brother.
Casey didnāt say anything, just kept driving, chewing on the toothpick in his mouth. āDāya hear? Youāre uh- weāve gone the wrong way Caseyā Grace pointed out again, reaching over to tap his brothers shoulder.
āIām not taking you home yet.ā
The rest of the drive was once again silent, Grace watching his surrounds. He lived near enough to hear to get a grasp of what was around him but clearly would rather just be at home relaxing.
His shoulders dropped the minute the car was parked in front of a lake, Casey unbuckled and turned to Ryland like he was expecting him to do the same. So he did. Grace unbuckled, hesitant but he reached over and let it slip out the buckle.
āI know about you and Colt.ā
Those simple words made Rylandās blood run cold. He stopped, all the colour draining from him as he slowly turned to face Casey, he was unable to speak. He knew. He knew that him and Colt had been messing around. No, not messing around, thatās food more than that. He knew that him and Colt had been sleeping together.
āCasey look I- we can talk about this yāknow we can- we can explain just let meā¦let me call Colt and, and we can-ā
Caseyās voice was calm, flat, and almost reassuring. He turned his gaze to Ryland, looking him up and down. Watching Grace squirm about this was the entertaining part, seeing his brother shift and twist in his seat to try and escape the conversation.
āI just have to ask,ā Driver hummed, gently wiping his hand over the lower part of his face before he spoke again, āwhy leave me out?ā
Caseyās question almost eased something in ryland. Not fully, he was still on edge, still worried there was a catch to all of this but he stopped squirming and really looked at his brother. Their eyes met, just for them both to look away seconds later as Ryland stammered out his answer.
āWell..yāknow. Youāve got the..the whole car thing going on.ā
Rylandās voice grew shyer and most soft by the end of his sentence, like he was saying something he wasnāt supposed to know about and by the pure look of horror on his brothers face thatās exactly what heād done.
āWhat car thing? Whatāre you on about?ā He asked, leaning a little closer to Grace. He was being defensive because Grace was right, that much was obvious.
āColt told me. He found a condom in the exhaust pipe of your car.ā Grace mutters, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose nervously. āAnd you..talk about your cars like theyāre real. I mean I saw you through the window earlier, caressing the radio and snapping at me for sitting down to quickly? Case thatāsā¦Iād be hypocritical to say weird since Iām fucking my brother but itās not exactly your everyday activity.ā
Graceās words were gently chosen in hopes to not upset or startle his brother upon him finding out that he knew about him and the car. Casey stayed quiet, toying with the toothpick in his mouth for a good few moments. The silence wasnāt heavy but it wasnāt comforting either, an obvious air of contemplation sat between them. āYou still left me out.ā
Grace nodded, looking out at the lake in front of the two of them. Heād relaxed now, no longer on edge that he was going to lose contact with his brother, the weight of the knowledge he bared also off his chest now. Casey knew. Casey knew that he knew. He wasnāt disgusted, just jealous. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a few crumpled notes. About $20.
Driver looked over at Rylandās outstretched hand, pulling the toothpick from his mouth and placing it in the cup holder. āI told you not to bother with cashā he said, reaching down to his belt. āYou can pay me a different wayā he muttered, unbuckling it and pulling it loose. His gaze drifted up to Ryland, searching for any sign he didnāt want this. Instead of that he watched as Graceās throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His eyes were glued to the fly of his brothers pants, watching as Casey slowly unbuttoned then unzipped.
He resisted the urge to reach other, instead he chose to watch as his brother slowly opened up his fly enough to the bulge in boxers was poking through, his eyes remained glued to the scene in front of him. There was something so erotic about this. Maybe itās because that was his brother or maybe because they were only hidden by the tinted car windows but he couldnāt fight off the excitement at the idea of sucking Casey off. Maybe heād ask him to drive him round more.
Drivers moments were slow and calculated, every peeling back the black fabric of his boxers, letting his cock slide out then slap against his cotton tee. He watched Ryland from the corner of his eye, saw the way he shifted, gently adjusted his jeans and pushed up his glasses. He knew he wanted this. Casey pulled off his white jacket, tossing it into the back and adjusting the seat he was in, he leaned it back a little. āIāll readjust it laterā he muttered, gently patting the car door.
Grace shuffled closer, leaning forward a little then pulling back to look at his brother again. Casey shrugged his shoulder forward as if to say āgo for itā while he leaned back.
Grace shuffled on his seat, leaning forward until he was fully stretched over and hovering just above the leaking tip of Drivers dick, his tongue darted out to taste the salty pre-cum heād been missing out on all this time. Then he licked his lips and slowly took the achy red tip into his mouth, he didnāt go further just swirled his tongue over the most sensitive part of his brother.
Casey watched, eyes half closed as ryland sucked on his tip like he would a lollipop, tongue swirling over it, gently flicking the slit to get any form of reaction out of him. He whimpered, a gently whimper as he gripped onto the grab handle above him. That seemed to satisfy Grace enough to encourage him to push further. Swallowing more and more in while driver runs his free hand over his face to try and keep up his usual demeanour up but he broke the minute he felt rylands nose press against his thigh.
āOh fuckā he bit out, eyes screwing shut. It took everything in his might to not buck up and fuck his brotherās throat, he held the assist grip tight in his hand in an attempt to ground himself. āFuck, fuck, fuck. Jesus Rylandā he muttered, forcing himself to open his eyes to watch as Ryland bobbed his head on him. He seemed so eager, to please him, to show him what heād been missing.
Rylands tongue worked overtime, wrapping around the girth of his cock, licking up the veins and running flat under it. Any added stimulation it could provide it was providing. He looked up at Casey through his lashes and over the skewed frames of his glasses, he felt a deep satisfaction in watching his brother break, seeing his face contort with pleasure heād never seen from Casey before.
Driver groaned again, hips bucking up a little despite how hard he tried. āJesus what has Colt been getting you to do?ā He panted out, reaching down his free hand to caress the back of Graceās head. He damn near lost his mind when Grace pressed down again, further and further till the tip of his dick slipped down his throat a little more. He couldāve cum then and there.
āShit like thatā he panted, pushing him down and holding him there. He saw the brief panic in Rylandās eyes shift into determination while driver held him there. He thrusted up again, just subtly, before letting go and allowing Grace to pull back for a breather. āDid so good thereā Casey praised, swiping his thumb over the drool on Graceās cheek.
The man made a small āhmā noise before diving back down. He moved his head up and down, listening as Casey returned back to the soft whimpers and groans heād been emitting previously. Casey let go of the grip assist, cracking his knuckles from his tight heād been holding on. He moved his hand to the door, caressing the inside of it as he threw his head back to let out a long drawn out moan.
Grace nodded over him in acknowledgment, speeding up his movements and pushing further till he felt the hot spurts fill his mouth. He worked him through his orgasm, licking and flicking his tongue till Casey was pushing at him gently. Grace pulled back, swallowing what was in his mouth despite his better judgment. He grimaced a little but it was all worth it as he watched Casey lay there, chest heaving while he panted.
Drivers hands ran over his face, allowing himself to process what heād just done. The line heād crossed and couldnāt uncross. It felt good. New. Exciting. āYou okay?ā Ryland asked, he was only met with a nod. So he pulled his phone out, snapped a quick pic and sent it over to Colt.
āHe found out about usā
