#drivermarch

Unlike Driver, Holland didn’t put much thought into maintaining his car. It was a far nicer car than anything else he’d ever owned, but he got it once he worked as a PI. He had gotten it at a reduced price from a car dealer he’d done a job for, and combined with the incredibly lucrative payout he got from discovering the man’s wife had been cheating, it was hard to say no. Holly actually seemed to like his car most days, said it gave her some bragging rights at school that her dad drove a nice car (she then played the very masterful game of dodging questions regarding his job). Whenever it needed repairs, Holland would go to a garage and stare blankly at the mechanics as they tried to explain what had gone wrong. Holland usually prided himself on being more clever than he looked, but when it came to cars? Holland March truly was clueless and could do little more than nod and hand over whatever was due. Driver becoming a part of Holland’s life meant no more trips to those garages, and almost every repair was done at home.

Driver could tell if something was wrong with Holland’s car like it was a sixth sense, his fingers smoothing over the dashboard sometimes as he murmured to Holland that he would work on the car once they were back at the house. Today was one of those days, Holland flipping through crumpled bills in his hand as Driver tapped the wheel. “...The ignition was off earlier. I’ll fix it when we get home,” Driver explained, Holland turning with slightly wide eyes as his cigarette dangled from his lips. “Okay, how do you actually do that? The car’s been running fine, how-” “You can just tell after a while,” Driver cut off, smiling over at Holland as he turned the corner. That little smile was enough to make Holland’s cheeks flush with color and forget his complaints, Holland finishing his cigarette before tossing it out of the window and focusing on the houses that passed them by.

Once the car pulled into the driveway, Holland squeezed Driver’s arm with a smile. “I’ll be inside working on dinner for us and Holly. If you need me, just give a shout. Or like- knock on the window. Somethin like that.” Holland explained, Driver offering a sweet smile as Holland kissed his cheek and went inside. Driver went over to the garage and tugged the door up with a soft grunt, his expression easing at the familiar environment. Driver moved around the space with ease, grabbing the toolbox and dolly from the corner and dragging them out towards the car. It made Driver just a bit jealous that Holland could afford a car like this, although Holland’s explanation of where the car came from made it a little easier to understand how he could get it. Although Driver was pretty much the only person who used the car at this point, so he supposed it all worked out in the end.

Driver was elbow deep under the car hood when he heard Holland’s voice next to him. “Doll, dinner is going to get cold. Which I don’t recommend trying; I don’t think there is a single world that makes cold meatloaf even remotely appealing.” Holland explained, smiling lazily when he got Driver to pop his head out from inside the car and saw the way his eyes crinkled with a smile. Driver’s smile was damn near contagious lately, showing itself whenever they were off the clock, and Holland thought it was maybe the closest he’s ever had to a spiritual awakening. Driver hummed before he motioned to the hood of the car. “My hands are all dirty… and I’m not done.” Driver explained, his hand waving lazily towards the toolbox as he looked back inside the engine. “Just gotta replace the spark plug, and then test the ignition to make sure we’re done here.” Driver murmured, and Holland stepped closer without hesitating to pick up the small toolbox. “Well- why don’t I pass you whatever doodads you need so you can wrap this up faster?” Holland offered, rolling his eyes a bit when he saw Driver fix him with a skeptical stare for his ability to help. “Come on, it’s really difficult for me to screw up passing you things. I’m- I mean I’m not even putting them in the damn car!” Holland argued, smiling triumphantly when Driver slumped in defeat and leaned over the hood of the car again. “...Pass me the spark plug,” Driver asked, turning and pointing a finger to the box at the bottom of the toolbox to help guide Holland’s attention there. Driver found it actually nice to have Holland next to him while he finished these repairs. Holland chattered on like he usually did, making his observations about the car, about the news he read in the paper or heard on the radio, boasting about Holly’s latest test score for math (Driver did not approve of the idea that Holly would become their personal accountant, considering she was still thirteen). Holland’s chattering didn’t distract Driver from doing what he was supposed to, fingers expertly twisting the socket to tighten the new spark plug in place and carefully inspecting every other component to make sure they were right. Driver pulled back after a few more minutes, grabbing the rag he’d tossed haphazardly over the windshield and using it on his hands. “Let’s test it,” Driver offered quietly, interrupting Holland’s latest tangent as he slid into the front seat. Holland hopped into the passenger seat, watching Driver intently as he turned the keys in the ignition and listened to the car. It never failed to fascinate Holland, how much understanding Driver could have just from the sensation of the engine vibrating in his bones. “Well? Did we- you, I mean- do a good job? I mean you usually do, hard to think of a time you didn’t,” Holland asked, a satisfied grin blooming when he saw Driver nod and turn the engine off.

Holland led the way for them to go back in the house, his hand casually draped around Driver’s waist as they got to the front door. “Dinner should still be semi-warm, but I can heat it up again.” Holland offered as he pulled the door open and kicked it shut, Driver nodding as he removed his shoes. “I can also help,” Driver offered, only for Holland to shoo him over to the table with a huff. “No, nope, my turn to do something useful around this place. Which, for the record, I actually am a decent cook, so you keep that sweet ass of yours in the chair while I heat this up.” Holland ordered, Driver smiling as he admitted defeat with a small nod of his head. Holland let out a small hum at the minor act of submission, turning back to the stove. “But, if you do want to be helpful later… I won’t protest you bending over the sink to wash the dishes,” Holland offered with a smirk, slightly smug at the pink tint that dusted Driver’s cheeks from the blatant flirting. “Ew!” Holly shouted from the living room, scowling at her dad as she covered her ears with her hands. “Do your flirting and stuff when I’m not around to hear it,” Holly complained, which set Holland off onto his usual dad lecture about not saying “and stuff” and that Holly wasn’t a baby, that he could flirt with Driver if he wanted-

When Holland had come up to Driver about two hours ago, murmuring how they finally had some time alone, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. Holland had imagined them in bed, the sheets pooled on the floor and his voice cracking around whatever praise he had for Driver while he got fucked into the bed. Holland was in a mood, and he could admit that; he was pent-up and more than a little horny, and it was the first time in well over a month it was just him and Driver alone without any chance of being interrupted. Yet when Holland shared this with Driver, hoping to get into bed with his partner and spend the day there?

Instead, he found himself like this, sitting in Driver’s lap at the fucking kitchen table while he worked on repairing some car part. Driver insisted he had stuff he wanted to do on their day off, that he and Holland would have time later, but Holland wouldn’t let it go. He kept draping himself over Driver, trailing kisses up and down his neck, whining that they could afford to take a little break. Driver finally had enough after about ten minutes, grabbing Holland’s hips and fixing him with a glare. “I have work to do.” Driver said coolly, his hands shifting Holland’s hips away from his leg to try and coax the other to stop humping him like a dog. Although right as Driver was about to tell Holland to go take care of himself as most adults do- that was when he got an idea.

That’s what led to him bending Holland over the kitchen table while he spread him open, working up to three fingers while Driver smiled a bit at Holland’s eager moans and babbling about getting more and how nice Driver’s fingers felt. Driver quickly replaced his fingers with his dick, pulling Holland into his lap and relishing in the keening groan Holland gave. “Fuck, that feels so fucking perfect,” Holland grumbled, going to raise his hips and start riding Driver, only to be held in place. “What- what’s that you’re doing? Why’re-” “I have to work on this, sit still.” Driver murmured, already reaching around Holland for his toolbox and the engine part, and Holland felt his brain screech to a halt. “Y-You can’t be serious, you- Driver, baby, doll, c’mon, you- you can’t-” Holland stammered, eyes slightly wide and lips parted around another complaint when Driver turned his head for them to look at each other, and he shut up immediately.

Holland tried multiple times to start moving his hips, to at least rock back and forth to get some kind of friction, but Driver would grab his hip to keep him still and dig his nails in just enough as a warning. Holland definitely got the message; he knew if he pushed his luck too much, Driver would just pull out and leave him like this. Holland choked back another groan as he held the edge of the table, semi-grateful he at least had something to hold onto. “Doll?” Holland managed to rasp after another few minutes of staying still, of feeling his own pulse in his dick because of how hard he was. “Doll, I really, really would appreciate it if you moved, just a little bit, just once.” Holland pleaded, trying to sound as serious as he could despite his breathlessness. Driver didn’t respond, his fingers carefully holding a screw in place and his hips stubbornly in place. Holland groaned again as he bowed his head, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see how hard he was.

Holland did anything he could to focus on something besides the fact his partner was not actively fucking him and the fact he felt like he was hard enough it hurt. He focused on the steady rise and fall of Driver’s chest, how warm he felt, and the sound of their breaths… and it was honestly making him drowsy. Holland was stuck without moving, and he was warm, and he was comfortable, and Driver was too goddamn busy to really notice if he got a bit of shut-eye. Holland sighed deeply as he shifted once to get comfortable, resting his head back against Driver’s shoulder… 

Only to feel Driver snap his hips hard. Holland jolted, just enough pressure being put on his prostate to make him bark out a moan, the contents on the table jostling. Holland looked up at Driver, pupils blown and lips parted in shock, and Driver felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. “You looked bored.” Driver answered simply, and Holland whined at the remark as he pressed his hips down petulantly. “Driver, you just- please, I’m actually begging now. Is this what you wanted? I’m begging, I’d get on my fucking knees if I wasn’t already on your fucking dick, just- fucking please move, I need you to move so bad it stopped being funny about thirty minutes ago.” Holland rambled, and Driver couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at his partner’s dramatics. Driver carefully wiped his hands on the rag he left nearby, steadying his hands on Holland’s hips. “You can move now,” Driver murmured lowly, squeezing Holland’s hips to emphasize his point as he watched his partner stop in the middle of his next plea (something about buying a lifetime supply of toothpicks) and blink a few times. The second Holland’s shock wore off, he moved his hips and let out a whimpering sigh of relief. Holland started with a decent pace, Driver flexing his hands rhythmically on Holland’s sides and feeling a small groan escape as Holland purposefully tightened around him. Holland grinned cockily at the reaction, snapping his hips forward a bit harder and feeling his thighs burn slightly from the movement. “Fuck, you always feel so fucking good inside of me,” Holland groaned, his voice gravelly from lust and his constant prattling, which only served to send another shiver down Driver’s spine. “You always make me, fuck, feel so goddamn sore the next day, have to lean against the car or some shit to- ngk- to not fall over. D’you know how goddamn hot that is, to know how easily you can make me fall apart?” Holland asked, Driver feeling his head spin from the other’s dirty talk and the way he kept moving his hips like it would be the last time he’d ever get to ride Driver. “Nobody would ever expect it, tiny thing like you-”

Something about that last comment was enough to make Driver snap, his arm looping around Holland’s abdomen as he maneuvered them just enough that Holland was bent over the table instead of in his lap. Holland let out a small squawk of shock from the movement, only to cry out when Driver pulled out just enough before slamming back inside. “You’re such a slut,” Driver muttered lowly, setting a punishing pace as he thrust into Holland enough to jolt the contents on the table (and make the table legs scrape slightly against the linoleum). Holland’s eyes widened, and his vocal cords fluttered desperately to manage Driver’s name, or a plea, some kind of word- but all that escaped was a sharp cry that fizzled out into a whine. Driver felt a slight smirk form at the reaction, knowing Holland had to be incredibly close and feeling his own orgasm creep up on him. Driver slid his hand up from Holland’s hip, his nails scraping a fine line up his abdomen and chest until it rested on the nape of his neck, pushing Holland’s face into the wood as he leant down by his ear. “You would have done well as a porno star in another life, Holland.” Holland’s eyes went wide as his hips snapped forward against the table, digging his fingers into the edge of the table while his release splattered onto the bottom of the table and down onto his leg. Holland let out a whimper of overstimulation as Driver kept thrusting forward, his thighs trembling and eyes starting to water as the line between pain and pleasure blurred. Driver lifted Holland’s hips as he felt him start to go limp with exhaustion, his pace becoming more erratic and uneven as he chased his own climax. He reached it not long after, his teeth sinking into Holland’s shoulder to muffle a groan and his hands squeezing and releasing Holland’s hips like a stress ball. The pair just stayed in place for a few moments, breathing heavily as Driver slowly pulled out and guided Holland to sit on his thighs again. Holland grunted softly as he leant against Driver, his cheeks bright red and an immensely satisfied smile on his face. “Mm… y’know, that almost made it worth stayin still for that long,” Holland mumbled, smiling against Driver’s collarbone when he felt the other let out a long sigh. “M’kay, lemme… remember how to move my legs, and we can go take a bath. You’re holdin me up if you want a shower.” Holland grumbled, his smile softening into something fonder when Driver kissed the crown of his head and scooped him up in his arms.