I’m Your Uber Driver, Get In
Relationship: SamiJey (Sami Zayn/Jey Uso)
Content: Car Sex, Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Fingering, Kissing, Rough Sex, Sami being a loverboy as usual
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84929326
"Y'all, I'm headin' out," Jey walks out of the bathroom in his gym clothes, trying to look as careless as he can, like he didn't just spend the last ten minutes getting ready for his dick appointment.
"Gym again?" Roman frowns from one of the beds, where he and Solo have been laid out watching an old movie since they got back from lifting weights earlier.
"You been goin' a lot lately," Jimmy pipes up from the other bed. "Just stay here 'fore you burn out."
The gym is the easiest excuse, especially after he and his family worked out already. Nobody would want to go again, leaving him free to slip out alone, and nobody would question why he's sweaty and breathless upon returning back to the hotel room.
"I'll be fine," Jey waves them off. "I ain't goin' hard, jus' some extra cardio."
Jimmy narrows his eyes. "Cardio, huh?"
Well, nobody except his nosy twin.
"I'm feelin' slow in the ring."
His brother doesn't buy it, tone skeptical from the very beginning. Jimmy hasn't bought it the last couple times Jey's used the excuse. After the fifth time two weeks ago, he's started to become extremely suspicious, pressing further into what Jey's really doing.
"Right," Jimmy hums. "So you're payin' thirty dollars every couple of days on an Uber jus' to run on a treadmill?"
"What're you tryna get at?" Jey sharpens his tone, hoping it'll get Jimmy off his back and away from digging for the truth.
Thankfully, Jimmy doesn't say anything back, wisely refraining and instead just shaking his head as he returns his eyes to the screen. Roman simply offers a "Be safe, alright?" to keep any tension from worsening.
He punctuates his sentence by shutting the door, grateful Roman ended their conversation for him. Sami's already in the parking lot waiting and Jey doesn't want to waste another second of their already brief time together.
It was insanely poor timing the way his family turned on Sami just as Jey started to like him. All Jey could think about was the months wasted avoiding the man he's currently enamored with and all precious time they'll never get back.
But they're trying to make up for it by sneaking around, elaborately planned and regularly scheduled for an hour after nightfall—with Sami booking some rental car and pretending to be Jey's Uber driver. Tonight, Sami chose a white SUV, and Jey's mind already runs wild with all the positions they can do in the large backseat.
He walks up causally, pretending to check the license plate before opening the passengers side door. Sami looks over at him, clad in his usual ball cap to hide his hair, but also in a large pair of novelty glasses to mask his face.
"Take this shit off," Jey says between laughter, climbing in to grab the cheap plastic off Sami's face, knocking the hat off with it.
"What?" Sami questions sarcastically as Jey closes the door and tosses them aside. "I think I look super inconspicuous in those."
He's got a smug grin on his face—that smug grin, the one oozing confidence and liveliness, the one Jey use to hate so passionately but now loves with the same intensity. The look in his eyes is all devotion and mischief, staring at Jey like he's the only thing that will ever matter while waiting for a response on his dumb little joke.
"You're so fuckin' stupid, Sami."
The insult has no heat whatsoever, muttered endearingly in the time it takes Jey to lean over the center console and bring their lips together. It was meant to be a something to hold Jey over until they got to the shady corner of whatever parking lot they're fucking in, but the way Sami smiles at the words and nips at his bottom lip make him impossibly insatiable.
He feels all his breath escape his lungs in one exhale, a chill dancing down his spine in tandem with his blood rushing south.
"Excited tonight, aren't we?" Sami mocks in a mumble against Jey's lips, voice so low and breathless, eating away at what little patience Jey had left.
"Park right now," Jey demands, hand falling to Sami's thigh.
Sami pulls away, catching Jey's hand before it ventures further. "We can't do it here."
Jey groans. "Then fuckin' drive, what are you waitin' for?"
"Someone wouldn't let me," Sami squeezes his hand with the emphasis before placing his hand back on the wheel.
Jey refuses to let him bask in the glory of being right, switching the subject as Sami starts to drive away from the hotel. "How far?"
It's not a lot of time in the grand scheme of things. If it was any other trip, Jey would be pleased at how fast the ride was. But right now, he's so worked up that every minute feels like an hour, just aching in his shorts, fingers twitching against Sami's thigh.
His eyes fall to Sami, utterly starving as he takes in the sights his boyfriend has to offer, from the hair to the muscles to the semi in his sweats. Of course his gaze stops there, carefully inching his hand toward it.
Sami warns him with a quiet, "Jey."
"You ever gotten blown while driving?"
"Pretty sure that's illegal."
"You can wait another two minutes for me to park this car."
Just to prove a point, Jey moves his hand over Sami's growing erection, the redhead gripping the wheel with a quiet moan. The little victory makes Jey smirk. "Sounds like you're the whore."
Sami shakes his head, shifting himself away from Jey's touch. "You were just begging to suck me off."
Sami chances a glance toward Jey. "If I let you suck me off right now, you'd swallow me in a second."
Sami looks away as he flicks the blinker downward. "Too late, we're here."
Jey stares at the trees and brush in the park while they drive through it. "There's a spot over there."
"I already found us a different one."
Of course Sami already scoped out the park, mapping a perfect plan for their shared hour, close enough to maximize the time but secluded enough to avoid interruptions.
"Impatient," Sami sing-songs as he rounds a corner.
"I've been waiting all fuckin' day, Sami."
His tone is serious, genuine frustration bubbling behind the words. It's been three days since they'd fucked last and Jey's never done good in a dry spell. If it wasn't for Sami agreeing to sext the other night, Jey would've marched down to his room.
Whenever Jey's in love, he practically becomes addicted to them, craving their presence and touch any way he can get it. But it's been ages since he's felt so attached to someone like he is with Sami; itchy and jumpy and utterly obsessed. All of Sami's virtues are irresistible and his flaws are captivating, a beam of perfect golden light that draws Jey in like some mindless bug. And even though Sami put all the control of their relationship into Jey's hands, he's completely powerless around Sami.
"You made it," Sami coos as he shifts the gear into park. "I'm so proud of you, habibi."
Jey pretends it doesn't make him flush. "Get in the back."
Sami still knows, laughing to himself as he clambers into the second row. While Jey follows, he reaches into the third, pulling the seats down to open up the trunk space.
"How do you want it? I pulled the—"
"I don't care," Jey mumbles, rushing to eliminate the space between them.
Two firm hands on the waist keep him still while Sami repeats himself. "I pulled the seats down so we have more options."
Jey sees past his urgency and slows his mind down for long enough to weigh his options. Sami normally doesn't book larger cars, usually just little sedans with limited space that forces cowgirl or reverse cowgirl as the shoo-in position.
That never bothers Jey, but they should probably take advantage of the spacious trunk while they've got it.
"Doggy," Jey decides, parting with Sami to haul himself over another row of seats. "I know you like my ass."
"Or missionary," Sami offers with a shrug. "I like your face more."
For how generally awkward he can be in conversation, Sami's surprisingly a smooth talker when it matters most, with every one liner always seeming to land. All that suave could just be a figment of Jey's infatuated imagination, but the charm works wonders on him regardless.
Sami reaches for the shiny packets he tucked into the seat pockets before joining Jey in the trunk space. He gasps out a string of swears when Jey tackles him to the floor, the tail end being swallowed up in a kiss.
Jey clearly didn't exaggerate his impatience. In fact, Sami thinks he actually downplayed it dramatically. By the time Sami focuses his rattled brain into the moment, Jey's tongue is deep in his mouth and a hand is buried deep in his sweats.
Sami bucks up into the touch, soft moans being muffled by every feverish moment of their jaws. He tries to fight back for a shred of dominance, but Jey won't let him have it, pressing his weight further into Sami's limbs to keep him still. At this rate, Sami's starting to wonder if their whole conversation went in one ear and out the other, or if Jey's just switching plans to whatever satisfies his hunger. As long as Sami stays the subject of those cravings, he's entirely content fulfilling all the things Jey wants whenever he wants them.
He doesn't even get a solid lungful of air when Jey breaks their kiss, choking on the oxygen the moment the younger yanks down his sweats.
"Fuck, Jey!" He grits out breathlessly, grabbing two handfuls of dark curls as Jey swallows every inch of his cock down in one motion. "Jesus Christ, I'm not going anywhere!"
Jey digs his fingernails into the muscle of Sami's thigh in acknowledgment and in warning, bobbing Sami's cock in and out of his throat until he's teetering on the edge of consciousness. He comes up with a wet pop, blinking away stars until Sami's flushed face comes into clear view.
One of Sami's hands fall to the floor, fingers gliding across the carpet until it reaches the ridged edges of the packet, shakily extending it out. "Have you prepped y—"
The question disintegrates into a sharp keen when Jey dives back down, moving his head in a choppy tempo, hands preoccupied with tearing the packet open. Jey's intentions don't fully hit Sami until he watches the Uso slip the waistband of his shorts around his thighs and reach back with lubed fingers.
A blowjob and a show; feeling the vibrations of Jey's squeaks and moans while he stretches himself, watching his arm flex and body writhe with the intrusions. It's erotic and mind-blowing and so impossibly arousing that Sami feels pressure in his stomach build faster than he can comprehend.
"Wait, I can't—" Sami whines, pulling Jey off him before he busts. "I can't," He pants for air, squeezing his eyes shut. "It's too much together."
Jey's starting to fall from his commanding position, wordlessly accepting Sami's pleas and simply dropping his forehead down against Sami's thigh. He bites down on the flesh between gasps and hitches, lifting himself back up after another agonizing minute—agonizing for Sami, not Jey, struggling to keep from cumming through the sights and sounds.
He winds his hands back into the fabric of Sami's shirt, using the leverage to muscle Sami upright, kissing with far less gusto and far more urgency. The guidance is enough to tip them the other direction, Jey's back to the ground and Sami leaning overtop. It's wordless insistence and Sami catches on without hesitation, tugging the shorts the rest of the way off Jey's legs to open up his range, splitting his thighs and settling right between them.
Once the condom is on, Sami goes slow as he enters, politely ensuring Jey isn't showing any signs of discomfort. Apparently all that chivalry means nothing to Jey, who grumbles impatiently and wraps his legs around Sami's waist to pull him in closer.
The older obliges as always, inching the rest of the way in fast enough to appease Jey. Whether quick, rough sex is just Jey's thing or a product of their time constraint, Sami isn't sure, but he can't help but wish that for once they could take their time with it all.
He wants extended foreplay; time to kiss up Jey's neck to hear him hum back his noises, time to trace all the tattoos on the golden skin with his tongue, time to explore what things really work Jey up.
He wants lengthy sex; saccharine moans and soft touches, slow strokes that all hit just right, glances into each other's eyes that bring mirages of matrimony and flashes of forever.
He wants prolonged aftercare; the burning heat simmering down into sleepy warmth, cuddling so close their bodies fall into synchrony, breathy whispers centimeters apart.
"Come on," Jey begs, voice laced with irritation, rocking his hips for friction. "Baby, please."
That's all just a dream for now, a conversation he'll rehearse for countless minutes in the shower but will ultimately never make it past the walls of his bathroom. The displeasure he has in forcing back those thoughts again is displaced into his movements, solid snaps of his hips that propel Jey upward inches at a time.
"Yeah, like that, jus' like that," He whispers, clinging to Sami's shoulders to hold himself steady so every thrust pushes deeper.
Sacrificing accuracy for speed seems to be fine with Jey tonight, with every stutter in pace in search of the right spot only earning Sami a whimper of disappointment. Still, Sami tries his best to shift his hips within the grueling pace, very slight movements he hopes can give Jey more than what he expects and exactly what he deserves.
After two minutes, Sami's arms start to burn from holding himself up, sweat is already dripping down the curve of his spine, his lumbar muscles cramp from the pace Jey insists he keep—but he can hardly feel any of that through the fuzziness in his head, all this lust and limerence being the closest thing to inebriation he'll ever feel. It's just as addicting as liquor and drugs, building his willpower stronger than it's ever been all in the name of achieving that blissful high.
It only takes another thirty seconds for his subtle searching to garner the results he's wanted: a sharp cry of his name, dull nails raking along the ball of his shoulder, a tight clench around his cock. The responses make his vision double and blur around the edges, choking out a string of curses as he continues to plunge into Jey's heat like a machine.
He stares down at Jey, watching his dark eyes roll and flutter, watching his white teeth go matte with every labored inhale, watching his tan skin dark and shine. Sami loves it. He loves being the only one allowed to see Jey like this, vulnerable and pliable and desperate.
Jey's words come out in broken short huffs between the deep thrusts, slurred and low. He looks just as dazed as Sami feels, holding onto the older like it's the only thing keeping him grounded in the moment.
The praise only careens Sami closer to his own release, arms beginning to tremble and exhales turning to whines. It's getting far more difficult to keep himself from finishing, the pressure and heat of arousal pooling so intensely in his gut he feels like he's drowning. He drops his head for just a moment, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes to dial it all back.
Sami's tried to make it a personal mission every time they link to make Jey cum first, hoping to keep chivalry alive one orgasm at a time. But right now, being the gentleman he wants to be seems to be out his control, spiraling closer and closer to release.
He opens his eyes when he feels Jey's hand grab at his jaw, yanking his head upward, grip firm but trembling. "Look at me," Jey demands, more of a plea, voice wavering. "I wanna see it."
'It' referring to Sami's climax, one he can't hold back for another second if he tried, hitting him like a goddamn freight train between Jey's words and that glimmer in his dark eyes. In an instant, his hips stutter to a stop aside from a couple weak, involuntary, jerky movements. The moments that follow are a blur, brain having rolling blackouts in the aftershocks; heart skipping beats, lungs forgetting air, eyesight fading out.
Throughout it all, Jey keeps squeezing his jaw, ensuring Sami's head doesn't loll in either direction. He moans along with Sami, free hand wrapped around his cock, feverishly trying to finish himself off before Sami comes down from his high.
His body is spent and his mind is exhausted, but Sami still musters up the energy to fuck into Jey with half the speed and none of the accuracy. Still, it seems to be just enough to tip Jey over, arching up like a bow, chest to Sami's with his head driven back into the carpet. As he shatters apart, he keens out endless curses that are almost never completed and always interrupted by oh my god's and Sami's. The grip he holds on Sami's jaw slackens as his muscles melt and thick ropes shoot up onto his shirt.
Sami might just cum again from the sensation of Jey's walls fluttering around him, both disappointed and grateful he's too worn to. Another orgasm might just render him unconscious or put him into cardiac arrest, heart pounding erratically in his chest by the time he pulls out and collapses beside Jey on the floor.
It's a disharmonious symphony of breathing, both gulping in the air as their bodies begin to level. Sami discards of the condom out the window, giving a quick mental apology to the planet before dropping back next to Jey, sore limbs stretching out in the spacious trunk. Even with all the room, there's still some overlap; a foot atop a calve, a forearm over a deltoid, a hand brushing a hand.
Sami's overworked heart might just explode anyway, hammering audibly against his ribcage when Jey's hand wraps around his in time with a laborious shift of his body. He rolls into Sami's side and comes to rest with his head on Sami collarbone.
Jey normally has too much energy and anxiety to lay around after sex. His body like a firework that keeps going off; always lit, always booming, always energetic. His mind is like a gear that won't stop turning; always grinding, always racing, always accelerating. Normally, once they're done, he's peeling Sami off the backseat and nudging him back in front of the wheel, speaking anxiously about his family and the time restraint.
Sami prays this moment lasts longer than the time it'll take for Jey to catch his breath, carefully snaking an arm around Jey's waist in hopes to charm him into staying still. It seems to work, Jey slowly inching closer as he settles, warm breath tickling Sami's neck on every exhale. Every second is a blessing and Sami soaks in each one, spending them both in bliss and in uneasy anticipation for the moment Jey pushes off and demands they go home.
It's five whole minutes before Jey speaks. "Think it's been an hour?"
It's the question Sami's been dreading, the deadline more like deadweight, dragging him back down to the upsetting reality where Jey has to leave him.
He tries to mask the sadness in his voice as he sighs, "Yeah." Against his own desires, he still tries to please Jey's, beginning to push himself up off the floor.
"Wait," Jey puts down his weight, curling even closer to Sami to keep the older down, nosing the curve of Sami's jaw. "Just another minute."
"We can stay like this forever if you want," Sami half-jokes, testing the waters of Jey's new level of attachment.
Jey smiles against his neck. "Don't tempt me."
Sami does just that, tilting his head to press a kiss to Jey's sweaty curls, grinning at the way Jey immediately leans upward for a proper kiss. It's nothing like the intense passion they had for each other an hour ago, all that heat settled down into something measured and soft. They don't fight for control or delve into each other's mouths. It's just slow, mindless kisses that only liquify their bones further.
When they split thirty seconds later and rest their heads back, faces mere inches apart, Sami valiantly combats every urge to tell Jey how much he loves him. It's the closest they've been to real domesticated romance, too dangerous to gamble. He quits while he's ahead, lacing their fingers and letting his eyes shut.
They don't open again until a faint, obnoxious buzzing causes Jey to stir. "Get yo' phone," He slurs, voice thick with sleep.
Sami can't tell how long they've been out for, nor does he care, squinting at the light from the front of the car, grunting as he sits himself up to see over the seats. He falls back down in a huff, closing his eyes as he mumbles. "Not mine."
The response seems to fully wake Jey up, panic setting in as he realizes their mistake. "Shit!"
His spike in energy and volume jolts Sami out of his slump, blinking hard as Jey grabs his shirt and pulls him upright.
"We fuckin' fell asleep!"
Sami is only a little guilty over letting it happen, faking his shock just so Jey doesn't smack him across the face. "I didn't even realize," He says as he hauls himself over the seats. Jey's right behind, snatching his phone from where it was discarded hours earlier.
Solo messaged him just after nine, taking note of the shift in Jey's usual schedule.
Solo: You okay? It's been like two hours.
Missed call from Solo at 9:17pm
Missed call from Roman at 9:20pm
Missed call from Roman at 10:01pm
Roman: Jey, answer me, I'm worried.
Of course his whole family was involved by ten, wondering why he's been missing without a trace for three hours. For better or for worse, he turned his location off before he left, probably just concerning them more.
He's perplexed by the next set of messages just five minutes after that, Roman's terrified tone switching to relief and lighthearted humor.
Roman: Answering Jimmy but not me and Solo
Roman: I'm kicking you off the island for that one
Roman: Just text me when you're done with dinner. Tell Woods and Kofi I said hey.
All that confusion fizzles out when he reads the message his twin sent around the same time, replaced by both a pang of a relief and a gnawing anxiety as he realizes Jimmy's caught on to the truth behind his weeks of lies.
Jimmy: You owe me big time for bailing y'all nasty asses out
