Shank: "Turn on the blinkers."

Crip does as he asks, flicking the blinkers on and off one at a time.

Shank: "Good, now press the breaks."
Crip does, and Shank trails to the back of the car, observing the break lights.

It's a nice car. Old school, and quite roomy.

Shank returns, pulling the driver door open.

Shank: "The lights are all workin' and it should run fine. Ready to take her out for a test ride?"

Crip nods quickly. He wanted to hear it crank up.

Shank: "Then get in the passenger seat and lets go get some food."

Crip hurries over to the other seat, and plops down. Shank starts up the car and it sounds smooth, and it makes Crip almost melt into the seat.

Shank: "You like that huh? Never took you for the car type."

Crip: "My family on my fathers side always worked on vehicles, so I have an interest in them."

Shank: "I see. Ain't nothing wrong with that. Vehicles are a big part of our lives after all."

The car starts to move and soon they're rolling down the road. Shank turns on the heat, since it's a bit chilly out tonight, and heads for town. They end up at a fast food joint, one where you can eat in your own vehicle. Crip loves this.

They order burgers and eat, then head back out. Shank drives them atop a hill, it's private, and surrounded by trees.

Shank: "This is my favorite spot."

Crip: "I can see why."
This spot looks down onto the city, all the lights and cars and people down below. The moonlight was their only source of light, and it was beautiful.

Shank: "Consider yourself special. I don't bring just anyone here ya know."

Crip smiles a bit, and suddenly widens his eyes. Shank is leaning over the console.

Shank: "Thanks for helpin' me Crip."

Crip nods, and leans back, trying to get some distance between them, but it doesn't do any good. Shank reaches over, pulling Crip to him. Their lips meet and Crip knows there's no use resisting.

Soon Shank has him laying back in the seat and he's on top, thrusting inside of him. There's something about fucking inside a car that felt so erotic. Right...Tight.

Shank ends up taking his backwards cap and shirt off, using the shirt to block their cum, as he doesn't want it sticking to the seats.