James DeanxMarlon Brando

NC-17

Title: Drive-In Theatre

for my boo, because you're a dirty slut and ily 😘

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It was 7 p.m. The movie started at 7:30 and the theatre was twenty minutes away. James sighed, looking out the window and up at the clouds. They were dark and loomed over the sky like a veil, blocking out the sunset.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Marlon? It looks like it could pour any second now."

"Quit your worrying," Marlon chuckled. "We'll be fine."

But they weren't fine. Less than five minutes after Marlon's comment, the sky opened up and thunder rumbled in the distance. The world lit up as lightning struck, making James jump.

"Shit," Marlon cursed, slamming a hand against the steering wheel. Lightning flashed again, closer this time.

"We need to turn around."

This time, Marlon obeyed and started heading home. He sighed. "Well, so much for that idea. Now what?"

"We'll think of something," James said quietly.

They'd been driving for less than ten minutes so it didn't take long to arrive back at Marlon's house. Marlon parked the car in the garage, turning off the engine. Thunder rumbled in the distance again.

"I'm sorry the movie didn't work out, babe," Marlon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What'd I just say?" James asked, placing a hand on Marlon's arm. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans and James smiled softly, squeezing his arm. "The movie was probably cheesy anyway."

Marlon laughed and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He glanced at James' hand on his arm, then up at James' face, grinning devilishly. Placing a hand on the back of James' neck, Marlon leaned in and captured the younger man's lips in a hungry kiss.

The kiss was brief, but heated, Marlon tugging on James' lower lip with his teeth before pulling away. He smirked as James looked up with wide eyes, breathing heavily.

"What was that for?"

Marlon licked his lips and unbuckled his seatbelt. He scooted to the edge of his seat and wrapped a strong arm around James' neck, pulling him close to nibble on his ear.

"I know how we can make up for the movie."

James groaned softly as Marlon bit down on his earlobe, tugging lightly with his teeth before pulling away and choosing instead to nibble along James' jaw. James breathed heavily, his fingers fumbling to unclasp the seatbelt so he could move about the car freely. Once he could move, he scrambled into Marlon's lap—but the steering wheel jabbed into his side as he tried fitting into the tight space.

"Backseat," Marlon hissed, pushing James off of him and jerking his head to the side.

The space in the back was definitely roomier and once both men were out of their seats, James worked at getting Marlon's shirt off. Running his hands over the toned, lightly-haired chest, he attached his lips to Marlon's neck, trailing his kisses down his chest to lick and suck a nipple into his mouth.

Marlon groaned, his dick stiffening between his legs. He wanted to get James' shirt off, but his tongue felt too damn good. Marlon settled, instead, for unbuckling the belt around James' slender waist.

James seemed to sense what Marlon was thinking and pulled away. Marlon opened his mouth, about to say something, but James simply smiled and silenced him by pulling off his shirt, tossing it toward the front of the car.

"Fuck," Marlon growled, sitting back, eyes raking over the younger man's body. "You have no idea what you do to me."

The corner of James' lips curled up in a little half-smile. "I think I have an idea."

Cursing under his breath, Marlon kissed James again, pulling him close so they were skin-to-skin. The temperature was rising in the heat of that small car and a light sheen of sweat was already forming down James' back and across his forehead. Marlon laid him down. He couldn't lay flat though so he kept his knees up and Marlon appeared in the space between them. He placed his hands by both sides of James' head as he hovered over the younger man.

"God," James groaned, "you're so hot."

Marlon smirked, leaning down to kiss him. James groaned into Marlon's mouth and lifted his hips, trying to get some friction for his still-clothed, aching cock, but Marlon pulled away as soon as he started.

"Did I say you could do that?"

"Marlon, please!"

Marlon tilted his head to the side, studying James' face in silence for a moment, before leaning down to kiss him again. This time, his hands worked at tugging James' jeans off and he gasped with relief, automatically thrusting his hips upward in response.

"Impatient, are we?"

James' eyes were wide and begging. "Marlon, baby, please. I want you so bad."

"Oh?" Marlon sat back on his heels. "And what do I get in return?"

James looked up at him in silence for a moment before he sat up. This time, it was he who pushed Marlon onto his back and tugged his jeans to his ankles.

Marlon's underwear went along with them.

Before Marlon could say anything, James buried his face between Marlon's strong legs, sucking that big cock into his waiting, eager mouth. Marlon moaned loudly in response, fisting his hands into James' hair.

"Fuck!"

Marlon's hips instinctively jerked up, pushing his cock further into James' mouth. James hummed, placing his hands on Marlon's hips to steady himself. His humming sent vibrations down Marlon's cock and he sighed in response, lifting his head to get a glimpse of James with his lips stretched wide.

James sucked on Marlon's cock a little longer, hollowing his cheeks to take as much in as possible and using his tongue to swirl around the tip, then lap at the balls. He was dragging his tongue along the underside of Marlon's cock when Marlon realized he was going to burst if he let this go on much longer.

He tugged on James' hair and grunted, letting him know it was time to quit. James obediently pulled back and sat up, his blue eyes sparkling as he locked eyes with Marlon. He leaned in, placed a kiss to Marlon's earlobe, and purred in his ear.

"Did I do good, Daddy?"

"Oh God," Marlon groaned again, his cock twitching at the nickname. His eyes were dark, nearly black with lust as he pushed James back down onto his back. Then, leaning down, his used his teeth to tug James' underwear off by the waistband. His cock stood at full attention, light pink all over except for the tip, which was a shade or so darker and already leaking with precum. Marlon closed his eyes, mentally savoring the sight, before opening them again and placing two of his slender fingers at James' lips.

"Suck."

James smirked before taking Marlon's fingers into his mouth, both at once, and swirled his tongue around them, simulating the blowjob he'd given Marlon just moments before. Marlon pulled his fingers out with a slight pop and James grinned, lifting his hips in the air to give Marlon better access.

Marlon slowly pushed one finger in, then the other, biting his lip to bite back a moan. They fucked so many times that James didn't need much prep anymore, and neither did he, but they still enjoyed it. It made what came afterwards so much more worth it.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Marlon had completely forgot that it was storming—he could hardly focus on anything, but the close, hot intimacy within the car. As he thrust his fingers in and out of James' lithe, eager body, he couldn't help the question that next escaped his lips.

"Better than that movie yet?"

James glanced up at him, his own eyes dark and clouded over with lust. His chest rose and fell steadily with his heavy breathing and he moaned out his response.

"Y...Yeee...eeesss..."

Marlon grinned and angled his fingers so he just barely nudged against that spot inside James, teasing him. James' moan rose an octave in response, but Marlon had withdrawn his fingers before he could beg for more.

"If you stop now, Marlon, I swear to God I'm going to—"

Marlon spat into the palm of his hand and lathered his cock with his own spit. The only lube was inside and and he wasn't about to go get it. James shut up, watching Marlon run his hand up and down his own cock as if hypnotized.

Then Marlon shifted position, lifting James' legs so he could wrap them around his waist. Marlon moved closer, the head of his cock just barely brushing against James' entrance.

"Oh, Marlon, please—"

Marlon slowly pushed inside, though he knew he didn't need to be that gentle anymore. It was worth it, though, as James' moan got louder, literally begging his lover for more.

"God," Marlon grunted, pulling out and thrusting deeper inside, "you always feel so damn good."

James laid his head down, but Marlon followed, kissing the younger man as he thrust deeper inside, rocking his hips to form a rhythm. James lifted his arms to wrap around Marlon, but Marlon pulled away before he could. James groaned in frustration.

"Please, babe. I wanna—"

"You wanna want?" Marlon looked down at the blond, lifting an eyebrow curiously.

"Wanna touch you." James gasped as Marlon's cock thrust against the spot against him particularly hard. "Wanna...Wanna see you..."

Marlon moaned lowly, knowing where this was headed.

"You wanna ride me?"

It turned him on more than anything.

"Ye-Yes!" James gasped. "Wanna ride your cock, Marlon, baby, please. Let me ride your cock," he begged.

He didn't have to ask twice.

Both men groaned at the loss of contact as Marlon pulled out, but they knew it wouldn't last long. Marlon sat up, propping himself against the side of the car and letting his legs spread out as James eagerly scrambled to straddle his waist. He spat in his hand and coated Marlon's stiff cock once more for good measure. Then he lifted his ass and slowly lowered himself into Marlon's lap.

"Oh God, James," Marlon growled. James knew this was Marlon's favorite way to fuck—he loved how tight his lover was and the fact that he could every inch.

James moaned loudly as Marlon's cock impaled him. Marlon was huge and fucking him like this always took an extra second to get used to, but he found his rhythm quickly, rolling his hips and effectively fucking himself on Marlon's cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands flat against Marlon's chest and kissing his lips.

Marlon used one hand to wrap around James' neck and used the other to fist James' cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. James had no choice, but to break away from the kiss and the resulting moan was like music to Marlon's ears.

"Oh shit," James cried, leaning his head back. Marlon's hand was a blur on his cock and Marlon thrust up into him so hard, he was seeing stars. "I-I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum, Marlon, baby, fuck—"

Marlon squeezed James' cock as he stroked him and that was enough to send the blond over the edge. He cried out, spilling his load onto Marlon's broad chest, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead.

Marlon cursed again and one more hard thrust was enough to send him spiraling, his orgasm hitting him hard. He dug his fingernails into James' thighs and James, still riding the high of his own orgasm, echoed Marlon's cries of release with his own. Marlon spilled straight into his lover's spent body.

Once it was all over, James closed his eyes and lifted himself off of Marlon's softening cock. He had just enough energy to reach for his underwear and use it to clean the seed from Marlon's skin.

Once that was done, James tossed the underwear aside and collapsed into Marlon's arms. Marlon tightened his hold and kissed James' forehead as the blond's eyes fluttered shut.

"So much better than the movies," James murmured.

Outside, thunder rumbled.