Nate starts it, sipping from his to-go cup of Coke and drumming his fingers against his thighs slowly, and the words are so casual and teasing coming from his pretty mouth. There’s something about the way he says it though, we can always fuck in the backseat if you’re so bored with our sex life already, and there’s something unpleasant but not quite guilt at the worry in Nate’s eyes.
Raylan would object, because they’re both too tall to seriously consider rutting like teenagers in the back of his town car, but there’s a challenge in Nate’s eyes and Raylan can’t walk away from that.
Still, Nate is warm where he straddles Raylan’s lap and his kisses are languid and hot, sucking so slowly on Raylan’s tongue as he rocks their hips together, the slick heads of their cocks bumping in the circle of Raylan’s fist. He’ll probably ache later from the way he’s curling over Raylan to avoid bumping his head against the roof of the car, and Raylan’s going to have a crick in his neck, but for now, none of it matters, because Nate is here and hot and Raylan’s, and that’s really all Raylan wants.