Regret (nothingtoregret) wrote in runaway_tales,

Marmalade #10; Blue Raspberry #25; Malt

Author: Regret
Rating: 18
Story: Radial: Unravel
Challenge: Marmalade #10 - Light Bulb; Blue Raspberry #25 - Better Luck Next Time
Extras: Malt - roisin_farrell's I'll Jingle YOUR Bells prompt ("Alex and Milos in the back seat of the car when a cop knocks on the window. Milos' night (and the cop's) is about to get worse."); RaTs Advent Day 10 (I swear, it was a sign)
Word Count: 1,504
Summary: Alex and Milos start to get frisky in the back of Alex's car, but an interruption is never too far away.
Notes: I now know more about BMWs, obscure (and not so obscure) laws and, uhh, police intervention in dogging than I ever, ever wanted to. (Except the laws; I love laws.)

“This isn’t going to work,” Milos gasped, clinging to the headrest with one arm. “And—nnn—your fingers are cold!”

With his free hand Alex pushed Milos’s right thigh up nearer his chest. “If your legs weren’t so damn long it wouldn’t be a problem.” He withdrew his fingers up to the first knuckle joints then twisted and pressed them back into him, smirking as the alfa let out a soft grunt. “Looks like it’s working from what I can see.”

“You can’t see anything,” Milos retorted. “You turned the lights off—ah!” His breath caught in his throat as Alex applied firm strokes of his thumb to his perineum.

“It sounds like it’s working too,” Alex murmured, gesturing upwards with his fingers and grinning as Milos squirmed on the towel spread across the car seats. “Or are you going to disagree?”

Milos sunk his fingers into the soft leather of the seat and shook his head, biting his lip to silence himself as Alex did it again. At least in the dim ambient light he probably couldn’t see the gesture.

The low chuckle told him that actually, he probably had seen. He withdrew both fingers slowly and dragged the tips down over Milos’s taut belly, leaving a glossy trail on his skin, then dropped his hand to the tube laying on the towel beside him. “Ready?”

Milos gave what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug. His left leg, slung over Alex’s shoulder, dipped and rose again as the human undid his pants one-handed, the other flipping open the cap of the lube with an ease that told him just how much practice he’d had. Milos reached forward to tug the fabric of his underwear down, freeing up both of Alex’s hands to deal with his now equally free erection; if any of the gel stained the leather he’d get the blame for it. It absolutely, positively, had nothing to do with the heat spreading across his chest and down through his stomach as Alex slicked up his cock.

Kneeling forward and pulling Milos’s hips up along with his leg, one hand on his erection and the other raising Milos’s free leg higher, he nudged the head against the alfa’s well-prepared hole then, bit by bit, pushed himself in.

Milos let out the shuddering breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. No, nothing at all to do with that. Staring at the human above him, feeling his hands sink into the seats either side of his chest, he wondered just when the temperature in the car had risen... then ceased thinking about anything except the way Alex pulled back, then thrust into him again with just enough force to jolt a gasp from him.

The bang on the rear passenger window made him jump so violently he cracked the back of his head on the door behind him. Even Alex froze momentarily, his usual unflappability temporarily suspended while he tried to calculate a response. “What?”

Milos slapped his hand over his face and tried not to groan. As hasty responses went, it could’ve been better. Even louder would have done as the banging came again, and not the kind Alex had been so interested in a minute before. From outside, a man’s voice called out, “police, please wind down your window.”

This time it was Milos who froze as Alex swore and pulled out, ducking from under the alfa’s leg and tucking himself back in with a face like thunder. His jeans were out of reach in the footwell beside Alex’s feet; getting them off had been hard enough, getting them back on in time was a near-impossibility. He settled for yanking his T-shirt back down to preserve what modesty he had left and watched as Alex stabbed irritably at the window button. “The engine’s off, remember?”

Alex rolled his eyes and muttered another curse that brought a small smile to Milos’s lips, then flung the door open instead. “What do you want?”

The blast of icy air that filled the car sent Milos scooting back and hunching up, holding his shirt down. Outside, the officer leapt to one side to avoid the swinging door, then ducked his head down to stare through the door. “Good evening sir.”

Alex glanced down at his watch. “More like morning. Can I help you?”

The officer stared at the human, then beyond to Milos who pulled his shirt further down and looked away, feeling his cheeks start to burn under the gaze that flicked from head to toe. “We’re doing sweeps of the local area, clamping down on prostitution—”

“You’re calling him a prostitute?” Alex interrupted with an innocent smile. “Sorry, you’re a couple of years out.” He ignored Milos’s short, hard kick to the leg. “So if that’s all this is about, then you can run along.”

Why he thought that was an acceptable way to talk to someone who could make life difficult for them both, Milos had no idea. The officer, judging from the darkening of his face in the low light, obviously agreed. “You are aware that sex in a car is a public decency offence, aren’t you sir?”

“Only if someone complains,” Alex snapped. “And somehow I doubt anyone has.”

“Nevertheless sir, it is an offence.”

“We’re still in Bristol, aren’t we?”

The change in tack seemed to take the man aback. “Yes, we are.”

“Then I think you’ll find that the only place I can’t fuck this man is under the car. It’s perfectly legal for us to have sex inside it.” Alex smirked up at him. “Check.”

The officer’s face flushed more violently than Milos thought possible without death being imminent. “We only have your word that he’s not a pro—”

“Whores don’t have a registration system, do they?” He paused, then glanced over his shoulder at the alfa and added, “do they?” Ignoring the hissed shut the fuck up! he got in response, he turned back to the officer and shrugged. “So you’re just going to have to take my word for it. And his too, because I’m pretty sure that if he was one, he’d have been out the door and into the woods by now.”

Too bloody right.

The officer shook his head as if in disbelief. “I was just going to get you to move on. I’m going to have to write you up now. Can I have your name, sir?”

“What the fuck?” Alex’s voice was flat. “You can’t get me for this, I thought I’d made that abundantly clear.”

“Oh, I’m not ticketing you for what you do for fun.” The officer’s smirk was just as unpleasant as Alex’s, and backed up by a pad that appeared in his hand as if by magic. “I’m ticketing you for your parking violation.”

“My what?”

The officer tapped the roof of the car with a pen that had appeared in much the same way as the pad. “You’re parked in a lay-by on a road with a speed limit greater than thirty miles an hour, and you don’t have your parking lights on. I’m going to have to fine you. So,” his grin widened, “can I have your name please, sir?”

Alex growled deep in his throat and snatched his jacket from the back of the passenger seat, fishing out both his and Milos’s ID cards. “I work for the government. And so does he.”

Skimming his gaze over the cards, the officer raised one eyebrow. “Good for you, Mr.,” he paused and squinted at the cards again, “Jaska. That will just make it easier for us to track you down if you don’t pay your fine promptly. Your number plate, please.”

Alex made another unpleasant noise that only just stopped short of being fully offensive and answered each of the questions. When the officer, with another unpleasant smirk, bid them goodnight and added a reminder for them to move along, Alex yanked the door shut again with enough force to rock the car. “Bastard! Jumped-up shithead!”

Milos closed his eyes briefly, sighing. “Could you pass me my jeans?”

“Why would I do that?”

Milos’s jaw dropped. “Because he said—”

His words were cut off by Alex leaning across and between the front seats, stretching forward until he could reach and turn the keys to the accessory position. Milos squinted as light flooded the interior; after Alex had finished fiddling and reached up to click the lamp off again the car seemed twice as dark as before. “There.”

The alfa scrubbed the heel of his hand over his face. It didn’t help. “‘There’ what?”

Suddenly Alex’s mouth was over his own, hot and sweet. His hand caught in the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up again; the other roamed downwards. Milos let out a soft gasp. “This time,” the human breathed, pulling Milos back down onto the towel, “no one can interfere.”

He knew he should probably object. After a couple of minutes with Alex and his fingers, objections were the last thing on his mind.
Tags: [author] regret, [challenge] blue raspberry, [challenge] marmalade, [extra] malt

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