Chapter 6 The Breakdown #3
When Dimitri pulled them free, he said, “Why don’t you just rub off on me?”
For a moment, Arlo looked unsure. The storm raged on outside, but inside the car it felt like the volume had been turned down on everything else. Dimitri tightened his arms around him, rocking them slightly as another gust shook the vehicle.
“J-Just like use your leg?” Arlo asked, uncertain.
“You’ve done it before,” Dimitri reminded him, leaning in to kiss along the column of his neck.
“In our bedroom. In the dark,” Arlo said. “And usually you’re getting off too. You want to just…watch me?”
Dimitri let his tongue trace the same path along his skin, in reverse this time. “More than you can even imagine.”
ARLO
Arlo gave a little whine, adjusting so he was seated fully against Dimitri’s thigh, the contact making him gasp.
He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, face flaming as he met Dimitri’s heated gaze.
He always made Arlo feel like the sexiest person in the world, even if he was just average in every way.
Arlo didn’t know why this felt so different. Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was the way Dimitri watched him with that raw, unfiltered intensity. He rolled his hips awkwardly, another shuddery breath escaping as fire licked along his insides.
“Want some help?” Dimitri asked, voice a low rasp.
“Please,” Arlo managed.
“Sure, baby,” Dimitri said, his hands falling to Arlo’s waist, guiding him.
He dragged Arlo down, flexing his thigh. His face grew heated at the strangled sound that escaped him, but Dimitri’s grunt of approval had him shaking. The next grind of his hips had his vision whiting out. “Why does this feel so good?” he asked nobody, breathless.
His hands fell to Dimitri’s shoulders, gripping for dear life.
Their breathing was loud in the otherwise silent bubble of the car.
Dimitri’s hands slipped into his pants, gripping him tight, forcing him into a rhythm that stole the thoughts from his head.
His cock ached against his zipper, his hips stuttering whenever the sensation was too good to bear.
“Can you come like this,” Dimitri rumbled into his ear, lips closing around his lobe.
Arlo was panting now, he dropped his head to Dimitri’s shoulder, nodding against it. “Yeah,” he gasped. “I—Oh, God—I think so, yeah.”
“Then do it,” Dimitri said. “Show me.”
Arlo buried his face against Dimitri’s neck, wrapping his arms around him, letting him guide him, guide his hips, the steady, near euphoric heat shocking through him with every roll of his hips.
He wasn’t sure when Dimitri stopped guiding him and he started chasing his own orgasm, but soon he was all but sobbing against him, that familiar sensation building in his core.
It only took two more deep, steady grinds before he was crying out, his release pulsing from him as he rode out his pleasure.
He sat there, clinging to him, breathing heavily as he tried to bring his brain back online.
After a few moments, Dimitri set him away from him gently.
Arlo blinked at him, watching as he reached for the tissues they kept in the center console.
He opened his pants, just to clean him. Arlo let him, too out of it to protest. His limbs felt heavy, his thoughts honeyed, his chest tight as he thought about how fucking lucky he was to have him.
When he was clean and tucked back in, Dimitri gathered him in his arms once more, wrapping them both in the blanket.
“You know,” Arlo said after a while, voice muffled against Dimitri’s collarbone, “if this had happened five years ago, I would’ve completely lost it.”
“I know,” Dimitri said. No judgment. Just fact.
“But I didn’t,” Arlo added. “Not really. I mean, I panicked, but…” He shrugged. “I came back.”
Dimitri met his gaze. “You always do,” he said quietly. “You’re tougher than you think you are.”
They sat like that until Arlo’s breathing evened out completely, his body heavy and relaxed against Dimitri’s. The storm hadn’t lessened, but it no longer felt threatening to Arlo, just loud.
Dimitri finally reached for his phone again, shifting carefully like he didn’t want to disturb Arlo. He tried his mother’s number once more.
This time, it rang.
Arlo stilled. Dimitri smiled into his hair.
“Hey, Mom,” Dimitri said when she answered.
“Hey, kid. Are you driving?”
“Uh, not exactly. We are kinda stuck on Highway 160 about two miles South of Preston. We ran out of gas. Do you think you could bring us some?”
“Yeah, sure. Oh, wait. Cricket’s here. I’m not sure I feel okay leaving her alone. I suppose I could go by myself.”
“Like hell you will,” Lola said.
“I’ll be fine. Really,” Cricket said in the distance. “This baby is already five days late. I doubt he plans on making an appearance right now.”
“I don’t know…” Calliope said.
“I’m fine,” Cricket assured her again. “Go.”
Calliope sighed. “Are you two safe?”
“Yeah. We’re okay. Just need someone to bring us gas and you’re closer than anyone else.”
Arlo could hear her gathering her things as she said, “We’re on our way. We have gas for the generators that we can bring. Just hang tight.”
“Okay. We’ll stay put. Love you,” Dimitri said.
He ended the call and kissed Arlo’s temple. “Rescue is officially en route.”
Arlo let out a long, relieved breath. “Told you we weren’t gonna die.”
Dimitri laughed softly. “You did not.”
Arlo smiled anyway, rolling onto his side, using Dimitri’s chest as a pillow, letting his eyes slip shut. He yawned, a high pitched sound escaping as he did. He burrowed his face deeper into Dimitri’s coat with a contented sigh.
“Take a nap,” Dimitri said. “I’ll let you know when they get here.”
Arlo tipped his head up, frowning. “What about you?”
Dimitri reached into his pocket, pulling out his AirPods. “I’ll just listen to my music. My phone’s almost fully charged.”
“Can I listen too?”
Dimitri cued up some Christmas music—a playlist he’d made just for Arlo—carefully tucking the other AirPod into Arlo’s ear.
Arlo didn’t think he made it through a whole song before he was drifting off but he couldn’t help it.
The heat of Dimitri’s body, the steady thumping of his heart beneath his ear, the low Christmas music… it was all too comfortable, too cozy.
Arlo was almost out when he thought to mumble. “Merry Christmas.”
“It’s not Christmas just yet.”
“Close ‘nuff,” Arlo said.
Only Dimitri could make him feel this safe, this cared for, while stranded in a snowstorm on the side of the road.
Arlo really was lucky. Outside, the storm howled—but inside the car was warm, the people he cared about most were safe. Soon they’d be at the Mulvaneys, in the room they always shared, laughing and joking with their friends and family. With the people Arlo always felt comfortable with.
Thanks to Dimitri.
Arlo’s happiness was always enough for Dimitri.