it’s not the most convenient place to be doing something like this, but comfort doesn’t even make it onto the galactic list of worries on jongin’s mind as chanyeol grinds down rough and hard into his lap. neither of them would be considered the most compact of people, so it should really be thought of as an accomplishment that both of them have somehow managed to squeeze into the driver’s seat.
jongin releases a low moan from the back of his throat that mingles with the rhythmic pitter-patter of water drizzling down against the windows as chanyeol speeds up the pace, desperately pushing down, down, down against jongin’s straining pants.
they’re on a time crunch, and there’s only so many minutes left.
chanyeol clutches the leather seat on either side of jongin’s head as they engage in a sloppy, heated kiss, the steering wheel jabbing uncomfortably into chanyeol’s lower back. but all of that discomfort fades away as jongin’s hand slips under his shirt, soft fingers skimming over the waist of chanyeol’s jeans, teasing him with butterfly touches that drive him into a state of frenzy with need.
a deafening roar reverberates all around them as the car begins to quiver, signaling the start of the dry cycle. and chanyeol redoubles his efforts, moving even faster and faster and faster until jongin is left incoherent and breathless, little bright spots exploding behind his eyes.
jongin’s mind goes entirely blank except for one thing, and that is chanyeol.
everything is chanyeol, his smell, his taste, his touch, and chanyeol is everything.
and jongin is so completely, thoroughly overwhelmed by the boy on his lap overloading his senses, he is quickly pushed over the edge with a loud moan that’s drowned out by the finishing few seconds of the dryer.
with a satisfied smile, chanyeol clumsily moves back into the passenger’s seat, lanky arms and legs colliding with the radio, the gear stick, the rear view mirror, pretty much every available surface of the car that can be reached.
the little light flashes green, giving them the okay to pull out of the car wash, and jongin is still staring out the window with a dazed expression.
he makes no motions to move and chanyeol laughs, gently nudging his arm to catch his attention, surprising jongin and jerking the flustered boy back down to planet earth as he fumbles to start the ignition.
“i told you we’d make it.”