just a grease

@lanceriver

lance river. and this is how it starts, take your shoes off in the back of my van. yeah, my shirt looks so good, when it's just hanging off your back.

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Walking towards the car, he was keeping his eyes on the floor as he wanted to get his mind off of the boy beside him. He just wanted to go back to Lance’s place, take a cold shower, and get his problem fixed. Bentley shivered at Lance’s voice and hissed softly, looking around before he grabbed his hand and almost ran to his vehicle. “I swear to god, Lance…” He growled, pulling him to the side of the car that was away from anyone’s view and pushed him up against it more gently than he meant to. He was trying to be rough and sexy like Lance was, but that definitely wasn’t his personality. “You’re trying to kill me..” He whimpered, meeting his lips as his hands gripped his shirt again. Bentley wasn’t think about getting caught.. his mind was focused on him.

Lance couldn't prevent the small moan that slipped passed his lips as Bentley pressed him against the car - he definitely was just as affected as his boyfriend was, he just knew how to handle it better. Wrapping his arms tightly around Ben, Lance pulled him in closer, licking across his bottom lip. "Get in the car, c'mon babe, in the car. We can't do this here, you know that," he murmured urgently, although his lips were moving across Ben's jaw and down to his throat as he spoke, unable to tear himself away. Letting out a low groan, Lance finally reached down to cup Bentley's ass in both hands, pulling him closer for one last, heated second before letting go entirely. He hurried around the front of the car, sliding into the drivers seat, and leaned over to tap at the glass of the passenger window.

"Like…. like what?" Bentley as Lance pulled away from the kiss that ultimately made it worse. He never had to just.. think it away, usually he could go fix it himself but, as they were in public at that moment, that wasn’t even a possibility. At his boyfriend’s word, his eyes widened and he whined softly, moving slightly to adjust himself as it made him even more uncomfortable, the boy hanging on to his hand before he reluctantly let go. "Home… home, y-yea.." He whispered, walking slowly out from under the bleachers with his flushed face. "W-Where’s your car?" The boy asked him, the hold on his bag so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

Lance simply shrugged at his first question, enjoying this situation immensely. Their relationship hadn't advanced very far yet, in fact, Lance didn't think that they'd even been naked with each other, not since before all of this had started. He wasn't stupid, he knew that Bentley would often go take care of himself whenever he needed to, and honestly, Lance would too. It was almost like an unspoken agreement that they were taking things slow - but all of that had seemed to change lately, and Lance figured that they were both more than ready to get their hands on each other. But first, he'd have some fun. "It's over here," he said, pointing to the corner of the parking lot. He glanced around quickly, and upon realizing no one was close enough to over hear, he leaned in closer to Ben. "You're so fucking hot right now, Ben," he murmured low, his voice deepening a bit. "So needy."

"Babe…." The boy whined softly, his hands gripping tighter at Lance’s shirt. Bentley didn’t take teasing too well and he always got super worked up… he was basically horny twenty-four, seven and it was super frustrating for the teen. As the blue orbs moved down to Ben’s lower region, he covered his front with his duffel bag, his cheeks turning a dark pink color as he stood there. "T-This isn’t fair!" He exclaimed, his hand going to his tender neck and wincing slightly with a small grin as he covered it up. He loved marks.. it proved that he was Lance’s. "I gotta g-go see my momma a-and… she’s gonna notice!" He rambled with his voice in a higher pitch as he broke out of his small trance, the boy panicking slightly as he stared at Lance.

Lance's eyebrows shot up, and he grinned at his boyfriend, leaning back in to press a gentle kiss to the boy's lips. "You'd better try to think about something decidedly unsexy, hm?" He questioned as he pulled back, tapping gently at Ben's cheek. "Probably shouldn't think too hard about that shower I promised you," Lance teased, lacing their fingers together for a moment, giving a tight squeeze, before breaking away entirely. "C'mon, babe, let's go home. You're a mess." He smirked again, wiggling his eyebrows.

As he was pushed up against the beam rougher than before, the boy shut his eyes, his head tilting back slightly. “Lance…” Bentley mumbled, his breath hitching at the kisses that were being places on his neck. Lance hadn’t ever been this rough with him and Bentley loved it.. more than he should have, he thought. “N-Not.. not my bro, no..” He squeaked, the boy feeling hotter than he had and a little bit uncomfortable— his boyfriend was putting Ben in a tough situation.

Lance hummed approvingly before biting down hard on Bentley's pulse point, sucking at the spot until he was satisfied with the mark he had left there. "Atta boy," he said quietly, his voice low and a little rough as he pulled away entirely. He was being reckless, he knew that, but he wasn't about to linger here, not when anyone could catch them - besides, he always liked an opportunity to tease Bentley, and getting him this worked up only to stop was the perfect situation. Lance took a few steps away, aiming a cocky smirk in his boyfriend's direction, his gaze flicking blatantly to the bulge in Bentley's pants.

"Yea? How much did you watch?" Bentley asked with a happy smile, looking up at him only when he was pushed against something. The younger boy immediately smiled, the smile only faded as he felt Lance’s lip crash against his and he moaned softly. As he pulled away for hair, he raised a brow as his hands went to his boyfriend’s chest and gripped at his shirt. "We’re going to get catch, baby.." He whispered, leaning in to place soft, small and quick kisses on his face.

Lance pressed his knee up between each of Bentley's, teasing his boyfriend as he pushed him harder against the rough surface. "I don't give a fuck right now," he muttered, ducking his head to nip at Ben's neck. "Fuck, you look good. Looked so good out there," he continued to murmur, peppering kisses across his boyfriend's skin. "Not your bro, babe, am I? Not when I can get you moaning just from this."

#lanCE CHILL OUT

"Thanks, bro." Bentley laughed, patting him on the shoulder. He had a wide grin on his face but it hurt to call Lance ‘bro’ and you could see it in his dark brown eyes. His mother could see it in both of their faces and she sighed, kissing Ben’s head before telling him she’d see him at home. “I thought you were working today. Ben said as he put his duffel bag over his shoulder and ushered Lance to walk underneath the bleachers with him, the boy letting himself walk closer to him as they were hidden.

Lance practically flinched at the platonic word that left Ben's lips, glancing away immediately so that the other boy wouldn't see how much it bothered him. He hadn't been Bentley's "bro" in a long, long time. Even before they were together, they were more likely to call each other pet names. "Got the afternoon off so I could surprise you," he murmured quietly, just loud enough for Bentley to hear him. As they stepped off the bleachers and moved behind it, Lance couldn't help himself - ignoring how reckless of a move it was, he turned and pushed Bentley against one of the columns that held up the benches, pressing their bodies together. He bent his knee, bringing it up to slide it between both of Bentley's legs and bringing his lips crashing down on Ben's, biting down on his boyfriend's bottom lip.

Feeling him tense up, she removed her arm before sighing. She hated seeing a boy she loved so scarred from his family at home. If she could’ve taken Lance when he was boy, she would’ve. “Thank you for making him happy.” She simply said before cheering for Bentley who had gotten the last player out. The boy on the field was laughing with his teammates as he was playfully thrown around. He was happy and beaming— it was a very Bentley vibe. Ben looked up at the bleachers towards his mom, his eyes widening once he saw Lance and he ran towards the bench to gather his things. It was noticeable he was excited, but you couldn’t tell what for unless you were Lance or his mother. Lance had only been to a few games, so whenever he came, Ben was ecstatic. “Mooooommmmmma!” His voice rang as he jogged over to the bleachers once everyone cleans out of the field, his arms going around her for a hug before he embraced Lance, the hug more of a best friend hug than what they usually shared.

Lance offered a small, grateful smile to Ben's mom, before they both started cheering, clapping along with the rest of the parents and friends that littered the bleachers. He grinned, watching Bentley's face as he glanced over, and his stomach flipped. Just the sight of his boy, sweaty and worn out, but excited and exhilarated and fresh off a victory - it was enough to give him butterflies. Lance folded his arms around Ben, sneaking a quick, tight squeeze to their embrace before reluctantly pulling away. All he wanted to do was pull the younger boy into his lap and kiss him silly. "Surprise," he said instead, grinning. "You were great, ba- Benny," he corrected himself, scrunching his nose.

"You’re so good to him." She said, her arm going around his shoulders a bit as she kept her eyes towards the field as Bentley had striked another boy out. Bentley’s mother knew, more or less, that her son played for the other team and as much as that was a taboo where they lived, she didn’t mind. He was her boy and if it made him happy, then she would support him with out a doubt in her mind. Her eyes went to Lance and she saw the look on his face as he watched the younger boy and she smiled to herself. "Bein’ in love is a great feelin, ain’t it?" She asked him quietly, rubbing Lance’s back as she looked from him to Ben.

Lance frowned slightly, his muscles tensing up under the arm around his shoulders. He didn't like discussing his relationship with anyone else, didn't like discussing his sexuality or his crushes or anything - at home, a conversation like that would end with bruises. He knew that Bentley's mother would never do anything like that, that she'd never even raise her voice towards him unless he was dipping a finger in the cookie dough or, ironically, sneaking into Ben's room with a black eye and a limp - but it still made him uneasy to mention it. "Guess so," he murmured, noncommittal, chewing on the inside of his lip as he watched Ben.

They just had to strike these last few guys out and they’d win— it was up to Ben at this point. “Lance? Sweetheart?” Bentley’s mother called out as she leaned over at the older boy whom she saw as her own kid. “Whatcha doin’ down there, silly? Get up here. Did you think you were gonna get past me without a hello?” The woman teased, smiling down at him as she patted the seat next to her. Bentley very much took after his mother in personality and looks, the woman always had a smile residing on her face much like her son. “You finally made it, huh? Benny’s been talkin’ about you comin’ to one of his games— he’s gonna be thrilled!” She exclaimed, hugging Lance tightly before she went back to watching Ben.

Lance blinked at the sudden call of his name, and he turned and popped up onto his tip toes to peek over at who was speaking to him, not surprised in the slightest when it turned out to be Bentley's mother. She was a sweet woman, someone he trusted and loved, so it wasn't hard for him to vault himself up onto the bleachers, squeezing in next to her. "Hey, Mrs. L," he greeted casually, grinning. "Just wanted to surprise him," Lance admitted, giving a little shrug, although his gaze was fixed firmly on his boyfriend.

"Latoria! You’re pitchin’!" His coach yelled, the word making Bentley grin heavily. He loved pitching— it was one of things he was great at. Pulling on his mitt, the boy went out onto the mound, his eyes scanning the bleachers for Lance… why? It was just habit, just hoping that he’d be at one game to see him, but he knew that his boyfriend has responsibilities above him and that was more than understandable to Bentley. He fixed his hat, smiling a bit as he saw his mom and cleared his head. There was someone watching him play at least. "Come on, baby!" His mother called and that made Bentley laugh and crack a wider smile. He was going to play as best as he could like he always did… for his momma, for Lance.

Call him whipped, call him cheesy - it didn't matter much to Lance. He just liked to make his boyfriend happy, loved to see the younger boy smile at him, especially when his grin grew wider and wider until his eyes crinkled in the corners. He knew it had to be disappointing for Ben, at least a little bit, that Lance could never come watch him play - so Lance had made sure to ask his boss about leaving early that day, planning it days in advance. He wanted to surprise his boyfriend. He leaned against the bleachers, being sure to stay back a bit, and smiled to himself as Bentley stepped up to the plate, his heart warming to see his boyfriend looking so happy.

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Shuddup! We’ll continue this argument after my game, yea? I’ll be back here as soon as it’s over.

Looking forward to it.

Oh, I love to be reminded. You’re cuter though, so.

Nah, babe. You're cute as fuck.

Yes! Little.. date night, yea?

You fucking cute ass.

..still my treat.

Yeah. Still your treat.

Let’s make one then..

That's what I meant by the pizza. Just order in. Nothing fancy or expensive.

Half way?

Like a compromise, or whatever.

If that’s what you want, yea. I don’t really care.. are you upset?

I'm not upset. Just think we should meet half way.

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