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“We have five minutes,” Larry hissed, quickly setting a timer on his phone and locking the stall door, “exactly .” He clamped the fluffy sides of Steve’s face between his hands and yanked him in for a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue, but for Steve it wasn’t unwelcome in the least. He was fairly comfortable with their relationship being as fleeting and brief as it always had to be; after all, he also had a job, but only one of them. What Steve took for granted as a two-day weekend was Larry’s busiest time of the work week, and 3pm on a Saturday was rush hour. Even still, Steve felt warm and fuzzier than usual at the thought that Larry spent a nonzero amount of his time at work thinking of him.
Larry spun and propped a hand against the door, quickly, before Steve really had a chance to get his tongue past Larry’s biting teeth, and made immediate work of his belt buckle and pants, shucking them off himself and groping Steve between his legs. He grumbled in frustration when he felt Steve’s stupid bell bottoms, still standing between himself and the hard-on that would have been embarrassingly quick to the draw if they weren’t already crunched for time.
“Get those off,” Larry hissed while Steve fumbled with the fly he’d successfully unzipped a thousand times, “Quickly!”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“And keep your voice down,” Larry snapped, yanking Steve’s boxer waistband down before his fly was even halfway undone. In a dizzying single motion, Steve found himself buried within Larry, who was hotter and tighter than ever before, and so desperately slick from his own pent-up frustration. Larry only allowed them both a half second to groan and adjust before he startled Steve into a blistering pace.
“Now you’re gonna fuck me as fast as you can, and we are gonna keep quiet, because anybody could come in at any moment, okay? Yes?” Larry snapped.
“Yes,” Steve rasped, “absolutely, yes, sir!”
Steve matched Larry’s rough movements with a little practice, their hips smacking off each other at a blistering pace that sucked the air from Steve’s lungs. Larry changed it up in a split second, though, hissing something about all the noise, about the customers, and pressed their hips firmly together, instructing him not to pull too far out or make that sound he was making.
“Larry,” Steve panted.
“Shh!” Larry hissed, muscles constricting Steve in a way that made it hard to move and even harder to think straight.
“Nobody’s really here, a-ah - a-and don’tcha think that - uuh - this might be too fast?”
“Shut up and fuck me exactly how I tell you to,” Larry whispered back, “I do not have the time for this. I don’t have time for anything, Steve, I’m already gambling with my job here, don’t make it riskier than it has to be.”
“I just…I think…” Steve trailed off, deliberately slowing down, despite Larry bucking back into him and groaning in frustration. He traced the back of the hand Larry was using to jack himself off, and, leaning forward, he pushed himself in, all the way in, and held him there for a moment, cupping Larry’s jaw with his free hand.
“Ffffffuck,” Larry gasped, annoyed and tense with his muscles fluttering uncontrollably around Steve’s cock, slowly handing the reins over to Steve as he massaged Larry’s aching dick with his incredibly soft fingers.
“I think you might actually cum a little faster if you let yourself feel something, Larry, I really do,” Steve continued. “I think you should just focus on how good that feels. Try it.”
“O-okay,” Larry said through his teeth, making a lovely noise that was tragically strangled by his inhibitions the second it left his throat, tightening as Steve slid backwards and shuddering when he pushed himself back in, so slow it was torture, but so fucking intense he struggled to care whether it took the rest of the day.
“Oh, my god,” Larry sighed out, blissfully unaware of his volume, and Steve breathed it in, relishing the rare way Larry’s noises were allowed to bounce off the bathroom walls. “Ohhh, fuck.”
“That’s very good. Just like that. Doesn’t that feel better?”
“F-f-feels good,” Larry purred, back down to a whisper now, rocking in tandem with Steve’s luxurious movements. “I-I’m - it - ffffuck, thank you .”
Steve grinned from ear to ear, feeling a little too powerful for his own good. “You’re so welcome! Do you think you can cum like this? For me?”
“I-I think…I…Oh, my god, I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” He didn’t need to ask, really, he could feel the rhythmic throbbing around himself like it was his own heartbeat, and he was so swept up in Larry’s broken voice and stuttering movements it wouldn’t be long before he’d have to test his pull-out skills.
“Uh-hhhh uuh ,” Larry managed to eke out, in between shuddering breaths that echoed throughout his body.
“Good. Good job, Larry. You’re so good at this. You could pursue a career.”
Larry snorted. “Shut up.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Steve gently squeezed the base of Larry’s cock, two fingers slotted around it, slowly sliding back and forth, just lucid enough to recognize footsteps outside the door. “Now take a deep breath for me, okay?”
“Okay…?” Larry said, dizzy and absentminded with arousal, breathing in as deep as he could before Steve clamped a hand over his mouth, pressing himself as far into Larry as possible and pressing Larry into the stall door in turn, turning their position into something almost completely immobile, right as the bathroom door swung open. Larry clenched in shock, but Steve kept massaging him right where he needed it, stilling every other movement and keeping Larry from so much as sucking in a stray breath.
The customer used a urinal. Larry cringed and furrowed his brows and contorted his face to keep himself quiet, wanting nothing more than to elbow Steve in the stomach, but so desperate for him to keep going. He could only wait and press against every gentle circle of Steve's fingers.
Just as oxygen deprivation snuck up on Larry, the door to the bathroom slammed shut and he was allowed to suck in a very loud breath, dizzy and coughing, tugged gently back into Steve’s languid rocking, his free hand creeping along his flaming skin, petting him reverently under his work uniform.
“Man, I must be doing something right, huh? I can feel your pulse, y’know, it’s really fast,” Steve murmured against his shoulder, out of breath himself, overwhelmed with the way Larry’s muscles swallowed him in and constricted.
“Mmmm’gonna cum,” Larry confirmed, unable to stifle the way he chirped every time Steve’s hips connected with his own. “Make me cum. Make me cum right now.”
“Yeah, okay,” Steve said, too breathless to get cocky, pressing an open-mouthed kiss and a sucking bite into the back of his neck, and Larry was shaking and buckling against the stall door in seconds, unable to say a word with Steve’s slick fingers straddling his cock and stroking in tandem with his intoxicating irregular rhythm.
They panted together for a very brief moment before Larry’s five-minute timer faded into earshot through their fog. Steve was too hot and bothered to process as he was shoved off, zipped up, and kissed with a hot and gentle mouth that completely lacked the kind of biting insistence of before. “Visit me at work more often.”
“Okay.”
“As much as you want. I can never guarantee anything, but-”
“You don’t have to guarantee anything to make me wanna see you,” Steve said, dizzy, and Larry smiled his absolute widest for a split second before washing his hands and vanishing to do his job.