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He had meant for the kiss to fall on his friend's mouth, gently, softly. It was so easy to scare the man. Couldn't do this wrong...

Instead, it fell on Doc's cheek, near the corner of his quivering lips, a bead of rainwater dropping onto the shaking mouth, and Doc made a little noise before gently gripping the back of Marty's head with shaking hands and pulling him down to catch him in an awkward kiss.

It wasn't perfect. It was oddly angled and nervous and their teeth clashed and cut into tender lips and more than once, Marty's tongue missed it's mark and rasped across his friend's chin in the dark.

It was exquisite.

While Marty was trying to be gentle, Doc was kissing back like he was terrified the boy would evaporate in thin air, both hands now clutching at his waist in a death grip and it only made Marty even more emotional. Marty rarely knew sense when he was emotional. When he got emotional, he got rougher and more desperate and they both gasped in surprise when Marty pressed an unexpected erection into the other man's thigh.

"Nnnnggghhh!"

Whether the choked groan came from the boy or the elder was uncertain but either way, the sentiment was the same as Doc arched his back a little and shifted his grip from the back of Marty's neck to his drenched hair, clenching his fingers and showering his coat and sweater with fat droplets of rainwater.

He gasped again as he felt a tentative tongue drag itself across the seam of his lips before taking advantage and plunging itself into his mouth as far as it could go, tickling his soft pallate before Doc had to wrench away to breath. His eyes widened and he licked his lips. Never in all his years had he been kissed like that. It couldn't have really even been called a kiss. More like his mouth had been pleasurably ravaged.

And he couldn't catch his breath fast enough to do it again.

Another crash of thunder and the lights flickered and died again just as Marty tucked his face in Doc's neck and sighed as he rubbed his hips down against his friend again.

"Ahh...Ma...Marty...!"

He jumped and gave a little yelp as he felt the boy nip his earlobe sharply before laving at the sore spot. Eyes shot impossibly wider and he made a little sound that would have embarrassed him had Marty not chosen that moment to slip his hands under the hem of his sweater and drag his nails lightly across his ribs before sliding the warm material up his chest.

Another wail of thunder and they both jumped a little, fingers sliding from ribs to sternum for support when Marty leaned up in the dark and gave a breathy chuckle in Doc's ear.

"Well... this is fun..."

"This is insane, Marty..."

"Insane is fun. Explains my hanging out with you all the time."

"How very touching."

Eyebrow arched in the dark and the older shifted a bit before hooking fingers into the boy's beltloops and tugging him up in a more comfortable position that didn't make his back and neck scream in protest.

"This is going to be awkward in the morning."

Slick, denim-clad hips, crushed down even harder and the older man could feel a hard lump press against his thigh again, could hear the gritting of the younger's teeth from the sensations, accompanied by a sharp hiss from his own lips. Gritting his own teeth as he heard the rasp of a zipper, slow and intoxicating, before his hand was snatched at and pressed firmly against the bulged front of the boy's damp boxers.

Doc's brain instantly went fuzzy at the edges and he slid his free hand into the tight slit of Marty's back pocket to drag him even closer, wriggling his fingers into the front of his underthings and tenderly squeezing at the hard column of flesh.

"Hell with it-"

A clever tongue swiped across his mouth again before Doc felt hands shove against his chest, forcing him back back down into the seats and wriggling soggy denim further down slender thighs before shoving his palm harder against firm flesh and soft curls.

Those hands roved across the worn sweater before slipping back under the edge and sliding across warm skin again, fingers tickling over a nipple before pinching playfully.

"Mmmmprhh!"

A groan muffled by the boy's tongue performing near impossible acrobatics at the back of his throat.

"Oooh... responsive..."

The elder cocked his head and arched an inquisitive eyebrow in the blackness and both were silent for a moment during a violent rumble of thunder.

The rumbling faded again even as the hiss of the rain grew heavier.

Then he pinched the unholy hell out of Marty's backside as he groped firmly at the hot flesh cradled in his hand. Instantly, the young man's head fell back and his back arched, damp fingers sinking into the flesh of Doc's chest before relaxing again and trembling slightly under the sweater.

"Jesus Christ, Doc- "

A small smirk in the blackness and Marty felt warm breath against his ear, before-

"Oh my. Wanton."

"That's not fair!"

"You did start this, Marty..."

Eyes in the dark. Defiant. Impassioned. Vulnerable. Adoring.

''You afraid... to finish it?"