"I don't make a habit of forgetting women I sleep with," Will snapped and pushed a little harder on the gas pedal. "It wasn't that long ago."

"And after she broke up with me?"

"What about it?"

"She dumped me for that other guy she'd been dating, the astrolo-astrono--"

"Astrophysicist," Will interrupted him and couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Go figure. From you to an astrophysicist."

"Hey! She's a nice girl. Anyway, they got married. Last week," Tyler added thoughtfully.

Will stared down at him. "You're kidding me."

"Would I do that? Watch the road!"

"You're pulling my leg."

"You're a snob, you know that?"

"What, you don't think it was quick?"

"You slept with her, too, dipshit."

"So I did. Which proves I am not a snob."

"No, you dated Darla. That proves you're not a snob."

"How?"

Tyler smirked. "Well, Darla. She had no class. Ye Olde Chestless Wonder."

"She had no class because she had no breasts?"

"Ha! I told you you're funny. Except when you're not. Got nothing to do with it. I just remembered the breast thing is all."

"Sure. It all comes down to the feminine attributes with you, Ty. You know that?"

"What? She had no boobs, Will. No fault of her own, but hey, I have eyes. At least Tina had boobs."

"Yeah, in place of brains," Will said and smirked down at him.

"Yeah, speaking of brains. You thought you were in love with Ye Olde CW. Classy as potted meat."

Will felt his face go hot. "Okay, well, that was a couple of years ago."

"How was she on blowjobs?" Tyler asked, being obnoxious, and Will's face flamed hotter. Tyler grinned. He tried to prop an elbow on Will's leg to hold up his head, but there wasn't enough room. His elbow slid off, perilously close to Will's balls again. Will gave him a warning look, which he ignored. "Say, did you know I out drank Lenny the Lush one time? Wasn't easy, either."

"You got drunk with Lenny? Why in the hell would you--"

"And one time I was loaded and I bowled a 220."

"Thought you didn't bowl."

"I said I was drunk, didn't I? Oh, and I did a handstand drunk, once, remember, after you told me you could do them and now--"

"Yeah, I remember. You fell on your face and almost broke your--"

"--I'm gonna do you. Right now, right in the car." He grinned agreeably up at Will, but his eyes promised it was gonna happen.

Will's mouth fell open. He closed it before something was said about catching flies and then swallowed, apparently the wrong way. "And you nearly threw up, too," he managed to get out, then started coughing. Tyler reared up and slapped him on the shoulder. He put some weight behind it, too.

"Stop hitting me!" Will gasped and coughed some more.

"Can't help you get choked up so easy." Tyler's hand moved to Will's zipper. Will's fingers curled around Tyler's, stopping the movement. He glanced down, then up at the road, then back down again, warning Tyler with a look. Tyler reached without looking, his palm curling around Will's knee, rubbing gently. His hand moved up, cupped Will's leg inside his thigh, then further up to his crotch. Will grunted at that first touch, moving in tight, hard strokes against his hard-on.

And Will was hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, hard enough to hurt. He opened his mouth to yell at Tyler, reached a hand down to shove him away and instead spread his left leg open wide and his right one as far as he could and still keep his foot on the gas. Tyler grasped the zipper of his jeans and pulled.

Will's chest heaved, trying to suck in more air. It didn't seem real, not even when Tyler pulled the flaps of his jeans open as wide as he could and yanked his underwear down to get at him. Will cursed but didn't pull away, looking down at Tyler's mop of hair, shot through with warm brown and red highlights. He felt heat and suction lower around his cock, surrounding, tightening. Ty's mouth, oh God his mouth, his tongue licking and wrapping around him, so wet, so sweet, so insane, and too late, way too late to stop. Tyler's mouth slid up and down, clumsy, determined, devouring, and Will went out of his fucking mind, arching into his mouth, jerking his leg hard against the car door and moaning, the helpless sound of it astonishing even himself.

The driver of a green convertible in the right lane honked frantically as their car veered, heading toward it. Will saw the driver's mouth open in a terrified O and swung the wheel left, Tyler's mouth leaving him as he looked up a second, making sure everything was under control, then sank back down. Will groaned again, deep, looking blindly out the windshield, trying desperately to remember that they were going to crash with his dick in Ty's mouth if he didn't take care of business first.