***Themes: Spanking & Dominant Joe/Submissive Steven***

The rain calmly pattered against crystal clear glass as a small black car calmly rolled down the busy Boston roads. Bright headlights illuminated the darkness around it and the windscreen wipers swept away all the hundreds of grey raindrops that drizzled down the windscreen. And as usual, the radio blazoned the news whilst the two people inside the vehicle hands stayed linked, both occasionally combing dark wavy and curly hair out of the other's eyes.

It was all a very pleasant, tranquil scene... until an earsplitting scream broke the sweet silence, in turn scaring the wits out of the driver. The wheels screeched aggressively as they made a sharp, awkward U-turn - much to the annoyance and irritation of the public as the car began swerving hazardously in the middle of the road. Naturally, this dangerous move was greeted with many swears and angry honks.

It took awhile for control to be regained of the direction the fast moving vehicle was heading before the brakes were slammed on and the car was brought to an abrupt halt on the side of a deserted street. Loud, heavy breathing filled the car as the duo tried to stomach what had just happened. As anticipated, the curly-haired man was the first to speak up.

"Don't you fucking dare scream in my ear like that again!" Joe shouted, angrily beeping the horn. "I've told you a million times to NEVER distract me when I'm driving!" He glared at the fluffy-haired man seated next to him who infuriatingly gave him a puzzled look like he didn't know what he just fucking did, the little-

"I didn't mean to," Steven mumbled, his eyes cast downwards as he picked antsily at his sandwich that was supposed to have been consumed at lunchtime.

Steven and Joe had had a pretty busy day at the studio, leaving them no time to sit down and peacefully eat their lunch together like usual.

"Then why did you scream?!" Joe demanded angrily, squeezing the steering wheel until his hands drained of all colour. "I thought you'd hurt yourself!" Several upset and frustrated tears rolled down his face. He was completely on edge from anger and tiredness from being at the studio all day that he was unable to contain his emotions.

"I'm fine, baby," his boyfriend reassured, kissing his cheek several times. "I just saw some cute, fluffy kittens. Look!" he squealed excitedly, starting to bounce up and down in his seat.

"Oh for god's sake- " Joe glared when his face was grabbed and he was pulled over to Steven's side so he was forced to stare out the window at the adorable trio of kittens that plodded out of view. Trust Steven to get excited over the sight of cute animals.

"Aren't they adorable?!" Steven cooed, his warm breath fogging up the window. "I want one."

"I'm adorable too, you know. And I know I buy you most things, but I'm not getting you a pet. You're already hard enough to take care of. Now, get off my face." Joe faced away from the foggy glass and pushed his boyfriend's hand away, allowing himself to massage his jaw. "Don't do that again. And ya know we could've fucking died because of you! You're in so much trouble when we get home," Joe growled, placing his hand on Steven's thick thigh and squeezing it until the older man's shoulders tensed up. "You know what, whilst we're here, get over my lap. You need to be disciplined for pissing me off like this."

He watched as Steven squirmed awkwardly in his seat, clearly debating whether he should comply or not. The couple were both very comfortable with their sex life and how they communicated during their sessions, but Joe knew how unsure Steven had become when it came to location. When they first started getting intimate, they were both incredibly needy for each other's touch and were frequently having sex. It wasn't strictly for the bedroom. They'd done it all over the house and even in public when they couldn't contain themselves any longer.

Joe had complained several times to Steven that he was way too loud and needed to keep it down so they didn't get caught, whilst Steven had complained to him that he was too rough, which he always profusely apologised afterwards. So Joe understood what Steven was feeling. But this punishment was only going to be a few minutes...until they got home.

"But we're in public, everyone can see us...Can't we just save it for home...?" Steven delicately requested, knowing how frowned upon it was to be gay. It was the seventies, after all.

"Steven..." Joe warned, his eyes narrowing. "I'm warning you. You know how this works. And don't squirm." He pressed his hand firmly down on Steven's crotch. "You can squirm all you want for me later. Oh, someone's excited." He smirked as Steven blushed hard, knowing exactly what he secretly wanted.

"Lap. Now." Joe ordered, his voice serious. He wasn't in the mood for messing around. He'd already had enough of Steven's antics earlier by being groped the whole time during band practice, making him purposefully and continuously mess up one of his solos.

The guitarist quietly watched the frontman slowly unbuckle his seatbelt, his chin buried in his sweater. He leaned backwards, giving Steven enough room to comfortably shimmy over and onto his lap. Joe observed the man that now lay across him, taking the time to admire the thin body he had in his possession. The loose fitting clothes concealing visible bones that hid underneath, skinny legs and arms, small feet, and thick, gorgeous hair. He couldn't help but feel so lucky that he was now dating such a beautiful specimen.

"You're not gonna ask me to undress?" Steven questioned after a minute of nothing, the tips of his fingers touching the floor.

"This isn't a free show, Steven," Joe rumbled, massaging the elder's bony shoulders hard with both index and middle fingers. "You can strip when we're inside the house. Now shut it."

"O- okay, daddy," Steven stuttered, immediately earning his first spank. "AH-"

"Didn't I just tell you to shut it?!" Joe smiled smugly when he was met with a meek nod in response. He was enjoying the power he had over his boy for a short duration.

Raising a chafed hand he hovered it directly above Steven's ass, before he brought it down with a loud 'smack'. The first moan of the day rang through the enclosed space, making Joe bite his lip in satisfaction. It amazed him that he was able to make Steven produce such beautiful sounds.

For the next three minutes, the car was filled with Steven's groans and moans as Joe continued to harshly spank him. By now, it was dark enough that they didn't have to worry about being seen, giving Steven enough confidence to partially undress.

"Good boy," Joe praised, patting Steven's head. "Now lay back down and be quiet and let me finish."

Steven nodded and obediently lay down on his stomach again, his jeans floating around his ankles.

A couple more spanks later and Joe decided that he had punished Steven enough. If it wasn't for the fact that his hands were aching and red then he would've happily continued, but he had to save the best part for later. He tapped his partner's head several times, signalling that it was over and he could get up and resume, but Steven continued to lay there, exhausted from the mild punishment he had endured.

"Can't..." Steven finally whined. "Puppy is tired."

"Well then, sir will just have to think of another punishment for puppy," Joe announced, giving him a kiss as he hoisted Steven's jeans back around his waist and strapped him back into his seat. "Don't look so relaxed, sweetheart," he told him when he saw how calm Steven had become. "The fun is only just getting started."