From the casual attire instruction that I received over text, I expect them to drive me to their place. A dinner date in their kitchen or a picnic in their backyard, perhaps, but per their usual, they surprise me by driving right past their street, and well out of town. I try my best to go with the flow; if they wanted me to know they would have told me. Alas my willpower doesn't last long. After thirty minutes of driving, I can't help but question them. "Where are we going?"

       "It's a surprise." Of course, Casper doesn't budge. "You lasted a lot longer than I expected."

      "We wanted to get out of town," Lawson expands. "We understand why you want to keep this a secret from the people we know, but we didn't want to hide this weekend."

       I guess that was something. It was better than nothing.

      "You guys didn't give me much information, I only packed the basics," I warn. I'm not prepared a weekend out of town. I don't have much more than lounge wear and pyjamas in my bag.

      "Don't worry about it." Casper grins. "I packed an extra bag for you."

      I groan. I can just imagine what he packed.

      "I went through the bag as well," Lawson reassures me.

      Casper whips his head towards Lawson as though in betrayal. "I should have known you'd fall into old habits so easily. You've always been whipped when it comes to your sweet Desirae."

       Lawson swats Casper's hand away as the blond tries to caress his cheek. By the chuckle that escapes Casper, I know that he's far from finished with the teasing. He's always hated silence.

      He twists in his seat to look at me. "Do you remember when we went to that medieval festival in grade four?"

      Lawson groans as if he knows exactly where the conversation is heading.

      "Of course, I remember," I answer. "I was so stressed because Ivy kept trying to pair everyone up."

      Lawson's eyes meet mine in the mirror and I shrink in my seat. I hear his silent accusation: She tried to pair you with me.

      "Poor little Lawson," Casper coos. "He wouldn't even talk to me on the bus. He spent the whole ride moping; heartbroken after you rejected him."

      I hide my smile behind my hand. I can still remember sitting in the seat behind the two and watching Lawson's reflection through the window. I felt so bad.

       "I'm sorry!" I laugh softly. "I really did like you, Lawson, but I felt pressured. If it makes you feel better, I was heartbroken because I thought you wanted to pair up with Kassidy."

       Lawson and Casper scoff.

      "As is he would have even looked at another person back then."

      "Everyone knew it too," Lawson sighs.

       He used to wear his heart on his sleeve. He's a little more closed off now; more difficult to read. Although I notice glimpses of that more vulnerable boy when he looks at Casper. I'm looking forward to seeing past those new walls. With Casper speaking on Lawson's behalf all the time, those walls will either grow stronger or be forced to come crashing down.

      As much as Casper's endless babbling makes me laugh, my eyes start growing heavy. We've been driving for about two hours now, and stressed by the upcoming date, I slept like shit last night. I try to fight but I know I'm moments away from dozing off. I'm sure to wake with a picture of my drooling face as Casper's new screensaver. I was granting him more blackmail material.

      "Are you getting sleepy back there?" Casper calls out.

      I startle at his voice, chin raising from where it was nodding towards my chest. I rub my face and narrow my eyes at him.

      The mischievous glint in his blue eyes evaporates any sense of sleepiness. I know that look. He's bored and looking for trouble. I am very much awake now, frozen under my new favourite smirk. I watch attentively as he reaches for Lawson's crotch.

      Lawson's fingers tighten around the steering wheel as Casper fondles his hardening cock before unzipping his pants and taking him in hand. Lawson's gaze meets mine in the mirror. He knows that this is partly to give me a show, but there's certainly no objection dancing across his features. He rests in his head on the seat and returns his gaze to the road.

       Casper twists in his seat and shares a look with me through the two front seats as he lowers his head towards his busy hand. I'm half aware that cars could be driving by and witnessing Casper's show, but I can't get myself to look away or care.

       Lawson grunts as Casper takes him in his mouth in one long glide. I think my brain short-circuits. I can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm sitting in the backseat of a car, watching Casper McClain gives his long-time best friend head.

       It was quite obvious that this was far from Casper's first blowjob. He takes Lawson between his lips with ease and knows exactly when to pull away to ensure it's not over too soon. Every time Lawson's body tenses with his pending orgasm, Casper's lips depart his cock with a loud pop and coy grin.

       "Casper, I swear to—" Lawson starts as Casper once again pulls away right before he can go over the edge. With a wicked grin the blond finally gives him what he wants. He takes him in his mouth once more, somehow deeper than before, and hollows his cheeks. Lawson grabs the steering wheel with two hands as he cries out and finishes in Casper's mouth.

       I'm torn between watching a panting Lawson or studying the way Casper's throat bobs as he swallows it all. My face is warm, in a mixture of intense arousal and faint embarrassment from how much I enjoyed watching that.

       "You like watching, don't you?" Casper calls me out. He runs a thumb over his lip, swiping away excess cum before sucking it clean.

       I inhale through my nose. This man was going to be the death of me.

      "Your pupils were blown wide when you walked in on us that first night," he goes on.
"Your little voyeur heart probably soared at the thought of seeing the real deal."

       I'm speechless, unable to deny his assumption. I settle for narrowing my eyes at him— pathetic I know. I half hope Lawson will butt in and somehow turn this against Casper, but instead I find him smirking at my reflection in the mirror as he adjusts himself back into his pants. Of course, he would take his boyfriend's side.

       "You're oddly quiet," Casper taunts some more.

       While I don't know if they're into pet play, surely Lawson has considered getting his man a muzzle.

       "I'm still trying to decide if that was real," I admit. "Let me replay that fantasy a few more times. I promise that I'll come back to the real world, soon."

       "Glad you enjoyed it," Casper chuckles. "If you're good, I'll let you watch him take me in the ass later."

       "Fucking hell, Casper," I groan and cover my face in my hands. He was relentless.

      Lawson throws his head back, laughter echoing through the car. Fuckers. This was not quite the tag-teaming I had envisioned.

       "I won't judge if you want to rub one out back there." Casper continues with a crooked grin. "But you'll have to be quick because we're almost there."

       I flip him the bird. All I need is for the hotel's doorman to witness my desperate act of self-pleasure. Contrary to their apparent belief, I do have some self-control. Casper has another thing coming, if he thinks I won't retaliate for all this teasing when my brain finally starts to function at its usual capacity.

       By the time we pull into the hotel, I worry that I won't survive the night. They haven't even touched me yet, and I'm squirming in my seat.