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No One Knows

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Chris Turpin

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: handjobs, blowjobs, risk of getting caught, slight cumplay

Summary: Chris and Jake are trying to be quiet in the back of their tour van while the other members are sleeping.

A/N: don’t like it, don’t read it! <3

“Come on, we're almost there," Jake murmured into Chris's ear, his voice low and filled with excitement. They sat side by side in the dimly lit back of the Sprinter van, their knees bouncing in sync with the rhythm of the road. The quiet hum of the engine and the occasional snore from the other band members created a soothing backdrop for their hushed whispers.

Chris leaned closer, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down Jake's neck. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

Jake smirked, his hand sliding from Chris's knee to the bulge in his jeans. "You know exactly what I mean." He began to stroke him gently, feeling the fabric tighten under his touch. Chris bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Chris's hand mirrored Jake's movements, his own fingers tracing the outline of Jake's erection, his heart racing. They were both acutely aware of the fine line they were treading, the risk of waking the sleeping band members just a few feet away. The thrill of it all only made the tension between them more electric.

They exchanged a knowing glance, the air thick with desire. The van hit a pothole, sending a jolt through the vehicle, and they stifled their giggles, not wanting to alert anyone to their late-night rendezvous. Chris's hand found its way to Jake's zipper, his heart racing as he slowly pulled it down. The tension in the van grew thick, the air charged with the electricity of their desire. They glanced around, ensuring no one had stirred from their sleep. Satisfied with their privacy, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It grew deeper, more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of passion.

Chris's hand slipped into Jake's boxers, wrapping around his hot, hard length. Jake's hand followed suit, gripping Chris firmly, their strokes matching the tempo of their kisses. They moaned quietly into each other's mouths, the sound muffled by the fabric of the seats and their own mouths. The van's gentle sway only added to the eroticism of their clandestine encounter. The scent of leather and faint sweat mixed with their own musk, creating an intoxicating aroma that only fueled their desire.

Breaking the kiss, Jake looked into Chris's eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. "We should stop before someone wakes up," he breathed, though his hand didn't slow its pace.

Chris chuckled, his cheeks flushed. "Or we could just make sure we're quiet." He took over the kiss, his hand working Jake's shaft with more confidence. Jake's grip on Chris tightened in response, his hips moving subtly with each stroke.

They both knew they were playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of possibly getting caught only made it more exhilarating. They had to be careful not to let their passion overtake them and disturb the slumbering band members. Their kisses grew more fervent, tongues exploring and teasing as their hands worked in silent harmony.

The van took a sharp turn, and for a moment, their eyes met with a mix of fear and excitement. They managed to keep their composure, continuing their silent dance of desire. Jake reached over to unbuckle Chris's belt, the metal clank echoing softly in the quiet cabin. Chris gasped, his eyes wide, but he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled Jake closer, their bodies pressing together as the van rocked gently.

They kissed again, this time more desperately, as if the very air was running out. Their hands moved faster, their breaths shallower. Jake could feel the heat building in his stomach, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke. Chris's hand felt like a perfect fit around him, the pressure just right, the rhythm driving him closer to the edge.

Chris's hand grew slick with precum, and he used it to lubricate his movements. Jake's hand responded in kind, their grips tightening as the need grew more urgent. They were so close, so very close, and yet they couldn't risk a sound. The quiet moans they stifled only served to increase the intensity of their connection, the shared secret making it all the more intimate.

The van hit another bump, and the sudden jolt caused Jake's hips to thrust involuntarily into Chris's hand. The sound of fabric shifting was almost deafening in the silence. They froze for a second, holding their breath, waiting to see if the others had stirred. But the snores and light breathing remained unchanged, lulling them back into the cocoon of their stolen moment.

Chris resumed his gentle stroking, his thumb caressing the sensitive tip of Jake's cock. Jake's hand worked in tandem, the friction building between them. They found a rhythm that spoke of years of practice and unspoken understanding. Their eyes locked, and the unspoken question hung in the air.

With a nod of consent, they both leaned back into their seats, trying to get comfortable without making too much noise. The van's leather upholstery was cold against their skin, but the heat between them was more than enough to warm them up. They panted quietly, their breaths mingling in the darkness.

Jake leaned in, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Chris. He kissed along his neck, feeling the pulse race under his skin, and then lower, peppering his collarbone with soft kisses. Chris's hands found Jake's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as he encouraged him to go lower. With a smirk, Jake complied, his tongue tracing the path his kisses had made, until he reached Chris's waiting cock.

He took the head into his mouth, sucking gently at first, savoring the taste of salt and musk. Chris's soft whimpers filled the space between them, his hips bucking slightly as Jake's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. Jake's hand took over the stroking, his movements slow and deliberate, as he took more of Chris's length into his mouth. The van's occasional jolts and the need for stealth only added to the intensity, making every touch, every suck, every gasp feel like it could be their last before discovery.

Chris's eyes rolled back in his head, his hand tangling in Jake's hair as he tried to hold on. Jake could feel the tension in Chris's body, the way his thighs tensed and his breathing grew ragged. He knew he was close, and the thought of bringing him to the brink like this, in this stolen moment, was almost too much for him to handle. He deepened his strokes, his tongue flicking over the spot he knew would drive Chris wild.

Chris's hips jerked, and he let out a soft groan that was muffled by the collar of his shirt. Jake felt his cock throb in his mouth, and he knew he wasn't far behind. He picked up the pace, his cheeks hollowing as he took Chris deeper. The taste of him was intoxicating, the feel of him in his mouth a heady rush that had Jake's own arousal reaching new heights.

Chris's grip on Jake's hair tightened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body was taut, a bowstring pulled tight before the release, and Jake could feel the orgasm building. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling, his hand moving faster, and then with a muffled moan, Chris came; spurts of warmth filling Jake's mouth. Jake swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, feeling the pulse of his release against his tongue.

Chris's body went slack against the seat, his head falling back with a thud that was thankfully absorbed by the thick padding. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Jake sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own arousal painfully close to the surface.

Jake reached up to stroke Chris's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw before dropping to his neck. He felt the pulse of Chris's arousal, the beat matching his own. They kissed again, this time with an intensity that made them forget about the world outside of their little bubble in the back of the van.

Chris took over, his hand wrapping around Jake's cock and moving with purpose. His strokes were firm and sure, his eyes never leaving Jake's. He watched the play of emotions across Jake's face, the way his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened slightly with each stroke. Jake's hips rocked in sync with his hand, his breathing growing more erratic.

They had to be careful not to make too much noise, so Chris leaned in, his mouth claiming Jake's in a bruising kiss. The hand that wasn't busy stroking him tangled in Jake's hair, holding him close as if to muffle the sounds of their passion. Jake's hand gripped the armrest, his knuckles white with the effort of staying quiet.

Their kiss grew more frantic, their bodies moving in silent harmony. Chris's strokes grew faster, harder, and Jake could feel the pressure building in his balls. He broke the kiss, panting against Chris's neck. "I'm gonna—"

"Shh," Chris whispered, his voice filled with a gentle command that sent a shiver down Jake's spine. "Hold it in."

Jake nodded, biting his lower lip as he fought to keep his voice from escaping. The tension in his body was unbearable, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter the quiet of the van. Chris's hand was a blur, the friction almost unbearable. Jake's hips jerked in silent rhythm with the strokes, his eyes squeezed shut as the world narrowed to the sensation of Chris's hand on him.

Chris could feel the tremors in Jake's body, the way his breath caught in his throat. He knew he was close. He leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into Jake's ear, his breath hot against the shell. "You're so close, aren't you?"

Jake nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah, I'm..." His voice trailed off into a moan as Chris's thumb found the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. He bit down hard on his lip, trying to keep the sound from escaping.

Chris smirked, enjoying the power he had in this moment. He knew exactly what Jake needed, and he reveled in the control. He quickened his strokes, feeling the tension in Jake's body coil tighter and tighter. The van's movements became a symphony of pleasure, each bump and turn pushing Jake closer to the edge.

Jake's breathing grew erratic, his body trembling as he fought to keep quiet. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, his cock pulsing in Chris's hand. He was so close, so fucking close, and all he could do was whimper into the fabric of the seat.

“Cum for me,” Chris whispered, eyes never leaving Jake's face, watching the play of emotions as he brought him closer and closer to the edge. He knew the exact moment when Jake lost control, the way his body stiffened, his hips bucking upward into his hand. The warm, sticky liquid coated his palm, and he continued to stroke him through it, savoring the feeling of Jake's release.

As the tremors subsided, Jake opened his eyes, meeting Chris's gaze. The look of raw pleasure on his face was almost too much for Chris to handle. He brought his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of Jake's cum. Jake's cheeks flushed at the sight, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

They shared a knowing smile, the tension between them dissipating into a comfortable silence. The van's gentle rocking was the only sound in the cabin, the world outside forgotten for a brief, precious moment. Chris wiped his hand on a t-shirt he had balled up earlier, the evidence of their tryst hidden from sight.

Jake reached for Chris's hand, their fingers entwining as they stared at each other, the connection palpable. The silence was a balm, a testament to the intimacy they had just shared. They didn't need words to communicate the depth of their feelings. The way their eyes searched each other's faces said more than any confession could.

Chris leaned back into the seat, his chest heaving. He felt a strange mix of satisfaction and anticipation, as if this was only the beginning of something much greater. He looked down at their joined hands, the stickiness of Jake's cum a silent testament to what they had just done. "We should clean up," he murmured, breaking the silence.

Jake nodded, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, we should." But he didn't move, his hand still wrapped around Chris's, his eyes never leaving his bandmate's face. "What now?" he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken want.

Chris leaned back into the seat, his heart still racing. "Now, we pretend this never happened," he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. "Until the next city, at least."

Jake chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Agreed." He didn't let go of Chris's hand, though, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of it. They sat like that for a few moments, the only sound their synchronized breaths and the occasional snore from the front of the van.

"But we both know that won't last," Chris said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Jake nodded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yeah, we do." He leaned in, his mouth finding Chris's again in a kiss that was both a promise and a question.

Chris kissed him back, his heart racing with the excitement of the unspoken challenge. He knew this was far from over, that the tension between them would only grow stronger as they moved from city to city, show to show. The thrill of their secret was intoxicating, a drug that neither of them could quit.

They broke apart, their breaths mingling in the close space. The van's air conditioning hummed quietly in the background, a gentle reminder of the world they were hiding from. The digital clock on the dashboard read 3:47 AM. They had hours before they'd reach their next destination, hours that stretched before them like a silent promise of more stolen moments.

"We should get some sleep," Jake murmured, though the desire in his eyes belied his words. Chris nodded, his hand reluctantly sliding from Jake's grip. They both knew that sleep would be elusive, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter. They settled into their seats, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't betray the lingering arousal.

The van's tires hummed against the asphalt, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of their racing hearts. The quiet was filled with unspoken questions and the weight of what had just happened between them. They lay side by side, their legs brushing together, the fabric of their jeans the only barrier to the heat of their skin.

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