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Japan lackadaisically watched as America prepped himself for sex from inside the car. While tearing his clothes off in the heat of the moment sounded fun, one bruise on his boyfriend was enough. To prevent anymore from forming, he needed to be undressed first. Japan had promised to give America his privacy hence why he was sitting in the passenger seat doomscrolling through his messages. In between messages he discreetly (or not so discreetly) leered over America’s body.
Japan scrolled through the notifications he had ignored all evening. They had started out as gentle concerns. As the night went on though they had turned into full blown freakouts. More than one was about his car being gone and wondering where he was. He knew he should care more but he really didn’t want to respond. His favorite was probably the letter long text he got from Germany detailing the events of the evening. And England asking if the idiot got him killed. Italy was freaking out for him. France meanwhile was asking about the suspicious Honda shaped hole in the car dealership. Japan squirmed at that one.
“How bad are the messages?” America asked. He leaned up against the door and peered at Japan’s phone from the outside.
“Terrible. People are worried I‘m dead.” Japan said with a wry smile.
“I’m sure mine are worse.”
“Have you even looked at them?”
America grimaced and looked away to hide his shame. Japan laughed slightly at him and reached out to stroke his face. The light from the car finally allowed him to get a good look at America’s face. Or more specifically, the black and blue bruising on his eye and the bleeding from where his glasses had shattered. He grimaced at the sight.
“I’m so extremely sorry for this. I should have never hit you.”
America brushed his hand with his own. “Don’t be, I pushed you pretty far.”
“Wrath is a vice that is best never engaged in” Japan murmured his mind flooding with guilt.
“Yes. As is pride.” America replied quietly, curling their fingers together.
For a moment they just stayed as is, quietly basking in one another’s calmness. The cold desert night air incentivized Japan to change that though, and he opened the car door and gestured for America to enter.
America was in nothing but his button up shirt, He had removed his undershirt, which exposed its slightly transparent nature. However due to length it was still just barely modest. America went straight for a deep kiss, which Japan obliged, guiding America up his lap. He dug his finger into the crisp cotton of his shirt and pulled America closer to him. America wasted no time in messing Japan’s clothing up. In between breathy kisses he yanked Japan's tie off and un-buttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. Japan gasped slightly as America coated his neck in kisses and palmed the front of his pants.
“Eager aren’t we?” Japan whispered breathlessly as America alternated between lining his neck with kisses and bites. “I thought I was going to service you?”
America took a break from focusing on Japan's neck. He sat up and began to unbutton Japan’s pants. He then replied “Yeah, you did. However, you also wanted me to ride you. And that gives me full access to do whatever I want to you.”
America pulled Japan’s underwear down and grabbed his hard on. Japan breathed in sharply as America firmly stroked him. “For example, I get to try out your fancy stick shift.”
Japan wanted to die from such a cringey line. However instead he played along. He slid his hand up America’s shirt and pinched his nipple. “Who said that I can’t do anything from this position?
America breathed in sharply at that. “Physics would determine that. You can’t do as much as you would want in the bottom position. You’re at the mercy of others.”
“If you say so.” Japan responded, quietly plotting while America jerked him off.
America continued on with his jabs. “I also have to say, I’m surprised you didn’t put your condom on while you were waiting for me.”
Japan flushed up with embarrassment but bit back anyway. “How am I supposed to do that when I’m not hard? Isn’t that your job?” He pulled out the tire themed condom America had given him and dropped it in his hand. America stared at him incredulously.
“Really, I have to do it? Lazy.”
“Quit complaining.”
“Whatever~” America grumbled as he worked on sliding the condom down Japan’s dick. It was a bit of a weird sensation, having someone else do this for him, but he didn’t hate it.
Before long America had finished. He leaned in and gave Japan a quick kiss.
“Do you need any help?” Japan asked gently, holding America’s hips steady.
“Just help me down.” America replied. Japan lined himself up with America’s entrance, and eased him down. A high pitched whine radiated in Japan’s ears as America adjusted to the intrusion.
Japan sighed, enjoying the feeling of America's hole engulfing him. Actually getting to have sex with him was a rarity since they lived half a world away. But when they did, he relished in it. He also appreciated how despite the fact he had obviously watched America prep himself beforehand, he still managed to feel like he was extremely tight. Must be a strange skill he had acquired over the years.
America started at a gentle pace making Japan silently moan. Japan pulled America close by the shirt and kissed his cheek. “You feel really nice.”
America turned slightly pink from the compliment, and immediately hit his head. “Ugh. It's really too cramped in here. We should have stolen my car.”
“I don’t know what the worst part of that sentence was.” Japan grumbled. “The fact you called it stealing, or the implication that my car is too small.”
“For this it is” America replied, getting into a rhythm that would incite pleasure but also not hurt himself. “Tiny ass sports cars are too small for car sex i swear to Gah-”
America curled over as Japan roughly grabbed his dick and dug his nails in, just enough to hurt, but not so much that it didn’t cause pleasure. “The extra space is unnecessary. You don’t need to do acrobatics in cars. Plus, it gives the implication that you feel the need to show something off”
America winced horribly from the torturous feeling of Japan digging into his balls with his fingers like a claw. He eyed him with a fiery gaze. “Is that so? Well tell me, sweetie, am I compensating for something?”
Japan released his vice grip on America’s dick. “No, I can tell that much.” He then grabbed the base of America’s scalp and pulled him into his body, he kissed the outer lobe of his ear. America shuddered in his grip. Japan whispered in his ear with a low tone, he could feel America go rigid beneath him “I don’t think you are capable of handling what small cars are capable of.”
America bucked himself down into Japan's body, the stimulation to his ear turned him into a malleable mess, completely losing control of the situation. Japan smiled connivingly,this is exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation he went straight for the ear fucking.
America went rigid, no sound came from his mouth, he could only roughly grind down into Japan's cock. Every lap around the outer shell seemed to break him. Japan didn’t need to see his face to know that he was making the perfect ahego face . Japan was certain he could feel bruises on his hips forming because of this. However he didn’t care if it meant feeling this good.
Finally Japan released America, resulting in the other nearly falling over as he attempted and failed to recompose himself.
“Why… did… you…stop? America asked through labored breaths.
Japan smiled, impressed. "You're insatiable.”
A low vibration interrupted them. America turned to look at his phone with intense annoyance.
"Ugh, it's France. Ignore." America insisted. He declined the call and went in for a kiss. Right as he did that, he got a call from Canada. Agitation contorted across America’s face as he declined that one too. Just as he was about to put it down though, like clock work England was buzzing his phone too.
"God, can't they just leave me alone!" America groaned with exasperation.
Japan grabbed America's phone and stared him down intently. "Answer it."
America froze under that gaze. Their eyes matched one another, challenging to see if America would actually do it.
On the fourth ring, America picked up the phone and accepted the call.
"Uh.. hello?"
"AMERICA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? DID YOU STEAL JAPAN'S CAR? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?
"Um.. I didn't steal it..." America replied. He bit his lip as Japan restarted their fucking.
"LIKE HELL YOU DIDN'T. YOU'RE OFF IN A BUNKER IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE HIDING IT AREN'T YOU? YOU ARE SO PETTY!
"Nnnn, I'm not hiding it." America said, his breathing becoming labored. Japan made a point to quickly go from gentle grinding to rough thrusting. He pounded up into America's hips making him tremble..
“SO YOU ADMIT YOU HAVE IT.” England shouted even more aggressively.
“No, hnn!” America paused as Japan hit a sweet spot inside of him. “It’s not what you are thinking at all.”
"I would like to know where Japan is." France interjected. “I haven’t seen him since I saw him guzzling cocktails.”
Japan blushed a bit, but luckily America didn’t seem to notice.
“Poor Japan’s probably out of his mind looking for it! It’s probably covered in scratches, courtesy of the giant hole in the glass wall! We all had to move our cars thanks to you!” England yelled, a bit less forcefully now that France had let him catch his breath.
“That sounds… Dreadful. The damage to the car center I mean.” America struggled to speak as he focused on riding Japan. He leaned back against the airbags, his body twisting badly in order to fit properly. Unfortunately, America was right, he really was too tall to be doing this, especially in a sports car of all things. However, Japan enjoyed seeing America’s discomfort.
“America, are you stoned?” England asked. "You’re not approaching this with the seriousness it deserves."
“Why would you think-” America held back a moan as Japan grabbed his dick and started stroking it. “-I’m not being serious?”
“Listen to yourself.“ England said sarcastically
“It's probably worse than that.” France interjected again. “He’s probably getting blown by a prostitute while in the car he stole!”
“Why!” America breathed in a sharp breath as Japan’s grip tightened around him. “Would you think so little of me?”
“Frankly, I thought I was being generous-”
“SHUT IT FROG. Let me do the talking!”
Squabbling broke out on the other end of the line. America’s eyes were glazed over, the over stimulation combined with the humiliation of trying and failing to conceal what he was doing was breaking him. Especially since it was France and England, the worst people to have listened to him having sex. However, Japan could also tell he was kind of enjoying being degraded. Or at least Japan enjoyed watching him be degraded.
Japan yanked America’s phone out of his hand just in time to hear Canada whispering at France and England to be quiet. It was about time he spared America of further embarrassment.
“America please tell us where you are. And perhaps where Japan is.”
“Thank you for your concern but, I’m fine.”
“Japan? Is that you?” Canada asked quietly as a fist fighting occurred behind him.
“Yes and we are both perfectly fine. No one is hurt and the car is fine. Now make sure that France and England don’t kill one another.” And with that Japan dropped the call and did a hard shut down on America’s phone.
“Took you long enough.” America muttered.
“I couldn’t resist seeing the show.” Japan said, pulling America back. “Plus, I could see you liked being told how much of an impulsive brat you are.”
America avoided his gaze. “It’s not, I’m not-”
“Your denial is adorable.” Japan said before giving America a hard thrust up.
“ACK” America hit his head on the roof of the car, as Japan forced him up. There goes the prospect of keeping the bruises reduced to one.
Japan knew he should stop and make sure America was alright, but he was locked in and he would rather cheat. “He grabbed a fistful of America’s hair, twirling his curl in his hand, and yanked hard on it. Just as Japan intended, the pure pain America was experiencing turned into the masochistic variety in an instant. He crashed himself into Japan’s body.
“Nihon. Leave my hair alone… Please…” America said pitifully, his eyes welling up with tears.
Japan felt a bit evil torturing America like this. He knew how sensitive America’s scalp was, and knew to avoid it for America’s sake. However, tonight he felt malicious.
“But, you look so adorable like this.”
“You sadist.” America gasped out. “I’ll cum if you don’t let go.”
“A reasonable punishment for stealing my car.” Japan quipped before yanking harder on America’s hair. America tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go other than the walls of the car, which Japan immediately pulled him back from. The more America struggled the more Japan felt incentivized to yank his hair harder. While torturing his scalp he kept a vice grip on his cock stroking it aggressively.
America covered his mouth to conceal a scream. After a few hard pumps he went rigid. Cum came shooting out of his dick in ropes, coating his shirt and Japan’s hand.
“Wow… you weren’t joking.” Japan eyed the sticky mess in front of him, his dick still painfully hard, and it only twitched in excitement more at the sight of America sitting limply above him, covered in cum.
“I told you…” America replied weakly as he slowly caught his breath.
Japan pushed his seat all the way back, allowing America to fall on top of him. He then pushed him aside.
“Lay down.”
America obeyed, laying down on the seat, moderately confused. He let out a pained sound as Japan penetrated him again. He had not been given remotely enough time to recover from his orgasm.
“The hell…”
“Clearly, you don’t have the stamina to ride a Honda, so let me take over.”
America groaned as Japan drilled into his body with viciousness. Once he found America’s prostate, he hammered into it mercilessly, focusing primarily on his own pleasure. However judging by America’s moans, it felt as equally good (?) for him as it did for Japan. Tears streamed down his face as Japan hammered into America, holding him steady with one hand, and yanking on his hair with another. The overstimulation was delirium inducing. And Japan loved what he was seeing.
It only took a few minutes of aggressive pounding against his prostate for Japan to get America to cum again. He could tell by the way he grit his teeth that this was far more painful than the last. America’s shirt had ridden up his body now, which allowed for the white liquid to pool on his abs and make a sticky mess of himself
America went limp beneath him, but Japan refused to let up, and he continued his merciless pounding on America’s prostate.
“NIhon… it hurts…”
Japan didn’t respond and just drilled into him harder. He hadn’t set out to force America into multiple rolling orgasms, but now that he had him at that point, he had to get him to a third. Japan carefully edged himself so as to not crash out before America could experience a third one.
Japan grabbed, America’s limp penis, making America yelp in intense pain,
“Please! I can’t cum again!”
“Overdrive is a good look for you though.”
“You’re… insane.”
Japan kissed all over America’s sweaty and tear stained face, admiring the look of him all messed up. Especially since he lacked his glasses. America always looked way younger without his glasses. Japan never asked, because it wasn’t his business, but he always wondered if the reason America wore glasses was specifically so that he would look less like a doe eyed teenager.
He leaned down and gave his ear one final kiss before whispering in it.
“You may drive well, but only I can push all of your buttons. Remember that.”
America came for him again, his scream caught in his throat. Much less cum coated Japan’s hand this time. The contraction of his muscles sent Japan spiraling over the edge as well. He went rigid above him. The intense euphoria from finally climaxing and seeing America fall apart beneath him was too much. Japan barely had the presence of mind to remember to pull America’s shirt down before collapsing on his chest.
The two of them laid there like that for a few minutes. Quietly listening to one another breathe. If Japan didn’t know any better, he’d think America had passed out.
Japan reached up to stroke America’s face, His eyes appeared to still be glazed over. “Are you alright?
“As best as I can be.” America mumbled as Japan stroked his bangs out of his face.
Japan would have stayed longer, but truthfully it was way too cramped to do that. Japan pulled himself off of America. and stepped out of the car, decompressing himself. America slowly followed, his legs shaking slightly as he attempted to recover. Now it was his turn to lean against the rock wall. This time weak from dehydration and over exertion.
“You must really be mad at me, considering what you did to me.” America said airily.
Japan stared up at the clear night sky and watched the stars twinkle. “No, you’re forgiven. Except for the scratches, I have no idea how many there are, and I won’t know till morning. But I expect a new paint job. As for this,” Japan took a few steps forward and kissed America’s cheek “I just like to mess with you. Plus your impulsive behaviour makes it just a bit too easy sometimes.”
They stared up into the night sky for a little longer, admiring the stars above. Eventually America broke the silence.
“That phone call was probably used to triangulate our location.”
“Yeah. That’s why I turned them off.”
“Do you want them to find us? Or do you want to avoid them for a bit longer?” America asked with a half smile.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Japan said, failing to conceal his delight. “Get dressed. And direct me to the nearest gas station. We need to get you water.”
“You’re driving?” America asked as he struggled to redress himself on the sand.
“Of course, it’s my car. And frankly, you don’t drive it properly. But seriously please navigate me, I have no idea where I am going.”
America’s eyes lit up with challenge. “Alright, let's see if you can off-road better than me.”
“It’s not a matter of can, it's a matter of will.” Japan bragged, feeding off of America’s energy.
“And you said I was arrogant.” America said as they got back into the car. “Did you leave anything? If you did, that’s littering, and that's a felony.”
“You broke through a car dealership’s wall.”
“Details!” America failed to finish his thoughts though, for the second he was buckled in the car Japan floored the exhilarator, sending them immediately up to 200 KM. The engine drowned out whatever thoughts he was going to say.
“I thought you didn’t like speeding!" America shouted.
“It’s different when it's me.” Japan yelled. “I will show you how you actually drive at high speeds!”
And with that they drove off into the night.
-Fin