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"So, are you and Walter...?" Mike started after hanging up on Walt.
He resisted the urge to laugh and looked around. "Are you going to tell Gus whatever the answer is?"
"He does have his suspicions," he drawled, staring ahead at the road like he had no particular thoughts on this conversation.
"We were a thing," Jesse replied flippantly. He didn't really care if it got to Gus and if he somehow used it against Walt, he didn't care about anything beyond continuing on with his life and the raves he had been hosting. Everything was okay. He was blocking out, zoning out of every mention of what he had to do so Walt wouldn't die, and everything was okay. "But ever since, y'know, Gale, we haven't really been doing much. I assume no one's really looking at the security cameras, 'cuz otherwise you would've fucking known already."
Mike raised a brow. "I thought Walter would be more professional than to fuck you in the lab."
"Me too," he agreed, shrugging. "But he agreed to it." He eyed Mike. He was older than Walt by at least a decade, but there was something alluring about him. Perhaps it was the competency, the way he carried himself in silence. He was what Walt wanted to be—ruthless and careful, quiet and amoral. That on its own was attractive. "Why do you wanna know?"
"Just curious," Mike said, scrunching his nose just enough for Jesse to tell he wasn't just curious.
He tried to wrack his brain for any sort of knowledge about Mike's home life and came up empty. Maybe he had kids. Maybe he had a wife. Hell, maybe he had a husband. He surely had no fucking idea, and it wasn't like he particularly cared after sleeping with a married man for a good portion of a year.
"Are you sure? Because if you asked I think Mr. White would give you quite the stellar review—"
"Jesse, if you want to suck me off," he said with the same tired cadence of always, "you can do it, but I'm not going to stop driving. We have places to go."
"Oh, I didn't want you to stop driving," he said, grinning, and Mike spared him a look, rolling his eyes, before putting his eyes back on the road. Jesse settled on his stomach over the seat and unzipped Mike's pants, pulling them down with a little bit of difficulty. Mike didn't flinch in the least, lifting slightly to make it easier for him, and did the same when it came to pulling down his boxers.
Jesse hummed contently at the sight of his cock. His experience with older men came short to a guy he hooked up with when he was nineteen who was fifty-seven in exchange for meth, and that was the oldest he'd been with. And Mike was what, sixty-something? So he wasn't particularly surprised to see his cock was completely soft. It was nicely sized, though, on the thicker side of things, which he could appreciate. He took it in his hand and started stroking him, slowly and gently.
"Christ," Mike mumbled under his breath.
"Hmm, you like that?" Jesse asked, not quite expecting an answer. He could hear the noise of the road, everlasting. It felt like they were going to be driving forever.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I've been having, um, a few issues, so you may, you know, have to be at it for a while."
"Oh, don't worry about that. That's just fine."
He kept jerking him off with slow, deliberate motions, like he had all the time in the world. He wasn't sure how long or how short the road trip would be, but he guessed it wasn't going to be over any time soon, and he wanted to take his time with it. After a few minutes, Mike started to get hard against his hand, cock twitching in interest as it got firmer.
"Yeah, there we fuckin' go," Jesse mumbled.
Mike kept making breathy little noises as his cock got harder, Jesse rubbing his thumb against his balls with one hand and jerking him off with the other.
"God, I get what you meant with Walter giving you a stellar review," he mumbled, spreading his legs on his seat to give Jesse more room. "Come on, I'm hard enough already."
"Sure," Jesse said, taking him into his mouth. Mike let out a breathy moan as Jesse started to bob his head up and down, sucking him off gladly and expertly. He was still not completely hard, but it was still great just to have a cock in his mouth after almost a month of not touching Walt and only having meaningless sex while high. He swirled his tongue around the head, concentrated on the feeling of it, of his mouth being warm and full with cock, the feeling of pleasuring someone else.
"God, fuck," Mike mumbled under his breath. "Shit, kid, if I knew you were this good I would've stolen you from Walter ages ago."
Jesse chuckled at that and kept sucking him off, drooling on purpose as he took Mike's cock, slipping it in and out of his mouth with practiced ease. He mostly had sex with women during the parties, as it was easier, and he had certainly missed having the attention of a man on him, even if Mike wasn't particularly doing anything. Whcih was fine, considering he was driving; he didn't want to risk crashing in the middle of nowhere just for having his head pat.
"Good job, Jesse," Mike said, hips bucking up lightly into his mouth. "Good job. Jesus Christ."
Jesse practically beamed at the praise and let out a quiet whine around his cock at it. If there was anything he would change about Walt—apart from, well, everything—it would be the fact he quite refused to praise him, even when they were just having sex. The mantel of disdain followed them everywhere, even when he was sucking the soul out of his dick and a good boy would suffice and would be appropriate; no, even then Walt had to mumble something about how he probably sucked guys off to pay for meth when he was dirt broke. Which was true, but hey.
Mike seemed to pick up on it. He let out a quiet moan, thighs twitching as he kept driving. "Good boy, that's it, you're doing fantastic," he said. "Fuck, Jesse, shit, you feel so good..."
They continued on like that for what felt like ages. Jesse sucked him off just how he had learned to through years of experience and Mike made little noises of approval that sometimes delved into actually praising him. Eventually Mike parked in the middle of nowhere, right next to a windmill.
"I have to get off the car, Jesse," he mumbled. "Shit, we need to be on schedule, come on."
"Let me make you come at least, dude," he replied when he pulled off his cock briefly before taking him back in. He bobbed his head up and down messily, drool all over it as he made sure to pleasure him just right, until Mike put his hand on his head, pushing him all the way down. He gagged a little, not having expected it, before his mouth was filled with warm come. Mike kept him there until he was done and then pulled him off by the back of his neck. He sucked in a breath and coughed lightly. "Okay. Jesus Christ."
"Come on, get out of the car," Mike said lightly as he put himself back to rights, watching Jesse get out before he went to grab a shovel from the trunk.
When he came back with the bag of money, Jesse finally realized what they were doing, and he hummed. "Are you okay with me getting off? I'm kinda dripping wet, yo."
Mike looked at him through the corner of his eye as he got comfortable in the driver's seat. "I don't see why not," he replied.
And off they went again. As Jesse looked at the landscape in front of them, he couldn't help but think that he should tell Walt he sucked Mike dry, even if just to have him get so hot with jealousy he'd fuck him in the lab again. He hummed gently and pulled his pants down, knowing that now his car rides with Mike would nowhere as boring as he had anticipated.