FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 2a/?]
Justin lays on the creeper underneath the car, checking for possible leaks in the gas tank. His foot taps along with a song on the radio. Charlie is long gone and the other guys have also finished for the day. Usually, he avoids staying alone in the shop but today, it can't be helped. With a costumer like Brian Kinney, you do put in the extra hour. Even if it creeps (pardon the pun) the shit out of you.
Suddenly, he freezes mid-tap. Are those footsteps?
Justin swallows and reaches for the wrench next to him.
There definitely are footsteps but he doesn't recognize them. By now, he can name his co-workers by their step but these are new.
"Hello?" he calls out into the garage and immediately cringes. As if a burglar or murderer would actually answer. Out of mere reflex, he adds: "I am armed."
A shadow falls over him and he feels cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He has jacked up the car only so far as for him to roll underneath it. There isn't enough room for him to properly raise his head.
A foot appears, steps on the creeper and pulls him out from under the car.
"You know, if this were a horror movie, the pretty blond would always kick it first." Brian stands over him, hands stashed into his coat pockets, an evil sneer on his face.
Justin, still flashlight and wrench in hand, stares up at him. When he has caught his bearings, he replies: "Good thing I laid off the silicone implants then."
Brian's gaze slides over him. Over all of him. That look alone and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins makes Justin hard. Which is embarrassing, generally and even more so in the current situation.
"What do you want?" Justin asks then, his tone harsher than it needs to be.
Before he answers, Brian reaches out a hand to help the mechanic to this feet. "I came to check on her." He nods at the car. "I need her first thing tomorrow morning."
"Well, if you wouldn't have crept up on me like that, I would have been done by now," Justin shoots back, still a little annoyed. And still a little aroused.
"Don't mind me, then."
Justin feels a little smile quirking his mouth. "Must be some client." He lays down on the creeper again and slides back under the car. With half his body under the Corvette, he puffs out a breath of relief. Both, because he isn't about to get murdered, and because he is out of the immediate reach of Brian's scrutinizing gaze. As he resumes his work, he decides to play a little dumb: "What is it that you do again?"
"Advertising."
Justin hears Brian's footsteps saunter away from him over to where the Dandy Lube poster hangs. He bites back a grin. "Anything I might know?"
In a dramatic tone, Brian recites the copy from the poster. "I wrote that," he adds, sounding almost bored.
"Well, that explains how you can shell out thirty grand for a vintage 'vette." Justin feels a little smug.
Brian chuckles under his breath. "Man's gotta treat himself to a little something every now and then."
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Date: 2012-10-25 01:45 pm (UTC)Justin lays on the creeper underneath the car, checking for possible leaks in the gas tank. His foot taps along with a song on the radio. Charlie is long gone and the other guys have also finished for the day. Usually, he avoids staying alone in the shop but today, it can't be helped. With a costumer like Brian Kinney, you do put in the extra hour. Even if it creeps (pardon the pun) the shit out of you.
Suddenly, he freezes mid-tap. Are those footsteps?
Justin swallows and reaches for the wrench next to him.
There definitely are footsteps but he doesn't recognize them. By now, he can name his co-workers by their step but these are new.
"Hello?" he calls out into the garage and immediately cringes. As if a burglar or murderer would actually answer. Out of mere reflex, he adds: "I am armed."
A shadow falls over him and he feels cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He has jacked up the car only so far as for him to roll underneath it. There isn't enough room for him to properly raise his head.
A foot appears, steps on the creeper and pulls him out from under the car.
"You know, if this were a horror movie, the pretty blond would always kick it first." Brian stands over him, hands stashed into his coat pockets, an evil sneer on his face.
Justin, still flashlight and wrench in hand, stares up at him. When he has caught his bearings, he replies: "Good thing I laid off the silicone implants then."
Brian's gaze slides over him. Over all of him. That look alone and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins makes Justin hard. Which is embarrassing, generally and even more so in the current situation.
"What do you want?" Justin asks then, his tone harsher than it needs to be.
Before he answers, Brian reaches out a hand to help the mechanic to this feet. "I came to check on her." He nods at the car. "I need her first thing tomorrow morning."
"Well, if you wouldn't have crept up on me like that, I would have been done by now," Justin shoots back, still a little annoyed. And still a little aroused.
"Don't mind me, then."
Justin feels a little smile quirking his mouth. "Must be some client." He lays down on the creeper again and slides back under the car. With half his body under the Corvette, he puffs out a breath of relief. Both, because he isn't about to get murdered, and because he is out of the immediate reach of Brian's scrutinizing gaze. As he resumes his work, he decides to play a little dumb: "What is it that you do again?"
"Advertising."
Justin hears Brian's footsteps saunter away from him over to where the Dandy Lube poster hangs. He bites back a grin. "Anything I might know?"
In a dramatic tone, Brian recites the copy from the poster. "I wrote that," he adds, sounding almost bored.
"Well, that explains how you can shell out thirty grand for a vintage 'vette." Justin feels a little smug.
Brian chuckles under his breath. "Man's gotta treat himself to a little something every now and then."