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Brian's voice is impossibly close to his ear and Justin gives a start. This time he hits the back of his head against the hood.
"Easy there." Brian barely veils his amusement.
Justin rubs the spot in the back of his skull, frowning irritatedly. He closes the hood again, carefully avoiding his head. "And for what it's worth, you'll need new tires in winter."
"Anything else?" There's a touch of annoyance in Brian's voice.
"Hey, if you want to end up in a ditch because you're driving slicks on an icy road, be my guest."
"Yes, mom."
Justin has to grin at that. Now that the pain has lessened, he is acutely aware of how close Brian is to him. Or has he gotten closer? He feels heat rush into his face again. His cock is still half hard but thankfully, his baggy coveralls do their name justice.
"So... Justin the mechanic...," Brian breaches the gap between them, pushing Justin back against the car, "is there anything else that needs... fixing?" He puts an odd little emphasis on the last word that goes straight to Justin's cock.
"Are you coming on to me?" Justin blurts lamely.
"What does it look like?" Brian's knee inches its way between Justin's thighs.
Justin swallows, unsure if his vocal chord will cooperate at all. "How did you know I'm..."
As an answer, Brian's hand closes over Justin's cock, giving it a little squeeze. "Unless you get hard from talking about carburetors..."
Before Justin can answer, Brian is onto him, one arm snaked around his waist to pull him flush against his body. The kiss bruising and demanding, and it makes Justin's head spin. He isn't exactly inexperienced but this... this is something else. This leaves him breathless and hungry for more.
Justin lands on the hood of the 'vette and on any day, the car afficionado in him would have cringed. Tonight, though, he really doesn't care. Tonight, he grabs Brian by the lapels of his coat and pulls him on top of him. One of his legs wraps around the taller man's waist, bringing him even closer. He feels Brian's hard cock through the layers of clothing between them.
Brian rolls his hips against Justin's, pinning him to the hood of the car. One hand finds Justin's hair while the other pulls down the zipper of the mechanic's coveralls. He pushes past Justin's oil-stained t-shirt and the waistband of his boxers, and Justin hisses against Brian's mouth as his fingers close around Justin's cock.
Frantically searching for contact, Justin tugs the designer shirt out of Brian's pants, his fingers finding warm skin. But it's not enough, he wants more. Right here, right now. He has never done anything like this before, and it's deliciously enticing and arousing.
Brian pulls him back to his feet again, and pushes the coveralls off his shoulders. There's a bit an awkward struggle until the piece of clothing finally pools around Justin's feet. For the first since Justin started working at Charlie's shop, he curses his work attire. It's just not suitable for a quickie on the hood of a classic car.
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Brian shrugs out of his coat and tosses it on the hood, then he helps Justin unbutton his shirt, all of which happens without them breaking the kiss.
Finally, Justin has to pull back, slightly dazed. "Do you have condoms?" he manages, his voice a little ragged.
Brian shoots him a lop-sides grin, reaches past him and into his coat pocket for a condom and small pack of lube.
Justin watches him and tries not to feel ridiculous, standing there with his coveralls around his ankles and his dick hard as a rock. He can't help himself and starts stroking his cock but it's not the same. He wants Brian's hands back on him.
Brian, however, seems to have other plans for now. He tears the package open with his teeth and hands the condom to Justin. With a devious little smirk, he unzips his pants and makes a show of it. Then he nods at the condom. "Put it on me."
Justin does as he is told and it's a little weird. This isn't his first time but... well, he can count off his number of sex partners on one hand and a thumb, and none of them have been like this. So he wraps his fingers around Brian's cock, rolling the condom down his length. He watches as Brian's eyes darken and then flicker shut.
A hand lands heavily on Justin's shoulder and Brian's voice is a low growl as he orders the blond to turn around. Justin almost trips with the coveralls still around his ankles but Brian holds on to him, mostly likely more concerned about the well-being of his car than Justin's.
With Brian's coat bunched up underneath him, Justin leans down on his forearms, his forehead pressed against the cool metal of the hood. He feels entirely too exposed like that; it's uncomfortable and exciting at the same time.
Justin hisses when he feels the cool trickle of lube along the crack of his ass. Slowly, Brian runs a finger over Justin's hole before he begins to push in.
A low moan tumbles off Justin's tongue at the intrusion. It's surprisingly gentle (if these things ever are) but Justin's body still pushes back. He puffs out a breath, telling himself to relax, and suddenly there's two fingers inside him. His hands fist the expensive coat he is using as makeshift cushion and his eyes squeeze tightly as Brian opens him, stretches him. It's ridiculous that just in this very moment Justin realizes how long it has been since the last time he had sex.
Those thoughts are erased when Brian pulls his fingers out. Soon enough, Justin feels the head of the other man's cock press against his opening, and he exhales slowly as Brian pushes forward and into him. A low burn spreads from his ass up his spine and his body does his best to force Brian out.
With his hands on Justin's hips, Brian holds him steady, letting him adjust. It's a strange contradiction to the almost frantic kisses and gropes. When Brian finally starts to move, his thrusts are slow and shallow, like he is testing his waters. Justin responds by arching his back, relaxes, gives in.
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Brian's fingers dig into Justin's hips as his pace quickens, becomes harder. With each push forward, Justin's knees bump against the car, and he has to shift his weight slightly so he won't skid across the hood. This car, beautiful as it is, really wasn't designed to be fuck on. Or in, Justin presumes.
A hard slap on his ass brings Justin out of his reverie. And what's he doing here musing anyway? Especially when he has the most glorious cock up his ass, and gets fucked by the hottest guy he has ever laid eyes on.
One of Brian's hands slides up Justin's back, fingers curling into his t-shirt for a better hold. He thrusts in earnest now, driving for release.
Justin snakes a hand down to his own cock, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, and starts to stroke himself to the rhythm. He won't last much longer, Brian hitting just the right spot inside him simply feels too good. And something – maybe the guttural moan and grunts – tell him that Brian is close as well.
When Brian leans over him, changing the angle, Justin comes. It just hits him, almost takes him by surprise. He spills himself over his hand, the hood of the 'vette and Brian's coat. Blood rushes in his ears and for a second, his vision goes blank. It feels like he can't stop coming, especially when Brian is taking him even harder now.
Justin's ass has tightened around him, but Brian pushes against the slight resistance. His hands slams down on the hood next to Justin's head as he comes. His body becomes entirely rigid, and he buries himself deeper inside Justin as if to mark him.
They stay like that for what seems like minutes before Brian slowly pulls out. Justin gasps when he suddenly feels empty. His arms and legs are entirely too wobbly as he tries to finally push himself upright.
"That was..." he begins but words fail him.
"Yeah," Brian replies with equal eloquence as he disposes the condom in a nearby trash can.
"Sorry about your coat." Justin holds up the piece of clothing, soiled with his cum.
Brian zips up his pants and rearranges his clothes. "My dry cleaners have seen worse."
Justin grins at that. "I can imagine that." He pulls his coveralls up and uses one of the sleeves to wipe some more of his cum off the hood.
Brian grabs the coat from Justin's hand and tosses it on the passenger seat. "So, how much to do I owe you?"
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Justin's brows go up. "Excuse me?"
Brian matches his expression. "For the car?"
"Oh, right... hold on." Justin disappears into the office and returns a few minutes later with a computer print-out. "That's... $229 but the fifty dollars you already have me, it's $179."
Brian scoffs and pulls out his wallet. "The fifty bucks were for you," he says more to himself than to the mechanic.
"What for?"
Brian shrugs. "You look like you can need the money."
Justin looks at him, taken aback. "You know nothing about me. You think I need handouts from Mr. Rich Guy? What is this, your blue collar fuck of the week?"
Brian rolls his eyes as he counts out the money. "No, it's the greatest love story never told," he replies mockingly, then slaps the money into Justin's palm. "Listen, you twat. Are you listening?" As Justin's raised eyebrows, he continues: "It's not a handout, it's not an insult. I just wanted you to do you job right. And trust me, fucking you has nothing to do with your profession. You're hot, that's all. Now will you just take the fucking money?"
Justin glances down at the Brian's hand. Which is still lingering against his, the money separating their touch.
As if burned, Brian suddenly withdraws his hand. "That's two-thirty, keep the change."
Without looking back at Justin, Brian slides behind the wheel of his car. His eyes are fixed on the dashboard as he waits for Justin to open the gate.
Justin pushes a button for the automatic rolling gate to open.
The corvette roars to life, tires screeching on the polished floor as Brian pulls the car out of the garage.
Justin makes sure Brian sees the finger he gives him. "Fuck you, too, Mr. Kinney."
As he closes the gate again, he grins to himself. He might just know where to spent those extra fifty-one dollars.
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Damn that was hot!
Can't way for the next part in the series ;P
<3
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I hope there'll be more soon.
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Cheers,
Vin
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Glad you liked it :)
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And actually, writing a sex scene is harder (no pun intended) than one might think.
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pervycurious minds need to know.Really liked their banter and the double entendres!
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Thank you very much for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.