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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.
fin
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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.