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Date: 2012-10-23 09:48 am (UTC)"Nice to meet you." Justin doesn't wait for an answer. He lets the beam of his flashlight slide over the engine, pokes here, prods there until he takes a step back. "If you don't mind me asking, how much have you paid for her?"
"Little under thirty grand." Brian cocks his head. "Why do you keep calling a car 'her'? Do you have a fetish?"
"Maybe, but this is a 1972 Chevrolet Corvette Stringray Coupe in Elkhart Green with, as far as I can tell, all of her original part, so... I pay her my respects."
"You really do know something about cars, huh?" Brian seems genuinely impressed, or just surprised. It's tough to make out.
"Told you." Justin beams at him.
"So what are you saying, have I been ripped off?"
"Oh no, not at all. I'd say you're the one who has done the ripping."
Brian frowns. "Meaning?"
"Meaning, that a car like that is easily worth a whole lot more if treated right. That being said, the original owner probably wasn't as enthusiastic about her that he should have been."
Brian motions him to elaborate.
"I'd have to take a closer look but... while there seem to be no major damages, she might be suffering from... a few symptoms of old age. Just minor things, really, but definitely something you would want to have fixed."
"So what are you suggesting?"
"Well," Justin stashes the flashlight in his pocket, "we'll keep her here for the day, run a full check on the engine, check for rust and leaks, and you can pick her up tomorrow. Bad as new."
A little mischievous smile edges on Brian's face. He reaches into his coat pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a business card and a folded up fifty dollar bill. He hands both to Justin. "I wouldn't mind if you made her your top priority. I need the car to charm a client." With that, he turns on his heel, and while he leaves, he takes out his cell phone, calls a guy named Ted and tells him to send him a car.
Justin can hardly tear his eyes off the man as he saunters out front. A guy like that in a car like this... every boy's wet dream. Well, at least his, for that matter. He stashes the money into his pocket, then looks at the business card. And he freezes.
In sans-serif font on bone white paper it reads: "Brian Kinney. KINNETIK. Advertising" Below is the address and a phone number.
"Holy shit." Justin's gaze alters from the card to Brian who is still on the phone. Then he turns and heads for a bleached poster hanging from the wall over one of the work benches.
It's one of Justin's favorites, mostly because of the half-naked guy on it. But also because of the catchy, somewhat naughty message printed under the Dandy Lube logo. But that's not what he is looking for now. He scans the poster for the copyright notice. In the bottom corner, he spots it. "This advertisement is created by KINNETIK Advertising."
Again, Justin looks out front where Brian just gets into a black limo. "Holy shit," he repeats.
"What did I tell about cussing at the workplace?" Charlie emerges from the office. The older man whistles as he sees the car. "And who does this beauty belong to?"
Justin is still halfway between transfixed and catatonic. Then he blinks and focuses on his boss. "The face of god."
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Date: 2012-10-23 07:33 pm (UTC)and you HAVE to finish it since technically this is a WIP free zone, but I think just this first installment works as a standalone 'alternative first meeting' type fic.
yay I'm so happy you're writing this! ;D
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Date: 2012-10-23 07:36 pm (UTC)Glad you're liking it so far :)
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Date: 2012-10-24 12:53 am (UTC)Cheers,
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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."
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Date: 2012-10-25 01:46 pm (UTC)"Oh, I wasn't judging or anything. I was just saying."
"You were 'just saying', sounding awfully judgmental."
Although Justin still feels the smug smile on his face, he has to tread carefully now. All banter aside, he is talking to a (hopefully) paying customer. By means of apologizing, he says: "All I meant was that most of the guys who come in here, driving a car like that..." His words trail off when he realizes that he is not doing anything to approve the situation.
"Either bought it on the nod or have to compensate for a small dick?" Brian finishes for him, breaking the rising tension.
Justin clears his throat. "Yeah."
"I can assure that neither is the case with me."
"I'll take your word for it," Justin says with a laugh.
There's a pause, then Brian's footsteps approach the car again. "You can also check for yourself."
With a loud thud, Justin's head connects with the gas tank of the Corvette. He rubs the spot as he emerges from underneath the car only to face a very pleased looking Brian. He also ignores the proffered hand as he gets to his feet, bringing a few steps between him and Brian. "Alright, I'm done now. You want to go over the repairs we made or..."
For a second, Brian eyes him as if to determine whether or not Justin is serious. "Sure. Show me what I'm paying for, Boy Wonder."
Justin removed the jack, putting the car back on its tired. Then he walked around to the front and lifted the hood. Soon enough, he felt Brian's close presence beside him, warmth radiating off the older man's body. Justin tried to ignore him, the effect he had on him and that innuendo still hanging in the air.
"Like I told you this morning, there were no major damages. We did an oil change and exchanged the filter. New ignition plugs and a new cylinder head. There was no major rust but a few scrapes we cleaned up. Brakes are still working fine. But you might want to think about having the buffers replaced, especially with a low car like that, you're in for a bumpy ride." Justin rattles off the facts at lightning speed. Brian standing right next to him makes him nervous, especially since he can feel the man's eyes all over him.
"That's how I like my rides best."
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Date: 2012-10-26 08:27 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2012-10-26 08:28 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2012-10-28 10:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2012-10-28 10:26 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2012-10-29 12:37 am (UTC)Damn that was hot!
Can't way for the next part in the series ;P
<3
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Date: 2012-10-29 08:55 am (UTC)I hope there'll be more soon.
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Date: 2012-10-29 03:34 am (UTC)Cheers,
Vin
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Date: 2012-10-29 08:56 am (UTC)Glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2012-10-29 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-30 09:28 am (UTC)And actually, writing a sex scene is harder (no pun intended) than one might think.
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Date: 2012-10-31 03:46 am (UTC)pervycurious minds need to know.Really liked their banter and the double entendres!
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Date: 2012-10-31 03:12 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.