Once or twice a month, on a Friday, I’ll drop a free read here for your reading pleasure.
Heat rating: Explicit
Genre: Contemporary
Summary: Faking car trouble is one way to get a mechanic into bed. Or spread over the hood of your car.
Word count: ~1600
“You’ve had so many problems with this thing; maybe you should just cut your losses and buy a new car. It’d save you a lot of hassle, and money. You’ve been back nearly every week for about a month and a half, and every time there’s something new.”
“I know, it’s annoying the hell out of me.” Dan handed his keys over to Miguel, the mechanic who usually dealt with his car troubles. Their hands touched, briefly. Long enough for Dan to feel the warmth in Miguel’s touch.
He watched as Miguel popped the hood and leaned over to check the engine. Miguel’s blue overalls stretched tight over his ass and across his shoulders, and Dan couldn’t help but stare. Every time he visited, despite his best efforts, Miguel’s body, quiet humour and sincere smile would have him head-over-heels again.
Miguel turned suddenly to say something.
Dan was gazing lovingly at Miguel’s ass. He’d looked away, but not fast enough.
Miguel squinted at him. “Were you checking me out?”
Dan’s embarrassment was fierce. “What? No, I wasn-”
Miguel dropped the hood. “I think I understand the source of all your engine troubles now.”
Dan was nervous. Miguel was looking at him in a way that his dick appreciated far too much, and at this rate it was going to give him away. “Oh? W-what do you think it is?”
Miguel wagged an accusing finger at him. “You know about engines,” he said. “The other week when I asked you about the sump, you knew exactly what I meant. That’s when I started thinking, ‘hey, this is odd, this guy obviously knows his stuff, probably enough to fix things for himself, and yet he just keeps coming back, a new problem every week. Why?’”
Dan swallowed hard. Miguel discarded his wrench on the workbench, and stepped towards him.
“What are you talking about?” he said.
“The frequency of problems makes me think sabotage, but whoever did this would need to know what they were doing, I mean really know, so it isn’t obvious it was done on purpose.” Miguel nodded, still coming towards him. “Your skill is impressive.”
He was close now. So close Dan could feel the heat off the man’s body. “Hey, what are you suggesting? I don’t know the first thing about-”
Miguel surprised him with a forceful kiss, grabbing him by the collar and pulled him in, lips pressing against his before he could even finish his sentence.
“I fucking love Saturdays. My favourite day of the week,” Miguel told him, lips still close, hands running down the front of Dan’s crisp white shirt and smearing it with engine oil. Dan couldn’t give less of a fuck about the state of his laundry. He loved Saturdays too. Saturdays were the days he always had ‘engine trouble’.
He grabbed Miguel around the waist, grinding against his thigh. The pretence of the meek gentleman with no knowledge of complicated car parts had melted down around his ears once he knew Miguel had seen through it. The mask was gone; the lust it had been hiding could finally show through.
Dan spread Miguel over the hood of his car, pressing firm hands over Miguel’s taut, muscular body, feeling his hard muscles through his shirt and overalls. Miguel writhed against his touch, meeting his stiff caress as it travelled over him, hands fisting in Dan’s shirt and pulling him closer, grunting as Dan rubbed a palm roughly against his groin.
Dan got the hint. He shoved the overalls off Miguel’s shoulders and pulled them down, thinking for a moment that he liked the thought of the mechanic being trapped like that inside his own clothing, but was spurred on by his eagerness to get Miguel at least half-way to naked. Miguel lifted his body so Dan could strip him easier, and the flex in his torso as he did so made Dan’s dick twitch. If he didn’t put it in soon he’d go off in his pants.
Miguel’s skin was hot against Dan’s wandering palms. Dan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bulge in Miguel’s dark blue boxers, Miguel’s thigh’s spread either side of him, legs clamped around him and pulling him closer. They were groin-to-groin, and Miguel was grinding slowly against him, slowly driving him mad with each gentle, deliberate movement. If he’d known Miguel thought of him this way too, if he’d known that this sort of thing had been in any way a possibility, he never would have gone to such ridiculous extents just to see him. Dan was just a shy guy with a crush that didn’t stand a chance of turning into anything, and he’d hoped it would fade over time. But something about Miguel always drew him back here.
“I’m flattered you forked out so much dough just to spend time with me,” Miguel said. “You should have just asked me out.”
“I’m not really…good…with that sort of thing. And I don’t really have an accurate ‘gaydar’, so-”
Dan glanced up at Miguel’s face, and almost came outright. Miguel had his arms above his head, legs splayed, hard body outlined by the tight, grubby white t-shirt he was wearing. But that was nothing compared to the mechanic’s expression. Blushing. Wanton. Mouth hanging open in anticipation.
He tore Miguel’s boxers off him, and earned a quiet look of impressed surprise. Readjusting their position had seemed like far too much hassle; better just to remove the barrier between them outright. Then he stared. Miguel had the best-looking cock he’d ever seen. He sure as hell wouldn’t mind a ride on that.
Miguel grinned. “Never had you down as the rough type, but I’m glad you are.”
Dan smirked back at him. Perhaps he should have tried at something witty in response, but words seemed impossibly hard right now.
He fumbled his wallet out of his back pocket, shaking hands betraying him a little, and grabbed the condom he kept there. It had seemed like a stupid idea at the time – what sort of person needs to be prepared for an impromptu fuck when they’re off to do the shopping – but now that preparedness was really paying off. He ditched his wallet onto the floor, because putting it back in his pocket would have cost him extra seconds that could have been spent burying himself inside the man spread over his car. Condom packet between his teeth, he dropped his trousers and underwear.
Miguel glanced down to see what he was packing as he slid the condom on. Dan spit into his hand and rubbed it over his cock, hips jolting at the sudden pleasure. He pushed aside the torn remainders of Miguel’s boxers, and began pressing himself in.
Miguel let out a strangled “Fuck,” as Dan penetrated him gently, thrusting a little deeper each time. Dan felt his eyes rolling back as Miguel’s warmth spread around him, sucking him in.
Up to the hilt. He put his hands to Miguel’s hips and drew out, holding tight as he thrust all the way back in. He watched Miguel’s face carefully, adjusting the angle of his thrusts until he finally found what he was looking for. Miguel cried out, hands grabbing in Dan’s shirt, his head tipping back against the hood. Dan thrust again, slower, biting on his lip to control himself. He was deep inside Miguel, cock buried all the way into the mechanic’s soft warmth, and he could barely contain himself. He thrust shallow, but fast, rubbing again and again over the place he knew would make Miguel lose it. He was losing it already, face blushed, breathing hard, cock dripping pre-come onto his belly as Dan teased his prostate.
He grabbed Miguel’s cock, fingers slipping over him soft and gentle, meaning to tease him from another place. Miguel writhed in his grip, writhed around him, muscle clamping over him in divine waves. Miguel made things infinitely worse by starting to move with him, working against him, thrusting down on him as his length slid over and back across Dan’s palm.
There was a certain tension in his hips, and Dan knew Miguel was close. He gasped, clamping his legs tight around Dan, pulling on Dan’s shirt so strongly it might rip at any moment. Dan watched him intently as he climaxed, his voice loud in the workshop. Dan’s shirt finally gave way under Miguel’s strong, deft hands, adding the sound of tearing cotton to the orgasmic cacophony.
He deflated after his release, arms dropping back against his body, gazing up at Dan with flushed, parted lips, breathless. “Shit, you’re good,”
Dan was well and truly fucked. The man he’d had the strongest crush on, thought about, fantasised about, dreamed about, was spread around him and over him and under him, come plastered over his work shirt from an orgasm Dan had given him. Never mind that they were going at it in a place where anyone could walk in on them at any moment. He leaned over and kissed Miguel hard, feeling Miguel’s arms slide around his shoulders as their tongues slid together.
“I’m coming,” Dan announced, voice thick with the approach of ecstasy and head thick with thoughts of Miguel.
Miguel held him as he rocked through it, tipping over the edge, his release emptying deep inside in pulses of white-hot pleasure that made him gasp.
Then he collapsed against Miguel’s hot body, both of them an utter mess and completely exhausted.
“Sorry about your shirt,” Miguel said.
Dan laughed, cheek pressed to Miguel’s chest. “Sorry about your underwear.”
Miguel’s fingers intertwined slowly with his. “You can wreck my underwear any time.”
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