His muted scream is music to my ears, and I choke down his violent orgasm.
Then I think of him and California and wonder what the hell I'm doing.
Chapter7
Knox
I've never considered myself a morning person, but I could easily be swayed if this is what mornings with Carter are like. It's weird, the change in him. There's Sex Carter, who's in control and dominant. There's Apartment Carter, who's playful and enjoys taking showers together. And then there's Work Carter, who’s all serious, sexy, and brooding.
I like all three. A little too much for someone who's going to be gone in three weeks, but if there are times when you have to sit in discomfort, then surely there are times when you sit in joy. Even when it has an expiration date.
Carter and I make our way down to the shop. If I had any notions that he and I were subtle, that flies out the window when we walk into a round of applause.
I'm confused and embarrassed, even though I don't know what I'm confused and embarrassed about. Carter shakes his head and looks at me apologetically.
“I forgot about the security camera on the stairs.”
Yeah…that would explain the applause. As we were walking down the steps, he grabbed my ass, so I turned around and kissed him because I could. I could freely kiss a man and like it. I’m not the only one though. He liked the kiss so much, he picked me up and let me wrap my legs around him while we walked the rest of the way down the stairs.
They make sure to show me the video, and it's so goddamn romantic, I don't even know what to do with myself. I'm biting my lip, flushed, and fighting a major hard-on at the same time. Carter, in the meantime, looks cool as a cucumber. Unbothered by his employees’ knowledge of his sexuality.
I think that's what he meant yesterday when he talked about not bothering to fit in. He’s just always been stubborn, and he stuck around until people were forced to accept him. I look around the shop and realize that at least one or two of his employees are also on the queer spectrum. Not only did he force acceptance for himself, but he also managed to get it for others.
Still blushing, I turn toward the office, but he grabs my hand and pulls me in for one last kiss. Right there, in front of everyone. I think if I’d seemed hesitant, he wouldn't have. But I also think he did it so I would know it’s okay to show affection. I feel off-balance but good.
Walking into the office, I'm glad I took the time to clean up yesterday because now I know where everything is. Carter and I spoke briefly about my duties over breakfast, between bites of English muffin and an intense blowjob. I’d playfully sucked jelly off my fingertips, and suddenly, my dick was in his mouth.
Lesson from the road: surprise blowjobs are the best blowjobs.
To start my day, I pull up the general email account. It's mostly junk, along with a few social media notifications, two requests for repair quotes, and one request for Carter to attend career day at the local vocational school.
He mentioned that one of the techs, Sally, is working on her certification in bodywork and that they do a lot of work with the vocational school, so I know he’ll want to read through this one for himself.
I spend most of the morning catching up on how things are done, reviewing the schedule of repairs, and identifying the people we’ll be checking out today. I manage to not screw those up too badly and even get Mrs. Smith to agree to an oil change since she’s already here.
The guys from the shop come in occasionally to grab a soda, check on the progress of a certain repair, or ask me to track incoming parts. Even though they teased us earlier, the vibe of the entire crew is friendly if protective. All day long, I’ve had the distinct sense they’re trying to get the measure of me, trying to make sure I’m good enough for their boss. I wonder what they’ll think when I leave town.
I'm not responsible for their opinions or assumptions, so I push that out of my mind and get on with the rest of the morning's duties.
Somewhere about mid-afternoon, Sally pokes her head into the office.
“Hey, new guy. I could use an extra set of hands, and everyone else is busy. Mind helping me out?”
I don't have anything else to do, so I follow her out into her service bay. She’s working with a long quarter panel and needs help getting it into place. It’s neat to see how the car pieces fit together, and it’s not nearly as complicated as I thought the process would be.
“I thought body shop repair was a lot more complex,” I mention as I dust off my hands.
She shrugs. “It depends. We try to pop it out with smaller dents so you don't have to buy the whole expensive quarter panel. With this one, the impact was so bad the panel had to be replaced entirely. Thankfully, this other panel is fixable. You’re welcome to stick around and see how I do it if you're interested,” she says. “Just don't get in my way.”
I grin because Carter, after licking my cum from his lips this morning, warned me that getting in a mechanic’s way is a bad idea all around. I go back to the office, stick the wireless phone in my pocket, and hang out with Sally for the rest of the afternoon. It’s fascinating to watch her pound out the metal into the appropriate shape, then use Bondo where it’s needed before smoothing it all out to make the car ready for the paint team.
“So now you’ll send it off to get repainted?”
“For now. Carter’ll have to build the paint setup, and it’s a pretty big investment. Right now, we’re working with a third-party paint crew, but we’ll see where we can go with it.”
Another benefit of being out in the garage is watching the guys work on my engine. I thought Carter might have been exaggerating when he said Hondas are a pain in the ass to work on, but after about the fifteenth cuss word flies out from underneath the car, I know he was telling the truth.
Sally stands next to me as I watch my engine get taken apart.
