“You’ve got grease on your nose.”
“Well, shit.Hand me that shop towel.”
He picks up a clean towel from the pile and hands it to me.I wipe my nose and look at him.
“Much better,” Gray says.“Also super butch.And extremely hot.”
I wad up the towel and pitch it at him, and he darts out of its path.
“What now?”Gray asks.
“Gotta wait for it to finish draining.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep.Hold on.”I roll the creeper back a few inches because I don’t like where I put the pan, and as I shift it, the garage door starts to go down.
“Put it back up,” I tell him.“I need the light.”
But instead, there’s movement near my feet, and then Gray’s hands on my legs.“I know this is insane, but something about these coveralls is driving me crazy.”He slides me free from under the car and reaches for my zipper.“Stay right there.You don’t have to do anything.I don’twantyou to do anything.”
I laugh and move his hands away.“I’m in the middle of something.”
“I know, and my balls are going to explode from watching you.”
“If we start now, we’re going to be messing around all day.”
“Perfect.Love that plan.”
“Oh no,” I say, and I move his hands away again.I even manage to sit up a little and give him a look.“I’ve got to finish this, and then we’ve got to move your car so Gran can park in here when she gets back.Besides, you shouldn’t start something unless you plan on finishing it.”I almost say that’s what Dad says, but I don’t.
“Trust me: we’re both going to finish.”
When he paws at me again, I say, “Go inside, horn dog.Have something to drink.I’ll be in when I finish.”
He’s pretending to scowl at me as he stands.“You know, a lot of guys would love having their boyfriends get frisky with them like this.”
“That’s good information,” I say.“Now go inside.”
He actually stops at the door to look back.He’s not exactly pouting, but there’s something, the tiniest hint, like he’s been spoiled before and isn’t sure he likes the change.And then he goes inside.
While the oil finishes draining, I get the new filter, the new oil, everything else I’m going to need.I open the garage door again because I wasn’t joking; I do need the light.And then, when it’s done, I get back on the creeper, put the plug in again, and stare up at the underbelly of the car.
He’s not mad.At least, not really.Gray likes acting like that.A little like a kid who doesn’t get his way.Not at WISP, of course.Not even at work, not usually.But he likes teasing.And he likes being teased.
So, he’s not actually upset.He’s not angry.
But then, I think, I’m sitting out here in the garage.Alone.Just like Dad.
I get out from under the car, wipe my hands on a fresh shop towel, and head inside.The house is warm.It smells like the curry Gray brought for lunch—as payment, he kept saying, even though he doesn’t need to pay me.He does sweet things like that.He’s thoughtful.He’s so fucking hot, I think, that sometimes none of this seems real.And that’s the thing I’ve got to remember.He can have anybody he wants, and he picked you for some reason.So, you’d better get it right.Or you’re going to be right back out in that fucking garage.
I unzip the coveralls as I go, push them down to my waist.I’m wearing a plain white tee underneath, but it feels like I’m naked without that extra layer of padding.Like I can feel the air moving against my chest.
He’s in the kitchen, opening a beer over the sink, and I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.He leans back into me, his head coming to rest against mine, and he rocks slightly, so our bodies are moving in rhythm.
“Hey,” he says.“That’s a nice surprise.”
I kiss his neck.
