[center][h3][b]Car Service

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[i]"Son-of-a"[/i] Leith cursed under his breath, though he never finished the curse. Despite his age, his “manliness”, Leith was unbelievably polite and averse to using swear words or foul language. 
A gasp escaped him when hands wrapped around his firm waist, flat, toned, muscles clenched slightly from the way he was leaning over the car. A small laugh bubbled up from behind the taller, more muscular man, his lover finding it rather humorous he was so jumpy.
He was reluctant to grab Ceren with his pot-black grubby hands, and yet, nothing would have pleased him more.
[b]"Well I guess you may be overdue a [i]service[/i]”[/b] Leith purred, grabbing a chammy that was draped over a part of the car and attempting to rub off some of the stubborn dirt and oil.
“So overdue,” Ceren purred softly, hands sliding over narrowed hips, squeezing gently, intimately.


Dammit, it had been too long … the house was too frigid and stiff … He needed the intimacy, [i]they[/i] needed it. Kisses and hugs and sharing a bed were all well and good, but sometimes you needed that rush, that prickling of the skin, that heat and friction … and that simply couldn’t happen at home while anyone else was around. If things got too heated, even if it was mild stuff, they had to pour cold water on themselves immediately, lest they take things too far. 


Hands clean, he turned around and allowed his eyes to scan over Ceren, delightful as always. Hands settling on Ceren’s hips, the teen’s looping around the older males neck, he planted a kiss on his lips, not a promise for more unfortunately, but affection nonetheless. 


[b]"Can you give me a second, I left a few bolts loose down there I ought to tighten”[/b] Leith asked. 
Ceren gave a sigh, but what could he do, it would only take a minute, he could wait. Arms loosened, hands trailing down a toned chest over the fabric of an old, thin tshirt. A low purr vibrating through him as an idea sprang up in his young man. [b]"Maybe...I could help?”[/b] he suggested, blue eyes flicking up to Leith’s burning with a passion that needed to be sated.
[b]"You could get me fired if you keep talking like that”[/b] Leith replied lightly, a laugh in his tone. Regardless, he lay back on the creeper, ready to slide under the car and poke around.
A light laugh, Ceren’s blue eyes watching the other slip beneath the car. Teeth dug shyly into his bottom lip, eyeing the man beneath the car. He glanced over his shoulder, no one around. Eyes fell back down, a plan forming in the devious mind.
[b]"That wouldn’t be so terrible,”[/b] he mused, rounding the vehicle Leith was working on. [b]“We’d spend more time together,”[/b] he chuckled, obviously joking. Ceren would never wish for Leith to be fired for such selfish wants. That didn’t mean he couldn’t toy with him. 
[b]"You know I get off work in just a couple hours right?”[/b] Leith asked rhetorically, but Ceren knew of course, not that patience played much of a role in this anyway. 
He paused where knees were bent, sticking out from beneath the car. Brown hands wrapped around the edges of the small scooter helping the other slide in and out of his workspace. A quick flex of muscle, a sharp tug of the wheeled platform and they were once again face to face. [b]“Your point being?”[/b] Ceren chuckled, not waiting for an answer before warm lips were pressed together, searing and needy and so full of love. 
An expert tongue slipped between plush pink lips, tasting a cavern he’d already memorized, yet still excited him.
Leith failed to resist … then again, Ceren was exceptionally talented at stealing and keeping his attention even when Leith had other things he ought to be doing. A wrench (that fits right? lol) was dropped aside, forgotten at least temporarily as Leith’s hands found Ceren’s waist. A subtle push of his foot and the car became a canopy … Maybe his boss wouldn’t notice … at least if they didn’t make much noise, and heck, maybe he’d not be back that soon anyway. 


Ben returned from his lunch break, nursing a bacon sandwich and a styrafoam cup of coffee. He could have sworn Leith was bashing away at the Volks Wagon when he’d left but … there didn’t seem to be any work going on around the hood where Ben had left him. Then he heard a sound …
[b]"Shh- Baby”[/b]
[b]"I can’t-”[/b]
[b]"Wait I think I heard something-”[/b]
[b]"You did”[/b] Ben interrupted, clearly he’d walked in on something. [b]"Under the car? Really Leith?”[/b] Ben rolled his eyes, hoping the two figures beneath the car were decently clothed at least.


Two bodies slipped from beneath the truck, one with wide, innocent and frightened eyes, the other with a cheeky smirk painted on his lips. 
[b]"You know this isn’t your bedroom right?”[/b] Ben said pointedly, but lightly. 
[b]"I don’t even [i]have[/i] a bedroom”[/b] Leith mumbled under his breath, he wasn’t the confrontational type … but it was bloody frustrating having no personal space.
[b]“It could always be converted, right?”[/b] Ceren mused with a smirk plastered on his plump, pink lips, eyes flashing with amusement as he lay next to Leith, jeans tighter than before, Leith’s clothes a little looser than they should have been.
[b]"Not likely Ceren, customers usually want their cars back after they’ve been fixed and not with [i]new stains[/i]. Cmon, parties over”[/b] Ben gently chided. 


Reluctantly … and with tremendous embarrassment, Leith brushed himself off, gave Ceren a look that was half-warning, half-apologetic, before he disappeared under the car again. 
Maybe, just maybe he’d get home before the rest of the family and they could have a moment together … it wasn’t particularly likely but … stranger things had happened. Leith pressed and poked at parts till finally things started to work again, idly chatting with Ceren while he worked as Ceren sat on a clean spot on one of the workbenches.