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[8:45 a.m] - Saturday, March 18th
Hand over your forehead, you watched as the man loaded the rented car onto his tow-truck. Head falling into your hands, shame fell over you. “I hardly had the thing for forty-eight hours.” You claimed to yourself, more for reassurance than anything else.
“If it helps-” The helpful man offered his advice. “Since it’s so soon, you can say it was the car and probably get away with it.”
Layers of paperwork down the drain, your shoulders hunched out of stress. A point of his finger to the passenger door, and you were on the way to the nearest auto repair shop in the hopes that the damage wasn’t as bad as it looked—but it was.
Your body slipped down the side of the truck, ankle almost crashing against the running-board on the way down when a deep voice called out from inside the garage. A raspy voice but light like the wind—had you expected to hear something so genuine, you would have kept from frowning.
“Bad day?” Dark hair with matching dark circles under his eyes, the scent of metal stuck to him and his outfit like cologne, oil staining his skin like the tattoos hidden by the rolled-up sleeves of his jumper—a man named Changbin emerged into the morning light. “Let me guess, lead foot?”
“Very funny.” You sighed, a faint smile on your lips. The sound of the car lowering from the tow-truck startled you, a slight jump in your step as you made your way over to the mechanic. “D-Does it look bad?”
“Nah-” His grin cheesy and smile bright, the soft strands of his hair fluttered with the shake of his head. “I see this all the time. Won’t be too much of a hassle. Are you running late for work?”
Eyes growing wide, the man witnessed true panic run through you. Taking a step back, his hand silently gestured for you to follow him through the workspace and to his office. People skidding under cars, machines whirring in every direction, the last glance of the outside world was your car being released before the tow-truck left.
His office smelled just the same as him, only fresher. Windows cracked open, potted plants were newly watered and growing along the walls. Changbin’s right cheek rose from his half-smile overtaking his face, throat clearing to regain your attention. His eyes shifted downwards, the paperwork you were given at the dealership layered with your information as he read over each and every word with a grin.
“You don’t usually drive, do you?” Smile melded with a sense of humor, you couldn’t hold in the cackle from his casual questions turned nosey.
“I used to use Uber.”
“Bad experience with that?”
“Tell me about it.” Your palms turned sweaty, eyes flashing out the small window to see your car still parked—barely still mobile.
“Well.” His fingers ran across the smooth page, grease staining the top corner. “Curbs do tend to jump out at people. I guess this could have been worse, right?”
The light-hearted man made your heart leap, his eyes blinking so gently like a soft kitten staring at a human for the first time. He confused you, bewildered you, and appealed to you all in one—but the stress of you already missing work kept you from keeping your cool.
“Wait my-” His index finger rose into the air and quieted your voice, the land-line phone picked up from the desk as his dirtied finger tapped against the numbered keys. A deep ring sounding through the suddenly silent room, his right eye squinting into a wink.
“Yes, I am calling in reference to an accident that occurred this morning. An employee of yours was involved and I would like to request some leisure.” His tongue pressed into the roof of his mouth, the words falling out faster than you could even direct him to stop. Before you knew it, Changbin was hanging up from a conversation with your boss and a paid off-day for you.
“I—”
“How about some water?” His frame rose towards a mini-fridge stood on a long shelf, a cold bottle of purified water pulled from the cool space and placed in your grasp.
“Changbin-”
A call of his name made him stand firm in place, chest huffed and ears perked at the same time his head hardly tilted to the side to see you again. Time and time again you understood how much a name rolling off a tongue could cause, could do to someone, could affect. But witnessing Changbin’s knees lock and his body freeze was a scene you enjoyed seeing, and even more, the rushed feeling of knowing you held power over a grown man in his workspace.
“I can’t thank you enough for all of this.”
“The pleasure is mine, really.” Finally regaining mobility to his stuck legs, the frozen skin of the man’s body released him to lean against his sturdy desk. Sight set on you, his lips fell into a thin line in thought. “Here’s the thing-”
A catch to everything wasn’t omitted to you, but Changbin clearly had something playing in his mind. You had known the man for less than twenty-five minutes and already felt electricity - but his distance, the twinge in his lips when you mentioned his name, the jolt of his hips when he caught you staring - it all caught you off guard.
“Most accidents happen on the weekends, that’s why I am closed Sunday’s.” The businessman spoke, Changbin’s brow raising with his words of gratitude and purpose. “It’s my day to catch up on work and assure that the vehicles are ready for everyone on Monday.”
“Do you want to go on a date?” The question slipped out. Imagination running wild in your mind, thoughts not appropriate to ever tell of playing like a stereo in your brain, and somehow your mouth locked into your thought process and allowed the words to escape at such a detrimental time.
“M-Me?” His face ran pale, bangs falling over his eyes in tandem with the dip in his head. Not in shame, not truly shy, he seemed to contemplate. “Why me?”
“Easy access to my car?” You laughed. “To make sure you get it done on time.”
Confidence is a joke. Timing is everything. And you had this man pulling at your lewer like a fish freshly set into a new lake; he was completely in your field of vision.
“I can h-have your car done by midnight.” His dark eyes glistened, body turning heavy against the metal desk as it scrapped against the flooring with a horrid sound.
“I bet you can have it done quicker than that, Changbin.”
His fingers twitched at his sides, body levied from the desk like it was the only thing keeping him upright. Taken back but curious, his lips turned into a pout in tandem with his eyes darkening. Brewing, Changbin rose from his lowered position back onto his two feet.
“Only if you agree to have dinner with me, here?”
His face fell, embarrassment riddled in an expression you had hardly seen before. Tongue-tied, you didn’t even give him a beat to take the request back—considering you were currently standing in an auto-mobile shop at a little past nine in the morning. “Sounds like a deal to me.”
Eyes wide, shocked that you agreed, the man stuttered out a faint agreement with a nod.
“On one condition.” Your voice bent his knees a second time, the anticipation just killing him to know what you had coming next. “Lubricated, ribbed, or ultra-thin?”
“Surprise me.”
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[7:13 p.m] - Saturday, March 18th
Sky turning orange, your confidence grew by a thousand when you rose out of the backseat of the Uber. The same shop as the morning stood before you, roof engraved with shadows from the sun leaving the day behind and allowing the moon to take over for the night shift. The scent of a grill heated in the distance, you followed the scent of oil with your nose—but really it was your watered mouth that had control of your senses.
The siding of the old building seemed ruptured through time, cracks and dents in the corner guiding you around it to see the man’s wide back in your view. A deep breath filled your lungs, the apron tied so tight around his waist that his thighs looked meaty made you have to regain consciousness of where you were and what you were doing. A sudden jolt of worry through you, you halted in place in the same moment he spun on his heels at the sound of the gravel driveway clattering under your shoes.
His cheeks ran pink, sticks in his hands slowly turning the kebobs over to grill the opposite side before they could be served. “You made it.” The tone of voice like he was surprised, you had to admit—anyone asking a stranger on a date at such an odd spot could be considered sketchy, but Changbin’s twisting tongue turning flat and poking into his cheek had other thoughts overlapping your brain within seconds. “Your car’s there.”
Frozen in now an equal amount of embarrassment, the man had played his cards right from the moment he led you to his office. Your eyes caught the slightest glimpse of the smirk rising in the corner of his mouth, the rise of your brow making his excitement fall back into place.
He had long fixed your car now. Actually, it had been fixed two hours prior to you leaving. But even Changbin had a deep mind of his own, dark brown eyes piercing into your hand as you brushed your thumb across your bottom lip in a tedious way.
“You fixed it.” Said in the same tone he used at your entrance, his head shook in disbelief that you hadn’t caught on sooner.
“Considering you bowl such a good game-” His pupils blew, wicked ways making your cheeks heat up. “-you already know the position we’re in here.”
“Oh, yes.” Plates to his side, the food was placed on it gingerly, decoratively, like a presentation he didn’t want to fail. “I see what you’ve tried to do here.”
A pointed glaze in his irises, his head shot up at your uncertainty. “Tried?”
“Call me into your office, give me a break from work, rile me up from your stares, and then guide me to ask you out.”
“Attentive-“ he grinned so viciously. "I think I am beginning to grow on you.” You watched his mouth, attempting to ignore the growing tent in his jeans. Being the leading cause of someone’s arousal made you hop where you stood, side-eyed by the man, himself—but he still had other plans. “Tell me what else you think you know about me.”
“What’s that?”
Exactly what he wanted you to ask.
“That?” His index finger pointed in the direction of the tarp cascaded over an object, a large engine hardly poking out from the back. Perfectly in the sight of where you stood, you could see one of the large tires tilted, leaning on the stand. “My bike.”
“Why is it covered if it’s inside?” Your hands ran across your face again, a habit he picked up on that clearly drove him wild. The apron still tied around his waist, he walked ahead of you before crouching under the large garage door. Stood beside the motorcycle, the tarp was gripped and discarded in the blink of an eye.
"Sparks fly when we work in here. Can’t risk it getting damaged.”
A beautiful vehicle, a rare kind that was hardly released anymore. The bike was up to Changbin’s waist, but that didn’t keep him from raising his leg over it and turning the ignition. A loud rev, one that you couldn’t have expected to be paired with such a small, rouge man, echoed throughout the entire building. Shaking you to your core, even your teeth vibrated from the sound.
“What do you think?” Voice over the bike, you nodded a response, his bright smile warming. “Come on, it’s more fun if you join me.”
Clean hand stuck out in your direction, your fingertips brushed over the rough calluses of his digits before taking his grasp. Pulled towards the loud bike, your leg mimicked his own, taking a seat behind him while attempting to keep a respectful distance. Just as he had pulled you towards him before by his genuine exterior and reassuring words, his brow lifted a second before his hand met your thigh. A rough tug, one that went straight between your legs, you almost straddled his ass holding him close.
“T-This is-s n-nice.” Voice rumbled from the harsh vibrations of the vehicle, his entire form twisted to see you bouncing. Eyes squinted, skin turning a dark color from the chilly air outside, he rose from the bike without warning.
“Is it?”
“Ch-Changbin.” Your thighs tightened watching him lift away from you, arms releasing him without much of a complaint when you noticed just how dark his eyes had turned. A trembling look to your body, the smirk you saw at the grill returned when he witnessed you clench your thighs a second time around the back of the bike.
“Feel nice?” His hands clasped at his back, tattered, ripped shirt across his torso seeming to become tighter with every breath he took. Changbin had managed to get you in a vulnerable spot, one you leaped into willingly, and now he had you by a mile. “Keep sitting there. Just like that.”
Palms brushing against your knees, he only pushed your legs further apart. Your form battered into his grasp, leaning with him and allowing him to fully take responsibility over your motions. You felt the bike’s engine kick from another rev of his palm to the handle, mind configuring what he was up to in an instant when he did it a third time. Such as a vibrator, the man had you sitting on his bike being pleasured within the first twenty minutes of you arriving at the date. This was a new record.
Every bump, every rustle, every single movement the bike made applied pressure just where you liked it, the man almost falling down to his knees at the sight of you getting off. Jaw unhinging, his bangs fell over the tops of his eyes when he finally backed away and let the bike work you, itself.
You could see his throat swallowing hard, the blink in his eyes still filled with innocence. His hand traveled down to undo the bow of the apron’s strings at his back, thumb connecting with the button of his jeans. The loop was taken from the metal knob, zipper sounding as faint as a whisper from the motorbike’s loud harmony, his hand fell into his pants like he had been waiting to do this all day. Length hard beneath the thick fabric of his jeans, you watched him run his fingers over himself with half-lidded eyes.
“C-Come on.” Like a switch being flipped, you gave the man permission to carry out the perversion once in his brain. Reality set in, the vivid sight could be seen by anyone passing by. You getting off on the bike while Changbin jerks himself in his own hand l—but the thought of anyone finding either of you so exposed only made you press down into the bike for more friction.
And he was keen on it, too. Rough hands tugging at his length, you watched his cock leak precum, the same liquid being used as lubrication to the movements. His jaw went slack just like your own, head falling back with his eyes set on the patches growing on your crotch as your orgasm neared. Two forms of sex linking you into one mess of fucked-out people, your palm fell onto the bike where he originally sat as shocks rushed you into one of the hardest orgasms you had ever experienced.
So vigil, Chanbin’s hand only moved faster, motions halting to spit into his palm before he worked himself more. Threaded, the needle only set millimeters away, the ending was closing in on the muscled man. Brows layered with sweat, cheeks crimson from the cold air, ribbons of white fell from the head of his cock and onto the front tire of his own bike. His head finally fell all the way back, Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he finished himself off.
The engine turned over, the click sounding as you stood awkwardly from the bike. His breathing heavy, panting as he pushed himself back into his pants, Changbin looked ashamed.
“Did you like that?” Your voice caught him by surprise, the tilt in his head like he wasn’t expecting you to have a follow-up.
“I-I, uh—” Your heart skipped a beat, the man that held confidence not even two minutes ago returning to soft dough right before your eyes.
“It’s okay, Changbin.”
“I’ve never made it this far. With anyone in a situation like this.”
Returning to your place, the one where all things are new - including this - and your knowledge of the real sex world is slim, you were brought back into the space you’ve grown to be fond of.
“I’ve never done anything like this.” Admitting things caused a raucous for you, but had been healed not long after. The play-out had become a true learning experience, and the man before you was another fine example of how everyone is in their own realm of sensuality and tenderness.
“Then I am glad I could be your first. Dinner?”
“Sure! I’m starved.” You gleamed, a rise in your heartbeat swallowed by the memory of the devouring-looking kabobs he had just finished making when you walked up on him.
Swaying beside the bike like you stood in water, you felt the rush of your own liquids sticking your body to your clothing. Face running flush, you watched Changbin barrel over in amusement, the same hand gesture he had given you so many times before guiding you towards the bathrooms.
Hair sweated down, cheeks pink from embarrassment, skin glowing—you felt like a mess and looked like one too. The mental image of you washing your face off in the sink of an automobile repair shop would forever be seared into your mind. But as the thought railed through your brain like it was a station—so did the mental image of Changbin’s jeans just as ruined as your own. You grinned at yourself in the reflection of the disaster the man created.
You had forgotten something vital to being active, that the door swings both ways. The wooden door creaking on its hinges, you caught another image meant to live with you for a good while. Changbin’s thumbs pressed into his jeans, pulling the fabric from his waist to see the last of his cum staining through the bottoms. Face like a cherry, his eyes swayed over to the bag on the side of his bike. Pulling a black handkerchief from the pack, the cloth dabbed across the fabric as if he had spilled a drink onto himself. The remorse of his dirty mind soon fell onto his shoulders, your hypnotized figure finally breaking from the single bathroom to shine a smile at him at the same time he buttoned his jeans.
“What?” His voice was soft.
Night dimming through the garage door, cold air seeped inside quickly. The same cover that was lowered to your thighs had shielded the world from your little moment, your sight watching him press at the door with his palm to close it. Hardly any of the cold breeze could penetrate your skin now, Changbin’s form slyly hovering his leather jacket over your shoulders as you took a seat at the candle-lit table set for your date, but partially forgotten.
Things had flashed by your eyes, the plate of kebobs brought in and covered during your odd power exchange going completely unnoticed until Changbin’s fingers were pulling the metal from the meal. Fresh food, still warm, he held two of the sticks out to place on your plate with a wide grin on his face.
“Healthy option that had variety. I didn’t know what you’d like.” He laughed.
Awkward exchanges had become your specialty, Changbin’s ears turning red from the silence you responded with before biting into the food. Your blank stare caught him, the man turning to stone as you eyes him while your teeth sunk down.
“How i-is it?”
“We didn’t discuss this prior-”
“You left me on a cliffhanger, you know.”
“It’s fun.” Chest rising, he watched you peer down at his rising torso, eyes squinting in focus as you nodded in agreement with what you said. “I’ve never tried for something so-” He stared deeper, fist clenched and under his chin, nails digging crescents into his palm. “-out of context as one-sided-flirting is.”
“One-sided flirting?” His words held pauses between them, tongue-twisting in curiosity. His fingers caught the long length of his hair at the side of his head, twisting the strand before pushing it back with the rest of his hair and moving in to get his own plate of food.
“How often do people flirt with you, Changbin?”
Circulating questions, it wasn’t such a common occurrence for you to be entertained by subtle flirting. And up until now, you had let others lead the twinging expressions and words. Changbin sat across from you, so disturbed—not by your question, but his own lack of romantical interaction compared to platonic or even business-like encounters, chills riding across his arms in another fit of awkward silence.
“That’s what I mean.” You laughed, a smile bringing the weight back off the working man. “I’ve never initiated it like I did this morning. To be frank, I’ve never reacted or responded in the way I did this morning. Towards anyone.”
“I liked it.” Pink blush overtaking his cheeks again, the wide sides of his face covered his chiseled jawline as he took a bite of the warm food, lips meeting to send you a toothless smile. “I-I’m my own boss here. I never have anyone else making moves on me. Whether they’re scared they’d lose their job, or just that my work tends to be seen as physical, so I come across as naturally intimidating-” His words floated, your mind remembering back to the first interaction that morning. You were startled by Changbin at first, the darkness of the man matching the dirt on his fingers like how a nail matches a hammer. But the more you got to know him, intrigued was no longer a word to describe it. He’s a lovely man withering inside a workshop, one that deserves affection and love, even sex, as much as the next person. “Either way, the way you took control right out from under me. It was so fucking hot. And fast, I thought you could see right through me.”
Rocking back and forth in his seat as he spoke, the man abandoned his food. Eyes bright with his voice carrying over to your ears, so soulful—it seemed like no one ever gave him the time of day to speak his mind like he was doing in this exact moment.
His chest rose higher, palms brushing over his knees as he blinked. Your head tilted at him, a sign you had decided was clearly you leering towards him, and for him to respond. A light in his eyes made you rise from your seat, walking around the table and standing over him.
A scene so degrading from the way your fingers ran through his hair, tilted his head far back and placed your lips on his own. It wasn’t dominating, but Changbin released one of the most beautiful moans you had ever heard. The sound of an infatuated man receiving what he deserved, wallowing in his own noises as you tongued at his wet muscle.
Mouths mixing together, he seemed drunk off your taste. Hands finding hold on the back of your thighs, he respectfully kept his distance. A small bit of force was used, and you found structure by pressing your palm into his taut chest. The dip between his breasts made your knees weak, the well worked-out man holding you as close as he could.
He didn’t want to break the barrier set between you, that much was obvious. Changbin held himself true to the same hospitality he showed you during the first few minutes of meeting him—allowing you to guide him just as he mentioned.
Another layer to the lessons of love, sensual support, and experience—not everyone is out to fuck you. Some look for a hand to hold and a deep kiss to warm them enough, and that is all.
Your fingertips ran across his scalp, the sucking noise of him drawing your mouth closer soon elapsed by your lips removing from his. A whine at the back of his throat released without a bit of awkwardness, Changbin’s needs were set aside when you pushed at the side of his face. Attaching yourself to his neck, the wince of the man made you break from him. His eyes were half-lidded, palm pressing into the side of your face to bring you back to him. He wanted this, at one point to himself he had even begged for it, but you didn’t want to pry at him anymore to hear him admit it. Mouths melting together again for what felt like the last time, you felt the flutter of his eyelashes so close. The same pace of chills crossed his skin, body shivering beneath your hold, and you could do nothing but feel at peace with Changbin.
Hair a wreck, the man shuffled backward in his seat with a stifled laugh. Brow lifting, head almost tilting in curiosity, your mouth parted. “What is it?”
“So much for the condoms.”
“Well-” You chuckled. “You do still have tomorrow off.”
His rough hand fell to the back of your neck, pulling you into a chaste kiss matched with a throaty groan. “Don’t tempt me. Remember-” He hissed, eyeing you up and down. “I still have your car keys.”