Jiffy Lube

Heero looked up sharply from the front of the Volvo, almost knocking his head on the underside of the hood. He pulled back from the car and gazed around the shop, but saw nothing but tools, tires, racks of rubber gaskets and air filters. The sound had come from - where? If a squirrel had gotten in through that vent in the first bay again, he\'d have to stop work on Richardson\'s car and find the critter before he could do any damage. Heero remained motionless, holding his breath. Nothing. He resumed his work on the Volvo\'s transmission.

There. Another sound. Definitely a squirrel, Heero thought. He wiped his hands on the grease rag hooked at his waist and pulled back from the car again, stretching his back. He picked up a wrench lying on the front of the car and walked to the edge of the first bay, kneeling there. He leaned over as far as he could, surveying the empty space below.

Nothing out of place, Heero thought. So where -

\"H\'lo, Heero.\"

Heero stood and turned around so quickly that he almost fell backward into the bay. Standing before him was Duo Maxwell, long hair braided and hanging to his waist. The boy wore faded jeans with a rip or two at the knees and thighs, a couple of mismatched tee shirts, a leather bomber jacket, a sheepish grin on his face.

\"Shit, Duo, you just about gave me a heart attack.\" Heero glared at his companion. Duo brought many good things to their relationship. He was kind and thoughtful, a gentle boy who wouldn\'t hurt a fly. But he had this thing, this little game he played with Heero. He loved sneaking up on him and surprising his lover with a hug from behind. pt tpt that he\'d never succeeded. Not once. Heero had sharp eyes, great hearing, and was always alert. He\'d been startled repeatedly by Duo, but never once taken by surprise with Duo\'s desired hug.

\"Sorry, Heero, I didn\'t mean to scare you.\"

\"Well, you did.\" Heero realized he was holding the wrench in the air, ready to strike an intruder. He lowered it and walked back to the Volvo to resume his work there.

\"I almost got you that time, didn\'t I?\"

\"Well, why didn\'t you?\"

\"\'Cause you were kneeing and leaning over the bay. I was afraid I\'d knock you over if I tried -\"

\"You almost /did/ knock me over. I could\'ve fallen and hurt myself. Bad.\"

\"But you didn\'t, Heero.\"

\"Hn.\" Heero snorted and stuck his head under the hood. Duo moved to stand beside him. \"So what\'re you doing here anyway? It\'s Saturday; I thought you liked to sleep in on the weekends.\"

\"I do.\" Duo ran his fingers over the sleek silver, then jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He loved watching Heero work. Even though the older boy wore coveralls, Duo could still see muscles flexing in his arms and back as he argued with the nuts and bolts of Richardson\'s Volvo.

\"So?\"

\"Aw, Heero, I was - just - hoping that -\" Heero continued working, not acknowledging Duo\'s unfinished sentence. There was silence as Heero stopped to examine a part for corrosion. Duo took the opportunity to move behind Heero and gently encircle o\'so\'s waist with his arms. Heero tensed.

\"I love you, Heero.\" Duo laid his cheek against Heero\'s back. He inhaled the scent of oil and grease and sweat and something else, something underneath the smells of the mechanic that was uniquely Heero\'s.

\"Duo, you\'re going to get your jacket dirty. Get off.\"

\"C\'mon, Heero. You\'ve been working since early this morning. It\'s Saturday. It\'s almost noon. Can\'t you take a break?\" Duo hugged Heero more tightly.

\"Mr. Richardson wants his car back on Monday. I\'ve just started the rebuild of his transmission.\"

\"Fuck Mr. Richardson.\" Duo said the words softly, almost as a request. He pushed his hips forward, cradling Heero\'s tight buttocks.

\"Not now, Duo.\" Heero pushed back.

\"I guess I\'m just feeling needy, that\'s all.\" Duo moved one hand, feeling for the zipper at Heero\'s chest. He pulled it all the way down then slipped his hand into the coverall, worming his way past soft white cotton until he felt firm abs. Heero froze. Duo added a second hand and pushed lower, finding elastic, then more cotton. He cupped Heero\'s cock and balls through his briefs, holding them reverently. He squeezed gently.

Heero dropped the part he was studying and abruptly pushed back from underneath the hood, straightening his back. He put his hands on the hood and slammed it shut, then turned around quickly. Duo\'s hands came loose from their treasure.

\"So that\'s how it is?\" Heero glared at his lover. Duo held his breath. Suddenly Heero grabbed the sides of Duo\'s head with grimy hands and planted a rough kiss on his lips. Duo responded by opening his mouth, a grin at the corners. Tongues darted, found each other, fought for domination. Duo brought his arms around behind Heero, his hands hooking over broad, muscular shoulders.

Heero broke the kiss as quickly as he had begun it and grabbed Duo at the waist. He lifted the boy and turned around, placing him on the hood of the silver Volvo. Duo\'s eyes widened.

\"Heero! What -\"

\"This is what you wanted, isn\'t it?\" The sudden lust in Heero\'s eyes ignited a fire in Duo\'s belly.

\"Yeah, it is.\" Duo\'s eyes narrowed slightly. He smirked seductively.

Heero pulled at the snap of Duo\'s jeans. The long-haired boy pulled his tummy in to give Heero easier access. The zipper came down and Heero yanked the jeans to Duo\'s knees. White cotton Fruit of the Looms followed. Heero pulled the jeans and briefs to Duo\'s ankles. Duo pulled his feet up and spread his legs.

Heero shrugged his arms out of the dark green coverall, leaving it hanging backward at his waist. He shoved his own briefs down, exposing dark brown curls above a hardening cock. He reached for his toolbox to retrieve a tube of petroleum jelly kept there for sealing rubber gaskets. He twisted the cap off, letting it fall to the floor of the garage, then squeezed the tube. Clear jelly eased onto his fingers. He rubbed it between his thumb and fingers, then rubbed it on his cock, now fully erect, grunting once at the sensation. After squeezing some more on his fingers, he pitched the open tube toward the toolbox. He pushed the jelly against Duo\'s anus.

\"Cold,\" Duo said.

\"Won\'t be for long.\"

Heero pulled Duo forward so that his legs hung down over the front of the car, then positioned his cock against his lover\'s pucker. Without any prep or warning, He shoved himself into Duo\'s tight passage.

\"Oh, god, Heero, yes!\" Duo convulsed on the Volvo\'s hood. Heero pistoned in and out of his long-haired lover, holding onto the boy\'s thighs.

Orgasm came quickly. Heero called out Duo\'s name as he came hard, splattering hot semen against Duo\'s prostrate. The bn thn the hood of the car shuddered. His held the sides of his head with his hands.

\"God, Heero, please -\"

Without a word, Heero took Duo\'s cock in his hand, traces of petroleum jelly and motor oil mixing together as he worked quickly. Duo bucked his hips. Heero pumped faster and faster.

With a cry Duo came, sticky seed spurting into the air and falling back on his hipbones and tee shirt. Heero squeezed his lover\'s cock a few times, Duo shuddering with each rough embrace.

Heero leaned back from the front of the car and wiped his hand on the grease rag at his waist. \"Unh, Duo.\"

\"Yeah.\" Duo closed his eyes. Heero wiped his cock with the rag, leaving it stained with semen, jelly and oil. He found his briefs in the legs of his coveralls and pulled them up, then zipped up his work suit. Duo lowered his legs against warm metal, turned his head to one side.

\"Get off the car, Duo.\"

\"Yeah, guess I should.\" Duo slid forward and stood shakily. He grabbed his briefs and pulled them up, his jeans following. Heero looked for the cap to the petroleum jelly and, finding it, bent to pick it up. He stood and replaced it on the tube, then put it back in the toolbox.

\"So, Heero.\"

\"Yes?\"

\"You gonna go back to work on the c"
"

\"Yeah.\" There was a defiant tone in Heero\'s voice. \"Why?\"

\"Well, I mean, we\'re both sort of dirty, Don\'t you think we need to clean up?\"

\"What\'d you have in mind?\"

\"Come back to the house with me. We can take a shower then eat the sandwiches I made for us.\"

\"You planned this?\"

\"Well, in a word, yes.\"

\"And you thought you could -\"

\"Seduce you? I was hoping.\"

\"Bastard.\"

\"Yep.\" Duo smiled crookedly. \"And proud of it.\"

\"Just one question, Duo. Do those showers have to be separate?\" Heero grinned.

\"Nope.\" Duo\'s smile grew.

\"Let\'s go.\" Heero pulled the grease rag from his waist and wiped his hands, then dropped it in a bucket to the side of the Volvo. He followed his lover out of the garage into the crisp winter air to walk across the lot to Duo\'s pickup truck.

Owari