Fic: Grease
Title: Grease
Author: kenshincha
Rating: PG
Characters: Esca/Marcus
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rosemary Sutcliff.
Summary: Mechanic!AU
Notes: Inspired by the picture of the belt.
Marcus walked back into the garage, wiping at the grease on his hand with an even greasier cloth. He really hoped Cottia got better soon, because he was tired of talking to customers about their cars. He just fixed them; he wasn't the one who figured out how much they paid for it.
He sees Esca's legs sticking out from under a large truck, the clanging of his work filling the unusually quiet garage. It was early in the morning, so the rest of the guys hadn't come in yet. Esca was a morning person, so he always agreed to open the shop in the morning. Marcus managed to drag himself out of bed to come in with him because he couldn't sleep in an empty bed anyway.
Esca hadn't completely gotten into his dark brown jump suit. It bunched below his hips, showing his jeans and belt. A strip of skin with a light dusting of hair peeked out where Esca's white shirt rode up.
Marcus walked over as quietly as his hulking frame would allow and straddled Esca's legs. He grabbed Esca by the buckle and yanked him down, the dolly easily rolling him out from underneath the car.
Esca's face appeared from under the car wide-eyed with surprise. When he saw it was Marcus, he scowled, though there was more amusement than heat in it. "I was working on something here."
"You've been working on that muffler for almost fifteen minutes. You need a break."
Esca raised an eyebrow. "If that's how you work, no wonder you're always late finishing."
Marcus still had a grip on Esca's belt buckle. He moved his thumb to stroke his skin, smearing oil on him.
Esca raised his head to look down before letting it fall back. "If you're trying to seduce me, you're doing a horrible job of it."
Marcus huffed a laugh. "When I'm all dirty at the end of the day, you can barely keep your hands off me." He moved his thumb on Esca's cheekbone, leaving a dark black smudge like tribal paint.
Esca tried to bat his hand away, but it was too late. He let out a growl low in this throat before grabbing Marcus by the collar of his shirt and dragging him down for a rough kiss. Marcus had to put his hand against the side of the truck to keep himself from banging his head. With how thick his head was, he'd end up denting the car.
Esca's kiss was as aggressive as it usually was, fighting Marcus for dominance. Marcus was never one to just back down, so he made Esca work for it.
Finally Esca broke it and shoved Marcus back, his wiry muscles able to move Marcus' bulk with little trouble.
"Back to work," Esca ordered before pushing himself back under the truck, but not before Marcus could see the aroused blush on his cheeks.
Marcus grinned and stood up. He couldn't wait until closing. If he happened to get a little more dirty than he usually would, well, that was just coincidence.
Author: kenshincha
Rating: PG
Characters: Esca/Marcus
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rosemary Sutcliff.
Summary: Mechanic!AU
Notes: Inspired by the picture of the belt.
Marcus walked back into the garage, wiping at the grease on his hand with an even greasier cloth. He really hoped Cottia got better soon, because he was tired of talking to customers about their cars. He just fixed them; he wasn't the one who figured out how much they paid for it.
He sees Esca's legs sticking out from under a large truck, the clanging of his work filling the unusually quiet garage. It was early in the morning, so the rest of the guys hadn't come in yet. Esca was a morning person, so he always agreed to open the shop in the morning. Marcus managed to drag himself out of bed to come in with him because he couldn't sleep in an empty bed anyway.
Esca hadn't completely gotten into his dark brown jump suit. It bunched below his hips, showing his jeans and belt. A strip of skin with a light dusting of hair peeked out where Esca's white shirt rode up.
Marcus walked over as quietly as his hulking frame would allow and straddled Esca's legs. He grabbed Esca by the buckle and yanked him down, the dolly easily rolling him out from underneath the car.
Esca's face appeared from under the car wide-eyed with surprise. When he saw it was Marcus, he scowled, though there was more amusement than heat in it. "I was working on something here."
"You've been working on that muffler for almost fifteen minutes. You need a break."
Esca raised an eyebrow. "If that's how you work, no wonder you're always late finishing."
Marcus still had a grip on Esca's belt buckle. He moved his thumb to stroke his skin, smearing oil on him.
Esca raised his head to look down before letting it fall back. "If you're trying to seduce me, you're doing a horrible job of it."
Marcus huffed a laugh. "When I'm all dirty at the end of the day, you can barely keep your hands off me." He moved his thumb on Esca's cheekbone, leaving a dark black smudge like tribal paint.
Esca tried to bat his hand away, but it was too late. He let out a growl low in this throat before grabbing Marcus by the collar of his shirt and dragging him down for a rough kiss. Marcus had to put his hand against the side of the truck to keep himself from banging his head. With how thick his head was, he'd end up denting the car.
Esca's kiss was as aggressive as it usually was, fighting Marcus for dominance. Marcus was never one to just back down, so he made Esca work for it.
Finally Esca broke it and shoved Marcus back, his wiry muscles able to move Marcus' bulk with little trouble.
"Back to work," Esca ordered before pushing himself back under the truck, but not before Marcus could see the aroused blush on his cheeks.
Marcus grinned and stood up. He couldn't wait until closing. If he happened to get a little more dirty than he usually would, well, that was just coincidence.