dS Snippet: Bent (RayK, R)
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Title: Bent
Fandom: due South
Rating: R
Length: 300 words
Prompt: Bent
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Ray loved the smell of a car engine - especially if it was warm, but any time, really. He loved being under the hood like he was now, grease under his nails.
This engine was beautiful, eight cylinders of precision engineering and power that made a rumble that Ray could feel in his belly and his balls.
Next to him, grease smeared up past his elbows, Tad Michalczak grunted. "Engine doesn't look too bad," he said. "New plugs, wires. Couple of cables, maybe."
Ray grunted, too, and poked at a spark plug wire. He looked over at Tad.
"Yeah," Tad said, his hand brushing Ray's as he rubbed a spot free of engine grease. "Little worn there. See?"
Ray nodded. "Yeah." He didn't move his hand away until after Tad moved away.
Tad lowered the hood and let it drop with a weighty clang. "Let's take a look underneath her," he said, and flashed a grin that had Ray smiling back before he even knew he was doing it.
Ray followed Tad to the floor and slid on his back beside him, shimmying under the car.
The tendons in Tad's neck flexed as he checked the undercarriage. He raised an arm, feeling along the front axle. Ray could smell his sweat, sharp and acrid, mixed with the smell of the engine. It smelled good.
Tad grunted, frowning. "C'mere," he said, and pointed.
Ray scooted awkwardly toward him until they were touching at knees and shoulders. He felt hot and cold all over, and his skin was slick with sweat. His cock pulsed in his jeans, swelling dangerously.
"There," Tad said, pointing at the frame. "Bent."
"Yeah," Ray said. "It is."
Tad turned his head and looked at him with rough sympathy. "Guess you're fucked, kid."
"Yeah," Ray said. "Guess I am."
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Title: Bent
Fandom: due South
Rating: R
Length: 300 words
Prompt: Bent
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Ray loved the smell of a car engine - especially if it was warm, but any time, really. He loved being under the hood like he was now, grease under his nails.
This engine was beautiful, eight cylinders of precision engineering and power that made a rumble that Ray could feel in his belly and his balls.
Next to him, grease smeared up past his elbows, Tad Michalczak grunted. "Engine doesn't look too bad," he said. "New plugs, wires. Couple of cables, maybe."
Ray grunted, too, and poked at a spark plug wire. He looked over at Tad.
"Yeah," Tad said, his hand brushing Ray's as he rubbed a spot free of engine grease. "Little worn there. See?"
Ray nodded. "Yeah." He didn't move his hand away until after Tad moved away.
Tad lowered the hood and let it drop with a weighty clang. "Let's take a look underneath her," he said, and flashed a grin that had Ray smiling back before he even knew he was doing it.
Ray followed Tad to the floor and slid on his back beside him, shimmying under the car.
The tendons in Tad's neck flexed as he checked the undercarriage. He raised an arm, feeling along the front axle. Ray could smell his sweat, sharp and acrid, mixed with the smell of the engine. It smelled good.
Tad grunted, frowning. "C'mere," he said, and pointed.
Ray scooted awkwardly toward him until they were touching at knees and shoulders. He felt hot and cold all over, and his skin was slick with sweat. His cock pulsed in his jeans, swelling dangerously.
"There," Tad said, pointing at the frame. "Bent."
"Yeah," Ray said. "It is."
Tad turned his head and looked at him with rough sympathy. "Guess you're fucked, kid."
"Yeah," Ray said. "Guess I am."
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