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The first time Dave saw him working on a car, his jaw literally dropped. Kurt caught that image out of the corner of his eye and suppressed a chuckle. It was funny how fast his former bully had become his best friend and then his boyfriend. "Dave, I wasn't expecting you until three. I'm almost done with this."
"You work on cars here?" Dave choked out. Kurt didn't get what was going on until he looked up and saw his boyfriend's lust-filled and hazy eyes. Somehow, covered in grease and wearing dirty coveralls, Kurt was attractive to him. Kurt didn’t understand the appeal but obviously Dave was impressed. "Um, when did that happen Kurt?"
"I'm taking on some work to pay for my expenses," he said, flirtatiously going back to work and watching as David drooled like a maniac. He felt sexy. There was something about Dave that boosted his confidence, even when he was doing the most mundane things. He flashed him a smile and finished the car he was working on, before joining his choked up boyfriend to clean up and go on their date.
After that first incident Dave kept showing up at the shop, conveniently needing something whenever Kurt was working. Kurt knew what was going on, but continued to tease and wait for Dave to ask for what he wanted. It was funny, but it was also a good exercise for his formerly closeted boyfriend. Dave wasn’t very good at asking for things when he wanted him. If he wanted it then he was going to have to work for it.
It took weeks for Dave to man up. Kurt was finishing up a closing shift, working on a car whose owner wouldn’t be back in until the morning. He had already seen his father’s other employees go home and it was just he and Dave in the big shop. Dave had parked his old truck inside of the garage and was waiting by it. Dave stammered and tried to say something but failed miserably.
“Yes, David?” Kurt asked, wiping sweat off of his forehead and staring at his boyfriend. He was still wearing the grease stained clothing he used to work. He wanted to hear Dave ask for it. He leaned against the hood of the car.
“Kurt, I know t-that this k-kinda sounds bad,” Dave prefaced his words with, stammering and stuttering like a kid. It was so cute, “but I really want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, is that so?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow and acting as though he hadn’t been expecting those words from his boyfriend. “We’re sort of not home yet.”
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