Oil and Light



It's funny, Jensen thinks muzzily, how he came here to get an oil leak fixed, and here he is bending the mechanic over the battered old couch in the corner of the workshop, tearing at his dirty wifebeater and teasing his ass open with spit-slick fingers. He can hear the mechanic - Jared? Jensen's pretty sure the guy's name is Jared - breathing harshly in the damp air, his jeans and overalls locking his ankles in place and his gloved hands sliding over the ugly green vinyl in front of him. His hair's dirty; dark with sweat and grease, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. His tanned arms are smeared with spots of oil, his wifebeater pushed up to reveal the slim curve of his waist and flare of his ass. Jensen bites his lip to cut off a moan as he laces his fingers in between Jared's on the couch, gripping tightly and feeling the rough fabric of his gloves tickle in between his fingers as his other hand presses two, then three, fingers inside Jared's ass.

"More," Jared grunts, his hips pressing back, fucking himself on Jensen's fingers. Jensen's vision swims, hazy in the mid-afternoon sunlight that's streaming through the dusty, high windows and filtering down onto them. The light's glistening off of Jared's muscles, and Jensen wonders what the fuck a hot piece of ass like Jared is doing working on goddamned cars (and it should be a crime to cover that body up with overalls, a fucking crime) when he could be earning big bucks as a model somewhere. Jensen slides his fingers out of Jared's ass, and Jared misses him immediately. He groans softly and moves back, rubbing his fucking perfect ass up against Jensen's crotch, and Jensen hears a low chuckle when Jared's smooth skin rubs against the hard line of his erection.

"God," Jensen blurts out despite himself. Jared chuckles again; a warm, honeyed sound, and Jensen tears his jeans open with lightning speed, barely even noticing when he almost catches his dick with the zipper. Before he pushes his pants down, he fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, thanking the good Lord above that he still carries condoms in his wallet. Lube, though...

"You got any lube?" he murmurs in Jared's ear, bending over and sliding his cock up the damp crease of Jared's ass. He licks Jared's shoulder, tasting oily sweat and a hint of grease. Jared grunts, and leans forward to rummage around in the couch cushions, coming up with a tube of lube and a triumphant ah ha! He passes it back to Jensen, who grins and almost bites through his tongue when Jared stands up straight and rubs the entire length of his body against Jensen's like he's a fucking cat.

"You gonna fuck me now?" Jared asks, a wicked smile creasing his face. Jensen groans softly to himself, squirting lube into his hand before coating one of Jared's hands, bringing it down and wrapping it around his dick. Jared groans at the feel of the scratchy fabric rubbing against his sensitive flesh, and Jensen breathes deeply, knowing he won't ever smell that dark, oily smell of garages again without remembering this hazy afternoon.

"Fucking slut," he growls into Jared's ear, and Jared just fucking laughs at him.

"You got a problem with that?" he replies, and Jensen tightens his grip around Jared's gloved hand, pressing Jared's hips forward so he's fucking into the slick, rough grasp. Jensen can feel sweat rolling down the back of his neck, feel it sliding through his hair, and when Jared twists his head around, Jensen can't help but lick his way into Jared's mouth, harsh and dirty and tasting of sweat and oil.

Jensen's cock is feeling woefully neglected, and he lets go of Jared's hand, tearing open the condom and sliding it down onto his dick, grasping himself at the base to stop himself coming as he lubes himself up with his other hand. Jared lets out a whine as Jensen spreads him open and pushes inside, slowly and carefully, feeling the tight heat rub his cock in all the right places. When he's fully inside, he stops for a moment, nibbling at the salty skin just below Jared's curls on the back of his neck, burying his nose in the dark strands and smelling grease and spice and heat. He uses his thighs to push Jared's legs further apart, fucking into him as deeply and firmly as he can, feeling the ugly green vinyl of the couch sliding against his skin as he does so.

Jared reaches down and pulls his sweaty, dirty wifebeater off over his head and Jensen almost comes right then. So much skin; tanned and slick with sweat and firm muscles clearly defined, and Jensen can't help moaning with need.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he pants, wrapping one hand around Jared's slim waist, taking hold of Jared's hand around his cock again with the other. He starts thrusting slowly, relishing the gasps of breath that come out of Jared's mouth as they fuck. Jared's jerking himself slowly, firmly, and Jensen bends him forward so he can properly admire the view of Jared's back and ass, and Jensen's cock sliding in and out of him.

The air's so damned close in here, it smells rank and sharp, and Jensen's sure there's another mechanic lurking around somewhere. The sun's starting to shine in his eyes, reflecting off a metallic tin of something on the other side of the room, and Jensen runs a hand up Jared's back, noticing that he's leaving clean streaks in the grime. He fucks harder, setting up a punishing speed, hearing his balls slap against Jared's ass as he thrusts in and out. They're almost breathing in sync; harsh, gasping breaths in the quiet of the workshop, needy whimpers breaking through every so often and setting Jensen's blood afire. There's a couple of moles on Jared's back, and Jensen fixes his eyes on them, watching muscles clench and writhe beneath him.

Jared moans, tightens, and Jensen feels wetness coating his fingers as Jared's cock empties over their joined hands. He yanks Jared upright, feeling his body loosen and become languid as he comes down from his orgasm, and wraps his arms around Jared's waist, fucking him hard and fast. He can hear Jared speaking softly, dirty, in his ear, whispering words that make Jensen fuck into him again and again as he comes forever, whimpering and tasting blood as he bites down on his abused lip.

They separate slowly, sweat and sex scenting the air in the workshop as they clean up as best they can and dress themselves. Jensen clears his throat uncomfortably.

"So, uh, my car?"

Jared looks thoughtful as he pulls his wifebeater back on and tugs his overalls back up to his waist.

"Come back tomorrow, same time," he replies.

Jensen takes a taxi home, and grins all the way.

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