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Jared blew out a deep breath as he surveyed the old Stanley SV-252 car in front of him. He wiped his hand over his forehead, adding a few more streaks of grease to the ones already there. He had his hair tied back in a messy ponytail but it wasn’t quite long enough and kept escaping to fall into his eyes.
“Good thing is, it’s not as messed up as it looks.” What it looked like was a pile of nuts and bolts held together by strips of rusty metal, but these old ladies were often sturdier than they seemed.
“So, what do I need?” His customer, Felicia, a girl about his age with bright red hair, had been hovering nervously in the background, peering around Jared while he and his S.A.M. diagnosis and repair unit had done their work.
“A new set of tires for one, although you might make it a while longer with these. But you definitely need a new front water pump or it won’t run at all.”
“Do you have one here?”
“Not for this model. I can probably buy one at the temple market.”
Felicia made a pained sound. “On Saturday? Isn’t there any way to get it earlier?”
Jared chewed his lip. “Tell you what, I know their head mechanic. Jason ought to have anything on stock. I’ll see if I can get your part from him tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” Felicia looked visibly relieved. “I’d promise you sexual favors as a token of my gratitude if I thought you appreciated them from a woman.”
Jared laughed. “Yeah, no need. I’ll notify you when your car’s finished.”
***
“Hm,” the guard at the back entrance of the temple said when Jared told him his name and who he was here to see. “Come with me.” He turned around and was striding down the corridor so fast that Jared was too perplex to do anything but follow.
The man led him through a maze of hallways past at least a dozen doors. They were all closed, but Jared could hear the clanking and whirring of machinery behind them and feel the occasional wave of heat through the wood. Tucked away inside the walls Jared knew the temple produced their own steam-powered electricity and had a full alchemist’s laboratory. He’d never been allowed inside the temple and couldn’t remember that anyone who didn’t work here ever had. Even the market was only held in the large courtyard right beyond the front entrance.
Finally, the guard opened one of the doors and Jared followed him inside.
“Wait here, please,” the guard said. “Jason will be with you shortly.” He left just as quickly.
Jared had a look around. The room he was in was – a bathing facility, obviously, even if Jared had never seen such a huge room dedicated to cleaning yourself. There was a shallow tiled pool set into the floor half filled with clear, steaming water, various taps lined up on one side, brass pipes running up the wall to disappear through the ceiling. A small cleaning bot was sliding back and forth in a corner, humming quietly.
Before Jared could wonder too much what the hell was going on here and why he was supposed to meet Jason in a bathroom, a door on the opposite wall opened and another man stepped in. The cleaning bot had finished wiping the floor and scuttled past him out of the room.
Jared’s gaze followed the line of the man’s body up to his face. He was gorgeous, there was no other word for it. Dressed in the long white robe of the priests, he was tall with short-cropped light hair and startingly green eyes. Jared felt the sudden rush of want as palpable as goosebumps on his skin. The man looked at Jared curiously, and Jared finally shook himself out of his daze.
“I—I’m sorry. I’m looking for my friend Jason.”
The man cocked his head. “My name is Jensen.”
Jared swallowed. “Oh. There’s obviously been a mistake.” He blindly reached for the doorknob behind him. “I should just—“
Jensen unknotted the belt of his robe and it slipped back off his shoulders onto the floor.
He was naked underneath. Skin pale for lack of seeing the sun, his chest was lightly dotted with freckles, his arms and legs strong, if not as defined as Jared’s. The hair of his crotch had been removed, leaving his cock and sac hanging bare between his legs. Jared’s own dick twitched as he vainly tried not to stare.
Jensen took a step closer, then another. “If you feel that way, you are free to leave, no harm done. But I assure you, I want you to be here with me. The guard wouldn’t have let you in otherwise.”
“And what—You want me to—“ Jared gestured helplessly.
“—bed me.” Jensen finished for him and smiled. The skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled when he did. “Yes.”
“But—I’m just a mechanic.” Dimly, Jared knew there were a couple of other, better reasons why this was a bad idea, but damn him if he could think of one right now.
“I don’t care, Jared. What you are has no meaning.” Jensen stood in front of him now, trailing his fingers along one of Jared’s suspenders until he reached up to cup his cheek. He leaned in, lips close to Jared’s ear. “I’m ready for you. You can take me, if you want to.”
There was really only one way to answer that.
***
The low hissing of the pipes and the running of more warm water accompanied Jensen’s small sighs as Jared took advantage of the free range he’d been given.
Jensen’s body wasn’t shaped by rough work; he was soft in places where Jared was hard, his hands were used to praying and lacked all calluses. He was loose and pliant as he leaned back against Jared’s chest in the water, tilting his head onto Jared’s shoulder. Jared kept his lips on Jensen’s neck, pressing light kisses there as he washed him with lemon-scented soap, running the bar down Jensen’s left arm all the way to his fingers.
“You’re good at this,” Jensen muttered, eyes still closed. “The last one kept pawing at me as if I was a doll.”
Jared stilled his movements. “You’ve done this before?”
Jensen turned smoothly in Jared’s arms, barely causing any ripples in the surface of the water. He kissed Jared on the mouth, then reached for Jared’s right hand, dragging it down underneath the water’s surface. “Priests have physical needs, too,” he simply said.
Jared closed his fist around Jensen’s cock and jerked him off slowly till he came.
***
Adjacent to the bathroom was a room that held little more than a big bed that Jared laid Jensen out on, pushing a soft down pillow under his head. As an afterthought he’d snatched the belt of Jensen’s discarded robe and wound it around Jensen’s wrists now, raising them over his head.
“Did the last guy do this to you?”
“No,” Jensen nearly whispered, eyes wide and dark. He pulled a little at the belt, shuddering when he found that he couldn’t break free.
“Shh.” Jared kissed one wrist right below the pulse point, then moved down. “Let me take care of you.”
Blood rushed up where Jared sucked it to the surface, Jensen’s nipples peaked when he bit them. He tickled Jensen’s sides just to hear him laugh and kissed over the same spots while Jensen squirmed to get away from his tongue. He licked a long line to Jensen’s toes and back up, nosed the soft underside of Jensen’s arms. His own cock was hard but he ignored it in favor of scratching his fingernails lightly over Jensen’s tight hairless balls, of laying his head on Jensen’s stomach to watch his cock dribble precome. Swiping a thumb through the sticky mess, he brought it back to Jensen’s hole, found he was indeed ready when Jared neatly slipped inside. By the time he took Jensen into his mouth, Jensen was whimpering, pushing Jared’s head down with his bound hands.
Jensen came for the second time down Jared’s throat while Jared held him still on the bed, arm thrown over Jensen’s waist and two fingers inside him.
***
Jared was working on a Crawler 1800 when Felicia came by to pick up her car, equipped with a new front water pump and a set of second hand tires that were still miles better than her old ones.
“Thank you so much,” she said again. “I know you didn’t have to do this.”
Jared thought of Jensen, on his back covered in sweat but with a contented smile while Jared traced circles on his chest.
“So, what did you come here to do anyway?” he’d asked. Jared hoped the perpetual grease stains hid his sudden blush. He left S.A.M. to do some welding on the Crawler and stood up to show Felicia to her car. “Seriously, it wasn’t a problem. My pleasure, even.”
“How about I invite you out for a couple of drinks tonight anyway?” she asked as she stroked one of the scratches on the hood of her car, almost lovingly. “Morgan’s bar?”
“If you wanted to do this again, you’re more than welcome to. Any time you want. I’ll make sure the guards will let you in.” Said with a last lingering kiss before Jensen had rolled out of bed.
Jared smiled. “Maybe tomorrow.”
The End.