Tightening the Bolts
Ivan stood at the stove, barefoot and bare-chested, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. The morning sun caught the dust mites dancing around him, like he was generating his own light somehow in some radiant moment that actually took my breath away for a second. He was focused, flipping more pancakes with a quiet concentration I’d only ever seen him use on an engine. But here, he looked even fucking sexier.
My heart did this stupid, fluttery thing.
This was it. This was the entire, complicated picture I’d been chasing my whole life, and I’d somehow found it in the most unlikely place with my new boss, and a former NFL player. A man who seemed to be so free in his own skin, so hot it should be illegal, and who, with a few quiet words over pancakes, had just committed to building a secret world with me.
Committed.
The word echoed in my head, both thrilling and terrifying. We’d made a pact. At least I think we did. His place was going to be our little sanctuary, a safe place for us to be US at last.
I wanted to believe him, or rather believe that he would be committed to this idea as much as I was. I wanted to trust him. Maybe I was reading too much into this. Maybe I was going a bit too fast. The memory of my married coach whispered in my ear, They all say that until it gets hard. He’s your boss. The garage just makes it complicated.
Ivan slid the last pancake onto my plate and turned off the burner. He looked at me, his gaze steady. He could probably see the flicker of fear in my eyes before my gaze dropped away and stared at his big wide feet as I shoved the last pancake into my mouth and chewed silently.
“We should go,” he said, his voice low. “Open up before anyone else gets there….”
There it was. The performance was about to begin on this Saturday at the garage. I nodded, my throat tight.
I slipped away quickly and had a fast shower. Ivan said he’d shower tonight when he got home to save time. We got dressed in the bedroom, both of us suddenly quiet, the easy comfort with one another and the intimacy of the morning slowly being replaced by what we knew we had to face. We were now just two guys getting ready for work: nothing to see here or to gossip about.
We walked out to his truck, my sudden fear matching his, in the crisp morning air. I felt like everyone was watching us and judging. The morning sun seemed too bright. The neighbourhood he lived in seemed suddenly too busy. He stopped by his driver’s side door, keys in hand. And for the first time since last night, he looked like he was just as unsure as I felt. The confidence of the kitchen was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that I recognized in his eyes that probably mirrored my own.
Here it comes, that voice in my head barked and my chest tightened, ready for the blow.
“We should get there first before anyone else.” His voice was quiet. “But just in case, if anyone asks why we’re there so early, just say we needed to make sure the Mustang was done before pick up first thing.”
I looked at my watch and noted it was almost 9:30am. We’d be there a half hour early. I nodded simply, my own hand resting on the passenger door peering over at him across the hood of his truck. He was nervous. Overcompensating. Talking too much. And I was too quiet.
He shuffled his feet, not quite meeting my eyes and got in the truck, me following on the passenger side.
But he didn’t start the truck right away. Instead he looked down at the keys he was holding as if he didn’t know what to do with them. “So. The shop’s closed tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I said, my heart starting to hammer in my still tight chest. “Sunday.” The silence inside the truck seemed to swell as I waited for the shame and embarrassment to come.
He finally looked up, his grey eyes hesitant, almost shy again. “You… you wanna come back tonight? Stay? Since we don’t have to… you know. Go anywhere.”
The question was so simple, and this giant of a man seemed suddenly so small in asking. In one moment he reassured me that last night wasn’t a one-time thing. He wanted more just like he said.
The fear in my chest melted, replaced by a warmth so intense it threatened to overwhelm me.
“Yes,” I said, the word coming out on a breath of pure relief. A grin broke across my face. “Yeah, Ivan. I’ll come back.”
A slow, real smile touched his lips. He gave a single, sharp nod. Then, he did something that sealed the deal for me. He reached over and cupped the back of my head and pulled me towards him in the front seat of his truck and kissed me. It wasn't a hungry, desperate kiss like last night. It was firm. A promise. A stamp on our agreement.
He stopped the kiss and just pressed his forehead on mine. “Then let’s get this day over with,” he rumbled against my lips.
Then he started the truck and pulled away in the hopes that neither Smitty nor Big Ray were at the shop early. We drove together in the hopes that we could walk in undetected. We would be boss and employee all day.
But I knew the truth and that is what made my chest relax and a goofy grin spread across my face. I glanced over at his thick thighs spread out as he drove, my brain flashing back to my hands on his bare skin as I rode him just this morning. My eyes moved up to his large hand on the steering wheel as I seemed to feel them again grab my pec as he pushed into me from behind at the kitchen counter just an hour ago. And when my eyes looked up at that handsome brutish face of his, his own grey eyes darted over to me.
And that same goofy grin spread across his face.
“What?” he mumbled as he turned back to the road.
I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. “Nothin. Just happy.”
Ivan grinned at me again, glancing my way and switched hands on the steering wheel, freeing up his right hand and reaching over to my leg where he simply rested it, smoothing out my pants and letting his finger and thumb rest just above my knee. “Me too.” He said quietly and turned back to the road.
I was driving away from his house with him, but I was already counting the hours until I could drive back on my own and feel his big cock slip inside me again.
My own dick hardened at the thought of working all day around him and not being able to do anything about it. But at least, for the first time, I knew what was going to happen later.
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