Blue Collar

by Sean Michael

  "Fuck. Fuck, please. I...I can't..."

  "Come on, pretty man. Give it up," he demanded.

  Reaching up with his free hand, Barton pinched a nipple hard, and Kendall came, sobbing out his name.

  "That's it, baby." He kissed Ken's cheeks, nose and lips as he slowed his hand, pulling out aftershocks.

  Kendall was flushed, eyes squeezed tight, expression devastated.

  He pulled back, frowning. "What's wrong? I know that was good." The whole evening had been amazing.

  "Nothing. Nothing, so big."

  "Ah." He pulled Kendall in, pressing Ken's face into his neck. "It's a little overwhelming, eh?"

  There was a hitching breath, Ken stiff and shaking, body fighting the need to relax, to give in.

  "Shh. Shh. You didn't do anything wrong, Ken. This is as natural as breathing. But it feels better than that." He rubbed a lazy circle on Ken's nape, and the shaking got harder, Kendall holding onto him. "I've got you, baby." Poor scared, closeted man.

  "You should be careful. Someone might hear you."

  "I don't care if anyone hears--only if you do."

  "I do. Hear you, I mean."

  "Good. Because you're sexy and interesting and I want to know you better. Much, much better."

  He felt Ken's smile against his shoulder.

  "I think maybe you want to get to know me better, too, don't you?" he asked.

  "Sometimes what you want doesn't matter, huh?"

  Someone had a lot to answer for, making Ken feel like that.

  "I find most of the time it does. Especially when it comes to stuff that is no one else's business."

  "Yeah. Yeah, I hear you."

  "But do you believe me?" He knew Ken's fear of being outed was deep. That didn't just happen overnight.

  "I want to."

  "That's a good place to start."

  Kendall's hand found his, and their fingers twined. He held on. Barton was going to keep Kendall. No matter what.

  Chapter 3

  Kendall's head was going to explode. He'd left Barton's place at dawn and headed in to the garage, working hard, keeping his head down and staying in the back.

  He was sore in places he didn't know he could be, his balls and asshole, nipples and the tip of his prick aching deliciously. In the back of his mind he could remember being sent to that place, Camp Healing they'd called it.

  Camp Fucking Healing. Great name for a hellhole designed to make sure good boys didn't grow up queer. Fuck.

  And now he'd... With a rich guy. Damn.

  Near the end of his shift, a taxi stopped and let someone in a suit out. There was only one person he knew who wore a suit like that.

  His boss had more experienced guys working on Barton's car, he knew. He couldn't blame anyone for that. Welding was a specialized skill.

  A few minutes later, Barton came into the garage. "Ken? Your boss said you might be done for the day."

  "Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I was just doing inventory. They get your car fixed?" He was flushed, nervous.

  "They did. I thought you might like to come give her a test run with me."

  He caught himself nodding, then made himself stop. "That sounds great, but..." What if someone said something? What if he got in trouble? What if he got fired?

  One of Barton's eyebrows went up. "You're worried about getting grease on my seats, aren't you? Why don't you meet me at my place--you know where it is now. You can have a shower there."

  "Are you... I...I could bring burgers." He could repay Bar for dinner.

  "Let's decide when you get to my place."

  "Yeah? Okay." Was he doing this? Really? Could he do this?

  "Cool. I'll see you soon." God, Barton's smile was amazing.

  "I'll be out of here in five." He was doing this. He was.

  "Good." He got another one of those smiles, then Barton turned and went, looking fucking good in his suit.

  The Mustang roared to life, heading out of the parking lot and Kendall finished his inventory. Chris, one of the other mechanics came in, spitting on the floor. "What the fuck did pussy man want?"

  Fuck. Fuck.

  "To thank me for the ride home last night. He showed up real late."

  "I'm surprised he was willing to get into any vehicle that wasn't five times our annual salaries." Chris sneered.

  "Yeah, well, the other option was to walk, man."

  Chris laughed. "Would have served his ass right. Fucking sweet ride, though."

  "God, yes. She was a hottie." He could drool over a muscle car every day.

  "You want to hit the bar after work, man?"

  "I'm going to run some errands. Where are you heading? I'll try and meet up with you."

  "Just over at the Fat Pig. Billy and Graham are probably coming."

  "Cool. I'll pop in if you're still there. Fat Pig has the good nachos, huh?" He probably wouldn't, but it was better to make the tentative plans with Chris than to turn the man down outright.

  "Yeah. Watson's is the wings. But they're only half price Tuesdays and Thursdays." Someone called for Chris. "Gotta go, man."

  "See you later."

  The boss called out. "Ken--go the fuck home. Its quitting time."

  "Yes, boss! Thanks!" He went to the bathroom and scrubbed up, then hopped into his truck. The road to Barton's place was calling to him, the promise of more of last night right there.

  He made it there before the panic and worry started in on him. This time he parked in the driveway beside the house, next to the sweet Mustang.

  Barton came out to meet him, smiling, looking hot in a pair of jeans and a tight black T-shirt.

  "Hey." Kendall found he didn't know where to look.

  "You want to come in and have a shower or go for a spin in my cherry lady first?" Barton asked.

  "I...I'm sorta stinky." And hard.

  "Shower it is." Barton showed him in. "How about I join you today?"

  "Join me?" Oh, God. That was a wet dream, right there.

  Barton closed the door and took his hand, leading him up all those stairs. "Yes, baby. Both of us getting wet together. It's a big enough shower, don't you think?"

  "It's... Your shower is stunning." With all those...nozzles.

  "It's even better with two, trust me."

  "I...I can't believe I'm here." He'd come willingly, too. There hadn't been an excuse this time.

  "I'm glad you are. It would have been a shame if last night was it."

  He nodded, not quite able to meet Barton's eyes.

  They walked across the large room where they'd done so much, then on to that huge bathroom where it had all started. The scent of Barton's soap was more and more familiar, spicy in his nose.

  Barton turned on the shower, steam starting immediately. It was inviting.

  Working his boots off, Kendall tried not to make a mess.

  "You worry too much," Barton told him, helping him to undress once he was barefoot.

  "I know." He'd always been told that.

  Grabbing his shirt, Barton pulled him in and took a kiss. The connection flared immediately, setting a fire inside his belly.

  Tongue pushing into his mouth, Barton kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Like they hadn't just seen each other. Like he was wanted.

  When their lips parted, Barton smiled at him. "God, I'm glad you're back."

  "Thank you." He wasn't sure why. He wasn't experienced.

  Barton continued to undress him, baring him inch by inch. Every bit of skin was touched, caressed, petted.

  "Love your muscles, baby."

  "I...I'm just...I don't really work out."

  "Seriously?" Barton ran his palms along Kendall's muscles.

  "I just work." Lots.

  "Well, I like the results." Everywhere Barton touched left tingles on his skin.

  "Thank you." Kendall's belly jerked and jumped.

  Teasing at his button, Barton began to undo his jeans. Kendall sucked in, eyes on those fingers. Moving slowly, Barton made him wait. H
is cock was hard, balls drawing up in his jeans. Barton finally undid the zipper and began to tug his jeans off his hips. As the jeans went, Barton tugged the curls above his cock.

  "Into the shower, needy boy."

  "I...I'm sorry. You're..." Hot. Blistering. Fine.

  "What are you apologizing for?" Barton pushed him into the shower, then stripped quickly.

  "I don't know." Being needy he supposed?

  Stepping in with him, Barton moved them to where the water was raining down. God, this was an amazing shower. He moaned, face lifting toward the spray. Barton's hand began to slide on him, slick and moving smoothly. It felt a little like he was drowning, sort of. His abs were explored, then his hips, his cock and balls, and the insides of his thighs, Barton's body hot and solid behind him.

  "I..." Oh, that was...intimate.

  "Shh. Just enjoy it, Ken."

  "Okay. Yeah."

  Barton turned his face, bringing their mouths together. Oh, God. Kisses. He pressed closer, jumping as his ass touched Barton's cock. Barton's free hand slid down to his hip, tugged him back into the man again. His hips jerked, rolling instinctively, immediately. Barton's cock slid along his crack, solid and hot.

  Kendall wasn't sure what the fuck to do, whether to push back, step away. Barton encouraged him to keep kissing, keep rubbing, making the decision for him. His cock curved out in front of him, hard and aching, full. Still rocking against him, Barton slid his hand down, wrapped it around Ken's cock. Oh, fuck.

  "Look at that needy prick." Barton's hand slid, base to tip. Soft kisses dropped over his shoulders as that hand made him fly.

  "I..." He looked up into the water, head back, focus on his cock.

  "Shh. Just relax and enjoy it, baby."

  "Uhn." He rocked into the touch, muscles tightening as he went up on tiptoe.

  Every time he rocked, Barton's prick rubbed along his crack. "That's it. Fucking sweet."

  "Fucking sweet..." Kendall repeated, his ass cheeks tightening, almost grabbing Barton's prick.

  Barton's groan was fucking amazing--he'd made the man groan like that. He did it again, eyes falling closed.

  "Yes, fuck. Don't stop."

  It was surprisingly erotic, knowing that he was making Barton need.

  Barton's hand moved faster, stroking hard along his cock. Oh, man. He was totally going to shoot. Totally.

  "Come for me, Ken." The words were accompanied by a firm tug to his cock, fingers rolling against the tip.

  Then Barton pushed against his ass again, teeth digging into his shoulder and that's all it took. Seed poured out of him in thick ropes. At the same time, heat splashed up along his crack and over his lower back. The pure eroticism made his spent cock jerk, pulse.

  Panting, Barton held him close, kept them together under the spray. Kendall had no idea what to do next, so he didn't do anything but stand under the hot water.

  Barton began soaping him up, once again sliding those hands over his skin. He moaned--what else could he do? It was perfect.

  "Did you see my shower toys?" Barton asked him when he was rinsed clean.

  Oh, God. God, Kendall didn't want to talk about those.

  "Yes? No? Shall I show you how they work?"

  "I... Work? They work?"

  "Uh-huh." Barton took one of the...the things from their stand and passed it to him.

  "What does it do?" He whispered the words.

  "We attach it to the shower and it gets filled, warm, hot, cold, whatever sensation you want inside you."

  "Filled?"

  "This one gets filled." Barton grinned at him. "Some fill you. Some of them gently trickle, others are more...sensuous."

  Trickle. Trickle?

  "You interested in trying one? Or it could be the real thing." Barton rubbed against his ass.

  "I haven't." His asshole drew up tight.

  "Then it should be me before a toy." Barton rubbed again.

  He nodded, not one hundred percent sure what he was agreeing to.

  "But first I promised you a ride in my car, and supper."

  "I think I offered to bring burgers." Kendall knew he had. It was his turn.

  "You did. But we don't want fast food. Maybe we can stop at the Burger Joint while we're out."

  "I..." His lips pursed. "I got to be honest, man. I don't have a lot of cash, if your place is pricey."

  "Are you going to be insulted if I offer to pay?"

  "Embarrassed, maybe? I just...I don't have it, you know?" Minimum wage sucked.

  "You don't need to be embarrassed. I have a ridiculous amount of money that, honestly, I didn't have to do a whole lot to earn. If anyone should be embarrassed it should be me."

  "If jeans are okay, I'll be cool." He couldn't imagine that--a ridiculous amount of money.

  "They are. We can get our food to go if we want privacy while we eat. Or we can eat there." Barton grinned. "I'm easy."

  "I've never been there. I don't know."

  "But you've been here. You know if you want to spend more time here." Barton slid his hand along Kendall's ass.

  "I do. I want to come back here."

  "Cool. I do to, honestly. I want you all to myself."

  Barton turned off the water, tugging him out of the shower and wrapping him in a warm towel. He snuggled into it, burying his face in the terrycloth, inhaling the fresh scent. Barton started rubbing him dry, the man's hands everywhere.

  "I...I kind of don't know what to do, man."

  "You get dressed, we go drive my 'Stang and eat burgers, then each other."

  Kendall resisted the urge to look around, see if there was a camera. Or at least he'd thought he had.

  "What are you looking for?"

  "It feels like someone's going to jump out of the shadows and yell, 'Boo!'"

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. I mean, some gorgeous guy pulls into the garage, blows your mind, is decent? It's like a Bruce Springsteen video."

  "I guess that makes me The Boss." Barton looked inordinately pleased at his pun.

  That made Kendall chuckle, and his sounds turned to laughter. Barton grinned at him, then goosed him before slipping quickly from the bathroom. He wrapped his towel more tightly around him and went for his clean jeans, a T-shirt.

  Barton put the same jeans and T-shirt on that he'd been wearing when Kendall had gotten there and he had to wonder if Barton looked good in everything he wore. Probably. That was a blessing of genetics and cash.

  Catching him looking, Barton posed for him, then shook his head. "We'd better get going before I decide to unwrap you all over again."

  While that was tempting, there was something he wanted more just this second. "I want to ride in the Mustang."

  "Drive it, you mean." Barton took his hand and they headed back down the stairs.

  Oh, God, really? "Yeah? You'd let me?"

  "That's why I invited you."

  "That's rocking cool." Everything about Barton had been a dream so far, why wouldn't this be, too?

  Before they opened the door, Barton took a kiss. Each one of these easy things made it a little harder to tell himself it was a mistake. Then the kiss was over and he was a little breathless as Barton took him out and gave him the keys to the cherry muscle car.

  "Oh, wow. Fucking A."

  Grinning, Barton moved around to the passenger side. "We can take her out to the highway and you can open her up."

  Kendall was so fucking excited he couldn't bear it. He slid behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition. She roared to life, vibrating under his ass. Barton was still grinning at him.

  "Thanks for this, man. It totally rocks." He eased her into first and down the driveway.

  "My pleasure." Barton sounded like he actually meant it, too.

  They pulled out onto the road, and Kendall started putting her through the paces. God, this car was amazing. Barton wasn't a backseat driver or nervous passenger, he just sat back and let Kendall drive.

  Zipping around the curves, he drove for
half an hour, just enjoying the ride. "Drives like a dream, man."

  "She does, doesn't she?" Barton stroked the dash.

  "Yeah. Yeah, where is the restaurant?"

  "Take the next left. It's on Robertson Drive." Barton pulled out his phone and began typing. "What kind of burger do you want or should I just order for us both?"

  "I'm easy, man." He liked burgers.

  "Cool. I'm ordering online so we won't have long to wait when we get there."

  "Rock on." He headed into town, having a ball as he steered.

  "I got onion rings and fries. That way we don't have to choose."

  "Cool. Anything crispy and fried is good, huh?"

  "Yeah. Salt and grease are two of the best food groups."

  "Salt, grease and pasta, right?"

  Barton chuckled. "And sweets. I ordered dessert as well."

  "I'm going to be fat, man." It would be worth it.

  "Somehow I doubt that. Besides, we have ways of working it off." Barton gave him a wink.

  "Yeah." Oh, man. "This it?"

  "Yeah. Pull into the parking lot and we'll go into to pick it up."

  "Sounds good." He parked, handed the keys over. "Thank you so much."

  "Keep 'em. You can drive us home from here."

  "Yeah?" Oh, fucking A. "Rock on!" This was the best day ever.

  Laughing, Barton led him to the restaurant door. Their food was already packaged up and Barton handed over his credit card, joking with the waitress who rang them up. The place smelled like heaven, not greasy at all.

  Barton handed him one of the bags. "Dessert, don't upend it."

  "Yes, sir." He could handle that.

  A happy little smile turned up the corners of Barton's mouth as the man held the door open for him. Kendall put the dessert on the floorboard, so carefully. It was kind of exciting, not knowing exactly what was in there.

  The smell of the burgers filled the car once they had closed the doors and Barton's stomach rumbled at the same time his did.

  "Man, that stuff smells amazing. Home?" He was almost halfway there before he realized he hadn't said "your house." That was probably rude.

  "I can't wait to eat. I haven't had a burger in ages." Barton licked his lips. "I got you the tuxedo burger and me the mechanic."

  "The mechanic?" Oh, God. Funny!

  Barton nodded. "Isn't that perfect?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, totally."