We are both ashamed to admit that
Khayman is Dom
Mi is Brian

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 <Brian> ::Alone working in Dom's garage:: "Damn it's hot" ::Stripping off my shirt, walking over to the water cooler
soaking the shirt in cold water before wringing it over my head::

 <Dom> ::Slides in under the half open garage door, he is startled silent at the sight of Brian dosing himself with water::

 <Brian> ::reaching up and cranking the small radio on top of the cooler up
My sharona blares, dancing, I sing:: "Oh my little pretty one, pretty one, when you gonna give me some time sharona"

 <Dom> ::Holds back a laugh as he watches Spilner do the bump and grind across the floor while singing into a wrench
he picked up and is using as a makeshift microphone.
He has to bite back the laughter by clenching his teeth around his bottom lip as the sleek blonde
humps up against a tool box trying to seduce it with the dance.::

 <Brian> ::The song changes to Pat Benatar 'Heartbreaker' even as I am doing the bump with a tool box,
The beat is too sexy, I switch to a more exotic dance, imitating strippers I have seen.::

 <Dom> ::watching the golden boy who has now turned his way, eyes shut, mouth half open
head tilted back moving one elegant hand through his blonde locks down his neck then lightly across his face,
over his lips his pink tongue darts out and licks the tip of each of his fingers before
they resume their migration down his body.
Dom watches as the boys hand moves sensually across his adams apple down his chest
to flick at the pebbled nipple before the index finger circles it.
Brian's hips are rolling in the most obscene way, like he is fucking or *getting* fucked, well.::

 <Brian> ::bringing my finger from my nipple I suck on it greedily,
my dick has gotten hard and demanding room to grow. Grinding my hips
I send my other hand to undo the button of my jeans easing the zipper, giving the finger on last lick
I send it to tease my other nipple before sliding down my stomach past my bellybutton
to linger a moment before slipping into my jeans.::

 <Dom> ::watching Brian suckle his digit  then work his way down he thinks to himself,
this is suddenly not funny anymore and backs out the way he came slipping under the door.
Once on the other side of the large garage door he collapses against the metal breathing heavily
willing the image of Arizona getting ready to masturbate out of his mind
growling softly at the loud clang of the door as he leans into it,
and at his erection who was rallying for equal time

<Brian> ::hearing the clang of the door my eyes snap open, there under the half shut door are Dom's legs;
whirling around I tuck, zip and button everything up as quickly as I can and call out::
"Hang on Man! I got it locked. I'll open it for you."

<Dom> ::He hears Brian call out and bangs his head into the steel once more.
Now he has to go back in there and pretend he hasn't just witnessed one
of the most erotic things he has ever seen.
He squeezes out the image still burned in his minds eye and slips under the door for the third time
pasteing an indifferent look on his face even as he wills his heart to stop beating so rapidly::

 <Brian> ::blushing from head to toe I smile as Dom's eyes find mine:: "Hey Man. I was just working."

 <Dom> ::Raises brow:: "On what?"

 <Brian> ::blushes deeper:: "On the car" ::I turn and fiddle with some tools::

 <Dom> "Get too much sun today? Your looking like a lobster."
::his eyes sparkle mischievously as he watches the blush creeping slowly across Brian's neck and shoulders::

 <Brian> ::unable to talk I nod the lie about a sunburn and move over to the cooler,
my mouth has suddenly turned into a bag of cotton balls::

 <Dom> ::Moving closer until he is standing directly behind the blonde he pushes the length of his body into
Brian's back as he reaches up and turns the volume up on the radio a notch "Thug Girl' is playing,
he sings along with the song less than an inch from the kids ear.:: "I love it when you holler fuck the five-0"

 <Brian> ::I stiffen in more ways than one, but I don't move as Dom presses into me.
Dom sings? Or does he say? Fuck the 5-0.   SHIT!
My knees give out I try to turn and trip landing in a heap on the floor, scrambling to turn and look at him::

 <Dom> ::laughs at him and watches him scramble to his back::
"Gotta watch that first step. It's a Lulu." ::He grins and offers Brian a hand up::

 <Brian> ::I take the offered hand and brush off still keeping a wary eye on Dom:: "Thanks"

 <Dom> ::shakes his head at the boy who has started to blush again::
"Hungry? I know this place that has great shrimp"

 <Brian> ::Smiles brightly and nods yes:: "Lets go."