Love Is Always Write Volume 4

after someone who kept Spokey Dokies on his bike.
    Sam ducked his dark head under the partially opened garage door and beamed at Nick. "Hi." His cheeks were pink with exertion, a light sheen of sweat on his face. He swiped at it as he swept his dark hair over to the side. He looked different without it plastered to his forehead with rain. "OK, so show me."
    Nick tugged at the boot. "See?" He gestured to the car, challenging Sam to try and open it.
    Sam pushed his fingers under the ledge, inadvertently brushing Nick's, and sending a shock of desire through Nick's fingertips which travelled straight to his groin. He gave the boot a hefty pull. The car gave a little bounce, but the boot remained closed. "Okay, okay," he conceded, letting out a long sigh. "How much do you reckon?"
    "I dunno yet. I've got someone looking at it tomorrow." He gestured to Sam's bike, which was dumped on the ground, the decorated wheels visible under the garage door. "You know, you didn't need to come round and check it out. If you'd taken my word for it, it would've saved you the journey."
    "Yeah, but if I end up forking out a load of cash for something that doesn't need doing, then I'd be a complete idiot wouldn't I? I'm not stupid, I know how people play the insurance game." He glanced up at Nick through lowered lashes. "And anyway, who says I came here just to check out the car?"
    Sam wandered further into the garage and around to the front of the car, a slightly exaggerated swing to his slim hips. Nick exhaled slowly, his wispy breath visible in the cold air. He didn't even know he'd been holding it.
    He felt a pang of something in his chest. Regret maybe? Regret that when he'd been Sam's age he hadn't been sashaying around in some middle-aged guy's garage, turning him on so much he could barely breathe? He watched silently as Sam's fingers ran lightly back and forth over the smooth, undamaged bonnet of Nick's pride and joy, caressing it with the care it deserved. Nick was turned on alright. But by the way Sam's pale blue eyes locked on his as his long fingers stroked the car, so was Sam.
    Nick's hand went up to dig a finger under his collar. Despite the freezing air in the garage, his neck was damp with clammy moisture; the collar of his shirt surprisingly tight. His unsteady swallow was apparent in his voice. "What do you mean?"
    Sam's full lips pulled into a lopsided grin, and much to Nick's chagrin, he leant back against the unblemished bonnet, his left knee bent to rest his trainer against the bumper. He had the wide eyed look that Nick had seen after the accident. Thin blue rings around dilated pupils.
    Sam hooked his thumbs into the belt that was barely holding his jeans up. They were slung so low, they looked to be in constant danger of slipping right off. His action drew Nick's vision straight to Sam's crotch, and the prominent bulge in the fabric there.
    Nick swallowed again, awkward under Sam's intense gaze. This had never happened to him before. He wasn't inexperienced by any means. Since the divorce he'd made up for lost time in that department. Always casual sex. Always guys he'd picked up in bars. But he'd usually done the chasing. And he'd certainly never been hit on by a hot twink like Sam.
    Sam didn't falter for one moment at Nick's obvious nervousness, just stood there smirking knowingly. That much confidence in one's own sexual attraction was an alien concept to Nick, although looking at Sam, he could see why the lad had it in spades.
    Sam was beautiful in every way, the pink cheeks and full lips lending him a veneer of perfect innocence over what Nick presumed to be a far-from-naive interior. He doubted the lad had ever been turned down. And the way Nick's jeans had tightened around his own groin, he wasn't about to be turned down now either.
    Think Nick, think. What would Nico do?
    He took an unsteady step towards Sam.
    Sam slid his fingers deep into his pocket. They had little room to manoeuvre in those tight jeans, and Nick could see them fumbling around. Nick's eyes fixed on the silver packet Sam removed, and his breath caught at the crinkly noise it made as Sam rubbed it between his fingers. Sam raised a dark eyebrow slightly. "Yeah?"
    Nick was barely able to nod before an acute shock of desire rushed through him. The roots of his shaved hair tingled as Sam's hands grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a fierce kiss. Jesus, the lad was forward. The cool pressure of the minty tongue that pushed