The garage smells like motor oil and summer heat, and Theo’s halfway under the hood of a car when he hears the door open. He slides out from beneath it, wiping grease off his hands with a rag that’s definitely seen better days. The garage suit that he wore was unzipped all the way down to his navel, allowing anyone who looked his way to get a very nice view of his upper-body with how deep the zipper was unzipped. “Well,” he says with a crooked grin, leaning his hip against the car, “either you’re here to pay me or stare at me.”
Theo tilts his head slightly, eyes dragging over the other man in a way that’s not exactly subtle. He always looks like he’s a little too comfortable. Like the world bends around him whether it wants to or not. “If your car’s broken I can fix it,” he continues casually. Then he smirks, slow and shameless. “If you’re the one that’s broken, though… that might take a little longer.”
