#menxsuck

people's story rarely ever mattered to them. quite frankly, they didn't care what was going on in someone's life. repairs cost money and they also had to be compensated for their time. there was a reason people had to go to them instead of fixing it in their own garage. so they already knew that they weren't going to give christopher any discounts based off of his words alone. he'd have to earn it.

although it seemed like he wasn't going to be able to pay anything off right then and there. if he needed the only money that he had in his account, then what was this supposed to be? they weren't running a charity. they'd have to get payment somehow.

they could probably knock some money off of the price if they could use parts around the shop. things other customers never claimed after they were ordered already. the two might have been trashy, but they were good with vehicles.

"sorry, we don't offer payment plans without the boss being here. if insurance isn't covering it, we need at least half the payment before working and the other half when giving the car back." pyotr was lying right through his teeth. yet, this man didn't have to know that. that could have been a true policy that they had. fergal however stepped in with the other option. bad cop, good cop.

"if you manage to make us both cum, we'll have you up and out of here before we close and have it be free of charge. that's your only other option."

a slightest wince crossed his face for a fraction of a moment. cyril crossed his arms in defence. then tighter still when jensen mentioned wanting to work together on his current case. he'd brushed him off each time he'd asked, always coming up with some excuse that mostly read as it being an ego thing rather than an actual excuse. he enjoyed working with his husband — just not when he was tasked with investigating his own crimes. especially since cyril's team didn't even have a quarter of the murders he had committed on the board; they weren't even a blip on their radar yet. and he intended to keep it that way. having insight on how the police worked and what they thought about the serial killings actually helped him to plan that much better. not to mention being able to lead them on a wild goose chase for red herrings really helped his darker cause.

It truly hadn't been hard to win this. Marco could have done it with his eyes closed. But he was hardly in a position to show off there. With all the encouragements at stake, he would have spent his fortune to win that, in case he was not so good at it. He watched as the man gave Dustin the pink bear and how his boyfriend hugged it tight, thinking of a name for it. At the mention of calling the toy by his name, Marco chuckled, hand around Dustin's waist. The guy on the counter looked at them funny, but Marco could not give it a flying fuck. He was with Dustin. That one could make him be as silly and soft as he wanted. Well, sometimes. Because most of the times, he did make Marco hard on his pants.

"Well, unlucky for your toy, he will not be kissing you anywhere, but I-" He leaned in, giving Dustin a quick kiss on the lips. "- will take you to this corner I know and will drop your pants right there so I can get my prize." That last part was a whisper on the other's ear, a message only for him. But the grip on that waist had given him the possibility to slowly pull Dustin away from the main path between the toys until he found a small alley where people would leave equipment for their work. Secluded enough, and yet still in the park, still at earshot from the main path. When no one was looking, he guided Dustin there.

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“Like I said, I am basically an expert in you and ALL of your massive-ness,” Louis teased as he called back, speaking over his shoulder as he let his attention remain on the road for now. “I told you it would be able to handle you.” Wearing a pair of sweatpants that were a bit loose on him, because he stole them from Edwin’s things, and an old shirt stained with paint Louis looked every bit the part of the tired painter. He even had the half opened, sleepy eyes. The only thing, in fact, that betrayed him was the smile that pulled at his lips merely at the sound of Edwin’s voice. “I think we have about another hour until we’re at the campsite–” turning as he spoke, color rose in his cheeks and the sleepiness leapt from his eyes as they widened in playful shock at the view next to him. “What the hell are you doing? You– you– you–,” he was trying to be playfully mad but if his stumbling didn’t make it clear, the way he couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to look at his partner’s face or his cock should have painted a pretty picture of how distracted he was. “I hate you,” he laughed, not meaning it for one second.

“How am I supposed to focus on the road when I’ve got you sauntering around the camper like that for the next hour?”

Edwin casually leaned back in his seat, just taking in the absolute perfection of Louis as the man spoke. He was fully head over heels for the man, his intense adoration showing in his face while his raw animal desire showed in how rock hard he got as he looked to the man he adored.

“An hour? Well, that’s not too bad, at least it’ll be before nightfall which’ll be nice” he mused, acting as perfectly calm and normal as could be despite his current state of dress. He resisted the urge to laugh when his lover finally caught onto what he was doing.

“I don’t know what on earth you could be talking about, I’m just sitting here doing nothing at all… I’m totally behaving” he exclaimed in the most faux offended voice possible, reaching his hands up to rest behind his head just to make sure every inch of his body was on full display, flexing just a little to tease his partner. He really had no shame in showing off and knowing he had a pretty good body, getting to torture Louis like this w bas easily the most fun he could possibly have.