Tig leaned over, "I'll give you fifty bucks to go make out with Half Sack."

Juice grimaced, "Hell no. I'll never see that money."

Tig smiled, reaching into his pocket. Out came a fifty dollar bill. "This is all yours. Only if you make out with Half Sack."

"I dunno man…" Juice glanced over at his friend, Half Sack. He wore the classic work shirt with a long sleeved shirt underneath, both of the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

"C'moooon. Do it." Tig's smiled evilly.

"Why don't you go make out with him?" Juice muttered as wiped away the grime on his bike.

"I'm not getting anything out of it. Man, I would though for fifty bucks. Not like he's bad looking or anything." Tig crossed his arms across his chest, taking in the boy across from him.

Juice's mouth almost dropped open. "Damn, you're a whore! Didn't know you played for that team."

Tig winked, "Whatever floats my boat. Pretty damn sure he could."

Juice rolled his eyes, "Can you stop talking about him like that?"

"Why? You getting jealous?" Tig grinned, holding back a chuckle.

"No!" Juice said, but then noticed how defensive that sounded. He cleared his throat and looked back at his bike, "I mean, no. Not at all."

"Fifty bucks. Down the drain. And like I said, he's hot. Not like I said Clay-"

"Dude, you're lying. I know you don't think he's hot." Juice scoffed.

"Believe it or not. I don't really care. But this is your last chance." Tig wiggled his eyebrows.

Juice bit his lip, weighing the pros and cons. "Alright, alright! I'll do it. If I don't see that money I'll shoot your ass."

Tig's grin grew, if possible. "It'll be here when you get back."

Juice feigned annoyance. He walked over into the garage, making sure no one was around. Half Sack heard his approach.

"Oh, hey man. What's up?" He asked as he situated something on the bike. Juice noted the oil streak on his right cheek.

Juice remained silent, a battle going on in his head. Next thing he knew Half Sack was in front of him, waving hand in front of his eyes. "You there?" He asked.

Juice jumped back, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah, sorry."

"You're jumpy today. Did you take something?" Half Sack asked before he turned back to work.

"No. I just–uh–can you help me with something over here?" Juice walked, a little too quickly, over to one of the work tables.

Half Sack was behind him in seconds, looking over his shoulder although there was so much room around the table. That made Juice wonder if Half Sack and Tig set this up. And then he felt Half Sack's breath on his neck.

Spinning around, he entangled his fingers in Half Sack's hair, pulling his face closer. Their lips crashed together. Immediately, Half Sack pulled back, but was pulled back to Juice's lips.

"Mmm!" Half sack mumbled into the kiss.

Juice was pressed against the work table as Half Sack's hands gripped the edge, trying not to crash into the boy. His attempt was useless though because Juice had himself pressed so tightly against Half Sack that there wasn't a centimeter of space left.

Juice then pressed his tongue into the other boy's mouth, frantically licking everywhere. In a second he had Half Sack pressed against the table so there was absolutely no way of escape. His fingers remained in his hair, loving the feeling. Mindlessly, Juice rubbed his groin against Half Sack's leg.

Half Sack didn't know what to do. Juice was his friend after all… but this was a bit extreme. And then he felt Juice rubbing against him hungrily. Everything was cleared from his mind. He found himself kissing back, gripping onto Juice's waist as if he were going to disappear. Feeling Juice's hands slowly trail his neck made him crazy, wanting to hump the shit out of him then and there.

Juice couldn't ignore the intensity between them. It was pure lust. It would be crazy to deny that he wanted Kip. There was no other way to say it but he wanted Half Sack to fuck him senseless. The idea of Kip thrusting into him sent a wave of pleasure through his body, making him even harder. Half Sack's hands made their way to his ass, pushing Juice even further into him, if possible.

Half Sack pulled away, getting a deep breath before moving on to Juice's neck, right below his earlobe. He sucked crazily, creating a delicious purple bruise. The noises Juice was making shouldn't even be legal, each one hitting a cord in Kip. Juice's fingers tightened in his blond hair, pulling Kip's face back to his own.

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Kip woke up, the sheets soaked with sweat. "Fuck." He said, pouting when he saw his hard-on.