Kip stumbled into work the next morning, keeping an eye out for Juice. Those dreams kept getting steamier, making his relationship with Juice awkward. It got to the point where they'd be in the middle of a conversation and Half Sack would start imagining his cock shoved down Juice's throat.

It was a hot day, taking his attention off of most things. He got an hour alone before Chibs entered the room.

"Hey kid."

"Hey," Kip responded, eyeing the man. He looked out of breath and… turned on. Blushing, his eyes avoided the man.

"It's a hard-on. Men get them." Chibs casually walked further into the room.

Kip laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, was your lady going to give you a blow job?"

Chibs laughed loudly, "Lady… nah. But Tig was."

Kip found himself choking on his on spit. "What?" He managed to get out.

"Tig." Chibs responded casually. "Yeah… I feel like fucking him now."

With that he left the room and a wide-eyed Half Sack. "What the fuck…" he muttered to himself.

"Talking to yourself now?"

Kip spun around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. Juice had now entered, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt. Fuck.

"Sure…" Kip responded, turning back to his bike.

"Fuck, it's too hot." Juice complained.

Kip chuckled and agreed. Kip turned around, halfway in the middle of asking Juice a question pertaining to Chibs and Tig when he saw Juice removing his shirt. "What are you doing?"

"I said it was hot. So I'm taking my clothes off." Juice grinned, winking.

"If I were you I'd keep my clothes on…" Half Sack muttered before turning back to the bike.

"What was that?" Juice asked, playing with something on the workbench.

"Uh, nothing-"

Juice snapped his fingers. "Oh, I understand. You said if I'd take my clothes off too."

Half Sack's eyes widened, "No, that's not what I said-"

"Dude, it's fine. No one's going to care if you take your shirt off." Juice added.

Half Sack chuckled awkwardly, "I'm not taking my clothes off-"

"If you don't I will." Juice said, confusing Half Sack quite a bit.

"And what do you mean by that?" Half Sack responded, placing one of his rags on the dirty pile. He retrieved a new one, about to go back to his station when arms trapped him on both sides.

"I'll have to take your clothes off." Juice said with a wicked grin on his face.

"You can try," Half Sack scoffed, trying to escape but simply couldn't. Nor did he really want to.

Juice straightened up, almost pressed against Half Sack, just like in his dream. His grin remained on his face as his hands moved fast to the edge of Half Sack's shirt. Half Sack began to squirm so Juice pushed himself completely against the man, quickly stopping the squirming. "If you don't stop, your shirt will rip. Then you'll go all day without a shirt and I won't allow you to borrow one or allow anyone to let you borrow one."

"I'm calling it. This is sexual assault. Unwanted." Half Sack joked. Only it was wanted. Extremely wanted.

"Oh yeah?" Juice chuckled, pushing himself into Half Sack harder. He pulled at Half Sack's shirt, getting it halfway up. "I'm telling you, I'll just rip it."

Half Sack scowled, relaxing slightly. Juice took the opportunity and pushed the shirt up further, up under Half Sack's arms. It revealed his nipples and toned stomach. Juice may have been eyeing his body too long but Half Sack didn't seem to notice. The man was too worried about his body being exposed, preoccupied with trying to get his shirt back down.

"Uh-uh." Juice warned. "One more time and I'm ripping the thing in half."

Half Sack cowered down after that, knowing that the shorter man was serious. "Fine. Take the damn thing off."

Juice's smile grew, speedily ripping the shirt up and over Half Sack's head, tousling his hair. Juice couldn't resist the urge, now carding his fingers through the blond locks. He swore he heard a groan of pleasure from Half Sack before his fingers decided to retreat.

"Get back to work," Juice ordered, leaving Half Sack stunned. He made sure to take the shirt with him, tucking a small piece into his pants so it dangled down to his knee.

Half Sack had turned away, scratching the back of his head. Juice desperately wanted to see the man's face. Clearing his throat, Half Sack replied, "I'm going to need that back at the end of the day." He added a chuckle.

Juice rolled his eyes, retorting, "You can have it back when I say you can have it back."

Half Sack threw a middle finger in Juice's direction, still not looking at him. "I have to piss. Be back in a minute.

Half Sack stumbled out of the room, trying to hide his erection as best as he could.

Long wait, I'm sorry! I had really good feedback which I wasn't expecting at all. I'm glad a few of you like my story. Thanks for the reviews!