Chapter rating: MA for smut Enjoy!


First Job

Shinobu burst into the apartment, a manic grin on his face.

"Guess what, Miyagi!" he shouted gleefully, wheeling around until he caught sight of his partner drinking a cool glass of water at the kitchen sink.

Miyagi raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirked in amusement.

"Hmm, you've finally discovered that cabbage and pumpkin aren't the only members of the vegetable group?"

Shinobu scowled. "Don't be silly. No – I've just got my first job! I'm a wage earner now! Let's go out to dinner to celebrate, my treat!" He bounced up on his toes in excitement, a rare smile lighting up his face.

"Congratulations!" Miyagi replied, surprised but feeling very proud of his young lover. "What's the job? A bank clerk or something? Or an internship at a law office?" Knowing Shinobu, he would have scored himself a decent starter position at a prestigious company where he could build up some experience at the same time as developing a good reputation for himself, standing him in good stead for when he left university. Speaking of which – "I hope the hours won't interfere with your study," he frowned suddenly.

Shinobu's face dropped slightly and his cheeks reddened.

"I've got set hours so it won't get in the way of my lectures and I'm always on top of my uni work anyway, it's easy."

He looked away. Miyagi peered at him curiously, wondering where Shinobu's exuberance had suddenly disappeared to and why he had come over all shy.

"So…" he prompted, "where will you be working, Shinobu-chin?"

"I told you not to call me that! I'm not a child!" Shinobu snapped, then in a quieter voice answered, "A car wash."

"A what?" Miyagi asked, confused.

"I said, a car wash!" Shinobu snapped angrily, his cheeks now a fiery red. "And it's fine, Miyagi, I know it's not some fancy office but everyone has to start somewhere so it's fine!"

Miyagi stared at Shinobu, taken aback by his sudden outburst. Raising his hands in a placatory gesture, he replied,

"I know, Shinobu-chin, I know! Of course it's fine. I said congratulations! Work is work. You'll have plenty of time sitting bored in an office once you graduate. But love – you've never washed a car before, have you?"

Shinobu shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "How hard can it be?" he asked.

Miyagi smiled. "Well, you can't show up on your first day a complete rookie," he said. "Come on, I'll grab a bucket and sponge, go and put on some other clothes, something that doesn't matter if it gets wet or dirty. Practice makes perfect!"

Shinobu sighed and disappeared into the bedroom, emerging a couple of minutes later in some jogging bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. Miyagi filled up a bucket with hot, soapy water, grabbed a large sponge and together they went down to the apartment block's car park.

When they reached Miyagi's car, Shinobu frowned and pursed his lips. The car was certainly in need of a good clean. There were streak marks across the windscreen, mud spattered above the wheels and a bird had left a generous splash of white faeces across the bonnet. Sighing, he dipped the sponge into the soapy water and lifted it out, soaked and dripping, and started on the window on the passenger side.

Miyagi leaned against the side of the bonnet and watched. Shinobu finished the first window and then cleaned the one next to the back seat. When he had finished that, he proceeded to wash the body underneath, bending down to scrub at the caked on mud above the wheels. Miyagi blinked and tilted his head, his eyes trailing down to study the pert behind now pointing up at him. His mouth twitched as a wicked thought sprang into his mind and he bit his lip as he glanced cautiously around. They were alone; the lighting in the car park was poor; they were unlikely to be seen.

When Shinobu moved round to wash the back of the car, Miyagi followed. As the boy started to scrub the back window, Miyagi stopped him and offered to show him a better technique. He stood behind him, pressed close to Shinobu's warm body, and wrapped his arms around him, placing his hands over the boy's on the sponge and guiding his movements.

"Like this, Shinobu-chin," he breathed into the boy's ear. "Circle to the right – wax on. Circle to the left – wax off."

"Miyagi… what's so great about doing circles?"

Miyagi smirked, knowing Shinobu couldn't see his face. "It makes for stronger strokes, cleans more quickly," he replied as seriously as he could.

Stepping back, he watched as Shinobu diligently washed the back window as he had shown him, his narrow hips and tempting behind wiggling as he scrubbed with all his strength. When he moved round to the other side of the car, Miyagi's eyes followed him greedily and he had to surreptitiously rearrange himself in his trousers.

Before Shinobu could move onto the bonnet, Miyagi reminded him not to forget to wash the roof of the car. Shinobu glanced at him in surprise; he clearly hadn't remembered the top in all the effort it had taken to get round each side. Soaking the sponge once more in the now somewhat brown water, he slopped it onto the roof of the car and leaned forward to start washing, but immediately jumped back with a small yelp. He had pressed against the wet side of the car and the water, now somewhat cooled, had wet his t-shirt.

Chuckling, Miyagi said, "Well, at least now you'll know to start with the roof next time. Go on then – finish the job!" He leaned back against the wall and enjoyed the view.

Shinobu sighed, but reluctantly pressed forward again, stretching up and using both hands to scrub the roof of the car, giving Miyagi a prime view of the lean, slender length of his body. When the roof was shining and spotless, he stepped back and Miyagi had to bite his lip at the sight of Shinobu's nipples showing pink and taut through his wet t-shirt. He felt his restraint start to slip.

Shinobu had finally moved round to wash the bonnet. Miyagi followed him round, keenly aware of his swollen erection trapped inside his trousers, and watched raptly as Shinobu scrubbed the dirt and grime off the front of his car, his hips alternately swaying from side to side and thrusting forward and back as he switched between scrubbing in circular and straight motions.

The moment the last speck of dirt was wiped away, Miyagi darted forward, grabbed Shinobu's wrist and pulled him round the side of the car, snatching the sponge and throwing it to one side. He yanked open the door to the back seat and pushed Shinobu, crying out in surprise, onto the cool, creamy leather seat. Diving in immediately after him, he quickly tugged down Shinobu's loose jogging bottoms and his pants in one go and buried his head between the shocked boy's legs, taking his limp cock into his mouth and sucking desperately.

Shinobu jerked and yelped at the sudden stimulation, but his cock hardened in seconds and he was soon gasping for breath, his fingers tangled in Miyagi's coarse black hair.

Miyagi groaned and fumbled at his own trousers, letting Shinobu slip from his mouth so that he could climb further into the car, clambering on top of Shinobu and settling between his legs. It was cramped in the backseat, a jumble of legs, clothing half-on, half-off, hard to manoeuvre and the window crank was digging hard into Shinobu's shoulder; yet he managed somehow to hitch his leg up and angle his hips so that Miyagi could find his entrance and impatiently press into him.

Miyagi was in a hurry, he was so pent up, and he drove hungrily into Shinobu's pliant body beneath him. Shinobu had no idea what had come over Miyagi, he was rarely so desperate, but he relished the urgency, the obvious desire and need Miyagi had for him, and he pulled him closer, his eyes drifting shut as he revelled in his own pleasure, hearing no sounds but Miyagi's muffled rumbling groans and his own panting breath.

Miyagi reached his climax first, trembled as he came down from his orgasm, then pulled gently out of Shinobu's body, his come leaking out onto the leather. Sitting up, he almost lazily took Shinobu in his hand and stroked him firmly, a small smile of satisfaction quirking his lips as Shinobu tensed and came, droplets of semen splattering over his stomach and the floor of the car. Shinobu threw an arm over his eyes, his heart racing and chest heaving.

"What was that for?" he asked in a quavering voice when he had caught his breath.

Miyagi was silent for a moment, then answered,

"Call it your reward if you like."

"My reward?! For washing your car? I hope all my other customers don't pay me in the same way you do then," Shinobu snickered.

Miyagi's head snapped round and he frowned.

"They'd better bloody not. Maybe this isn't the best idea, Shinobu-chin – an office job would probably be better suited to you, working in a car wash is hardly relevant for a law student after all."

Shinobu frowned and replied in a firm voice,

"I'm doing this job, Miyagi, the contract's signed so deal with it. Can we go back up to the flat now, you've made me filthy and I need a shower."

"You can't go back yet, you haven't finished the job."

"Huh?!" Shinobu turned his head to stare at Miyagi. "What do you mean, not finished? I've been all the way round the damn car! What else is left to do?"

"You haven't cleaned the inside yet, Shinobu. Look at all this mess on the seat and the floor. You've made more mess than you've cleaned up. I'll pop up and get some supplies for cleaning leather. You – well, you'd better pull your trousers up before someone comes along and sees you lying half naked in this sticky mess you've made."

Grinning, Miyagi jumped out of the car and readjusted his trousers quickly, before hopping into the lift up to his apartment, leaving a distinctly dishevelled, exhausted and irate young man behind him.


A.N. Yes, I recently re-watched the (original) Karate Kid which put Wax On, Wax Off in my head and inspired this fic :D

Hope you enjoyed it!