Oil
By Shakespeare's Girl
A/N: For the Challenge. In the BestFriendsVerse.
Liam sighed, watching Spike as he tuned up Lindsey McDonald's ancient Ford truck. Or, he tried to. There were parts everywhere and Spike was cursing under his breath as he banged away. Finally Spike gave up, tossing a ratchet across the garage and swearing at whatever part he'd been trying to fix. "Bloody filthy blimey . . . bastard."
"You must have been paying attention in English today," Liam teased.
"Yeah, yeah," Spike grumbled, stalking right up to Liam and reaching around behind him to grab a rag to wipe his hands on.
Liam grinned, letting his eyes roam over Spike's face. "Devastating comeback," he smirked. "I'll never recover." He frowned suddenly, noticing a smear of oil. "Oh," he murmured. "You're smudged." He reached out and rested his thumb on the spot, just over Spike's scarred eyebrow, his fingers curling up into Spike's hair. Gently he rubbed away the stain, then let his fingers trace down Spike's cheek.
Spike stared at Liam. "What was that?"
"Grease smudge," Liam answered, his heart beating a little fast at having actually touched Spike, remembering just in time to show Spike the grease on his thumb before wiping it away.
"Oh," Spike nodded, sounding a little dazed. "Right."