A/N: Many of you wanted their little fantasy to come true… See? I listen. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews.

What Do You Suppose Would Happen?

Chapter Eight

Kurt didn't have much time to think of Finn as he worked beside his dad in the shop. It was just an added bonus that working helped make the time go by quickly. He really wanted it to be evening already so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend. And that's when he found himself distracted once again.

"Think you can finish this up, Kurt? I have to meet a guy about some parts. I'll be gone for a few hours. If I leave now, I can be back before dinner."

"Of course, Dad. I've got this. But make sure you're back in time. Carole will not be happy if you're late."

"Don't I know it," he said with a smile as he quickly cleaned up.

"Thanks, Kurt. I'm going to close the shop so you don't have to worry about anyone coming in. Make sure you get that done, though. I promised Mrs. Walters she would have her car back tomorrow."

"No problem, Dad."

As soon as his dad left, Kurt returned to his task. He didn't want to let him down. It felt good to have his dad's trust.

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear the door to the shop open.

"You know, I could watch you all night."

Kurt was leaning over the car he was working on. The top of his coveralls was off and tied around his waist. The old t-shirt he had on hugged his body tightly.

He stood up at the sound of Finn's voice.

"Hey," he said, smiling at his boyfriend.

"Hey, you look hot."

"It's unbearable in here," he agreed, fanning his flushed face.

"No," Finn said with a smirk. "I mean you look hot!"

"Oh." Kurt blushed and then smiled. "Thanks."

"Where's your dad?" Finn asked moving closer.

"He had to go somewhere, but he'll be back before dinner."

"Cool. Then we're all alone here?"

"Yes," Kurt answered. "But don't get any ideas. I have to get this car finished before he gets back."

"Maybe I can help you out."

"Finn, you don't know anything about fixing cars. I know… I had to help you change your oil."

The other boy pouted adorably, making Kurt laugh. "Well, maybe you could hand me tools."

"Cool!" Finn said excited once again.

Kurt turned back to the vehicle. "Now, I just need to adjust this and then…"

He stopped when he felt Finn's hands on his hips.

"Finn…" He tried to resist, he really did, but it was difficult with Finn's strong hands on him, knowing he was so close…

"Problem?" Finn whispered.

"I have to finish this."

'We have time."

Kurt wasn't so sure about that, but he couldn't think with Finn's breath on the back of his neck. As he tried to lean back, Finn held him in place. They were almost touching, except for the thin layer of statically charged air between them. Even through his bulky coveralls, he could feel the heat from Finn's body.

"So, are you the mechanic in charge here?"

Those few words mentally transported Kurt back to their shared fantasy, which caused a noticeable physical reaction.

"Yes," Kurt replied trying to keep his breath steady. "I have a helper, but he's … gone right now."

"I see. I'm a football player… I have a game tonight, but my car broke down."

"You aren't wearing your uniform," he observed, even though he was still facing away from him.

"Um, it's in the laundry."

"Pity," Kurt whispered.

"So you think you can help me with my little problem?"

Little was not a word Kurt would have used. Not at all.

"Of course," he said. "I would be happy to fit you in." Kurt's pulse was racing. He wasn't sure if it was from the close proximity of Finn, or the fact that they were doing this in his dad's shop. Maybe a little of both.

Kurt tried once again to lean back against Finn. He was aroused and… aching just thinking about the feel of the other boy…

Finn let him move a little, but it wasn't enough. Kurt desperately wanted to grind against him, and he couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips.

"Please…"

"Please… what?"

Finn turned him around then so they were facing each other. They were still not touching, and Kurt didn't know how much longer he could take the other boy's teasing. He was having difficulty even talking.

Finn leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.

"I don't have much money to pay you, but maybe we could work something out." He kissed Kurt's neck as he finally pulled him closer.

"I'm sure we can…" Kurt whispered, placing his hands on Finn's chest, thrilled by the pounding of the other boy's heart.

Finn moved against him slightly, causing their clothes to touch. The minute contact brushed against his arousal… how could he be so hard, so quickly, when they hadn't really even touched yet?

"Finn…" he groaned.

"You're going out of character, Kurt. That's not allowed." He stepped back, causing Kurt to growl in frustration.

"Fine, alright," he snapped. "I'll fix your damn car. Now can we move on?"

"Great, thanks." Finn just smiled, obviously enjoying Kurt's lack of composure.

"Mr. … Hudson, is it?" he asked, and Finn nodded. "Can I be frank…?"

"Sure, hi… Frank."

Kurt stopped, his mouth open… then he shut it and went on.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course, Frank."

Kurt decided to just ignore that. It would take too long to explain it to him, and he had something important to say.

"I have a raging hard on right now and my… help will be back soon. So if we're going to fuck, let's do it, already, or you can just get the hell out of my garage."

Finn just smiled at his little outburst. "Whatever you want, Frank," he said, pulling Kurt forward once again. Their bodies touched, and although it was amazing… it was still not enough.

"I think you have on too many clothes," Finn said untying the arms of Kurt's coveralls so he could undo the zipper. He pushed the annoying garments down to expose Kurt's pale stomach. When he had enough room, he slipped his hand inside…

"Oh, God that feels so good…" Kurt murmured as Finn rubbed his palm against his engorged member. Kurt pushed into his hand, wanting more.

Finn seemed to lose some of his cool then as he grinded against Kurt's leg, while continuing to stroke the smaller boy. He kissed Kurt's cheek before moving hungrily to his lips. Their kisses were frantic as the frustration of the week guided them past caring about anything else but this.

"Kurt," he said… his voice heavy with need.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of a cell phone. Kurt felt like crying as he reluctantly pulled away from Finn. If it was Mercedes, he would just be ignoring it. He was still cognizant of what had happen earlier that day. When he looked at the screen, though, he realized he could not just ignore it… and then he really pushed Finn away.

"Dad," Kurt said slightly out of breath.

"Hey, Kurt. How's it going on Mrs. Watson's car?"

"It's coming along fine," he said wincing at his own words and giving Finn a look to stay away. Moaning Finn's name would not be a good thing while he was on the phone with his dad.

"Okay, well, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Dad."

"Could you tell Finn to move his truck? What the hell is he doing, anyway? He knows this is where I park!"

"You're back already?" he asked, giving Finn a panicked look.

"Yeah, the guy couldn't meet for very long because he had a family thing."

"Oh…"

"Tell Finn I'm waiting on him," he continued. "And Kurt… I don't mind Finn being there at the shop while you work as long as he's not a distraction."

Thankfully, his dad didn't expect a reply, because Kurt didn't trust his voice enough, at that moment, to give him one.