AN: Hello! Wow, it's been a while. Sorry about that, I went on holiday and I actually have a job now, w00t for me and my monies! Alas, that made updates go nuts again. I'll try and keep updating though, I've finally gotten used to normal sleeping patterns, so writing will flow better now.
Right, most of you said you wanted a one-shot for the Winter series, I'll try and do that soon, I've got a couple of other pieces going at the moment and I want them out before the end of September so I don't know when that one-shot will be put up, sorry, I'll keep you guys updated on the progress though. Thanks for all the reviews by the way!
Well, what to say about this one? I had this idea months ago and totally forgot about it until I saw it in one of my docs last night. I enjoyed this one, I hope you do too!
Garage
"So, can you fix it?"
Yami started fidgeting, his feet shuffling as he stared at the mechanic. The ripped jeans hung low on the man's hips, seeming to be kept up by will alone, the white t-shirt moulded slender shoulders and a trim waist. Yami coughed uncomfortably and tried to look away when the man bent over to look under the bonnet of the car, making the worn-in jeans stretch across strong thighs and the contours of his arse. It also made his shirt ride up exposing his, frankly, edible hipbones to Yami's hungry eyes.
The man started talking, making Yami cough again and look towards the wall guiltily.
"Yeah, your battery's dead, you couldn't have had a dodgier earth strap for your car. The battery needs replacing. It's simple."
Out of the corner of his eye, Yami saw the man straighten. He was wiping his hands on an, already, oily rag, shoving it into his jeans' pocket when he finished. Yami looked at him straight on, and he was once again assaulted with those stunning violet eyes that had first shocked Yami into a twitchy mess in the first place. There was a streak of grease across a high cheekbone and the man seem to wear a constant smile on his face, his pink bow-like lips tilting easily.
Yami gulped and suppressed the urge to wipe the grease off and kiss those lips, "Does that take long?"
The easy smile turned into a smirk, as if he couldn't believe Yami was so useless with the technical aspects of a car.
"It'll take about ten minutes." The slender man pointed behind Yami, "You can sit in one of those chairs as I work."
Yami turned his head so fast he was surprised his neck didn't crack, he heard a soft chuckle from the man and with it came a flush of heat on his cheeks.
Yami flicked his eyes discreetly to the man, "Right, yeah, chair."
He saw the man shake his head before moving around the garage. Looking for his tools, Yami guessed, before sitting in one of the uncomfortable looking plastic chairs on the side.
"You got a name, then?"
Yami licked his lips and looked as the man got into the zone once more, the hands moved gracefully, fingers and tools dancing together over the engine and making the process seem effortless.
"It's Yami, you?" Yami jiggled his leg, squirming in his seat before standing up so quickly he felt his head swim lightly. He went over to a nearby display of photographs, seeing the smiling face of his mechanic with, what he assumed were, other employees.
"Yuugi."
Yami traced the still face of his mechanic, of Yuugi. Seeing how even a picture brought out the natural sparkle of his eyes. Yami made a face at the wall, could that have sounded any sappier?
"Yuugi... that's a hot name." Yami mumbled to himself quietly.
"Did you say something?"
"Huh," Yami's eyes went wide, he quickly looked back at Yuugi and saw that he still had his head under the bonnet, "Oh, I said that 'it's not the same', you know, as my name, 'cause that would be weird."
Yami turned his face back to the pictures when he heard a laugh from the preoccupied man, trying to forget about how much of a fool he must be making out of himself.
Yami listened as Yuugi moved around behind him, hearing the soft breathing and the tinker of metal on metal.
"Have you had any other problems with the car?"
"Should I have had any?"
"Well, let's just say, I think we're going to get to know each other pretty well."
Yami turned around just in time to see the bonnet close, he was disappointed because he had just learnt that his, very expensive, car was no better than a pile of horse manure and also ecstatic because that had sounded like flirting.
"How about I polish it up and you pay Jounouchi in the office?" Okay, now it wasn't just Yami's imagination, he was sure Yuugi had lingered on the word 'polish' and those eyes looked positively wicked from where he was standing.
Moving towards a distracted looking blond inside a small office, he went through the process of paying the man, quickly wanting to get back to Yuugi to see if he had actually imagined the bedroom eyes or not.
When he returned, Yuugi was leaning against a nearby counter full of different tools, most of which Yami didn't know the name of, bedroom eyes gone and that kind, easy smile back on his face.
Yami bit his lip softly; maybe he was projecting his emotions on the man. He shook his head and went towards his car.
"Well, it's working fine now. Just, you know, come by if you have any other problems, I'll fix them right up for you."
"Let's hope I don't have any other problems." Yami paused and narrowed his eyes slightly at Yuugi's face, he couldn't be sure but it seemed like the other man was disappointed.
God, Yami really needed to get some sleep.
"Right, well, bye."
Yami smiled and thanked him before getting into the car. He turned the ignition on, the powerful sound of the engine filled the garage before Yami started to drive out of it.
He got until the end of the garage before looking into his side-mirror, put the car in reverse and drove right back next to Yuugi, who had looked up from fiddling with something on the counter to right back at him.
Yami got out of the car and leaned against the door, trying to seem nonchalant as he looked at Yuugi before remembering that Yuugi had actually polished his car and he was probably ruining all his efforts. He jumped away from the car as if it burnt and ran a hand through his messy hair.
Yuugi, all the while, was staring at him wide-eyed.
God, I'm a dork, Yami thought to himself.
"You want to go out sometime? I mean, if you're straight, can we forget this ever happened? I haven't had my morning coffee and I had a really weird bagel for lunch, so this –"
"Yes! Yeah," Yuugi had that soft, gentle smile on his face again and those pictures didn't really do his eyes justice, "I'd love to go out sometime."
Yami smiled all the while through the arrangements of the cookie-cut version of a first date, dinner, a movie and maybe even a club if they so wished.
"I'll see you soon." Yami leaned in quickly, brushing his lips against the cheek lacking the grease mark before getting into the car before Yuugi could see the furious blush that had risen to his cheeks.
Yami hadn't even gotten to the end of the road when he heard a sound not unlike a 'ka-thunk' before his car stopped moving.
Seemed he was going to see Yuugi much earlier than he expected.
AN: Well, there you go. I love the idea of Twitchy!Nervous!Seme!Yami and Hot!Confident!Uke!Yuugi, yes. Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. By the way, the car that Yami drives is an Aston Martin V8 Vantage because I read this guy's review on the car and it kept breaking down. So that's the car Yami has, it's a VERY hot car and Yami's a VERY hot man, so yeah. I hope you enjoyed this one!
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