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Yoshi woke up after a deep sleep, still laying on his side. He couldn't remember his dream, if he had one; it was as if he'd slept in black. His eyes opened and he stared at a strange, unfamiliar wall. This was not his bedroom; this was not his space. After a brief 'where the fuck am I' moment of internal panic, he realised there was a source of warmth lying beside him. Gently, he rolled over, smiling as he saw the mechanic on the other side of the mattress, sleeping deeply. He snuggled back down, pulling the covers up under his chin.
Half an hour later, the emo realised his bladder was an impediment to further sleep. He needed to pee, but he felt like a big, toasty cinnamon bun, and he never wanted to leave this bed.
"Think, man, think," he thought to himself. "Think, think, think."
Other than pissing the mattress, no ideas were forthcoming. He got up, padded quietly to the bathroom, did the business, and returned to bed. Miraculously, the mechanic hadn't moved. Mack was sleeping solidly for an early riser -- maybe those exhausting six day weeks had finally caught up with him.
The emo climbed back under the covers, lay on his side, got comfortable, and fell back asleep.
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The mechanic eventually stirred, and the emo woke up again. "Hey," said Mack.
Yoshi yawned and stretched. "Hey, big guy."
"Sleep well?" asked the host.
"Think so, yeah. Your bed is comfy." He grinned a slutty grin. "Especially after hot sex he night before."
Mack deflected. "Gonna put the kettle on. Need a morning cuppa. You want one?"
"Tea or coffee?"
"Got both," replied the mechanic, "you pick."
"Tea sounds good."
Mack threw the covers off and got up. The emo gawked at his host's juicy naked butt. He remembered the last time he was invited here he stuck his finger in the mechanic's inexperienced hole, and eventually, all hell broke loose. He wasn't gonna go there again, not without clear signposts and permissions. Still, he took the opportunity to praise what he saw. "Fuck, your arse is hot, big guy."
The mechanic pulled his undies on and turned around. His bulge filled the front of the undergarment. "Huh?"
"Nothing," said the emo. "Just saying you've got a juicy batooty, that's all."
"Nobody's ever said that to me before," Mack admitted.
"What, never?"
"No, never."
Yoshi was stunned. "Fuck, dude, I don't know why not. Turn around," he said. "Give me another look."
Mack turned his back to Yoshi. Two plump cheeks were barely contained in his tight briefs. "Chunky as fuck, too," praised the emo. "You'd better be careful I don't go the grope."
The mechanic looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised, staring at Yoshi in surprise.
"I swear I could rub one out just looking at your juicy peach," teased the emo.
Mack laughed. "Keep it in your pants, punk. I'm making us some tea." He left the bedroom, headed to the kitchen and filled the kettle. He threw three heaped teaspoons of leaves into his grandmother's old teapot, then added boiling water. Steam rose, and he put the lid in place. He left the tea brewing as he returned to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.
The emo's one track mind was still on its one track, zeroing in on the mechanic's fat, flaccid cock. "You need to go the next size up in undies, big guy. Like, seriously. Look at the size of your meat and potatoes. That's a fucking meal you've got there."
The mechanic threw on a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. "You finished objectifying me?" he joked, hands defiantly on hips.
The emo smiled devilishly, resting a seductive fingertip on his chin. "No," he teased.
"Get up, smartarse," sighed Mack. "I'm making you a cuppa."
Yoshi hauled himself out of bed and got dressed.
Five minutes later, they were sitting at Mack's makeshift kitchen table, each nursing a mug of steaming hot tea. "What've you got planned for today?" asked the mechanic.
"Not sure," said Yoshi, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his mug. He wondered whether he should call Amelia. He hadn't checked his phone since last night, so he didn't yet know there was a text from her waiting for him to read. "What about you?"
"Mundane weekend shit," the mechanic replied. "I need to tidy this place up a bit. Rental inspection is coming up, so I need to scrub the kitchen and shower, and vacuum the carpet. Then I'm meant to be catching up with the ex-missus this arvo, we've got some financial shit to organise."
"You gonna fuck her?" teased the emo, but Mack didn't answer the question. Yoshi instantly knew he shouldn't have asked that -- it was meant as a joke, but as soon as the question escaped his lips, he knew it was a dick move. "Anyway, thanks for letting me sleep over last night," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. He remained seated at the table with his tea, but was mentally preparing himself to leave.
"No worries," replied Mack. "I enjoyed the company."
The mechanic's words touched a sweet nerve. "Me too," came the emo's anxious reply. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like butterflies were dancing around in his stomach. He sipped his sugary tea. "So I've been thinking of learning how to play rugby," he lied, wanting to prolong the conversation.
Mack, taking this statement at face value, was taken aback. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"It's never too late to learn," said the old loose-head prop, "but you'd need to take all your piercings out, or they'll be ripped out of your skin in tackles."
"Didn't think of that. Ouch. I've changed my mind. I've officially retired from rugby." The emo didn't want to overstay his welcome. "Well, I'd better get going, then. Have fun cleaning your shower," he joked, finishing the rest of his tea. He stood up and collected his stuff.
"Thanks for last night," said Mack. "But I'm gonna buy a pair of earplugs before next time. Your mouth is so fucking nasty."
The emo flashed a sultry smile. "You love it, daddy. Don't lie to me. I fucking know you do."
Maybe, but the mechanic wasn't giving anything away. "Gimme a hug before you go."
Yoshi wrapped his arms around Mack's waist and held him tight before slowly ... slowly ... slowly moving his grip south. He cupped an arse cheek in each hand and gave each orb a little squeeze.
The mechanic looked down over his long, ginger beard. "You enjoying yourself there, punk?"
"Yeah," smiled the emo. "Sexiest dad arse ever." He gave a cheek a playful slap. "Well, see ya," he said, opening the front door to let himself out. "Hey, watch this," he said, firmly closing the front door behind him with a solid shove from his sweet butt.
Mack knew he had to clean the shower, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get the job done before getting another job done first. He lay on the bed, unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down just enough to fish his girthy cock out. He spat on his hand and began to stroke. He thought about what the emo said last night while they fucked.
He imagined walking into the locker room with his rugby teammates after a hard fought win. The studs of their boots clattered on the concrete floor as his mates congratulated each other on the result. He imagined sitting on the bench for a moment, collecting his thoughts and his breath before stripping off, throwing his mud-encrusted jersey, shorts and socks into a laundry hamper. He imagined striding towards the communal shower, his long, flaccid cock hanging low. He imagined turning the taps clockwise, feeling warm water splashing against his exhausted body.
He imagined the emo washing him sensuously, delicately caressing the game's aches and pains away. His dick grew in his hand as he imagined the emo rubbing soap into his hairy chest, teasing his erect nipples. He ran his thumb across the head of his cock, feeling a thick, viscous moisture at the tip. He moved his thumb to his tongue, tasting himself for the first time in ... shit, he couldn't even remember the last time.
His mind's eye pictured the emo's hungry mouth taking his meat deep into his throat. He groaned, and his hand moistened as warm streams of semen coated his thick blue-collar fingers.
Quickly, before he mentally talked himself out of it, he jammed his fingers into his mouth. He licked his knuckles, gulping his load down fast before he allowed himself permission to think about what he was doing. He wasn't sure whether he liked the taste, immediately reaching for his bedside bottle of water which lay on its side on the floor. He swirled and swished the water around in his mouth before swallowing it down. Reverberations of the taste remained, so he got up, packed his deflated dick back into his pants, and brushed his teeth.
And then he scrubbed the shower.
*
Yoshi walked the short distance from Milton to his apartment in Toowong. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages. He found the unread message from the goth, sent last night, that he hadn't seen yet.
Amelia: fuck dude I'm so sorry for bailing on you at lunch today can we talk
Yoshi responded immediately, weaving a white lie into his reply.
Yoshi: babe i only just saw this right now my phone ran out of battery i'm so sorry for not replying until now, i'm free all day
She replied immediately, as if she'd been waiting for him.
Amelia: you had a good night last night?
The emo knew how loaded this question was.
