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Callum pauses in the doorway of the Arches to enjoy the view.
His husband is bent under the bonnet of a Merc, spanner in hand as he works on the engine.
He’s in a blue T-shirt, with his overalls half stripped off and tied at his waist. It’s a proper sexy look, the stuff of fantasies… sexy mechanic getting hot and dirty in the garage…
Callum slides the door shut, causing Ben to look up sharply, then immediately relax when he sees Callum.
“This is a nice surprise,” he says. “Assuming you’re not here in any official capacity, that is?”
“Nah, just got a few minutes, thought I’d pop in and see you,” Callum says.
Ben smiles and strolls towards Callum, the sexy mechanic look on full display, and shooting straight to Callum’s groin.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, babe,” Ben says, coming to stand in front of him. “Especially as you’re all dressed up for me…” His eyes sweep lustfully over Callum.
“Leave off, Ben,” Callum says, even though he knows it’s a lost cause. And anyway, he never tires of knowing how much Ben fancies him. He likes that Ben finds him sexy in his uniform and makes sure he knows it. Often.
Ben takes hold of Callum’s stab vest, and pulls him close. “It’s your fault for being so gorgeous,” he breathes, his gaze heated.
Callum’s cock pulses and lengthens, the familiar swirl of desire building in his gut. It’s those bloody overalls, and those sinfully sexy blue eyes that are offering to play out his fantasy, right here, right now…
Ben gently pulls at the baton clipped to Callum’s belt. “And look, you even brought some toys, too.”
“Ben,” Callum says warningly, even as he wraps his arms around his husband, their bodies pressing together. “I’m on duty.”
“That’s alright, Officer, I won’t tell no-one,” says Ben, hand sliding round to palm the front of Callum’s trousers. “Five minutes, that’s all we need…” He gazes up at Callum, seductively.
Callum’s only human. He can’t resist, and bends his head to kiss his husband. Long, deep kisses that go some way to quell the yearning he’s had since they parted this morning.
Arousal is thrumming through his body, and Callum pushes his hips against Ben’s, the heat and growing hardness mirrored there.
It’s not enough, of course, he wants more, and the kisses become urgent. Moving as one, Ben walks him backwards, until the back of Callum’s thighs hit the desk.
“I want you,” Callum says breathlessly, as their lips slide apart.
“Tonight,” Ben says, huskily. “I promise.” His hands start undoing Callum’s belt and flies. “But for now, let me touch you…”
Ben wraps his hand around Callum’s erection, and Callum groans at how good it feels to have Ben touch him, stroke him, those fingers expertly caressing him.
Callum unties Ben’s overalls and rips apart the poppers, feverish fingers opening Ben’s jeans to take out his hard cock. Callum thumbs the pre-cum around the head, knowing Ben likes it.
“Jesus… you drive me crazy, Cal…” mutters Ben. “Turn me on so much…”
They’re both breathing hard, the urgency an intoxicating feeling, driving them towards release.
Christ, it’s beautiful to pleasure Ben like this, to watch him all wanton and needy, eyes glazed, lips parted.
“Fuck… so good,” Ben whispers. He’s thrusting into Callum’s hand, trying to get more stimulation.
Somewhere, in a tiny corner of his mind which is still functioning, Callum’s aware that anyone could walk in and see them. It should panic him, but he just doesn’t care.
This… this intimacy that he has with his husband is the most precious thing. It's an emotional as well as physical need, and it binds them together, as much as the matching platinum rings they wear. It feeds his soul and gives him life. He would risk everything for it.
Ben’s stroking Callum, in long, firm strokes, the crescendo building. “You like that?” whispers Ben, his other hand gently teasing Callum’s balls.
“Yeah,” Callum pants. “So fucking good…”
Ben leans in to kiss him, hot dirty kisses that make his head spin.
They know each other so well, now, know how to bring each other to a fast climax.
Callum increases the pressure slightly, and Ben does the same, thumb teasing at his glands making him hiss.
“Tell me when you’re getting close, babe,” Ben breathes. “Want you to come in my mouth.”
“Oh, fuck,” Callum feels his balls tighten. “Yeah, I’m close…”
Ben drops to his knees, and Callum’s suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of his mouth.
His hands cradle Ben’s head, unable to stop himself pulling Ben further onto his cock, that talented tongue driving all thought from his head.
“Fuck, yes… I’m gonna come.”
Ecstasy surges through him like a tsunami, and he spurts long and hard into Ben’s mouth, Ben humming his approval which just makes Callum come for longer, jerking into Ben’s mouth.
Still light headed from orgasm, Ben gently releases him, and Callum slides down to the floor. He leans back on the desk and reaches for Ben. “Come ‘ere, lie against me.”
With Ben lying back against him, Callum slides one hand under his T-shirt and teases a nipple, while the other hand fists Ben’s weeping cock, precum letting his hand glide smoothly up and down the shaft.
Ben arches his back, to encourage the nipple play, his hips thrusting into Callum’s hand.
“That’s it, babe, want you to come for me,” Callum whispers.
“Yes, Cal… yes…” Ben gasps.
And then Callum feels Ben’s cock pulse and throb as he comes, spilling hot and wet and slick over his hand.
Ben’s head falls back against Callum’s shoulder, and they just stay there, on the hard floor, waiting for their hearts to recover.
Eventually, Ben turns his face to kiss Callum. “I’m gonna get a sofa in here. A big one.”
“Don’t even think about it,” says Callum. “We’ll never get any work done.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ben smiles. He leans over to a desk drawer and grabs a packet of wet wipes to clean them up. “That was very sexy,” he says, eyes all soft and loving.
Callum nods. “Just like you,” he says, grinning.
Ben stands up, pulling Callum up to join him, his arms sliding around his waist. “You old smooth talker, you,” says Ben.
Callum feels his phone vibrate. “Babe, sorry, that’s my phone.” He fishes it out of his pocket, and frowns when he sees who’s calling him. He shows it to Ben, before answering it.
“Alright Whit,” he says into the phone. “…When?... OK, I’ll meet you in the Laundrette, I’ll be there in two minutes.” He puts the phone away. “Tommy’s gone missing,” he tells Ben. “I gotta go.”
Ben looks concerned. “Well, do you want me to come with you, I can help look for him?” he offers.
Callum hugs his husband fiercely. “No, I’m gonna find out what’s happened first, then call it in.”
“OK, well let me know, yeah?”
Callum nods. “Yeah, I will. Love you.”
Ben kisses him. “Love you, too.”
~ The End ~