#this shall henceforth be known as the smutty mechanic fic

[diazheartsbuckley]

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Hi Tanis! 🥰

I’m so glad that you asked honestly because this fic is etched into my brain (yet I haven’t written anything for it, until now). There’s gonna be a lot of heavy flirting and teasing before they get it on tho

For those of you who don’t know the idea, you can find it here 💗

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Buck turns around on his heel, almost falling over his long legs as the person behind him grabs him by the waist, holding him in place.

He’s a little too in his own head to register it at first, thoughts racing in a million different directions. He’s about to be late for a meeting because his stupid car won’t cooperate with him. He didn’t even know where he was when he called for a tow truck. Well, Texas, he knows that much for sure. He should’ve insisted on getting plane tickets instead of having to drive nearly 300 miles.

The client is important. More important than anything else in Buck’s career so far and he hates it. He doesn’t even like this idiotic job. His skin feels like it’s about to peel of his bones, that’s how much he’s sweating in the tight, navy blue suit that’s clinging to every inch of his body.

“You alright there, darlin’?” The man now standing in front of him says. He’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and black cargo pants, hugging his muscular thighs. Sunkissed skin is peering out from beneath his shirt, small streaks of grease traced across his arms and even a few on his cheek.

The man wipes his hands on a piece of cloth that Buck assumes once was white but now is a testament to his rugged work. Curious dark brown eyes catches his and a grin spreads across his face, almost pearly white teeth appear beneath pink, plush lips.

His beauty catches Buck a little off guard and he glances down his own body, only to realize that his suit now has specks of grease everywhere.

Exactly what I needed today.

Long fingers make it through tussled brown hair and the man, he can only assume that it’s the owner of the auto shop, is looking at him with a smile that speaks for itself.

Buck takes a deep breath before he rubs his wrists, titling his head a little.

How long is too long to not reply to someone talking to you? Especially when they look like that.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” The man chuckles, clearly amused by Buck’s expression.

And apparently this man is psychic too because Buck has suddenly lost the ability to fucking speak. When he finally does, the words pour out of him like a waterfall. And he doesn’t know why.

“I-… yes. I’ve been driving for the past three hours and I have no idea where the hell I am. And I’m about to be late for the most important meeting of my life all because my car is a piece of shit that apparently hates me. And to make things even better, it’s hotter than hell here and I have to be in a suit. I don’t even like suits” Buck takes a deep breath, not knowing why he just put all of that on a stranger.

He frowns, as if surprised by his own words, not even realizing that half of them came out the way that they did.

The mechanic, now with less grease on his hands, places them on Buck’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. And Buck doesn’t even mind. A drop dead creature of a man is touching him, somehow soothing him with his firm hands. Normally he wouldn’t accept strangers just touching him but those brown eyes draw him in, even making him chuckle lightly too.

“Okay, darlin’. Why don’t you start by telling me your name? And you should probably take this off” Fingertips make their way to the collar of Buck’s blazer, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he swallows dryly.

Meeting? What meeting?

Buck blinks, mouth falling slightly agape as calloused fingertips brush against his warm skin. “I’m Buck. Do you ask all your customers to get undressed?” He asks, feeling a surge of confidence and… something else rushing throughout his body.

“Buck” The mechanic looks like he’s almost tasting how the word feels on his tongue and he nods slightly, clearly enjoying it a little too much. “I’m Eddie” He introduces himself as he pulls his hands away from Buck’s blazer, shifting his weight from one foot to another before he folds his arms across his chest.

Big, sweaty muscles make their appearance known underneath his shirt and Buck wants nothing more to just sink in his teeth in them, to trace the length of his di-…delts, definitely delts. Nothing else.

“And no, not at all of them, only the attractive ones” A smirk spread across Eddie’s face, clearly proud of his enticing behavior. “Now, Buck, where were we? Something about your car being a piece of shit, huh?” Eddie brushes his fingertips across his upper arm, drawing attention to his tattoo that hides just below the sleeve of his shirt.

He turns around, quick strides taking him to Buck’s car and before Buck has a chance to react, Eddie is inside. The car. Not him. Although the latter sounds much better right now. Or actually, it just sounds much better. Period.

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