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Jack Thompson had been home from college for less than a week when his father started applying pressure.
“You can’t spend the whole summer doing nothing, Jack,” Michael said over breakfast, voice firm but not unkind. “You need a job. Something to keep you busy.”
Jack poked at his cereal, looking every bit the sweet, innocent nineteen-year-old with his soft buzzed blond hair and big blue puppy-dog eyes. “Tyler’s coming to visit next week, Dad. I was gonna spend time with him…”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Tyler can visit while you’re working. You still need to get out of the house and do something productive this summer.”
Jack nodded. He and his college roommate Tyler had become really close over the past year, and he was genuinely looking forward to seeing him again.
“Fine,” Jack sighed softly. “I’ll look today.”
After breakfast he climbed into his car. He was overdue for an oil change, so he headed to the one place he already knew: Big Bill’s Auto Repair on the edge of town. He had been there once or twice last summer before he left for college.
He pulled into the lot and parked. The sharp smell of motor oil and grease hit him the moment he stepped inside the small front office. A lanky guy in stained blue coveralls was behind the counter scribbling on a clipboard. He was tall and lean, wiry muscle showing under the grease-streaked fabric, with a long neck and sharp features. The strong, unmistakable scent of motor oil and old sweat rolled off him.
It was Dylan.
The memory hit Jack instantly --- one intense night almost exactly a year ago, right here in town, in Jack’s own bedroom while his dad and brother were out. Jack was barely 19 and Dylan was 22. A single, filthy hookup. They hadn’t spoken since.
Dylan’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar waifish blond, then quickly settled into something more cautious. “Hey,” he said, keeping his tone professional despite his excitement. “Oil change?”
Jack nodded, suddenly unsure how much either of them wanted to acknowledge the past. “Yeah… just the regular.”
Dylan tapped a few keys on the computer. “We can get you in this afternoon. Shouldn’t take long.” He paused, then added with the faintest hint of a smirk, “Unless you’re looking for… full service.”
The words hung in the air --- subtle, testing. Their eyes locked. Jack felt a flicker of heat in his stomach. Before he could reply, a deep voice boomed from the office doorway.
“Who do we have here?”
The manager stepped out --- an enormous man everyone called Big Bill. He was easily 6'6" and built like a linebacker: tall, beefy, broad-shouldered, with thick arms and a solid gut that looked powerful rather than soft. His coveralls strained across his massive frame. His eyes landed on Jack immediately, scanning the tight little shorts that barely covered his round little ass and the smooth strip of bare skin where Jack’s polo rode up.
“This is Jack,” Dylan said, keeping his voice even. He bit his lip and glanced quickly at Jack, checking for any reaction to remembering his name. “He’s here for an oil change.”
Big Bill’s gaze lingered openly on Jack’s body --- the tiny shorts, the smooth thighs, the way the boy looked so sweet and innocent, almost angelic. A slow, hungry grin spread across his face.
“Any… chance you're looking for work, kid?” Big Bill asked slowly, sounding a little too eager. “We, ah, just lost our front-end guy. Need someone to greet customers, take orders, cash them out. You seem like you’d be real good with people.”
Jack blinked, caught off guard. “I… yeah, actually. I’m looking for a summer job.”
Big Bill’s grin widened --- he could hardly believe his luck. “You’re hired! When can you start?”
Jack felt a rush of surprise and excitement. “Um… tomorrow?”
“Perfect.” Big Bill turned and rummaged in a closet, pulling out a button-up work shirt with the shop logo. “Only size we’ve got left is a small. Should fit fine.”
Jack slipped the shirt on right there in the office. It fit his small frame perfectly. He left the top half of the buttons undone, the smooth, hairless expanse of his chest and flat stomach completely exposed for no particular reason other than that it felt comfortable in the warm shop.
Big Bill and Dylan both stared.
“Fuuuck,” Dylan muttered under his breath.
Big Bill adjusted himself without shame. “Report at 8 AM sharp tomorrow, kid. We’ll get you trained real good on front-end.”
As Jack turned to leave, Dylan’s smirk returned. “Though between you and me,” he added quietly, “you always seemed a lot better at rear-end work than front-end.”
Jack felt a fresh flicker of heat and gave Dylan a small, knowing smile before walking back out to his car. The weight of both men’s eyes on his ass the entire way was unmistakable. The sudden rush of attention and the out-of-the-blue offer of a job had him far too excited to follow through with the oil change. He climbed in, started the engine, and drove off.
Dylan and Big Bill stood in the doorway watching him leave.
“Best fucking hire we’ve ever made,” Big Bill growled.
Dylan just smirked again, eyes still fixed on Jack’s car disappearing down the road.
“Welcome to the shop, Jack.”