For the Drabble Game Challenge (KevinJoaquin, "Do you know how beautiful you are when you do that?", requested by Jas)

Kevin folds his arms over his chest, watching as Joaquin tinkers with his back. Joaquin glances up at him, a small smile on his lips. "Know anything about motorcycles?" he asks.

Kevin shakes his head. "Just that my dad liked to tell me how dangerous they are as a kid," he answers.

Joaquin rolls his eyes. "They're not necessarily dangerous," he says. "Really, most of the danger comes from the people in four wheeled vehicles. People in cars don't always acknowledge that bikes are on the road."

Kevin nods. Truthfully, he doesn't care much about it. He just loves the idea of having his own sexy boyfriend clad in a leather jacket, sitting atop a motorcycle. The dangers mean very little to him.

Joaquin pauses in his work to push his hair back and secure it in a ponytail.

"Do you know how beautiful you are when you do that?" Kevin asks.

Judging by the way Joaquin narrows his eyes, Kevin guesses that beautiful might not be the best word. Joaquin climbs to his feet, hands on his hips. "Beautiful?" he echoes. "I'm covered in grease. What is beautiful about that?"

"Handsome?" Kevin suggests. "Or maybe ruggedly manly?"

With another roll of his eyes, Joaquin takes a step closer. "Getting there, pretty boy," he teases, reaching out for Kevin.

Kevin takes a quick step back, noticing the black goop smeared across Joaquin's hand. "Oh, please don't," he whines. "I like this shirt."

Joaquin grabs him by his arm, pulling Kevin close. Kevin can't help but to grin. This has always been such a scandalous relation- the sheriff's boy and the Serpent. But there's something so exciting in how public they are, outside for anyone to see.

"You can take the shirt off," Joaquin murmurs. "I don't mind."

"Oh. My. God," Kevin says, fanning himself.

"Since when were you modest? Didn't you tell me how you used to fool around Sweetwater River?" Joaquin teases. "Something tells me you lost more than just shirts out there."

Kevin swallows dryly. It's true. He's had plenty of fun with closet cases by the river. He's let people see what lies beneath the boy next door exterior. Still, Joaquin is different. Joaquin is his boyfriend, not some straight boy who'll go back to his girlfriend in the morning. There's something almost scary about allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of him.

"Fine," Kevin says with a slight pout, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. "You win. Happy now?"

Joaquin doesn't answer right away. His eyes move over Kevin's body appreciatively. "Much better," he says, placing a hand on Kevin's chest, leaving a trail of thick black grease across his skin.

At first, Kevin wants to comment on his disgusting the streak of grease is. It takes only a moment to relax, however. Messy and dirty as it may be, he can appreciate how hot the situation is. He smirks, feeling bolder, and moves closer, batting his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mister Mechanic. I don't have the money to pay you for your services," he says. "There must be another way."

Joaquin laughs, shaking his head. "A minute ago, you were too shy to take your shirt off," he snorts. "Now you're acting like we're in a porno. What am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sure you can figure something out."

Another laugh. Joaquin wipes his hands on a rag and tosses it aside. "Oh, I'm sure I can."