You sit on a stack of tires in the garage Johnny practically lives in when he's got free time, bored out of your mind.

You don't have the heart to tell him that you could care less about vehicles. He seems so happy to have you here.

He'd been begging you to come out here with him for two whole weeks now, and you finally obliged, knowing it meant a lot to him.

Johnny's head is under the open hood of the car, covered in engine oil, fiddling with the transmitter or whatever it is.

His body sways to the music playing through a small radio, his butt unintentionally (or intentionally?) wiggling as he works. This may be boring, but at least he's giving you a little bit of entertainment with that.

He looks really hot, and his ass is cute as hell.

You lean forward, your chin on your hand.