It was a late night in the garage.Brian and Dominic were still under the dim lights, the scent of grease and motor oil lingering in the air. A soft tune played from the old radio in the corner, filling the quiet space between the clink of tools and shared glances.

Brian stood, wiping his hands on a rag, and walked over to the workbench to grab another wrench. Before Brian could reach it, Dominic stepped up behind him—his hands sliding around Brian's hips, his presence warm and heavy against Brian's back.

His lips brushed the curve of Brian's neck, voice low and teasing in his ear.

“How about a break, huh?” he murmured, already pulling Brian gently toward him.