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"Go our separate ways? What the hell, Liam?" Taylor screamed. His face contorted, showing anger, fear, and frustration, and then he just broke down crying. Emotions were on overload.


"Is this about the fun in the bathroom at lunch? Is it about me grabbing you? I thought you enjoyed it." Taylor said this between sobs as tears streamed down his cheeks running through the smudges on his face. "I'm sorry, Liam! Please don't throw me away like my dad did."

Liam just sat down on a stool and had a stunned look on his face. That comment struck him like the bolt of lightning on the hood of Taylor's Mustang. He felt his chest tighten. "Taylor, I'm not throwing you away. I'm sorry for saying that. I really did enjoy the hot session in the bathroom, but I don't want to give you the wrong idea. When you grabbed me, it made me feel dirty, like a predator. Fuck! Taylor, you really turned me on with that, but I want to continue to get to know the real you and not just the sexual you. How can we get past thinking it's just about sex?"

"I promise I can easily separate what we are doing from the sex. Can you? Maybe that's the issue. I'm sorry I was aggressive, it's how I have had to act to get things ever since my dad started beating me. Can we just continue working on my car?"

Taylor was getting worried that he'd be left with a torn apart car and lose the man he wanted to have as a friend. "I really need you to help me with my car. I was lying when I said I could probably do it myself. If I have to, I can work it off or pay for the help. I know you said you don't want sex for it, and I respect that. I'll find another way to pay you back."

Liam realized he may have overreacted to the boy. Wanting to let Taylor know that it would be alright, he continued. "Can we make a deal? No more play or attempts at playing?" Liam didn't catch the fact that Taylor had just admitted to doing sexual favors for money or things.

"Deal."

"Alright, my gingerbread boy, let's get back to work."

"Gingerbread boy? Don't you mean Ginger-bred boy?" They both started laughing.

"Too soon, too soon. Shit, I think you're right, I'm the one that's going to have a harder time with this. I'm sorry if the Gingerbread name bothered you. I was just trying to be funny with your beautiful red hair by calling you a ginger boy, but it came out gingerbread. See? You got me all flustered. But I think you might be more correct about it being Ginger-bred though. Let's finish up installing these parts. Grab the other side of this sway bar and let's get it into position." Now that the mood was a bit lighter, the two continued on. The mood was light, but still a bit pensive, so they continued on the project.

They managed to get the entire rear end of the car swapped out. The car was looking great. All that was left was the front end.

"I have to say, this has been fun. You're a quick learner and a hard worker."

"Well, you're a great teacher, and I do pick up on things pretty quickly. You make it fun. You create some pretty amazing cars. I've seen them as I drive by here. I'd love to see how you create them."

"I'd be happy to show you the creative process, but we need to get your car done first."

Just then, it dawned on Liam what the boy had said earlier. He heard it again in his head, `It's how I have had to act to get things.' He meant sex, right? The boy has had to sell himself for money. That tore at Liam's heart. He needed to help the boy find a way out of that world, and he had an idea.

"You did know that this project was really just a job interview, right?"

"What? I don't understand." Taylor said.

"I want you to help me here in the shop. I'll pay you well. Not with sex, but with real money and real friendship. With the money, you can help your mother. Look at these cars. Every one of them brings in a lot of money for the shop. You can do this work and we can work together. When I first saw you with your car, I knew it was your project car. I saw you when you had the smashed up fenders, then the new ones that you put on and your creative lightning bolts. I'm glad you approached me, even if it didn't go as planned."

But Taylor didn't believe what he was hearing. He hugged Liam and held him tight. "Thank you. Thank you. Do you think the lightning bolts are stupid?"

"No, son, they're really cool and fit your personality very well."

"Nobody ever..." Liam felt Taylor relax and almost collapse in his arms. He walked the boy into the office and sat him down in a chair. He got on his knees in front of him to look him in the eyes. Taylor leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Liam kissed him back. "You will never again have to sell yourself for anything. Please promise me that you won't ever resort to sex for favors, with me or with anyone. If you ever need anything, come to me and we can figure it out."

"Liam, you don't get it. That's all I know."

"If you come to work for me, it's on the condition that you stop selling yourself. You can have sex, but only with someone that you want to, and not for any favors. It's not for sale and it's not safe."

"I promise. I mean, it's kind of fun, but sometimes it's not. I feel empty when I'm turning a trick. I don't want that feeling anymore."

"Good, so it's a deal?"

"Yeah!"

"Let's get our hands and faces cleaned up and order a pizza. We can finish up the car after we eat."

They ordered a pizza and sat in the office to eat it.

"You're pretty handy working on cars. From what you told me, it doesn't sound like your dad was the one that taught you how to do this stuff. In fact, it seems you did most of the work after your dad went to jail. Mind if I ask who helped you out?"

"Well like I said, I had to earn my way, and as a kid, there's not a whole lot you can do, so in addition to what you already know, I would wander over to the different repair shops and offer to clean the floors, put tools away, and anything I could do to help them out. Rick began teaching me how to repair cars, including what the parts were, how they worked, and how they were connected.I really enjoyed that and got to work with him on a number of cars. He's really a nice guy, and I loved being around him since I didn't have a dad, so to speak."

"Yeah, that sounds like Rick. He's a good guy and more than willing to help out a friend. He's helped me out a number of times when I've had projects that were behind or needed some work that I didn't know how to do."

"At one point, my dad figured out that I was going over there and told me there was no reason a grown man would like a boy unless he was a faggot. I told my dad there was no way that Rick was gay and that he was just helping me out and paying me pocket money to clean the shop while also teaching me."

"There's no way Rick would do anything to harm you or anyone else. He's such a nice and upstanding guy."

"What I didn't know was that my dad found my hiding place and found about a thousand dollars that I'd made from guys in the park. He thought it was from Rick. Poor Rick. He only paid me eight bucks an hour for the time I actually worked, but I spent way more hours there learning and fixing things. My dad went over and accused him of molesting me, but he did no such thing. He told me he saw Rick hugging me once and figured he was doing more than that. He took off and I'm pretty sure he beat Rick up."

"Shit, what happened after that?"

"I got quite a beating and was told never to see Rick again. That's when I found out that dad had found the money and had taken it. I told him it wasn't from Rick, but I couldn't tell him where it was really from. I feel so bad, Rick was someone I could talk to about troubles at home. He was a good listener, but didn't have much advice on how to deal with it. Dad just called me a little faggot and kicked me again as he left my room and took my cash."

"I'm sorry you went through all of that. I'm glad you had Rick, though. I'm sorry it didn't turn out well."

"When dad crashed the car and it became mine, I had saved enough money from doing more tricks and the money my dad didn't find from working for Rick to buy the fenders and other parts."

"So how did you end up getting them from Rick?"

"I drove over to see Rick. He was a bit nervous about me being there. That confirmed that my dad scared him badly. I told him what happened, and he offered to cut me a great deal, but told me he couldn't help me install them. When they came in, he called me to pick them up and wished me luck."

"He must have really scared Rick. He is usually willing to stand up for anything. I'm sorry."

"I stopped by the shop the other day to tell Rick the fucker is dead, but I didn't want to push him. It wasn't important since I have been having to help mom so we could survive and have just been focusing on getting money to help her. I don't want us to be homeless or have to move. I figured I'd reach out to Rick again later to see how I could fix that relationship."

"So, you never answered me. Will you come work with me?"

"Yes, Liam, yes, of course. You don't know how happy that makes me. I never thought that, well, never mind." He hopped up and hugged Liam, jumping up and down.

"What? Tell me!"

"You keep surprising me, Liam. I, uh, I figured I blew it with my outburst at lunch. Then when you came to help, I didn't know what to do, so I tricked you into fucking me and then you, well, you just offered to help me out." Taylor stared at the floor, not knowing what Liam would say next. He didn't let Liam get a word in though. "I realized I don't need a dad; I need someone who cares about me and will help me. I'm so sorry, Liam. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trick you."

"Kid, it's all good. I could have, no, I should have, said no. I didn't stop it; we both got caught up in the moment. I'm not sure if you really tricked me; surprised me? Yes. It was amazing, and I don't regret it one bit. But that's not who we are, it doesn't define us or whatever our relationship is. I'll be your mentor and your friend, and all I expect in return is your excitement and friendship. Let's make cars together. Can we just press reset?"

"Sure." Taylor and Liam were quiet. Taylor broke the ice. "Hi, I'm Taylor." He put out a fist.

"Hi, I'm Liam." Liam fist bumped Taylor back.

"So, tell me about you." Liam asked.

"Well, I met a great guy today who has taught me a lot about life and even offered me a job. I hope he's going to help me for a long time. What about you, Liam?"

"I met an amazing and sexy young man today who I hired on the spot. He's a quick learner, fun to be around, and a hard worker. It also helps that he has mesmerizing eyes, and when I am around him I feel happy. I hope to get to know him better."

"So, I have this car out there in the shop that needs a few more things done to it. Do you think you can help me?"

"Yeah, let's go take care of it."

The two went out to the shop and finished off the project. Taylor went on and on about the kinds of cars he likes and what he wants to build. Liam told him about the upcoming projects. They were both excited about what was to come.

"Come on, let's get the shop cleaned up and head out. Tomorrow will be a busy day here at the shop. You don't want to be late on your first day of work." Liam joked.

They put the tools back, cleaned up the rags and floor, put the trash out, and put the rags in the fire can, and got ready to leave.

"Can I use the shower in the bathroom? Ours at home sucks, and I also don't want to screw up the interior of my car." Taylor asked.

"Sure, there are towels in the cupboard. When you're done, we can head out."

Taylor just grabbed Liam's hand and pulled him to the bathroom. Liam didn't object. It was clear Taylor knew what he wanted.

"Taylor, we shouldn't."

"Shhhh. I want to."

"Taylor, no sex!"

"OK, but you're dirty too. You need to clean up."

Taylor slowly undressed Liam and then himself. They stepped into the shower together. The warm water hit their bodies. Taylor backed into Liam, and Liam hugged the boy. He got hard, instantly poking Taylor in the ass. They stood there for a while. Taylor grabbed the soap and started cleaning Liam's arms that were wrapped in front of him, washing the black grease from his arms and hands. He turned around, facing Liam, and handed Liam the soap. Liam took it and worked on Taylor's arms and hands. It felt amazing. Both of them were rock hard. Both of them wanted it, but they knew they shouldn't. They washed the smudges off of each other's faces. When their bodies were clean, Taylor backed into Liam again. "Hold me please. I have never been held by anyone like you hold me."

They stood until the water started to get cold. "I think we should get out" Taylor said. They grabbed towels and dried each other off.

"Liam?"

"Yes."

"Could I stay with you tonight?"

"Are you sure you can behave?"

"Yes, I just need someone to hold me. Please? I promise Liam, no funny business."

"If it's okay with your mom, I'm fine. I just don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"Don't worry, I'll just tell her I'm at a friend's and she won't care."

Taylor shot a text to his mom and then rode with Liam back to his place.

They got inside, and Taylor was impressed. The house was very nice, clean and modern. "I see custom cars pay off." Taylor said.

"Yeah, it's not a bad job, and I love what I do. Shall we watch some TV?"

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to just go lie in bed and have you hold me."

"Sure, it's late, I'm tired, and the boss wants me in early. He says there's some new employee coming in tomorrow."

"Ha, you're silly. I hope the boss gives him preferential treatment for being a Gingerbread boy."

"Well, if I know him, he will."

They stripped naked and hopped into bed. Liam's cock was at full attention, resting in Taylor's crack. It felt great, but he was not going to give in. Taylor pulled Liam's arms over him and pulled him in tight. He did wiggle a little into Liam's cock, but nothing more. Taylor was relieved that he didn't `HAVE' to have sex with Liam, but oh did he want to. He hoped that in time they would, but for the right reason.

The next thing they knew, it was morning.

"Hey boss, it's time to get ready for work." Taylor said, standing next to the bed with his cock pointing right at Liam.

"Shit, you're tempting me, but I think if I did what I want to do to you, it could be considered sexual harassment."

"Why don't you try and let me decide?"

"Ha, ha!" Liam got out of bed, reached out and took hold of Taylor's hand. "Good morning." As he led them to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Good morning, boss, I'm ready for a hard day's work."

They stepped into the shower, and Taylor was immediately pushed with his back to the wall. Liam leaned in to kiss the boy. "I know we promised no sex, but damn you're sexy in the morning. I don't think a kiss counts."

The two stood in the shower kissing and exploring each other, tempted, but holding back. There were definitely going to be a couple of cases of blue balls today at work. This could be an interesting first day.

"Taylor, we need to be careful. This is all going too fast."

"But we both want it."

"Maybe, but we can't, not yet. Stop it or I'll have to fire you!"

"You can't fire me yet, I haven't even started!"

"You know, I'm not going to fire you, silly boy, but we need to get some breakfast and get to the shop. I hear the boss gets angry if he's not fed in the morning."


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