© 2013 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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NOTE: this story is a sequel to "Roberto the Mechanic Stud".
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Danny Giroux-Yeung was finally home.
Well, back at his boyfriend Roberto's home. But to Danny, it felt like his home too.
The slim, short 22 year-old entered the empty one-bedroom apartment and flopped down on the black couch in his business casual attire. It'd been a long, numbing day at his new copywriting job, his first 9-to-5 gig straight after college. The "real world" was so very different from the academic life: corporate jargon, endless meetings about things that went over his head, people politics...it was his second week at work, and he wondered how people had the energy to do this for years.
Danny unhooked the messenger bag from his shoulder, dropped it on the floor, and leaned back against the enveloping couch with a sigh. Looking around the cluttered, barely decorated flat with a big home theatre system and countless pieces of workout gear, he really did wish he shared this home with Roberto.
Though he was tired, he wasn't too tired to smile, to know that he was happy, and lucky. The fact that Roberto Silva, the mechanic stud, was officially, truly his boyfriend was more than reason enough to smile.
For long, eventful months, the two of them had danced around their feelings for one another, sometimes like the first couple on the dancefloor, other times like moths to searing flame. Attraction, betrayal, reconciliation: they'd been through it all , and they found their way back together, happy ending fulfilled.
Except, of course, life went on, and the reality of beginning a monogamous romantic relationship settled in. Roberto, the 31 year-old head technician and co-owner of a booming local auto shop, had never been monogamous before. Meanwhile, Danny had a boyfriend once, but he hadn't been truly in love like he was now with the mechanic. They were both new at this, at the expectations, boundaries, and challenges that came with being with the person you love.
And tonight, they were about to take another giant step. Roberto was getting off work early so they can go have dinner with Danny's parents. It was an important step, and a stressful one for both of them.
Right from the start, way before Danny and Roberto realized what they were getting into, way before they told anyone they were dating, the younger man's mother shrewdly figured it all out herself and banned her son from seeing the mechanic. While Roberto's six foot three height, impeccably-sculpted figure, and deep-set eyes earned him a plethora of swooning female clients, Ms. Yeung only saw trouble for his son.
Tonight, after months of sneaking out late at night, and sleepover alibis with Danny's best friend Richie. Danny was finally going to introduce Roberto as his boyfriend to his parents. Over the phone last week, after 30 minutes of tense, careful exchanges, Danny either convinced his mother to agree to the meeting, or Ms. Yeung figured it was best to know as much about the enemy as possible.
As far as the new couple knew, all hell could break loose tonight.
"Honey, I'm home!" Roberto announced as he opened the front door.
Danny laughed and got up to greet his boyfriend, who'd (disappointingly) already changed out of his coveralls into regular jeans and tee. He wondered if Roberto was just joking, or half-joking, or if, like himself, he woke up every day wishing they were right beside each other.
"How was your day?" Danny asked after standing on tiptoe to give Roberto a smooch. The hardworking mechanic dropped his black tool bag and kissed back. He smelled like car grease and paint, as usual. It wasn't the most arousing scent, but Danny was getting used to it. Especially if Roberto was in his navy coveralls.
"Good. It went by quick. Nice to beat traffic for once." He wrapped his arms around Danny's trim waist, rubbing his beard on his boyfriend's neck. The younger man sighed and hugged Roberto back. "Not looking forward to opening tomorrow though," the mechanic groaned.
"Sorry..." Danny knew his boyfriend would have to do an extra-long day the next day, to make up for the extra-long day that Fred, Roberto's business partner and office manager, pulled today. Secretly, he was planning a surprise to brighten up Roberto's long hours at work.
"It's okay. We gotta do this..." The mechanic gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, then starting planting more kisses in a line towards Danny's mouth. "...gotta get it over with."
The younger man chuckled, feeling the same way. His boyfriend's hands started heading south. "You gonna work out before work still? You can work out at home...you haven't tried those blocks yet."
"I might wanna sleep in...after the dinner tonight." The older man slid his padded palms up under Danny's shirt. He loved running his hand possessively all over his lover's slender, supple body. The younger man breathed in deep.
"I hope we survive..." Danny weakly tried to stop his boyfriend's fingers as they circled his hardening nipples.
"Roberto...go shower..."
"Relax. We have an hour..." he said, pressing his lips to Danny's and pushing his tongue into his lover's mouth. The younger man moaned in pleasure and enjoyed the kiss for a bit, then broke away.
"We gotta cook still and I don't wanna be late..." he whined, wrinkling his forehead while looking up at Roberto with gleaming green eyes. Roberto loved staring at them, especially when Danny wasn't looking.
"You're always late. Didn't you say your mom is too?" Roberto teased with an evil glint in his eyes. Through Danny's grey slacks, he squeezed his lover's bubble butt; it was another favourite attraction of his. The young man squirmed.
"Hey! Don't push it with my mom," he warned, swatting the mechanic's horny hands away.
"I know how to handle women," he retorted, stripping off his faded tee. Danny had seen his boyfriend's statuesque musculature countless times before, but he was starting to think he'd never get over how goddamn hot Roberto was: his wide, sculpted chest, his thick shoulders, his big, rippling arms, and his ridged eight-pack and obliques. Roberto knew the effect his enviable physique had on everyone; the wide-eyed adulation he got every time from Danny never got old.
"Yeah, but she's my mom. And you know my mom." The younger man nodded with raised eyebrows at Roberto. They both knew she was not the one to trifle with. The mechanic also raised his eyebrows, then pressed his chest against Danny's and craned his head to suck on his lover's neck. Danny whimpered and ran his hands across his boyfriend's tanned, sinewy back.
"Yeah, but this time I have Bacalhau à Brás," Roberto responded, moving up to bite the younger man's earlobe. He'd heard that Ms. Yeung was a food lover and loved to cook, much like Roberto (though he rarely ate much of anything high in sugar, salt, or fat). By preparing one of the authentic Portuguese dishes he'd mastered from his mother, serving it, and talking about the joy of cooking, the mechanic hoped he had a shot at winning over Danny's mom.
"Umm...now I'm hungry," Danny moaned, sure that the codfish would be delicious. Roberto loved to try new recipes, and Danny loved to indulge in his man's considerable culinary skills whenever he came over.
