Therapeutic Love (BxB)

Chapter 10: Dakarie

July|13th

"You gotta be fucking kidding me! No! I..I'm not doing this!"

"All you gotta do is show him the ropes. I'm sure he's a great kid and frankly, you ain't have much a choice." He grimaced at the guy standing there, fiddling around with bike parts. He clearly had zero clue what they were. Why the fuck was he even there..?

"Train him up while I run the shop. Im your boss. You wanna keep your job, do as I tell you." Joseph stated plainly. Max laughed a little. His father wished the guy luck before leaving.

"Sigh, follow me..Max, are you comin or not?! I ain't got all fuckin day!"

"Its nice to see you too, man." Max smiled, patting his chest. Karie tried to swat at the hand but he had already walked by.

"Where are we going again?" Max asked from behind as they walked down a hallway and through a couple of doors.

"My dad's private garage. You clearly dont know what the fuck your doing. We worry about the tour later. Got some things to teach you."

"Yessir." Max mimicked in a highpitched voice. He continued to laugh at his own joke. Karie grumbled.

"This is my bike." He said firmly, placing a delicate hand on its handle where it stood on its stand. "You do not goddamn touch it. You understand?"

"Uh-" Max cleared his throat, grinning. He gestured to Karies overalls. "When can I get me one of these?"

"It's your first day, you don't know a thing and your concern is the outfits bruh?"

"Well I mean..you do make them look.." He trailed off, eyes wondering. Karie could feel himself..rising.

You motherfucker-

Max's eyes settled on his crotch. Karie stepped back, breaking the man's eye contact with his situation, praying to Jesus the dude hadn't noticed.

The way he laughed off his awkwardness, he seemed not to have expected shit. "Ay, what can I say? I always liked dressing up." Karie glared to the ground as he was nudged. They were getting way off base, he had to focus.

And get his horniness under control cause apparently he's just getting it up for anybody now.

"So you gonna strip it and-

Well when you say shit like that-!

"The fuck you just say-

"The bike, man.." Max gestured.

"...right. Wait, no! I just said you don't touch her. That one, that's yours." He pointed to one of the bike stands in the corner of the garage.

"Yo, this thing doesn't even have wheels!"

"Yeah bru, I know that. This'll be your bike. It's on you if it actually gets to run." Max stared at him for a bit, then smiled slowly.

" Well..it should be fun. I'm not dumb, I know you don't fuck with me. But I'm glad I get to work with you."

Fuuuuuck

"You need to chill with the gay shit man," Karie warned. He pointed to the bike then. "Now get to work."

Max only looked amused. He tried to shrug it off as they went on with their lessons.

"So first we got a-a little silver..circle, thing-

Karie rolled his eyes.

"That's a flywheel."

"Okaaay, then we got a..robot salad bowl."

Then he laughed.

"That's an SNS jug, man!"

"Mmh, mm-hmm. And this is aa..sand dollar?"

Dakarie looked at him like he was just playin stupid. But then he spoke innocently.

"No, I'm being serious is-

"Dumbass, that's a break peddle!"

They both started cracking up and Max put a hand on Karie's shoulder for balance.

"You know what? Just put my ass on janitorial duty or something cause there is no way imma learn how to build a goddamn engine, let alone a motorcycle!"

"Nah, man you got this, you got a fucking OG as a teacher. There's no way in hell I'm letting you hold a mop. Now, come on."

DaKarie spent the next couple hours going over the different parts and where they belonged in the bike, then tried helping Max in putting together the simple, tiny parts, just for practice.

"Ugh, I can't do this.." Max tossed the metal part to the table then rubbed at his temples.

"Come on man, it's easy! All you gotta do is shove it in the damn hole, and screw like your life depends on it! I do that shit everyday man!"

Max chuckled at the bad joke. The man loved to talk shit. He might not be as bad as Karie thought.

Eh..it's still early.

"Come on, try again. Don't know why this shits so difficult for you."

The man started rubbing roughly at his handsome face before blowing out a breath.

"Ah..all right, all right. I got it. Just shut up. Your voice is so damn annoying.."

After another few minutes of his struggle, Karie got frustrated. He wrapped his hands around Max's shaky ones and held them still long enough to align the head to the hole.

Max screwed the nail in completely and dropped them to the table in triumph.

"Suck a dick, I did it!" He grinned madly. He'd never seen someone so proud in putting in a screw before.

His hand was still on Max's. He swore he felt the thumb caress his skin. Then the contact was lost, Max back to rubbing his temples.

"Hey, you good?"

"Yeah man. Just a headache. Mmh, shit. You got any Advil or- Ibuprofen? Anything?"

Karie thought carefully before answering. They could either go get an Advil from the staff room, take the tour maybe...or..they could sit and talk..

Shit

"..Aight, let's go."

"Wha- Why are you upset?"

"Bruh are you coming or not?"

"Okay, damn."