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Sweat rolls down Dirk's forehead as the heat from the blowtorch warms his skin. His eyes burn from the heat since he decided against the proper eye protection, having enough experience to feel confidant. Hell, who was he kidding, there was no rhyme or reason for the decision it had nothing to do with his confidence in his skills. He was also fully aware of how dumb he was being, but that did not deter him.Dirk continues on with his project. It was the engine to the car that sat in the driveway collecting dust from lack of use. It had been there for a few weeks now, in need of repairs, and he was finally buckling down and getting to work on it. He started getting back on his rhythm, ignoring the burning in his corneas, when suddenly he is startled by squeeze around his waist."Whatcha working on?"Dirk instantly releases the button of the blowtorch and lets it fall to the ground. He cranes his neck to look behind him slightly, met with the sight of his boyfriend resting hys chin on his shoulder, cheeks slightly puffed as hy waits patiently for an answer."Fuck, Ditzy. Are you trying to kill me here?" He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Ditzy rolls his eyes which does not go unnoticed. "I'm serious. Besides you're not wearing proper protection gear.""Neither are you." Hy points out, tapping Dirk's shades to amplify hys point. Dirk sighs and fights back the corner of his lips from quirking upwards."Alright you got me there." He concedes, and Ditzy shamelessly smiles smugly. Dirk pulls from Ditzy to pick up his blowtorch from the concrete floor of his workshop. He turns it in his hand once to scan for any noticeable damage before placing it on his metal table next to the engine.Like a magnet Ditzy reattaches hymself once Dirk seems less occupied. "You never answered my question." Hy reminds him, hys voice muffled by Dirk's neck. "It's the engine to the car. Turns out that was the only thing wrong with it." Dirk answers while allowing his hand to find itself to the back of his boyfriend's head, massaging lightly. "Still don't understand why we need it," hy mutters, "we can just fly everywhere.""Yeah maybe. Someone else could use it though." Dirk counters with a shrug. His hand falls from Ditzy's head, and he can feel hys bottom lip jut out against his neck as hy pouted at this fact. To remedy this, he turns so that he can reach to hym. He grabs the standing guy by the waist and guides hym to his lap accessing that this should be more comfortable than leaning down awkwardly. And his assessment seemed correct with how Ditzy instantly melted against him, shoulders relaxing.A silence fills the work area as they simply enjoy the presence of the other. Ditzy was content with just looking at him, and if he looked past the darkness of the shades hard enough, he could see Dirk looking right back at hym. It was so gentle, almost painfully so. Neither of them would have ever imagined this for themselves in their lifetime. Only seconds had passed but it felt like hours for them. Ditzy had slowly been closing the gap between them and they were only centimeters apart now. Knowing where this was going Dirk brought his hand to caress hys face, his thumb briefly ghosting hys bottom lip. Ditzy takes the plunge, catching Dirk's lips with hys. Red lipstick smears on brown skin, fingers entangle in black hair, every single touch sparks the need for more. When they are forced to part for air, Ditzy does not let up. Hy kisses any inch of free skin, down Dirk's face, to his neck. And Dirk allows it, basking in it even."I think I'm going to buzz my head." He mumbles out mindlessly. Ditzy only gives a hum in acknowledgment. "Totally restart. I think I'll lock it up." "Alright." Ditzy mutters between kisses. Hy finishes off hys work with final kiss under Dirks jaw and takes a few seconds to admire the mess of red lip marks he painted on him. "I'll get the clippers."