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Lightning made a point to be clean. But he was also kind of lazy, and tired, and he worked really hard. So he wasn’t gonna, like, you know, be obsessive about it.
Nevertheless he'd only been dating Doc for a few months and the guy was impeccably clean. Fresh shirts that smelled like wild fields, expensive cologne, neat slicked back gray hair and clean, calloused hands - when he wasn't working on a car, at least. Which it was also fucking hot when he was.
And honestly yeah, besides the presumable 'young hot guy' thing Lightning had going for him, he frequently felt, or worried at least, that he fell short.
So nowadays when he comes over to Doc's for dinner, Lightning spends the better part of the morning agonizing over what outfit to wear. He's actually been using a moisturizer lately, and he lets Sally rub this quartz thing all over his face to invigorate his skin, whatever the hell that means; honestly it sounded kind of ominous.
But for now at least, for those precious first few months Lightning was going to work his ass off, pretending like he had a modicum of his shit together.
All of that being said- this was a nearly-abandoned rec center, In Radiator Springs. And Lightning had just, with the exception of water and snack breaks, pushed himself to the limit for the better part of the last six hours.
No one but him and his pounding sneakers on the old treadmill, his slippery hands doing set after set on the weight racks. And a million specks of dust floating by in the hazy, hot morning light of the second story exercise room. The fact that the A.C was broken only added to the intensity of the work, took him out of his head concerning the upcoming season, just like he wanted.
When two o'clock hit, his phone alarm began playing over 'The 1975' through his wireless earbuds and he slowly brought down his speed on the treadmill. Eventually, he was able to rest his elbows on the control panel and breathe, his hard-earned runner’s high soaking everything in honey.
Lightning hopped off the treadmill and jogged over to his bag in the corner, fishing his phone out of the front pocket and silencing the alarm before checking his texts from Doc to see when he was going to come pick him up.
'Outside in 10' the message read.
Shit.
'Outside.'
'Get your ass out here boy, I'm not waiting a half hour.'
"Fuck." Lightning breathed out, rummaging through his bag to find a shirt to throw on, before eventually just throwing one over his bare, tan shoulder and hiking up his Nike sports bag along with it.
He flew to his feet, fully intending to just shower at home to keep Doc from waiting any longer, but as Lightning turned to make a break for it, he stopped in his tracks seeing his mentor standing in the wooden doorway, looking for all the world like he'd just seen a race car fly.
It wasn't often Doc was rendered speechless. Lightning bit his lip, he wasn't that late was he? It was only ten minutes- fifteen, max.
"What?" Lightning asked, chewing the corner of his lip now with a nervous grin as he rubbed the sweat towel through his damp golden hair again. "If you're in a rush let's just go? I didn't mean to hold you up, I just totally lost track of time." Lightning said, a little nervous now, wiping the sweat off his tan abdomen with the shirt, just for want of something to do. He shifted from foot to foot, his silky track shorts slipping down his hips the smallest fraction, revealing even more golden skin.
That got Doc moving. He poked his head out into the hall, checking the corridor was clear before closing the door behind him with an audible click, and advancing on Lightning faster than the racers own namesake.
Doc pushed him firmly against the wall, one would almost say forcefully if they didn't know how much lightning could take.
Doc knew how much lightning could take.
He ran his calloused hands down over Lightning's sweaty tan shoulders and biceps.
"Fuck kid, you look- you look like a goddamn fucking pinup- you know that? Like a goddamn wet dream." Doc said gruffly, dizzy from how hard he was just by seeing his lover In such a state of dishevelment.
It astounded Doc that even at his age, someone could still have such an effect on him.
That this golden boy could just show up sweaty and shirtless and make Doc rock hard quicker than he used to get in his twenties.
Lightning whined high in his throat at the strong hands as they groped the soft flesh of his pecs, his abs, and kneaded his ass through the shorts.
Those deft palms swiping through the evidence of his hard work, beads of salt on his skin sliding under calloused fingertips, positioning Lightning exactly how he wanted.
And of course they'd fucked before, almost every day in fact since Lightning got drunk in Doc's sitting room and demanded that he let Lightning blow him.
Said that 'It was only fucking fair' with tears in his eyes and whiskey In his throat. That the man should just let him 'fucking have this.'
For all the stupid heartache and pining Lightning had to endure, day in and day out because of this 'suave, debonair motherfucker' Lightning's words not his.
And Doc had responded in kind, but confused awe. Like Lightning was an angel sent to him from a dream, instead of some snot nosed rookie who barreled into his home and town causing severe property damage by driving sleep deprived.
That fall night though Doc laid his boy down without any fuss gave him some water and Tylenol, and fell asleep tucked around him fully expecting to wake up in the morning to a punch in the face.
But none ever came.
Instead Doc made him a full, greasy breakfast and sat at the living room table while Lightning attempted to blunder through his sober feelings, the same way he blundered into everything in Doc's life Wild and chaotic, but never, ever stopping.
That night they made love and Doc did his best not to scare Lightning away, to take things slow and gentle, though the younger man constantly tried to rev the engine. Jump the curb. Find some new way to pin Doc down like a moth and examine his old wings.
They'd fucked like bunnies day after day since then and Lightning hadn't stopped feeling like he was on a magic carpet. But like maybe it was about to be yanked out from under his feet, leaving him tumbling, free falling through the sky.
But through it all, the highs and the lows of the last two months, all that fucking, and love making- This, This was different.
Something about all of this was inevitably new. And Doc who was usually so self-restrained, so gentle, with some undistinguishable lump of self loathing buried deep in his throat, seemed to transform in the floating dust of the weight room.
His perfect, clean cotton dress shirt soaked up the droplets of sweat on Lightning's bare heaving chest. His teeth riddling the racer's skin with marks anywhere he could find.
"Fuck sorry, you just-" Doc stumbled over his words, a half baked and wholy unnecessary apology. He thrusted against Lightning, inhaling mouthfuls of his sweaty neck and soft hair.
"Yeah no, that's- Oh god yeah, it- it's cool." Lightning stuttered out rock hard as he jolted against Doc's every move.
Doc moved his hands from hot soft skin to instead anchor his palms firmly on the wall behind Lightning's shoulders. He lapped openly at the sweat on the younger man's neck and behind his sensitive ears while Lightning keened and bucked underneath him, reveling in the sudden but fully welcome feeling of being covered from head to toe.
"F-fuuck." Lightning moaned out low and broken, his hips suddenly stilling and thrusting in a chaotic aborted rhythm. An absurdly large stain spread across the front of his already dirty Nike shorts with every hitched breath.
Lightning collapsed weakly against Doc's chest, and moved his hands above and over the older man's broad shoulders for support.
Doc's hands rolled down Lightning's back to hold the spent man against him.
"Ye ah, ye-ah, oh that's It, Doc, come on, fuck yeah Doc, C'mon." Lightning encouraged, whispering in the shell of Doc's ear.
Doc came with a rough punched out groan, biting harshly into the soft flesh of Lightning's neck to cover his obscenities as lightning panted and keened against him.
Doc's heart raced uncomfortably quick for someone his age and they stood there tired and sweaty. Lightning's arms winding around Doc's midsection and resting his cheek on the fabric scented dress shirt.
Doc pushed his hands behind lightning thighs to buckle his knees and lightly slid them both to the floor. Encircling the younger man's body in his arms as they both fought to find their senses in the aftermath of the hour.
Doc's face was a splotchy red through the restriction of his necktie and the aging of his capillaries. And Lightning's was a soft, flushed pink, damp and hot all over with strawberry blonde locks sticking to his forehead.
Lightning fished his water bottle out of his gym bag, still pleasantly stunned and feeling as if he just took the world's fattest bong rip.
He chugged half the bottle before handing it to Doc, who finished off the rest and let it roll on the floor between them.
Lightning picked up the empty plastic and attempted to make a basketball toss into the waste bin on the other side of the room, missing terribly and giggling as a result.
"That." Lightning said finally. "Was the hottest thing. I have ever done."
"Same, kid." Doc said, struggling to catch his breath.
"So this is what gets you?" Lightning said "Me? All dirty and sweaty and, like, Fresh from a workout?"
Doc shrugged "Guess so.You know that's a whole genre of gay porn right?"
"Yeah, I knew about that." Lightning said "But I think it's just surprising, like, you scolded me for getting egg on your counter the other day?"
"Well." doc said stroking his mustache as if he was actually considering entertaining the question.
"There's a pretty distinct difference between a tan man sweaty from a workout, and salmonella poisoning."
Lightning shrugged, still smiling airily. "I guess..." He chewed his lip again, helplessly aware now of Doc's eyes keenly tracking the movement.
"So hey listen...you know this place is like never occupied, and I mean there's even a lock on the door? So why don't you, like, I dunno come workout with me next time?"
Doc stared at Lightning appraisingly, for lack of a better phrase, feeling like a kid in a candy store.
"Yeah, 'could make that work I suppose." Doc said leaning back on his palms and smirking cooly at the boy, now that he could physically see the effect he was having, despite how unbelievable it was to him.
"You got jeans in there, kid? And throw on a shirt too, while you're at it. Can't have you walking around looking like a wet dream."
Lightning laughed fondly at the older man. "The jeans I get, but It's the twenty-first century. No ones gonna faint at a nipple."
"That, that right there?" Doc said, nodding at Lightning's sweaty pecs with hungry, roving eyes. "That's mine, you hear me? Ain't no one gonna see that but me."
Lightning shivered, suddenly out of breath all over again after catching it for what felt like the third time in an hour.
"Shit old man, you really know what to say, huh? Yeah okay, God you're so dirty, I had no idea."
Lightning stood up on shaky legs to strip out of his ruined Nike shorts, nothing underneath but his flaccid dick.
Eager to get home, he went to shove them hastily into the front pocket of his workout bag, when Doc's hand grabbed his wrist.
The older man locked eyes with Lightning, wild blue turning dark like a stormy sea as he made a give it here motion.
Lightning swallowed slowly, mouth suddenly dry and parched despite having just drunk half a bottle of water, and handed over the cum stained workout shorts to Doc. He watched, his lungs devoid of breath, as the older man slowly lifted the cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Doc's fat pink tongue darted out to swipe the cum off the inside of his shorts before humming in satisfaction and tucking them into the pocket of his nice dress slacks, the bulge of the cloth obscenely visible but the shorts themselves completely concealed.
"Fuck, oh my God." Lightning muttered, keenly and embarrassingly aware that he was somehow hard again.
"You're going to have to like- I can't just- I can't go outside after something like that!" Lightning said helplessly, his voice at least two octaves higher than it normally was.
His eyes darted to Doc's lips as if the man wouldn't give him anything he wanted in the world.
"I got you m'boy, you don't you worry about that." Doc said shuffling forward again and tapping Lightning's strong thighs to urge him up onto his knees, and then his feet.
Doc balled up Lightning's spare jacket from the bag and stuck it under his own knees for comfort, pressing Lightning's strong thighs against the wall as the athlete's cock once again stood proud and thick between them.
Doc licked his lips but just as he was about to dive in Lightning shifted and put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait Doc." He said hesitantly "I'm seriously, like, so gross right now."
Doc quirked an eyebrow and leaned back into the heel of his oxford shoes "You want to stop, you tell me stop." He said looking the younger man directly in the eyes.
"It's not that I want to stop. I'm so horny I can barely think straight, but I definitely want it. I'm just, like, really sweaty."
Doc fell forward taking Lightning's hot steel length halfway into his mouth as the younger man's knees threatened to give out. Doc popped off and grinned "That's kind of the whole point, son."
Lightning looked down with marvel at the top of Doc's vigorously working head, and felt absurdly floaty and light in his disbelief. Like instead of spending the morning in the gym, maybe he got drunk with Mater and was having desert heat induced dreams half asleep on his couch.
Lightning would never have guessed, in a million years, that this would be something that his mentor would initiate. The whole escapade felt much more like one of his own hair-brained concoctions, and the gravity of the setting seemed much more clear now that he was one orgasm down. That being said, there was no way in hell he was going to stop Doc.
Lightning keened and shook as Doc swallowed him down over and over with no mercy, his hands roving and squeezing right next to the goddamn window. Out of sight from any potential passerby's, sure, though Lightning was being so loud he was almost worried someone could hear him in the parking lot.
Lightning's body seized and shook as he came into the hot ruthless hold of Doc's clever mouth, shuttering and curling over the man like he was trying to mold himself into that shape.
The second Doc pulled back the racer nearly dropped to the floor gracelessly, though was guided slightly with the help of Doc's strong hands. Lightning realized through his own, sweaty, wrecked, floating haze of lust and dopamine, that yes he was in fact crying.
Lightning moved to tuck his face back against the front of Doc's nice smelling dress shirt and made a vague all encompassing gesture with his hands. "Oh my god, oh my god." He babbled, his eyes unfocused as Doc moved to comb his long skilled fingers through strawberry blonde hair.
"That was, all of that, like the hottest thing I've ever done, that was the hottest thing anyone has ever done, I think."
Lightning stretched his neck to kiss the hand in his hair and sighed dramatically.
"I take it back. You can't exercise with me, because you're going to kill me and I need to win another Piston cup first."
"You might be right about that." Doc agreed, as he rubbed his hand through Lightning's sweaty hair with affection.
Lightning stilled when he felt something poke him in the back of his head and he shot up onto his elbows with a huge smile on his face, looking for all the world like a kid on Christmas morning.
"What, no way old man!" He said, giving Doc a disbelieving smile before rolling over promptly to nuzzle Doc's half hard dick through his pressed dress pants.
"You're a dream kid." Doc said, thumbing the high cheekbone and dry chapped, plush lips, through half lidded eyes. "I dreamed you up, sure of it. Because I was lonely, and horny."
"Bullshit." Lightning said going for the man's belt even as Doc began to pull him back on his sweaty hair, drag him up instead for a slow, sensual, dirty kiss.
"You're like, so sexy, and I will not stand for this self-deprecating stuff." Lightning said against his lips in-between lazy kisses.
Lightning moved to kiss up and down the older man's gray stubble before sliding more firmly into lap and nipping at his ear, smiling fondly and hazy-eyed at his mentor.
"You know that there is like a whole genre of porn for silver foxes right?" Lightning murmured into the older man's ear, the call back fresh in his mind.
Doc slapped the boy's ass with no real vigor, too tired after the experience Lightning just wrung out of him like a sweat towel.
"Don't be a wise ass." He said and kissed the top of the strawberry-blonde head.
Lightning shifted his cheek against Doc's dress shirt, humming gently until he was interrupted by the undeniably loud sound of his stomach rumbling.
"Shit, we gotta get some food in you rookie, huh? What are you feeling?" Doc asked, rubbing his hand up and down Lightning's back again.
"McDonald's, some Burger King?" Doc said moving to ruffle the fluffy hair.
'What, for real?" Lightning said, a smile lighting up his face like an incandescent bulb. "You don't ever let me eat that shit, you say it's bad for my focus." Lightning said with an exaggerated, gravely, southern accent.
"That's true kid, junks terrible for you, but you've been working exceptionally-" Doc smiled at Lightning "Hard today, And I'm too wiped out to make you anything better than a TV dinner."
"That's terrible." Lightning snorted. "You made a terrible joke."
"Well aware kid. C'mon up, up we go." Doc shifted to use the wall alongside Lightning's shoulders to prop himself up slowly.
Lightning on the other hand bolted up faster than a mouse trap to offer Doc a hand as he straightened his knees and stretched.
"Fuck, you make me feel old." Doc said, rubbing his aching back.
Lightning couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up out of him "You feeling old from all of our vigorous fucking?"
"Hey now, don't be-" Doc paused, face tense in concentration like it did when he solved a crossword "What's that thing the kids say, Callin' me out ? Yeah that's it, don't be callin' me out."
Lightning laughed as he finally fished out his jeans and pulled them on. Hopping from foot to foot, before finishing the zipper and going back into the bag for a black T-shirt.
They puttered around the weight room ribbing each other gently and sanitizing the area with the on-hand cleaning products.
After leaving the rec center, Lightning felt like he was in a daze for the rest of the day. In the drive-thru, in Doc's kitchen wolfing down greasy french fries and overly processed meat, and later on in the night, laying on the old man's chest listening to his breathing with a marked calmness.
"I guess it pays to be a little dirty, huh." Lightning murmured into Doc's wiry chest hair.
"What was that kid?" The older man said, stirring in his near sleep.
"Nothing." Lightning replied softly, and continued to trace mindless letters onto Doc's shoulder.
Mindless promises of forever.