ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

chase. [luwin]

" lucas !"

sicheng's shrill voice breaks the peaceful noon's silence. he pushes the barn's door open, eyes scanning around to spot the mentioned man. immediately his nose twitches when he steps in. there's hints of wood dust, mixed with thick gasoline and the faint scent of freshly-mowed lawn from outside.

ignoring his sensitive nose, sicheng walks around to find lucas. the big old barn nearby lucas' bungalow – or as sicheng likes to call, the ugly shed – is where he spends most of his time. to put it simply, this ugly shed is lucas' heaven.

it's where he keeps and plays around with his family's collection of cars. sometimes, his equally-snobby friends lend him their cars for him to 'modify' (illegally).

sicheng gives no fuck about cars. and he's not here to talk about them.

" lucas !" he calls again, patience growing thin. " goddamnit, where the hell are you when I actually need you ?"

sicheng flinches when lucas emerges from under a used truck, his face bare of any expression – body bare of any shirt.

" for fuck's sake – you shocked the hell out of me !" sicheng says with narrowed eyes.

lucas gives him a bored look. " you called my name, didn't you ?"

" didn't expect you to be under there, dumbass ."

sicheng grimaces in disgust when lucas gets up from the creeper and brushes dust off his jeans. god knows how dirty it is under that truck.

there's even some black oil on lucas' face. but as much as sicheng hates to admit, lucas still looks good.

lucas turns to sicheng, who's trying not to lower his gaze to the younger's washboard abs. it's pointless, though. his face snitches on him by turning red. lucas, noticing this, lifts an amused brow.

" are you here to admire my body ?"

" in your dreams ." sicheng sneers. " why the hell are you shirtless ?"

lucas ignores his question. he wipes his face using a clean towel, his back towards sicheng. sicheng cusses through gritted teeth.

lucas knows sicheng hates being ignored and he does it every single time to get on his nerves.

he grabs lucas' shoulder harshly, spinning him so they're face-to-face again. lucas' expression remains bored as he takes a gulp from his gatorade.

" I asked you a question ." sicheng says deliberately slow – like he's talking to a little kid. lucas shrugs.

" did you? all I hear was a little baby whining ."

sicheng clenches his fists, trying to control himself from ruining lucas' beautiful face. " don't you got shirts at home? you can afford all these stupid cars but not a shirt ?"

he tries not to smirk at the slight change on lucas' face. sicheng knows too well how lucas hates it when someone makes fun of his likes. they might have no similarities, but sicheng admits they share one hobby.

there's nothing they both love more than pissing each other off.

lucas slams the bottle back on the table, loud enough to make sicheng flinch. the taller bends down, matching their eyelevel, and sicheng's cheeks burn. from this close he can smell the stench of lubricant oil coming from lucas and see his defined muscles clearly.

his sun-kissed skin glistens with sweat. sicheng holds his breath as lucas leans closer.

" in case you don't know, princess, being under vehicles make you sweat crazy ."