We get love too (BoyxBoy)

Chp-11

"No baby. Come on work for daddy." I begged as my car coughed up dust. "Oh no. Come on Sheryl it's a party tonight, you gotta work." I begged as I turned the key and she's still coughing up.
I sighed and took out my phone to call an auto shop.

After being on the phone with them I texted my mom that my car broke down and that can she pick me up at the shop. It felt like I was there forever, but in reality I was sitting in the car for 30 minutes before a truck came into view. I grabbed my keys, phone and wallet, got out the car and started to wave my hands so the person can see me.

The truck came in the parking lot I was in, which is in front of a IKEA store. The person parked the truck in front of my car and got out. "Thank you so much. She just broke down on me." I looked up to see Devon smirking down at me.
"Oh h-hello. Devon right?"
He nod "William, right?"
I nod "Again, thank you for coming to the rescue." I cleared my throat to get my thoughts together.
"Your car is not turning on?"
I shook my head "She's not working right for me today."

"Can you pop the hood?" He asked.
I nod and did as he asked. I stood beside him as he looked at the engine and other things. I watched as his muscles flexed every time he would reach over.
Damn!...

"Your engine is shocked." he said.
"What does that mean?"
He sighed "Who ever sold you this car, screwed you over."
I rolled my eyes "Like that's foreign to me." I mumbled. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked while rubbing my forehead.
He shrugged "You can sell the parts, or the whole car."

I huffed "Can I get a ride to your shop please?"
He nod "Of course. You can seat in the truck while I hook the car up."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
I walked to the truck and sat in the passenger side. I waited until he was finished hooking up the car and getting into the truck. "So, Devon. How come I never really see you in school?"

"Oh, I just never make myself visible." He started the truck and drove off.
"Why not? You're a handsome young man. Girls would be falling for you." I stated.
He chuckled "I'm just not a social person. I'm to myself sometimes."
"Oh. You're basically shy."

"You can say that."
"You should come out of that shell. There's a party tonight, I'll give you the address."
"Oh, you mean the Frank guy party. I was going to swing by anyway."
"Well when you do swing by, I'll be there. You won't be alone."
He smiled "Okay."

I looked at his arm and saw that he has a boat load of tattoos "Nice art work."
He rub his arm "Oh, thanks. I got them a year ago."
"Oh, well it's nice. It fits your body." I blushed at the comment I made.
He smirked "What kind of body do I have?"

I cleared my throat "Well, umm. You have the type of body like a-"
"Thug?" He said.
I nod "Yes."
He chuckled "Im not a thug, I'm a business man."

"What's the difference?" I turned my body so I can face him.
"Thugs our boys that only sell weed to get hoes, jewelry, shoes and other crap they don't need. Business man. Well it's already in the name; Man. I have a side job in working with my uncle."

"Then why are you selling?" I asked.
He sighed "To help pay my mother bills. That's what business men do. We don't do the thug shit and buy unnecessary stuff. We use the money that we get to help others and make sure our family is good."

"So y'all care for family?"
He nod "Yes."
"Thats sweet. If you're making a lot of money in that business, then why still work?"
"Working, helps me see where I came from before selling. Besides this keeps me occupied and keeps me away from becoming a thug and sleep with random boys or girls. I also like fixing cars."

Did he just say boys? Jesus! He's bi.

"Wow. Finally I meet someone that's partly mature."
He chuckled "Let me guess, you dated a thug."
I nod "Two. Biggest mistakes of my life. They both cheated on me, with girls. Jokes on me right." I chuckled.
He shook his head "No. Jokes on them for leaving a guy like you single. If I had a guy like you, I would never make you feel worthless. I'll make you feel like royalty."