Demolition Lovers

Chapter 11

Jake had went into one of the garages on the back lot, looking for some duct tape. There had to be some in there, no way there wasn't with the amount of people going in and out at all times.

He went through the small side door, the giant garage doors not open because it wasn't a tournament day. It was only his car and a couple others scattered around the parking lot outside. The garage was dank, and it smelt like dirty motor oil, brake dust and cars, and there were tables set up as well as car lifts and tools everywhere. It looked more like a mechanic shop rather than a garage, which made sense.

He started to the cabinets right next to him, peeking through them for any sign of a roll of duct tape. They creaked slightly every time he would open one and they were full with a random assortment of stuff, none of which looking like tape.

He looked on the counter underneath the cabinets, at a loss to where it'd be. He startled as he heard someone clear their throat, loud in the quiet garage besides the humming of fans.

"What're you doin' here?" Asked Drew's voice, and Jake turned around, spotting him a couple of feet away by a car lift. He had smudges of oil on his face and his hands were covered in it.

"Oh, I was just getting something for my car," Jake responded back nervously, starting to second guess if he was actually allowed in here or not. Drew watched him with furrowed brows from his position on the floor by his lifted car.

Jake turned back around and started opening and shutting cabinets again. Seriously, where was the duct tape?

"What is it?" Drew asked, irritated by Jake's useless searching and flipping through cabinets.

"Duct tape." Jake responded, opening yet another cabinet and coming up short. He moved some things around before closing it. "For my stick."

With his back turned, he didn't notice Drew walking up to him before he was in his personal space, leaning over him and reaching up to the cabinet Jake was just about to open. Jake tried very hard to not look at the tan skin and muscles of Drew's arm, face hot. The cabinet was full of duct tape rolls. He grabbed one, and then took a step back.

He held the roll out to Jake with one finger, and Jake took it with a sweaty palm.

"Thanks," He managed out and Drew just watched him for a moment, looking at his face before he made eye contact again.

"Yeah," was all he said, not waiting for Jake's response before turning around and walking back over to his car, getting back down underneath it.

Jake watched him for a second, his tank top covered in oil and it was tight around his waist. He looked away and started to head out of the building. He had a smudge of oil on his palm from where the duct tape had touched Drew, and he felt his face grow hot. He tried really hard not to think about it as he made his way back over to his demo car.

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As he was finishing the final messy spray painting details on his demo car, Hailey was sitting on the grass by him mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Zander and Luke were on their way, Hailey's demo car on Luke's trailer. Jake had decided to whip out his spray paints earlier while the two of them were waiting for them, adding some details onto his car.

He had spray paint on his fingertips and he cringed as he tried to wipe them off on his pants, his white shirt ruined already. Low audio drifted from Hailey's phone as she watched something on it.

It was a nice day outside, the breeze blowing through softly and the sun hidden behind clouds. It was looking as if it was going to rain soon, and Jake hoped his paint would dry in time before it did. There were large canopies set up on the lot but they were already filled with parked cars and Jake didn't want to move a random person's car to fit his in.