Car's Good Ol' One Shots~

Adrian x Tex

THIS IS THE 100TH PART OF CAR'S GOOD OL ONESHOTS AYEEE

Tex x Adrian

-sex jokes ahead-

wait my indents didn't save im S A L T Y NO. BAD.

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Today wasn't Adrian's day. Everything seemed to be going downhill for him. What was going on you may ask? Let me list it out.

First, Adrian couldn't find his coffee pot. He found it on the floor, shattered into a million pieces due to some girl who he hooked up with hitting it during an intense make out session (and Adrian needs his coffee to function properly in the day).

Second, Adrian found himself getting in a pickle with him and his boss. He had done something wrong without even realizing it and now he has pAUL breathing down his neck and peering over his shoulder at whatever he does.

After the massive (in two ways insert winky face here) blonde left his workplace and went back to his shoebox apartment, he didn't plan to get stuck in traffic or anything of that sort. pAUL let him off early because he claimed that Adrian had done 'such an atrocious job that I can't even stand to look at him.'

Unfortunately, reality had different plans for him and he got stuck in traffic. You may not think traffic is bad. Normally it's bearable, yet annoying. But this day was blazing hot. And a blazing hot sun against Adrian's old ass car isn't a good mix. Soon, Adrian found himself in a steaming, broken down oven. Fantastic (He was really happy about that, let me just tell you).

Currently, Adrian was standing outside his car, hesitant to open up its steaming hood. If he didn't open it up, his car had a chance of exploding, but he didn't want his face to get blown off his neck either.

"[Beep] it." He muttered under his breath, flipping the hood open. The blonde hopped back right as he felt the hot steam brush against his face.

Adrian watched as steam flew out of his car and whirled around in the air, it disappearing about fifty to seventy feet in the air.

He heard the honking of a horn, causing him to look in the direction of it, "What?" Adrian snapped. His green eyes were met with the comforting blue ones of Tex Johnson in all his glory. "Need a little help there?" Tex asked, his window rolled down so that Adrian could make out his facial features and hear his voice.

Tex's voice and accent was like a calling to home to Adrian. It was homely and familiar. Adrian took a moment or two to respond, causing Tex to cock an eyebrow, "Well? Traffic isn't going to stay still forever."

Adrian took a glance at his car before looking back at Tex. Why not? Adrian found himself hopping into Tex's car, "Call a tow truck." Tex instructed as Adrian got into his air conditioned car, "I didn't waste a bunch of cold air for your car to stay here." He finished, rolling up the window.

The taller blonde gave Tex a quick glance before pulling out his phone and dialing some random towing service he had in his recently contacted list.

Why did Adrian contacted a tow truck company in the last week you may ask? Well, some girl that he once again hooked up with fell asleep in her car and frankly, he didn't want to see that piece of junk that she called a car. So he had it towed. Simple as that.

Time passed, the two barely moving. They were talking, nothing too eventful happening. That was until someone got a rush of road rage and fender bendered Tex.

Tex turned his head to see where it was, Adrian getting jerked in Tex's direction (this person didn't hit his car lightly. It was bound to leave a large mark or two). Before the blue eyed blonde could react, he felt a pair of lips colliding with his.

His eyes widened, Adrian's eyes wide as well. It's always pretty awkward to look into the eyes of the person you're kissing while you're kissing them. The circumstances made it even more awkward.

Soon, Adrian scrambled back, "I--" He started, his mind blank and his mouth dry, "I'm sorry!" He told the blushing Tex. It was rare that you ever got to see men as tall and. . . well. . .  manly as Adrian and Tex blush (they were both big boys. In two ways yet again;) ).

Tex shook his head quickly, reality taking him in its strong hold, 'I-It's fine." Tex stuttered out. He didn't normally blush or stutter. Only on rare occasions did he ever.

The blue eyed blonde looked away, trying to avoid eye contact after that. His knee was bouncing, Adrian's lips pursing

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a/n: continue or not?