◯ ¢яуѕтαℓ вαℓℓ ◯ {Greyson}

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Tell me, tell me, where I'm going,
I don't know where I've been.
Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me,
And then tell me again.
My heart is breaking,
My body's aching and I don't know where to go.

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Cameron wiped his greasy hands on a rag and then used his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead, careful not to get any grease on his forehead. He'd been a mechanic long enough to know how to avoid that. He threw down the rag and bade farewell to his latest customer. He usually had one or two per day, sometimes more, sometimes none. He'd gone days without a single person come in before. That's what he got for running a tiny, one-man-show business. People rarely wanted to come in. The only way he scraped by was his prices were really low, and the people who'd been in before knew he did good work. His customers were all regulars or word-of-mouths.

He watched the man drive his car out of the parking lot and then went to the bathroom to wash up. He scrubbed his hands clean, then his arms, all the way up to his elbow. He grabbed a fresh shirt out of a bag he'd brought in with him and changed. Then he ran his fingers through his dark hair, slicking it back, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. God, he was too young to have this life. Parents dead, working as a mechanic with barely enough money to not starve. He lived in the damned garage. He'd been alone for a long time now. He didn't have any friends to spend his free time with... not that he actually had any free time. When he wasn't working, he was sleeping. End of story.

With a sigh, he left the bathroom just in time for another car to pull up to the bay door.

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Sasha got out of the car. His hair, which he wore long and thick like he'd been raised to, was tied up in a ponytail, swinging behind his neck. His skin had a few dark bruises - hickies, most likely, as he had to sell his body the night before - and his eyes looked worn. He had on a pair of black leggings, knee high hot-pink socks with black stars in rhythmic stripes (worn above the leggings, mind you, so they were nice and in your face) and a loose white tank-top under a black leather jacket that fit him perfectly. His knee-high Converse made little noise on the crumpled gravel and he approached with a small smile, a keychain banging against the side of his right thigh as he walked.

Earrings glistened, from cartilage to lobe on both ears. A Monroe piercing, a nose piercing, and Cameron didn't see it - but a tongue piercing as well. A navel piercing, and... Piercings in the no-no-square. He held out his hand, which shone with rings and he had on black fishnet gloves. "Hi, I'm looking for Cameron?"

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Cameron's eyes swept over the customer's outfit and then down at his own. Torn jeans, black t-shirt, and a pair of brown boots. Then he looked back up. "Uh, that would be me," he said when he finally found his voice. He took Sasha's hand. "How can I help you?"

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Sasha's makeup shone slightly. Glitter. Somehow, guys were attracted to glitter. His lips pulled up into a bright smile and he titled his head. "My radiator is broken. I need some help to fix it, preferably just a guide." A slight tint to his voice, a faint accent. Over the years in America, he'd worn it down and smoothed his thick Korean accent to a bare hint. That bare hint refused to leave.
"I figure that a bolt has come loose, or something equally ridiculous, but I can't reach down in there without getting scrapes and - well, I have to look good for my job."

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The desire to inquire about Sasha's job pulled at him, but he kept his mouth shut. "I can guide you, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay the full amount for the job. I have trouble enough as it is making ends meet."

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He pulled his wallet from the bag hanging off his shoulder, flipped it open. "How much do you need?"

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Cameron eyed the wallet almost longingly. How much money did he have in there. Then he cleared his throat and told Sasha the price. As mentioned before, it was ridiculously low. If he charged the prices some of the bigger places did, no one would come.

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He pulled out twice that amount and left the bills open, plain to see. Most large tippers (or people like Sasha, who 'worked for a living' and had to sell themselves) folded the bills so the amount was hidden. Sasha... He was different. "Here."

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Cameron's eyes widened significantly and he held up his hands. "Whoa. No... I can't... I can't take that from you. Really, you don't have to do that." His voice trailed off as he ran out of protests. He needed that money. If this guy was so willing to pay him so handsomely, why should he refuse?

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Sasha's lips quirked into a smile and he reached out, one ring covered hand and a cheerfully jingling bracelet gripping Cameron's hand. He set the money into the outstretched palm and curled the fingers, then slipped out a card. "Call me whenever the car is done." He unclipped his keys from the beltloop and set those in the hand, too.

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"I..." Cameron couldn't find any words to say. The money felt amazing in his palm, calling like a siren to those poor sailors. Hopefully this wouldn't get him bashed against any rocks, though. "Thank you, I guess." He took the money and slipped it into his jean pockets. The wad of cash made a bulge there, reminding him just how much money it was.

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"Remember to call!" He grinned and whirled around, body swaying temptingly. A slender figure, standing at 5'3", hair swishing. More hickies. Oh good lord. He trotted down the gravel road and tucked his hands into his leather-jacket pockets.

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Cameron blinked and stared after him, shaking his head. He'd never seen anymore like that in his life, male or female. He shook himself mentally and got to work on Sasha's car. He thought it would be a simple job, but it turned out there was a lot more wrong with his car than a simple broken radiator. That afternoon, he called Sasha from the number on the card.

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His body was moving, writhing, breathless sounds, eager moans. He put a hand on his client's chest and gasped, "Just a..." He got his personal phone, wiped his forehead clear, and answered the phone in a clear, calm voice, "Hello?"

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"Ah... hi. It's Cameron Dahn, from Dahn Motor Services. I'm afraid I have some bad news." Cameron walked over to the car and peered under the hood. "It's going to take me a week to get all the parts I need."

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He let out a soft breath. He couldn't do... His job unless he had transportation. His madam - the woman who ran his... House? - would be displeased if she had to take him to gigs.
"A week?"

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"I'm terribly sorry. I'll try to get it fixed as soon as possible," Cameron said. "If there's anything else I can do for you... I can even give you some of your money back for the delay."

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He rolled his eyes. He had plenty more and would be earning even more if this damn guy would hang up already. "It's not a problem, Cameron," He remembered faces and names easily - had to, in his trade, "If anything, I'll give you more for the delay. I understand it might limit your resources and I am happy to comply with any additions to your pay, including interest gained over time, that you require to fully fix my car."

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"That's really not necessary," Cameron said. He could hear the impatience in Sasha's voice, even if he was trying to hide it. "I'll keep you posted on the progress."

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Not necessary, his a**. "Thank you, I appreciate it."