Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ First Time ❯ Chapter 2

Part 2

 

When Joe arrived at the airfield, he could see Ken already hard at work on the engine that had been removed from the plane. Joe quickly checked - nope. It wasn't the G1. Obviously one of those old bombs that Ken enjoyed restoring.

 

He moved over to the workshop and put his hand on his friends shoulder. Ken jumped and Joe frowned.

 

He should never have been able to do that. Nobodytook Gatchaman by surprise.

 

Ken felt himself flush. He'd been fantasising on just what the outcome of today would be - and he wanted desperately to end the day with Joe naked in bed with him. He wanted desperately to make Joe scream like he had heard him that day at his trailer.

 

And he wanted Joe to give him that sort of pleasure.

 

Joe should never have been able to creep up on him like that - what if it hadn't been Joe? But Ken knew, deep inside, that he did know it was Joe. Just like he always knew Joe was close.

 

“Getting better, Condor. One day you'll actually take me by surprise.” Sheer bravado, he knew, and, by the look in Joe's eyes, Joe knew as well. But he played along and grinned.

 

“Always a first time for everything, Ken,” and he looked at the engine and the old biplane it had come out of. “Where the hell did you get that heap of junk?”

 

“Found her in an old hangar. Isn't she beautiful?”

 

Joe snorted. “And how much money did you borrow off Jun to get it?”

 

Ken had the grace to look shamefaced. He owed Jun a lot of money, and she was extremely patient waiting for him to pay. “Actually, I didn't. All it cost me was the money to transport her here, and I didn't borrow anything to pay for that.”

 

Damn. He sounded like a kid when he said that. He could see Joe smiling and was, once again, reminded that he was two years younger than his friend.

 

“If it was a car you'd understand.”

 

“If it was a car, it'd be useful. What good is that antique?”

 

Ken stretched and leaned back against the workbench. He knew the action pulled his coveralls taught against the front of his body, and was rather gratified by Joe's sweeping glance down his body, saw the glance linger at his groin. Good. He wanted Joe to notice that.

 

“A lot of use, Joe. There's a huge demand for antique planes at air shows. People pay into the thousands just to have one there for people to look at. If it's airworthy, then you can charge a couple hundred for a joy flight.”

 

“You've actually been thinking about this? About making some cash?”

 

“I don't like being broke and owing money to my friends, Joe,” said Ken softly. Joe nodded again and moved towards the bench.

 

“So, where do you want me to start?” he asked. “And what's with the coveralls?”

 

“It's a rotary engine, Joe. They were run on oil, not gas. This thing's filthy and I didn't want to have to get my civvies laundered to get the gunk out. Again.”

 

“That bad?”

 

Ken made a face. “Probably worse. You shoulda heard the lecture I got from Nambu about the need to make sure that we were careful.”

 

Joe snorted. “In that case, do you have another pair of coveralls?”

Ken grinned. “Just for you, Joe, I do. Pink suit?” He waited for the explosion, and grinned as it came right on time.

 

“Pink! You got a death-wish or something? What d'you think I am?”

 

Gorgeous, thought Ken. Absolutely gorgeous. He grinned again and Joe caught the grin.

 

“Bastard. Where are they? And if they really are pink, we're gonna be swapping clothes.”

 

Ken started. He hadn't thought of that. He almost wished now that he had dyed the spare coveralls pink. He got hard as he thought of Joe tackling him and pulling off his coverall. He took a quick breath to get himself back under control.

 

Control. That was what it was about. Control. He tossed the coverall to Joe who started stripping.

 

“Um, Joe, don't you want to go into the house to change?”

 

Joe looked confused. “Why? I don't see an audience here.”

 

You're not looking hard enough, thought Ken, and couldn't help watch as Joe took off his jeans. He didn't wear underwear. Ken's mouth was dry and he turned away to hide how hard he was.

 

But not before he saw something interesting. Very interesting. His spirits rose as he saw that Joe had been affected by his display against the workbench. This day was starting to look up. Definitely.