sanded enough."
Ty joined Cole in the booth and felt the surface of the panel. Dammit . This was going to throw off the schedule further. "We need to check the other ones."
Cole nodded. "You prep for primer, I'll work on getting these ready." He didn't even wait for Ty to respond. He lifted the door panel above his head and walked off to the sanding booth.
Ty stood stock-still, staring at the flex of muscles in Cole's thick arms as they firmly held the panel above his head. He shook his head to dispel the visual and shifted his focus back to work. He separated the pieces that still needed to be sanded and hauled them over to the sanding station.
He put on his paint suit and mask and settled in for a long day's work.
* * * * *
Cole set up the door panel for sanding and looked around the booth for the supplies. One thing he had picked on up quickly was that everything needed to get the job done was there and efficiently organized. He opened a cabinet in the corner and smiled. Shelves neatly sorted with sanding masks, goggles, and disposable coveralls in different sizes. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone and peeked at the sizes of the coveralls, checking for the right size. Wearing a coverall that needed to be rolled up at the sleeves and feet would have opened the door for more short jokes. Although he loved his new boss's teasing streak, there was a lot of work that needed to get done.
He put on his gear and started sanding the door. He had missed working on cars. He could swear he had died from Aidan's blow to the face at some point because this was pure heaven. Working on an engine rebuild and now prepping for a custom paint job on a fricken eighteen-wheeler enclosed auto hauler. Something new, something cool. Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
If he got anywhere near that restoration project or the Bugatti, he'd come in his pants.
He sanded the door as the music played in his head. He pushed the sandpaper as he hummed, lowering his line of sight to make sure everything looked smooth. He walked around the door panel, bobbing his head to the rhythm of a song only he could hear. He finished sanding and ended with a shake of his hips and a twist.
And there was Ty, arms crossed, leaning against the door, watching him through the glass opening with a grin plastered across his face.
Cole straightened and opened the booth door. He lifted his goggles and pulled the face mask off to the side of his neck. "Enjoy the show?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile he hoped mirrored Ty's.
Ty shook his head and chuckled. He pushed past Cole, walked over to the panel, and touched the surface. "Nice." He continued to check and touch the door panel as he spoke. "You usually work to music?"
Cole shrugged. "Depends on what I'm doing. It settles me and helps me zone out the trillion things always spinning in my head."
Ty looked at him appraisingly. "I've got all the parts here that need some sanding. Not many but it'll take some time. You want to handle this while I prime?"
"Sure."
Ty nodded and reached for the sanded door panel. He lifted the part and flinched just as his grip faltered.
Cole instinctively grabbed and held the panel to avoid it from hitting the ground and getting a dent.
"Shit," Ty said, bent over with his hands fisted. "I'm sorry, I—"
"Hey, it's cool. I got it," Cole said, cautiously watching Ty slowly straighten with a wince. "You might have pulled something when you were moving around all those parts." He didn't know what to say but knew he needed to say something to ease the crease between Ty's brows.
Ty finally stood and grabbed his side then quickly tucked his hands in his pockets. "Uh, yeah," he said. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. "You got this?"
Cole nodded. "Yup. I'll have all these sanded soon then I'll help with the priming. I'll take the parts over there when I'm finished."
Ty forced another smile. "Okay," he said before turning. "Oh, I almost forgot…"
Ty joined Cole in the booth and felt the surface of the panel. Dammit . This was going to throw off the schedule further. "We need to check the other ones."
Cole nodded. "You prep for primer, I'll work on getting these ready." He didn't even wait for Ty to respond. He lifted the door panel above his head and walked off to the sanding booth.
Ty stood stock-still, staring at the flex of muscles in Cole's thick arms as they firmly held the panel above his head. He shook his head to dispel the visual and shifted his focus back to work. He separated the pieces that still needed to be sanded and hauled them over to the sanding station.
He put on his paint suit and mask and settled in for a long day's work.
* * * * *
Cole set up the door panel for sanding and looked around the booth for the supplies. One thing he had picked on up quickly was that everything needed to get the job done was there and efficiently organized. He opened a cabinet in the corner and smiled. Shelves neatly sorted with sanding masks, goggles, and disposable coveralls in different sizes. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone and peeked at the sizes of the coveralls, checking for the right size. Wearing a coverall that needed to be rolled up at the sleeves and feet would have opened the door for more short jokes. Although he loved his new boss's teasing streak, there was a lot of work that needed to get done.
He put on his gear and started sanding the door. He had missed working on cars. He could swear he had died from Aidan's blow to the face at some point because this was pure heaven. Working on an engine rebuild and now prepping for a custom paint job on a fricken eighteen-wheeler enclosed auto hauler. Something new, something cool. Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
If he got anywhere near that restoration project or the Bugatti, he'd come in his pants.
He sanded the door as the music played in his head. He pushed the sandpaper as he hummed, lowering his line of sight to make sure everything looked smooth. He walked around the door panel, bobbing his head to the rhythm of a song only he could hear. He finished sanding and ended with a shake of his hips and a twist.
And there was Ty, arms crossed, leaning against the door, watching him through the glass opening with a grin plastered across his face.
Cole straightened and opened the booth door. He lifted his goggles and pulled the face mask off to the side of his neck. "Enjoy the show?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile he hoped mirrored Ty's.
Ty shook his head and chuckled. He pushed past Cole, walked over to the panel, and touched the surface. "Nice." He continued to check and touch the door panel as he spoke. "You usually work to music?"
Cole shrugged. "Depends on what I'm doing. It settles me and helps me zone out the trillion things always spinning in my head."
Ty looked at him appraisingly. "I've got all the parts here that need some sanding. Not many but it'll take some time. You want to handle this while I prime?"
"Sure."
Ty nodded and reached for the sanded door panel. He lifted the part and flinched just as his grip faltered.
Cole instinctively grabbed and held the panel to avoid it from hitting the ground and getting a dent.
"Shit," Ty said, bent over with his hands fisted. "I'm sorry, I—"
"Hey, it's cool. I got it," Cole said, cautiously watching Ty slowly straighten with a wince. "You might have pulled something when you were moving around all those parts." He didn't know what to say but knew he needed to say something to ease the crease between Ty's brows.
Ty finally stood and grabbed his side then quickly tucked his hands in his pockets. "Uh, yeah," he said. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. "You got this?"
Cole nodded. "Yup. I'll have all these sanded soon then I'll help with the priming. I'll take the parts over there when I'm finished."
Ty forced another smile. "Okay," he said before turning. "Oh, I almost forgot…"
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