<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 1:07 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jaime<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>John was pleased as peaches that his decision for a car was being received so well from those who obviously knew more about the circuit and the scene than he did. There was a slight glimmer behind Jason’s eyes, John understanding that if he had taken the expert with him John would have walked away with something probably better for the same cost. But, Jaime had said something to him a few nights back after he got home from work about how buying your first racecar was a lot like falling in love. When you see it, you’ll know, or something like that. It could also have been Blaire in reference to a good fuck or drink. Thinks started to bleed together after the third shift. If Jason had tagged along the doc would have bought whatever he had suggested. Also, more importantly, the man wanted to avoid any questions about how managed to afford the cost.<br/><br/>He gave Blaire a thankful nod when she patted his shoulder, smiling as color rushed to his face turning his grin a shade of red. Then the blonde slipped her fingers around the neck of the bottle, yanking it from him before dancing back and setting it between her creamy thighs. His eye’s widened at her comment, trying his best not to start laughing while exchanging a glance between Jaime and Jason. The most awkward part was that John couldn’t be totally certain whether she was kidding or not. Sometimes you could never really tell with Blaire if one comment had a hidden truth underneath that sensual tone, or if inquiring further would earn you a socket-wrench across the cheek.<br/><br/><strong>“I don’t know if I’d end up learning anything”</strong>he admitted with a soft chuckle. Jaime moved in and wrapped her arms about his waist, Jonathan returning the hug warmly.<strong>“Thanks Jaime”</strong>he told her honestly with that sweet boyish smile of his, appreciative that his roommate and friends were pleased. He felt more like one of them than ever before. “You guys just better watch out at the next race. After all, I’m the only one who can legally practice everyday” referring to his experience as an EMT before getting a permanent position at San Francisco General.<br/><br/><strong>“So how much is getting her all the normal bells and whistles going to run me Jason”</strong>refusing the offer of a drink. He was technically still on call, and nothing good ever happened to a doctor who showed up the hospital with any amount of alcohol in them. He had purchased the wine for them, and so that he could share in the event.<strong>“And remember, very likely your life will be in my hands at some point”</strong>laughing again.<br/>