Getting the Rust Off
       
       Stamp’s an old rabbit. That much is true. Even old rabbits still keep some old instincts though. Sure it doesn’t really matter much since he’s mostly alone nowadays and never really seeks the company to deal with those instincts, but they’re still there. So, when a good friend decides it’s finally time to make the move on him, he ends up putting up less resistance than he would have thought. Every now and again, it pays to shake the rust off, right?
       
       Played through Rusty Rabbit recently. Super cute and pretty fun little indy game. I imagine it’ll have a very niche little fandom, but I couldn’t resist writing something for this cute old bunny and his handsome mechanic friend. Here’s hoping the few of you that have given it a look enjoy this bit of smut to show my appreciation for the game. 
       
       Stamp and Jed
       
       You know how it is some days with rabbits, even old worn out bags of fur like me. When the season strikes just right, feelings start stirring up something fierce. Doesn’t matter if the whole world’s frozen over, there’s really no stopping that warmth that comes with springtime. 
       
       Of course, that really doesn’t matter for an old rabbit whose wife’s been gone for ages now. No, not really much to be done about that sort of warmth when there’s nobody to share it with. The mind does wander though. An old coot like me still has memories after all. The way she looked riding in the saddle of her bike, that strong grip, the feeling of nice warm fur pressed against mine, rolling in the snow….
       
       I throw myself into work when the mind gets wandering that badly. You know, fixing up an old car is a lot like making love when you think about it. You gotta twist yourself all up in knots to get the right angle, you can’t be too rough or too gentle, and you gotta really listen to your partner. The way an engine speaks is a lot like a rabbit in love. It’s all body language, pistoning and purring, not so much words. 
       
       It’s damn messy work too, making love and putting together engines. You only know if you’ve done it properly if you walk away sweaty and covered in grease. That’s what I used to tell her anyway. With how much she laughed when I said it, not sure if she ever bought it. Any other rabbit would have just called me crazy though. At least she smiled about it. 
       
       Damn, that smile. Of all the things to remember, right? Thinking of her weight on top of me didn’t get me going as much as that smile did. She never really looked like she was taking me seriously after it was done, always had some sort of half-mocking look in her face. But, she listened all the same and she held onto me tight the whole time. Usually she held on long enough that I could get going again. 
       
       Thinking about that sort of thing a rabbit can’t stop himself from getting riled up. Damn Spring. Don’t know if they really are all that similar, but I can tell you, you can’t really be in the mood for making love and working on an engine at the same time. I can adjust my pants as often as I want, but at some point you’ve just got to admit defeat.
       
       “Shouldn’t I be too old for this?” I don’t usually notice if I’m talking out loud when I’m by myself, but I know that one came out while I was adjusting myself. Only reason though is that I had an unexpected audience. 
       
       “Heh, you know what they say, Stamp. A rabbit’s never too old for burrowing.”  Jed’s standing at the door to my garage like it’s just any old day, at first at least. He’s got a big bag of parts under his arm and a smile like I’ve just walked into his store. But, that smile’s as innocent as any salesman’s is I think, so I knew I should be suspicious of it even before his eyes started to wander. “Just wandered by to drop off a few of the parts you ordered. See Spring’s been getting to you too, huh?”
       
       My paw’s still sitting lazily on my crotch for a few seconds before I respond. Honestly, I need to pause a second before I decide if it’s safer to move it or leave it where it is. Now, I’m not the most perceptive rabbit of all time, but Jed certainly isn’t the most subtle. This would mark the first time I’d ever caught him eyeing me up completely sober, I assumed, but even I know what a paw on my hip means, even if we were both two whiskeys deep at the time. 
       
       It’s probably better giving him a look at a bit of a bulge than me groping myself though. I’ll set my paw aside and just play it off. No sense giving an awkward moment more air, right? That just makes the spark catch. “Thanks, Jed. You can just set them by the door, alright?” 
       
       “You sure? Looks like you’re working with some pretty heavy equipment there.” I almost shake my head at that one, but like I said, that’d just add a bit more gas for the sparks to catch. Jed’s eyes turn to the engine block I was just working on though, thankfully. He leans over it and turns away from me altogether in fact. “I could lend you a paw if you want.”
       
       I’m pretty instantly relieved watching him lean over the block, admittedly. I guess for a second I was worried he’d be too forward, and turning his back to me like that strikes me as the least forward a rabbit can get. Most of me relaxes pretty easily, though damn Spring won’t let my little peter calm down just yet. That means I’ve gotta make short work of things. “Thanks, but no thanks, Jed. I was actually just about to hang up the tools anyway.”
       
       Jed looks over his shoulder at me with some sort of half smile. “Really?” I’ll say it again, I’m not the most perceptive rabbit, but Jed’s got a look in his eye that’s downright concerning now. He makes a show of standing up, flexing his muscles while he turns. Come to think of it, why am I even noticing that? “Well, then how’s about I help you with getting that settled instead?” He nodded when he said *that*. Embarrassingly, I didn’t follow. 
       
       I know where he’s going of course. I’m not that simple, but for some reason the *that* he’s talking about slips my mind even when he’s looking right at it. Maybe it’s just cause I’m too concerned about him. He’s approaching fast. If I was younger I’d sock him, if I was younger and more reasonable, or maybe just a little tipsy, I’d just push him off. But, I guess I’m old and lonely or something. Nothing’s telling me to push him away this time. When his paw hits my hip this time, I don’t even know what to say. 
       
       What comes out makes me sound more shy than upset. “C’mon, Jed, quit messin’ with me.” I do try to get distance, sorta. I lean back in my seat and rest my back against my work bench. Pretty sure that was the wrong move. Jed presses my hip and my legs spread a bit in the same motion. “Is it really worth your time to try and put the moves on an old widower?” 
       
       Jed closes his eyes, and shakes his head. There’s a long, too long sigh after that. “Stamp, please don’t tell me you’re gonna start on that right now of all times.” He laughs at me and opens his eyes up again. That concerning look’s gotten worse and it gets worse by the second when he lifts that welding mask he’s always wearing higher. “How’s about this? You tell me if I’m wasting my time without mentioning that I should be going after someone younger.” I… can’t take my eyes off that concerning smile. When he gets the damn mask off his head entirely, it’s all I can see. “You do that and I’ll stop, deal.”
       
       “Is that how I got you off me last time?” I smile back at him, give him my own laugh. The memory’s hazy, but it definitely has the sound of something I’d do. Jed nods, making it clear that’s how he remembers it at least. He also gives my hip another squeeze, starts running his paw over it. “Well, when you hamstring me like that what am I supposed to say?”
       
       His smile gets even more crooked. It bugs me ‘cause I’m starting to recognize it. He’s mocking me, at least halfways. “So, I’m not hearing a no.” His paw runs a little lower, and his other paw comes in to join it. I didn’t even notice his mask drop. Heard the thud, but I didn’t notice. 
       
       Truth is, it doesn’t even cross my mind to say no until he offers it. I could, Jed’s not the type to screw someone who doesn’t want it. Even if it was, I can handle myself. But, honestly, I’m not minding it as much as I thought I would. Maybe this old body’s a bit touch starved, but it’s not the touch so much as the way he looks at me that I don’t mind. Heh, that’s way too romantic for an old rusty mechanic isn’t it?
       
       That’s the only thing that even makes me stop and think though. He looks away once his paws make it down to my boots. “What’re you doing down there?” I say it without stopping to think about how stupid it sounds. Somehow it comes out playful. I’m trying to sound concerned, but I’m sounding like a boy on his first big date. 
       
       Now, to be fair this is a first, not really sure I could say where it’s going in the long run. I do know what he’s up to now though. “These’ll get in the way if I don’t get ‘em off first.” Jed’s grabbing tight to my boot, and he pulls it right off. I have to help him, obviously. Twisting my foot out of the thing and letting it hang free means I ain’t just some passive participant now. “Heh, there we go.”
       
       I spot Jed smiling at my foot when it pops out, he doesn’t even look away when he drops the boot and grabs the other one. It feels really strange at first, then he grabs onto it and it gets even stranger. “H-hey!” The touch on my bare fur is a shock. I mean, I saw it coming, but it’s still a shock, right? First time in ages firing up an old engine like mine? It doesn’t start smooth. Though, I am a bit impressed that it’s got so much power in it. 
       
       Jed gets the other boot off without even looking. We work together on it while our eyes are both focused on my other paw. I think I’m getting curious now. When he leans in closer and presses his nose against it, I don’t really have any idea where he’s going. So, when he runs his tongue over my sole, I’m completely dumbfounded. 
       
       It lasts for long enough to give me a shake. I actually grab onto the bench behind me it shakes me so much. Heh, maybe in this situation I really am just some boy having his first time. I let out an honest to goodness laugh, shaking like a damn fool. Then, when it stops, I open my eyes and see that damn smirk on Jed’s face. “Sorry, Stamp. Just needed a kiss for good luck.” He shoots me a wink and his paws run up my leg. “Hope you don’t mind.”
       
       “Hmph. Just don’t surprise me like that again, okay?” I’m really shaking, damnit. I didn’t think my guard was even up, but he’s totally thrown me. Either that or I’m just pissed off now. The smirk is starting to get to me. I swear it’s getting more cocky by the second. If this were any other situation, and maybe if I was a bit younger, Jed would look like the exact sort of guy I’d start a fight with in a bar. 
       
       Right now he’s the guy with his paws around my pants though, and I’m just letting him tug them down without even a hint of fight. Hell, I’m helping him, shifting around to make it easier. “I can’t make any promises, old Rusty.” He moves his eyes away from my face, thank Peter, and focuses on getting my pants the rest of the way off. “Ah, good! A man after my own heart. Always figured you wouldn’t bother with underwear.” He laughs again. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed, but I do. I’m exposed now. Haven’t had anyone looking at me this close in years. 
       
       “Like what you see?” It’s a cliché, I think, but I wasn’t thinking that much when I said it. My engine’s started, that’s pretty obvious to both of us now. My blood’s pumping stronger than it has in years. And damnit, I don’t know what else to say. 
       
       “Heh, damn right, I do.” Without anything covering me, I can actually notice Jed’s paws running over my thighs now. His smile’s still got most of my attention, yeah; thankfully it’s gotten a lot less smug now that he’s staring at my little saint. Still the feel of bare fur against my own bare skin is too warm. It’s new and distracting. I try to focus on the feel of the metal, the bench I’m still holding onto and the stool pressing up against my tail. I know that won’t keep for long though. “Hey, Rusty, you ever been with a man before?”
       
       Something’s caught in my throat. Of course I haven’t. I’ve been married most of my life after all. Sure, I’m a sinner by the church’s standard, but not one of that kind. 
       
       I don’t want to say none of that though. It’s not exactly a turn on to bring up old rabbits in robes right now, right? So, all I can manage to come up with is, “Nah. Guess you’ll be my first?” Maybe it sounds romantic? Too romantic for a rusty old rabbit like me. I try to undercut that. “So, uh, take it easy on me.”
       
       I think Jed must agree, because his smile gets smug again, just for a second. “Heh. No promises. Sorry, but I got a few more surprises in store.” When he says that I get a bit worried., but what he does next isn’t much of a surprise, thankfully. He’s had his nose pressed against my little saint for a minute now. I’ve… never done it before, but I’m not unworldly enough to not know what he’s going for. I brace myself for his tongue. I’m ready for when it touches me this time. 
       
       I’m not ready for how good it feels though, damnit. It’s too warm and wet and way too close to handle. My old engine fires up like nobody’s business. I can feel it sputtering just a second after Jed even starts. And Jed, Jed moans while he’s doing it too. I don’t get how much he loves it. A busted old junker like me doesn’t need this kind of affection, but he’s giving it his absolute all anyway. 
       
       I clench my fist and close my eyes. For a second I wonder if this is how my old machines feel. He ain’t talking to me really, but he’s showing me just as much affection. Since this old rabbit hasn’t been started like this in so long, it definitely feels like a restoration job. 
       
       Maybe that’s why I don’t stop him when he wants to go digging deeper. That bit’s a surprise. I can’t really tell you what I thought happened between two men in a position like this. I never thought about it at all even when I noticed Jed hitting on me. I guess, it should have been pretty obvious that you can’t just rub everything together all natural like with a woman. 
       
       Still didn’t expect him to lift my legs and go at my tail though. With my eyes closed and all the confusion I was already going through, I don’t even think I noticed when his tongue got as low as my balls. It getting even lower gives me a start though. It’s uncomfortable as hell, and for some reason I don’t want it to stop. “Wh-what the hell are you doing down there?!” I shout at him now, tossing my head back and letting him have his way. 
       
       I don’t think I actually want to know what he’s up to. Or, maybe I already do know. It feels disgusting, but it’s pumping my engine like nothing has in a decade. I’m no saint, I’ve had a few goes at myself when spring comes around. This, this ain’t a thing like that. It’s powerful, like I’ve been fueled up with some sort of nitro. I’m pretty sure I’m not built for this. Damn! I didn’t think Jed was the type to push an old machine like me so hard. 
       
       “Heh. I’m just getting you ready, you old rust bucket.” Jed’s voice is kinda muffled, but I hear it clear enough. The reason for the muffling gives me a shake though. So does what he’s saying, honestly. Just getting ready means he’s looking to push me even more. I can’t piece out exactly how though. “Come on, Stamp, you know how it goes.” He gives me one extra long lick, or maybe it’s a press. I don’t really know anything more than it drives me crazy and makes me want to push my legs together. 
       
       I don’t manage to talk until it’s over, and that’s a bit of a long wait. I say one more press, but it’s a deep one, one that gives me a unfamiliar stretching and gets that damn shaking going again. “Wh-what the hell do you mean?” I’m surprised by how much I groan when he pulls away. It’s almost like a purr, my engine settling into an idle right after firing to life at full force. My legs are still kicking though, waiting for more gas. When I open my eyes, Jed’s got that damn smug smile aimed at me, right between my kicking legs too... Damnit… if he was just a bit more above me it would be right out of my memory. 
       
       Worst thing is, I’m pretty sure that’s where this is going by now. I steady myself a bit, get back to a normal seat for a second. Jed stands up proper while I do. I shouldn’t be surprised he managed to drop his overalls while I was distracted, but I am, I think. I might just still be reeling. My hearts beating and my breath’s heavy. 
       
       Jed gives me a minute before he answers my question, just smiles that smug smile at me. I don’t think he even actually answers me. “What do you say, Stamp? Ready to really go for a ride?” 
       
       I must have agreed to him somehow. I know because the next thing I know I’m hitting the floor of my own garage, pinned under him and getting that perfect picture from my memories. Funniest thing though, I don’t think I remember getting there. Does a part know when it’s being moved? More that I think about it, they just seem to know when they’re in the right place more than anything. 
       
       Pretty sure one of us tossed me though, things happened fast and my back ached for just a second. Pretty sure I heard the sound of my stool crashing behind Jed too. 
       
       In the moment that it all happens though, I’m just too revved up to notice anything else. His damn, loving grin above me is the only thing I can even focus on. The rest of it’s all fuzz and warmth when he holds me. Some of that’s even lost too. My old memories, too many of those I guess to keep ‘em out of things, they get in the way too. My wife used to hold me just like this, she was all fuzz too. Bit of a tighter grip though. 
       
       She also didn’t feel the same when she screwed me, obviously. Again, maybe I should have pieced it together, but I wasn’t thinking about it. Jed’s little saint pressing up hard against my tail is more of a surprise than it should be, and I fight against it a bit, not long though. Once it’s finally in, it kind of feels right, you know? It’s not that it’s not uncomfortable, even stings like a McGregor if I’m being honest. But it’s like any old part when you’re rubbing off the rust, gotta grind it into place a bit, I guess. 
       
       Once I let it go and ease in, it even feels good. I sigh, a way too long sigh like a kid having his very first time. It’s a humiliating squeak almost, maybe even a chitter. Ha! I haven’t chattered in ages. 
       
       I just know Jed won’t let me live that down, but thank Peter he’s chittering too. At least, he’s doing it between talking though. I guess I’m the machine right now, right? Make sense he’s the one doing the talking. “Ah! Yeah! That’s the stuff, Stamp. Just keep pushing like that. Don’t stop!” I’m pretty sure I ain’t pushing. I just go with the flow and let my engine purr. 
       
       And boy, I can tell you it’s purring. I talk about feeling like a boy, but right now I genuinely don’t feel old. I’m like a fresh new car right off the line, I think. This is the big moment, the first drive right after the touchup’s done with. I don’t know if it’s blasphemous, but I’m guessing this is close to heaven as a machine might get. I know it’s as close as I’ll get. I can practically feel her in the moment that my engine strikes up its biggest jolt. 
       
       Jed’s younger than me, he won’t slow down, and I won’t make him. I close my eyes. Can’t talk now, but I want to tell him to push me to my limit. He probably wouldn’t listen, but he does it anyway. “Gonna… lose it… St-Stamp.” I know his engine’s purring even louder than mine. I can feel it pumping. A restoration job can’t keep up with a fresh build I guess, but boy I do my best.
       
       I feel it hit me hard. Jed finally hits his sputtering point in a few dozen wild pumps. I notice his spittle splashing my face first, and then I notice something getting wetter down below, warmer and fuzzier too. Don’t notice much else then though. I think I’m tearing up. Jed’s just a brown splotch in my eye and his voice sounds like hers when he shouts my name.
       
       “Haa… haa…” The next thing I notice is I’m breathing heavy. Things kinda got blurry there, right? Maybe too poetic too? Eventually reality has to bring us back. It takes a second, but I feel it pulling on me. The garage floor is cold as sin, Jed’s fur and sweat is hotter than heaven, and I realize I’m caught in-between. He smiles at me one more time with that stupid crooked smile, then he closes his eyes and falls on top of me. “Haa… haa… damnit, Stamp… what were you thinking?” I take a breath and mumble.
       
       Jed hears it just fine though, damnit. “Hehe, shouldn’t you be asking me that?” He smiles again, I can feel it, don’t need to look. I feel him move inside me, pulling out. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but it’s gotta happen, I suppose, so I let it. Don’t let him go though. He gets to roll over, but that’s as far as I let him. “Heh, ha… told you I didn’t need someone younger.”
       
       My back disagree with him. It ain’t hurting just yet, but I can already tell it’s going to. “I ain’t allowed to bring that up, I thought.” I close my eyes and shake my head this time. Don’t want to see that smile I know he’s got on. It’s too familiar, and knowing his age, he won’t need any more encouragement than he already has to start another round. 
       
       I’m gonna let myself idle a minute before that happens, long as I can keep him caught in my grip. My wife taught me an old trick. Pretty simple one too. 
       
       I pull him close and press my nose against his chest. He’s about to talk setting a paw on my head and saying something or other. “Shut up for a second, alright?” I smile to myself and my ears twitch. “I’m just gonna listen to your ticker for now. That’ll tell me plenty.” I can’t help but laugh at that one. 
       
       It works. He gives me a minute before either of us get tempted to start up again. Not much of a minute, but at least it’s enough to not overwork this old machine. You know how it is with rabbits. The Spring’s gonna last awhile, and we tend to make use of every second of it.