Our Little Nowhere [mxm]

Just One Night

"I think I've changed my mind," Jeff declared now that he was actually looking at the motorcycle. It tilted to the side with the kickstand up, and he wasn't sure they wouldn't tip over while riding. He'd seen enough road rash after those kinds of accidents.

Micah sighed. "It's not like we're going to tip," he caught on quickly. "We just lean a little into the turns, that's all. But you have to lean with me, or you'll throw off the balance."

"I liked the idea of renting a car," Jeff stated. "What is it, Lyft? Do we have those?"

"Do you know how expensive that would be to get out of town?" Micah put a leg over his bike and settled back on the seat. He smoothed back his black hair and did his best smolder at Jeff. "I thought you wanted to get up close and personal anyways?"

He could see the conflict in Jeff's eyes then. Jeff let out a long sigh and scuffed the heel of his boot against the dirt drive of his house. "Can we do a practice loop or something?"

"Yeah." Micah handed him a helmet—not the same one that Sasha had, because he didn't think Jeff would find the pink faux hawk quite as fun. He'd bought a cream one, as close to the color of Jeff's cowboy hat as he could. He wasn't sure if Jeff picked up on that as he took the helmet and slid it over his head, almost pinching his chin with the strap.

He got on the bike behind Micah, sliding up until his thighs were snug on Micah's side. Micah placed a hand back on Jeff's thigh, giving it a squeeze before he used his other hand to turn on the bike. He gave it a rev and he could feel the deep vibrations of the engine in his body. He felt Jeff shift closer again, his chin on Micah's shoulder. His arms weren't too tonight on Micah's stomach, not yet.

Micah kicked off the ground and let the bike head down the road from Jeff's house. That was when Jeff's arms tightened, nothing terrible, but enough to give away his nerves. Micah took to the bend, having to tilt the bike slightly to the curve of the road. That was when Jeff's grip became painful, and he could tell Jeff was trying to stay upright through the turn.

Micah straightened them out and slowed to a stop at the end of the drive, turning off the bike and removing his helmet. "Not bad," he said. "But you're about to squeeze the stuffing out of me, and you've got to lean, or we're never going to make it on the interstate."

"Interstate," Jeff echoed, seeming to realize what all this entailed. "That wasn't too bad, but I don't know if I can do that." He was shaking his head.

Micah turned over his shoulder, reaching back to pull Jeff in for a kiss. Jeff was shocked at first, but he quickly melded into it, turning his head to better match Micah. Micah pulled back then, his breath still on Jeff's lips. "You've got to trust me. Sasha and I do just fine, you can handle this too. You just have to relax."

"When have I heard that before," Jeff commented dryly, a small flush on his face.

"And we can crack as many of those jokes once we're out of here, but we have to be able to leave town first," Micah reminded him.

Jeff gave in with a sigh. "If I pinch you, I want you to pull over. And no crazy speeding."

"I would never," Micah gasped.

"You have three speeding tickets, and that's not all of the times I watched you go by and didn't pull you over."

"I thought you weren't giving me special treatment?" Micah pretended to act offended.

Jeff raised an eyebrow at him. "It was more like it wasn't worth the effort."

"Ha, sure. Alright, we need to be going if we want to have a decent evening out," Micah insisted, putting his helmet back on.