by Sean Michael
“Hey there, you sexy thing.” Kit swung his legs out of the truck, grinning, letting his eyes travel over that sweet body. “You finish another bike yesterday? Damn, you’re hauling butt on those things.”
Ty grinned and came over to kiss him. “I want to get all my orders wrapped up -- gives me more time to play.”
After a bit of a snog, Ty stepped back. “Besides, this one’s a bit of a special order.”
“Yeah? Can I see?” Kit stroked one hand down Ty’s arm. He loved to see Tyler’s work, loved the enjoyment Ty took in it.
“You sure can.”
Ty was just grinning at him like a fool; this bike was obviously special.
Ty pulled the tarp away revealing a low-riding, heavy Harley, sitting on a wide, two-sided kickstand.
“What do you think?”
“Oh, wicked!” He walked around it, hands sliding over the bike. “Oh, Ty, it’s fucking beautiful!”
“You think so? It’s yours.”
“What?” Kit blinked over, eyes wide. “But... Oh. Oh, my.”
Ty nodded. “Yep. It’s the latest low-rider from Harley with a few Tyler Jenkins’ specials. Like the kick stand -- you operate it up here and it goes down on both sides to give you a good solid sitting bike for when you’re getting on and off.”
“Oh... Oh, man. This is too fucking cool...” He was almost bouncing, so excited. “Can we try it? Will you take me for a ride?”
“That’s the plan.” Ty handed over the keys, still grinning wide.
“I don’t have an M-class yet and I haven’t ridden since I was a kid. You’ll drive?” Kit let Ty steady him as he straddled the bike. “Wow.”
“Yeah, I can drive. I want you to get a feel for it first though -- turn it on, feel the power of her under your thighs.”
“You make it sound sexy.” He grinned, exploring the controls and learning the bike’s console before starting the ignition.
“It is,” Ty shouted over the noise. “All that power, thrumming between your legs.”
Oh, God, Lot loved this man. “You’re a perv!” His laughter shivered with the bike’s vibrations.
Ty was laughing too, one hand on his thigh as Ty leaned in to speak against his ear. “Me and every other bike owner out there -- I’m telling you, it’s three quarters of the appeal.”
Kit turned his head and took a long, deep kiss, filled with their laughter. “Thank you.”
Ty’s eyes were shining and happy and his lover said, “You’re welcome.”
He was handed a helmet and Ty shrugged on a leather jacket. “You want a jacket, Kit?”
“I’ve got one in the truck.” He put the helmet on, damned near beside himself, he was so excited, so happy. A motorcycle. For him. So fucking cool.
Ty fetched his jacket for him and put on a helmet before settling on the bike in front of him. He was soon snuggled up tight behind that fine ass and long back.
“You all set?” shouted Ty.
He wiggled a little, settling in and wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, nodding. “Where do you want my feet?”
Ty leaned over and helped him settle his feet into little stirrups where the footrests traditionally went. Oh, Ty had thought of everything.
“Here we go!”
Ty revved the engine a couple of times, making the bike vibrate strongly beneath them and then they were off, moving slowly along the city streets, headed for the old ocean road.
Oh. Oh, wow. He leaned into Ty’s body, eyes wide as he watched the scenery, felt the vibrations and the heat and the wind and Ty and... Wow.
Ty drove for about an hour before stopping at the beach, turning off the engine.
Kit didn’t say a word, just kept holding on, eyes watching the waves as he smiled.
Pulling his helmet off, Ty leaned back. “You good?”
“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, rubbed his hand against Ty’s belly. “So much more than good, I’m sort of stunned.”
“Awesome.” Ty picked up his hand and kissed it before putting it back on the slender belly. “I’m glad I could help give this to you.”
“Me too.” He stroked slowly, just quietly loving Tyler, thanking his lover with all he was.
Tyler’s cheek rested against his shoulder, one hand sliding along his thigh.
Such a great gift -- a bike for him. One he could use, they could use. From the minute they’d met -- Tyler singing with the Eagles and working on a bike, so blond, so fucking beautiful -- Tyler had been giving and giving to him.
Kit closed his eyes and said a little prayer -- partly forgiveness to those he’d lost, partly thanks to the good Lord for giving him another chance.
Then he cleared his throat and started to sing.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Eleven
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Eleven
