Part 2

Justin bent down and cleaned off some mud from his exhaust pipe, biting his lips as the rag swiped the part clean. He had always been so anal when it came to his bike.

"You still out here messin' wit' ya god damned bike?" Monique, his roommate's wife came out, cigarette between her lips, drink in hand. He smiled thankfully at her.

Raising, he stretched and patted Dixie, his pet name for the vehicle and took the Gatorade she offered.

"I heard you won, you're with them now, ain't ya?" she asked, taking a drag and Justin nodded. They were just them. Didn't have a name, didn't need one either. "Well, you best be careful. Sometimes, you cross the wrong person and they all eat you alive."

Justin chuckled when she went back in the house, pressing the garage opener. He got on his bike and started the engine, turning his head as he backed out. He left his helmet in the garage, wanting to ride with the wind in his face today.

Once on the road, seeing as it was only around noon he went to the gas station near the mall, it was cheapest there. Settling in a stall, he sat against the pump, picking at his fingernails, bringing one to his lips, tearing off a hangnail.

"Fancy seeing you around here," came a voice and Justin looked up quickly, bright eyes even more shiny in the broad daylight.

JC had never had an accent. A southern accent as most people did around here and sometimes Justin wished he did, just wondering what his name would sound like, tumbling from those lips one night.

"Where's your bodyguard?" he asked, returning to picking at his nails.

JC laughed and stepped closer, his Timberlands the only thing the black haired man could see. "I don't know. I came out walking and I wanted some gum." JC held up the pack of Juicy Fruit as evidence and Justin finally looked up.

They watched each other for some time, their gaze staying locked, words spelled out in their eyes, though never daring to form on their tongues.

"You wanna... you wanna go somewhere?"

JC had the decency to blush. "Where?" he whispered and Justin pushed off the pump, smiling softly.

"Anywhere you wanna go," he answered, his breath ghosting over the other man's face. JC gulped and stepped away, nodding as he tucked a curl behind his ear, the warm wind blowing it into his face.

"I don't got a helmet, though." Justin smiled and took out the pump, placing it back onto it's cradle. He went over to his motorcycle and started it, turning to JC.

"Me neither. Hop on."

JC slid onto the bike with grace, crotch pressed tightly to Justin's back and the younger man swallowed, looking in his mirror at the other. JC's hands squeezed Justin's thigh before hooking around his stomach.

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Canton wasn't much but it was pretty nice. It was flat, it had a shore and it was in Ohio, the more ethnically mixed part, anyway.

But when most saw the almost desolate parts of it, they wrote it off as some small town with country bumpkins living in shacks and raising chickens and all that other stereotypical shit.

That's why Justin loved riding out to those places. No one was ever there. Sure, if he wanted a party he'd go with one of his friends, or to a club somewhere. But when he wanted to be alone, someplace where he could hear himself think, he came to the dunes, mostly just mounds of dirt, and it was deserted. No one cared that this was probably the prettiest place to watch the sun set.

JC breath slowed down in his ear as they slowed down, next to an old factory that had been shut down years ago and his hands unclenched a little, but his warmth was still pressed tightly against the other's back and Justin didn't want to stop the bike.

JC slid off and stretched with a yawn, the short gray shirt lifting to expose a gap of pale skin. The brunette grinned as he patted it. Justin parked the motorcycle and started out for the rocks, the big boulders that seemed to be placed out of the blue. They were the only ones for miles but they were warm from the sun and Justin loved lying on them.

The brunette sighed and scooted up onto a boulder, looking to Justin with a smile. Neither knew what to say, which was uncommon really, but they were comfortable in the silence.

Justin then turned and opened his mouth to say something when JC kissed him. Just a tight lipped kiss, but a kiss none the less and when the brunette pulled back, he was blushing a little, Justin wanting to smirk.

He grabbed the older man's neck, bringing him closer as their lips brushed again, and again, and soon Justin's tongue was asking for acceptance, JC's mouth opening eagerly in welcome.

JC wrapped an arm around the young man, bringing him to lie on top of him, settling between his legs and the warm rock dug into his spine, Justin's hands pushing up his shirt as best he could.

There was nothing like kissing Justin, the brunette concluded. He put so much effort into the little things. His tongue made love to his mouth, as if it was the only thing that mattered. It made JC feel a little special.

Justin pulled back and JC leaned up, peeling off his shirt while Justin did the same to himself. JC laid back down, his tousled hair spread out and Justin chuckled shortly, a hand running over his head, the other running over a nipple. JC's back arched off the rock as a mouth soon followed those hands.

"Shit," he hissed when Justin bit down, the other hand slyly sliding into the other's pants, cupping the bulge. "Shit," he moaned, louder this time and Justin wanted to make him scream. Wanted JC's voice to be hoarse and loud when he came because no one could hear him and it was all theirs.

Justin kissed his neck, his elbows beside JC's head as the brunette worked on his pants, and he helped, kicking the jeans, then the boxers to the side, the clothing falling to hang off the side of the rock.

"God, I just want to..." He sucked on JC's sweet skin, kissing his way up to the stubbled chin, biting on the tip softly, groaning as he pressed his naked erection to JC's clothed one. "I wanna do so much--"

"Then do it," JC replied, biting his lip as he tugged off his pants, his forearm grazing Justin's cock, the two looking into each other's eyes. "Please, do it."

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Justin didn't want to say goodbye. But it was already too late; the sun had gone down about an hour ago and Nico had been blowing up JC's Two-Way ever since.

So now they rode silently, JC's arms hooked around Justin's waist, his cheek pressed against his broad back, Justin's eyes on the road.

"Where should I drop you off?" Justin turned so JC could hear him and JC leaned up, answering, "At the gas station."

Justin's brow furrowed as he switch lanes. "How're you gonna get home?" he asked and swerved barely missing a box out in the lane. He felt JC shrug and bit his tongue from saying anything more.

At the gas station, the lights were bright up ahead and JC jumped up, looking around. Justin stayed on the cycle, left it still running. He smiled.

"Want me to walk you to your doorstep?" He laughed and looked down, JC rolling his eyes with a smile.

"I want to see you again, as they say in all the soap operas--"

"You watch those damn stories?" Justin smiled and JC blushed.

"Fuck you, alright? And I mean it... Today just wasn't a fling, ya know?"

Justin sucked on his bottom lip, his smile gone. "It should be though. You've got Nico. I'm not tryna get in with that man--"

"You already have," JC laughed, stuffing his hands in his back pockets. "He doesn't like you, ya know. You're too fast for him. He's afraid you'll out run him one day." JC's eyes glinted in the light. "But sh," he held a finger to his lips. "Don't let him find out I told you."

Justin tilted his head a little, his eyes straying to JC's and he motioned for JC to come near with a nod, the brunette doing just that. And Justin couldn't resist and he didn't care who the fuck saw, his lips capturing JC's and with a sweet tug of his teeth, he nipped at JC's full bottom lip before pulling away.

"Don't let him find out about us, either," JC whispered, giving him one last kiss before he turned and started walking, Justin leaving only when he couldn't see the other man anymore.

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They saw each other the next week, Justin standing by that same gas station, silently waiting. They hadn't made plans and so the younger man was standing with just hope.

And luck had been on his side this time around, JC strolling up to him with a smile, sliding onto the bike, licking at Justin's neck, his tongue burning Justin's skin.

And they hadn't even made it off the bike before JC had Justin's tongue in his mouth, thick and broad, licking at his teeth. Justin carried him to the ground, JC panting against his chest, their lips still connected.

JC didn't even kick off his boots, his jeans getting caught around his ankles. He tried to fumble with it, Justin's attention on his chest, licking at his nipples until they were aching, his hands taking their time as they slid over his stomach, his back, his ass.

"Shit!" he grunted and Justin raised, dazed eyes smiling as JC blushed, Justin removing the Timberlands, then the socks, the pants sliding off easily, his hands soft as they ran up JC's legs, his fingers tickling the underside of the brunette's thighs. He wasn't laughing though when a middle finger came to small pink lips, a broad tongue circling it obscenely before it disappeared under JC's body again and he crowed as Justin's fingers pushed past, a mouth sucking on his nipples again.

There was gravel splintering into his skin, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to feel uncomfortable and JC groaned, trying to move, Justin a little preoccupied with trying to get his pants off with one hand. There was too much fumbling and JC finally brought Justin up by the neck, the young man smiling into the kiss.

JC's hands pushed at Justin's pants, his feet taking over as far as they needed to go before Justin was slicking his own cock, raising JC's legs like they had done this many times before. At least, it seemed so.

JC made this noise when Justin entered, big and thick, and he panted, his breath ragged as he gripped Justin's shoulders, resorting to pain as he pushed forward, the rocks beneath him scratching as his back. But Justin was filling him and that was all that he needed.

Justin thrust on his knees, JC knowing it must be hell to him too but then he rationalized, putting himself in the position and then-- Oh...

Justin hit that spot, the one that made JC seize for a second and he cried out, his fingers scratching at Justin's chest as the younger man pumped faster, sweat dripping from his face, falling to JC's naked chest and the hand not stationing JC's hips ran over the scattered drops, fingertips sliding up to slip into the brunette's mouth. JC sucked on them in the same rhythm as their motion but as Justin pushed harder and smoother, the pleasure weighed more than the responsibilities and the fingers slipped from his mouth as he moaned Justin's name.

"Fuck, baby," was all Justin said as he came, JC slipping a hand to himself, finishing himself off as Justin laid heavy on him, the weight almost welcome as JC came with a groan also.

Lying on the ground, both spent and sweaty, JC grabbed Justin, bringing him close, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

"I missed you... a lot," he breathed, trying to regulate his heart beat.

Justin gave a small smile. "I know, it showed."

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And It went on like that. That was their secret spot, those dunes. And when they saw each other in front of Nico, at races or parties, they never said a thing, never even glanced at each other for longer than a second.

Like the time they had just come back from the dunes, and when they saw each other at a local race against some intra-cycle people, they had avoided each other thoroughly, to the point where they wouldn't go near others if one of them was near.

That's why Nico was starting to get suspicious.

"What's up with you and him?" he asked, shaking a pack of cigarettes against his palm. JC hated that the other man smoked. It was horrible, the taste of ash on his tongue as they kissed. He made a face and Nico laughed, a hand sliding down his arm. It gave him goose bumps and he wrapped the jacket around his small frame even tighter.

"Nothing, why?" he asked simply and Nico shrugged, sticking a jack between his lips, holding up a black lighter.

JC looked away and sighed. He was bored and there was nothing to do. No races, no parties... No Justin.

"You just... I don't know, I think I'm going crazy." He took the first puff and choked softly, the smoke fanning in JC's face. He resisted the urge of saying, "Blech."

"You don't gotta worry," JC teased and pinched a cheek as he chuckled. He knew he was lying straight to his teeth, and he thought maybe that was what had made it even more exhilarating.

"Yeah, well, the punk's getting too big for his britches already."

"You mean he's getting too fast?" JC countered and Nico's smile disappeared. JC just raised an eyebrow and the other sighed, taking a deep inhale.

"He's getting too cocky, he's gone," he licked his lips and twisted on the bench.

"How?" JC asked quietly, not wanting to sound too interested, or afraid.

"I don't know."

JC crossed his arms. "Well you just can't kick him out for nothin'."

Nico laughed. "Yes I can, ma'am. Who said?" he asked, flicking off some ashes. JC sighed and shrugged indifferently.

"I'm just saying that it might not look good if you up and outed him. You should race him or something. Make it so that if he loses, he's gotta leave town, if he wins he gets your spot." And JC had to pat his own self on the back because he was too damn brilliant and it couldn't have come out better.

Nico almost swallowed his cigarette. "What?" he asked in disbelief. "You want me to what?"

JC raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I didn't say I wanted you to do shit. I just said that might give you a better title, if you won and he had to go."

The older man watched him for a time, grinning after a while. "You watch too much of those damned soaps."

JC, red in the face, growled. "I told you! I don't fucking watch them!... My sister does! I just overhear stuff... shit, shut up," he complained, crossing his arms again, trying a pout and Nico grinned.

"And just so you're happy, queen, I'll do it. Just to show you," he said pointedly, "that I can whoop his bitch ass, and that piece of shit bike of his, watch." Nico stood up, so tall and grabbed JC's hand, leading him towards the bike and JC followed tentatively, not waiting until Justin heard the news.

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