Ryder

Chapter 5

I tug Lee tighter to the side of me, and he rests his head against my chest. Dad stands there talking to us both, and Lee explains how we met. Dad looks between us and smiles. "I'm glad you were there, son. It could have gone a whole lot worse for Lee if you weren't."

I nod and squeeze him tighter before letting go and grabbing a chair from the back of the van. There's still an hour before scrutineering, so we sit and chat and laugh, and it's actually nice. I glance over towards the motorhome of the most infuriating dick around, and I can see him staring out the window, so I just continue to laugh and enjoy the company of my new friend.

Lee heads off with Dad as I head to the starting line.

I pull up at the side of Archi-fucking-bald, and he glares at me, tilts his head down so I can see his mouth snarls and spits, "Faggot," at me.

I throw my head back and laugh, but I notice the grip on his handlebars tightens, the vein in his neck ticks, and his face reddens. I wink at him. I shake my head and focus on the finish line. I don't have time for bigots, and I'm not surprised he's one. But it's clearly upsetting him, so I will use it to get under his skin. Bring it on, motherfucker.

I watch my back, and I finish third, which is a great result, and I've clearly fucked Archi-fucking-bald off as he came in sixth, which just makes it all worthwhile. Fuck, do I feel smug as I head back to the van.

I meet Dad and Lee back at the van, and he runs and throws his arms around me. "Holy shit, Ryder, that was so fucking exciting. I've never seen anything like that. It was so… hot."

He kisses me on the cheek, and I'm surprised to see I don't actually hate it. I smile at him, "Hot, huh?" I wink at him. "Good to know." I throw my arm around him, "You staying for food? We're gonna BBQ some steaks before we have to head back home."

"Home?"

"Yeah, home." He frowns, and I laugh. "We only live an hour away. It's not that far."

The smile that spreads across his face makes me smile, and I want to be the one who makes him smile like that all the time. Maybe I'm ready for a relationship, and maybe I can have both the bikes and boys. I smile again, and we head to the chairs beside the van. We eat, laugh, and stay till well into the evening, but eventually, we have to leave.

I look around, and most people have already left. I haven't seen Archi-fucking-bald since the race. He certainly didn't hang around, and his ‘staff' packed up and left with the motorhome, but he was long gone.

While Dad packs the last few bits into the van, I walk Lee back to his car. His hand rubs on the back of mine, and I reach and wrap his hand in mine. He gasps and looks up at me, and I smile down at him. When he reaches the car, he looks down at his feet. I tilt his chin up to meet my gaze. His sparkling blue eyes twinkle like they have fucking stars in them, and I smile.

"Are you gay? I'm confused, I thought you weren't, but then you saved me and looked after me, and I think you've been flirting today, and now you're holding my hand and… are you gay?"

I nod. "Relationships of any sort just haven't been for me, I've been too busy, but I like you. I'd like to take you out and see what it all means."

"Really?"

I lean down and gently kiss him. He gasps and opens his mouth, sliding his tongue against my lips. I open up. I slowly kiss him and lose myself in the feeling of his lips against mine until I taste blood, and I pull back. "Shit, Lee, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

He reaches up and dabs at his mouth before smiling at me. He licks at his lip, and I can't take my eyes off it. I reach my hand to the side of his face and trail my thumb across his bottom lip, wiping away the excess, mesmerised by how soft they are.

"Can I call you? Can I take you out at the weekend?"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. We swap numbers, and he goes to get in the car, but I pull him back to me and kiss him again. I can't help myself. He kisses me back, and the steady pace is long gone. This is more frenzied, more chaotic. Our teeth clash, and he nips at my lip. His hand slides up to the back of my neck, and he grips my hair tighter, and I groan into him. I can feel my dick getting harder. I can feel his dick getting harder as he pushes it into my thigh. I groan again as he whimpers into my mouth.

The moment's broken by someone clearing their throat behind us. I spin, pushing Lee behind me and then sigh with relief. "Hey Dad, sorry we just, erm…"

He smiles at us. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. We need to head off, son. Sorry, it's getting late."

Looking down at my watch, I say, "Shit!" I turn to Lee. "Sorry, I have to go." I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips before stepping back. His eyes widen in shock as he slides into the car. "I'll call you when I get home, okay?"

He just looks shell-shocked as he nods, closes the door, and drives away.

I turn to face Dad, and he's grinning from ear to ear. "Shut up," I say as I walk towards him.

He throws his arm around me. "Ah, you guys are soooo cute. He seems nice." he teases. He rubs his hand in my hair. And pulls me tighter. "Come on, Casanova, let's get you back home."