CHAPTER 12

Try what?” Albert gave the biker a confused look. “Sorry, for a moment I didn’t pay attention to the conversation, and…” He lowered his gaze, leaving the sentence unfinished,

“No worries.” Lawrence waved his hand, smiling reassuringly. “I was asking if you want to ride with me, listen to the girl’s engine’s purr and experience the ultimate sensation of freedom.”

“Me? On your bike?” Albert’s eyes widened with disbelief. “Sorry, but I don’t think I’m good enough for that.”

“Good enough?” It was Lawrence’s turn to be confused. “Oh, you don’t have to do anything, just hold on to me and enjoy the ride. I happen to have a spare helmet and protective gear with me, so you’ll be well cushioned.” The biker winked.

Albert swallowed hard a few times, then started in a hesitant voice. “Um… I mean, I’m worthless, and that’s why I can’t ride your bike.” He dropped his gaze again. “Rick never let me get close to his, let alone touch it or climb on it.”

“Fuck the shithead, he’s the unworthy one.” Lawrence made great efforts to keep his volcanic temper under control.“Look, let’s go outside, so you can have a good look at my old girl. If, after that, you still don’t want to go on a ride, I’ll understand, but the decision has to be based on your own thoughts and opinions, not on some prick’s poisoned words.”

“Deal.” Albert nodded in understanding and approval, then followed the biker outside the room and the house, Brian and the others hot on his heels. “Wow, what a beauty!” He exclaimed at the sight of the bike parked at the end of the driveway.

“Thank you.” A light shade of pink colored Lawrence’s cheeks at the compliment. “As I said earlier, I built her by myself, using only salvaged parts, except the engine. Back then, I didn’t know how to fix a malfunctioning one, but now, thanks to our friend the librarian…”

“She looks like she’s brand new, I bet you spend a lot of time taking care of her.” Albert said, looking in awe at the bike, like a child looked at a toy they knew their parents couldn't afford to buy for them. “Can I touch her, please?”

“Of course you can,” Lawrence answered in a soft voice, his eyes shining with pride. “And yes, I do, because it’s like being in a relationship. Just like a life partner needs to be pampered from time to time, surprised with flowers, small gifts, or romantic dinners, for a long, harmonious relationship, the chopper needs to have the tires and oil changed on time, the engine checked, and also needs to be cleaned and polished.”

Albert ran his fingers along the chromed parts of the bike, so shiny they seemed made of silver. “Um…I think I’m ready for that ride, if the offer still stands. I heard you saying something about a helmet and protective equipment, can you please…”

“Yeah, sure.” Lawrence took the small backpack hanging on the motorbike’s handlebar and rummaged through it. “Here you are, protection pads for the whole arms and legs. There,” he pointed to the other side of the handlebar, “is the helmet.”

“Oh, thank you,” Albert whispered, embarrassed that he didn’t see the backpack and helmet. Rick was right, you’re useless, the baker scolded himself while he put the equipment on, but it only took a few seconds for his mood to brighten up again. “Everything is so comfortable.”

“Hearing this makes me happy.” Lawrence had the same shine in his eyes like when he stepped into Brian’s and Bart’s dining-room.“Welcome aboard,” he proudly smiled while helping Albert climb on the chopper.

“Have fun,” the hosts, Edward, and Julien said in sync as the motorbike took off. “I hope this won’t backfire,” Brian sighed, heading into the house. “I mean, Lawrence is a great guy, him and Albert would make a great pair together, but…”

“He'll be alright.” Julien said in a somewhat flat voice as he walked back into the house. Both of them will; you worry too much.”

“Lawrence will help Albert heal and forget about that abusive bastard, and in turn my best friend will help him get over his insecurities, I’m sure of it.” Brian grinned. “And besides, I’m not pacing the floor yet.”

“I give you five minutes.” Julien flashed a cute grin in the librarian’s direction, then turned to Bart. “Your darling husband here will wear holes in the dining-room floor in less than five minutes; I bet all my money on it.”

“It will only take two minutes for him to start,” the blond smiled knowingly. “Scratch that, he already started.”

“It’s not funny, you guys,” Brian protested, his words greeted by a choir of laughter. “I am worried, you know, I…” He stopped mid-sentenced and joined the other three. There’s more about life than constantly worrying over one thing or another, the librarian said to himself, pushing all the bad thoughts into the back of his mind.

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A sigh of relief escaped Lawrence’s throat as he dropped his pants and boxers, kicking out of them and ripping his socks off his feet. Albert’s gorgeous light-brown eyes heated with appreciation as the biker stalked over to the bed. He preened a little bit with pride in the baker’s blatant appreciation of his body.

I still manage to keep myself in good shape, Lawrence said to himself, smiling inwardly with satisfaction. He was well-toned and had quite a bit of muscular mass on his frame, all those around him complimenting the man on his body.The guard just smiled and thanked them with a nod, secretly wishing for someone who would spend hours and days on end just caressing him and letting himself be caressed.

was Lawrence’s turn to run his eyes up and down Albert’s body, and he liked what he saw. The baker was slender and toned himself, but his body was much softer than the biker’s, who thought he would have loved to feel the other one snuggled against him, or even better, to have the man splayed under him.

Loving on Albert would become my addiction, one I would happily indulge in wherever and whenever I had the chance, the biker continued his internal monologue, as the baker lay back and he climbed between those thighs, so sweetly, almost innocently, spread just for him. Running the tip of his nose up the other one’s warm inner thigh, the guard savored his maleness the closer he got to his personal heaven.

Albert released a sexy little whimper that heated Lawrence’s blood, and he wanted to hear more, so he licked the sweet, smooth skin of baker’s ball sack.The discovery that the baker kept his nether regions smooth made the biker want him even more. He slid his hands, mouth, and cock all over his partner’s smooth flesh.So damn erotic, he thought, almost unable to stop.

Albert arched his back and stuttered Lawrence’s name as the man tongued the length of his pretty cock, working his way to the engorged mushroomed head and sealed his lips around it. The biker groaned at the baker’s taste, the salty precum acting like an aphrodisiac as he sucked him into his mouth.

Lawrence pressed his tongue into Albert’s cock’s slit, the other’s hips bucking forward and driving his luscious shaft further into the biker’s mouth. The baker’s hands found their way into the guard’s long, thick, shiny hair and he fisted it, pulling the man further onto his pulsing cock, making him suck it harder into the back of his throat.

The little mewling noises Albert was making were driving Lawrence’s need for him even higher, so he started bobbing his head, with the baker fucking his mouth to the pace he was setting. The biker’s cock throbbed and leaked continuously like a dripping faucet. He wrapped his hands around the other’s thighs and continued to suckle on his velvety, smooth shaft like he was nursing from him.

Albert was almost incoherent as he moaned and whimpered Lawrence’s name like it was a prayer. The biker loved every minute of it; the other was finally there, with him, and he set out to show him that he was his entire world. He moved one hand to the baker’s ball sack and began to gently roll them as he continued to suck him into the back of his throat.

Lawrence felt Albert’s balls getting tight, and he eased off the man’s cock, giving it one last wet kiss before releasing it altogether to sit back on his legs. The baker whined in protest, but the biker just took him in his hand and stroked him from root to tip, watching with half-lidded eyes how the man writhed for him.

“I want to be buried deep inside this gorgeous body, feeling this sweet little ass of yours clamp down on my cock when you come.” Lawrence purred the words, and the other man released another sweet little whimper in response. A smile playing on his lips, the biker reached for the lube on the bedside table with his free hand and flipped the cap.

Lawrence turned the bottle upside down and squirted a stream of fluid right onto Albert’s pretty cock and let it dribble over the man’s taint and quivering hole. The biker smiled at the sight; he couldn’t wait to push into the baker’s tightness. He flipped the cap of the lube bottle back on and threw it back on to the nightstand.

With his now free hand, Lawrence rubbed the lube into Albert’s skin, warming it, as he continued to stroke him from root to tip with the other. He spread the excess lube all over his aching cock, making sure he primed himself to slip into the other one’s body with as much ease as he could muster.

In that moment, what Lawrence really wanted to do was to slam himself into Albert’s spasming chute all the way to the hilt and fuck him through the mattress. However, he had to prepare him first; he would never consciously hurt the man splayed on the bed, or any other guy, for that matter. The biker slowly worked one finger into the baker’s heated channel and moaned at how Albert’s ass sucked his finger deep into his body.

Lawrence found that shivering little gland and milked it with the tip of his finger, making Albert keen and spread his legs wider. He threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The biker just smirked and worked another finger into him, relentlessly poking and rubbing his prostate.

The smell of Albert’s dripping cock ramped Lawrence up even more; the man on the bed was open for him and he removed his finger and rubbed the head of his almost purple erection against the baker’s quivering hole. The biker gently pushed into heaven and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he popped through the clenched ring of muscle and nerves.

Albert screamed Lawrence’s name and his fingers scraped down the length of the man’s back as he pushed through to the hilt, his balls coming to rest nicely against those of the baker’s. The man on the bed gyrated under the biker and wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, waiting for whatever he was going to give him.

Lawrence pulled back, almost dislodging himself before snapping his hips forward, driving himself in Albert’s heat.He repeated that over and over, as the other man screamed his name. The men’s bodies were slick with sweat and the biker’s jaw was clenched as he rode his partner. His thrusts were so powerful, he had to wrap his arms under the baker’s back and take hold of his shoulders, to keep him from sliding into the headboard.

Lawrence felt Albert’s entire body shudder underneath him and he knew the other one was close. He drove into him faster and could feel his balls getting hotter and hotter as he got closer to his release. The baker’s whole body tensed and his channel clamped almost painfully onto the biker’s shaft as it spasmed and milked his cock dry.

Lawrence could feel the heat of Albert’s release as it pulsed line after line of cum onto his abdomen and the other’s chest. The feel of it triggered the biker’s own release, and he thrusted deep one more time before his balls erupted and he filled the biker with his very essence. His body jerked like he was having a seizure and he couldn’t even breathe as he continued to come inside the one he started to have feelings for.

Lawrence’s body gave one last shudder before he collapsed on top of Albert panting, sweaty, and sated. Then, he rolled on one side, wrapped the baker in his arms, pecked his sweet lips and whispered the three magic words in his ear.

“I love you.”