Good Boys Don't

This was so much better than what he’d planned. Kisses wouldn’t end, as if both of them were reluctant to make that final step and let go. “So this was the highlight of my life. Now I’m gonna spend the rest of it chasing this high,” Nate said softly, and pulled Curtis closer with his legs.

Curtis sighed, pressing their foreheads together. “You’re real special. You’ll have no problem finding the next victim to your lovely lips.”

Nate rested his head on Curtis’s shoulder and breathed in his scent. “Who’s gonna be as exciting as you? Plays in an awesome band, rides a bike, fucks like a demon...”

Curtis kissed the side of his head, hugging him tightly. “I’d love to just steal you away.”

Nate snorted, hugging his lover. A boy could dream. “Why don’t you?”

Curtis backed out just enough to look into Nate’s eyes. “You’re much wilder than you look, but would you dare take that step? Would you walk out of here, hop on the back of my bike and not look back?”

Nate was too startled to speak, and his mind burned with the multitude of things he ought to do. College. Obligations to family and friends. Then again, did he actually want to deal

with any of those? He’d known for a while that he and his parents needed a bit of separation before he could even consider coming out to them. He’d planned that for college. But did he even want to go to college?

“Please, tell me you’re serious.”

Curtis licked his kissable lips. “I am if you are, babe.”

Nate gave a short laugh, but Curtis’s face didn’t change. He really meant what he was saying. His heart beat faster, and despite his responsible mind already nagging at him, Nate squeezed Curtis’s hand.

“Please.”

Curtis took a deep breath, his gaze as intense as when they’d been fucking. “Let’s do it,” he said and zipped his pants.

They walked out of the back room hand in hand. Nate’s heart skipped a beat when a stranger saw them together, but he couldn’t hide his interest in the man next to him. When they got to the motorcycle, Nate got to strap Curtis’s electric bass across his body so that he could hug the strong back.

His mind still wondered if he hadn’t dreamt it all up, but when the motorcycle came to life, trembling between his legs, he put his cheek on Curtis’s shoulder, hugging his new lover and driving off on the back of his motorcycle.

Jesus, take the wheel.

The end