Biker Boy
Inspired by the movie Biker Boyz.
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Scott was one of the coolest people in high school. His hair was dyed blue and he owned a motorcycle, on which he drove to school everyday. He had a boyfriend called Mitch. A small, thin brunette with big brown eyes with a big heart.
Even though Scott seemed badass, he loved Mitch very much. He was smart and also a choir nerd.
He took Mitch out every weekend when he was doing street racing. His parents didn't really approve of it, especially his mother. His dad was okay with it, because he himself used to do street racing.
"Mitchie, I'm waiting outside." Scott said through the phone to his boyfriend.
"I'm literally coming out." Mitch replied. Scott chuckled.
"But Mitchie, I though you already came out as gay. You're not bisexual or pansexual or whatever else."
"Nope I'm not. I didn't mean it like that, gosh."
Scott laughed, "I know, I know. I would still love you even if you were bisexual, pansexual, transgender even. I'm waiting."
"I'm coming!"
"That's what she said."
"God, stop." Mitch hung up and seconds later walked out the door, his backpack resting on his butt, his hair perfectly styled and a pair of sunglasses resting on his nose.
His boyfriend was leaning against his parked motorcycle and an extra helmet in his hand.
Mitch walked right up to him and kissed him on the lips. "Hey, bad boy."
"Hey, baby." Scott kissed back with the same amount of love and passion.
Mitch took the black helmet from Scott and put it on his head, fastening the clip under his chin. Scott helped Mitch up onto the motorcycle, before getting on himself.
He revved the engine and Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott's waist as he always did. They sped off down the road and headed in the direction of school.
They had arrived at school and Scott parked in his usual spot. He turned off the ignition and stood the bike on its stand. He jumped off and helped his boyfriend off as well.
They took their helmets off and carried them to their lockers, after Scott got his backpack out from the under-seat compartment.
"Babe, what have you got first?" Scott asked, as they searched through their lockers.
"Um, calculus with Smith. You?"
"History with the cute guy."
"You are not allowed to call anyone 'cute' besides me and puppies."
"Baby, are you jealous?" Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist and kissed behind his ear.
"Are you flirting with him?"
"Baby, I would never. You're the only one that I love, besides Beyonce, but that's different. I would never cheat on you baby. I love you."
"I love you too. Walk me to class?"
"As always." Scott grabbed Mitch's small hand and walked him to his calculus class.
As they were early, Scott slid down the wall and pulled Mitch onto his lap.
"It's Friday." Scott stated.
"That's true."
"Do you want to come over and stay the night? My parents are out tonight."
"Sure. I love staying at yours."
"Great, text your Dad."
"Will do." At that very moment, the bell above them rang and Mitch stood up, holding his hand out for the blonde.
"I'll see you period three and four because we've got double choir." Scott kissed Mitch and grabbed his backpack, disappearing into the crowd.
They texted during class, Mitch losing focus in class and Mr. Grumpy Smith had to tell him off a couple of times. When break rolled around, Mitch reunited with Scott and Kirstie hung out with them too.
Next was choir. Their favorite subject. They were assigned to do a duet for the following week and Scott immediately pulled Mitch to his side.
Later than day, they were snuggling on the couch, watching a movie. After the movie they went for a street race. Mitch was cheering his boyfriend on and of course as always, Scott won.
They got home at about 8pm. Mitch headed for Scott's room while Scott made them some hot chocolate. The small Italian boy stripped off his shirt and layed down on top of Scott's blue comforter.
Soon, Scott came into the room and straddled Mitch's waist. Mitch opened his eyes and saw Scott's bare torso. His eyes traveled further south and admired Scott's abs and he was only wearing boxers, a slight bulge in sight.
Mitch grazed his hand down Scott's abs and suddenly felt insecure and uncomfortable in his body. Scott noticed the sudden change in mood and spoke up.
"Mitchie? I know you're feeling insecure again. Your body is beautiful."
"No, it's not. I'm too fat."
"How are you fat? You're skinny as fuck. How much do you even weigh?"
"One-four-three."
"Baby, that's tiny. You do not need to lose more weigh. I don't want you being anorexic. You're beautiful, baby. Please don't be insecure. I love you."
"I love you too."
Scott leaned down to kiss Mitch, his spike-type necklace by Jonathan Cardillo touched Mitch's bare chest and grazed it slightly. When they pulled apart, Scott took Mitch's necklace into his hand.
"You've still got it." Scott cooed, with a smile.
"Of course I do. You gave it me." It was a silver necklace with a small circle pendant, that Scott gave Mitch as a gift on their first anniversary.
The blond stayed straddling Mitch's hips and he subconsciously started moving his hips against Mitch. Both of their lengths started growing in size.
"Please make love to me, Scott."
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