Page 4 of Not Even A Mouse
Take me on a ride
Andy
Andrus Kasmouski paused at theback doorand leaned his ass against thecrashbar, hands filled with trash bags for the dumpster. “Last load,” he yelled into the kitchen, “go ahead and leave. I’m finished locking up.” He heard an answering call that dwindled down to nothing and knew the cook was already headed out the side door. Grinning, Andypushed through the door and turned only to stop in surprise. Leaning against the nearby wall, arms folded across his chest, was the biker from inside.Damn, he looks good.
After an evening of heated looks and flirty exchanges, Andy had issued the invitation without any real expectation the man would take him up on it. Two hours ago, he’d handed over a drink paired with a scribbled-on napkin featuringa number and time, whispering only, “I get off at two.” From the nervous way the guy’s gaze had swept the nearby tables, Andy had immediately chalked it up to anonstarter. The guy was just a curious lookie-loo who wasn’t as interested as Andy had initially read him.
Now, even though the biker was the one waiting in the alley, Andy felt something was off. Far from looking relaxed, the man seemedfrozen in place. The uncomfortable look on his face suggested his pose was too-casual, a studied posture shouting uncertainty. The silence stretched on while Andy looked him up and down. Finally, as if compelled to speak, the guy blurted, “Hey.”
Andy nearly rolled his eyes at the lame greeting. He disposed of the trash and made his way towards the biker. He took his time, moving slowly becausehe expected the man to bolt at any moment. Hand on one hip, Andy asked, “Youwaiting onme?”Please, God, let him be down for this. Not normally the type to pray for a hookup, but Andy wanted this guy. He’d seemed intelligent and opinionated, willing to debate his points on sports and politics, listening closely when Andy spoke but ready with a rebuttal. Strong and confident, something that wasin short supply in Andy’s life these days. He found he wanted the kind of release that came from being with someone who might be able to take him outside of his own head for a few minutes.
The where had been up in the air at first. Finances restricted going the hotel route, and Andy didn’t normally take his hookups to his home. Not that there were a lot of hookups, but there was too much uncertaintyin the world these days to let just anyone know where he lived. But Andy figured the biker wouldn’t have any trouble finding out his address if he’d wanted, and something about this guy seemed different.
Trustworthy. Andy focused on that, not the fact the man was in a motorcycle gang.
The tall, quiet man had seemed steady, less frantic to prove himself than so many of the queers who came intothe bar. A lot of them were baby gays, expecting if a man like Andy was behind the bar then it would be more LGBTQ welcoming than some of the more redneck places in town. Andy worked hard to make sure the place was safe for those who were trying their freedom, some of them taking their closet-bound training wheels off for the first time.Like this guy?
Andy’s maybe-date nodded jerkily and reachedout, resting one hand palm-first against Andy’s chest. He looked surprised at the contact, almost as if his body had acted without his permission. Andy covered the hand, tucking his fingers around to hold it in place, liking the heat and firmness of the touch.Oh, yeah. I can work with this guy.
The temperature was unexpectedly balmy, shirt-sleeve comfortable for a late fall night, the air warmas bathwater around them. Andy looked around and found the angular shadow he’d expected, up near the building where the motorcycle club members normally parked their bikes.In for a penny, he thought. “Since we’re headed to the same place”—please God—“can I hitch a ride? My car’s in the shop.” He’d been planning on bussing it, but this would at least give the guy a solid excuse to make it allthe way to Andy’s house, and with the car’s brakes being worked on, it wasn’t a lie.
“You wanna ride with me?” Something of wonder rumbled through the sweet-sounding baritone voice, accompanied by what sounded very much like a dark thread of desire. “I never…” His breath sounded shaky, and Andy pressed harder against his hand, willing the man to feel how his heart beat faster at the idea, too.You’re not alone, promise. “Sure. I can do that. Okay.” The biker nodded, seeming to convince himself. “Okay.” That repeat of the word was stronger, filled with conviction, and Andy pulled in a breath, encouraging the man with his gaze.Keep going. “You ever ride a bike?” Andy shook his head. “Okay.” Andy got a quicklesson inwhat to do and more importantly, what not to, and then they were off.
Once on the road, Andy grinned as the air rushed past his ears, filling his head with white noise. He held tightly to the man’s waistband on either side, keeping a few inches of space between their bodies. The biker had seemed to tense when Andy snugged up close at first, but relaxed as soon as he’d slipped farther back on the seat.
The turn to his house was coming up, so Andy leanedforwardsand put his mouth near the guy’s ear, half shouting, “Next right.” The man nodded and turned his headslightly,and his mouth was right there, so close Andy couldn’t help himself, angling his head to graze the corner of the biker’s lips with a kiss. The man’s eyeswidened,and then he turned to face ahead, the bike leaning as they rounded the corner. He shifted slightly after they had straightenedafter the turn, and heat brushed Andy’s chest from the guy’s leather vest as the biker saggedbackwardsinto him.
He took that as an invitation and shifted forwards, tucking his chin over the guy’s shoulder, grinning at both the thrill of the solid form between his legs and the adventure of speeding down the street with nothing between him and disaster, except this man and his clearly evidentskill with the machine. Filled with sudden confidence, Andy let one hand slip down the man’s hip and curve around, fingertips grazing the front of his jeans. He sucked in a breath, surprised when he found a hard cock just waiting for his caress. The engine of the bike stuttered when he palmed the erection, evening back out when he kept a steady pressure instead of the teasing touch he’d begun with.
“Next left,” he said, lips once again against the curve of the man’s ear as he shifted his hand back up.
With the swiftly moving bike under him and the warm and solid presence of the man in front of him, Andy felt intoxicated by the moment, poised on the cusp of anything and everything.
