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little more action between my legs than I'm used to."
    With a low-throated chuckle to cover up the leftover swell of emotion threatening to choke Devon, he side-hugged Scott as hard as he could. Pressing his lips to Scott's hair, he continued. "Long story short, my dad drank a lot, fucked around a lot and liked to hit me and my mom a lot." He nuzzled his nose against Scott's neck, Scott's scent seeping into his senses like a drug straight into his bloodstream. "When I got my first bike, I felt like I was finally free. It wasn't true, not really, but knowing I could get the hell away if I really wanted—needed—made things a little easier."
    Scott pushed his fingers through Devon's hair, massaging the back of his head while he ghosted his lips over his jaw. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?"
    Devon had no words, just the tightening of his arm around Scott's shoulders and the excessive increase in his heart rate. "I um… you know I feel the same. We could go for a little spin around the block to see if you can handle it first? If not, we'll take the Volkswagon instead."
    He loved the smile of gratitude on Scott's face and let him know with a quick brush of his lips. Scott returned the kiss then stepped back from Devon, his gaze traveling determinedly to the motorcycle at the curb.
    With a heavy sigh, Scott flicked his gaze back to Devon. "We're still learning each other and out of all the days we've had together, today is quickly becoming one of my favorites… I think."
    *****
    Devon stifled a chuckle as he helped Scott off the bike seat, steadying him with an arm around his waist while Scott's knees threatened to buckle and he white-knuckled the bottom of Devon's jacket. "You okay, babe?"
    Scott didn't answer and since the helmet still hid his entire face and head, Devon wasn't sure what to think. There hadn't been any screaming. Their practice run around the block hadn't sent Scott running to his car or, and had Scott seemed to catch on to the logical aspects of riding behind Devon, the important ones being leaning when Devon leaned and not causing gaping welts in Devon's sides from gripping too tightly. Devon thought Scott had done awesome. He hoped Scott felt the same way because he sure as fuck didn't want to have broken his boyfriend on Valentine's Day.
    "Darlin', you're freaking me out. Can you say something at least? Do you need to sit down or take a pill or somethin'?"
    Mumbles came from beneath the blackness of the visor just before Scott raised a shaky hand and tried to lift the helmet over his head. There was more grumbling when he let go of Devon's jacket with the other hand and grasped the thing properly. Devon imagined that In cartoons there would have been a loud "popping" sound when Scott tugged it off but unfortunately, this was the real world so it was only a loud gasp that followed.
    Scott's hair was again sticking up here, there and everywhere, a touch of static making it even more over-the-top. His eyes were wide and somewhat stunned when he finally gazed at Devon, his mouth pulled tight into a straight line so Devon had no idea whether to hug him or duck and cover.
    "Um… babe," Devon said gently, moving his hand to rest on the small of Scott's back, his other hand trying to smooth down the wild nest on top of Scott's head.
    "I'm not sure if I'm going to come or throw-up," Scott whispered. "You… that… does it always… um… vibrate like that?"
    Holy hell, Scott had his first bike-woodie! That was so damn awesome that the next thing that popped into Devon's head was hauling Scott into the closest alley and dropping to his knees. His thoughts of Valentine's Day obviously leaned more to the lecherous than the romantic, at least so far.
    "Gives you kind of a kick, doesn't it? How's the anxiety? No panic?"
    Scott drew in a noticeably large breath but shook his head in response. He handed Devon his helmet then gazed at the place the building they'd stopped in front of. " Eat Big or Go