Roaring Hearts

Fast Love

"Where are you going again, Nong?" Earth inquires as he takes the coffee Mix is handing him.
"Just hanging out with friends," Ohm replies nonchalantly as he picks up his helmet from the countertop next to the back door.
"Friends?" Bible remarks with a chuckle. "I warn you. We do not have any more space for more bikes."
"I don't know what you are talking about," Ohm dismisses his Phi's warning before heading out.

Ohm's eyes light up when he reaches today's secret location. This is where he belongs, even if he feels grateful every day towards his friends for taking him in and accepting him unconditionally.
"So, are you here to compete?" Din approaches Ohm, who is still sitting on his sports bike.
"That depends. Do you have a competent opponent?" Ohm looks through the crowd, and most people respectfully greet him. It is not only because he belongs to the Chatri, but almost every rider here has already lost against him.
"There is this new guy. He has been bragging for days now that he is the fastest one in Thailand." Din points to a man who has two girls on his side. Even without hearing the words coming from his mouth, Ohm already knows the nonsense the man is uttering.
"Looks like I will have to put him in his place, Phi!" Ohm tells the illegal race organizer with a confident grin.
"Okay, I will let him know. You will be on after the next race." Din notifies his favorite rider before he leaves to inform today's Ohm's opponent.

"P'Ohm," Fa purrs as she walks up to him.
"Sawadee Fa. How are you tonight?" Ohm lets his eyes travel over the girl's mostly exposed body as he greets her. He licks his lips while his hands wander over her hips as she leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Bored! How about we ..." Fa lightly bites Ohm's ear, sending a shiver through his body.
"Sorry, but I race after this one. Maybe we can celebrate later." The man suggests to Fa, pulling her in for a hot kiss.
"I like the sound of it," She replies as she steps back. "Who are you racing?"
Ohm points to the man, who stares back at him. She warns him, "P'Luck? You better be cautious. I have heard he is ..."
"Do not worry about me. You know I am too fast for him to catch me." Ohm declares before Din calls the two riders to the start line.
Fa steps between the two bikers, asking for both to indicate to her that they are ready.
Ohm focuses on the straight raceway before him. He can already see the crowd at the end of the one-kilometre track. Fa's hand is high in the air, and for a second, Ohm misses looking at her and omits seeing when she starts the race. Quickly, he roars his engine up and follows his rival, who is leading.

Ohm chuckles in his helmet when he comes closer to the other man within seconds. He really wants to put the latter in his place and starts to taunt the latter by riding next to him. Always just a little behind to give the other one the illusion that he will win.
"This is no fun," Ohm remarks with a grin and turns down the gas handle, speeding off, leaving the other man breathing only his dust.
The crowd is ecstatic when Ohm crosses the finish line as the winner.
As he walks up to his opponent to collect his win, he compliments him, "Good race."
It is an unwritten law that the loser has to hand over his bike to the winner.
The loser refuses to give over his keys, spitting out, "I want a re-race. You have cheated for sure."
"Give him the keys!" Din warns the other man as he steps in with six of his fiercest men.
"This is not the end," Luck warns Ohm as he throws the keys to his feet and walks away with two other men.
"Time to celebrate!" Ohm exclaims as he pulls Fa close to his body.

"Are you sure you do not want to go to my car?" Fa asks between moans.
Ohm has her sitting on his bike, placing kisses on her exposed flesh.
"Too boring. How about my bike this time?" He cockily replies as he begins to pull the strap of her top down her arm with his teeth.
Suddenly, he is forcefully pulled off his bike. As he hits the ground, he shouts out, "YAH!"
"Fa get P'Din!" Ohm instructs the girl as he looks at the pistol pointed at him.
"My keys!" Luck demands as he pulls Ohm up by his T-shirt.
"No way. I won your bike square and fair." Ohm refuses, not letting the pistol rile him too much.
"You really think I am here to ask nicely." Luck punches Ohm, who falls to the ground again.