Jay x Daniel - You Came With the Spring

dastardly biker boy - part 2 (Daniel)

Daniel was sweating.

He knew he shouldn't be, standing in the cold, but he was.

He shivered, nerves quivering with fear and excitement. His palms clenched tight and he hastily wiped them on the front of his shirt. He pulled his oversized shirt down with one hand and pushed back his dark hair with the other.

He was going to hang out with friends today. For the first time in his life he was invited to go somewhere just to hang out. He wouldn't be going as an errand boy.

Daniel pulled his jacket close to him and felt chills. He couldn't hold back his smile.

I'm going to sit down, talk about my day, and laugh with friends. We'd buy each other burgers and soda and maybe sneak into a field in the middle of the night to have a picnic. . .

As various fantasies flashed through his head he let out a giddy hum. Picnic in the middle of the night! That would be so exciting!

Daniel looked up at the moon.
Would he have actual friends if he went to school in his real body?

He looks down the street, the decline of the hill making the houses warped and twisted. He'd wanted to move here. He wanted to escape his life, escape the constant bullying - the torment. He wanted to forget Logan Lee and the memories that followed him.

It all came back to his appearance.

The friends he had now. Would they be so nice if they met the original Daniel?

That was when Daniel Park came to a sullen conclusion. If he'd met his classmates in his other body, there would be no picnics in the dark.

His throat became dry and a gash tore into his stomach, pulsing inside. He looked down at himself. Athletic, healthy, strong. Perfect.

This body. . .

Daniel's thoughts were caught off by the distant roar of a bike and was brought back to reality.

That reminded him, when was Jay going to get there?

Now the sweat was cold on his body and he could see little puffs of white when he breathed. It might have been almost spring but it was still cold outside.

Just when Daniel was deciding whether or not to call, the bike he'd been hearing pulled into Daniel's street. The rider, wearing a slick, black outfit rode atop an expensive monster: custom leds and a double intake.

Daniel's eyes wandered at the lean body, admiring the tight ass and slim legs.

I would die to get a ride on that thing.

The biker climbed the hill then stopped abruptly on the road beside Daniel.

The rider turned off his bike and pulled back his helmet.

Dyed blond hair fell out and settled in a long fringe, covering his eyes and a silver earing dangled from his right ear. Soft pink lips stopped, hesitated, then curved into a slow smile. Daniel locked eyes on those lips and he felt heat twitch between his legs.

Jay parked the rumbling beast and turned it off. The street was left in thick silence following the absence of sound. Daniel's eyes curved to the other boy's neck; the look of leather against pale skin; and the shine of his lips reflecting against the streetlamp.

Daniel was caught completely unaware of the one word that flitted through his mind. Sexy.

He'd been aware of the fact since he was 14 years old - he was bi. But he'd serpressed his attraction to males and sugar coated the restless voice inside his head. It often came in a quick, guilty glance at an attractive stranger. Or a lengthy, analytical gaze at a man on a magazine cover, stating facts like 'he has nice legs' or 'damn that's a sharp jawline' followed by 'I wish I had those'. And really, he just wanted to fuck them.

For the fact of the matter Daniel Park never pursued and never accepted, he was very much in the closet.

But with the way the heat traveled downward and how the cold air became a burning hell fire, the boy couldn't deny Jay was attractive. He was more than attractive. He was drop dead gorgeous.

"H-hey," was all Daniel could sputter out. He checked the time on his phone. "You're right on time."

Jay smiled and held up a finger. He opened a secret compartment somewhere and after a few moments pulled out another helmet.

"Is that for me?"

Jay nodded enthusiastically, the smile never leaving his lips.

Daniel's face twitched. He'd never worn a helmet before, or rode a bike. The thought always frightened him a little, but secretly, he craved the thrill. He was about to voice his hesitation when Jay shook his head.

He pressed a light finger to Daniel's lips, signaling for quiet.

The brunette's blood circulation icened then turned to liquid flame.  He fought off the flush in his cheeks and he shifted his stance. Jay brushed Daniel's dark hair out of the way and pulled the helmet over his head.

It was tight, the slides clinging to his head for a few seconds before it eased all the way in. Jay flashed his teeth in a smile warding all worries away. He swiftly straddled the seat, tight black jeans leaving little to the imagination.

Now mostly hidden behind the helmet, Daniel's cheeks turned a soft red and he worried at his lip, eyes flickering and looking anywhere but the blond.

Jay waved his hand over to the bike.

Daniel swung a leg to the other side and sat on the seat. His eyes strained to look downward and what they saw nearly gave him a heart attack.

Behind the waistband of Jay's tight jeans was the slit of his pale ass.

Sweet Mary Jesus. . . Isn't it cold down there?

Daniel made a strained sound at the back of his throat. He heard a cough as Jay attempted to shift and see what was going on. His ass moved further into view, pressing against the seat. The boy's eyes followed the curve.

He panicked. "Oh-! Um. . .sorry. It's nothing. We should probably get going. Yeah, they might be waiting. Yeah." Daniel stopped then laughed nervously at the bond's next suggestion. "Oh, yeah. . .of course-!"

He kept a decent enough gap between them but at Jay's suggestion the boy pressed closer until he felt that tight ass flush against him.

Oh no.

Think. Ugly hipster ponies. Flying turkeys. Dancing chihuahuas.

Jay's ass shifted till it was pressed even tighter against Daniel's - miraculously - still softened dick.

Daniel bit hard into his lip to stop the soft moan as the blond shifted again to get comfortable. It's almost like he was doing it on purpose.

The blond finally stopped moving and turned the rumble back on, and they were off.