A Well Oiled Heart

Chapter 4

Jason stepped out the door into the cold night air, the moon starting to rise above the buildings. Jason felt afraid, but he knew if he did not stand up for himself, he would forever regret it.

Mikey had brought his gang, he stood in front of his Thunderbird smoking a cigarette, his hair was oiled back and he wore the Black Jackets signature jacket with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. Mikey was surrounded by his henchmen, each a replica of their leader, each one exuding arrogant overconfidence. Jason looked back and he could see Franki standing nervously behind him. Without hesitating, Jason reached back and audaciously took Franki's hand into his own.

"Fucking faggots, don't even have shame, boys" Mikey announced. The group behind him laughed, some spat onto the ground.

Jason knew each of them personally, he had worked on their cars, and he had gone to school with many of them. Jason tried to step forward he could feel Franki's grip tighten.

"Trust me," Jason whispered so only Franki could hear him. He felt Franki's grip slacken.

"I think you should back off," Jason said walking forward.

"Ohhhhh," Mikey mocked. "I'm so scared of the queer." The group around Mikey laughed.

Jason walked closer to Mikey and pointed the wrench at his chest.

"Back off!" Jason said loudly.

"Or what you going to do Nancy," Mikey asked walking into the wrench.

"You think you are a big man to call me Nancy," Jason asked pushing the wrench hard into Mikey's chest. "Last year when you got your ride, who showed you how to change your tyre?" the group behind Mikey became quiet.

"And you Ricky, who helped you with cash when you gambled it all away?" Jason asked. Mikey looked at Ricky and shook his head.

"You think this makes you a man?" Mikey asked pushing the wrench away. "My grandmother is more of a man than you."

"You call me a queer, you call Franki a Nancy but he could outrace anyone of you anytime," Jason told them, he looked at Franki and could feel his heart thrashing in his chest. There was no longer any place to hide. Jason was taking hold of who he truly was.

"Is that right?" Mikey asked spitting on the ground. "That sounds like a challenge."

"It's not a challenge it's a fact," Franki said stepping forward. "I could beat you anytime, anywhere."

"That does sound like a challenge," Ricky said edging Mikey on. "I think they wanna race."

"If you win we leave town," Jason said. "But if we win you back off and stay away from us."

"Or we could kick your ass," Mikey said with a cocky grin.

"You telling me you're too chicken to race a couple of homos?" Jason replied.

Franki took Jason's hand. Jason felt strong, he felt happy he knew whatever happened, Franki was with him standing by his side.

"I'm no chicken, faggot, you want to race let's do it now," Mikey replied, his henchmen let out a cheer.

"Can't now, need to fix my tyre," Franki said holding Jason hand tightly.

"Now, whose chicken?" Mikey said to the enjoyment of his friends.

"Tomorrow," Jason said quickly. "Down at the track."

Mikey nodded his head, "You faggots, got lucky tonight, you have till noon." Mikey spat.

After a few minutes, the Black Jackets were gone leaving Franki and Jason standing alone outside the workshop the moon had risen above them and cast soft blue light across the street.

Franki smiled broadly, "I don't know how you did that."

"It's easy when you are protecting someone you care about," Jason replied, put his arms around Franki and pulled him closer, smiled and kissed Franki.

***

The kiss was more explosive than the last time, his sense erupted in fury a passionate desire overwhelmed him and before Franki knew it they were inside the workshop, thrashing from side to side as their mouths met in a symphony of fervour.

Franki felt his shirt come off.

He was feverishly working at removing Jason's overall. This time, he would not stop until Jason was right up against him naked. Franki felt his cock harden as he ran his hands across Jason's muscular body. Their lips remained locked in their passionate kiss as Jason shed the last of his overall.

Franki breathed hard as Jason unbuckled his jeans as he pulled off his shirt.

"Are you ready?" Jason asked pulling Franki's naked body against his own. Franki was shaking, he had never experienced such passion, everything in him was screaming with desire.

"I'm ready if you are." He replied his voice shaking.

Before he could think Jason was kissing him again pushing him back towards the workbench which was covered in tools. The workbench was cold against the workbench. Jason made quick work of the tools and threw them to the floor. His eyes hungrily trained Franki.