The silence of the morning was broken by the roar engines. The sun had just begun to rise over the raceway and two cars stood alongside one another their engines bellowing with fury edging to screech off.
Between the Chevrolet Bel Air and The Ford Thunderbird, a sleek blonde woman stood holding two flags in her hands.
Franki tapped the gas pedal, the Chevy growled in delight. Jason sat alongside Franki, smiling broadly.
"You ready?" Franki asked revving the engine loudly, he was smiling at Jason.
Jason could not keep his eyes off Franki, their passionate fervour of the previous night, he felt almost unable to restrain himself from taking Franki then and there.
"If you are," Jason replied.
The young woman with the flags brought them down.
Time seemed to freeze
Jason's eyes trained directly on Franki.
As Franki's foot hit the gas lurching them forward ahead of the Thunderbird which stalled. Jason knew he no longer only loved the roar of an engine; he no longer loved only the sleek body of a car and he was no longer only fully intoxicated by the speed of the motor, rather he loved the sound of Franki's Italian-American voice, he loved the tight toned definition lines of Franki's body and he loved the speed at which his heart pounded in his chest when he was near Franki.
Above all Jason knew he was in love.
THE END
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A Well Oiled Heart
Storie d'amore"In the space of a heartbeat, Jason was no longer thinking about the Chevy but about the tall, dark haired sculpture of a man that stood smiling at him. Jason bit his lip slightly as he inspected the machine of manhood which stood before him..." His...
