Karl had looked to his side at the boy he'd pulled up next to, planted a foot on the ground to stabilize himself and the bike he straddled. They locked eyes across the lane, sat a little too close together with a mutual lack of helmets. It drew Karl just a touch closer to the stranger in the figurative sense, like an agreement that went unknown between themselves. Maybe he was a little bit stupid, like Karl. A little bit impulsive and a little bit too driven by cute boys on hot motorcycles. "Wanna race?" -- In a city of eternal darkness, Karl finds the greatest thrill in high-speed racing. Maybe he'll find a thrill in boys who feel like flame, too.

this is not mine this is from Ao3 the original is by honkdaddyy !i am just posting this for the people who do not have access to Ao3! -2 chapters - description- "You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags.

Accelerate but from gogys pov