Bikerxbiker Stories

Kal and Roman are best buddies.They enjoy going for late night rides together, playing video games together,or going to gym together.They are practically glued to each other. Kal is that type of guy who is asked by every girl for his number,while Roman is just a shy introverted guy who just wants to ride his bike all night rather than spending it with a girl,like how Kal does. But Roman doesn't really mind that,what maybe bothers him is that Kal rarely spends his night running from cops alongside Roman lately. And Roman simply cannot understand why Kal can't just refuse those girls already,it is not that he was forced to sleep with every girl who asked for his number.And that starts to low-key upset Roman more and more everyday. Kal sees that something about the way Roman talks to him these days is different,he seems annoyed. The air changes,as if there is something heavy in the air. Kal doesn't understand why he is feeling guilty like Roman is just his friend why would he care how he is feeling if he doesn't spend his time with him? He wants to keep their friendship,it took years to build a connection like theirs,but he starts observing Roman more and more,the way his body feels hotter when he jokes around touching him,or the way his chest goes up and down when he is struggling with exercises in the gym,or the way he is laughing when they are running from the cops.His desire to maintain the friendship becomes an obsession,that bad that he starts refusing girls just to spend his time with Roman. Something heavy is in the air,is it just an innocent wish or something more dangerous?

There are rules. Don't race drunk. Don't underestimate your opponent. And whatever you do... Don't fall for the people you've always called home. It's a rule none of them ever planned on breaking. The bikers claim the open roads. The street racers own every corner. Together, they're the kind of family built through loyalty instead of blood, held together by roaring engines, shared meals at impossible hours, sarcastic insults that somehow mean I love you, and the certainty that if one of them falls, the other three will be there before the bike or car stops moving. Until the flirting stops being a joke. The rivalry stops being just a race. And every road they thought they knew starts leading somewhere completely different. Some stories begin with once upon a time. Theirs begins with... "No helmets, no keys." "I forgot both." "...How-?"