Wild Weekend: "Theo and Jay's day off" part one (Sunday afternoon)

Brego.

You named your bike Brego.

I run my hands over his sleek lines, feel the rumble of his engine. He is indeed a magnificent beast. You slip your leg over him, and I mount up behind you, thighs gripping yours, hands slipping around your waist. I have no idea why anyone whould want to drive around in cars, when they could ride bikes like this.

We take off down the road, and it does not take long for me to get used to the way he moves, tipping my hips in time with yours as we swerve round corners, in and out of cars. Then the road opens before us, the sea on one side.

Jay: When I told you what I named my Harley, the grin on your face told me I'd made the right choice. It doesn't take me long to get used to movin' with your weight behind me, and I decide to take a longer route just to give you a real ride. I take us off the main streets, into the wooded backroads, and once I find an open coastal stretch, I reach down to squeeze your hand in warnin' before I really let Brego fly. Your arms tighten around my waist, sendin' a thrill to my heart just as fierce as the jump in my belly as I see the needle on the speedometer creep past 75, past 80, past 85 , past 90. . .

( My body moulds itself to yours ... )

Wild Weekend: "Theo and Jay's day off" part two (Sunday Evenin')

Jay: I'm still feelin' all calm from the walk in the garden, and the ride back is real slow and easy as I take Brego along some new streets in Wellington. Been a day for tryin' new things, figure new roads should be a part of that, too.

Seems my instincts'll always lead me back to where I feel I most belong, and I realize we've cruised into a much less posh part of town than you're used to. Not quite as bad as the neighborhood I'd met Tain and Rusty in, but this place is definitely not the fuckin' country club landscape that Dave's 'burb is. We pass by sprawlin' apartment complexes, the buildings old, but in good condition, with lots of folks kinda millin' about and hangin' out together on this Sunday evenin'. There's a small group of kids runnin' around and whackin' each other with plastic swords, and I wish I could turn around to see your face as you watch the hideous swordplay. Their age is no excuse; I know how young you were when you first swung a sword, and by the time you were as old as those kids you were perfectly confident in your ability to kill. Never innocent. I don't envy your life one bit, Theodred.

Theo: This place is different to the sterility of the streets around Dave’s home. People have gathered outdoors to enjoy the evening, much as they would in Edoras, children playing, women gossiping, old men remembering tales of their youth. The buildings are different, but the feeling is the same and reminds me more of home than any other part of the city we have seen. At one point I have to resist the urge to have Jay stop Brego so I can give some sword lessons. It is a strange feeling to know that most likely, these children will never need the skill to defend themselves with a sword.

Jay: Brego gets a couple of admirin' whistles from crowd of guys loafin' on a porch, and I have to squeeze your arm to keep you from jumpin' off to confront them as you get the wrong idea. I nod at the guys in thanks as we ride on, but I'm still chucklin' quietly to myself under the helmet. You still don't understand so much about this world, about the ins and out of what's right and what's not, and I wish I had more than one day to cram all these little lessons in. How do you show someone everythin' in just a few hours? You just can't.

We pass by a small shoppin' center, nothin' more but a few discount stores and a one-screen movie theater, when I remember there's still one very important thing you've never been introduced to, though it's the fuckin' reason you're even here with me in the first place.

( You wanna see what a movie is, Theo? )

Includes a little NC-17 action

Wild Weekend: The and Jay: Time's up ... (Monday morning)

Jay: The chimin' of the alarm clock yanks me from sleep with a groan, and my hand flies out to smack the snooze button on the annoyin' machine beside me. Fuck. 7:30a.m. already. Feels like I just went back to sleep. Yeah, I know I thought it would be a good idea to set the alarm for early in the mornin', seein' as I didn't want Dave to find us still sleepin' in his bed when he got home, but after the night we had, I feel like I hardly slept at all.

You stir next to me, moanin' a little in protest as you curl up tighter. But despite the frown creasin' your brow, a little smile plays on your lips, remindin' me just how worth it every second we stayed up was. I snuggle down next to you, tryin' to eek out a few more moments of quiet before we gotta face what the day'll bring.

( God, today is gonna suck for all three of us )