Disclaimer: Don't own it! But I want to, damn it.
Author's Note: Takes place during the first movie, but I'll be doing a long story that takes place after the 4th movie. So be patient please if you like it.
Warning: This is about a guy liking another GUY!!!
It was the adrenaline that did him in every time. The rush. The thrill. He lived for it. Fed off of it. He couldn't imagine his life without the high that he got from racing. The unbeatable feeling of… joy? No, that wasn't the word.
So, what was?
What was this feeling that he got? This excitement? His hands shook and his breath came out a little too fast for such little exertion. Nothing ever made him feel this way. Not like racing. Nothing.
Until Dom…
Dominic Toretto… The true Italian mobster of LA.. That man made him feel like he'd just raced the most important race of his life every time his blue eyes caught with Dom's dark charcoal ones. It was crazy really. This feeling that just jumped out of nowhere the second he set eyes on the buff baldy. He'd never felt for a man before, and never did after. Just him. Just Dom.
Crazy…
It was all so wild. This world that Dom pulled him into. This place that went against everything he'd changed himself into. Brian O'Connor had worked so hard to be perfect after getting out of juvy. He even left his best friend behind. And now?
He was falling right back into old habits.
But who cared?
If he got to be with the one person that made him feel alive since his mother died, and his sister disappeared… then that's all that mattered. Dom was all that mattered.
This was all so… crazy.
