Ryback joined the Rebels motorcycle club a few years ago, the thrill of the open road the constant leather jacket wearing was a no brainer. About six months ago while he was riding around, he came across a scruffy hitchhiker, who was looking for some excitement. Ryback thought he had potential and invited him to join the Rebels – becoming a Prospect in the process. The Prospect, Curtis Axel lived at the clubhouse and did anything that was asked of him, which was more often than not very unpleasant.
Curtis was bullied by all club members but especially by Ryback, because he had all the others bullying him that he needed to take it out on somebody below him. Being the bottom two of the gang, they were asked to drive the van quite often, usually for booze runs. During the time they had been spending together, Curtis had developed a slight crush on Ryback, but didn't dare tell anyone about it, especially not Ryback.
It was a lazy Sunday and everyone was sleeping the morning away from the previous big night partying. Curtis being the Prospect spent more time getting people drinks than drinking himself. The next morning he was trying to sleep but couldn't stay in bed any longer so decided to go work on his bike. When he got to the garage he saw that Ryback was already there.
Ryback threw a motorcycle helmet in Curtis' direction. Curtis looked puzzled. "Do you want me to polish your helmet?"
Ryback chuckled. "No we're going for a ride dickhead." Ryback put his helmet on and swung his legs over the bike, looking back in the direction of Curtis. "Are you coming?" Ryback huffed and turned back around to start the bike. Curtis quickly put the helmet on and started his bike.
Curtis followed Ryback as he took them down the street and towards the mountains. He wondered where they were going but didn't dare question him.
The long roads they were travelling were making Curtis' mind wander. He imagined resting his head on Ryback's back as they drove around on the one bike, with the wind in their faces. The sudden revving of Ryback's engine as they turned a corner snapped Curtis out of his daydream.
As they kept riding he was really struggling to stay focussed, especially with the vibrations flowing through him. Curtis kept thinking about kissing Ryback's neck, running his hands over his big chest and thighs… Before he could stop it, Curtis had a hard-on. He prayed that Ryback wouldn't notice.
He tried taking his mind of it to calm himself down and it appeared to work for now. They had been riding for hours when Ryback finally signalled for Curtis to pull over, right next to a quaint diner by the side of the road. Curtis stared at Ryback as he slowly took off his helmet, his broad shoulders filling out everyone inch of his leather jacket. Just as Curtis' mind began to wander again, he was quickly snapped out of it as Ryback shoved his helmet into Curtis' chest. "You can look after my helmet." Curtis frowned and followed Ryback inside the diner.