JB had never ridden on anything that had less than four wheels. It was just a thing. Everyone had one of those, or maybe even a few. But it certainly wasn't a fear and he had told that to his partner, Aiden Pearce. Sometimes quite loudly and in the middle of the night while their neighbors were trying to sleep. The young hacker was impressed that there wasn't a hole in the wall yet from all the times that someone's fist had banged on the wall as a warning. Revenge was a bitch but that was beside the point. The point was that he would never get on anything that had less than four wheels. And yet, here he was in a difficult situation. He was torn between getting over his 'thing' and getting to work or calling the club and telling them that Defalt wouldn't be showing because of said 'thing'.
Aiden had promised to bring him to work since his car had been totaled in their little encounter that was almost a whole year ago. He had been all excited since the older hacker also agreed to hang around the club for a little while to have a couple drinks and enjoy the show, maybe even get a dance out of JB. But now that excitement was dead as he stared at the sleek, bright blue machine that was parked in front of him. Aiden was leaning against it with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. While it was a sexy sight it wasn't enough to lure Defalt onto the two-wheeled death trap.
"Would you suck it up already? It's just a motorcycle, JB. It won't kill you," Aiden murmured as he approached his young partner. He crouched down and placed his hand on JB's face, his thumb stroking his cheek. "Not while I'm driving it, I promise."
The affection was nice and it soothed his worry but he still refused. A soft whimper escaped his throat as he shook his head, his hands clinging to Aiden's coat sleeves tightly. He looked up at his partner with sad eyes that clearly showed he didn't want to do this. The older hacker sighed,
"It's either get on the bike or call out of work. I don't have time to contact Jordi and I'm not stealing someone else's car," Aiden said as he rose to his full height, pulling his young lover with him. JB glanced at the bike before looking at his partner again.
"You promise nothing bad will happen? I don't want my brains and blood painting the pavement or for my organs to be spilling out while I'm still clinging onto what little life is left. Do you understand me?" JB's eyes went cold. "I don't want this to be on the news that I was killed because-" Aiden placed his hand over JB's mouth.
"Do you really have that little trust in me?" The older hacker asked as he stared into his partner's eyes. Those blue irises went wide and the hurt could be seen. He let go of Aiden's sleeves and grabbed the hand that was keeping him silent. The hurt melted away and that was all the former vigilante needed. He pressed a kiss to the back of JB's hand and led him over to the bike. Aiden climbed on and though there was a moment of hesitation, JB got on behind him. He made sure his bag was secure against his back before wrapping his arms tightly around his partner's waist. The DJ went through a series of reactions.
When the engine roared to life, he whined and held tighter. When the machine moved forward and he jerked back a bit, a part of him died a little inside. When Aiden kicked the machine into the next gear and picked up speed, he cried a bit into his partner's back. This was a fear. He was afraid. Each sharp turn taken, each hill they flew down brought him closer to the brink of breaking down. But he trusted Aiden.
Time flew by quickly but not quick enough in the mind of the DJ. When they finally parked in front of Ambrose Theater he felt relieved and when his feet touched the ground he wanted to kiss the pavement. Aiden turned the machine off and wrapped his arms around JB to whisper in his ear,
"I promise I'll get a car next time."
"I know you will," JB said as he turned and got on the tips of his toes, pressing their foreheads together. "I trust you."