Everybody loves a man on a bike. Kriss rumbled to a halt, kicking out the kickstand as he hopped off his bike. Ziggy said this was where they were going to meet. Any moment now, the cowboy would be here. He better have not been stood up or that would have sucked something awful.

While he was waiting he lit up a cigarette, leaning up against his bike somewhat as the cancer stick dangled between his lips.

His hair was slightly mussed by a few times of running his hand through it fixed it so it looked messily presentable, sloppy as if it were intended that way.

Three minutes went by. Still not here.

Where are you, Ziggy? Kriss is a patient man, but don't make him wait too long.

He pulled out another cigarette as he finished the other one, frowning.

Only three damn minutes late and he was already getting impatient? Pshaw.

But just to appease Kriss, here is Ziggy, walking down the sidewalk. He had ran at first for a long while but had to stop so he wouldn't get sweaty or ucky or something. And there was Kriss. He was pleased to see him, looking just as great as he had when they met at the coffee shop though dry.

Ziggy probably looked better, not cold or shivering and dry and content. He smiled and hopped over a few cracks over to Kriss.

"Howdy."

Typical greeting in a friendly voice. Damn, nice bike.

"Hey." Smile. So he wasn't stood up. That was good. He blew a few wispy clouds of smoke out through his nose, flicking the ashes off the end of the cigarette.

"You look good. You ready? Sorry, I don't have a helmet but I'll be careful."

He ran his fingers through his hair again, inhaling more smoke.

Ziggy laughed, nodding.

"Yup, ready as can be."

He looked over the bike, using one hand to trail over it while he stared at it, obviously delighted.

"That's okay..."

He was practicaly breathless, must the authoress mention his love for motorcycles? He looked up to Kriss expectantly, waiting for the other o get on so hee can climb on too.

Kriss finished his second cigarette, flicking it onto the sidewalk. Ah, evening's were so nice, and it was warm but not humid or blazingly hot.

"All right." He climbed onto the motorcycle and said, "hop on," softly though loud enough for the other to hear.

Ziggy nodded and clibed on after the other, moving around up against the other, shifting a bit to get more comfortable. Ah there we go. He found a comfortable spot, up against the other, arms wrapped around his waist. He loved this morotcycle.

"Ready!"

Obviously.

"All right. Hold on," he commanded after a moment, and the engined purred to life, making loud noises as Kriss played with the throttle on his toy. VROOM VROOM! went the engine and Kriss started his way towards Dark.

(Short, sorries.)

Ziggy nodded, his face up against the back of the other. He was taking liberties, being this close to the other, taking in the scent and the feeling of the delicious body under his arms. This was going to be a very nice ride. See? He isn't as innocent as some may think, just a little shy.

(( No problem, though you do know that you are the one who will be starting the topic at Dark ;D Cause I'm lazay like that, now go start it! ))

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