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Arthur was dying. The helmet was heating up his entire head, making him sweat like he was in a sauna. Furthermore, the tinted shield made him feel isolated from the world around him. When turning the head, all he could see was a blur of colours disappearing beside him, and mixed with the softened music it was as if he had stepped into a whole other dimension.
“…?”
“What?” Arthur turned his head, bumping the helmet against biker’s shoulder as the other said something. With his arms swung tight around the other’s body, he could feel how the guy’s stomach moved as he chuckled.
“…gonna… stop… Watch.. gonna..”
“What are you saying?” Arthur tried asking again and stretched his neck to rest the chin at the guy’s shoulder, but the second he moved, the biker decided to make another stunt; he swung the motorcycle to the side as he turned sharply around a corner. Arthur cried in surprise as he almost slipped off the seat, and he pressed himself tight up against the other’s back. “How dare y- aah!“ The brakes were abused again, and the abrupt stop made the vehicle tilt forward to stand up on one wheel before it sank back down on both.
If Arthur had felt like he was dying earlier, now he was but a mere corpse. His arms were shaking, making the biker roar with laughter as he noticed.
“Never tried anything like that, have ya?” he grinned as he got off the bike and turned to face Arthur. Arthur was swaying in his seat, and as the biker yanked off his helmet, his face was white as snow and the eyes wide open. The guy wrinkled his nose, sloping the head a little to the right as he tried to figure out the reason for the other’s expression. “Mate? What’s up?”
“I…” Arthur grabbed onto the seat as he drew in a mouthful of air. Slowly, as if he was a toddler trying to stand on two legs for the first time, he swung his foot down onto the ground. First one, then the other, then he straightened up and stood still for a second. “I…”
“Ya…?” the guy tried helping, hanging the helmet on the bike’s handlebar. He grabbed onto Arthur’s shoulders. “Wow, you’re shaking like a vibrator!” Arthur looked up into his eyes. Then he sank forward, puking up all over guy’s leatherjacket. The biker yelped as he was taking by surprise, and he shoved Arthur backwards, quickly taking a few steps away himself. “Fuck, that’s so disgusting!”
“Sorry,” Arthur choked, sinking to his knees. His eyes blurred up in tears for the second time that evening, and he wiped his lips off in his hand, trembling with embarrassment as he did so. “Really, I’m sorry. I just… I’ve never tried… and…” He shook his head. The biker let go of a sigh as he zipped the jacket open.
“Yeah, well, don’t worry too much, ya?” he mumbled, “I can wash it anyway.” His eyes fell upon Arthur, and a glimpse of regret was to find in his face.
‘Fuck, Alfred, the guy is clearly old! No wonder he can’t handle such a ride. Now, go help out that fellow, you’re a gentleman after all.’
Tears were running down Arthur’s cheeks. Alfred bit his teeth together. “Hey, I’m the one who’s sorry, ‘kay?” he started out, slipping out of the jacket. He dropped it to the ground as he walker over to Arthur, kneeling beside him. “I don’t live too far away. I’ll take you for a beer and a clean up, heh? How does that sound?” Arthur looked at the younger, smiling bloke next to him, and even if his every heartbeat had told him to turn down the offer, the way the other put his arm comfortingly around his shoulder just made him melt, and before he even gave it a second thought, he whispered:
“Okay.”
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