Arrow Inferno
Chapter 114: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… The trip!

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After a quick breakfast, throughout which Ryan kept squirming not from discomfort but from arousal, the new AA and his mate finally went to their ride. Jeremy climbed on the bike as Ryan hugged the others goodbye. "Shouldn't you be setting off as well?" Ryan asked Philip curiously. "Do you have to wait for us to move first?"

Jeremy couldn't suppress his chuckle at Ryan's question. There was no way his friend was going to miss Ryan's first reaction to the first rumble of the bike. He turned to look at Phillip's face and almost burst into laughter at his flustered look. He looked like a deer caught in the highlights of a car. Phillip had never been good at lying since they were kids. Jeremy waited for what his friend would say.

"Oh...err... Well, unlike you guys who are going to be on the road for two hours, the trip will take me mere minutes." Phillip explained with a straight face. "So...I'm not in a hurry." He looked proud of himself.

That explanation seemed acceptable to Ryan because he nodded and then turned to accept the red and black helmet that Jeremy held out to him. God, his mate looked so hot straddling the big machine, Ryan couldn't help but think. In his black helmet, which was a perfect match to his all-black attire, Jeremy looked commanding, confident, arrogant, and savagely gorgeous. Ryan climbed on behind Jeremy and began to fix his helmet whilst their audience looked on. He had no idea just how sexy and adorable he looked in his classy red and black outfit. Well, Paige had told him but then Ryan never took any compliment his friend paid him seriously because he was convinced that Paige would think he was adorable even if he wore tattered clothes.

"Do we really need these helmets?" Ryan groaned as he adjusted his chin strap.

"We don't want to break any laws," Jeremy responded, shaking his head in amusement at Paige who was busily taking shots of them. "Besides, they're supposed to keep us safe." He drawled and then burst into laughter when Ryan snorted. "See you guys in two weeks." He grinned at the group watching them with amused excitement. "See you soon Lip." He called out and then shut his visor. 'Ready?' He asked his mate on their mind-link.

'Sure.' Ryan responded as he waved at the people gathered. 'I'm going to miss......' He trailed off and let out a cry when the Harley roared to life. "Oh my fucking god." Ryan gasped when the rumbling caused an instant vibration in his arse that traveled through his entire body. "Oh my god..." He chanted as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jeremy, molding himself to his back as if he wanted to merge with the alpha. "Jeremy..." He moaned as his helmet-covered head leaned against Jeremy's back as if he was about to collapse.

"What's wrong with Ryan?" Gloria started to move towards the bike but Paige held her back.

Jeremy heard his mother's question and turned his head to look at the faces of his family and friends. Amidst the concerned looks on the faces of his mother and Joel, the grins on the faces of his three friends looked downright evil. With a naughty grin behind his helmet, Jeremy revved the engine to moans from his mate and roars from his pals before taking off like a shot.

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'You really need to stop that, Ryan.' Jeremy groaned on their mind-link.

'Make me.' Ryan whimpered as he went right on stroking Jeremy through his pants.

They had been on the road for thirty minutes and were yet to get on the highway where they would virtually see no vehicles. Ryan couldn't get the right word for how he was feeling. Having the vibration of the bike beneath his plug-filled arse felt frustrating, heart-racing, arousing and so fucking good his eyes were constantly shut at the onslaught of sensations. It felt as if he'd been left on the precipice of an explosive relief. All he had to do was to reach out and grab that relief but at the same time, that relief seemed so far away. Ryan had found himself pleading with Jeremy at a point but he really didn't know exactly what he was pleading for. They were on a motorbike, in town, trying to get to their destination on time..... What could Jeremy possibly do? But if there was one thing Ryan knew he needed, it was to get fucked. Since he couldn't get his wish, and his mate...who was the cause of all that he was feeling seemed to be enjoying his predicament, Ryan thought he could at least drive him out of his mind too.

He'd started by rubbing circles on Jeremy's tummy through his t-shirt and jacket. Gradually his hand had found its way beneath the jacket and then eventually, his t-shirt. When he heard the catch in Jeremy's breathing, Ryan had smiled with satisfaction. Jeremy hadn't stopped him. But when Ryan's seeking fingers had found the bulge at the crotch of Jeremy's jeans, the alpha had been quick to tell him to stop what he was doing. Ryan hadn't stopped. When he'd felt Jeremy swell even more behind his zipper, he'd moaned and began to run his hand along the outline of his mate's mammoth cock, which was trapped against his thigh, inside those sexy jeans. It felt painfully hard. Ryan would have given anything to catch a glimpse of that cock that instant.

'Please Ryan.' Jeremy groaned but Ryan didn't miss the slight thrust against his hand. 'We're going to crash if you keep that up.'

'Not possible.' Ryan retorted breathlessly. 'I'd blink us out of here before anything happens.'

'Ryan...' Jeremy groaned as he tried to focus on the road. Desire unfurled deep in his gut and then spiraled lower, demanding relief. He couldn't think...couldn't breathe. The hunger was overwhelming. This was supposed to be his move, not Ryan's. But it looked like his sexy, intelligent, dirty-minded mate was turning the tables. Shit! He needed to act fast.

But just as he was about to be firm with his mate, the alpha felt it... For a moment it felt like relief. His cock didn't feel as restricted as it was since Ryan began his naughty caresses. It took Jeremy a moment to realize that Ryan had unzipped him.

"Ryan, what the fuck!" Jeremy exploded, completely forgetting that he would have been better off communicating on their mind-link as it would be difficult for Ryan to hear his helmet-muffled voice, over the roar of the bike. 'Ryan...' 'Relax, I'm not going to pull it out.' Ryan sounded drunk. 'Besides I'm sure your jacket covers...'

'It doesn't.' Jeremy retorted, pulling up his visor to enable him to speak to the hearing of his stubborn mate. "Zip me up, baby." He said in a cajoling voice. "Come on..."

'Why should I be the only one to feel this horny?' Ryan responded on their mind-link.

'You're not.' Jeremy reverted to their mind-link too.

'Wanna bet?' Ryan groaned, thrusting against Jeremy. 'Think I didn't see the look on Phillip, Stan, and Paige's faces when we were leaving? You guys obviously planned this. What's that saying? Payback's a bitch.' 'Alright, alright I'll stop and take it out.' Jeremy gasped even as his eyes shut briefly in pleasure. There was nothing as good as his mate's touch.

'And who said anything about wanting it out?' Ryan moaned, grinding his arse on the seat. He'd never needed as badly as he did that very moment. It was even worse than when Jeremy had denied him sex. This time, he couldn't control the onslaught of sensations and hunger. It felt as if he hadn't come in years. All thanks to his mischievous mate. 'I just want to drive you out of your mind as wickedly as you're driving me out of mine.' He purred naughtily. 'On that note...' With that telling phrase, Ryan began to pull out Jeremy's cock.

"Oh my god, Ryan no..." Jeremy growled as panic set in. "You can't do this out here...Oh shit!" Jeremy gasped when he spotted a police barrier not too far ahead. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck a police checkpoint...' He groaned, swerving to the side of the road with an intention of stopping. He needed to stop and fix himself before they got to the checkpoint.

'Don't stop.' Ryan breathed on their mind-link even as he stroked Jeremy's engorged length steadily, paying more attention to the sensitive ring beneath the blunt head.