Chapter 2: Chapter 2
??Can you walk on that ankle??? he said, staring down at the shorter man.
Kevin tried to look away, but Joey held his gaze.
??I think so.?? Kevin took a step but would have fallen if Joey hadn??t caught him.
??Well, that answers that question, then.??
??Yes, Sir.??
Sir? Did he say sir? Joey asked himself. ??Um, I can take you home on the back of my bike, it??s the least I can do.??
??Oh, no, honest, I can wait for the next bus, I??ll be all right.??
??Give over arguing, it??s decided.??
The smaller man sagged, seeming to resign himself to his fate.
??Come on, lean on me.?? Joey wrapped an arm around Kevin, helping to support his weight as he hobbled along. The rain was beginning to creep under Joey??s leather jacket, causing him to shiver. ??Shit, this is too slow.??
??Sorry, I can??t go any faster.??
??Sor-right, I know you can??t.?? Joey picked Kevin up. As he carried him towards his motorcycle Kevin began to squirm. ??Stop wriggling!?? Joey commanded.
??Sorry.?? Apart from the occasional shiver, Kevin managed to lie still.
After gently placing his charge on the pillion seat, Joey got out the spare helmet and made sure it was correctly positioned on Kevin??s head before straddling the bike and kick starting the engine. As usual, the throaty roar and the vibration between his legs gave Joey a thrill.
??Put your arms around me, and hold on!?? Joey shouted, but Kevin didn??t respond. Obviously the guy didn??t hear him, or was too panicked to comply. Reaching behind himself, Joey grasped his passenger??s arms and wrapped them round his chest. Letting out the clutch, Joey sped out of the car park
As he travelled down the rain-swept streets, Joey realised he hadn??t asked where Kevin lived. Maybe this was a conscious oversight; he??d just have to take the man back to his place. Joey smiled, his dick twitching at the thought.
The evening traffic was light, so it only took ten minutes to get home. Pulling up outside a set of garages, Joey hopped off his bike, unlocked the garage door, then got back on and drove the pair of them into the dark interior. Cutting the engine, Joey waited a few seconds for his ears to stop ringing before he took off his helmet.
Leaning back in the saddle, Joey was certain his passenger was sporting wood. Hmm, interesting.
??Okay, time to dismount.??
??But, but, I don??t live here.??
??I know, I thought I??d get you dried off and everything at my place first, okay???
??But, but????
??Don??t argue. Come on.?? Joey gave a light whack to Kevin??s behind; Kevin shot upwards in shock, and started to shake.
Christ, he??s a timid one. Better go careful.
The two made slow progress towards the back entrance to the block of flats, Kevin needing to lean quite heavily on Joey, the latter finding it strangely appealing.
??It??d be quicker if I carried you up the stairs.??
Kevin stiffened.
Turning Kevin round to face him, Joey stared down at the smaller man. ??It??ll be okay. I don??t bite. Well, not often anyway.?? Joey laughed, but Kevin didn??t join in. ??What??s wrong??? Joey lifted the smaller man??s drooping chin with a finger.
??Sorry, Sir,?? the man said, still shaking.
What??s with all this sir shit? Joey mused as he picked the bloke up. Though he had to admit Kevin??s deference did give him a bit of a thrill. He??d role played with a few of his more adventurous tricks, Joey always taking the role of the master of course. He wondered what would happen with a man who was naturally submissive.
Finally reaching the third floor, Joey gently set Kevin down as he fished out his key. ??Welcome to my humble abode,?? Joey said, carrying his human cargo into the hallway.
Joey was about to apologise for the mess which he knew would await them, he wasn??t much into housework, but the place shone like a new pin. Joey could even detect the faint odour of lavender furniture polish. He didn??t think he owned any furniture polish.
After setting Kevin on a stool in the kitchen, Joey went to the fridge to confirm his suspicions. Not finding what he was after, he depressed the pedal on his waste bin and pulled out an unopened packet of bacon. ??For fuck??s sake!??
The harshness of his tone caused Kevin to start in alarm.
Joey noticed it and immediately went to reassure his guest. ??Sorry. It??s just when I saw that the place had been cleaned, I knew my mother had been round.??
??Oh, right.??
??She??s Jewish, so??s my dad. Which of course makes me Jewish, too, though I don??t observe.??
??Okay.??
Looking at the clean kitchen, Joey went on, ??And like mothers the world over, she can??t help sticking her nose in.?? He put a set of flowered tea-towels in the bottom drawer of the cabinet, before fishing out his usual plain white ones. ??Trust me, Yiddish mothers are the worst for interfering.??
Kevin looked sad.
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