Lawson pulled on his helmet, buckled it, and straddled the bike. His jeans pulled tight against his lean legs. John followed suit, positioning himself behind Lawson on the bike and feeling his body brush against his back and his legs push into his thighs. Lawson reached around and adjusted John on both sides, sliding him deeper into the seat. He was fully wrapped around Lawson now, but it didn’t stop there. Lawson grabbed John’s hand and guided it around his waist, followed by the other. A flash of the other day popped into his brain of how hehad wrapped his arms around Lawson’s waist, dragging him closer. Very similar to this.
The motorcycle's engine roared to life and started forward. John’s arms tightened around him instinctively, and Lawson navigated them onto the busy LA streets. The streetlights illuminated the dark roads. The vibrations of the bike between his legs and its power were incredible. He was lost in the experience, and so absorbed by the ride that he hadn’t noticed Lawson’s hand move over his until he squeezed and moved it toward the inside of his thigh. He suddenly couldn’t breathe, feeling only the way Lawson’s leg muscle strained while he drove them through the backroads to the hotel.
John, deciding to take a page out of Lawson’s book, slid his hand further upward and intimately brushed his fingers over him, feeling the young man’s back shudder and cock press hard against the thick denim.
Lawson let him touch him for the next few minutes, his body straining under his touch the longer it went on. John braced his other hand against his chest, feeling the firm muscles there as his own cock filled with blood and throbbed. By the time they reached the hotel, his heart was racing like a jackhammer as Lawson pulled into the dark parking structure and into the designated motorcycle spot. It was the same hotel from their first night together, which pleased John for some reason.
Lawson turned off the bike, yanked off his helmet, and jumped off, reaching for the strap at John’s chin before yanking his helmet off, too. Before he could react, Lawson’s lips descended on him, hard and heady, fast and rough. He hadn’t expected the onslaught, but maybe he should’ve. After all, he had been teasing him for almost ten minutes of the ride.
Lawson pulled angrily back from the kiss, cursing and adjusting his jeans to accommodate the bulge. John let out another tired laugh, which caught Lawson’s attention, his eyes flashing at him.
“Sorry,” he said, sliding off the bike. “I—uh—laugh when I’m tired.”
Lawson tilted his head and unexpectedly smiled. “That’s fucking adorable. I’m a cranky old bitch when I get that tired. Now, c’mon.”
Laughter spilled out of him again, and he followed Lawson through the parking lot and into the side entrance of the hotel. He was suddenly gratefulLawson had already booked the room. The thought of interacting with any more people tonight sounded exhausting.
They walked through the lobby and to the elevators. It was blissfully empty. The low-key vibe, mixed with minimalist aesthetics and expensive décor, had appealed to him when he first came here. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. He carefully positioned himself on the opposite side, creating space. Lawson noticed but didn’t comment.
“We should talk first,” John said, clearing his throat of the sudden rush of nerves. He wasn’t sure why Lawson evoked this reaction from him.
“About?” Lawson asked.
“We need to establish some ground rules.”
Lawson watched the digital numbers tick upward. “Is this how you normally do this?”
The elevator pinged onto their floor, the doors sliding open. “Do what?”
Lawson pulled the room key card out of his front pocket and glanced at the number. Once they found their room, Lawson flipped on a lamp as John let the door shut firmly behind him.
“With the others,” Lawson finally said, setting the motorcycle helmets down on the table at the far end of the room.
He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck, confused.
The others?
Lawson had assumed that he did this often. Just not with his own residents.
“I’ve actually never done this,” John admitted, too tired to care about perception.
Lawson’s head jerked toward him, “I thought…”
“Look, it’s complicated enough doing this again with you. I think by setting some ground rules we can know what to expect…” He hesitated. “I love my job and my hospital, even if it pisses me off like it did tonight.” He sighed, “I’m not risking that for a hook-up.”
Lawson nodded thoughtfully, sliding off his leather jacket and then working on his boots. John swallowed hard, watching the display of raw masculinity as Lawson began to strip before him.
John set his backpack down, “I need to shower and…”
Lawson smirked, “Yeah, I figured I'd join you.”
Oh. Fuck.
His heart skipped as Lawson walked forward, tossing his jacket and shirt onto the chair and unbuckling his jeans. “It’ll be easier in the shower to massage your shoulder. And then when we’re done, you can go over your rules.”
The flutter of nerves slipped low in his belly. “I, uh… might not last long,” John admitted.
“Have you…?” Lawson asked slowly.
