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this.”
Rod nudged him. “You could do it. You’d make beautiful bikes.”
Landon smiled, feeling a little silly that Rod’s compliment hit him in the chest. “Thanks. I appreciate that. Now quit sucking up.”
“What am I sucking?”
Crazy fucking man. “Be good.” Landon pushed to his feet and Rod was right behind him. “Let’s keep looking.” And he tried to forget the fact that he wished he didn’t have to be good when it came to Rod.
***
While Landon looked at bikes, Rod looked at Landon. He enjoyed seeing Landon in his element like this, and it was obvious that’s exactly where he was. His passion radiated off of him, seeped into Rod’s pores and made him feel passionate about this as well.
He’d ask questions from time to time about different makes and models, what was good and what wasn’t. He waited for Landon to get frustrated with him about it, but he never did. Jesus, his father hated the fact that Rod couldn’t care less about cars and shit like that when he was younger. It was like he didn’t deserve his penis because he’d rather do just about anything than fix stuff. His dad loved fixing things, everything, and he’d wanted that to rub off on Rod.
Landon seemed to enjoy answering his questions though. It made him excited to ask more of them. It really was interesting. “Maybe I should get a motorcycle…”
“I just came.”
Rod let out a sharp laugh, making a few people turn to look at them. “Sorry,” he said and then looked at Landon again. “You stole that line from me.”
“So? It’s true. And really?”
Rod shrugged. “Maybe. It’s a fucking rush to ride with you. Maybe I can learn to ride. I’ll be a badass biking motherfucker.”
Landon rolled his eyes with a smile. “I can teach you to ride, if you’re serious. If not, no worries.”
He was serious. He didn’t realize it until just this moment, but he was. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me—Oh hey, look at this.” Rod was shocked when Landon grabbed ahold of his hand and led him to some more bikes. He saw a few people glance their way, but then Landon was rambling about throttles and speed and all sorts of other stuff, making it impossible for Rod to pay attention to anything else but him.
A little while later, they were finished at the bike fair. They made their way to the food stands to grab a bite to eat before going next door.
“I’ll pay for the food,” Rod told him. He figured that was fair since Landon had paid for them to get in.
They each ordered cheap beer, fries, and burgers before they found a spot to sit in the grass. It was a little out of the way from where most of the people congregated, filling up the tables and walking around.
“We’ll start you out on my Switchback to see if you even like riding, but in reality it wouldn’t be a good first bike for you. You’d need something a little smaller with less power.” Landon popped a fry into his mouth and Rod nodded at him.
“Sounds good. Did you always know you liked riding?” he asked.
Landon glanced away, then at his fries before popping another into his mouth. “Yeah, my dad used to ride. He always had bikes. He started me out on motocross when I was five.”
“That’s fantastic.” He didn’t have stories like that with his own father. They had nothing to bond over, and his father had hated him for that. “I bet he’s proud of you.” It was then that he realized Landon rarely spoke of his father. He talked about his mom, and sister, but not his dad.
“Eh, not really. He’s an asshole. I don’t know why I brought him up.” There was a raw sort of sadness roughening Landon’s voice. Rod wanted to know more, wanted Landon to let him in, but he wouldn’t ask for it. He couldn’t.
“Yeah, mine was too. They’re good at that.”
Obviously done with the conversation, Landon said, “You’re not wearing your eyeliner.”
Rod wasn’t sure if he was supposed to respond to that or
Rod nudged him. “You could do it. You’d make beautiful bikes.”
Landon smiled, feeling a little silly that Rod’s compliment hit him in the chest. “Thanks. I appreciate that. Now quit sucking up.”
“What am I sucking?”
Crazy fucking man. “Be good.” Landon pushed to his feet and Rod was right behind him. “Let’s keep looking.” And he tried to forget the fact that he wished he didn’t have to be good when it came to Rod.
***
While Landon looked at bikes, Rod looked at Landon. He enjoyed seeing Landon in his element like this, and it was obvious that’s exactly where he was. His passion radiated off of him, seeped into Rod’s pores and made him feel passionate about this as well.
He’d ask questions from time to time about different makes and models, what was good and what wasn’t. He waited for Landon to get frustrated with him about it, but he never did. Jesus, his father hated the fact that Rod couldn’t care less about cars and shit like that when he was younger. It was like he didn’t deserve his penis because he’d rather do just about anything than fix stuff. His dad loved fixing things, everything, and he’d wanted that to rub off on Rod.
Landon seemed to enjoy answering his questions though. It made him excited to ask more of them. It really was interesting. “Maybe I should get a motorcycle…”
“I just came.”
Rod let out a sharp laugh, making a few people turn to look at them. “Sorry,” he said and then looked at Landon again. “You stole that line from me.”
“So? It’s true. And really?”
Rod shrugged. “Maybe. It’s a fucking rush to ride with you. Maybe I can learn to ride. I’ll be a badass biking motherfucker.”
Landon rolled his eyes with a smile. “I can teach you to ride, if you’re serious. If not, no worries.”
He was serious. He didn’t realize it until just this moment, but he was. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me—Oh hey, look at this.” Rod was shocked when Landon grabbed ahold of his hand and led him to some more bikes. He saw a few people glance their way, but then Landon was rambling about throttles and speed and all sorts of other stuff, making it impossible for Rod to pay attention to anything else but him.
A little while later, they were finished at the bike fair. They made their way to the food stands to grab a bite to eat before going next door.
“I’ll pay for the food,” Rod told him. He figured that was fair since Landon had paid for them to get in.
They each ordered cheap beer, fries, and burgers before they found a spot to sit in the grass. It was a little out of the way from where most of the people congregated, filling up the tables and walking around.
“We’ll start you out on my Switchback to see if you even like riding, but in reality it wouldn’t be a good first bike for you. You’d need something a little smaller with less power.” Landon popped a fry into his mouth and Rod nodded at him.
“Sounds good. Did you always know you liked riding?” he asked.
Landon glanced away, then at his fries before popping another into his mouth. “Yeah, my dad used to ride. He always had bikes. He started me out on motocross when I was five.”
“That’s fantastic.” He didn’t have stories like that with his own father. They had nothing to bond over, and his father had hated him for that. “I bet he’s proud of you.” It was then that he realized Landon rarely spoke of his father. He talked about his mom, and sister, but not his dad.
“Eh, not really. He’s an asshole. I don’t know why I brought him up.” There was a raw sort of sadness roughening Landon’s voice. Rod wanted to know more, wanted Landon to let him in, but he wouldn’t ask for it. He couldn’t.
“Yeah, mine was too. They’re good at that.”
Obviously done with the conversation, Landon said, “You’re not wearing your eyeliner.”
Rod wasn’t sure if he was supposed to respond to that or
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