“It’s cramped back here, but it’ll have to do. Hold on tight!”

Mal felt the firmness of the helmet surrounding his head. He hated it. It was absolutely suffocating to him. This is humiliating. He held tightly to Moses’ waist.

“Should I really be trustin’ ya to drive this death machine?”

“It’s that or walkin’ home, babygirl.”

“Babygirl?”

“Hey, you call me pretty boy all the time! I’m just gettin’ my revenge.”

Moses started down the road, the wind whipping wildly at the sides of the bike. Mal gritted his teeth as he sped up down the way. He’d always hated bikes like these, there was less control and the injuries sustained from a crash were often worse than the ones you got from a normal car wreck. He’d never seen Dean drive the damn thing, but he’d talk about it all the time like it was his pride and joy. Mal grimaced as they went over a bump, lurching them forward slightly.

“Don’t throw up back there.”

“Tryin’ real hard not to.”

“Oh, c’mon, my driving is NOT that bad!”

“It’s not that, I don’t like…all this.”

Moses smirked, picking up the pace as they made a sharp turn. He looked really at home somehow. Mal could tell he loved everything about this. He seemed weirdly at peace with everything. He hummed to himself as he made it down to their street.

“I didn’t know you enjoyed this stuff.”

“Oh yeah. It’s been a while, but I’d steal this bike from my dad all the time and go racin’ with my best friend. Man, we’d always get into everything. I was lucky my dad didn’t see all the shit we used to get up to.”

“How long have you been doin’ this?”

“Shit, I wanna say since I was, like, 11.”

“Holy shit dude.”

“I know.”

“So you’re a bad boy, huh?”

Moses shrugged, pulling into the driveway. They both got off the bike and Mal ripped his helmet off like it was on fire. Sweat streamed down his face. Blushing, he wiped his brow.

“I just started riding again,” Moses said, “Teeran actually was the one who suggested it first. I really missed it. That was one of the best things about livin’ with Dean.”

“Teeran knew about this before I did? Not fair.”

Moses glared.

“You’d have known if you were there, jackass!”

“Sheesh, ok, point taken. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So…do you have anyone you can do this stuff with now?”

Moses shrugged.

“Not really, no.”

“What about that so-called ‘best friend’?”

Moses’ eyes darkened. He looked at the ground as if it would swallow him up.

“Cassie was her name.”

“Was?”

“She was…nothin’ like me. She’d light up a room with her presence. She liked pink and she’d blast country music through the entire house. She was so funny and easy to talk to.”

Mal saw the edges of his eyes begin to water.

“Look, man, I’m sorry if it’s a touchy subject. You don’t have to talk about it anymore tonight. Not unless ya want to.”

“Thank you,” Moses whispered, brushing off his jeans. He put away the bike in the garage and headed into the house, his small silhouette tracing the background of the night light of the porch. Mal followed him in shortly thereafter, lagging behind just long enough to admire how beautiful he looked in this environment. They walked into a dark house, only glimmers of moonlight piercing through the windows. Reality set in for Mal all at once.

“Fuck, what am I gonna do about my car?!”

“We’ll figure it out in the morning. I’m sure my dad or Teeran know someone who can look at it. If ya need me to, I can drop you off at work.”

“Do you even have a license?”

“Hell no.”

“You’re terrifying, ya know that?”

“And you’re…”

“What? Can’t think of anything?”

“I just don’t feel like telling you anymore.”

Moses pulled his hair out of his face, putting it in a ponytail. Little strands had been missed, wildly framing his face, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. Mal had never seen him like that, and somehow it made his heart flutter more than normal. The night was just full of surprises. He didn’t want this night, which had started with such dread and fear and contemplation, to end. 

“You’re seriously not gonna tell me?!”

“I don’t wanna give you the satisfaction.”

“You!”

Impulsively, he grabbed Moses by the wrist, leading him to his bedroom. He pulled the door shut behind them as Moses silently watched, no doubt wondering what was going through his mind.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“You’re drivin’ me insane!”

“How so?”

“I can’t…I can’t deal with you like this, you’re just so…”

“What? You’re a big boy, use your words.”

“There’s so much…I like about you, and so much I still don’t know about you. There’s so much I haven’t said to you. To anyone, really. You…you get this look in your eyes that makes me crazy. Everything about you, really. Everything draws me in, and before I know it, I’m in too deep. You’re…the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Mal felt his torso in the darkness, his hands grazing the small of his back, his hip bones, his ribcage. Moses shuddered at the sensation.

“I need to get away from you,” Mal whispered.

“No,” Moses leaned into his touches, “you need to stay right here. I wanna know about you. I wanna learn about everything until I’m sick of it all.”

“Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Of course not.”

Mal pulled Moses close, hugging him, enveloping him in his arms, their warmths becoming one with each other.

“I like you, Mal. A lot. I don’t know what to do…”

Mal felt a shock run through him. He wasn’t prepared for any of this. He should’ve expected this, somehow, but he also had no idea what to do. His skin felt hot to the touch as he leaned in closer, closer, closer, guiding Moses to face him, pushing their lips together, their bodies giving way to the ground beneath them, falling onto Mal’s bed. Mal gently bit at the nape of his neck, teasing the flesh around the bite mark. Moses yelped a little. Mal jumped back.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m ok. I really liked it, it just…surprised me. I don’t really…have a lot of positive experience with this, so I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like an idiot.”

“You are not an idiot!” Mal brushed Moses’ wild hair out of his face, “Truth be told, I’m not that experienced either. Do what feels good for you…it’s ok.”

Moses let out a dry laugh, pressing his forehead against Mal’s. He cupped his face in his hands, holding them in place against each other.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a kiss.”

“You ain’t even kissin’ me! Are you fuckin’ with me right now?!”

Moses giggled, leaning in closer, putting Mal’s hand on his chest.

“Do you feel this?”

“You don’t have breast cancer?”

“No, idiot! My heart is…my heart is beating so fast,” he kissed Mal’s forehead, “that’s what this is for. That’s how I feel about you.”

Mal smiled as Moses pressed their foreheads together again. He felt the pounding of his heartbeat, combined with his own.

“Can we stay like this for a while?”

“For as long as you’d like.”

Mal wrapped his arms around Moses, and he did the same.

“I’ve…never had a boyfriend, actually. Not that my mom would ever allow it. She would have a hissy fit if she knew I was doin’ this.”

“I have no idea what my parents think of me at this point, and honestly, I don’t wanna find out.”

“Do you think….we’re here for a reason? Like, in each other’s lives, I mean?”

“Like fate?”

“Maybe. I don’t think…it’s as simple as that. I feel like I was always meant to meet you.”

Mal felt his heart pound. His palms felt hot. His cheeks flushed. Moses leaned in, joining their lips together. He was warm. He was soft. He was absolutely everything Mal wanted. Mal’s hand traveled up the small of Moses’ back. I think I might be in love with him. Shit.