Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

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    Devon stifled a chuckle as he helped Scott off the bike seat, steadying him with an arm around his waist while Scott's knees threatened to buckle and he white-knuckled the bottom of Devon's jacket. "You okay, babe?"
    Scott didn't answer and since the helmet still hid his entire face and head, Devon wasn't sure what to think. There hadn't been any screaming. Their practice run around the block hadn't sent Scott running to his car or, and had Scott seemed to catch on to the logical aspects of riding behind Devon, the important ones being leaning when Devon leaned and not causing gaping welts in Devon's sides from gripping too tightly. Devon thought Scott had done awesome. He hoped Scott felt the same way because he sure as fuck didn't want to have broken his boyfriend on Valentine's Day.
    "Darlin', you're freaking me out. Can you say something at least? Do you need to sit down or take a pill or somethin'?"
    Mumbles came from beneath the blackness of the visor just before Scott raised a shaky hand and tried to lift the helmet over his head. There was more grumbling when he let go of Devon's jacket with the other hand and grasped the thing properly. Devon imagined that In cartoons there would have been a loud "popping" sound when Scott tugged it off but unfortunately, this was the real world so it was only a loud gasp that followed.
    Scott's hair was again sticking up here, there and everywhere, a touch of static making it even more over-the-top. His eyes were wide and somewhat stunned when he finally gazed at Devon, his mouth pulled tight into a straight line so Devon had no idea whether to hug him or duck and cover.
    "Um… babe," Devon said gently, moving his hand to rest on the small of Scott's back, his other hand trying to smooth down the wild nest on top of Scott's head.
    "I'm not sure if I'm going to come or throw-up," Scott whispered. "You… that… does it always… um… vibrate like that?"
    Holy hell, Scott had his first bike-woodie! That was so damn awesome that the next thing that popped into Devon's head was hauling Scott into the closest alley and dropping to his knees. His thoughts of Valentine's Day obviously leaned more to the lecherous than the romantic, at least so far.
    "Gives you kind of a kick, doesn't it? How's the anxiety? No panic?"
    Scott drew in a noticeably large breath but shook his head in response. He handed Devon his helmet then gazed at the place the building they'd stopped in front of. " Eat Big or Go Home ?"
    With a grin a mile wide, Devon stashed the helmet and tangled his fingers with Scott's. "Best damn diner in the city. The band and I practically live here. This is gonna be great, I promise."

Chapter Four
    The bike ride hadn't been anywhere as terrifying as Scott had imagined. It had actually been a little exhilarating in a nervous kind of way. He'd loved being pressed against Devon's back and holding him tight, and if he had to pick the biggest perk of taking the bike instead of the car, that would be it.
    As for the diner, however, it looked anything but great to Scott. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as he peered around at the crumbling buildings, over-flowing garbage cans on the curb, and dingy storefront windows but it was near impossible. He forced a tight smile and gazed back at Devon's obvious enthusiasm. "But.. why?"
    "It's one of my favorite places. Besides, you did us both proud by getting on that bike and it wasn't so bad, right? This'll be a piece of cake and you can even have cake for breakfast if you want."
    "Well—" Scott cocked his head to the side, his free hand slipping down to not-so-casually adjust the crotch of his jeans. It had certainly been interesting and Devon's ear-to-ear grin was killing Scott in the very best way. But he wasn't read to give in just yet. "Why couldn't we have just eaten breakfast at home? I mean, my place? I bought you some new herbal tea when you were away."
    Scott frowned at a look of seriousness suddenly shrouded Devon's face. "Damn, I think I'm really fucking this up today," Devon said, scuffing his boot against the gritty pavement. "I've been feeling really bad about hiding everything from you." Scott's heart ached a little but when he opened his mouth to reply, Devon shushed him with a finger to his lips. "I know I did that and no matter the reason, it wasn't fair to you and I'm sorry."
    "Dev—"
    "Today is about sharing with you, Scott. I want you to see me for the open book I usually am.