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The breeze whipped past Finan as he flew along one of the last streets in the built up area in town. It was one of the few rare days of clear blue skies and beautiful warm weather the got in England. More importantly it was almost impossible for Finan, Sihtric and Uhtred to all have the same day off work.
Finan sent a thankful prayer out at receiving such a perfect day. The three men had been able to enjoy a lie in that morning, with the older kids overseeing breakfast for the younger ones. They had spent the day playing at the park, having ice cream and watching movies at home. Nothing was off limits on a day as special as a Saturday all together.
The afternoon had seen Finan and Sihtric working on their motorbikes, Uhtred watching them contentedly. If Finan had caught Uhtred staring at his arms or watching Sihtric stretch to reach the parts he needed, he wasn’t going to complain.
Finan loved sharing everything in his life with his two lovers. He also loved that their bikes were something just he and Sihtric had in common, Uhtred preferred his vintage muscle car. Their bikes were as different as they were. Finan’s Triumph Bonneville was a modern classic, traditional looking with flashy red accents and chrome finishes everywhere. He enjoyed the exhilaration and freedom that came with cruising along on a beautiful bike. Sihtric’s high performance BMW was sleek, ultramodern, completely blacked out and fast. As much as Finan enjoyed riding, he could never match the adrenalean seeking, thirst for life at any speed or height that Sihtric had.
When Uhtred had all but pushed them both out of the garage to squeeze in a ride before dark Finan had felt the smallest kernel of guilt at leaving the third man at home to parent alone. It had evaporated quickly as he and Sihtric had sped down the streets, weaving in and out of the traffic. Sometimes they rode side by side, other times, one or the other, normally Sihtric would whiz past and get in front if the other was going too slow, egging them on to catch up.
Finan felt free when he was riding. It was grounding, like meditation, to be completely focused on the task at hand. He felt alive with the rumble of the machine under him and the assault of the world around him on his heightened senses. He knew he and his bike made a stand out impression and he enjoyed the attention it brought from others on the road.
When he rode with Sihtric he had the added bonus of watching the younger man’s lithe but strong body as he rode ahead, something that Finan enjoyed very much. He grinned at the thought of how menacing Sihtric looked to others all in black; clothes, bike and gear. How the younger man had gone for what he thought was a simple and non descript bike, underestimating just how dominant and intimidating his mere presence could be.
As the pair came up to a red light, Finan who was slightly in front, stopped and turned to admire Sihtirc beside him. Sihtric appeared to be looking past Finan and nodded his head in the direction of a car in the lane on Finan’s other side. Finan saw two young children on the back seat watching them excitedly and he revved his bike, smiling as the children cheered. Finan turned back to Sihtric motioning for him to have a turn. As Sihtric noisely revved his own bike, Finan turned his attention back to the children in the car. While he was distracted, Sihtric cheekily lent over, flipping the killswitch on Finan’s bike. As the bike shuddered and went still underneath him Finan whipped around to glare at Sihtric and saw his body shaking with laughter.
As the light turned green and Finan restarted his bike, he watched Sihtric pull ahead and he sent out another prayer. A prayer of thankfulness for the second chance at life he had been given, and the people he had been given to share it with.