22 No Homo

Inside was the only man with large pieces of metal He was drawing shapes on it, shapes he would cut out and bend to form in the belly of his ship. "JP! Dandy! I had been wonderin' when you two would show up." Old Man Mole waved one of his hands. "I'm cutting out the new chassis for his machine. The old one is far gone. It'd be a coffin on wheels if I tried to fix it." He crawled to his cutter and began to follow the lines he had drawn.

"You can get started with takin out some of his things from inside the car. Then you can take out the seat." Mole stopped his cutting and lifted up his welding mask. "We gotta take everything that works." He lowered his mask, "We'll make more progress if we work on different things right now."

JP went to sit down on top of a stool. He spun in it once and walk-scooted it closer to where Dandy would be working. "The old man keeps his tools over there in that big metal storage that's bolted to the wall." he gestured to some red drawers.

"Got it," Dandy gave Old Man Mole a thumbs up and took off his jacket. He tossed it to JP.

"Mind holdin' this for me, JP?" He asked, trying to remember to not use any sort of pet names. Dandy had to play it cool, be a bit macho around Mole. Not that he really had to try all that hard. Just don't show that he had feelings for JP. Dandy walked over to the metal storage, checking it out, and pulled out a socket wrench set. Hopefully, this was something he would need. He hadn't worked on a car in who knows how long. The last time he tried to repair one, he just kicked it and somehow it helped.

With the Trans-Am 20000, it was going to take a bit more than just a kick to help fix it.

Dandy walked over to the car, noticing that the doors were already taken off. He dipped his head inside, looking at what he had to work with. The seat was still intact, making it look like an easier chore than what Old Man Mole was dealing with. While he removed the strap from the seat, Dandy was thinking about what else he could do to help. All he could really do was help put things where they belonged on the new ride with Mole's guidance.

Next, he worked on unbolting the seat. His eyes would look up once in a while, checking on what JP was doing.

JP caught the jacket and began to fold it nicely before setting it aside on a clean surface. "I don't mind." He smiled a bit. Dandy got to work and JP got into watching him. He watched The old man too if only out of curiosity at what he was doing but when the cutter started going, he knew he couldn't watch. That shit was too bright.

Even though he wasn't doing anything, he was pretty engrossed in every detail and movement that Dandy made. He used to watch Frisbee work and now he could do it with Dandy. The old man always assumed JP wanted everything done right but didn't know that his attention to detail went further than that. He was eagle-eyed, just like during races. How was Dandy holding that socket wrench? what did he do with it? Imagine him holding you like that.

Dandy would catch JP's gaze and then look at the old man. When Mole wasn't looking at them, which was a majority of the time, Dandy blew the racer a kiss off of two fingers. Then, he worked on wiggling the seat out of the car. The alien hunter rocked it on the tracks, fighting with how it was hooked in.

"Get! Off!" Dandy demanded as he pulled. The chair finally lifted out of the wrecked Trans Am. "HAHA! Ain't so now tough, are ya?" He grinned and then moved the chair to the side. Dandy wiped the sweat from his forehead and called JP.

" 'Ey, JP! Could you go and get me a drink from the fridge?" Dandy asked. He then walked towards Mole, glancing at what he was doing. He would avert his eyes from the sparks, his hair too. He had a long history of igniting his pompadour.

JP clearly liked those blown kisses, he covered his mouth to hide he smile but his eyes still showed happiness. He got up to look at the trans am's seat and pulled it to the side. He was going to sit down on it but first, he had to retrieve drinks for the guys. "On it."

He jogged to the fridge and looked in. It was stuffed to the brim with drinks. He pulled out three and instead of popping them open himself, he brought them to the old man. "Hey, can ya open these?" JP smiled. He never got old of seeing the old man open bottles.

Old man Mole stopped his cutting tool and lifted up his visor. "Ah, ya want some water? Let me take those." He took a bottle in each hand and interlocked the edges of the caps. In a quick movement, all three caps flew off. He held one bottle out to JP and another to Dandy. "Drink up! Ahahah!"

"I love it when you do that! I should have brought four!" JP took his bottle and took a drink. Refreshing! He then went back to his Trans Am's seat to sit down and enjoy being hugged by it. Hell, he felt cradled. It was perfect and made just for him. He could sleep in this seat and he had done so before. It was just so nicely reclined and his legs held up at such a comfortable angle. The only thing missing were those leg slings under the steering wheel to keep his legs up below the knees.

"Wait a minute." The old man said. "Somethings up."

Fuck. Shit. Damn. JP felt himself get nervous. Had they been caught!?

Mole knew his friend and quickly noticed how the racer had walked to have a seat. He saw that worn down face and those hickeys on his neck. "JP." He set his tool down and quickly crawled to the racer. "Did ya steal someone's girl and get beat!? You sneaky bastard!"

"Ah!" JP waved a hand in the air. "Yea. I hooked up with a broad with three sets of racks. A pair of horns and-" he held up four fingers. "Two sets of tits. Of course, she had a man n he saw the love bites. So we got in a fight." The racer shrugged. "What're ya gonna do am I right?"

Dandy was drinking his water and resting his arm against the destroyed Trans Am while JP walked to take a seat. He was zoned out a bit, thinking about what to do next when Mole spoke up. Dandy thought he meant with the ride and quickly turned to see the alien man speak behind him. The way he addressed JP made Dandy squint his eyes.

Wait, what? Dandy thought as he watched the old man crawl over to JP. Was he in trouble? Then, he heard those conclusions from the old man. The idea of JP stealing someone's girl.

Dandy snorted with the water in his mouth. He had to cover his nose, making sure none came out when he held back his laugh.

JP didn't even look at women from what Dandy could tell and when the racer tried to describe her, even he was a bit lost on trying to picture her.

Three sets of racks? Tits? Wait, two sets of tits? He was grinning. JP was horrible at lying and Dandy was dying inside, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah he got in a fight, alright," Dandy took another sip of his water. Then, he walked over to JP's seat. Watch a real dumbass bluff, JP.

"I still can't believe that chick you scored with," Dandy shook his head. "You shoulda seen her, Old Man. She had some great hooters." Dandy pressed his lips to the water bottle, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile. "I didn't get ta see the fight. Guy kicked JP's ass real good by the dumpster outside the bar," he shook his head. Dandy looked to JP, trying to help the narrative. "I knew somethin' was up with Tits for Days walked back in with some other guy."

"Sweet JP can get anything he sets his eyes on. Be it the prize or a lady." JP smiled. He felt so damn full of himself. It wasn't too far fetched anyway. A woman with horns and four tits? It's not like he hadn't fucked someone similar in the past. "I'll show ya next time we go out for drinks, Dandy."

"Ya don't gotta prove nothing. I've seen it. A babe hanging off both arms." Mole grinned and mimicked a higher pitched voice. "Sweet JP. Sweet JP! Take a photo with me! Come with me! I want to take care of you! Sweetie boy, you need some loooove." He laughed even harder, "and then you take them to the pit garages coz you can't wait to get off the track!" It was the same story JP had told Dandy.

Dandy closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"That sounds like one helluva life, JP," he smiled. Dandy finished off his bottle of water and looked at the Trans Am. There was a feeling, deep down, that started to brew a bit.

JP could of had any girl he wanted. All of them could just flock to JP after a race and just spread their legs for him without him even asking. Bending over because he was Sweet JP.

"Hey, I'm gonna go step out and get some air," Dandy placed his a hand in his pocket. "It's a bit stuffy in here." He walked outside the mechanic's garage, his back resting against the warm metal.

The old man's words buzzed in Dandy's ears. A babe hanging off both arms. Women. Real-life women. Dandy lowered his head.

He felt jealous of the life JP had. To be a racer and to have women practically crawling all over you. To think JP didn't want something so amazing.

Instead...

Dandy felt a bit emotional for a moment.

Instead, Sweet JP wanted Space Dandy. Just some guy off the street that treated him right and gave him love. Real love.

"I guess one is enough for some," Dandy smiled, taking in a deep breath of fresh air and then exhaled. He shouldn't be jealous of a man who was dead. That JP was no longer around in this life, he died as soon as that crash happened at Yellowline.

He was a new man and Dandy was the only babe hanging off that racer's arm.

Dandy walked back inside the ship, trotting over to the Trans Am.

"So, were they hot, Old man? Nice asses?" Dandy asked, a big grin on his face. "Humans or aliens? Color me curious."

"It's a pretty good one I guess." JP admitted and drank some more of his water, "You feel like they love you." Feel like. They never actually did. They just wanted you for fame and money. "For some people, that's all they want."

Mole teased JP a bit about his inability to wait to take the ladies home as Dandy left the garage to head outside. Little did he know that JP still had that short wait fuse with Dandy. The alien hunter would come back to the old man tossing his empty and crumpled drink at JP, "Ya should share the ladies with me!"

JP shook his head and then waved at Dandy. "Got your air?"

"Oh, you bet. JP always picked the real pretty ones. He has an eye for detail you know." Mole scratched at his nose with his index finger. "He really loved getting with Supergrass women if I'll tell ya the truth. They're all women and sexy as hell. They even got magic."

"The Supergrass planet is home to a race of all women. They’re among the most perfect form of woman you'll ever get." JP reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. He lit it and blew a smoke ring at the old man. "Beautiful faces. Perky, bouncy tits. Hips like this.." he gestured with his hands. "And an ass to die for...firm and you could just-" he clapped his hands together. "Slap that." He continued his description of the legs these women had. Smooth and strong with curves in all the perfect places. "There's a pair of superstars called the Super Boins. I kind of want to one day have a got at both of them...but I doubt they'll ever talk to me. They got into Redline."

Dandy listened to the story about the perfect world with the perfect women. He was quiet, nodding, and picturing what they might look like. Perky breasts, amazing hips, and the perfect asses...

"Damn..." Dandy mumbled under his breath. That sounded like one of his wet dreams, only this one was real. He knew that if he ever went there, he would never want to leave. It was hard for Dandy to pick up from JP what was a lie and what was the truth when he spoke. Sometimes, he did sound interested in those women. Dandy wouldn't blame him, though. That sounded like paradise.

"I can imagine. Sounds like that's a place for gramps ta go when he retires, eh?" Dandy nudged the old man, grinning like an idiot. "If ya ever win a trip to Supergrass, ya gotta take us along with ya. I know that me and soda-" Dandy stopped dead sentence and cleared his throat. "Me 'nd Sweet JP would love to go there!" He laughed. "I almost said soda," Dandy was working on his recovery from that slip-up. "Guess I need ta get another drink or somethin'. It's so hot in here, damn!" He fanned himself, tugging at his collar to get some air.

"You betcha!" Mole pointed at Dandy. "The man still gots it!" He looked at JP. "How about you find a race on Supergrass so we can all go n chase some skirts?"

"I'm more interested in finding the closest races to me right now. I gotta get fuel for my Trans Am and you know that fuel ain't cheap!" JP crossed his arms. "Dandy, there's some beers n sodas in the fridge in the back. You'll know which one it is because it's got magnets all over it."

"Ya should switch to that new-fangled solid fuel that liquefies. The trans am could run for much longer with the same space's worth of fuel, JP." He pointed at the car's back end. Most of that space was dedicated to a large fuel tank.

JP made a face. He didn't like it.

Mole let out a hard sigh, "Why do ya gotta be like this JP?"

"The nitros! They only work on liquid fuel, old man!" JP raised both his arms, a bit of water from his bottle spilled out. "I need them. It's my winning edge!"

"One of these days you'll get yourself killed! I don't know what it is with you trying to go so damn fast. But if that's what you want..then...I have no choice. You're paying fer yer own coffin."

Dandy listened to the two discuss a different fuel solution, one he had never heard of. What was interesting was that JP was more "set in his ways" than the old man was. This was something Dandy really respected.

"JP likes what he likes, I suppose," Dandy shrugged, walking around the Trans Am. When he made it to the rear left-side tire, Dandy squatted and took a look at it. The rim was already taken off, but he still looked it over. If it wasn't for Frisbee being a bastard, he wouldn't have met JP. He then stood up again, walking over to the two as they talked.

"Got anything else for me ta do?" Dandy asked. "We still got a lotta time ta kill."

The Old man and JP stopped bickering about the fuel. Mole's welding mask flopped onto his face as he nodded, he flipped it back up. "Just tear it down. Find everything that works. If it's got blood on it, I got a thing to clean it right off."

He pointed at JP, "Come here, you need ta help me carry these metal pieces. I know yer strong even I can't press those pedals to the metal like you."

"Why didn't you just cut em inside?" JP groaned and got up. He lifted up a piece of sheet metal and waited for the old man to pick one up as well.

"I gotta keep an eye on you goofs. Let's see if you can tell what these pieces are." Mole started to walk through a door that raised up, rolling into itself. Many more machines were in there for all sorts of bending, folding, hammering, and drilling. Anything the old man needed, it was in there and what wasn't there, he could order.

"Mmf.." JP blew smoke out his nose like an angry bull blew steam. "Where's your cart? we could put these on there..."

Dandy gave Mole a nod and looked over the Trans Am. Or, a least he acted like he was. Dandy kept his eyes on JP, seeing how he carried the pieces of metal. He could practically see the muscles in those legs flex as JP walked. Then, he saw JP blow smoke out of his nose while he griped at the old man.

Dandy felt a little blush and hid inside the totaled car.

JP smoking. That's what was causing this blush? The way he blew out that smoke. How cool he looked as he spoke with it between his lips. He wanted those lips so badly.

He then started to try to remove the steering wheel. Goddamn it, he was craving JP. Dandy worked fast, dropping his tools as his thoughts raced. Sex while JP was smoking. Letting JP look down at him while he blew smoke out from his nose.

Dandy let out a sigh, these feelings needed to stop while he was trying to work. Save it for later, he thought as he continued to take apart the Trans Am.

Inside the belly of the ship, the metal pieces were refined and folded to create the new outer panels for the Trans Am. A different machine was working on the chassis, bending and bolting the basic structure of the machine. It was loud and the ship's heart, its engine, beat its 14 massive cylinders beating to power those assembly machines.

JP set his piece down, his hands on his hips. "It's been a long time since I've been back here. Things have changed. I remember you didn't have that thing there..."

They talked a bit about the new tools Mole had acquired with the money of the last machine he had made for JP. The streamlining of the process was amazing. The machines did a lot of the hard work for him and he could dedicate himself to the personal touches such as his expert welding.

The two men moved back and forth, taking the metal panels to the back. There was a lot of waiting on JP's part and eventually, he started bringing out the formed pieces for the chassis. These basic pieces would be the cornerstone for the whole vehicle and the old man had to make sure everything was perfect. He didn't want to see JP's angry side. Not only was he annoying because he wouldn't shut up about what was wrong but the man could throw some serious punches.

Dandy had a fight with the steering wheel. He then looked up from the Trans Am, needing a moment to think. He couldn't see JP or the old man, but he did hear work being done in the distance.

After a while, Dandy finally figured out how to remove the wheel itself. He wanted JP to have this and his seat for sure. You couldn't buy a seat or a steering wheel that had the same feel as these did. Dandy had a bit of a loving look on his face until he spotted the dried blood on the rim. He had a feeling he knew where that came from and shook his head.

After moving the wheel to the new pile of old parts, Dandy decides to explore a bit.

He followed to where JP was and bumped the racer's shoulder.

"Havin' fun yet?" Dandy asked cutely. He wanted to kiss JP when he greeted him but looked to the old man. Once these two were out of this garage, Dandy was planning to cling and kiss on JP. Hopefully in the rental...

"I want to say yes but...no." JP looked a little annoyed, "Doesn't the old man know I don't do this kinda work? I'm a driver, not a mechanic." he said despite his clear ability to lift. He really was spoiled by his life enough that he just didn't want to help. "I really should be doing my workouts to keep sharp and leave this all up to you two"

Mole rolled his eyes, "Ya know, workin's a workout JP. What're you gonna do? Run around? Do some jumpin' jacks?" He scooted over and welded another part. "Do ya need me to call Frisbee to come n calm ya down?"

"Fris- No..." for a moment JP did wish he was with Frisbee...if only because that bastard had all his gear to keep in shape. Those weights to work out his back and neck muscles and the ones for his legs too. Had it been weeks? Months? Since he had really worked out and he noticed it when he ran. He had spent so long just laying on his back that his endurance had suffered. But then again, he really didn't want to see Frisbee. He could get all that stuff again but...the Aloha 'Oe didn't have another room to spare. Shit. "I'm fine. I don't need him." Instead, JP took off his jacket and found himself somewhere to hang onto and began to do pull-ups.

Mole responded in a quiet voice, "I don't know. Sounds like you need yer friend. He knows you more than I do. You two grew up together."

Dandy noticed the hesitation when Frisbee was mentioned. Instead of chiming in and mentioning how he had weights on his ship, he let Mole talk. His mentioning of JP needing his "friend" sent a stab through his heart.

Mole had no idea who he just said that in front of. Dandy looked over at JP, seeing the racer doing pull-ups.

"Yeah, I have some weights on my ship too," Dandy commented. "So uh," he quickly moved his head to look at Mole. "JP has a friend? I had no idea," Dandy placed his hands on his hips, straightening out his back. Sorry JP, baby. Your man has to play along.

"I've never heard of Frisbee."

"Yea. His friend, mechanic, and also a shifty bastard." Mole looked at JP who was still doing pull-ups. "He got JP into trouble. Landed the boy in prison. Tsk. What do you see in him, James? He's not who the boy he once was!"

JP didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say because if he did say something he could hurt Dandy or he could reveal that he had parted ways with Frisbee already. Instead, he just kept working his arms. He looked toward the floor, his face serious due to him focusing on the pull-ups.

Dandy watched JP, seeing how he didn't respond. He knew JP didn't still like Frisbee, but it was awkward as hell that the old man didn't know about Frisbee and JP splitting.

"Man tossed JP into prison?" Dandy shifted his hands to his pockets. "He does sound like a real piece of work." Then, Dandy pointed to the sheet metal.

"I can probably lift more than lady killer over there," his voice was teasing, but there was a little bit of salt that rolled off that tongue of his. Even though Dandy knew why JP was being so standoffish about Frisbee, he still felt bitter about him not telling Mole the truth:

He and JP were an item.

And Dandy wanted to prove that he could replace Frisbee in every way by helping fix the Trans-Am 20000. He was doing this to try to impress JP and right now.

Right now he really wanted to flex.

"JP is supposed ta stand and look pretty. You got me ta help you out," he thumbed at his chest.

"JP took the blame for Frisbee n got himself locked up. I don't know what he was thinkin'. Why would you go through that just for some friend." Mole turned his welder off. "Go to the back n check if the machines are done with the next piece for this thing."

"Pssh.. lady killer.." JP smiled a little. He did like that nickname.

He let go of the bad he had found and landed on his feet. "I need another smoke. I'll leave you two alone for now. You know where to find me." He walked out of the garage's entrance and climbed up to his favorite lookout spot on the red ship.

"What's up with him? You not lettin' him smoke?" Mole watched JP leave and then got up. He was really considering calling up Frisbee to take care of his attitude."Let me help ya get those pieces from the back."

"Nah, I let him smoke," Dandy said with a little smile. "The guy just doesn't like ta smoke around me, I guess." Dandy followed the old man to the back, lifting up any sheets he needed. With a grunt, Dandy spoke up again.

"I should, hng! Really thank you for fixin' up my ride!" Dandy said through his teeth. Once he picked up the sheet, he took a breath. "Whenever you're free after this build, how's about I take ya into space and to a place called BooBies?" He said with a sly grin. Dandy walked over to Mole with the sheet. "We'll take JP along too. I can tell that guy needs a lighten up a bit." Then, his feelings came through as he spoke up again.

"Look, I know he's been goin' through a lot lately. It's why I've been stickin' around him. He needs someone to watch his ass after that crash. You know it wrecked more than his car," Dandy sighed as he walked with the metal. His face went soft while he spoke. Then, he looked over at Mole. "Let's focus more on this car for him, a'right? James really needs this in his life right now."

"No need ta thank me, pal. James paid for yer ride." Mole worked on getting more welds done. These were just to hold for now. He would have to really get in there and affix everything with a lot of care tomorrow. The basic shape was taking form already but it was still a long way to go."BooBies? Never been there. What's it like?"

"Don't worry about him. He gets like this all the time. The lil punk is moody." The old man thought that all JP needed was some more woman. "I bet he's like this coz he got his ass kicked. He doesn't like throwin punches...takes a lot for him to do it. So he ends up taking a beating." Of course, Mole knew that JP really loved his car. That's why he was such a prick when it came to the details. But it just meant that it challenged his own ability to modify and build. "This new car for JP...its based on an upgraded spec sheet Frisbee made after that crash. Two nitros was enough but JP wanted more. Frisbee wanted more for JP."

Dandy didn't even elaborate more on BooBies. He felt his stomach twist the more Mole talked about Frisbee.

These upgrades were based off of Frisbee's ideas. Frisbee wanted more for JP. Dandy bit his lip. Why did Frisbee want more? To watch JP crash again? Dandy thought as he watched Mole work.

Hr couldn't take this talk anymore.

"I'm gonna go check up on JP," Dandy was already walking away from Mole while he spoke. Then, he stopped and glanced back at the old man. "Warn JP if you do get that guy here, will ya?" That's the last surprise that racer would probably want.

Dandy stepped outside, looking around for JP.

"Baby? Baby where 're you at?" Dandy called out. He then smelt that faint cigarette smoke. But where was it coming from? "JP, we gotta talk."

"Warn?" The old man glanced at Dandy for a moment. "Right, so he can come back from where he is." He watched Dandy leave and continued his work. It was getting late in the day and even if he did call Frisbee. The green alien wouldn't show up until tomorrow most likely.

JP had climbed the side of the garage and sat at the top of the curve. His boots were perfect for it, keeping him from sliding as he had climbed. He looked out and blew some more smoke. He heard Dandy's voice calling him by a pet name. "I'm up here." He stuck a leg out from beyond the ledge and waved it around. "What do you want to say?"

Dandy looked up at JP, knowing he couldn't climb that with his boots.

"Your old man is really wantin' ta get that Frisbee guy here," he explained. His focus moved off of JP and towards the evening sky. He rested his arm on the metal and took a deep breath.

"I don't know what ta do if he does show up, baby," Dandy slid his back against the metal wall and sat against it. "He's your ex, ya know? He treated you like shit and I'm not one ta just stand by and be okay with that," he looked up, barely catching a glimpse of JP's leg. "Do ya want me around if he shows up? I mean, I'm not good at faking that I like someone."

"I know. I heard him and I felt a squeeze in my chest and not the kind I like. It was....like a vice." JP had felt some panic and when he felt himself breathing faster and faster he had let himself out for a smoke break. He could focus on breathing slowly.

I don't know what to do either..." he had been making circles over the dusty red metal the whole time he had been outside. He didn't want there to be a fight for him in front of the old man but if he wanted to take a large chunk of Frisbee's money he had to...play along. He wouldn't have to do it for that long right? "You were doing pretty good so far in my opinion."

"Thanks," Dandy smiled and looked back out at the junkyard. This had been his home for almost a week and there was a bit of a nostalgic feeling coming from the site. He rested his head to the side as if trying to talk to JP through the wall. "I guess I'll have ta play along too," Dandy stood back up and tried to see JP up on the roof again.

"Wanna help me up there? Or do ya wanna get down here and go get somethin' ta eat? Today just flew by," Dandy had a little smile. He couldn't put on a big grin right now. There was a bit of worry the plagued his mind. What if Frisbee tried anything? What if Frisbee did ask for JP back? How would JP react? Would JP want to be back with this mystery suited man? They were childhood friends, after all. And when it came to Dandy: they had barely known each other for a full week. Was their history going to trump the relationship these two had been growing during this trial boyfriend event?

"I'd kinda like to drive today too," Dandy added. "Just get some food and eat in the rental."

"I'll come down. Just be behind me in case I slip. There's a real steep area further down." JP moved and started his climb down. He was trying to be careful because in the past he had his fair share of falls. None of them from the top though. He made it down safely and jumped down when there were only a few of those ridges left.

He hugged Dandy, squeezing him tight in his arms. "Let's get something to eat." He loosened his hold on the alien hunter, "The old man has his own stash of things but I never liked his cuisine. Must be his home planet's dishes. either way, we don't have to worry about him." he placed the key card into Dandy's hand.

Dandy watched JP, his arms out to guide the racer in case he did slip. As if he had done this hundreds of times before, JP made it down without an issue. That hug was something that Dandy needed after what he had just experienced with the old man. A reminder that he and JP were together.

"Oh yeah? I'll take your word for it," Dandy smirked and took the keycard. He looked around as if making sure no one could witness his kiss to JP's lips. "Let's get goin', handsome!" he smacked JP's ass with a grin and then ran to the rental. Then, he stopped dead in his tracks. No, Dandy. Remember last time.

He then jogged backward, pulling up next to JP.

"Ya know what? I got a better idea," Dandy smiled sweetly and moved his hand out to JP's. He walked with JP to the rental, glancing up at the sky every once in a while. It seemed that the clouds were sparse, a much better weather report than yesterday's. As they walked over to the rental, Dandy used the keycard to open the driverside. He opened the door, unlocked the ride, and walked JP over to the racer's side.

"Feel free ta smoke in the car," he commented and kissed JP on the cheek. "I don't mind. I really don't mind."

JP happily took Dandy's hand in his as they walked to the rental. "You really like my ass, don't you? I can feel it in the way you slap it..the grab at the end pulling it up." he reached over to place his hand on Dandy's chest, just feeling that meat there.

He sat down on the passenger side and looked up at Dandy. "I don't think big dick would like if I smoked in his rental, love." He snickered and closed the door.

Dandy got over on his side and gave JP a big grin.

"Big Dick probably wouldn't be cool with you jizzin' on the back seat, but that didn't stop ya," Dandy laughed, finally getting that smile that went from ear-to-eat. He leaned over the center console and kissed against JP's jaw. "But do whatever. The old man was catchin' on that you don't smoke around me. If we gotta fake not dating, then ya gotta be yourself and do what ya do," Dandy put the rental into reverse and turned around. Then, he was on his way out of the junkyard and headed into the city.

He was hoping to find a place that was pretty empty. The time was between lunch and dinner so, fingers crossed there wouldn't be many people out getting food.

"Ya know, I don't even know what day it is anymore," Dandy admitted as he rolled down his window. Placing his arm on the door, he looked over at JP. "Time just becomes a bit of a blur when I'm hangin' out with ya," he chuckled. "It's pretty nice, ya know? It's like...Time really doesn't matter when you're havin' fun," Dandy blushed a little at his own words and looked out the window. It was almost as if he was trying to hide it from JP.

"Oh fuck-" JP had forgotten he had done that! He looked over to the back to see the now dried mess. "He's going to kill me..." He felt the kiss on his jaw and looked at Dandy. "Did he really? Can he smell my nicotine levels or what?" He sniffed the back of his hand.

"That's life on the fast lane Dandy. Things feel slow but before you know it bam. You nearly missed something important. You've been going through life not looking where you're going..." He smiled a little, "With you...I get to look around and I really like it. The blinders have finally been taken off this horse."

"Don't cut yourself short," Dandy grinned. "You're a stallion, soda pop~" then he let out a snicker at that and shrugged.

"Ya know after we get our food we could try ta clean the back of this thing. I betcha it wouldn't be too hard to clean out these back seats. I mean it's just jizz, ya know?" Dandy then saw a fast-food place up ahead. It looked pretty empty, even the drive-thru was vacant. As they pulled up, Dandy decided to park in the lot. He looked over at JP.

"Hey. Wanna surprise the guys in the drive-through?" He grinned. "Could ya imagine workin' at this rinky-dink place and then seein' Sweet JP as a customer?" Dandy was already unbuckled and rested his arm on the back of the seat. "We could swap places and you can order for us. That and... I don't have any cash on me." He tilted his head at JP, a playful 'pity me' grin on his face.

"Really? A stallion?" JP went red since he had never really thought about it that way. He always just thought horse or something like that. "Anyway..the back seat is already a mess, Dandy.."

"Hmm? What are you thinking?" He saw Dandy unbuckle himself and set the car to park. He unbuckled his own belt. "You're right. Don't worry about it. Let's switch..wait...I can't order at drive-thrus though." He held up his right hand, "I pay with my ring remember?"

Dandy squinted at the rings and then at JP.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that," he rubbed his chin and then pointed his finger at the door of the fast-food joint. "I guess we gotta go inside," Dandy stepped out of the car and over to JP's side. He opened the door, letting the racer out. Even though JP didn't have on his casts, Dandy still found himself being a gentleman and holding doors open for his partner.

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