27 Roller Mobster

JP posed at the entrance of the restaurant with the woman he had pulled from the crowd for the cameras. Most of the poses were hug and being cute. But he did make one raunchy pose, pressing his hips to her ass. He pulled her into the pub to get first dibs at the seats on the table. A waitstaff followed them to get ready to jot down what they would want to eat.

Frisbee came up behind them and sat beside JP in the booth effectively making the racer be in the middle. He rubbed JP's thigh beneath the table. "I got a nice bed ready for you, James. Enjoy your meal." He opened up a menu and slid it toward the one-night couple. "Looks like they have those wings and ribs you wanted."

JP looked down and then at the menu, "Yea it looks like they do." He pointed at the items for the rose-blonde woman to see what he planned on ordering. She agreed to their shared meal. She would drink something sweet and fruity and JP

would order a beer for himself.

Frisbee ordered a steak meal for himself and a beer as well. He looked at Dandy, pulling his hand up from under the table. "What will you be having?"

He was sitting across from JP and Frisbee, his eyes on JP. Then, Dandy saw Frisbee's hand move below the table and heard those words to the racer. He had to refrain from kicking the sleazy mechanic. If Dandy did try to make a move, he might kick JP instead and break his shin with those steel-toed boots. And the last thing he wanted was for JP to go into the hospital tonight.

Then again, if he did go back to the hospital then he wouldn't have to go to the hotel tonight with Frisbee. But still. He didn't want to hurt JP. But now if he broke Frisbee's shin...

Frisbee speaking up to Dandy made the alien hunter end his train of thoughts.

"Hah?" Dandy spoke up. He blinked and then looked at the menu. "I, erm," he looked quickly. "I'll have the, uh, the same thing as Sweet JP." He handed the menu over to his date. She made a comment about how she didn't like meat, making Dandy look at her. "Then order somethin' else, baby. You don't gotta share with me," he said with a little smile. She blinked and looked at her friend. Holy shit. Holy shit she thought she had to share a meal.

He placed his arm behind her. "Make sure you order enough to take back home, a'right? Pasta is always better the next day," Dandy said sweetly. Now JP could see what kind of treatment he had been getting for almost a week.

The order was written down and the wait staff left. The kitchen would be preparing the dishes quickly. They were efficient and those ribs were already in the oven just waiting to be pulled out. The stake would take longer and so the ribs would only be brought out at the last moment.

While they waited for their meals, Frisbee looked at his phone, he needed to look at all the event he could schedule for JP.

JP leaned against the rose-blonde babe and turned to hug her. It looked like he was the one more interested but he just wanted some comfort and he wasn't going to seek it from Frisbee.

"He's cute.." The supergrass woman whispered, stroking the racer's back. "Whoever made you this adorable? I swear...they should make another one."

"He's always that sweet," Dandy said with a smile. "That's how he got his name, ya know?" He cocked his head to the side, unable to hide his loving gaze on JP. Then, he had an idea. Dandy dropped his gold wrist communicator onto the floor under the table. He acted surprised. Oldest trick in the book.

"Oh whoops!" Dandy then looked under the table, trying to find out which legs belonged to who. Grabbing his bracelet, Dandy found JP's leg. He gave it a little stroke and then moved back up. "Got it! This thing is always slipping' off!" He let out a laugh, his hand moving back behind his date. She did let out a little chuckle at that.

Then, from under the table, JP would feel a comforting rub against his leg from Dandy's boot. Gave him a little smirk, tilting his head at JP.

"So, what races are comin' up for the big shot, hm?" Dandy looked over at Frisbee.

JP moved his leg out, closer to Dandy's and smiled. He buried his face into the breasts of his girl and smiled. He pulled back, "I hope you didn't mind that. Been feeling a little touch starved." He laughed a little.

"I don't mind. Anything to make a boy like you happy." The supergrass woman smiled, "Such a shame. I would have loved to see you go head to head with the Super Boins. Maybe in another race." She pinched his nose, "Can't win them all. We were all so worried about you!"

"He's going to the Juimont-Muul Circuit first its a FIGA race which stands for The Federation of Intergalactic Autoracing if you didn't know. However, he needs to enter for AIP as well You know AIP right? Autodrome Interplanetary Prix? Those two are sanctioned racing organizations with seasons, unlike the Redline Grad Prix which goes on five-year rotations." Frisbee rubbed his temples. "There's also races like the GTC..."

JP explained the abbreviation. "the Galactic Touring Championship."

Frisbee was counting on his fingers, listing the organization names, "and endurance races by the SEA."

The racer spoke again with a sigh," which is the Silverstone Endurance Association."

Dandy was watching JP rub his face against those breasts. He didn't get jealous at all. He actually felt pretty good about the whole thing, believe it or not. The woman being Dandy's date leaned against the alien hunter, her head on his shoulder.

"That sounds like a pretty backed up schedule," Dandy moved his hand around his date's waist, making her let out a little sound. She giggled and looked at her friend. "Whoa, Redline is every five years?" Dandy sat up and then looked at JP. "You did tell me that, didn't cha? I must've forgotten," he was taking in all the new facts. Maybe if JP stayed with his crew then QT could replace Frisbee as the one in charge of his racing. He could find all the races, even ones that Frisbee might not even know about.

"There sure is a lot of races, huh?" The woman said, her hand moving onto Dandy's thigh. Dandy felt a chill go up his spine. A woman's touch! A real woman's touch! He felt himself blush and then looked at JP. Oh no.

But wait. He had to act interested, not saying he didn't enjoy the attention of a woman.

"There sure are, baby. It's so hard ta keep them all straight!" Dandy let out one of his cute laughs.

"Yes, it only happened eight times but it's the dream of every driver to win Redline. It became highly prestigious thanks to the high stakes and because Supergrass pays out big time for the winner." Frisbee leaned back and looked at the woman that JP was with. That's why the Supergrass people were so worried. They had voted for JP but he didn't manage to get enough to get in. They had wanted him so he could go against those Super Boin babes. "JP getting into that wreck set us back big time. He missed two races we had scheduled. Lost a lot of money but he'll make it back quickly."

The plates started to come in. Ribs first, a basket of breadsticks and various drips. The drinks followed and then Frisbee's steak dinner alongside the dish that dandy's lady-date had ordered.

JP looked down at the ribs with a grin but reached over to grab a breadstick and take a bite first. He and his lady friend started to dig in without so much as waiting for anyone else.

Frisbee scooted over out of the hurtbox of JP's left elbow as the racer started bringing rib after rib to his face and stripping the bone clean. He even sucked on the ends to get that delicious rub off of the marrow part.

"How hungry were you!? I'll have to get you another plate of ribs!" Frisbee watched as bone after bone piled on the far side of the plate. Maybe he'd have to ask for two extra orders of ribs. He hadn't even started. He was simply amazed.

Dandy saw his plate that looked identical to JP's and beamed. He watched JP eat, unable to stop smiling as his boyfriend chowed down. Joining in, he had remembered how hungry he was after working all day. Not only that, but he had also carried JP that morning. His stomach was aching as he started to stuff his face with ribs and listened to Frisbee go on like he seemed to do constantly.

"Dude barely got ta eat today," Dandy said with his mouth full. Swallowing the ribs, he put a couple more onto JP's plate. He then grabbed a breadstick and lightly rubbed JP's leg to get his attention. Dandy looked over at his date and grinned.

"Wanna see me stick this whole thing in my mouth?" He chuckled and then went for it. Like he had done on him and JP's first date, Dandy put the breadstick awkwardly into this mouth. His cheek was stuffed as he broke the bread in half.

"Don't get choked!" The woman giggled, seeing Dandy try to speak.

"Twah-daw!" Dandy then looked to JP as he chewed the breadstick. He took a big chug from his beer and then leaned against his date. She was giggling, shaking her head as he placed a breadstick to her lips. "Wha? Don't want it?" He puckered up his lips. She shook her head, trying not to laugh.

He then pointed it at JP.

"Wanna bite, soda--," Dandy stopped, feeling his heart stop for a second. He couldn't use his pet name. His foot slowly moved down JP's leg. "Wanna bite, Sweet JP? You look like you could go for a breadstick."

JP glanced at Frisbee and tried not to elbow him while he ate. "Sorry, I'm just so hungry..." He stopped eating if only to drink his pint of beer. He felt the rub on his leg and looked at Dandy. Why yes, I do want to see that. He thought. Then Dandy went for it, the racer laughed. "Careful there. Wouldn't want an accident to happen on such a nice night."

He saw the offer of a breadstick and took it. He looked at Dandy, into his eyes, as he bit into the broken side of the bread. "Its very delicious." He rubbed his leg against Dandy's and was quite adventurous by going up high before setting his boot back down.

Frisbee didn't notice. He was cutting into his steak and dipping it into some gravy served on top of a mound of cheesy mashed potatoes. He looked at JP and offer the racer a baby carrot on the edge of his fork.

JP looked away from Dandy and took the carrot with his teeth, not touching the fork.

Dandy felt that boot moving up his leg, teasing him and then moving back down. He wanted more of that. Dandy watched Frisbee offer JP a carrot and then looked over at his date.

"You likin' what ya got?" He asked, resting his head on his hand. She was nodding, taking a sip of her fruity drink through a thin straw. Dandy giggled his hand massaging her side. The date leaned against him more. He then looked to JP's date. "How about you, baby? You doin' alright? Need anything?"

It looked like Dandy was going to keep his focus on the ladies any time Frisbee wanted JP's attention. This was the only way for Dandy to keep from kicking Frisbee under the table. He could so break more than just his shin in this moment. Feeding JP that? Really? Give him something worth eating!

Dandy kept his smile going, being a gentlemen to the women.

JP seemed to not be very good at being very gentlemanly to his date. He simply seemed to be providing her some company, sharing his food and leaning on her.

They finished their ribs and JP poked Frisbee's shoulder asking him for a plate of hot wings instead. "Buffalo wings and with extra sauce on the side." He sucked on his thumbs, index, and middle fingers, which he had used for the ribs. His ring and pinky fingers he had held out to not get them dirty with the seasoning. He had the same look in his eyes when he talked to both Frisbee and the Supergrass woman. But when he looked at Dandy, it was markedly different. It wasn't that his eyes looked darker, his pupils just dilated whenever he gazed at Dandy. God...he loved that man.

Frisbee sighed and looked out into the pub and waved a hand to catch a worker's attention. He asked for JP's buffalo wings. Twenty pieces should be enough right? "Also another round of drinks."

Dandy was finishing off his beer when he looked over at JP. The racer was staring at him, his eyes big like a cat looking at a toy. Dandy flashed a smile and then moved his foot up JP's leg and against his inner thigh. Out of the corner of his mouth, Dandy stuck out his tongue. Frisbee wouldn't be able to see it but the Supergrass women would. He date giggled and whispered to Dandy.

"Are you teasing him?" She smiled, moving her arms around Dandy's waist. The woman looked over at JP, giving him a big cutesy smile. "So the papers are true. You two are a thing," she was very hushed as she spoke." Dandy looked over at her, placing a couple kisses against her ear.

"Play along," he whispered. Dandy then looked back to JP, his foot continuing to rub against that thigh, and then slowly moved back down that leg. He knew this wasn't the time to tease JP but damn it between the women and the drinking, he was really wanting JP. Dandy held his glass up when Frisbee's new round of drinks showed up.

"Hell yeah!" Dandy grinned, ready for more beer.

JP felt that foot move up and up and over to his inner thigh. He looked down at the table as if he'd see through it. His cheeks turned a rosy pink. He certainly felt teased. He scooted back into his seat and crossed his legs at the ankles. He cleared his throat and reached for the last remains of his beer to chug down, his adam's apple bobbed as he drank so desperately so...thirstily. That look of love in his eyes faded away when he turned his eyes to Frisbee. "Will you let me drive at the end of food?"

Frisbee was finishing up his plate by now and he set his knife and fork down. "Well no, James. I have to drive this time. You haven't been around the city enough to know where the hotel I'm staying at is." He pushed his empty plate away and crossed his arms behind his head. "I know you're eager to get behind the wheel but it has to be this way. I'll let you drive all you want on other days, I promise. That way you won't be all cooped up at the garage and bored out of your pretty head."

The hot wings came and so did that second round of drinks.

"You better." JP ate slower this time, really savoring the sauce on these wings and deliberately licking at his fingers now for Dandy to see but also to hear the pop when he pulled his index finger out of his mouth.

Dandy listened to Frisbee turning down JP's question about driving tonight. Then, there was also talk of a hotel. God every time Frisbee told JP no or acted like he was in charge of that man's life, Dandy wanted to fight him. Right hook. Dropkick. Uppercut. Something.

But his mind was now distracted by JP eating wings and sucking off the sauce from his fingers. Dandy needed that mouth. He needed his man. Taking his new beer, Dandy started to sip and then chug it. That pop sound. Dandy rubbed his legs together and grabbed a breadstick.

"So, uh, where am I sleepin' tonight, Fris?" Dandy asked, putting the tip of the breadstick in his mouth. His attention was towards the man he hated but he looked out of the corner of his eye to the man he loved. Dandy slowly took a bite of the breadstick, chewing it as his eyes stayed locked on JP.

"Since the old man said he saw your ship take off. It is safe to say you don't have a place to sleep." Frisbee chuckled, "I'll take you back too. There are two beds in my room. Didn't plan on using the second bed honestly."

It didn't go unnoticed to Frisbee that JP was making all sorts of noises while he ate those wings. Sucking and licking his fingers. Even those appreciative "Mmmnn"s. It sounded so much like something else. "James cut it out. You can't be doing this in public. What will the people in the other booth think?"

"They're sooooo good though!" JP licked his lips slowly and smiled. "The salt n spice...the vinegary flavor. I can't get enough." He picked up a breadstick and dipped it into the little cup with extra sauce. He leaned forward toward Frisbee and stuffed his mouth. But the view was for Dandy.

Frisbee could smell it. JP was feeling hot and bothered. He wanted some action ever since that drive on the highway. No wonder he was being like this. Flirtatious even with his food.

"I appreciate that," Dandy nodded. Oh HELL no. That man this he's going to have JP sleeping with him and then have Space Dandy sleep alone? After JP had been acting? After all those sounds?

Dandy knew those sounds. He gripped his pants, moving to rub his foot along JP's leg again, a bit faster. Up and down like he was stroking. His eyes stayed on JP's lips. Thankfully, Dandy's date leaned to kiss his sideburns.

"You're staring," she whispers. Dandy turned, seeing her giggling. She kisses his cheek. Dandy moved his hand up to her shoulder, gently massaging it. He slowed down his foot against JP's leg. You gotta settle down, Dandy.

"Thanks, baby," he smiled and leaned to kissed her cheek. Dandy then reached over to JP's plate of wings.

"Yoink!" Dandy grinned, taking one of the small drumstick-shaped pieces. "I don't think you'll be missin' this one, Sweet~" he winked and placed the entire bone into the mouth. With a little bit of chewing and tongue work, Dandy managed to get all the meat off the bone. He pulled the clean bone out of his mouth, making a satisfied hum at the taste. Then, placed the bone on his plate and licked his fingers.

"Makin' sounds while you eat is complimentary, baby," Dandy side-eyed at Frisbee.

JP was done with his food by now and he whispered into Frisbee's pointed ear to get up so he could go to the bathroom.

Frisbee got up, letting JP scoot out, and then sat back down. He didn't need to babysit JP and while the racer looked for and found the bathroom, he picked up the racer's pint of beer and drank from it.

JP had to wash his hands but also he wanted to see if there was a stall. God, he wanted a quick jerk. Anything. Please. He wanted Dandy so much and Frisbee was keeping them apart. It only made him desire his boyfriend more. He stepped inside and noticed it was a multi urinal bathroom. He washed his hands thoroughly. There were other men in here.

Dandy watched as JP got up from the table. No don't go, Dandy thought. He had a little pout as he watched the racer leave. And, of course, he had to watch those leather pants. He then looked over, seeing Frisbee sip out of JP's beer.

"If you want a beer so badly, you shoulda got two," Dandy's playful persona left. He couldn't fake it while JP was out of the room. The alien hunter crossed his legs under the table, his arms stretched along the back of the booth.

"So," he picked up his beer and took a sip. "You and JP, huh? I guess opposites attract."

"What's his is mine." Frisbee set the beer down. He had sipped from the same place JP had. "Besides Dandy. I just wanted a taste. No harm in that."

"We met each other at an orphanage." Were both the same age but abandoned for different reasons." Frisbee looked down at the table. "My parents had no means to take care of me. James'? Well, his mother simply didn't want him and discarded him like trash." He seemed to get angry. "I couldn't leave him alone you know? I saw him crying and I had to become his only friend."

JP waited for his turn at a urinal and washed his hands once more and he even washed his face. Before he left he pressed his hand to his crotch and grinded on his palm for a moment. He wasn't satisfied. It didn't help. In fact, that made it worse. He stepped out of the bathroom with a sigh. He didn't want to make it to the table too fast and instead went to order himself a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

Dandy listened to Frisbee, taking in the story. JP's mom tossing him aside. Frisbee becoming his only friend.

So that's why JP stayed by Frisbee all these years.

"He never told me that," Dandy place both hands at the base of his beer glass. Doing something nice doesn't make them good, Dandy reminded himself. He looked in the direction JP had went.

"That man can take forever in the bathroom..." Dandy mumbled and finished off his beer. He then looked towards the bar. He wasn't feeling a buzz yet and with what was going on: Dandy refused to get drunk.

"So, did you guys race as kids or something? Seems like you both have a passion for it," Dandy was trying to get as much backstory as he could from Frisbee. He never liked to pry JP about his history, especially if Frisbee was involved.

"He hates it...he took to racing after he saw all the attention the racers get. He wanted attention from women. He wanted validation and that people wanted him." Frisbee looked towards the bathroom. "He wants to prove to himself he's worth something." He crossed his arms on the table. "He took on that all black and spikey exterior to look tougher or something but the crowds still saw him for what he was. A sweet young man."

When Dandy brought up racing, Frisbee nodded. "We would hop the fence of the orphanage to head into the junkyard to steal parts. We made our own little carts and joined little races. Downhill slopes you know. Grassroots stuff. I built the things and he drove them." He reminisced about the past, thinking about JP's laugh and that happy glimmer in his eyes. "He loved the kisses he got at the end of those races so much he would cry. Sometimes he still does. He never took kisses from men. Only women and he would let the older ones kiss him the most but only on his face..never on his lips."

Dandy was looking into the pub's public, keeping an eye out for JP. So JP was a lot like him. He just wanted someone to love him. Showing off and trying to look intimidating. Meanwhile, deep down...

They were both lonely, sweet men. Looking for love and someone to hold.

He looked back to Frisbee. The comment about the kiss on the lips made him raise an eyebrow.

"You think he's savin' his lips for the right woman?" Dandy turned to rest his arms on the table. Then, he waved his hand. "Actually, ya know, none of my business," he chuckled.

Frisbee laughed, "Oh no...He's kissed a few people on the lips. But he's not very into women. His mommy issues keep him from forming lasting bonds with them." He leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes, beneath the table, he crossed his legs. "When we were around 14, he thought he found a girl. We saw her on a little dirt track and she was driving a cart, she got stuck on the retaining wall. Green hair, a little bit of pink. Her name is Sonoshee. He was smitten and only talked about her for what seemed to be months and then never mentioned her again. I think he's forgotten about her."

Frisbee looked back at the crowd when JP still hadn't returned, "Did he run away again? Please tell me he didn't..." He patted his pocket, the keys were still there. There shouldn't be a reason for JP to have run off then.

"D'aw a li'l crush," Dandy chuckled at the story about Sonoshee. Then he heard Frisbee's comment about JP running away again. Now was his chance!

"Oh shit what?" Dandy sat up, looking around. He wanted to look shocked. "Let me go find him," he was shifting out of the booth and turn to Frisbee. "Keep an eye on the ladies. I'll be sure to get his little racer ass back here," Dandy thumbed at himself, trying to look pissed. Before Frisbee could say anything, Dandy trudge off and into the crowd.

Once he was out of view, Dandy made a dead sprint towards the bathroom.

"Soda pop? Soda pop?" Dandy called out, looking around for JP. He opened the bathroom door and didn't see his partner. He closed it and then looked towards the bar. "Come on soda pop, where are ya?"

"He's adorable with crushes..." Frisbee laughed and watched Dandy run off to find the racer.

Obscured by a group that was standing and chatting away with drinks in their hands, JP was sitting at the bar using a fork to eat that slice of chocolate cheesecake. Little bit by little bit, taking his time. It wasn't even a huge slice. He just really was trying to make his time away from that table last not realizing that his action had probably made him look real constipated or something to the group because he still hadn't returned.

Dandy thought he saw that large pompadour from the bar. Was JP over here to get a drink? He had a beer at the table. Then again, he was probably trying to escape Frisbee. Same, Dandy thought and walked up behind the racer. He peeked around JP and spoke up.

"We thought you fell in," Dandy said from behind JP. He placed his hand on the racer's shoulder. "I can't believe you went

ta get cheesecake without me!" Dandy sat on the stool next to him, a big smile on his face. He waved down a bartender, asking for a slice for himself.

"So, did it all come out okay?" He chuckled, his eyes dreamy as he looked at JP. God, he was so happy to finally be like this around the racer. All day he had to fake not being with JP. But now, in this brief moment, he could finally be alone with him.

JP tensed up when he felt the hand on his shoulder and spun around on the stool. He looked up at Dandy and relaxed. "Dandy!" He couldn't contain his excitement and leaned over once Dandy sat down to hug him tightly and give him kisses where ever they happened to land on his face. He pulled back and rubbed his hand along Dandy's thigh a few times. He picked up his fork and continued poking at his slice of cheesecake. "Of course it all came out okay. I actually didn't spend too long in there. I've been over here most of the time..."

God, he missed those kisses and the rub to his thigh. When JP explained he had been at the bar this whole time with his cheesecake, Dandy couldn't help but shake his head. The bartender placed down the piece of cheesecake and the fork for him. Nodding, Dandy took a bite and then spoke up.

"I don't blame ya. That Frisbee really has a creepy vibe, ya know?" He commented with a bite of cheesecake in his cheek. Swallowing, he looked over at JP. He was happy to talk to him one-on-one but sadly it wasn't about to be the best conversation. "I'm worried about tonight."

He looked back down at the cheesecake.

"Do you think we could, I dunno, call it all off? Maybe find another way to pay for your Trans Am?" Dandy couldn't look at JP. "I mean sure, you'll get your honey back but the stink of that guy will still be all over it." He looked away, gripping his fork. Then, he took another bite. Dandy moved his hand to JP's thigh. "That guy mentioned only two beds. I can't sleep in the same room as that guy when he's sleepin' with you."

Then, Dandy looked back at JP. He rubbed his eye and took a breath.

"You're worried?" JP frowned and listened further. "B-but my honey...I would do anything to have her back!" He really would at least, that's what he thought. Anything to get his lifeline back. "I don't have any money to pay the old man any more and I can't work without a car. It's a lot of money too you know? A fortune." He closed his eyes tightly, "I want to get back on the track and do what I love."

He looked at Dandy, "It's just tonight...If I can get myself hurt tomorrow..he'll leave me alone and he'll continue his work. I need to think of something." He looked back at his cake. "Or something else. I don't know. Maybe I can just pretend."

JP needed his Trans Am. He wasn't Sweet JP without it. Dandy looked to JP and stood up from his stool.

"No," he stared JP dead in the eyes. Dandy walked up to the racer, placing his fork back onto his plate. "No. I can't let you do this," he moved to hold JP's hand. "We can get your Trans Am without you havin' ta crawl back to Frisbee. You have already made so much progress in such a short time." Dandy started to reflect on what they had done together.

"You found your confidence again and you found out that you didn't need him," he rubbed his thumbs along JP's knuckles. "You still don't need him. James, baby," Dandy was stern as he spoke, but it was full of love.

"You have me," Dandy moved JP's hand onto his omamori, a good luck charm that hung from his black necklace. "I will teach you how to use the Little Aloha so you can win races and get the money for the Trans Am. Any races that Frisbee has lined up for you, you can use them. We'll use that money to pay him to get your honey back."

He then let go of JP's hand and clung to the racer.

"If you do this shit tonight, you won't ever forgive yourself," he kissed along JP's neck, unable to stop himself. He clung to that leather jacket and rubbed his along the racer's collarbone. He looked up at him, his eyes looking like they were about to tear up. Dandy held back, his heart pounding. "I love you, baby. Don't do this."

JP didn't know what Dandy was getting at. How could he not need Frisbee? Dandy didn't have money. They were both broke. He looked down at his knuckles while Dandy rubbed them. Then he looked back up to Dandy's face and how the man held onto that charm on his necklace. Did he really hear that? Dandy telling him he could drive the Little Aloha? "Dandy...I won't disappoint you, I promise."

"I know! I don't want to do it. I really don't..." He saw the tears in Dandy's eyes and he couldn't hold back his own. He didn't want tonight to end up with Frisbee. "I don't! I just want to be with you."

The group of people nearby them stopped talking and looked back at JP and Dandy. The racer clinging to his new boyfriend, crying. They moved a bit deciding to keep that out of view of the cameras, they deserved some privacy...whatever that was about.

Dandy heard JP crying as he clung to the alien hunter. He kissed JP on the lips and then looked in the direction of the table. He had to think of what they could do.

"We still need Frisbee," Dandy explained as he looked to JP. "He knows all about the racin' gigs and how to get them. That guy's got some history. But I want him to know that you aren't his. You're not his boyfriend. You're his ex and you're still gonna race. We can help him get the money, but he needs ta let you go," he sat back down, taking a bite of his cheesecake. "You two weren't a team because you two were, ugh, bangin'. You two were a team because you both have a passion for racing," at least that was what he could gather.

Then, a lightbulb went off in Dandy's head.

"Without you, he's nothing," he then grinned and looked to JP. "He has to say yes!" Dandy's eyes had stars in them.

"That guy doesn't have a real job! That dude just mooches off your winnings! He has ta listen to your terms. That man doesn't own you. Baby, you are his lifeline," Dandy pointed at JP. "There is no way I am gonna let that creep lay a freakin' finger on you. If he tries a damn thing, I'm gonna break his shin. I was thinkin' about it all evenin'. Just a BAM! swift kick to the shin." Dandy was hyped. He was excited and god he was ready to fight if he needed to.

"I don't want him to get me gigs forever either you know. I want to eventually..leave him completely. I know he's a great mechanic but out there in space had to be an even better one."

He thought about what Dandy said. He was right. "Let's make him know. He has to. I can't stand it anymore. It's only been one day of him trying to flirt with me and I hate it." Frisbee always took his money and then handed him off some. JP had never...cashed that check-in himself. He had never seen it himself. "He doesn't make the money. I make the money! I have him at the heel of my boot!" He slammed his fist on the counter and stood up. "Let's go. Or uh, let us go after we finish our cake."

Dandy saw that spark in JP's eyes. That fire lit thanks to Dandy's pep talk. He was nothing but smiles and when JP mention the cake, Dandy quickly nodded.

"That freeloader is payin' for our cake," Dandy said, not realizing that what he said was pretty much an oxymoron. He finished up his plate and stood from the table. God, he couldn't believe how big of a bullet he dodged this evening. Not only that...

But he deflected that bullet away from JP as well. Not that he would give himself full credit. He didn't care about credit. All Dandy cared about was keeping JP safe and out of that gremlin's line of fire.

"And about a manager," Dandy remembered something. "What about QT? He's always helpin' me find hunts all over space! I betcha he could be your race manager guy-thing!" QT and JP did hit it off when they met. Maybe, just maybe, that could work out. Dandy hoped so, at least. It would be easier to find the races than alien hunts.

After eating the rest of his cake, JP stood back up. He tugged on the collar of his black tank and wiped his eyes of any tears that still clung to his eyelashes. He straightened out his outfit. he was ready to talk to Frisbee or at least be there when Dandy talked to his Ex.

"QT? He would be good at that, wouldn't he? If he can find aliens, he can find raced for me. Maybe even ones outside this galaxy." He laughed and imagined QT being there at the side of the race track and watching the event. What would the little robot feel? Were cars like people to him? Could he appreciate a racing machine even more than someone that was biological? He had so many questions for QT.

"Okay uh- you take the lead. Go." JP looked confident about this but clearly, inside he was unsure or maybe even afraid of Frisbee.

Dandy heard JP tell him to take the lead. This man had a big smile on his face, ready to take any heat for JP.

"Sure thing, baby. Just be sure ta watch my ass while I make my way over here~" he stuck his butt back towards JP, wanting to make the racer chuckle. He knew that this had to be hard for JP. The idea that his boyfriend was going to stand up to JP's ex? That had to be horrifying for the racer.

Dandy lead JP over to the table, confidence was overflowing by this man's stance.

"Hey Frisbee," he rested his hands in his pockets, separating JP from Frisbee. The paparazzi hid in the crowd, quietly recording this moment. They had been wondering what was up with Space Dandy and Sweet JP not being all loving and flirty like they had in the past. It seemed that there was some tension going on in the group.

And it wasn't between the couple.

Frisbee looked up at Dandy, his eyes moved over to JP. "There you are. Where'd you find him?" He could smell JP. He could tell the racer was afraid. Why did he have to smell so sweet in his excitement but also his fear? So nice. He squinted at the racer. "What's wrong, James?" He could see JP's nose was a bit rosy and around his eyes too. "Were you crying?" He noticed that JP wasn't answering him and he saw the racer's eyebrows furrow. "Did Dandy bother you?"

"I didn't bother him," Dandy frowned, towering over the table. "You did. The dinner is off. Take us back to the garage," the dates quickly climbed under the table to leave, crawling out. Once back out in view, Dandy's date gave him a smile and a nod. Then, the two escaped into the crowd that was growing in the pub. Was there going to be a fight? What was going on?

"Sweet JP isn't with you anymore," Dandy's eyes were focused on the mechanic. "He's with me. You left him at that hospital when he needed you," Dandy could feel the fury building. His stare was like daggers as he locked onto Frisbee. "I found him walkin' down the street alone in casts and with a crutch. What kinda friend just goes and lets that happen?! Even if you did have a spat!" Dandy was getting loud now.

This. This was all personal now.

"I helped JP get back up off the curb and help him after his crash! You mighta pulled him from the wreck, but you weren't there for his recovery! Not just his body recoverin', but his confidence," he pointed his finger at Frisbee. "We want that Trans Am fixed, but not like this." Dandy moved his hand to hold JP's. He wasn't shaking. He was calm, but boy he would throw a punch if Frisbee started a fight.

"What!?" Frisbee's attention switched between Dandy and JP. What did this stupid airhead of a racer get himself into!? "You have no idea what you're talking about Dandy." He pointed at Dandy straight between the eyes, "I didn't leave." He moved his pointing gesture to JP, He left the hospital." He moved a little closer, "He was supposed to stay in there a while longer but no. The little diva had to do things his way after getting upset about not getting into Redline."

He glared at JP. "Is that what you told him? I left you like a dog on the sidewalk? What a little liar...I knew I should have looked for you earlier. I wanted to give you space to think." Frisbee grimaced and got up. "Charge my tab, we're done here!"

He went for and grabbed one of the shoulder hoops of the harness that JP wore over his jacket and started to drag the racer out back to the car. He shoved Dandy back with all his strength, the more time he could buy the better. "You need to know your place, James. You're just the driver but I'm the one in charge. You race for me and you're going to do so in two weeks." He felt JP trying to pull away but he knew the racer wouldn't strike him. He was too sweet for that. "Stop getting ideas in your little head. You're just like any bitch on the street who makes money for a pimp. You wouldn't want to lose what you love right? That high of endorphins when you're behind the wheel? I know you love it you kinky little shit."

JP looked to the cameras. He was wide-eyed, his mouth held open in shock. Frisbee's words felt so loud and all those people and microphones were soaking them up. He was being dragged out and to the car. Sure. the racer was strong but that didn't mean shit like this. He didn't weigh more because of it. They were moving so fast, he felt like he couldn't keep up. The crowd parted for them but it seemed like those cameramen didn't want anything to do with helping lest they miss something just as juicy.

"Just wait till the Inuki gang sees what you've done James." Frisbee shook that shoulder strap, "Your head will be in their crosshairs." The White car's top lowered. A convertible. With his other hand, he gripped JP's belt and swung the racer around. He tossed JP into the back as if the racer were a bag full of dirty laundry. He didn't care how JP had landed in there. He heard a groan.

Dandy was knocked back by Frisbee, stumbling onto the floor. He looked up, hearing Frisbee yelling at JP, talking down to him. That man was dragging JP out of the pub.

Now. Now Dandy could let his blood boil. Now he had permission from the universe to fight this man. Frisbee just dragged JP out to his car and Dandy wasn't going to have any of that shit. He got to his feet, pushing through the sea of paparazzi.

Once Dandy was outside, he saw Frisbee toss JP into the back of the car. With fire in his eyes, Dandy made a mad dash toward the car, seeing Frisbee where he stood and made a leap.

He had done this move so many times before. In fights with Meow and Johnny. In his own mech. And now, this steel-toed boot was going to hit his biggest threat square in the back.

Dandy delivered a dropkick against Frisbee's lower back, slamming the man into the white car. He grabbed Frisbee by the back of his suit collar and pulled him up. There was a look of kill in his eyes as he pulled the man back.

"Oh no. No no," Dandy frowned, spinning Frisbee to slam against the hood of the car. "Your fight isn't with him anymore, dumbass. It's with me."

Frisbee hasn't been expecting that. He slammed into the trunk of the car and he put out his arms to keep himself from sliding and falling down. But Dandy had spun him around and pinned him to the back of the white convertible. "You don't know who you're fuckin' with Dandy."

"You make the wrong move and you might as well kiss JP goodbye. He has a number over his head and a target between his eyes. Is that what you want? For him to get slaughtered like a cow?" Frisbee smiled. "Why do you think he worries so much about getting back on the track? It's not to get his rocks off, Dandy." He pointed at the car he was pinned against. "Get in the car."

Dandy gripped onto Frisbee's collar. He wanted to keep fighting. He wanted to punch Frisbee so hard between the eyes, but there's something that man wasn't telling him. Numbers over JP's head? Why would there be a target on him? What did Frisbee do to this poor man's life? There's no way JP did this to himself.

He aggressively tossed the collar down and opened the back seat of the car. Dandy shifted, checking up on JP.

"JP, baby, are you alright?" He asked, placing his hand against the racer's cheek. "Did you get hurt?"

JP didn't answer when he was talked to. He lay and hung from the backseat. It wasn't how he had landed, it was how he has slipped down into the footwell of the backseats. His head had been pushed back at a rather uncomfortable looking angle and he had clearly hurt his nose. There was a smear of red on the tan hide of the right hand front seat.

Frisbee had taken out his phone and was making a call while Dandy was checking up on JP. He straightened out his coat. "Hello, it's Frisbee. Do you have a room available? Yes? Good, JP got himself into trouble." He looked at the unconscious racer. "He needs to be checked out. I'll be there in a few." He ended the phone call and sat in the car. "Get in Dandy. close that door."

Dandy was horrified when he found JP unconscious in the backseat. He looked up at Frisbee, horrified at what he had done. What could he do?

He needed that hotel now. Dandy closed the door behind him and pulled JP out of the footwell of the backseat. Dandy rested the racer's head against his chest, clinging to him. He was missing along JP's face. The blood... He wiped it with his shirt.

This man couldn't even speak he was so angry. Dandy felt trapped as Frisbee called the shots.

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