Ghost Lion Crag passed the harley, dukie on the ducati

"bet," said tegan in agreement, lips turned in a smirk-- as they always were. 

and then-- hhoooo fuck. oh fuck. tegan's brain sort of flopped. not cause he didn't know what to do here-- cause he totally did-- but because he just... actually didn't... know what to do here. ah fuck! colt had set him up for the hook, line, sinker, but then what?? what do you do when you caught one??? tegan didn't fucking know?! fuck! towhee had taught him all the basics of the sex but that didn't seem applicable here??? fuckk?!?!?????? oh fuck. 

though tegan wasn't visibly as broken as his thought process was, he was pretty quiet for a moment. thankfully, he saved himself from utter failure and embarrassment by saying, "word." what a way with words he had. fuck his face was hot. "bye speedy, hope i see you around," he added as she turned to go, still grinning. fuck, that went so well. and so poorly. should he have kissed her back or something? or would that have led to the sex? didn't he want that? wasn't that the goal?

fuck! he didn't know. 

whatever, that was a problem for another day. he watched her go, staring at dat ass as she went. he sighed softly as she disappeared. what had he been doing again? oh right-- whip. he should probably head back and tell towhee about his sighting.