Still Crazy

Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin

NEIL Garfield groaned as he unfolded his body from his Toyota Corolla and walked into the high school building. It was a beautiful spring day in small-town northern Florida, blue skies and sunshine, and he had a moment’s longing for his old ’46 Indian Chief motorcycle. He missed the heavy rumble of the black and yellow machine with its wide leather saddle seat, the way it ate up the miles and put him face to face with the sky with plenty of room to stretch his long legs. It had been a classic when he’d gotten it on its last legs in 1971 and rebuilt it by hand—it would be worth a fortune now. He thought about it sometimes, on days like today, and hoped the man who had bought it from him in ’82 was taking good care of it. Neil knew of only one thing in his life he loved more than that old bike: the reason he’d sold it in the first place. “Mr. Garfield! He’ll be surprised to see you.” “Good morning, Mindy. Is he in his room?” “I think he’s in the teacher’s lounge. Do you want me to page him?”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “If you don’t mind. But don’t tell him it’s me.” Mindy laughed, giving him a friendly wink. She was a sweet girl, but she made Neil feel so old. He never thought about how old he was until he came to visit Simon at the high school where he taught and found Mindy—little Mindy Etheridge, who had gotten bubblegum in her pigtails at the mechanic’s garage where her dad worked with Neil and had cried when they’d had to cut her hair to get it out—in the school office, all grown up, working as one of the assistant secretaries. He remembered when Ron, her dad, had come to work at Nick’s Garage with him. She’d been six then. She was twenty-three now. Mindy picked up the intercom telephone and dialed the extension for the teacher’s lounge. A few moments later, she asked whoever was on the other end, “Is Mr. Young there? Will you please tell him he has a visitor in the office? Thank you.” She replaced the phone and smiled at Neil. “He’ll be down in a minute. Have a seat if you want. I’ve got to get these field trip request forms copied before one o’clock.” Neil thanked her but opted to stand. He hadn’t had to do a lot of crawling under cars yet that day—it was only lunchtime—but he always felt dirty coming from the garage, especially when he thought of sitting in one of the school’s upholstered visitor’s chairs. He was afraid he’d leave a black, greasy smudge one day and wouldn’t that just be embarrassing?

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin He heard Simon coming before he saw him, heard the familiar voice echoing off the walls of the lobby outside the office. There was another voice too; male, and Neil didn’t recognize it despite knowing almost everyone in the school administration. Simon was laughing as he came through the door of the office, his body momentarily obscuring his companion. A real laugh, too, not one of Simon’s professional, polite chuckles. Neil felt a momentary twinge of jealousy; Simon didn’t often laugh like that, and Neil liked being able to claim he was the only one who could get such a reaction out of his lover. “Neil!” Simon’s obvious delight in seeing him, his eyes lighting up behind his reading glasses—and how stupid was it that Neil loved those glasses and thought they were the sexiest things ever?—went a long way to soothe that small bit of envy. “You left your lunch,” Neil said, holding up a personalsize insulated cooler. He suspected Simon intentionally left his lunch on the counter at least once a week to give Neil an excuse to come by and see him so they could have lunch together. Well, he didn’t suspect, he knew. They’d never talked about it, but they didn’t need to. Simon never forgot anything accidentally. If he forgot, it was on purpose. “Thank you for bringing it to me,” Simon said politely, eyes flickering past Neil for a moment before returning to his face. It was obvious from his body language that someone was behind Neil, and from the cool note to Simon’s voice, not someone he felt comfortable being affectionate around, which meant only one person: the new principal. Neil didn’t

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin move, but he felt unease creep over him. Simon wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to take Principal Jeffries’s politically correct yet ultimately dismissive attitude toward their relationship. Just then, Neil noticed the person behind Simon— presumably the person who had been making him laugh—as he moved further into the room. The young man was about Mindy’s age with dirty blonde hair and an open, eager smile. “Neil, this is Peter Sumner. He’s new in the art department.” Simon grinned. “Peter, this is Neil Garfield.” Neil raised his eyebrows when Simon didn’t specify their relationship, but he guessed it wasn’t necessary when Peter smiled and said, “Mr. Young has told me so much about you.” Neil smirked when Simon squirmed uncomfortably at the “Mr. Young.” He was all right with it from his students— it was expected—but he hated for other faculty to refer to him that way. On more than one occasion he’d grumbled that it made him feel old. Nevermind that he’d been in grad school when he’d met Neil in 1979. Simon wasn’t going to admit being old anytime in the next decade or more. “Very nice to meet you, Mr. Sumner,” Neil said, much more formally than he really had to, just to be contrary. With an expression that was a half-second away from rolling his eyes, Simon addressed Neil. “Let me get Peter settled with admin about this field trip of his, and we’ll go have lunch.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin Neil nodded and waited just a few minutes while Simon made sure both Mindy and Peter knew what they were up to and then followed Simon out to the visitors’ courtyard where they had their weekly lunches. “How’s work today?” Simon asked as they sat at a table, unwrapping their sandwiches. Simon made them himself that morning and had cut them in half as he usually did. Neil watched with fond amusement as Simon traded one of his triangles for one of Neil’s. Sharing sandwiches was just one of Simon’s adorable quirks. “Slow.” Neil opened the Tupperware container of grapes and apple slices and set it between them. “It’ll pick up in the afternoon, though. Moms bringing their cars in for an oil change before they pick up the kids for soccer practice, that kind of thing.” He popped a grape in his mouth and chewed it, swallowing before he asked, “How are the kids?” Their life had a rhythm, a certain predictability that Neil couldn’t decide if he loved or hated. He and Simon had been together for thirty years, a hell of a lot longer than he had imagined or even particularly wanted back when they’d met. While Neil had never exactly considered himself a slut, he definitely hadn’t been looking for a monogamous relationship. It came looking for him in the form of a buttoned-down, bespectacled grad student who was just this side of prissy. Not his usual type at all, but maybe that’s what made Simon Young so attractive. That and the way he was trying

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin to stand up to a couple of guys who were more than twice his size. That was back when Neil was playing blues and rock ‘n’ roll on his old electric guitar in basement bars around the city. Neil had just finished his set, and some chick with crazy blonde hair and ripped jeans had gotten up to sing next. The bar owners didn’t pay him much; he got free beer and whatever the patrons gave him in tips. Tips had been pretty lousy that night, and the free beer was sounding like the best idea he’d heard in ages. All he’d wanted was to have a quiet drink and then to go home. He was too tired to go out bar-hopping, looking for tricks. If there wasn’t anyone at the current venue who piqued his interest—and he didn’t see anyone who did—he was on pretty good speaking terms with his hand. Neil nodded to the bartender as he slung one long leg over the stool. “Bottle or draft?” the man asked him in a tone that was somewhere in the neighborhood of polite. Bartenders didn’t like serving someone who wasn’t paying and probably wouldn’t be tipping. Not that Neil didn’t believe in tipping; it was just that nobody else in the club did, if the lightness of his pockets was anything to go by. “Draft, please.” Just as the pint of dark, bitter brew was set in front of him, a body came crashing into his elbow, splashing the beer over his old leather jacket and his white shirt. That had

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin been the only shirt he owned that wasn’t stained in a similar manner, and the frustration of that only increased the stress of his night. “Hey, watch it, asshole,” he’d growled, shoving against the man who’d fallen against him. “Christ.” Low, cruel laughter alerted him to the fact that perhaps all was not as simple as he’d first thought. Maybe this wasn’t just some clumsy drunk getting into his personal space. He looked up into a pair of frightened pale green eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever even noticed the color of anyone’s eyes before, but these reminded him of the color of the ocean just off the beach at Destin. They were set in a delicate face with skin that was turning rapidly pink, and the combed-down hair, the scholarly-looking eyeglasses, and the buttoned-up Oxford—with a tie, for chrissakes—gave away that this young man was way out of his element. “That’s right,” said a deep voice that drew Neil’s eye past the schoolmarm-type in front of him. Two guys stood there, arms crossed over their chests, looking gleeful. One of them was missing two of his front teeth, but the gap didn’t stop him from grinning. “Go running to your sugar daddy if you think he can help you,” Gap-Tooth taunted. The S in sugar whistled a little, reminding Neil of a cartoon beaver he’d seen in a movie as a kid. “Excuse me, you got a problem?” Neil asked, standing up from his stool and taking a step to the side, putting the

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin hapless young man behind him. Neil wasn’t a bruiser like either of these two, but he’d been in his share of scrapes, the back alley kind that came from surviving on the streets as a teenager. The scar over his eyebrow and the one on his jaw bore witness. There was a heavy pint glass and a couple of barstools within easy reach; he figured he could distract them long enough to give the kid a head start. Neil might get the shit pounded out of him, but it wouldn’t be the same as letting that little slip of nothing get beat to a pulp. “Yeah,” Gap-Tooth’s uglier twin responded uncreatively. “We got a problem with fags bein’ in our bars. They got their own hangouts.” If they were hoping to get a rise out of him, they were going to have to try a lot harder. He’d been called worse than that by his mom and pop the day they’d kicked him out. Gap-Tooth looked Neil over carefully and sneered. “You a fag too?” “You better hope you never find out,” Neil said, leaning back just enough that he knew he could grab the pint glass. “You’d hate to have to tell the triage nurse that a fag busted out all your teeth. What you got left, anyway.” He licked his lips, exaggerating the motion to make it look as dirty as he knew how. “Bet that mouth of yours sucks a mean dick, with that convenient gap right in the mid—” He never got a chance to finish. Gap-Tooth took a swing that missed Neil’s ear by a half-inch, and Neil’s hand

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin closed around the pint glass, bringing it around to smash into the man’s head. “Run, kid!” he yelled, reaching back for the poor guy who’d gotten them into this. His fingers closed in the cloth of the Oxford shirt, and he gave the guy a shove toward the door. “Get outta here!” Gap-Tooth’s friend was moving in to settle his debt while Gap-Tooth knelt on the floor, broken glass all around him while he shook his head slowly, trying to clear it. Little bits of glass stuck in the side of his face, bright specks of red vivid against his skin. Neil remembered how every sense went sharp and everything else sort of faded away. When it was over, he could hear sirens in the distance. He grabbed his guitar and fled before the cops could get there. No way was he sitting through that. Gap-Tooth and his buddy were on the floor, barely conscious. And the guy in the glasses who he’d gone to all this trouble for? He waited for him right outside the bar, walked up and introduced himself like they were at high fucking tea. “Simon Young. Look, you’re bleeding, and it’s my fault. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Neil hadn’t even known he was bleeding ’til the kid— Simon—pointed it out, but he sure as hell wasn’t setting foot in a hospital, especially not if it meant leaving his bike here. “Thanks anyway,” Neil said, taking a step back. “But I’ll be fine. Have a good night, and stay safe.” He slung his

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin guitar over his back, straddled the bike, kicked it into gear, and roared down the road. Halfway home, he pulled over and got off the bike, and then stalked back to the car that pulled over behind him. The one that had been following him since he left the bar. “What the hell are you doing?” Simon Young leaned out the driver’s side window, stubbornness written on every line of his face. “Following you home, what does it look like? You’ve got a head injury, and I’m not entirely convinced you should be driving, but if you insist on it, I’m at least going to follow to make sure you don’t die in a ditch somewhere on your way home from saving my life.” Neil had opened his mouth to argue and then snapped it shut again. He threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes. “Sure. Fine. Whatever floats your boat, buddy.” Simon hadn’t exactly moved in that very night, but he’d never really left either. Neil had found it surprisingly hot when he discovered that Simon was a tiger underneath all those stuffy clothes, and there was something about Simon wearing his glasses while they were having sex that really did it for him. In fact, when Simon had gotten seriously ill the last year of grad school, three years after they’d met, Neil was so crazy in love with the guy that he’d sold his gorgeous Indian Chief to help pay the bills.

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin Now, here he was, sitting in the courtyard of a high school campus, eating turkey on rye and listening to Simon talk about the teenagers in his music theory class. Not quite the rockstar he’d hoped to be when he was twenty-two but probably a lot happier and definitely a lot healthier. “Earth to Neil.” Simon waved a hand in front of his face. “Sorry.” Neil laughed. “I was just thinking about how we met.” “You mean the night my blind date stood me up and I nearly got us both maimed for life?” “Something like that.” Neil grinned at him. “Good time to think about it.” Simon gave him an imperious look, but Neil refused to rise to the bait. He knew very well the next day was their anniversary; he had reservations at a restaurant in Tallahassee that Simon liked and plans to spoil him a little. Or a lot. A hotel room with a Jacuzzi for a start. Neil had been taking overtime for months to pay for that little adventure. “I have a confession about that night.” Simon looked momentarily devious, and Neil’s eyebrows arched. No way was he going to confess to orchestrating that fight, was he? Simon leaned forward and whispered, “I thought you were insanely hot.” Neil snorted and sat back. “Not a secret, babe.” He paused for a moment when a thought struck him. “Wait. Are

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin you telling me the reason you followed me home wasn’t because you were playing Good Samaritan, you really were just looking to get laid?” “Busted.” Simon winked and Neil shook his head. “What can I say? Hot, muscular guitarists who get beaten up defending my honor just do it for me.” “Glad we don’t know any of those then. I’d hate to have to train a new husband this late in the game.” “Bastard.” Anything else Simon had been going to say was lost when the first bell chimed, signaling the end of lunch period. Neil could hear the chaos of students filing out of the cafeteria and heading for the lockers. “I’d better get going,” Neil said, glancing at his watch as he proceeded to gather up the remains of their lunch. “Cars to fix, unsuspecting housewives to ogle, that sort of thing.” “Mmm,” Simon purred. “My own personal grease monkey. Maybe I’ll bring the Prius in to get the oil changed after classes, and you can ogle a fully suspecting househusband.” Neil snickered, and Simon stood, leaning in for a kiss. He hesitated at the last moment, his eyes darting to somewhere over Neil’s left shoulder. “Dammit,” Simon hissed. “I’m really starting to dislike our new principal.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin Neil glanced over his shoulder to where Simon was looking, and saw Principal Jeffries watching them with sharp frown on his face. Feeling more than a little rebellious, Neil turned back and gripped the back of Simon’s head, dragging him in for a hard kiss. Simon was flushed when he pulled back, though whether from embarrassment or excitement Neil couldn’t tell. “Love you, babe,” Neil said, placing another kiss on Simon’s mouth, this one quick and chaste. “Love you too.” Simon plucked the last piece of apple from the Tupperware as he handed the container back to Neil. “See you tonight.”

SIMON didn’t bring the Prius in after all, but then, Neil hadn’t really expected him to. It didn’t stop him from keeping half an eye on the new arrivals, though. The garage closed at five on Fridays, and the house was still dark and empty except for their silver tabby when Neil got home at quarter ’til six. He wasn’t too concerned; while Simon tried to leave a little earlier on Fridays, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay at the school until seven with a private music lesson or getting something in order for the band.

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin However, he couldn’t help remembering the kiss he’d given Simon in front of the stuffy principal earlier that day and hoped his lover wasn’t having to stay late to be reprimanded about ‘flaunting’ his ‘sexuality’ at school. Neil could just imagine it. Not that we have any problem with your lifestyle, Mr. Young, it’s just that this behavior is inappropriate in front of the students. When his phone rang an hour later and the caller ID said it was Simon, Neil answered it quickly with a small twitch of trepidation. “Hey, babe, where are you?

Did you fall into the

tuba?” “Um, Mr. Garfield? Hi. earlier today at the school.”

It’s Peter Sumner.

We met

Every sense instantly on alert, Neil was already looking for his shoes and keys. “What is it? Where’s Simon? Is he all right?” “Simon—Mr. Young—is just fine, Mr. Garfield. He wanted me to call and tell you not to worry, he’s going to be a little late tonight.” Neil held the phone away from him momentarily, looking at it as if it had just bitten him on the ear. What the hell? “Any reason he can’t tell me that himself?” “Um, I really can’t… he just said to call and tell you. I promise everything’s all right.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “Put him on the phone.” “Mr. Garfield—” “Put. Simon. On the phone. Now.” There was some scuffling, some sound of muffled voices talking, then Simon very faintly saying “Excuse me” to someone. A moment later, his voice was loud and clear in the earpiece. “Hey, sexy. Listen, don’t hold dinner for me, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, came up all of a sudden. I’ll be home before midnight. Love you, bye!” Before Neil could say anything else, the line went dead. That little shit had hung up on him.

IT was eleven thirty when Neil felt Simon crawl into bed behind him, trying to be stealthy. Neil waited until Simon had settled under the covers before he flipped over and held Simon down by the shoulders. “Neil! What—” Neil put his nose close to Simon’s mouth and took a long sniff. “Well, you haven’t been drinking, so where the hell were you?” Simon shoved him back. “Get off me, you big lug. I was out.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “I know that. I thought you were coming right home after work.” “I called and told you—” “No, you had Peter call and tell me.” Simon huffed out a very loud breath. “It’s nothing bad, baby, I promise. I was going to save it for a surprise tomorrow, but if it’ll make you feel better, I can show you now.” “Show me what?” “What I was out getting, you dumbass.” Simon threw back the covers and started to stand. Neil caught his wrist. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, contrite. “Just come back to bed. We can go see it in the morning.” “No, no. I want you to see it now, so you’ll know I wasn’t out just having fun without you.” Simon pulled his wrist out of Neil’s hand and got out of bed, stalking out of the room, his soft pajama pants making a swishing sound over his bare feet and the carpet. Neil sighed and followed him. Simon paused at the door and looked back at him, one eyebrow raised. “You going outside like that?” he asked, looking pointedly at Neil’s bare groin. “We’re going outside?” “Yes.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin Neil shifted as he considered it, more worried about the cool night air on his tender parts than about the neighbors seeing him swinging in the breeze. It was almost midnight, after all; if he couldn’t be naked in his own yard in the middle of the night, when could he? Then he thought of the family who lived next door. Shari was one of Simon’s students and could probably do without seeing her teacher’s partner flaunting his stuff. “Hang on a minute.” Neil hurried back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him decent and hopefully protect the family jewels from a little spring frostbite. Properly attired, he followed his lover out the back door and onto their covered double carport. Both cars were parked there; Simon’s Prius was still ticking softly as it cooled. Simon reached over and flicked the light switch. When the single bare light bulb lit up, Neil could see that between the cars was a small, bicycle-shaped lump under a new-looking dustcover. “Wha—” Simon reached out and pulled back the tarp, revealing a shiny black and yellow motorcycle. Neil blinked once, then twice, feeling his breath stick in his throat. “It’s not the same one,” Simon hurried to explain. “It’s a ’47, not a ’46, but the paint job is similar. I’ve been saving,

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin and I had feelers out forever, and I finally found this one just yesterday. One of my friends called to tell me it was being sold as part of an estate sale. It was supposed to go on public auction tomorrow, but I talked them into letting me just buy it tonight. Their daughter’s going to be in my class next year.” Simon grinned sheepishly, but there was an evil glint there too. “I don’t think they knew what they had. You’d never believe what they let it go for.” “I… I don’t—” “Peter and I took it over to his girlfriend’s brother who’s a mechanic, and we got it checked out to make sure it’s still good, make sure it’s safe, that kind of thing. Peter has a truck. It wouldn’t fit in my Prius.” “No, of course not….” Neil was still just staring at the Chief, and now Simon was staring at him. “Honey, is it okay? Did I—” “God, Simon.” Neil turned and grabbed his partner, forcing his mouth wide with a hard, enthusiastic kiss. Simon groaned and fell back a step before he found his balance, his hands going to Neil’s bare torso. They were both panting by the time they pulled back, and Simon gave him a cheeky grin, his glasses askew. He’d never gotten a chance to take them off when he came to bed. Neil had accosted him first. “So you like it?”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “Babe, I love it. Almost as much as I love you.” Neil turned, keeping one arm around Simon’s waist as he ran the other hand reverently across the fender and then across the trademark Indian chief’s head mounted on the headlight. “I can’t believe you bought me a bike.” Simon shrugged, and Neil felt the first hint of discomfort creep into his partner’s body. “Well, you know.” Despite the vagueness of that statement, Neil did know. He kissed Simon again. “What do you say we take it for a ride?” “Neil, it’s midnight. That thing will wake up the whole neighborhood. Plus, we’re hardly dressed—” “Not that kind of ride, babe.” Neil could feel the wolfish quality of his own grin as he turned Simon, backing him toward the bike. He started tugging on the elastic band of Simon’s pajama pants as they moved, encouraging Simon’s hands to push down his own boxer shorts. “Neil, our carport isn’t closed in. What if someone is awake or comes home late or—” “Shh, baby. We’re between the cars. Nobody can see us.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin He’d gotten Simon’s pants down around his knees by then, and Simon obediently kicked out of them as Neil helped him straddle the bike. Neil shimmied out of his boxers as quickly as possible and swung his leg over the wide leather seat, facing the tail, and slid down until he was braced comfortably against the gas tank and handlebars. “C’mon,” he said, hands on Simon’s hips as he tugged his lover forward. He wouldn’t try full penetration in this position—too much potential for pain and disaster, not to mention they didn’t have lube anywhere nearby—but it would feel amazing just to have Simon rubbing up against him like this. Simon got the idea and moved into him, sliding between Neil’s legs and lifting the right one over his hip to fit them together. “We never got to do this on the old bike,” Neil observed, panting a little as Simon began to thrust, awkwardly at first until they found their balance on the machine. “Not for lack of fantasizing on my part,” Simon assured him, moving more confidently now. Damn if that didn’t send a spark of excitement shooting straight down Neil’s spine. “You… plotting… little… devil,” he gasped. Simon’s hand slid between them and squeezed both of their cocks together. Neil couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten this hard this fast.

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin Screw Viagra, he thought fervently. All you need is a really hot teacher in glasses and a sexy motorcycle. “Mmm,” Simon agreed. Neil tugged him down so that he could kiss him, groaning into Simon’s mouth as he felt Simon’s thumb rub just under the head of his cock. Neil’s legs were starting to ache, one of them slung over Simon’s hip, the other braced on the cold concrete floor to keep them from toppling the bike over. The muscles in his stomach jumped and fluttered, and his pulse was throbbing against his Adam’s apple. Sex on a motorcycle was a lot more work than he’d thought it would be back when he was twenty-something, but—like most things in his life—it was really fucking worth it. Simon’s thrusting had slowed now, just his hand shuttling slowly up their cocks and his breath warm and moist against Neil’s face. “I love you,” Simon whispered, and Neil had to shut his eyes against the flood of sensation. “God, baby.” He clutched at Simon’s back, one hand sliding down to his ass and pulling them tightly together. The bike tilted just a little away from the kickstand as they overcompensated, but Simon’s hand shot out and braced against the Prius, steadying them. “I love you so much.” Simon kissed him, hot and wet, all tongue, and Neil laughed into the kiss, pure happiness bubbling inside him.

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “Who knew,” he said as Simon moved down, breathless with Simon’s oral assault on his neck and manual manipulation of his cock, “that when I met you in that bar all those years ago, that stuffy little grad student would turn out like this.” “Who knew,” Simon agreed, licking against the hollow of his throat before he paused to suck up a hicky in that very spot, “that being stood up on a blind date and getting harassed by a couple of homophobic assholes could give me the best thing in my life?” “I think I got the better end of that deal,” Neil protested, not really sure if the words were coming out in English. He was pretty sure the part of his brain that controlled language was currently melting out his ears. Apparently Simon’s was too, because he didn’t get a single argument out of his partner. Neil might have been offended if he’d had any energy to spare for such petty things like personal pride when Simon’s hand was moving like that and he was this close to coming harder than he could remember since the time they’d played with the candle wax on their eighth anniversary…. “Oh God! Simon!” “Neil!” They shook hard in each other’s arms, Simon coming just a beat after Neil, both of them jerking against each other in the shocks of orgasm. They managed to keep the bike upright, though Neil thought that was a miracle, and when

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin they could finally breathe again, Simon began to reluctantly unstick himself from Neil. “Mm, baby.” Neil leaned up, his back aching faintly, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Simon’s jaw. They were just settling in for some serious post-coital making out when they heard the door slam next door and went completely still. “Mr. Young? Mr. Garfield?” “Shit,” Simon hissed against Neil’s mouth. “It’s Shari.” “Is everything okay?” “We’re fine, Shari,” Simon called out, trying not to wake any more of their neighbors. “Are you sure? I thought I heard yelling.” Neil could hear her footsteps in the yard now, coming closer, crossing the small patch of gravel that served as the edge of her driveway. “We’re sure,” Neil said, wondering if it would be better to stay where he was or scramble for his boxers. Considering the bike, he chose to opt away from any sudden movements. “Thanks for checking on us.” Neil could just see her blonde hair shining in the moonlight over the roof of the Prius. “No problem,” uncertain.

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “Thanks, Shari. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” Simon smiled at her in the dim light from the bulb over their heads. Neil hoped she couldn’t see through the Prius’s windows very well. “Make sure you get that music history homework done by then.” The magic word homework seemed to do the trick, and Shari started backing away toward her house. “Sure thing, Mr. Young. See you Monday.” They waited until Shari was safely back in her house before Simon collapsed against Neil’s chest, laughing softly. “Oh my God,” Neil said, vaguely horrified at the idea that their teenage next-door-neighbor had almost seen them naked. On a motorcycle. “Happy anniversary, honey.” Simon snickered, and Neil pinched his behind in retaliation. “All these years later and still getting me in trouble,” Neil said, shaking his head as they carefully untangled themselves from each other and stood. Neil took his boxers and made sure there weren’t any semen stains on the leather seat before he recovered it with the tarp. With that taken care of, he slid the boxers on over his sticky skin and winced. “Let’s go have a shower and go to bed,” he suggested. “Then tomorrow we can take it for a real ride. The kind where you drive it on the road.”

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Still Crazy ♥ M. Jules Aedin “You can,” Simon said, pulling on his pajama pants with a wary glance toward Shari’s house. “I think I’ve had about all the biking experiences I can take for a while.” He started toward the house, pausing at the door to turn off the light and wait for Neil to catch up. “Shower experiences, on the other hand….” Neil followed him inside and shut the door on their laughter. Happy anniversary, indeed.

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M. JULES AEDIN has been telling stories for years. It’s just that in the beginning, she got put into timeout for them. She’s aiming for a career in advocacy, but in the meantime she and her calico Maine Coon make a peaceful existence in South Carolina.

Visit her blog at http://mjaedin.livejournal.com/.

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