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On a shorter distance like this with - ahem - obstacles along the way, Wylie's Ducati really is more suitable. At least Warren doesn't drive too recklessly, making his reach their goal just slightly before Wylie.

"Not too shabby," he grins after they have come to a stop. "But if you really want to get a feel for that bike we should find an open road."

Warren beats him there, but only barely and only because he's driving it nice. Wylie would have risked a hell of a lot more, but it's his bike and he can do that.

"Should we go find one now?" he asks, grinning at him as he asks because Wylie is having a lot of fun and all the more fun to get Warren smiling too is honestly his goal. He may be a cocky bastard, but Wylie likes to see other people happier than him.

"If you've got the time for it we could head down the coast a bit." Truthfully, it sounds like Wylie ha nothing but time, and there's usually open stretches to be found following the water.

"I've got time," he says, not elaborating more on it, but honestly? Wylie has whatever time he wants and he's got all the time he feels for making room to hang out with Warren. They'll continue cruising and enjoying company with similar interests. And Wylie has some romantic interests too.

Warren isn't too sure about the whole romantic part, but then again he never is. He has to admit, though, that Wylie is turning out to be a lot of fun.

He takes the lead this time. They leave Manhattan for the mainland and head south. Eventually they come to an empty area by the docks. With no work going on, it seems everyone has gone home for the day, giving them a clear, open stretch ahead.

Coming to a stop, Warren nods at Wylie, signaling for him to go ahead and hit it.

Wylie follows him for a bit as they get their way out of Manhattan and to somewhere they can really do some cruising. Finding the open docks is the perfect solution and when Warren gives him the go ahead, he does exactly that.

Pealing out, he let's the bike find it's sweet spot, speeding along and sure as hell enjoying feeling that power between his legs. His bike is fast and squirly. This thing is solid. It's got power and meat to it and feels like power. There's something really addicting about that.

He gives Wylie a couple of seconds before revving the engine and going after him. He knows that this is the nearest place they can come to perfect for his Harley, without heading much further to find a country road of some kind.

Once Warren catches up, they can cruise together, enjoying the road. It's been some time since he simply rode his own bike just to ride it, but this is feeling different. This is riding for the sake of the road and he's sure as hell enjoying it.

For a while they can keep cruising, but eventually even this road is going to end or merge back in with sprawling city somewhere unless they really head out. Wylie gestures at him to follow and pulls up against the coastline to a stop.

"This thing is awesome," he says to him.

"I know." Is he a bit proud to own that bike? Maybe? Yes. Definitely.

Getting off the bike he pulls off his helmet and just stretches. Even after just this trip he can tell that Wylie's bike is not exactly ideal to travel any longer distances. "Yours isn't exactly a boring one either."

Wylie climbs off and sets his helmet aside. He actually doesn't have to spend a bunch of time stretching out again, but he's definitely watching as Warren does. He tilts his head, admiring and then nodding.

"Yeah, she's been fun to have," he says.

Leaving his helmet on the bike, Warren goes to sit down at the edge of the wharf, legs dangling over the edge. "You're gonna miss her if you get a new one," he says, looking back over his shoulder at Wylie.

Wylie follows a little behind, hands tucked into his pockets. He watches him carefully, taking in all the things about him that he can see and wondering if Warren realizes the way he moves is attractive. He doesn't think he is noticing that.

Crouching down, he sits with him, feet dangling. "Eh, maybe. There's things I will miss and some stuff I won't. I'm hoping to find something else that I like more."

Warren likes movement. From getting around on a skateboard as a kid to the freerunning he does now, he's always liked to move around. But he's never considered the way he moves to be particularly attractive.

Looking out over the water, he almost laughs. Well, wasn't this all romantic, he thought, somewhat sarcastically to himself. They've caught themselves a sunset.

"Do you ever?" He asks. Going from place to place, the guy is obviously searching for something. Warren knows he is.

"That's the fun of it, right?" he asks, glancing over at him, "you get the thing you wanted, you realize you want more and you go after more. Then you get that thing that's more and you start the whole cycle again."

Yes, Wylie is searching for something. Something fulfilling. Something that doesn't require him to necessarily want more in a sense that it will upend his life all over again. He just wants more. A little bit more.

That gets a short laugh from Warren. "You're gonna be on the move your whole life." He doesn't really know what he's searching for, himself. Probably just somewhere he feels at home.

"Not necessarily," he says, "More doesn't mean the same thing but more o fit. I could decide that the next more thing I want is to be in a house with fifteen dogs. I don't know. I'm not setting some standard."

Wylie doesn't have a plan and that's the point, right now, for him.

"Dogs are nice." Yes, he knows it's just an example right out of the blue, but nevermind. Dogs are nice. He'd always wanted one as a kid.

"Got any idea how long you'll be sticking around New York?"

"Dogs are nice," he agrees. "Don't really do well with motorcycles, though. He smiles at him, going along with it.

"I don't know, yet. I haven't made plans yet, so it could be a while if I feel like it," he says.

No commitments, no promises, no plans. In other words he might be gone in a a few days. "If you do stay a while," he starts, letting himself flop down onto his back to lazily stare up at the slowly darkening sky. "I wouldn't mind going out riding again another day."

"You're definitely giving me a reason to stay," he says, and not just in regards to the fact that he's asking him to go for another ride, but also because he's interesting enough to stay for. Wylie likes to at least see something through.

He leans back on one hand so he can face him, looking down at him as he lays there. He takes advantage of the view, looking him over and again not hiding it.

Yeah, he's not exactly trusting in that. He doesn't exactly mind it if Wylie does end up leaving sooner rather than later, he just want to know what to expect.

...and that line of thought gives him an answer to another question, whether he's going to take Wylie up on what he's so clearly offering.

Turning his head slightly he studies him, thinking. Evaluating.

Now he's getting to be the one getting the looks. He doesn't know if they are good things or not. He doesn't know if he's getting good ideas here or not. He doesn't know if Warren is thinking of good things in regards to Wylie or not.

He waits and finally, "can I maybe help you with whatever it is has you looking at me so intently?'

"Naah. I think I've got it figured." One thing about Warren is, while he might at times be slow to make a decision, once he's reached it he's typically not slow to act.

Wylie is sitting close enough that he can reach and grab him by the front of his shirt to pull him down. He does just that, leaning up just enough to press his lips against his. Yeah. No need to dance around this anymore.

The fact that Warren seems to have it figured out is definitely a good thing. It doesn't matter what the decision is as long as he's made one and Wylie can move forward from there.

And when he reaches up and grabs the front of his shirt to pull him down, he wasn't sure that was the answer he expected to get. He kisses him, pressing his lips to his, leaning in until he has to twist to bracket his arms on either side of Warren's shoulders. He nips at his lower lip.

So. He's never kissed a guy before. But it's really not any different. It's lips and teeth and tongue. It may have been a while, but it's familiar enough.

He had assumed that Wylie would be enthusiastic, and he wasn't wrong. That nip on his lip earns the man a quick grin before Warren tightens his hand further in his shirt and deepens the kiss.