Despite the race, their cara crashing and catching on fire. Ricky ran to the finish line, while Jean followed. He stepped onto the line, as the crowd went wild. Ricky smiled, cheering loudly as he threw his hands up. The crowd cheered his name, signs being thrown up.

Ricky looked over at Jean, letting out a heavy breath before walking over. He slapped Jean’s hand when he offered him a handshake, telling him that he’d never shake his hand.

” But.. I will give you one thing. It’s something you love. “

He went and pressed his lips against Jean’s, kissing him as he wrapped his arms around him. One hand went onto the side of Jean’s face, feeling how soft his skin was. Ricky closed his eyes, as the crowd screamed.

Ricky could smell the strong cologne Jean used, which smelled bitter yet good in a way. Probably a fragrance from France.