You and Price always had a close friendship and you would join him on motorcycle rides. After some convincing to teach you how to ride with vague to little experience, he accepts.

You hop on with no issues as Price follows behind, holding your waist for support. Further down the road, his thumb seeps into your thigh crease as his hands start massaging.

“Captain.. you’re gonna make me crash.” You said as he leans forward into your ear. “I won’t. Now keep those pretty eyes on the road.”