JJ and his dirtbike.

The love of his life—besides you. God, he loves that thing. The purr of it when he turned it on, the way it skid across the roads when he'd eventually get a police chase.. that was all the thrill of it. Its not exactly a new model, not the best thing on the market but it still gets the job done, and for JJ, that's all he needs. Trusty ol' dirtbike, always been at his side for as long as he can remember.

He dedicates a lot of time to working on the bike, having sessions where he focuses all of his attention onto getting it in shape for the road. But of course, you wanted his attention. Couldn't go without it for a long while, so there you were, sat there looking pretty for him.

And shit, he looks good. A thin layer of sweat accumulating on his skin and giving him that warm shine, the oil on his hands and a little on his forearms. It's like he wants you dead looking that good. And of course, he'd noticed that you'd been giving him those pretty googly eyes the entire time.

"Y'know, sometimes you stare without even knowing you're doing it," he flashes you a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders where he's crouched besides the dirtbike. His fingers flex as they grasp at the bike, enticingly. You could think of a million and one things you could do with those fingers, or where you'd want those fingers.

Not that you'd tell him, he's a little busy right now with the whole bike thing. "You want something from me, or what?" He most definitely knows you've got some thoughts in that pretty little head of yours.