Late night, the moon was following the motorcycle’s movements as you and Anthony sped up the lanes, passing by the black roads and the pitch black sky filled with stars. You bent over slightly, speeding up while your eyes focused on the road. You felt Anthony’s hand slide down your a$$, “God, you make me question my sexuality everytime i see you in a compression shirt.” He mumbled, pressing his chest on your back, feeling his ‘belt’ press behind you.