High School Days Ch 29 Scene 3: Alan's Night Out

Scene #2 for June, 2017

Universe: High School Days

Tags: Rat, Hyena

1,198 words

High School Days Ch 29 Scene 3: Alan's Night Out

Illustration by KaputOtter

Alan’s ride to the Mystic Brew club arrives, but it’s not who he expected it would be.

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Alan’s heart skipped a beat in surprise, and his ears began to dip, slowly folding down as the roar of an engine broke the quiet of the school yard. The few people still lingering late after school was done turned their heads as a big black motorcycle roared around the corner at the bottom of the hill and sped its way up the front drive of Hadenview High. Alan glanced around, a hot feeling growing in his stomach, but everybody who was still there had focused in on the motorcycle at once. And really, it was hard to ignore the machine. Big, sleek, and black, the Harley Davidson roadster pulled to a stop by the curb, the rider flipped the kickstand down, and pulled off his helmet. The hyena moved with the practiced motions of a long time rider, shaking out his brown mane of hair in the last golden rays of the sun.

It was JD of course. The big hyena was dressed simply, wearing just jeans and tee, but his motorcycle leathers were black and shiny, and made him look even bigger and imposing than he already was, especially sitting on top of the big machine. The hyena’s head turned as he scanned the front of the school, and then his teeth flashed in a grin as he spotted the rat lurking off to one side.

The rat’s ears completed their journey to his head, and he felt his face flushed hot. Alan could practically feel the eyes of everyone on his fur as he slunk out of the shadows and towards the big bike. He looked around, trying to see who was watching without looking like he was checking, but there was no way of knowing who saw him going out to meet the hyena.

“Hey dude, I hear you need a ride.” JD said casually, his smile flashing as he saw how embarrassed the rat looked. The hyena casually rested one paw on the handle bars and the other on his leg, posing on the bike so the black leather chaps he wore did a good job of drawing the eye right to his crotch. Alan, predictably, looked, flicked his tail and then looked away, brushing those perfect bangs out his eyes and behind an ear. JD knew he was posing, but hell, why not. The rat was sure as hell looking.

“I… ugh yah… I thought you were gonna call Shane to come… pick me up.” Alan fumbled the last few words as JD’s grin grew into a leer, and the rat wanted to die, only just now he realizing how those words could be taken wrong. Alan briefly had a mental image of Shane coming to ‘pick him up’ on the back of Harley like this. The raccoon would look so good in black leather chaps and a leather jacket…

The rat’s palms began to sweat as he thought about Shane on the bike, his rainbow colored tail flying like a flag as he drove up to the school to get Alan, proudly declaring himself gay in front of everyone and by extension Alan too. Shane probably wouldn’t be posing like JD was doing, but it would still be hot to see him dressed like that. Even hotter to see them both dressed like that together. Or them both wearing just the jacket and chaps and nothing underneath…

With that thought, the rat’s pants, already tight at the sight of JD on the bike, became unbearable and only JD’s voice broke him out of his fantasy of leather and bare fur.

“Well, Shane couldn’t leave Mystic, the tryouts are starting. But I’m here, if you still want a… ride.” The hyena’s teeth glinted, and he tilted his head, eyes flicking down to the tent Alan was pitching in his pants. “Why don’t you come with me and we’ll… join him.” Alan was no stranger to being flustered or embarrassed, but the smirk JD gave him now made the rat want to run and never look back. Alan’s chest was so tight he had to force himself to take a breath, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

He’d never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought of riding behind the hyena, pressing up against the big and fucking god damn hot male in his black leather chaps and those knowing eyes and… Alan tried to stop himself but his memory of JD naked and pressed up against him was vivid, and inspired the rat to pitch an even bigger tent in his jeans. But as much as he wanted to run, he was going to get on the bike.

Besides… what choice did he have? He couldn’t back out now, not with a dozen of his fellow students watching. It was one thing to be picked up from school on a motorcycle by a hyena is fancy leathers. It was something else entirely to chicken out in front of the school, or worse, do so in front of JD. That was what really made him do it, he couldn’t look weak in front of the hyena.

The rat shifted his backpack onto both shoulders and forced confidence he did not feel into his voice, “Whatever dude. Let’s just go…”

The rat made to climb onto the back seat of the bike, but JD reached out and grabbed the strap of his back pack, pulling it off his shoulder. “Here dude,” the hyena said, suddenly all business. “That can go in the side. Besides, you need one of these.” The hyena swapped backpack for a helmet, storing the rat’s bag in one of the large side cases and then helping the rat adjust the helmet to fit him. When the hyena was satisfied the helmet was on the rat firmly, JD helped him mount the bike behind him.

Alan’s leg swung up and over the big bike, and he tried to sit high up on the rumble seat so there was some space between them, but the angle of it immediately forced him to slide down and forward to press up against JD’s back. The hyena’s broad, leather clad body pressing back against him as JD put his helmet back on. JD pointed the bike towards the road, and the rat clung to his shoulders, paws shaking.

The hyena’s voice was muffled, but Alan heard him say, “Arms around my waist, kiddo. And put em down low so I can move my arms.”

“You serious?” Alan practically squeaked, but the hyena nodded, turning back towards the rat.

“Can’t ride like this dude, come on. Grab my hips, and wrap your tail round your leg too,” JD gunned the engine, pushing off from the curb as Alan frantically put his arms around the hyena’s torso and curled his tail up and under his leg. The rat felt his heart leap into his throat as his paws settled onto the hyena’s inner thighs, and then the bike leapt forward, wind pulling at the rat’s fur through his clothes. Alan was suddenly very glad that he’d worn his leather jacket as the bike roared away from Hadenview High and into the growing night.