"Dude, that's not funny," Frederick grumbled, giving Bryan a warning punch in the shoulder, not hard enough to start a fight, but hard enough to show he meant business. Of course, he was sure the kid was just joking. Mostly sure. All right, hopeful. Frederick took a moment to try and think if he remembered any prayers.
But it was all soon forgotten as the other man expertly took them out and worked his magic on Frederick's prized Bentley. The purring and revving of the engine was almost sexual, he had to confess. Whoever wrote about boys and their toys, equating driving a powerful engine to sex? Got it exactly right. There was just something about being in control of such horsepower that was all kinds of awesome to Frederick. Or, in this case, riding on it, next to the guy in control.
"Yeah!" he called out, growly and happily baring teeth. At ninety, his hair whipped around like a wild creature with a mind of its own. "Ha ha! Was I right or was I right?" he said, reaching out and slapping Bryan's thigh twice without even thinking. He was too caught up on the awesome to even consider making a pass.