Scion could only laugh like a madman, but not in a scary way. He was like a little kid who'd just been on the best roller-coaster ride ever and was overcome with the mirth and the joy of it all. He swatted and playfully jabbed at Bryan when he got them into that strip mall parking lot. "You're fucking crazy, ha ha! I love it!"
"Most fun I've had with my clothes on in months," he said, leaning closer to Bryan as if the motion of the stud on his lip had a gravitational pull of its own. "Ha! You still think you would have had more fun in a Lotus, kiddo?"
He poked Bryan's chest once to emphasize his pointless point, then let his hand linger there, flattening out over the other man's shirt. Frederick leaned just a little closer, still trying to catch his breath from the chase and, damn, a good old adrenalin rush always made him randy.
Speaking of gravity, it kept pulling Frederick's hand south, accidentally grazing a nipple here, then sliding down Bryan's flat stomach very slowly, giving the other man every chance to stop it if he didn't like it. Scion's eyes were glued to the man's clavicle and the dip where his neck met his heaving chest. His hands were shaking, but he didn't feel nervous at all.