Drive Away

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As the engine on his jeep sputtered and finally died out, KJ swore under his breath. He was supposed to be meeting his castmate and good buddy Charles Melton for a getaway weekend and his vehicle had finally decided to bite the bullet, right when he was in the middle of nowhere. There was likely nobody for miles who could help so it was all on KJ to try and get the failing beast roaring back to life. With so few tools available to him though that was quite the task and he’d been working away with the hood of the car up for nearly three hours when a light finally appeared in the distance, growing closer and brighter with each passing second.

“Thank fuck,” the actor murmured, stepping out from behind his vehicle into the middle of the road and waving his arms around to get the attention of whoever happened to be approaching down the road to nowhere. They slowed and eventually the motorbike pulled up right behind KJ’s jeep. The rider was dressed in full leathers with a tinted helmet that fully hid his identity but truthfully KJ didn’t care who the hell the other was as long as they were able to help him out in some fashion. 

When the rider stepped off the bike and removed his helmet, KJ was able to appreciate the man’s rugged and handsome looks. Well-groomed dark hair, a few days worth of stubble and incredibly piercing blue eyes. Some might even daresay he was beautiful, not that KJ himself was that way inclined. Still, he imagined that the rider was probably well travelled and much more world-wary than KJ himself was. The actor suddenly felt well out of his depth considering he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no cell reception to help. “Thank god you’re here, man,” he sighed in relief, “There’s been nobody for hours and this piece of shit isn’t going anywhere soon.” He kicked at the wheel of his jeep to prove a point, continuing to fume at the fact it had failed him at the least appropriate time ever.

“Rough spot to find yourself in,” the man remarked, his voice all gravel and grit. “Want me to take a look?” KJ definitely wasn’t gay but everything about this guy screamed alpha male; he definitely had girls flirting with him wherever he went. KJ wasn’t exactly struggling in that department either but he supposed he had his game to thank for some of that. This guy’s appeal was all his own though - both his physique and charisma - and that was impossibly hard to match.

Stepping aside to allow the biker to take a look under the hood of his jeep, KJ used the time to inspect the other’s vehicle. The bike was black, sleek and looked expensive. “Nice bike, dude,” the actor commented, letting out a whistle of approval. Was this guy the embodiment of cool or what? KJ actually felt like a bit of a fanboy for once.

The older man glanced up from his inspection of the mess that was the jeep’s engine and chuckled. “Feel free to take a closer look if you want,” he suggested in a friendly tone. “She rides like a dream but eats up gasoline like nobody’s business. I’ll have to restock her tank real soon.”

“Rather that than a faulty engine like my rust bucket there,” KJ returned in a joking tone, stepping closer to the bike to properly admire it. He’d ridden a couple of motorbikes over the years but had never seriously craved one of his own - not until now, at least! “She expensive?”

“Had to make a deal with a demon for her,” the other responded in a surprisingly neutral tone for what KJ presumed to be a joke. “Don’t regret it for a moment though. She gets me where I want to go as long as I treat her right. Best girl I could have in my life.” There was something about the way the biker spoke about his vehicle that sent a shiver down KJ’s spine, although he couldn’t quite place what it is. Perhaps it was because he seemed to speak about her as if she was a living being… but that was ridiculous. Inanimate objects like bikes couldn’t be alive!

“Do me a favour while you’re back there, will you?” the biker called out to KJ from behind the hood of the jeep. “Open up the fuel tank for a moment.” It was a strange request but who was KJ to refuse someone who was willingly helping him out of a tough situation? Taking hold of the cap to the fuel tank, he unscrewed it and pulled it off. A quick peer inside confirmed that the gasoline seemed to be running low.

“You’re right, you’ll definitely have to stock up soon,” KJ remarked with a huff. “Nearing on empty.”

“Oh that shouldn’t be a problem,” came the response from right behind the actor, startling him. Before he could even contemplate moving out of the other’s way, something sharp pierced the back of KJ’s neck and he let out a yelp of both pain and surprise. “Thanks for helping me fill her up, dude. Mighty kind of you!”

Within moments KJ’s entire body felt like it was on fire. His limbs felt hot and heavy and he lost any semblance of balance, helplessly falling forward. He could still faintly hear the biker speaking above him but the words fluctuated in volume and pitch too much for him to understand. Every molecule that made up his physical being felt like it had changed into a fluid state and his stomach rebelled, twisting into a painful knot that made him want to empty himself from the inside out. Terror seized the actor as the world around him seemed to shift and soon all he could feel was falling, falling, falling…

The next thing KJ knew, he was in an incredibly dark room surrounded by a viscous liquid. He attempted to wade through it but his body wasn’t responding as he inspected it to. He couldn’t turn his head or raise his arms, almost like they no longer existed. No, not almost like it - exactly like it! He wasn’t surrounded by the strange liquid, he was part of it! He didn’t have a physical body at all anymore.

As his surprise settled down, the actor finally noticed the chorus of voices that surrounded him - all male, all distressed and barely more than whispers. Some were weaker than others, little more than pathetic whimpers. What they represented was far more troubling to KJ though; people often expected a pretty boy like him to be dumb but he was smart enough to work out that all those other voices belonged to men who had fallen into the same trap as him. Men who had somehow been transformed into gasoline for the mystery biker and his precious motorcycle.

Before the panic could truly settle in for KJ, he was caught off guard by an impossibly loud roar that seemed to come from everywhere around him. The entire room shook - a pulsing, consistent vibration - and the actor was stunned to find that it actually felt good. His brain was driven into the most intense pleasure he had ever felt and suddenly all of his concerns were forgotten. It was a privilege to be gasoline for such a unique individual with a special gift - at least until the engine was turned off again and all of the men being used for gasoline were allowed to remember what had happened to them…

 Meanwhile the biker, feeling extremely refreshed upon consumption of the handsome young actor and certain that his darling bike did too, took off down the highway again. He was sure it wouldn’t be long before he came across another poor fellow who had broken down or a hitchhiker who had no idea of what danger awaited them should they accept the help of a kindly stranger!