<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Sig was smiling at his luck. Not only was the man attractive, he obviously didn't mind Sig quite openly taking his fill of him. How long has it been since he fooled around with another wolf? Too long it would seem if the way his body was responding to the stranger was anything to go by. Daniel had been fun, and most people were, for a time. Tagging along with Blue and Eivind had been fun as well, but not very conducive to getting his sexual needs met. Eivind was much more likely to rip into him for flirting and Sig respected that.<br/>
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“Oh, I agree with you. Whatever was I thinking?” He tapped the steering wheel.<br/>
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Once they'd gotten the truck safely moved and Sig explained himself, the other wolf put in his opinion. Sig, given his lack of knowledge and general good-faith in people, was inclined to believe him. Simple fix, he'd said.<br/>
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“Oh good. I'm not sure who would have wrung my neck first; him or his mate.” Given Eivind's current state, Sig would have put his money on Blue. His medical expenses had been bad enough without Eivind having to replace something important in the truck (or the whole thing.) Getting it towed home in defeat was nothing he was looking forward to, but there his savior was, offering his assistance without hesitation.<br/>
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“I haven't,” Sig admitted when the man had asked if he'd ever been on a motorcycle before. It didn't stop him from sliding behind the larger male, tucking in close for more than just safety purposes. The helmet prevented him from pressing his face into the center of the man's wide back but perhaps there would be opportunity for that later. From his seat he was perched slightly higher than Stellan, able to slide his knees on either side of the man with his feet set on top of their rests. Sig was not above taking advantage of their positioning and while not aroused yet he imagined his new friend would be able to tell he was enjoying the proximity. Invitation or not, Sig wasn't shy.<br/>
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“I wouldn't mind exploring this same arrangement later, or the other way around, depending on what you're into.” Sig didn't mind either. “Seems to me like I owe you big for saving my ass.” Kindness aught to be rewarded. When they got going Sig held tighter around him until he got used to the movements, his momentary unease fleeting. The press of their bodies easily won out, even if it hadn't taken any overly sexual tones (yet). Sig realized now how far away he'd been from any diesel. He would never have made it in the truck. Likely he'd missed a place to stop somewhere along the way. He wasn't aware even that not all gas stations supplied the fuel they were looking for. That was made obvious by the ones they drove by. Stellan luckily knew exactly where he was going, not that Sig would have minded if they kept on driving. Blue and Eivind would still be there when he returned..<br/>
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After filling the canister they went on back the direction they had come, Sig soon reunited with Eivind's truck.<br/>
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“Let me know how I might be able to assist you,” Sig offered, but he really had no idea what to do with the truck. It sounded complicated no matter what Stellan had said about it being an easy thing. Bleeding something out..? Sig wouldn't have known the first place to start and he didn't pretend otherwise, focused instead on watching Stellan openly as he worked.<br/>
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“Mighty impressive,” Sig said once he'd finished up. “I bet you're a man of many talents, actually. I think you should follow me just in case, anyway, you know, if the truck breaks down again before I make it to fill it up completely.” Sig sent him a knowing look before getting back into the driver's side, the engine rumbling happily once again. Sig did stop to refill both tanks, being somewhat responsible, but his next intention was not to head to the grocery store. Instead, he got back onto one of the country roads, hoping to lure Stellan to someplace semi-remote. It wasn't as if his new friend would have a hard time keeping up and as he'd pulled over he was already opening several compartments, imagining the boys kept lube <i>somewhere</i>. He was not disappointed.<br/>
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“I don't know. Maybe it's broken again,” Sig said after he'd cut the engine and opened the driver's side door, shrugging coquettishly.</span></span>