A short, blond-haired, blue-eyed, chain-smoking punk, pierced and tattooed in more places than you can count--unless you know him as well as Daniel does. He's got an attitude the size of Texas, has enough balls for a herd of cowboys, and rides a Harley chopper almost as tall as he is.

Not Daniel's type at all.

But here they are, committed to each other, and they have the tattooed wedding rings to prove it. Who'd have thought?

Daniel's sitting on his front porch one afternoon, sipping a glass of iced tea and admiring the inked band on his finger, when things start to shake up a little. First, it starts with Rack bounding out to his bike, parked in their driveway, and giving it a thorough check over.

"You just rode that this morning," Daniel calls. "What happened; did something go wrong?"

"Nah, love. Just want to make sure it's in tip-top condition." Rack continues tinkering with the cycle's innards while Daniel watches idly. It's a lazy afternoon, and if he's not busy in the workshop, this is the kind of day he loves best. Just him and Rack and hopefully, later, sex. Lots and lots of sex.

This is pretty much a sure bet when Rack is part of the equation.

Rack gives the bike a final pat and stands up, stripping off his T-shirt. Daniel admires the view of that inked-up chest full of nifty little studs and rings before he realizes Rack's using the T to polish his bike. "Hey!" he protests, because he's the one who does the laundry. "Easy on the garments, there."

Rack has the grace to look abashed. "Sorry, sorry. Got a bit over-excited is all. I'll go and get one of the dusting rags from the shop, shall I?" And he's off, all energy on a day hot enough to make you want to sit and sip tea in the shade. Daniel's mildly entertained, though, so he sits and waits, watching to see what happens next.

Rack bounds back out with cleaning rags in hand and bends to his task, still naked from the waist up. Daniel takes a long drink of his tea because his mouth is watering. Rack naked in any way, shape, or form is never a bad thing, and he's getting hot just looking at his partner's chest, at the lean muscles that line his torso, and in particular at the new titanium hoops through his nipples. He remembers playing with those last night, and the fun he had when Rack arched and yelled after Daniel played too rough--but he loved it.