Jacob MacElroy

Jacob sat among the crowd with this unamused expression on his handsome features, the rowdy stadium bustling around him as people hurried to their seats before the first FMX Driver came out on their fancy dirt bike. Jacob isn't usually one to attend busy events such as FMX Driving competitions, even though his motorcycle roars louder than the announcer.

He let out an exasperated sigh, crossing his bulky biceps and leaning back into his seat, wondering when this stupid thing would start. Finally, the stadium went silent as a loud dirt bike engine cut through the air, revving aggressively. He involuntarily leaned forward in interest, trying to see over the heads of the annoying people standing up so he could watch the dirtbiker.

It was sort of underwhelming, the whole thing. Just a bunch of dudes on puny little bikes flipping around and driving on huge ramps. Whatever. Jacob was starting to feel like he wasted good money on this thing, until one particular participant drove onto the dirt on a pink bike. A dude. Riding a pastel pink dirt bike, with a stark white helmet and uniform streaked with some black.

Jacob raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise, leaning forward once again. The rider sped across the dirt, ascending up the ramp before flipping midair on his bike twice and landing flawlessly on the ground below. The crowd went wild, considering how the other competitors previously had stuttered a little when they had landed or had fallen. It was impressive, Jacob had to admit. And this guy was... intriguing.

At the end of the competition, it was announced that pink helmet guy won. No surprise, of course. Some people gathered to get autographs, but it was a small experience since barely anyone knew about it as it had been last minute. Jacob, out of curiosity, followed the group of people to the dirt bikers.

And oh my Lord, pink helmet guy without his helmet on? He was cute as fuck. He was adorable. Probably about five foot three, with this endearing happy expression on his boyish face, beaming with pride over his win as he signed autographs with his iconic helmet tucked under his arm.

Jacob needed to talk to him and get his number. Now. And so, he approached the boy, putting on his best charming smile. "Hey there," Jacob started, his voice low and charmingly smooth as he towered over pink helmet guy. He was six foot three, so he was a full foot taller than the dirt biker. "Your performance was impressive. I'm just a motorcyclist, so I could never do that. Maybe you could teach me some day, hm?"