Nathan shook his head as soon as Issac turned his back. He was so fucked at this point. Every person that knew Nathan would say the same and yet, he couldn't stop himself either. The smile returning just as he stepped out the door, Nathan grabbed his helmet only to see Issac turn back toward his home. One eyebrow raised, Nathan couldn't help letting out a cocky grin as he stretched back against his bike in a pose that would drive any gay man crazy, but likely not a single straight one. "Forget something?"