Fandom: Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man
Summary: Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man return to the Rock N’ Roll Bar and Grille to reunite with old buddies, mess around with Jack, and have a few laughs.
It was a pleasant evening at the Rock N’ Roll Bar and Grille. Lulu Daniels was performing on the stage, wearing a sexy lavender dress, and singing a romantic song. Her husband Jack was occupied in the bar section, messing around with a bunch of guys. His companions included his brother-in-law, Jimmy Jiles, and the Mexican mute, Jose Cuervo.
There was a lot of excitement happening inside the bar. A large space had been cleared to make room, and people gathered around to watch the wrestling matches between Jack and various challengers.
It was called ‘play fighting.’ In other words, wrestling just for fun. Nobody got hurt in play fighting…it was quite safe. Basically, it was a test of power and skill.
Tonight, Jack dominated the play fighting. Nobody could outwrestle him.
Young men came forward to challenge Jack, sometimes two men at a time, but Jack whooped their asses. He defeated every challenger. Not even the young men with bodybuilder physiques could beat Jack at wrestling. He just had too much power and skill.
After a while, it was time for a whiskey break.
“I’m the champion!” Jack laughed, holding up his drink in victory. “And there’s nothing any of you can do about it!”
Jack gulped down his whiskey and let out a big burp.
The other guys in the room laughed. Most of the females just rolled their eyes and looked disgusted.
Then the secret passage door opened. Two men with familiar faces entered the bar room. A biker in a leather jacket with short, spiky hair and a vertical scar on the right side of his face. A cowboy in a brown vest with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
It was none other than Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man.
“Harley, Marlboro…What are you guys doing here?” Jack asked.
“We just happened to be in the neighborhood,” Harley said.
“So, we decided to roll in for a visit,” Marlboro added.
Jose, grinning widely, ran to greet his amigos. It was so good to see them again!
Truth be told, Harley and Marlboro had missed the old Bar and Grille and all of their old friends. This place had always been their favorite hangout.
“Say, would you guys like to wrestle me?” Jack asked.
Harley and Marlboro exchanged glances, and then Harley went over to Jimmy and whispered to him.
“So, Jimmy,” Harley began. “Tell me about this play wrestling…what are the rules?”
“Not many rules,” Jimmy explained. “Basically, you can do anything to win as long as you don’t injure the other guy.”
“So…I can do anything I want to him?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jimmy said with a shrug. “Just don’t try to hurt him.”
Harley displayed a cunning smile as he looked over at Jack. A wicked idea had popped into the biker’s head.
“Let’s go, Harley! You and me,” Jack called to him.
The onlookers shouted and cheered as the fight began. Most of the group rooted for Jack, but a few pulled for Harley. Most of Harley’s cheerleaders were women who found the biker attractive.
Jack was about to win. He had Harley in a near-pin position. Then Harley started tickling Jack’s ribs, causing him to erupt in laughter. He moved away from Harley as fast as he could.
The audience gasped. Nobody had expected that to happen.
“I know Jack’s weakness!” Harley said, causing Jack’s cheeks to redden.
“I’m very ticklish,” Jack admitted to everybody.
This caused some of the audience to giggle.
“Sorry about the tickle, Jack,” Harley said, trying to sound sincere.
Jack shook a warning finger in Harley’s face. “Don’t do it again.”
“I would never!” Harley insisted.
Marlboro sarcastically mumbled, “Yeah, sure, Harley…sure.”
Jack let out a growl and came at his opponent with arms outstretched, prepared to wrap Harley in a crushing bear hug. However, the bear hug was unsuccessful because Harley tickled him again.
“Hey! No fair tickling!” Jack whined.
“Sorry,” Harley apologized.
The two men faced each other, preparing to lock up and start fighting again.
Suddenly, Harley widened his eyes and pointed. “What’s that over there!?”
Jack fell for the distraction trick and looked, foolishly letting his guard down.
Harley stuck his fingers under Jack’s armpits and began tickling him again. This time, he refused to stop. He tickled Jack down to the floor and then sat on the larger man.
It was a funny sight. The big man rolling around on the floor, trying to curl into a ball, and laughing uncontrollably. Harley was all over Jack, tickling him everywhere he could reach. Jack couldn’t defend himself because he was laughing so hard.
Many of the onlookers were laughing. Jimmy watched in wide-eyed shock. Jose had a big smile on his face. Marlboro appeared indifferent.
Now Harley was tickling Jack’s tummy, and Jack was enjoying it, but he didn’t appreciate being tickled in front of a bunch of people! It was a little embarrassing. Jack threw his head back and screamed with laughter. His tummy was extremely ticklish.
Harley looked up at Marlboro and smiled smugly.
“I did this to Jack when we were in high school,” Harley boasted.
Marlboro nodded. “Yeah, you always did enjoy torturing him…”
“Do any of you guys want to help?” Harley asked his friends.
“Nah, I’m not doing that,” Marlboro said with a slightly disturbed expression.
Jimmy shook his head. “Not me, Holmes.”
Aww, what the heck, Jose thought, smiling. He ran over and began tickling Jack as well.
The double teaming made it even worse! Harley and Jose tickled him mercilessly. They didn’t stop until Jack had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“What’s going on in here?” demanded a female voice.
The men turned and saw Lulu leaning on the doorframe. She did not look amused.
“Hey, baby.” Jack smiled weakly. He was out of breath and gasping for air.
Lulu saw her husband’s red face and teary eyes. He was drenched in sweat.
“What have you been doing to my husband?” she inquired, angrily.
Harley and Marlboro looked at each other. Marlboro just shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing,” Harley said with a smirk.
Lulu scowled at Harley. She knew damn well what they had been doing.
“Leave him alone,” she said. “Nobody tickle tortures my husband…except me.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Later that night, when everything had calmed down, the group of friends gathered together for some private time.
Marlboro, Harley, Jack, Jimmy, Jose, and the Old Man sat around a quiet table to have drinks and talk about the events of the day. They told the Old Man what had happened during the play fighting match.
“Old Man, you should have seen the look on Jack’s face when I told the whole room that I knew his weakness,” Harley quipped.
“Tickling,” Old Man chuckled. “That must have been fun.”
“At least he didn’t wet his pants…like last time,” Marlboro said.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and grumbled a bit.
“Didn’t you think it was funny, Jimmy?” Harley asked.
“Not really,” Jimmy said, still slightly annoyed with Harley for humiliating his brother-in-law.
“Do you guys want to know something?” Jack said in a quiet voice. “Just between us…”
Jack smiled a little, blushed, and fiddled nervously with his hands.
“I like being tickled,” Jack said. “It makes me laugh and that’s a good thing.”
“I’m ticklish too,” Jimmy admitted. “But I hate being tickled.”
Then Jimmy looked warily at Harley.
“Don’t get any ideas, Harley,” Jimmy warned him. “If you tickle me, I will kick your ass from here to kingdom come.”
Harley picked up his cup and smirked at Jimmy. “Okay…noted.”
“Just please go easier on me next time,” Jack said softly. “You guys made me cry like a baby.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that, big guy,” Harley said sincerely.
Jose patted Jack’s shoulder sympathetically.
Marlboro cleared his throat. “You know, I’m just glad to be back here. Nothing is better than spending time with old friends.”
The Old Man nodded, a smile on his face as he fondly remembered the good times they all shared together.
“That’s right,” Harley agreed.
Jack and Jimmy looked warmly at each other.
“That’s all that matters to me,” Marlboro said, looking gratefully at all of his friends.
They all loved each other and treasured their friendship. Sure, they had problems at times, but they would always forgive each other in the end. The group of six would remain good friends forever, and they all knew it.
“May I offer some advice, boys?” Old Man asked.
“Sure, Old Man,” Marlboro said.
Everyone looked at Old Man, ready to listen attentively to his wise words.
The Old Man smiled mischievously.
“Next time you tickle Jack…make sure you get his feet!”
Harley and Marlboro both laughed. An evil smile spread across Jose’s face.
“Oh, absolutely,” they promised. “We definitely will.”
Jack whimpered in despair, covering his blushing face with his big hands.
