Riding Lessons [Uruha x Ruki]
Title: Riding Lessons
Author: bubblexxtea
Genre(s): General/Romance/One-shot
Rating: T
Warning(s): Slight Language, Suggestive theme(s), Slightly AU
Pairing(s): Uruha x Ruki
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own these men. I only own my imagination and the plot.
Synopsis: What’s so special about a bike, anyway? There’s only one way to find out.
“I still can’t believe you convinced Reita to sell you his old bike.”
Ruki shook his head and watched Uruha gleefully pull the cover off the gleaming chrome and metal, rolling his eyes when the blond insisted on shining an already spotless mirror with the corner of his sleeve.
“Come on Ruki,” he said. “You could at least sound a little impressed. She’s a beautiful bike. Reita’s new girlfriend is a complete sourpuss for making him get rid of it since she moved in with him.”
“Yes, because expecting money to pay off the mortgage is such an unreasonable request,” Ruki remarked dryly.
“Heh, his loss is my gain.” Uruha rubbed his hands together and grinned, a sigh of content expelling past his lips. “But there might have to be a little paint job done on her before I can take her out.”
“Please don’t tell me you intend to paint that thing purple.”
“Purple happens to be a perfectly suitable colour for a motorcycle,” Uruha said, his teeth tugging his bottom lip into an injured pout. “But no, for your big fat information, I was going to put some flames in red along the sides.”
“Tacky,” Ruki snorted. As it was, the bike was a solid, glossy black colour, and what it lacked in flashiness it made up for in subtlety. It looked like something Aoi would usually go for. “Adding dumb stuff like that to it will just ruin it.” The thought of seeing Aoi go into cardiac arrest once he laid eyes on red flames tainting the beauty of glossy black perfection if Uruha ever pulled up in it for practice made Ruki snicker under his breath. Might as well give him a call just to warn him ahead of time.
Uruha glared at him as he swung his leg over the bike and settled himself on the seat, his face screwing up in indignation. “Aren’t you a killjoy? Like you have so much knowledge about it, anyway.” he sniffed, fitting his hands around the handlebars and giving a few imaginary revs, complete with sound effects.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re the youngest or me at times.”
“Hey, just because I can get the stick out of my ass and enjoy something thrilling every once in a while…”
“I just fancy cars more than anything,” Ruki hummed, looping his thumbs through the belt-loops of his skinny jeans. “This thing can’t even go as fast as the Porsche.”
“Bet I could beat your ass,” Uruha replied immediately.
Ruki’s eyebrow rose and he leaned over the handlebars to smirk in the blonde’s face, the tip of his tongue playing briefly at the corner of his upper lip deviously. “Dream on, Uru-baby. As if I would ever lose in the Porsche.”
“WELL YOU’RE GONNA LOSE THIS TIME,” Uruha declared confidently with a lift of his chin, meeting the shorter male’s gaze. “You’ll see,” he muttered, stroking the frame like it was a cat. “Baby and I are gonna sock it to you good.”
“Baby?”
A flush rose across the bridge of Uruha’s nose and he glance to the side, puffing out his cheeks.
“Reita named it,” he muttered. “His precious ‘Baby’. Just like his other bike, ‘Baby Number Two’.” He paused, and then grinned up at Ruki, snorting in laughter afterwards in afterthought. “Bet he thought it was kind of sexy.”
“Mm. What’s so sexy about a bike, anyway?”
Uruha’s grin turned lecherous, and he waggled his eyebrows. “Come on, Ruki. Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me that nothing about this bike turns you on?”
Ruki let his eyes rake slowly over the motorcycle from behind his glasses and its rider before fixing his features into a passive, blank look. “Not really, to be honest.” he drawled with a shake of his head.
Uruha stared at him skeptically for a few seconds, before leaning back in the seat, elbows hooking lazily over the back. Ruki’s gaze was immediately drawn to the way the motion stretched the blonde’s jeans over his thighs, and pulled his shirt taut across his chest. He kept the sudden jump in his pulse at the sight well hidden, though.
“So, let me get this straight,” Uruha said, purposely making his voice husky and provocative. “You don’t think there’s anything sexy about having a 150 horse-power engine throbbing and purring all hot between your legs, ready to respond to your slightest touch on the handgrips, under your complete control.”
Ruki shivered, pupils dilating as Uruha brought a knee up to step on the footrest, blatantly displaying the vee of his thighs, and the bulge between them.
“Uruha…”
The blond ignored the warning tone in that voice and continued to slide his hands along the frame, trailing blunted nails over the leather grips down to the seat.
“You think there’s nothing arousing about the roar of the engine when you push her, or all this sleek, glossy shine beneath your fingertips. You don’t want to find out how she handles curves when you squeeze her between your knees and lean-”
“Kouyou.”
“-or wondering how fast you can go before it gets too dangerous, engine pumping under you like a heartbeat as you ride her, the smell-”
Ruki reached over and grabbed a fistful of Uruha’s shirt, dragging him up and ever so slightly over the handlebars.
“Do you ever shut up?” the vocalist muttered, breathing unevenly into the grinning blonde’s face.
“Not unless you make me,” Uruha whispered, then tilted his chin up to connect his lips with Ruki’s, attacking his mouth instantly.
They kissed deeply, mouths slick against each other, sliding off onto chins and cheeks, leaving a sheen of hot saliva there. Ruki’s hands kept a tight grip on Uruha’s shirt, bunching it between his fingers and pulling it up to expose the slightly tanned skin at his belly while Uruha’s hands were busier; sifting through Ruki’s messy slightly curled locks, coming down to hold Ruki’s cheeks and keep their mouths pressed together, rubbing over his chest and shoulders. When his thumbnail dragged across a cloth-covered nipple, Ruki broke the kiss and groaned, releasing Uruha’s shirt in order to step a pace back.
Uruha licked his lips and leered at him. “So,” he purred, “what do you think?”
“I-I think,” Ruki said, struggling to make his voice steady, “that if we knock over Reita’s bike he’s going to kill you.”
That startled a low and throaty laugh from Uruha, and Ruki had to swallow around his suddenly dry mouth. The blond leaned forward, draping himself over the handlebars.
“Good point,” he mused. “I don’t think sex would be very comfortable either.”
“Who said we were having sex?”
Uruha raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly, swinging his leg out so that he was no longer straddling the bike.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get ready to show you the ropes of how to ride something in about five minutes,” he said. “It’s up to you whether you want to ride the bike or….”
He trailed off suggestively, and then pushed past the shorter man, fingers pushed through the belt-loops of his jeans, his head turning to look over his shoulder briefly as he walked up the garage stairs leading into the house. Ruki watched, a mixture of amusement, lust, and annoyance in his gaze.
Ruki imagined those hands gripping his hips and he shook his head, patting his pockets in search for his carton of cigarettes and lighter all the while following after the blonde. Uruha was a fucking nuisance when he wanted to be.
A/N: I was a bit inspired by one of Uruha's shoots: here. Uhm~ the only thing AU about this is the mentioning of Reita's girlfriend, so I suppose that's why this could be viewed as something AU, but other than that that's about it. C:
Author: bubblexxtea
Genre(s): General/Romance/One-shot
Rating: T
Warning(s): Slight Language, Suggestive theme(s), Slightly AU
Pairing(s): Uruha x Ruki
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own these men. I only own my imagination and the plot.
Synopsis: What’s so special about a bike, anyway? There’s only one way to find out.
“I still can’t believe you convinced Reita to sell you his old bike.”
Ruki shook his head and watched Uruha gleefully pull the cover off the gleaming chrome and metal, rolling his eyes when the blond insisted on shining an already spotless mirror with the corner of his sleeve.
“Come on Ruki,” he said. “You could at least sound a little impressed. She’s a beautiful bike. Reita’s new girlfriend is a complete sourpuss for making him get rid of it since she moved in with him.”
“Yes, because expecting money to pay off the mortgage is such an unreasonable request,” Ruki remarked dryly.
“Heh, his loss is my gain.” Uruha rubbed his hands together and grinned, a sigh of content expelling past his lips. “But there might have to be a little paint job done on her before I can take her out.”
“Please don’t tell me you intend to paint that thing purple.”
“Purple happens to be a perfectly suitable colour for a motorcycle,” Uruha said, his teeth tugging his bottom lip into an injured pout. “But no, for your big fat information, I was going to put some flames in red along the sides.”
“Tacky,” Ruki snorted. As it was, the bike was a solid, glossy black colour, and what it lacked in flashiness it made up for in subtlety. It looked like something Aoi would usually go for. “Adding dumb stuff like that to it will just ruin it.” The thought of seeing Aoi go into cardiac arrest once he laid eyes on red flames tainting the beauty of glossy black perfection if Uruha ever pulled up in it for practice made Ruki snicker under his breath. Might as well give him a call just to warn him ahead of time.
Uruha glared at him as he swung his leg over the bike and settled himself on the seat, his face screwing up in indignation. “Aren’t you a killjoy? Like you have so much knowledge about it, anyway.” he sniffed, fitting his hands around the handlebars and giving a few imaginary revs, complete with sound effects.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re the youngest or me at times.”
“Hey, just because I can get the stick out of my ass and enjoy something thrilling every once in a while…”
“I just fancy cars more than anything,” Ruki hummed, looping his thumbs through the belt-loops of his skinny jeans. “This thing can’t even go as fast as the Porsche.”
“Bet I could beat your ass,” Uruha replied immediately.
Ruki’s eyebrow rose and he leaned over the handlebars to smirk in the blonde’s face, the tip of his tongue playing briefly at the corner of his upper lip deviously. “Dream on, Uru-baby. As if I would ever lose in the Porsche.”
“WELL YOU’RE GONNA LOSE THIS TIME,” Uruha declared confidently with a lift of his chin, meeting the shorter male’s gaze. “You’ll see,” he muttered, stroking the frame like it was a cat. “Baby and I are gonna sock it to you good.”
“Baby?”
A flush rose across the bridge of Uruha’s nose and he glance to the side, puffing out his cheeks.
“Reita named it,” he muttered. “His precious ‘Baby’. Just like his other bike, ‘Baby Number Two’.” He paused, and then grinned up at Ruki, snorting in laughter afterwards in afterthought. “Bet he thought it was kind of sexy.”
“Mm. What’s so sexy about a bike, anyway?”
Uruha’s grin turned lecherous, and he waggled his eyebrows. “Come on, Ruki. Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me that nothing about this bike turns you on?”
Ruki let his eyes rake slowly over the motorcycle from behind his glasses and its rider before fixing his features into a passive, blank look. “Not really, to be honest.” he drawled with a shake of his head.
Uruha stared at him skeptically for a few seconds, before leaning back in the seat, elbows hooking lazily over the back. Ruki’s gaze was immediately drawn to the way the motion stretched the blonde’s jeans over his thighs, and pulled his shirt taut across his chest. He kept the sudden jump in his pulse at the sight well hidden, though.
“So, let me get this straight,” Uruha said, purposely making his voice husky and provocative. “You don’t think there’s anything sexy about having a 150 horse-power engine throbbing and purring all hot between your legs, ready to respond to your slightest touch on the handgrips, under your complete control.”
Ruki shivered, pupils dilating as Uruha brought a knee up to step on the footrest, blatantly displaying the vee of his thighs, and the bulge between them.
“Uruha…”
The blond ignored the warning tone in that voice and continued to slide his hands along the frame, trailing blunted nails over the leather grips down to the seat.
“You think there’s nothing arousing about the roar of the engine when you push her, or all this sleek, glossy shine beneath your fingertips. You don’t want to find out how she handles curves when you squeeze her between your knees and lean-”
“Kouyou.”
“-or wondering how fast you can go before it gets too dangerous, engine pumping under you like a heartbeat as you ride her, the smell-”
Ruki reached over and grabbed a fistful of Uruha’s shirt, dragging him up and ever so slightly over the handlebars.
“Do you ever shut up?” the vocalist muttered, breathing unevenly into the grinning blonde’s face.
“Not unless you make me,” Uruha whispered, then tilted his chin up to connect his lips with Ruki’s, attacking his mouth instantly.
They kissed deeply, mouths slick against each other, sliding off onto chins and cheeks, leaving a sheen of hot saliva there. Ruki’s hands kept a tight grip on Uruha’s shirt, bunching it between his fingers and pulling it up to expose the slightly tanned skin at his belly while Uruha’s hands were busier; sifting through Ruki’s messy slightly curled locks, coming down to hold Ruki’s cheeks and keep their mouths pressed together, rubbing over his chest and shoulders. When his thumbnail dragged across a cloth-covered nipple, Ruki broke the kiss and groaned, releasing Uruha’s shirt in order to step a pace back.
Uruha licked his lips and leered at him. “So,” he purred, “what do you think?”
“I-I think,” Ruki said, struggling to make his voice steady, “that if we knock over Reita’s bike he’s going to kill you.”
That startled a low and throaty laugh from Uruha, and Ruki had to swallow around his suddenly dry mouth. The blond leaned forward, draping himself over the handlebars.
“Good point,” he mused. “I don’t think sex would be very comfortable either.”
“Who said we were having sex?”
Uruha raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly, swinging his leg out so that he was no longer straddling the bike.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get ready to show you the ropes of how to ride something in about five minutes,” he said. “It’s up to you whether you want to ride the bike or….”
He trailed off suggestively, and then pushed past the shorter man, fingers pushed through the belt-loops of his jeans, his head turning to look over his shoulder briefly as he walked up the garage stairs leading into the house. Ruki watched, a mixture of amusement, lust, and annoyance in his gaze.
Ruki imagined those hands gripping his hips and he shook his head, patting his pockets in search for his carton of cigarettes and lighter all the while following after the blonde. Uruha was a fucking nuisance when he wanted to be.
A/N: I was a bit inspired by one of Uruha's shoots: here. Uhm~ the only thing AU about this is the mentioning of Reita's girlfriend, so I suppose that's why this could be viewed as something AU, but other than that that's about it. C:
