Prompt Post: Round 1
Welcome to Round 1 of the Common Law Meme!
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“No way.”
Those were the first words out of Wes’s mouth when he saw Travis sitting on his motorcycle on the street in front of his hotel. Wes grins, running his hand on a handlebar.
“Come on, man. I dinged your car, remember?”
Yes, Wes did remember. What he remembers more vividly, however, was a giant van smashing into the $76,000 side of it. Details.
Wes eyed the motorcycle again, saying, “Yeah, and I’d like to make it to work alive, thank you very much. I’ll walk.”
“You know it’s at least a forty minute walk. I’ll be there in twenty,” Travis pauses to purse his lips for a moment, “Well, ten. I insist.” Travis clasps his hands in front of his face, pushing his lower lip out in a mock pleading frown.
Wes snorts, and says, “All right, cabbage patch. If you insist.”
Travis grins and hands him a helmet. Wes grabs the helmet, but pauses. He doesn’t... necessarily know how to go about... getting on the motorcycle. He hovers awkwardly for a moment, and Travis sighs and rolls his eyes. Travis gets up, taking the helmet out of Wes’s hands. He grabs his chin, and for a second Wes thinks, holy shit he’s going to kiss me, but the moment is gone as quick as it came, and then Travis is shoving the helmet over Wes’s head. Then he’s getting on the motorcycle, but he’s dragging Wes by his hand. He turns around in the seat, looking at Wes. When Wes doesn’t move to get on the bike, Travis sighs, and taps Wes’s inner thigh.
“Lift this. Swing it over. Sit,” Travis says. Wes feels his face heat up, but he is not blushing, thanks, and follows Travis’s instructions. He sits awkwardly, not sure what to do with his hands, until Travis grabs them and wraps them around his midsection. Wes stiffens. Travis doesn’t seem to notice however, because he’s strapping on his own helmet and starting the bike. The growl echos through the air, and then they’re moving. Wes instinctively tightened his arms around Travis’s waist.
Travis is... firmer than Wes had expected. He felt slightly cheated that he didn’t know that such a good physique was under those shirts. He always knew that Travis was buff, but he had never expected his abs to be so firm. Not that... not that he thought about that. Too much. Wes shakes the thought off, but he can’t ignore how heat is radiating off of Travis’s back, like his charisma seeps out of his pores.
Being on the bike is more fun than he had expected. He never liked the idea of bikes. He liked being in cars; solid, in control, a unit. It’s why a Range Rover had appealed to him. But this... this was good. It felt good to have the wind rushing all around him, twisting around his shape and funneling behind him. Felt good to feel open and connected. Felt good to have his chest pressed up to Travis’s back, his gaze lingering on the back of his neck. Felt good to have the fronts of his thighs against the backs of Travis’s. Felt good to have his arms wrapped Travis like he was the only thing keeping him grounded. Felt good to be... touching Travis.
Wes swallows and tightens his arms again.
Wouldn’t want to fall off, would he?
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You've just got to love it when the tables are turned, no? Great job!
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