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Motorcycle

Ren couldn't help it. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey! You said I had to get a wheeled vehicle!" Horo shouted, noticing the other boy's disdain. "You never said it had to be a car! Besides, I can't afford a car. This baby was on sale!" He gestured proudly toward an electric blue motorcycle. It was no Harley Davidson. The paint was already chipping and the engine rumbled threateningly.

"Let's see you ride it," Ren scoffed. "And you didn't bother getting helmets either, I notice."

Horo flushed indignantly. "You are so cold, Ren," he scolded. "I don't believe I'm going out with you."

"Well, you are," Ren said shortly. "Now entertain me." With a smirk, Ren sat down on the curb as Horo attempted to ride the thing.

It was an extremely sad attempt.

Ren guessed he had to give the Usui credit for not killing himself after falling off for the forth time. Sighing and standing up, Ren walked up to the pile of motorcycle and Horo. "Let me try."

"No way," Horo shot. "I wanna ride this thing."

"You can ride behind me," Ren offered with a smirk.

"I do NOT want to be the girl in this relationship!"

"You technically are anyway. Stop whining." Ren pushed the motorcycle back up and sat on it. "Are you coming on or not?"

Deciding to ignore the strange scheming expression on Horo's face, Ren started up the engine as Horo slid in behind him. Ren was riding pretty well for the first few seconds…until Horo slid his hands around the Tao's waist.

Shivering slightly, Ren was lightly reminded of last night when the same thing happened…except it was somewhere much more comfortable and not life threatening. Unless of course, if you strangled yourself in the sheets. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Ren tried to concentrate on the road but of course…

"You're doing a good job," Horo said, his breath warm on Ren's neck. There was a hint of a triumphant chuckle.

Another extremely sad attempt.

The next day, next to the extremely red-faced Ren wearing a turtleneck and a satisfied looking Horo, the motorcycle sat at the curb.

A sign FOR SALE hanging off it's headlight.

Owari

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