"Hiro-san, what do you want to eat?" Nowaki asked a few days later.
"I dunno… kim chi stew?" Hiroki shrugged, not bothering to glance away from the TV.
"Again? Didn't we just have it last week?" Nowaki laughed.
"I don't know, you choose." He grumbled. Hiroki suddenly felt arms drape over his shoulders.
"Hey, why are you so grumpy, Hiro-san?" Nowaki cooed.
"I'm not grumpy!" Hiroki snapped. "I'm just… bored."
"Bored? I thought you were enjoying your vacation."
"I was for a couple of days, but I've already read all of the books in the house and you're never around to do anything…"
"Hmm… Well, I'm free tonight. Want to go see a movie or something? Maybe get some dinner afterwards?"
"I guess so…"
"Come on, it'll be fun." Nowaki assured him.
"Okay, okay…" Nowaki brushed some of the shorter man's chestnut-brown hair away from his cheek and kissed it.
"I love you, Hiro-san."
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too." He muttered, rolling his eyes. Without warning, Nowaki suddenly came around and straddled him against the couch, kissing him both gently but dominantly.
"Mmph—Nowaki! What the hell?" Hiroki exclaimed.
"I'm sorry I've been brushing you off, Hiro-san." Nowaki murmured, running one of his long fingers down Hiroki's neck. "I've been exhausted lately, but I'll make it up to you."
"Ah… y-you don't have to—" Nowaki's mouth silenced him. He felt Nowaki's tongue begging for entrance, and he opened his mouth just a little bit. He suddenly moaned as he felt fingers start to stroke him through his shirt, just enough to send a bit of heat from his chest to his groin.
Hiroki was definitely getting turned on by all of this sudden attention, but as fast as it had started, Nowaki stopped.
"We're going to be late if we don't go now." He whispered, getting off of the mildly-seduced man.
"… Cock blocker." Hiroki muttered under his breath. Nowaki caught what he said and smiled a bit.
"Don't worry, I'll go all night long if you want me to when we get back, Hiro-san." He promised.
"Yeah, yeah, okay." He grumbled, feeling a flush rise to his face. Nowaki grabbed his motorcycle helmet from the top of the fridge. "Oh nononono, we're not going on that death machine!" Hiroki protested.
"But I got you a helmet…" Nowaki pouted.
"I don't care, I'm not going on that thing."
"Come on, Hiro-san, it'll be fun!"
"No." Hiroki crossed his arms and even stomped his foot down to prove his point. Silence crossed the two for a few moments before Nowaki grabbed the man's arm and practically dragged him to the garage. "Hey, let go of me!" he barked.
"Are you scared, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked innocently, getting thisclose to his face.
"I'm not scared, you bastard." He spat. "I just have common sense, is all!"
"I'm a careful driver." Nowaki said. Hiroki let out a long, defeated sigh.
"If I go on the stupid thing, will you stop bugging me about it?" he groaned.
"Of course, Hiro-san."
"Fine, then." He grumbled, taking the black full face helmet off of the garbage bin and shoving it on his head. "What the hell is this piece of crap? I can't fucking see!" The sound of Nowaki's chuckles pissed him off. "What?"
"It's on backwards. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?" Hiroki felt immense heat rise to his cheeks as he quickly switched the helmet around. "You're so cute."
"It's dark in here, how was I supposed to know?" he shot back. "And I'm not cute."
"Whatever you say, Hiro-san." Nowaki smiled.
"Wipe that grin off of your face, or I'll do it myself." Hiroki threatened. Nowaki's smile grew wider as he swung his long leg over the bike and sat on the seat. "How the hell am I supposed to not fall off of this thing?" Hiroki asked.
"Hang onto my waist." Nowaki said.
"… What?"
"Hiro-san, haven't you ever seen a motorcycle with two passengers before? The one in the back hangs onto the one driving it."
"A-are you sure there's not any handlebars or anything?" he laughed nervously. Hiroki honestly didn't mind clinging onto that big lug of his, but something about being on the back of a motorcycle hanging onto a younger, bigger man somehow gnawed at his masculinity a little bit. Sure, Hiroki had seen biker girls before, but they either rode the damn thing by themselves or clung onto a man driving it; he'd never seen a man in the back before.
"No, you're going to have to hang onto me." Nowaki told him. Hiroki noticed a small blush dotting the man's cheeks.
"Just because I'm hanging onto you doesn't mean you get to think about perverted Nowaki things when you're driving!" He hissed.
"Don't worry, I won't." Nowaki promised.
"I'm sure." He muttered.
In truth, the ride wasn't as bad as Hiroki thought it would be. Nowaki was truthful to his word when he said that he was a good driver; after a little while, Hiroki loosened his grip on the man's waist and just relaxed. It wasn't long before they reached the theatre, which they made it just in time to.
"I hope this movie is good as you claim it's going to be." Hiroki said as he removed his helmet.
"All movies with Johnny Depp in it are pretty good, and this got some pretty good reviews."
"I don't understand why they made a fourth movie, but whatever." Hiroki shrugged.
"That was the longest movie I've ever seen." Hiroki said as they got out of the theatre. "What's up with Americans and their need to put lengthy scenes that have nothing to do with the movie in it?"
"I dunno, Hiro-san." Nowaki answered. "I'm just glad it had Japanese subtitles; I liked it."
"It was too long." Hiroki grumbled. Nowaki's frown made him feel a little pang of guilt; after all, he did take Hiroki out to go see it on his only night off of work. "… But it was still good, I guess." He finished. Nowaki's face instantly brightened up again.
"Where do you want to go to eat?" He asked.
"Don't care, just a place where there's food." Hiroki said. "I'm starving."
After stuffing himself to the brim with kare raisu*, Hiroki was about ready to fall asleep as they made their way out to the parking lot. Nowaki nearly laughed at the look on Hiroki's face; he looked so unguarded and sleepy and it was flat-out adorable.
"You really are cute, Hiro-san." Nowaki smiled.
"Shut up." He muttered. He nearly reached for his helmet before Nowaki took his wrist and pinned him against a nearby tree, kissing him before he could say a word.
"Mmph!" Hiroki groaned; he was definitely awake now. "G-get off me; we're in public, you moron!"
"Makes it even more exciting." Nowaki purred, kissing shorter man's neck tenderly. Hiroki felt his body getting unbearably hotter by the second.
No, I'm not getting turned on by this! It was the curry—yes, the curry is making my body heat up! Hiroki tried to convince himself.
"Oh, Hiro-san… it looks like it's making you excited, too." Nowaki murmured with a satisfied grin on his face. Hiroki glanced down and groaned at the half-hard bulge in his pants.
"No, it's not that—"
"Then what is it?" Nowaki asked, tracing the slight curve of Hiroki's waist with his hands. The brunette's breath was beginning to become shallow; deep in the back of his mind, he knew that if he didn't get Nowaki in the next ten seconds, he would promptly explode.
"Hey! What're you kids doing?" Someone barked. Startled, they both turned to see the owner of the restaurant; he was a good distance from them, but judging by how angry he looked, they both decided that now would be a good time to high-tail it.
Nowaki tossed Hiroki his helmet and getting on the motorcycle, revving up the engine before Hiroki got a chance to even swing his leg over.
"Wait for me, idiot!" Hiroki shouted before hopping on behind him. As soon as Nowaki felt Hiroki's arms around him, he sped off from the parking lot and onto the highway.
That was close Hiroki thought. As the motorcycle began to pick up speed, however, Hiroki suddenly felt a little bit strange. … I'm still hard he realized. Oh my God, that lug made me hard before making me get on his bike! This isn't going to be good…
As soon as he got over his initial realization and Nowaki hit eighty kilometers, Hiroki nearly let go of the man as unbearable vibrations began to wrack against his crotch.
Hiroki let out a loud moan before he could stop himself. For once, he was grateful that the motorcycle was so loud; if Nowaki knew what was going on, he would never let him live it down.
As they traveled down the freeway, Hiroki clung him desperately, panting desperately as the machine continued to torture him. His body felt like it was burning, especially his face; his cheeks blazed a fiery red color behind his helmet.
No, this isn't happening to me! He thought miserably. Alright Hiroki, just calm down and try to make it go away…
He closed his eyes, but as soon as he did, he was instantly overcome with images of Nowaki and his well-defined muscles, his strong jaw line, his well-endowed—
Hiroki shuddered in pleasure.
The vibrations outweighed his resistance tenfold at that.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki whispered over and over again. Suddenly, the sensation became too much for him to handle and he felt himself spiraling quickly.
"Nowaki!" he hissed through his teeth. "Shit, shit, shit…" He couldn't fight it anymore; he couldn't win this.
He groaned and panted in airy gasps as he suddenly came—
Hanging onto Nowaki—
On the freeway.
"G-God!" he mewled as he succumbed into an unbearably pleasurable orgasm. Suddenly, he groaned as he realized his pants felt incredibly wet.
I can't let him find out about this; he'll make fun of me for the rest of my life!
Hey, guys! Hope you liked this second chapter. I hope for all of you SuFin fans out there that you didn't think that this scene was kinda the same as the one-shot I have on this account if you read that one as well. I can't help it; I have an incredibly perverted mind when it comes to things that vibrate… D: I felt that a motorcycle would be great for this, since I already used a washing machine in my other story _
Reviews would be lovely and make my day. :3
*Curry over rice