The wind whipped around them in a rush, cool from the night and loud by the speed. Hazy yellow lights illuminated the highway across a bridge in intervals and city lights loomed on the horizon. The motorcycle hummed down the highway like a bumblebee, its two occupants weary from their long day.
On the back, Shawn yawned widely behind his helmet. Hanging out with his cousin was always the highlight of pretty much everything to Shawn, but being awake for sixteen hours was too much even for him. Not to mention being regulated to riding pillion was a blow to the ego. Especially when Eliot made him hold on, like arms around the waist hold on. Super unmanly clinging to his cousin, it was that or a broken nose and forced to do it anyway though.
Shawn yawned again, his jaw protesting the stretch. The lights faded away as they rode past and into a darker stretch of highway. It was still a good thirty minutes before they reached their destination and Shawn blinked tiredly. It might as well have been two more hours, he was so tired.
At some point his body had decided holding up his head was too much effort and Shawn was mildly mortified to realize his head was resting against Eliot's back. A third yawn wormed its way out and Shawn decided he didn't care about their close proximity. He could feel Eliot yawn too. Ha, serve him right, Shawn thought, wake me up at five a.m. army freak.
A tired smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and Shawn let his eyes close for a moment. The moment stretched out further and further until Shawn began to drift, only half aware. Instinctively he kept his grip tight around Eliot's waist, but let himself relax against his cousin's back. The wind and the hum of the bike (and admittedly, the safety of being next to Eliot) lured him into semi-consciousness. Able to hear, yet drifting in dreamless sleep.
It wasn't until something hit his helmet that Shawn snapped back to reality, startled to realize he had actually fallen asleep. Sluggishly he sat up a little straighter and relinquished his hold on his cousin. The something turned out to be Eliot, half turned on the bike, which was pulled over at a decrepit-looking gas station.
"What the hell, man?" Eliot demanded angrily, but it was considerably ruined by the tiredness in his voice and the panic around his eyes behind his visor, "You seriously feel asleep on a motorcycle?"
"No." Shawn replied, his own voice thick with sleep as he blinked owlishly.
Eliot starred in bewilderment before turning around sputtering in exasperated annoyance.
"Get off," Eliot flipped the kickstand down, "We're getting coffee."
This was inspired by my own tiredness and a story from my mom's teenage years. She really did fall asleep on the back of a motorcycle while riding with a friend. And on top of it being broad daylight, it was not a short distance either. Needless to say, her friend wasn't happy with her because it scared him so bad XD
Anyways, please R and R and thank you for stopping by!:).
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