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Kirk crossed his arms, wrinkled his nose--he'd made it no secret he wasn't overly fond of garage smells--and tapped his foot. Likely he was thinking of the million things he'd rather be doing than watching me dick with my motorcycle.

I threw my leg over her and cranked her up.

"Jesus fuh--" His words were lost in the roar. I smirked as I saw him press the heels of his hands to his ears and scowl. The bike sounded different it you were on it, but try to get him to understand that. Oh, technically it sounded pretty much the same--maybe a bit louder, even--yet it was _different_.

Right. Try to get _him_ to understand that.

After a few revs, I killed the engine and ducked back down to tweak it some more.

"Argh! James! How much longer?"

"As long as it takes."

"You know, we could just take my ca--"

"It's not the same." I poked up my head up. "It's a perfect fucking day for riding."

"It is...just not necessarily that _kind_ of riding." He made his voice sound like running your hand over silk and maybe that voice would have worked on someone less lug-headed than me, but unfortunately for him, it was me he was stuck with.

"You know...." I wiped my hands on a rag. "You just haven't developed an appreciation for bikes."

"Yes, it's a taste I've never really cared to acquire." He drew two fingers over the chrome handlebar as he spoke, though. Maybe he was giving into the seductive power of it, if only a little. I didn't understand how anyone could _not_ give in.

Maybe he just had to be shown....

"Get on," I said, holding my hand toward the seat.

"What? I'm not driving that thing."

I tried not to laugh too hard at that idea. "Just get on."

He gave me a look but started to straddle it. I stopped him. "Facing the other way."

His brow wrinkled. "But that's--what's the point of that?"

I leaned across the bike, nuzzled my face into his hair to get my lips right next to ear, and said, "Don't you want to find out?"

He shrugged. "Well, when you put it in that tone...." He stepped over the seat and dropped himself onto it. And looked pretty fucking hot, too. I took a second to take him in. Maybe more than a second. He tossed his hair over his shoulder, a sure sign he was growing self-conscious under my scrutiny.

I put him out of his misery--that particular misery, at least--and straddled the bike facing him, helped him arrange himself so that his legs were over my thighs. Then I reached past him for the handlebars.

His hands gripped me through my shirt.

"You're not driving off like this."

"Relax. We're going someplace, but not like you think."

I started her up. How could anyone not find this hot? She came to life--to life!--between my legs: shuddering, humming, teasing. I cranked the throttle once or twice to hear her yell.

Kirk, however, didn't look like he was "getting" it. He needed to relax and just feel the bike under him. I kept one hand on the throttle, but brought the other up to cup the back of his head. I knew how to get him to relax.

Well, in one sense of the word, at least.

His reluctance about the bike didn't carry over to the kiss. He returned it passionately. While I had him distracted, I opened the throttle again. This was probably not the best thing for the bike, to be doing this over and over without ever going anywhere, but, damn it, I was going to get him to understand the awesome power of two wheels, a gas tank, and a bad-ass engine even if it cost me that engine.

His hands pushed under my t-shirt and roamed my back. Apparently, he was starting to feel comfortable on the bike. Comfortable was a start. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer, practically into my lap but not completely; I wanted him to be touching the bike, wanted him to feel it making itself known.

I revved the engine a time or two more, each time pushing against him as I turned the throttle--I considered that a sort of "positive reinforcement." Plus it felt good.

And then I pulled back.

"What?"

Rising, I drew my leg over the bike and came to stand beside it. Then, putting a hand on the middle of his back, I said, "Lean down."

He was reluctant, but firm yet gentle pressure on his back convinced him to give it a try. After some readjustment of his legs, I had him lying over the seat, his ass and balls--still tightly encased in jeans I was sure dated back to days before he'd turned into Mr. Mini Muscle--pressed against the gas tank. With his cheek resting on the leather seat, he reached forward and wrapped his hands around the bar at the far end of the seat.

My hand had slid to his lower back. I leaned down and said, "Can you feel it?"

"Yes, James, I can feel it." His tone was blasé. I could fix that.

"You ain't feeling nothing."

I straightened and turned the throttle full open. When I glanced back, I was surprised to see a smile on his face and a faraway look in his eyes. I let go of the throttle.

He sighed and stretched a little, like a cat claiming the bike for his own.

How easily they fall....

I straddled the bike again, my ass against the handlebars, my crotch against Kirk's ass. And then, a fraction of an inch at a time, I opened the throttle again.

Oh, that was good. Kirk lifted his head and put his forearms down on the seat. Then he dropped his forehead between his arms. His ass pushed back against me. He was grinding on the gas tank. He was hot. The bike was hot. The two together were deliriously hot.

When the throttle was full open, I started revving it--low, high, low, high--sometimes slowly, sometimes with a quick jerk of the wrist. Kirk took his arms off the seat, gripped the side of it instead. I hoped he didn't brush a muffler by accident; that would probably be a mood killer. He must have felt the heat radiating off them, though, because he managed to keep from grabbing them. Instead, he just gripped the sides of the leather seat tighter and pushed against me with increasing fierceness.

I had my free hand on his ass. I wasn't doing anything to it, just appreciating the feel of it moving and pushing beneath my fingers.

What happened next surprised me. I'd expected he'd get frustrated after a few minutes, get up, grab me off the bike, and get into it for real, but that wasn't what happened at all.

His hands grabbed for the bar at the end of the seat again and his back arched, pulling his chest up off the leather. He shoved against me, hard, two or three more times--shoved against me hard enough that I had a flash of panic about him pushing the bike down off its center stand. I pressed my heels against the cement floor and prepared myself to hold the bike up with my thighs should that happen.

His yell was loud enough to be heard over the clamor of the engine. I watched his body lock up as his orgasm took precedence over all else. My brain locked up with it. In fact, everything seemed to stop--I couldn't even hear the engine.

Unfuckingbelieveable. The world seemed to hang there on the edge of Kirk's orgasm, frozen.

And then he started to shudder. The engine roared in my ears. I could smell grease and exhaust again. In fact, everything seemed sharper, right down to the edge of the wrench I'd been using just a few minutes ago.

A few seconds later, Kirk dropped limp and panting across the seat.

The bike's engine idled back to a purr.

The muscles in my thighs relaxed.

I rubbed my thumb over the belt at the back of his jeans.

Well.

I've had a lot of fucking fun on bikes, but not quite as much as he had.

I was a little jealous.

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Comment by mental - 11/12/09 - 06:27PM

Oh man..i'd be jealous too..

Comment by fang138 - 11/05/09 - 09:47PM

James + Kirk x Motorcycle = Hotness beyond belief.

ScrewTheDaisies's response: I'm responding years late, but thank you!

Comment by caz1977 - 03/30/07 - 05:41PM

I wanna go riding now! Caz xx

ScrewTheDaisies's response: :) Thanks for reading!

Comment by Tasyfa - 11/04/06 - 08:05PM

Hee I love it, everyone's all hot and bothered and then James has his little moment of jealousy afterwards and I cracked up. :D Motorcycles are looooovely.

Comment by Chromosome - 07/11/05 - 08:05PM

You know, when I read that, all I could think about was this experimental movie I saw in college called "Scorpio Rising", with all these gay bikers in it. You might want to check it out sometime.

Comment by Fiara - 03/21/05 - 10:25AM

Woohoo! Now, that's what I call a really big vibrator! :D Super, super hot. Must be one of the hottest stories out there. No, there's nothing that tops Kirk getting all horny on a bike. I love the ending a lot, too, how Kirk has even more fun on a bike than James did.

Comment by Spirit_Melody - 10/11/04 - 01:00PM

*grins* That was incredible... what an original idea. Okay, I'm too flustered to say anything else... that was almost too sexy!

Comment by heavvymetalqueen - 09/22/04 - 11:14AM

to quote you, that was deliriously hot. wow. Kirk. on a bike. sqeee!

Comment by PureMetalChic666 - 06/21/04 - 12:39AM

I would just like to comment that I've read that story liuke 5 times and I still think it's great.

Comment by PureMetalChic666 - 06/21/04 - 12:38AM

I would just like to comment that I've read that story liuke 5 times and I still think it's great.

Comment by Claudia - 05/20/04 - 12:26AM

I loved that Kirk was able to get off on that. Wow. So hot.

Author's Response: Thanks!

Comment by Pumpkin - 05/03/04 - 07:13PM

Hot. Very hot.

Author's Response: Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.