Living Life on the Edge ... the Garage [REITA / KAI] - ONE SHOT
Title: Living life on the edge … the Garage
Chapters: One shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Beta: pooobaihr
Genre: Romance, introspection, crack
Warnings: sexual activity, and yeah ...smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reita/Kai
Bands: the GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Comment: This is the third one shot of a series of randomly put together one shots, which I once again randomly decided to start, as the muses of my OTP (ReitaxKai) were bugging me, begging me to make them have some time together. The series is called Living Together, and I am going to explore various situations, of this particular couple “living together”. Hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I loved writing it! (^_^!!)
Summary: Reita is having a private moment with his bike until Kai shows up ... Reita's POV.
Living Life on the edge … the Garage
Elegant. Breathtaking. Sexy.
And no, I am not talking about Kai ... whom, let's immediately clarify, is all those things and more … but she, oh she is a beauty that has absolutely no living rivalry; dual sport Suzuki V-Strom 1000.
Gosh she's beautiful.
Sensual and mysterious as the night, her body completely covered in metallic black. Perfect structure with all her curves in the right place, and gosh I just love the way she seems to groan at me when I get it started. Every man's dream. I could stand in front of it and simply gaze at her forever, though the joy of riding her is much greater; like everything else in life … they say … because I don't bottom ...so I wouldn't know.
That morning, one of the few days we had away from work, I went down to our own garage, among the many in the apartment complex, just to give her the routine checking, and care, cause you know, women need that tender love and care rather often, and I have been bad with that lately. As I entered the garage, and abandoned myself in my usual ten minutes of simply staring at her, I decided that she looked pretty lonely, and that it was merely my duty to take her out for a ride. She always only pleases me, and never asks for anything … unlike a certain drummer ... thus that was the least I could do for her.
-I bet you miss me. Aaw baby, I am so sorry … -I started talking to her like she was my lover, which in a way she is - I know, I know ... I have been spending an awful amount of time with that drummer ...- I kept rambling, in the mockery of the voice a mother would use with their cute little child, as I pass my special yellow cloth all over her body, just to make her shine even more if possible -but now it's just me and you baby ...- I kept on reassuring her, completely unaware of another presence behind me.
-I knew you were cheating on me ...- suddenly said a very familiar voice, making me swiftly turn around from my crouched position, just to stare at Kai, who was leaning at the entrance of the garage, his arms folded in his chest, his head shaking in amusement with a diverted grin plastered on his face. I quickly turn back to her, knowing my face was probably as red as the shirt Kai was wearing at the moment, for I wonder how long had he been standing there, and exactly what had he heard, which will inevitably be a good source for ridiculing me.
-How long have you been standing there? ...- I nonchalantly ask, after coughing out the sweetish tone I was previously using to talk to my baby, as I stay incessant with my wiping motions.
-… Long enough … - he calmly replies, his grin still plastered on his face, as he entered the garage, and walked passed me. Great. He is so going to use that to either embarrass or blackmail me into doing stuff (or both ...) for a while. I really wasn't expecting him to be here at all, because the fact is that he is never down here when I am with her, so I also started feeling kind of uncomfortable for some reason, like he was intruding in our space, or something like that, I am not good at describing that emotion crap. Thus, I ceased my cleaning, and looked up at him, who stopped in front of some of the tools I religiously keep on the wall, which are meant for her, and her use only.
-... Anything I can help you with baby? ...- I inquire after a while, still cautiously keeping my gaze fixed on his randomly observing stare, and tool-touching hands.
-... oh so now I am your “baby” uh?...- he lightly chuckled, nonchalantly replying with that subtle tone, which was supposed to have me feel guilty, which of course I was not ... I don't think I was, why should I have? Nevertheless, I got ready to unjustly explain to him, the clear difference in values between “him-baby”, and “she-baby”. However, he didn't give me time to even open mouth as he quickly asked me a question.
-So what's so great about bikes anyway? ...- he uttered in that heedless air, as he kept picking up and studying some of the tools in what I can only sense as feign interest -... what does it have that I don't? - He then concludes revolving his gaze towards me, waiting for my great reply.
-Well, to start with, it’s a “she” not a “it” ...- I immediately clarify, as he playfully rolls his eyes -... then ... it's the thrill baby, the adrenaline of living life on the edge … doing something risky ...- I try to explain with so much enthusiasm, as if trying to sell some sort of product, as he looks at me nodding in pretense comprehension -... but don't worry it’s not like you can understand, only a rider would … plus you always like to play it on the safe side so, it isn't something for you ...- I swiftly and resignedly add as I resume with her cleansing, and that was where I had signed my death sentence. I really should learn to think before I speak, since I already don't say much at all, I might as well at least try to say it right!
-Aaaw I am sorry you feel that way about this...- he began perfectly masking his fake tone with care and devotion - but right now … I am really interested ...- he declared, sounding … I don't know … it felt like a real mix of curiosity and challenge at the same time, and right then and there I should have known he was up to something - I know how important this is to you and I want to know… I want to feel, what “you feel” ...- he professed, walking towards me, and looking at her - may I? ...- he inquired, making sign of wanting to mount on her as I hesitantly nodded, raising up from my crouched posture, and with a diverted grin, he gracefully placed himself on her seat. He started to move slowly, up and down the leather seat, seemingly trying to look for a comfortable position, but it looked like he was actually grinding on it, which I tried to ignore, as I detached my eyes from his ass, and observed the rest of his movements, following his gaze, which was studying the front display, and grabbing the handles -can you show me how it works … please? ...- he then requested innocently smiling at me, as he patted the back of the seat. Gosh, I am so stupid and clueless at times …
I skeptically looked at him, trying to figure out exactly what he is up to, but he keeps displaying that absurdly cute smile of his, and I am immediately defeated before even trying. Not finding a way to fight back, and further continue my investigation, I erroneously resolved that teaching him a few things about bikes wasn't such a bad idea after all. Motorcycles are a passion of mine, so I guessed he might have simply wanted to be a part of it as well, which didn't sound bad at ...at the moment.
-So ...- I began with my explanation, sitting right behind him - first thing is to of course follow safety procedures and wear a helmet, and other protective gear, such as gloves, padded jackets and so on ...- I begin, as he readily hums in agreement -Good. Then … finding a comfortable position is also important, because it will affect your riding as well ...- I explain, and right then, he did something that should have been a clear tell-tell sign of what was to come. Bending forward to reach the handles, he moved his dear ass backwards, nonchalantly grinding against my crotch, which, I honestly don't know why, but I wasn't expecting that to happen, but obviously it did, and he did it so slowly and in such a calculated manner that it unavoidably kicked a start to the blood circulation in my body, which ran straight to a particular area around my crotch. That Kai ... innocent and clueless my ass.
-Okay … I think I am comfortable now ...- he exclaimed in excitement, as I simply hummed and lightly cleared my throat, still lingering in the sensation of his butt between my legs -so what next? How do I turn it on?- he questioned in evident excitement, and rush, as he slightly turned his head towards me.
-Easy baby … bikes are exciting and all, but are also very dangerous as well - I reply, as he turned around, to face me with the most adorable pout ever, he is fucking good at that, and flapping his eyelashes in plea -... Okay okay … here - I then state, bending over him, trying to reach the handles myself - The left handle … is the clutch, if you hold this, the bike will go nowhere … it’s like on null - I say, as I realize that I am literally speaking on his neck, and that his perfume is so intoxicating in a sensually awesome way, and ... that I am getting sidetracked, again -and … the right one is the engine, and also has the breaks as well-
-Okay … but how do I turn it on? I want to hear the engine … - he quickly inquires, sounding so much like an impatient kid, and I lightly chuckle
-Now, to start this baby up, all you have to do is press this switch down, and of course turn the ignition, with the keys ...- I calmly explain, as I reluctantly abandon Kai's back, to sit straight and bring out the keys from my pocket. Newly leaning forward, I inserted the keys, pressed the switch down and started the engine. Then holding both clutch and engine handle, I gassed it a bit, making it roar, but stay still at the same time.
-Aaah! - He excitedly shouted, as a satisfied grin appeared on my lips -I see ...... powerful and exciting indeed...- he then whispered, as I turned the bike off, and sat back up, feeling him move under me. He then placed his left foot on the ground, got off, just to then swiftly, and gracefully, get back on, this time facing me.
-So ...- he began, positively purring -let me see if I got this “straight” ...- he whispered, scooting closer to me, and putting particular emphasize on the word “straight”, which the mess of neurons in my head promptly caught on, in the lewd way it certainly was meant to be understood, as he almost hungrily stared down at my black tank-top, with a diverted grin, and soon after looked back up at me -but I am going to express it in my own “way” … like explaining math with apples and bananas … just to make sure that I got it right ...- he points out, gracefully passing both his hands down my chest, all the way to the rim of my jeans, where he playfully tugged on the belt-less loops. My brain, and groin, were jumbled up with a whole mix of random emotions in that precise instant, as I followed his hands, that I couldn't predict what was about to come for the life of me -... may I say it?...- he then inquired leaning forward to whisper in my ear, as I simply hum, staring at his receding figure, almost mesmerized, noticing for the first time his barely buttoned up red shirt, and the way his hair moved out of his eye so sexily at a mere flick of it with those already sinful digits.
-Alright then… you “baby”... are going to be the bike ...- he nothing but hissed on my lips, as I merely, almost dumbly, silently nodded in agreement, not noticing at all, the particular emphasis he placed on the word “baby” -... and I'll be the rider of course - he concluded grinning, quickly pecking me on my lips -So … first thing security ...- he whispers, as he carefully moves his hips side to side, as if checking the sturdiness of the bike -... looks steady enough to me ...- he happily states, confirming my assumption -... next … comfort ... right? - he inquires, with that “just trying to make sure” look, at which I simply nodded once more, and that … was the end of me -good … then let me take care of this for you ...- he provocatively whispered, tugging on the rim of my jeans - must feel “uncomfortably” tight in there … here ...- he continued in his whisper, slowly pulling down the zipper, with his utterly lustful gaze, fixed on my dazed one, as he playfully bit his lower lip while smiling.
-Then … the clutch and the engine … but I think I knew already where those were ...- he stated with an air of confidence, never once leaving my stare. Scooting up closer, he reached his left hand behind my head into my hair, as he bent into my ear and whispered - what I have to do now is, switch the button ...- he states, while his hand sneaked inside my underwear, making my lightly whimper, at the contact with my hardening flesh - … and turn on the ignition? ...- he innocently inquired, as he so skillfully, and painfully slow, began to pump my already half-hard erection, turning my brain into a mere conglomerate of useless muscles, and making me lowly groan in pleasure, as I can now only spot blurry images of whatever is in front of me through half lidded eyes -... nhhh … the engine sounds good, doesn't it? ...- he questioned in a whispers, on my neck as he commenced to lightly bite, and suck on it, while soothingly massaging his digits on my scalp with one hand, and increasing the speed of his pumps with the other. At this point, I am already done and gone, practically a puppet in his hands, and doing what a toy would never do, I make the mistake of trying to reach for his body, which I was now craving to touch more than anything else.
-Uh uh ...- he warned, abandoning my erection, as I loudly whined at the loss, with widened eyes. Raising from my neck, he faced me and shook his index finger in front of my distressed expression -... now ... I may not be an expert, but … bikes don't have hands … do they now … “baby”?- he observed, with the most mischievous of grins, and newly emphasizing that “baby” in his sentence, which I had then quickly caught on, as I pouted at him, trying my best to make the most endearing pleading expression, but I apparently suck at that, because he wasn’t affected a single bit, as he simply chuckled, and gently grabbed my chin, lightly biting my lower lip, and then slowly pulling away to whisper on it -just be a good bike “baby” … unless I'll press the clutch … and leave you here in the garage, to ride yourself ...- he grinned, and my hands dropped down, very reluctantly, and with a fierce glare in my eyes, but nevertheless, went down; bikes can't ride themselves, right? -Good ...- he hissed, this time quickly kissing me, as he replaced his hand on my already roaring hot motor.
Jekyll-sama-Kai, as I like to call this particular mode, my lovely drummer is currently on, doesn't appear that often. I am usually the man in control during our lustful business, but when Jekyll-sama-Kai shows up, meaning that he is really … excessively … horny, I kind of like ... become hypnotized, under his complete control, and we switch roles, as I become the masochistic one, and it doesn't quite make sense to me either, but I love it oh so much; probably, cause after all is said and done, I'm still the one topping.
- So ..next … - he nonchalantly continued, scooting away from, and slowly unbuttoning his own pants, and pulling them down just a bit with his underwear, as he carefully leaned on the front with his bare ass on the seat, placed one arm on the handle to keep balance, and skillfully pulled his legs around my waist -... is to get mentally “prepared” for the danger ahead ...- he confirmed so damn obviously emphasizing the word “prepared”. Then, performing the sluttiest of expressions, he nudged me forward with his clamped legs, and extended two of his fingers towards me. Knowing exactly what he meant, I didn't hesitate for a single second, and scooting from the passenger to the other half of the rider’s seat, I enclosed his fingers in my mouth, and coated them with as much saliva as I could. Feeling the fingers pull out of my mouth, I leaned slightly backwards, and observed him in a complete daze, as he placed one finger to his entrance, and inserted it through his tight muscle ring; so hard to watch and not touch ... so fucking hard. His head slowly leaned backwards, his lips slightly parted, and hissing as he inserted his second finger, at which the sound of his delicious moan filled my ears as he so skillfully finger-fucked himself; I could have cum right then and there.
Forcing his head upwards, he fixed his gaze on me, staring through half-lidded eyes like he was terribly hungry, and I was some exquisite piece of meat.
-Last … once psychologically ready ...- he then almost panted, cautiously moving back close to me, he then hissed on my lips - we can finally … ride the bike ...- he continued in his rather detailed explanation, as he placed both his hands on my shoulder, and hoisted himself up, positioning his ass right above my erection, which was, in itself, a bit of a task, considering he still had his pants on, but he managed, and once he felt the tip, he basically dropped himself down it, our mouths professing the occasional appropriate curse words, as we both loudly half moaned and screamed. Him, in a mixture of apparent delight and pain, me, in so much pleasure and fucking shock, staring at him with eyes wide open -... okay “baby” ...- he then panted -... let's take you for a ride ...- he concluded, seizing my lips, and diving his tongue in it, as he began a slow rocking back and forth of his hips.
And that he did, rode me like pro, carefully enough not to get us both off the bike, but also skillfully enough to know exactly how to work it without removing any of the unbearable pleasure I was feeling at the time. I groaned, moaned, and other sexual sounds that may have not yet been classified, all so loudly and desperately, the fact that I couldn't touch him, or reply in any way, was slowly taking its toll as well -Yutaka? ...- I lowly panted, as he newly hoisted himself on my shoulder, and cautiously began to impale himself on my throbbing erection, moaning so scandalously loud, and obscene, that my words got caught in my throat for a little longer -... baby? ...- I tried once more, lifting my head, which was resting on his moving body.
Stopping in his impaling actions, he relaxed his well trained drummer arms over my shoulders looking at me in curiosity, as he resumed riding with my cock firmly sheathed in him -Y...yes...?.- He panted and purred, showering my face with kisses never, ever, stopping his rocking hips … I was about to explode.
-Please ...I beg of you ...- I strenuously panted out, as I tried to do something I wasn't used to; yeah begging wasn't my forte at all -... please … let me touch you ... - I pleaded the best I could, at which he smirked while grasping my lips with his once more, and passing his hands down my bare arms, he guided them around his waist, basically giving me the go, which was all I needed. If there ever was such a thing as hand-raping; that I did. My fingers desperately touched every part of his still clad in red shirt body, passing beneath it, rubbing nipples and such, more. My mouth wasn't the least bit stationary. I don't know how many hickies I gave him, but a scarf was absolutely in order for a while … buttoned up shirts as well.
-Alright baby ...- he then panted, pulling my head away from his chest -... it's time to see just how far and fast this “baby” can go … hold on tight - he hissed, newly hoisting himself on my shoulder, almost mimicking the gesture of a rider gassing his bike pedal, and without any warning he quickly moved up and down my length -aaah ...aaah ..ahh... gosh ...- he exclaimed, as I simply wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning on his chest -nhhh … so fucking good .. baby ...aaaa ...I am about ...- he ground out, as I grabbed his as well throbbing cock, and pumped it at the speed of his movements, and soon after, he both reached the maximum speed so to say. Me cumming inside him, and him in my hands. -... ran out of gas uh? ...- he jokingly stated, as we both lightly laughed, while he rested his forehead on my shoulder, visibly panting, and all drenched in sweat. He turned his head around, pecking my neck and then whispered in my ear -... so? … - he inquired -... is this what you feel when ever you driver “her”?-
-Far from it baby ...- I honestly and quickly replied. I probably had the best sex a man could ever wish for, with the person of their dreams, on the motor of their dreams, I could have died, with absolutely no regrets -so damn far from it, this, was unbelievably amazing - I replied as he lightly chuckled
-... Good answer “baby”- he confirmed, pecking my lips once more. Pulling away from my limp manhood, and scooting backwards, he managed to pull up, button his pants, and got off the bike -... well … living on the edge … wasn't bad after all, in fact, I will have to remind myself to tell Ruki that you can definitely “die at abnormal speed”- he chuckled, as I shook my head with a smirk, rolling my eyes -and … you make a good bike baby ...in fact- he resumed, as I zipped up my pants, and got off her -... you'll always be my favorite ride ...- he whispered, placing his hands on the leather seat, and leaning forwards to kiss me, who was standing on the other side, and gladly leaned forward as well to participate in the affectionate gesture.
He then looked down on the seat, seeming a little apologetic; Jekyll-sama-Kai, was definitely gone -so any special cleaning … disinfectant … for the seat?- he inquired with a grin.
-.mmmm …- I loudly hummed in wonder, as I observe our sinful spot -... new seat? ...- I finally propose, in a wondering tone, as we stared at each other for a second or two, then stared at the seat once more, and as if momentarily sharing one brain, we both looked at each other and stated at the same time -...Yeah …-.
Well, at the end of the day, after all is said and done, and even beforehand, I love my she-baby. But I love my him-baby more.