boy toys | femdom

✰ | part 1 ;

I rest one hand on the handle of the motorcycle, rubbing my thumb against the textured grip. Frankly, Slater was planning on taking Leon out for a lap or two to practice riding-leaving me at home because mine was in the repair shop. First of all, unfair, second of all, what's going to stop me from taking off on his bike right now?

I reach for the other handle, but my knuckles bump into someone's wrist. Gloved and adorned with a racing jacket, Slater towered above me with his helmet on, the visor cutting off all view of his expression. His fingers rested on the kill switch, ready to instantly deny any of my rash decisions. "I told you, sweetheart," I let go, his figure basically crowding me against the bike. "Don't even think about riding if you don't have gear on."

I sigh, before rolling my eyes. Leon approaches, pulling on his gloves and securing the Velcro. "What's up with the visors?" I say, pushing my thumbs against the base of the tinted pane. I push them up, Slater's dark eyes closing briefly for a moment, his pupils visibly shrinking in the light.

"To get used to it. Slater told me that it's sunny, so I have to get used to it for a little before we go." Leon leans against his sports bike, looking up at the sun. Slater shuts his visor with a flick of his finger, his chilly bad-boy aura ever-present.

"Is it working?"

"I hope so," Leon says, puffing out a breath. The sun was beaming down on us, which made their dark attire look absolutely dreadful to be in. But god, they looked good. Nearly completely covered, the rippling leather on their bodies clinging tightly to their skin. Screw safety, this was like a five-star meal for the eyes. Tattoos peeked out of Slater's jacket, the ink telling stories on his skin. Leon's gear extended up his neck, which made the way any sort of skin revealed a drool-worthy treat.

And who was I kidding? I definitely have a thing for motorcyclists.

"Let me ride with you." I nudge Slater in the ribs, my reflection staring back at me in his helmet.

"No. You don't even have your helmet on." I huff, pressing my lips together.

"What if Leon didn't have one on? Hm?" I say, teasing him. Slater plants a hand on my shoulder, pushing me away from his bike like a guiding force. I let out a small noise of offense, digging my heels into the ground. He's trying to cut me out of this little date between the two of them--it's not fair!

"I told him that if I were to see him without his helmet on, Princess, I would beat him half to death." Hm. I cross my arms. Leon nods in confirmation.

"What if he's stranded? And lost and alone with just his bike and no helmet?"

"I would tell him to call me and I'll pick him up." I stare at him. A second passes. Then another. Goddamn it.

"Fuck, you are so... cool," I grumble, taking a step back and relenting. How is he so nonchalant and unbothered and god, he always wins for some reason. He gives me a look, even through his helmet, his body language speaking for him.

"Isn't Margo and Dyllon coming over in a little?" I blink, before nodding at Leon's words. Oh, wait, there was a change of plans.

"Margo can't make it actually. She has a conference, I think, but it's not like she's missing much." Leon nods slowly, before pausing. Slater gets on the motorcycle, leaning back slightly as he sits. Leon doesn't follow him, instead, his fingers thrum against his bike. On one hand, once, from pinky to pointer finger. I've never seen that before.

Slater hasn't either. I know it from the way his attention is on the other male, watching, and observing the reaction. "You'll be alone with him?" I nodded, suddenly feeling a bit... like I was on the defensive. What's up with this reaction? I see his helmet tip upward slightly, indicating that his eyes weren't on me. They weren't on us, actually.