KPOP Ships (boyxboy)

Biker: Minho x Jisung (SKZ)

Summary: Minho, Jisung's boyfriend, gives him ride back home in his motorcycle.

Contains cursing, and slight smut. Please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistakes I may have missed.

Type: Fluff and Spice
Word Count: 1232

Jisung walked down the block, holding his bag as he walked with his head down, not caring about his surroundings as he stared down at the sidewalk.

The night was calm, still, as the warm night air wrapped around him. His hair was messy from work, his body tired, and all he wanted was a drink. Being upset with his boyfriend, he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up as he took a puff, continuing his steps as he blew the smoke into the air.

His pants were ripped as he wore a white cropped tank top, showing his honey skin laced with a think layer of sweat as he walked back home. His lip piercing sat nicely on his bottom lip as he played with it with his teeth, toying with it as he felt the smoke give him a small buzz.

His eyeliner was somewhat smudged as his mascara was beginning to drip down his cheeks as the heat and humidity was beginning to get to him. His throat was dry as he sighed to himself, wondering what his boyfriend, Minho, was up to.

Usually Minho gave him rides home, but today, Jisung told him to not even bother coming to get him. Normally Minho never listens to Jisung, but today Jisung was quite surprised to see that Minho didn't bother to pick him up from work.

Jisung could hear a faint rumbling behind him, the smell of gasoline filling his nose as he turned his head to look behind him. To his surprise, his boyfriend was right behind him, sitting on his motorcycle as he pulled over, stopping right by Jisung as Jisung stopped, taking a look at him as his heart began to race.

Minho took off his helmet, shaking his hair as he looked up at Jisung, his eyes dark and gloomy as he got off his bike.

"I thought I told you..." Jisung went to speak, but was cut off by Minho's words.

"Be quiet for once" he growled, ushering for Jisung to come towards him, watching as Jisung refused to move, taking a puff from his cigarette before dropping it.

Stepping on it, Minho continued watching him, the way his skin was showing and his jeans sat low enough for Minho to see his v-line and his Calvin Klein boxers. Jisung sighed, knowing he should just get on, or else Minho would follow him all the way, annoying him with apologies or saying how "their kids", the cats, missed him.

"Fine, but don't try touching me" Jisung grumbled, still annoyed with how Minho acted earlier today.

This morning, Minho snapped at Jisung, telling him that he should quit his job as a bartender at a gay bar because guys kept hitting on Jisung. Jisung kept telling Minho not to worry, reminding him that he only had eyes for him, but Minho didn't drop it.

Therefore Jisung walked out of the house, heading to work early, wanting to get away for a bit and make good tips to help support himself, and hell, Minho as well. Minho worked as well, and made more than Jisung, but Jisung still wanted to work.

However, Minho liked the idea of just him working, being able to spoil Jisung with his money, but after thinking about it, he needed to respect Jisung's decision on wanting to work. And he also needed to respect his decision if he wanted to keep this relationship going, as hell, he couldn't risk losing Jisung.

Minho got off his bike, taking off his helmet and his jacket. Jisung stepped forward, wanting to insist that he didn't need the gear, but Minho always put Jisung's safety before his. Jisung watched the way Minho moved, putting the helmet on him before slipping his jacket on Jisung, zipping it up incase they crashed.

Minho got on first, looking back as Jisung got on behind him, wrapping his arms around Minho's waist before Minho started the bike up. Minho looked back at him, speaking loudly as he wanted to make sure Jisung remembered the rules.

Jisung gave him a small nod, knowing that one tap to Minho's thigh meant to speed up, two means slow down, and three means stop the bike. Minho gave him a nod of assurance, asking if he was ready, watching as Jisung gave him a small thumbs up.

"Are you still mad at me?" Minho asked, not able to help himself as it's been on his mind all day; and the last thing he wanted was to be distracted while driving, especially with Jisung now with him.

"No, I'm not. I forgave you after you texted me 23 apologies" Jisung whispered, giving Minho's thigh a soft squeeze, just wanting them to go home and have things go back to how they were before.

Minho took a sigh of relief, beginning to drive as Jisung held on tight, closing his eyes as he felt relaxed. Even with the helmet on, he could still smell Minho's musky scent of pine and cigarette smoke, somehow making him relax as he felt the wind blow against his skin.

He could hear other cars around them, feeling Minho fly past them, but Jisung, Jisung was never scared. He hated motorcycles when he was younger, the thought of being on one made him feel sick. But when he met Minho, he wasn't afraid. He trusted Minho with his life, and he knew Minho wouldn't toy with it.

Jisung gave Minho's thigh a small tap, wanting him to speed up, as the speed made him feel alive somehow, as crazy as it sounded. Minho looked back, nodding slightly as he sped up, taking them home as Jisung was on cloud nine.

Jisung wanted him somehow. Even though they've only been apart for 12 hours, Jisung craved for Minho. He wanted to feel his skin, feel him run his hands down his back. Jisung couldn't help himself as he moved his hand onto Minho's clothed crotch, giving it a small squeeze, hinting at what he wanted to do when they get home.

Minho felt the heat rush through his body feeling Jisung's hand there, his body immediately becoming hot as he felt himself become hard under his jeans. Jisung retreated his hand rather quickly, putting his hand back on Minho's thigh as Minho got them home.

Pulling into the driveway, Minho was quick to park the bike, getting off as he turned towards Jisung, taking off his helmet before grabbing the back of his hair, pulling his head back as he watched Jisung smirk up at him.

Minho couldn't help but chuckle, watching Jisung take off the jacket, throwing it on the ground before Minho closed the gab, his lips hovering over Jisung's, feeling the heat from his mouth as he spoke.

"You're gonna get it" Minho whispered, his hands trailing down to Jisung's ass, squeezing it slightly as Jisung gasped against his lips, beginning to kiss Minho; tasting the smoke from each others lips as Jisung pulled away, beginning to unzip Minho's pants, watching as Minho kept staring at his lips.

"Then give it to me~."