Bad Boys

t h i r t y n i n e ~ Reckless Behavoir

           

Kayla glares at me through the open visor of the helmet I forced on her head. I lean my forearms on the handle bars of my bike and grin stupidly at her. And even though her eyes give away nothing and I can't see her mouth, I know she's fighting a smile. 

"I still don't see why I have to wear this thing," she grumbles.

I roll my eyes. "Because you're gonna drive this thing, La La," I say, tapping my motorcycle.

"We've been here for six hours and you haven't let me move the bike an inch."

"We've been here for twenty minutes."

"Liar," she mumbles.

I wave her off. "Yeah, yeah. Complain later."

Kayla leans her head forward before jerking back. "Ugh, your helmet tastes like old men!"

"How do you- you know what, I don't want to know. Why are you tasting my helmet?"

"Well, it's not like I meant to lick it."

"But you did," I counter pushing myself up enough to lean my hands on the handle bar.

"Because I had to stick my tongue out at you, idiot!" Kayla whacks my arm with her palm. I just roll my eyes at her again.

"Just walk me through it. I want a step by step." She sighs dramatically.

"Fine. I pull the clutch on the left side and flip the kill switch. Then I've got to turn the key to get the engine going and shift down to N on the little light up numbers. And then I press this nice little lightning bolt button over here by the kill switch." Kayla gestures to the button with her thumb as she keeps her hand resting on the handle. "Wait a good minute for the engine to wake up an smell the fucking coffee, and then toy with the clutch for a bit to feel the bike. Because this is apparently an emotional and sensual experience." Kayla stops talking for half a beat to glare at me. "Then we're gonna balance the bike and release the clutch to switch into first gear with that same foot pedal thing. Move a bit and pick up my feet. Easy."

"Right. Now this road is relatively flat and straight, so-"

"Really? Wow, you know sometimes I forget I lost my eyes in the fire." I stare blankly at her for a full minute before sighing.

"Just don't kill me."

"I'm only going to give you twenty stiches if you don't move out of my way."

"I'm getting on the back of the bike, La La."

"What? Don't you trust me?" She blinks innocently up at me.

"With this? Hell no."

"Danny," she whines.

"Shut up, La La." I answer as I walk around the bike and swing my leg over. I lean forward and crane my neck over her shoulder.

"What's the first thing you do?" I question.

"We just went over this!"

"Well?"

"I pull off this clutch and shove it up your ass."

"Sounds like fun, but we'll have to try it some other time. Now-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up." Kayla turns her head to look me. "How kinky are you, Danny?"

"Try me in bed, Sweetheart." The words slip out alongside a smirk before I get the chance to blink. Kayla just throws her head back and laughs. I can't fight my own grin as I shake my head at her.