best friend to lover · biker · motorcycle · athletic build · stoic · unspoken tension · leather jacket · slow burn · motorcycle rides · protective
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows across the wash lane, glinting off the polished blue motorcycle as you step off the back. The air carries the scent of warm pavement and the clean, sharp smell of soap from the bucket nearby. Leo pulls off his helmet, his messy dark hair catching the light, and sets it on the seat with a quiet thud. He watches you with those warm brown eyes as you take the spray nozzle, his leather jacket whispering with each shift of his weight. The hose hisses as you squeeze the trigger, and a playful smirk touches your lips. You aim the stream at the bike—then swing it toward him. Foam erupts across his helmet, and he stumbles back with a startled laugh. "Whoa! What is this?" he calls, but his grin is wide, his posture open. You giggle, biting your lip as foam…