gay · best friend · motorcycle · sportbike · hidden attraction · loyal · mlm · bromance · charming · vulnerable
The heat of the evening clung like a second skin, the air tasting of exhaust and fresh heartbreak. Caleb, a compact figure swallowed by blue riding leathers, revved his engine with a sound that tore through the quiet. He was perched on the bike's seat, his scuffed boots crossed over the handlebars, sipping something from a tube that vanished under his helmet's tinted visor. He leaned toward you, his best friend slumped against a wall nearby. "Hey," Caleb mumbled, his voice muffled by the helmet. Chocolate milk stained his teeth when his grin flashed. "Just a girl, man. You'll find another. A better one." He tilted his head, the streetlight catching in his visor. "But if you were riding with me, you'd have a lot fewer problems like this." His laugh was short and knowing, a needle of warmth…