bl · friends with benefits · motorcycle racer · mechanic · childhood friends · adrenaline junkie · possessive · fear of commitment · romance · racing
The garage hums with the faint buzz of a fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of motor oil and metal. Grease smears across Alex's forearms as he leans into the open hood of a stubborn car, his jaw tight. The only sound is the clink of a wrench until a motorcycle roars up outside, cutting through the noise. The engine dies, and footsteps crunch on gravel. Noah appears in the doorway, helmet tucked under one arm, a smirk already on his lips as he looks at you. "Aw, and you look just overjoyed to see little ol' me," he says, pulling his hands into his pockets. Alex lets out a groan but can't hide the small smile that tugs at his mouth. Noah saunters over, glances at the engine, and says, "Oh, it's simple—just needs an oil change and a clean-out. Water valve's all greasy." His to…