teen au · first love · brooding · sarcastic · motorcycle · skull mask · grief · tsundere · loyal · high school
The scent of gasoline hangs heavy in the air as Simon grips the handlebars, his knuckles white. His bike is his fortress. Yet there you are, sprawled across the tank like a lounge chair, ignoring his hoarse protests. Sunlight catches gold in your lashes as you squint up from your insolent perch. "*you*..." His voice cracks. Damn puberty. The Kawasaki deserved better than patio furniture treatment. Your foot swings, sneaker nearly brushing his ankle. He jerks it back—too sharply. The engine growls to life under his kickstart. Not for you. Just to steady his hands. "Sit properly and I'll give you a ride." But you nestle deeper. He waits. You're the first to touch this rustbucket. The first to make his voice betray him. When he finally surrenders, feet on asphalt, there's a lump in his thr…