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If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was Friday nights at ten. It prevented him from slinking into the weekend with careless ease, forcing him to drive miles out of his way to a place he never wanted to be in the first place. Especially now, when the memory of what had happened was still fresh. Still hurt. People like him did not mourn. They did not weep. Never mind he felt worse than he had in months, even as he put on a straight face as he set the kickstand in place. He used to park his bike off to the left. Now he had his own spot.
The smell of beer and sweat greeted him when he pulled opened the door. Fellow gang members raised their bottles as he passed. A couple grunted out a how ya doin? But stayed quiet for the most part. A beer was pushed into his hand, and he took a spot at his usual table. It was near the back with a slightly higher chair. Anyone with half a brain would know he was the one in charge. It would take considerably more knowledge to realize he didn’t want to be in charge. He’d spent years perfecting his poker face. The only time he changed his expression was when someone challenged him, but a single sneer was all it took to get someone to back down.
Tonight would be-hopefully-lowkey. Sometimes the bar got crowded with the member’s various girlfriends, and the inevitable fight over said girlfriends would ensue. In the past their hangouts were filled with raucous laughter, still tinged with the ever-present violence but in a way that felt more natural. As if everyone spent their weekends terriozing individuals and beating them within their deaths. Now, though, he sensed no one had it in them to fight. The one thing that made it fun was gone.
Or so he thought. He heard the door squeak open, and a man walked in. This would be a normal occurrence, had the man not been wearing a long sleeve blue t-shirt and khakis. Christ, he couldn’t have stood out more if he tried. But to the stranger’s credit, his hands didn’t shake when he noticed a barroom full of gangsters outright staring at him. Curiosity took over for the moment, but one wrong move and the place would brim with hostility.
“Excuse me!” the man boomed at the front, as if he didn’t already have everyone’s attention. “My car has broken down. I think I may need some assistance getting it jumpstarted.”
“What kind of car is it?” One of Mondo’s guys asked. From the look on his face he was beyond amused.
“It is a silver Honda Civic!” The man seemed to want to add something but the entire bar broke out in laughter. Mondo couldn’t help but smirk. It was the closest he’d come to something resembling humor in a while. Now, the stranger looked confused. Did he not see the line of bikes surrounding the place? No one would be caught dead driving a car-much less a civic-here.
“Really, all I need are the cables! I have some money…I can pay you for your time?” More laughter. One of the guys turned to Mondo, gesturing to the stranger with his beer.
“Whaddya say, Oowada? Should we help a fella out?” A grin turned to something more sinister, light flickering in his eyes. “He says he’s going to pay us for our time.”
Mondo stood up suddenly. His chair squealed in protest, the sound making the room fall silent. His face reddened and he grabbed the man by the front of his jacket, seething. “The fuck are you implying?” Spit flew out of his mouth, hitting the gangster in the eye. “Answer me!”
Now, the gangster squirmed. He was sort of a newbie, not yet keen to the unspoken rules in the gang. One of the biggest ones was to never speak of the clear observation that out of all the women brought into this bar, Mondo never brought his own. The man swallowed thickly, the tips of his shoes just grazing the floor as Mondo raised him up. “Nothing. Nothing I didn’t mean anything, man. Honest. Just fucking around. Come on.” His voice wavered with each sentence, and Mondo threw him on the concrete floor, stepping over his body as the man groaned in agony. Now, the stranger wised up to what was happening, and felt for the door as Mondo approached him. As he turned the knob and stumbled outside Mondo followed, watching as the smaller man ran to his car and locked himself inside. A couple men jostled in the bar, trying to see what was happening, but Mondo sent them inside with a single look. The stranger jammed his key into the ignition, but was only met with the coughing of the engine. Panic seized the man’s form as he kept trying, pressing the gas, pressing the brake. He couldn’t escape, no matter how hard he tried. By now Mondo was at the car window. Just looking. Hands in his pockets. To his surprise, the man started bawling.
At first the sound was muffled, but the sobs increased in volume so much Mondo wondered if the man could even breathe. The smaller man got out of the car, literally throwing himself at Mondo’s feet. His cries echoed in the open air, sounding tortured even though the gang leader had yet to lift a finger. God, was he that fucking scary? It should’ve been a compliment, but it left him sick. The stranger gripped his shoes, and Mondo internally startled at the man’s shocking red eyes.
“Jesus, what the fuck-“
“Please don’t hurt me!” The man interrupted, collapsing into more tears. “I hate the highway so I followed the map from my phone. I didn’t know this was where crime happened. I won’t tell anyone!”
Briefly, Mondo wondered if this was a setup. Did the man have a hidden camera? Was he so skilled at looking helpless he knew everyone would believe him? But most of the time rats still had a sense of dignity. No one in their right mind would collapse at a gang leader’s feet unless they were completely fucked.
He sighed. “Get up.”
The man sniffled. “What?”
“Get up!” Mondo yelled before immediately regretting it. The man stumbled up, having the gall to place a hand on the gang leader’s shoulder for balance. His dusty palms left a smear on the gold lettering and Mondo elbowed him back. “And don’t fucking touch me.” Pause. They looked at each other. “You are dumb as fuck for stopping here.”
“I didn’t have a ch-“
“Bullshit. You have a cell phone. You would’ve fared better stopping in the middle of the road.” Out of habit Mondo reached up to mess with his pomp before remembering he’d pulled his hair back today. “Walking into a place like this, wanting help, can get you killed. Understand?” The man nodded. “However, you caught us on an off night, so none of the guys are really itchin to do major damage.” This was a lie. If Mondo said the word, they’d tear this guy apart. The thought struck him. This man’s survival completely relied on him.
“Now, I’m gonna be honest. I can’t help you. No one here has a jumper cable. Your best bet is to call someone.”
The man’s thick brows furrowed. “I don’t have anyone to call.” He said it so matter of factly Mondo believed him. And surprisingly, a faint feeling one would call sympathy fluttered in his core. Despite being in charge of several rough guys that would do anything he said, Mondo knew he would probably not call any of them in case of an emergency. Unless it was a “time to beat someone up” emergency. When the accident happened, he stayed in the hospital alone. Partly because he knew they would fuck shit up, partly because he didn’t want them to see him cry. He looked back at the man, who shrunk a bit under his gaze.
“What’s your name?” he said finally. Red eyes widened, then darted away.
“Kiyotaka. Kiyotaka Ishimaru.”
…
Several minutes later, Kiyotaka’s arms were latched tightly around Mondo’s waist. Out of all the various ways his Friday nights ended, this was not an expected occurrence. The hardest part was convincing the gang he was leaving for very manly reasons. Showing even an ounce of humanity for someone outside the regular circle would make rumors spread like wildfire. Even the most macho of gang members enjoyed a bit of gossip. In the end, he lied and said that he was going to get the car fixed simply to prevent attention being drawn to their hideout. The Diamonds kept their bikes parked in the dark part of the building, and all of the windows were shuttered. A silver car-fuckin Honda-would, God forbid, make their place look like it accepted visitors. As expected, the gang did not question this decision, though a couple exchanged glances. On his way out he heard one of them whisper, think the boss is getting his fair share after this? And had to fight to not visibly react.
Now, he and Kiyotaka were on the open road. The smaller man was very nervous to get on the bike, asking thirty thousand questions about the vehicle’s safety. When he finally got on, he asked Mondo for a helmet. It took a lot of willpower to not kick his ass. After a half hour, he pulled into a convenience store that looked just as seedy as the Diamond’s bar. He dismounted the bike smoothly, trying not to laugh at the way Kiyotaka tripped when he tried to do the same. To add to his-admittedly rare-luck, the cashier had a sister that was dating a Diamond, and was very eager to please the leader. Or maybe he was just scared. He agreed to follow them back in his truck and would jumpstart the car. When Kiyotaka pulled out his wallet to offer cash the man jumped back as if he’d been burned. No one wanted to be in debt to a Diamond, or anyone associated with one.
They headed back, and to Mondo’s surprise almost everyone was gone, save for one member smoking a cigarette outside the bar. He lifted his chin, watching with mild interest. When they got closer he playfully punched Mondo on the shoulder, grinning.
“Slow night, boss. They want to go home. See their ladies.” After a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, he crushed his cigarette. “I’ll let you lock up. See ya around.” He watched the guy jump on his bike and speed off, turning right in front of a car passing by. When the driver honked, he revved his motor, shooting them the finger. These idiots learned nothing after Daiya. Who can blame them? They’re following their leader. Not wanting to entertain this thought, Mondo turned his attention to Kiyotaka. The smaller man was leaning in his car to attach the cable to the battery. At this angle Mondo couldn’t help but notice the way his ass overfilled those stupid khakis. He certainly wasn’t buying, but he could admire the merchandise. The roar of the engine startled him, and he saw Kiyotaka grinning at the clerk.
“Let it sit for a half hour then you’re good to go.” The clerk shouted. He waved at Mondo then drove off. It was clear he didn’t want to wait around the hangout. Kiyotaka, on the other hand, walked back into the bar, as if he was perfectly comfortable. Stunned at the balls of such an act, Mondo followed.
Of course, the place was in disarray. Beer bottles littered the tables, and chairs were knocked over. With every end to the meeting there were mini scuffles that solved themselves in seconds. Daiya always joked the guys never grew up past middle school. Mondo smiled at the memory. As he basked in the nostalgia Kiyotaka walked out of the bathroom. His expression looked like that of someone who had witnessed the horrors of war.
“Erm, you’re out of paper towels. And-I think the toilet…er…all of the toilets are broken?” He paused, taking in his surroundings. Mondo laughed.
“No one’s gone in the bathroom in years. Most of the guys just take a piss in the bushes outside.” Kiyotaka looked so bewildered Mondo felt a rush of embarrassment. “It’s better than that bathroom.” Silence. “Do you want a beer?”
“Bottled water, please. Do you have trash bags?” Kiyotaka began plucking bottles off the table. Mondo panicked before grabbing a box their alcohol came in. The smaller man hummed in disapproval but dropped the bottles in. After that, he fixed all of the chairs. When he started adjusting the various pictures on the wall Mondo pushed him into a seat and gave him some water. He pretended to not notice the way Kiyotaka’s throat moved when he took a big sip. Being near a guy that wasn’t from the gang must’ve been screwing with his emotions. Honestly, he hadn’t gone anywhere but here and his house lately. Seeing Kiyotaka was starting to remind him of the kind of people that exist beyond his immediate bubble. Trusting. Helpful. Not likely to kick your ass. Maybe he could take a walk. Meet someone.
“You know, this man looks awfully familiar.”
Mondo was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Kiyotaka had gotten up and was looking at the pictures. It was the one of he and Daiya posing in front of Mondo’s new bike. They were wearing their matching white coats with flawless golden stitching. On that day their engines purred, their jackets glowed…Mondo was convinced nothing would ever top that moment. He especially believed it now. He got up to join Kiyotaka. His lower lip twitched as he saw his brother, but he hid it by taking a swig of beer.
“Familiar how?” he finally croaked out.
“In the newspaper there was this horrible accident. I remember the paper mentioned over and over how it was gang related.” Kiyotaka’s face pinched. “As if it’s not worth mourning because of that.” He turned to Mondo, seeming to analyze him before turning back to the picture. “So you knew him. Were you close?”
“Sure fuckin hope so. He was my brother.”
Kiyotaka whipped his head around. His eyes seemed to do a full body scan of Mondo, as if he couldn’t possibly believe it. Then his face softened and, after a moment’s hesitation, he patted the gang leader’s shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but felt so heartfelt after his many months-years-with little to no affection. His breath hitched as their eyes met, and a brief wave of something passed between them, enough to color both men’s cheeks. For the first time in his life Mondo didn’t want to shy away from this act of affection, no matter how minimal. He remembered the moment earlier, the sneer of the member’s face as he implied Kiyotaka was theirs for the taking. Had he heard? If Mondo acted on the impulse flooding through the veins, and Kiyotaka went with it, would it be out of fear or lust? It was too risky. He’d showed a slice of humanity to someone and was given some in return. Taking it back for a few blissful moments wouldn’t be worth it.
Taking a few steps back, he was suddenly stopped. Kiyotaka was grasping his wrist, face nearing the shade of his eyes. Another wave, stronger this time. He blindly tried to put his beer on the bar behind him, only for the bottle to slip from his grasp and shatter on the floor. In the seconds of loud noise the smaller man rushed forward and pressed his lips against Mondo’s. It was rough enough to push the gang leader into the bar, glass crunching underfoot. Now he understood that the desire was settling in the both of them. As quickly as he started, Kiyotaka pulled back.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first.”
“It’s fine.” Mondo spoke so fast his lips could barely keep up. “Whatever you want is fine.”
“I owe you, right?” Kiyotaka whispered. Mondo shook his head violently.
“No, don’t do this if you think you have to repay me. That guy was a dickhead.” Anger fought with the arousal in his blood. “A real Diamond wouldn’t-” He caught himself, but Kiyotaka’s eyes flickered with understanding. “Look, some of the guys just have a screwed handle of morals and shit. Ever since Daiya…” Without thinking his eyes fell back to the picture. “I can’t control them like he did. Sure I can yell and beat em up, but the respect isn’t the same. At the end of the day, they’re still going to say and do fucked up shit.” When he looked back at the Kiyotaka he was nodding, though his brows wrinkled slightly. “Sorry, I’m ramblin’. We can do whatever you want, is what I’m tryin’ to say. But only if you want to.”
Red eyes rekindled their lustful gaze. “I want to.”
Damn. Their lips reconnected. Without thinking Mondo spun Kiyotaka so he was the one against the bar. The arch of the smaller’s man back fit perfectly against the sturdy wood, allowing him to lean back and give Mondo more access. When was the last time Mondo slept with someone? He’d had the occasional hookup but this. This felt like something more. He’d known Kiyotaka for mere hours and already his body was heating up, demanding to get to the finish line before they’d even started. He snuck his hands under Kiyotaka’s shirt, using his shock to sneak to his neck and take a small bite. Kiyotaka moaned appreciatively.
“Leave a mark.” He gasped as sharp canines found their way under his jaw. “Do it, Mondo.” Shit, how could he refuse? He bit down, sucking harshly. Kiyotaka’s skin was hotter than sin, darkening under his attention. With every gasp Mondo felt his cock thicken, and he gave in to the magnetic pull of the others hips. He sighed as he grinded onto Kiyotaka. Hands grabbed onto his coat and pulled him closer, intensifying the sensation from their borderline dry humping. As they sped up, he lost contact with Kiyotaka’s neck, but made up for it by latching onto that pale ear and biting hard enough for it to bleed. A sharp cry sounded from Kiyotaka, and before Mondo could think he crossed the line he was yanked down. Kiyotaka’s back bent so his top half was completely on the bar, Mondo on top of him. His muscles were screaming with the position but he welcomed the pain. He was so engrossed in reconnecting their hips he didn’t notice Kiyotaka was speaking.
“Anything? Mondo?”
“Fuck are you talking about?” God, his voice was already raspy. Sweat dripped from his skin and made his tank stick to him.
“Lube!” Kiyotaka breathed out as Mondo gave another successful grind. “Please.”
Shit. Still attached to Kiyotaka’s neck, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, as if a bottle of lube would magically appear in his peripheral vision. Regretfully, he pulled away and moved to the other side of the bar. Right as he was going to give up his eyes caught on a hint of blue behind a couple bottles. Condoms. And behind it, half a bottle of lube. Mondo knew if he thought about why this was there for more than a couple seconds he might snap out of his haze. Something told him he and Kiyotaka weren’t the first ones to fuck at the bar. He returned, and Kiyotaka’s hands turned grabby when Mondo was back within his reach.
“Found some-hmpfh!” He was back to his original position on top of the smaller man, though now a tongue was finding its way on his. By now his shirt was beyond damp, so he blindly tugged off his coat and attempted to nicely drape it next to him. Kiyotaka caught on, immediately pushing the tank up and pulling away so Mondo could throw it behind him. Unlike the jacket, he had a million of those tops living in his drawers. He leaned in for more kissing but Kiyotaka didn’t move. His eyes were fixated on Mondo’s chest. Mondo assumed it was because of the large number of scars littered across his skin. The smaller man’s gaze was so steady he lifted an arm to cover himself, sheepish, only for a hand to grip onto his wrist.
“Put it down.” Kiyotaka spoke through his teeth. His pupils were blown wide, fresh waves of red radiating on his skin. “Now.” Mondo complied, and Kiyotaka replaced his stares with hands. They hovered, as one might hesitate before touching something precious. When they made contact Mondo caught his lower lip in his teeth. Nothing but heavy petting and he was beyond worked up. Up close, he could see the other’s long lashes, the way they fluttered when Mondo’s breath hitched. The way Kiyotaka’s lip twitched upwards when he brushed a thumb on the larger man’s nipple and was awarded a stifled moan. Mondo shunted his hips forward, steadying himself by settling his leg just outside Kiyotaka’s thighs.
“You know what you’re doin’, huh?” He whispered directly into the other’s ear, took a deep swallow. Let his cock rub up against Kiyotaka’s, sighing. “Keep it up, I won’t be gentle when we fuck.” He let his lip pop out at the end of the word, a throaty laugh heating up Kiyotaka’s ear and making him moan. Kiyotaka, half dazed, moved to press his lips against Mondo’s jaw, whispering,
“Who said I wanted you to be?”
With that, the dam broke. Mondo pulled at Kiyotaka’s shirt until it slipped off, taking a step back when the smaller man followed suit, dropping to his knees. His unasked question melted on his tongue at the sight of Kiyotaka digging his fingers into his waistband. A pop of pink emerged from between Kiyotaka’s well bitten lips, the anticipation sweltering them both. Relief at being free from his boxers was nothing compared to Kiyotaka taking half of him in his mouth. Their collective moans bounced off the walls. Shit. Until this moment, Mondo was deprived. He was fully convinced anything other than Kiyotaka’s hot mouth and devilish tongue would be unable to please him. Madness. Driven to madness in mere seconds. He throbbed, nearly groaning in agony when Kiyotaka hummed and sucked harder in response. The inevitable orgasm felt like speeding down a hill on his bike, stomach tightening in anticipation, feet ghosting over the brake. That split second of wondering if it’s worth continuing or if he should-
“Stop. Fuck, Kiyotaka.” Spare me. I’m only human. Though the way Kiyotaka looked at him with lidded eyes, red eyes darkening in seedy barroom lighting, Mondo wondered if he was in the presence of something otherworldly. When the smaller man stood up and turned to remove his pants-fucking khakis-he threw a glance over his shoulder. His gaze felt so hot it threatened to erupt into flames. Mondo moved to press his front against Kiyotaka’s back, purposefully nestling his cock between those over fattened cheeks. When Kiyotaka wriggled Mondo gave in to the urge to slap his ass. For a moment he paused, letting the other voice any concerns, but he only leaned fully on the bar, arching his hips for more. Skin striking skin mingled with muffled cries of yes, yes, yes filled the space. It filled Mondo’s ears, triggering a wave of arousal to pass through him. It was almost too much.
Remembering their earlier conversation, he paused his slaps to pour a generous amount of lube on his fingers. Kiyotaka half turned, then lurched forward as a finger roughly inserted him. When it came to this step, Mondo was no stranger. In the quiet dark of his room, he’d given in to the urge, and if he worked enough, was patient enough, he found the spot he searched for.
He would be sure to give Kiyotaka the same determination.
He added another finger, stretching them a bit before delving knuckle deep. In a moment of sudden intensity Kiyotaka cried out; tears appeared in his eyes as he gripped the bar so hard his fingers whitened. Mondo sped up. And sped up. And bent over to pepper love bites on that lovely spine. With every touch to that precious spot Kiyotaka jolted. Bottles began to rattle with every rush forward, the whole place feeling like it was set to collapse.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” He spoke directly in the man’s ear, feeling that ring of muscle twitch around his fingers in response.
“Yes. Please.” With great effort Kiyotaka spread his legs more, exhaling sharply when Mondo removed his fingers. Mondo snapped on a condom and smeared lube over his length. Kiyotaka looked over his shoulder, impatient, but was soon driven face down into the bar when Mondo sank to the hilt in one thrust. Muscles tensing, Mondo leaned closer so they were practically cheek to cheek. The new angle provided wonderful leverage, leverage Mondo used to ram all six inches into Kiyotaka’s prostate. Up close he could not only hear the wet slap of their sex but Kiyotaka’s deep moans with each blissful impact. In a brief moment of tenderness Mondo pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, catching the way Kiyotaka registered it before his expression flickered back to the pleasure wrecking him. A bottle loosened from the bar and shattered against the ground. The stench of beer, the stench of sweat and the faintest whiff of something sweet, something only acquired with hard work. It would’ve been overwhelming if not for the euphoria enveloping them both.
“Mondo.” A scratchy voice spoke. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” The voice broke, and Mondo again thought of that bike on the hill. Of pressing the gas until he was briefly in the air.
“Give it to me.” Impossibly, he went faster. His cock gave a warning twitch before bursting, and in the midst of the warmth Kiyotaka cried out. His knees jerked forward, and in the moment spurts of white splattered against the bar Mondo saw several bottles fall with the impact. All he could think was he wanted every future orgasm to be greeted with such chaos. Beneath him, Kiyotaka panted, eyes closed. Epitome of satisfaction. He settled his elbows around the smaller man, trying to find the strength to pull out.
The front door squeaked.
Mondo froze, making eye contact with one of the Diamond members. The situation settled on both of them at once, eyes meeting then quickly looking away.
“Takemichi,” Mondo started. He quickly pulled out of Kiyotaka, making the smaller man yelp in pain. “I can explain! Just let me- “ he threw on his clothes. Then, halfway across the room, he staggered back to give Kiyotaka his pants and shirt. The smaller man rushed to the bathroom, clearly just as embarrassed.
“I saw the car was still here, just thought I’d check.” Takemichi’s mouth was set in a straight line, though amusement danced in his eyes. “Didn’t want any funny business to be happenin’.”
If it were anyone else, Mondo could threaten to beat the shit out of them if they told. Takemichi, though, was different. He and Mondo often stayed behind to drink and talk. When the accident happened Takemichi was the first one on the scene. He was the only one to see Mondo cry. Mondo owed it to him to be a little bit honest. They sat at a table. The silence was so stifling Mondo wanted to offer him a beer, but most of the bottles were shattered. He needed to say something. Anything.
“I like men.”
Takemichi’s eyebrows flew up. Mondo reddened. He thought his first coming out experience would be better than this. He got out of his seat but Takemichi grabbed his elbow, yanking him back down.
“It’s okay, dude.” He said. “I won’t tell anyone. Though, to be fair, most people know already.” Mondo’s eyes widened. “Relax. I’m not talking about most of the gang. They’re pretty clueless. But. Daiya knew. Even before you realized, probably.” At the mention of his brother Mondo smiled, though the words made him pause.
“What do you mean-“
“Do you remember how he would take you to all those summer bike races? It wasn’t only for you to practice.”
Oh yeah, those. Mondo thought back to the overwhelming heat in the pit, jostling to the front. He remembered admiring the bikes, yes, those his eyes sometimes glossed over the riders, the way they threw their shirts off, drenched in sweat.
“That son of a bitch!” Mondo yelled.
Takemichi collapsed into laughter. “One smart son of a bitch.” He added between laughs.
At this moment, Kiyotaka emerged from the bathroom, now fully dressed and sporting such a large hickey he could see it from across the room. Instead of joining the conversation, he grabbed the broom, starting to sweep up the mess. Takemichi watched the smaller man work. Then his brows furrowed.
“What are you-is that beer?” He rushed behind the bar, Mondo hot on his trail. “You destroyed the supply, man! What the hell?”
“I didn’t-“
“I’d be more than happy to replenish your stock!” Kiyotaka said. “It’s the least I can do to repay Mondo for…for erm…” The two Diamonds stared as Kiyotaka leaned on the broom, a hazy look in his eyes. “The car! Yes. The reason for my visit.” He resumed sweeping. Takemichi gave Mondo a sly thumbs up with a wink.
After they finished cleaning up (with two more moments of Takemichi mourning the lost alcohol), the three men walked out of the bar to say their goodbyes. Takemichi gestured to Mondo, the roar of the bike making him raise his voice.
“Seriously dude, don’t fuck in the bar next time. I promise it gets old after a while.” He playfully slapped Mondo, chuckling at the leader’s expression. “See you around.” A cloud of dust, and Takemichi was gone.
Mondo turned to that civic, watching Kiyotaka get behind the wheel, ready to turn the key. Would there be a next time? He was surprised he hoped so.
“Wait!” He jogged over, leaning into the open window. “Give me your number.” Kiyotaka blinked, surprised, but complied. Mondo saved the contact. Even grinned a bit. “Hope I see you around soon.”
Kiyotaka’s finger traced the steering wheel, a toothy smile on his face. “Of course! Though we may need a different location.”
Mondo laughed. “Whatever you want. See you around, Kiyotaka.” Then, before he could overthink it, he pressed his lips onto Kiyotaka’s. They kissed, but before their hands could start traveling, they pulled back.
“It was lovely meeting you, Mondo!” Kiyotaka called as the gang leader walked to his bike. He didn’t want his reddened cheeks to be visible. As he got ready to start his bike, he heard Kiyotaka’s engine turn on. Then stutter. Then it stopped. Shit, they must have been in the bar a hell of a lot longer than thirty minutes.
“Just get over here!” Mondo called. Kiyotaka was already running over, car clearly forgotten. “I’ll take you home.” A pair of arms wrapped his waist and his heart flipped. “And Kiyo?”
“Yes?”
“We’re fixing that damn car.” Laughter, then Mondo revved his engine and they sped off. As he pulled onto the road all he could think was he could certainly get used to this.