His alpha watches him sidelong. Felix bites hard on his lip, unsure if Kade wants sex or if he wants to punish Felix somehow, or...
Kade pumps his cock twice, fast then slow. Felix drips onto his fingers, trying not to moan. They’re still in the driveway, and even though the neighbors’ windows are dark, someone could still walk by. He shoves the key at the trunk, but it skids over the smooth plastic surface. Then it pushes into the keyhole, and it’s almost like sex, finding the right fit.
The key turns in the lock. Felix lifts the trunk lid with a sigh, his cock throbbing in Kade’s hand. “Grab the lube,” Kade says.
“I’m trying,” he mutters, fingers skittering through the trunk. He finds some cloth bags, some bottles, and finally the smooth cardboard box containing the lube. Kade pushes his thumb under his foreskin, circling his tip, and the air rushes out of Felix’s lungs. “Kade!”
“What do you want?” Kade growls, his thumb sliding around Felix’s sensitive head, flicking it. Felix groans, thrusting his hips up, wondering how no one is around to see them, even if they’re mostly cast in shadow, the streetlamps only lighting his back.
“Need to come,” Felix whispers, tearing open the box, the bottle of lube falling heavy into his hands.
“Squeeze it here,” Kade says, tapping his cock with a finger. The vibrations hum through his body. Felix gulps, turning the bottle upside down.
Cool lube hits him like a shock. Kade smooths it over his skin, twisting his grip, slicking him up, until lube drips down Felix’s pants, trickling down his balls. Then Kade turns to face the front, wiping his hand against the seat of his leather jeans, and the slope of the cushion against his ass.
“Push it in between,” he says.
Felix stares. Kade wants him to fuck... his ass. And the bike. It’s never happened before, and Felix doesn’t know how to react, except he needs this so badly.
He angles his cock down, holding on to Kade’s shoulder for leverage. They’re not exactly touching. Kade’s still in his clothes, but as Felix pushes his tip into that crease, the warmth of Kade’s body soaks into his skin, and he slides in, moaning at the pressure. His hips snap forward, shoving him all the way down, until the tip of his cock hits the base of Kade’s seat, and the leather caresses his cock, smooth and warm.
Felix gasps, hands trembling. He eases closer to his alpha, rolling his hips back, then forward, feeling the drag of his foreskin against leather, feeling it slip away from his sensitive head, and he’s pushing back in, amazed that Kade’s letting him do this.
Kade rolls his hips, leaning back against Felix’s cock, and the pressure sends a thrill through his body. Felix shudders. He can’t control his need, can’t control the way his body jerks forward, pushing down into the snug space between Kade and his bike. He whimpers, one hand slipping down under Kade’s jacket, curving around Kade’s side.
Kade’s heat seeps into his skin, and as Felix pulls himself closer, he slides his hand down to Kade’s groin. Kade’s cock is thick behind the leather. Felix wants it opening him up, wants it on his skin. He moans, squeezing it.
And Kade rocks into his hand. Felix wraps both his arms around Kade’s waist, undoing his pants, pulling out his cock, whimpering at the smooth, heavy weight of it.
“Will you... will you fuck me?” Felix whispers, rocking his hips, pushing his cock against Kade, feeling Kade pressing down against him.
Kade glances away, hesitating. Felix’s stomach plummets, and he bites his lip. Of course, he’s just doing me a favor.
But Kade growls, “Yeah,” and he slips off the bike, nodding at his seat. “Move up.”
Felix’s pulse thunders. He doesn’t hate me. He’s willing to touch me. And he shuffles up into the rider’s seat, its lingering warmth radiating into his thighs.
Kade slides onto the seat behind him, squeezing Felix up against the bike’s metallic tank. Felix leans up, hooking his thumbs into his pants. Except Kade grabs his waistband, pushes his pants down roughly, exposing his ass to the night air. Felix gasps.
Kade pulls away for a moment. The keys slide out of the trunk with a rasp. When he presses back close, the keys jangle in his hand, and he pushes it into the bike’s ignition, turning it.
Beneath them, the bike rumbles to life, vibrating and smooth, a beast waiting to prowl. Kade slips his hands under Felix’s thighs, moving him up further, until his cock presses flat against the bike’s tank. Its vibrations shiver through Felix’s cock, sending a hum of pleasure through his body. Felix moans, leaning into it, leaving his ass vulnerable to Kade.
Kade leans in behind him, his jacket open, the heat of his chest soaking into Felix’s back, and he strokes his callused palm down Felix’s thigh, lips brushing his ear. “You lied to me,” Kade murmurs, and his hand pulls away.
It returns a split second later, a sharp slap against Felix’s thigh. Felix gasps, pain jolting through his leg. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, trembling.
“Are you?” Kade sets a heavy hand on Felix’s back, leaning him further forward, trapping his cock against the bike, and the next slap lands sharply on his ass, a burst of pain through his body.
Heat crawls through Felix’s face, and his cock throbs. He deserves this, deserves to be punished, and he shouldn’t be growing harder, or finding this pleasurable. “I am,” he says, his voice almost drowned out by the bike’s engine. Kade spanks him again. “Ah!”
“I don’t want you lying to me,” Kade murmurs in his ear, his breath hot. Felix shudders, jerking when Kade spanks him over and over, leaving his cheeks tender and burning.
“I know,” Felix gasps, his fingers sliding against the bike’s tank, his cock dripping
