“Like this, baby.”

It took everything within Kinney not to chuckle as he watched you struggle to balance on his motorcycle, his hands resting carefully on your waist to make sure you didn’t slip off. As much as he loved having his boyfriend sit behind him whenever he rode his bike, he was excited to finally teach you how to drive it yourself, to be his little biker buddy

“You sure you’re a first-timer? I would’ve thought you were a pro if I didn’t know any better.” Kinney was sure that all you needed was a little motivation

Occasionally, he’d give your helmet a little pat, or simply kiss the bridge of your nose through the open visor. You looked so cute in his helmet. He had to remind himself a couple of times to stay focused, but that was a hard thing to do when you just looked so precious, sitting there on his second most prized possession

Kinney never let anyone touch his motorcycle. He’d worked too long and too hard on that bike, invested too much money into it, to have some amateur come and ruin it all. You were a different story, of course. You were the love of his life. The bike was replaceable, but you weren’t. That was sort of the reason he’d wanted to teach you in the first place: to see his two babies together in one place. It was, undoubtedly, a sight to behold