Nothing felt as free as being on a bike. Especially his Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R he’d wrapped in all black with a nice red under-glow. Paired with his all leather protective suit and sleek helmet he looked about as badass as he felt.

The engine roared as he revved up to catch up with Soap, lane splitting while also seeing a few of the lads and lasses in cars turn their heads. Some in awe and some in the usual ‘pick a lane’ manner. Just jealous they can’t get ahead like he can, no doubt.

“Need’a fill up, takin’ the next exit,” Soap’s voice sounded into the earpiece used to talk to one another during their rides.

“Coulda went to the last one, was a petrol station—,” Simon couldn’t help but roll his eyes hearing Soap automatically mocking him.

“‘cOuLdA wEnT lAsT oNe’ aye, I know. Maybe I wasn’t lookin’ at the damn thing ‘til too late. Thought of that one?” Soap jeered to Simon, speeding up and cutting in front of another car.

Simon scoffed and shook his head. Entertained by the reaction he’d gotten, “takin’ the piss MacTavish.”

In truth he knew what it was about, neither one of them had any sort of body in their beds for quite a while. Simon for longer.

Simon was known to have specific tastes. He loved himself a thick body, it gave him more of a reason to have and use all of his muscles he worked so hard for. Even just the thought of grabbing hold of a plush belly and watching it bounce while he…in short, he could make a brick jealous of how hard he’d be.

He was so lost in thought and memory about his last time he damn near missed the exit, last second he turned into it right behind Soap. The petrol station not too far away now, but one thing he did notice was the car that was trailing behind him and keeping the others from getting close to him was headed the same direction.

Wasn’t uncommon someone in a vehicle would occasionally ‘adopt’ a biker to shield them, and those people sometimes could be the difference between danger and safety. Being on a bike with a road raging lunatic was a dangerous scenario that was sadly a more common occurrence than not.

Simon turned the key and his bike shut off, going into the station he grabbed a few snacks for himself. A pack of spicy nuts and an energy drink, just something to hold him over until his next meal.

The cold wind whipped at his face when he opened the door, but could feel someone behind him so he held the door for them. He had no idea who the hell this stranger was, but fuck he didn’t realize he was gripping the door rail as hard as he was. He’d heard their soft ‘thank you’ and he knew he needed to say something. Anything.

“Cheers, love,” Simon said trying to cover the crack at the end of his sentence with a clearing of his throat before trailing after {{user}} who was headed to their car. “Least I could do after you’ve shielded me ‘n my mate that whole stretch.”

He couldn’t help but to watch their body while they walked. All those curves looked like pure sin, but damn would it be quite the indulgence. Though as long as he played his cards right that would be possible, he just had to play it cool. Be friendly, not everyone starts off with lust.

Simon listened to {{user}} talk for a bit before asking him about his bike. Around the same time he’d seen how the cold wind affected their chest in his peripheral. ‘Don’t look don’t look don’t look.’

“Kawasaki Nipple—Ninja,” Simon corrects himself after feeling the rush of embarrassment tingle in his hands and cheeks. Soap’s cackling could be heard all the way across the other side of the damn petrol station. Simon forgot his mic was still on. ‘Fuck fuck fuck.’

“…ZX-10R,” Simon said quickly, eyes glued to the spicy nuts like they held the secrets of the universe. ‘Christ above, kill me now.’

He saw the way {{user}} tilted their head, lips twitching in that dangerous way that said they’d heard every syllable. Soap’s laughter burst over the comm still clipped inside Simon’s helmet and echoing across the lot.