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[team five] baby you can drive my car
hi everyone! i don't know what to say this time!
there's shoriken and car-sexuality, mention of alcohol like once. what i'm sure started as a joke has become so much more. these two are becoming my favorite thing in the world lately and i don't know how to get off this train. the piece is a little pointless and not particularly how i wanted it to end up, but my writing skill is still in progress. someday i will improve.
Suspecting that something up with Shori wasn’t simple. No matter how long he’d known him, no matter how much time that they’d spent working closely together, there was still something about Sato Shori that Kento just couldn’t pin down. The moment that he would think he had him figured out, he would throw him for a loop again. But for once, Kento was so sure that he was right. For the past few weeks, after Kento had invited Shori to ride in his car, the younger male had started to ask for more rides, and more often. Now, Kento didn’t mind taking anyone out in his car at all, and he loved to show off just as much as the next person-- maybe even more than the next person-- but it had gotten to be a little strange, in his opinion. More and more frequently Shori was asking for rides. Not to mention when he would get the rides that he asked for, he always seemed to be so happy.
Today was no different, and Kento almost expected it when Shori came to him. The shorter male asks, “Kentokun, would it be okay if you take me home today?”
And immediately, Kento agrees, laughing happily as he crosses his arms over his chest, extending a jovial response: “Yeah, it’s fine, I guess you just want to spend time with me that much, huh!”
Shori reluctantly agrees that that’s the case as he waits for Kento to be ready to go. However, Kento sends him on out first, tossing him the keys to his car.
“You can start it up, if you want,”
Shori lights up at this, and pulling on his hat, he practically runs out to Kento’s car. It’d red, sleek and stylish, a foreign brand and Shori is absolutely in love with it. He covets this car. He more than covets this car. Since there’s no Kento to be found, he takes his time alone and enjoys it to the fullest. Running his fingertips along the hood of the car, Shori traces to the mirrors, and further to the trunk. It’s a sportscar, as expected, and it makes his heart race. He notes to ask Kento if he planned to do any sort of modifications to it in the future. Shori opens the door-- and this is the first time that he’s gotten to do this-- and slinks into the jet-black-upholstered driver’s seat. It’s still got the slightest hint of that new car smell. Shori is in love. Pushing the key into the ignition, turning it, it’s not a new experience to him by any means, but in this car, it is. And boy, is it an experience. He hears the engine turn over and shivers ripple down his spine. His breath hitches. This is paradise.
Just as he’s beginning to have a moment, he sees Kento come dashing out, grinning and he rolls down the window just in time.
“Hey, are you going to drive away without me? I don’t think I can allow you to do that!”
Shori laughs-- although he had seriously been considering it.
“You look really good behind the wheel though,” Kento adds, “I think it suits you. But maybe it’s just the color.”
“It’s really nice,” Shori says as he reluctantly opens the door and gets to his feet to allow Kento to jump in the driver’s seat. He circles the car and gets in on the passenger’s side, which, is still an experience. Once he’s there, strapped in, Shori tilts his head to the side, mentioning, “I wondered if you were going to get any work done to it? Totally trick it out! It’d be wicked.”
Kento laughs and shrugs his shoulder as he backs out, casually making contact with Shori, dragging a hand along Shori’s much smaller shoulder.
“Did you just want to go straight home? You busy? I was thinking maybe we could do something if you have some time,”
At this, Shori is taken aback somewhat, not really expecting that kind of invitation from Kento, at least not so suddenly. Usually, they planned to do things days ahead of time, not on the spur of a moment. If it meant that he got more time with this car, though, he’ll take it. And well, Kento wasn’t too horrible to be around or anything like that. In general, Shori enjoyed his time with him.
“Sure, I’ve got some time,” Shori nods, “What are we going to do?”
“That is a surprise,” Kento grins as he pulls up to a conbini, parking and getting out. “Would you wait for a moment? I’m going to run in and get some snacks. Do you want anything?”
Another moment alone with the car. Shori was ecstatic. “Uh, there’s nothing in particular,” he mentions, waving Kento on his way with a satisfied smile.
While Kento’s gone, Shori takes his time in more properly examining the car that he’s been left alone with. His fingertips run along the dashboard. This was really a nice car. He notes the make and model so he can later purchase a model of the car and at least have a small one all to his own. This time, Kento is quicker to return, bag full of snacks and beverages, which he passes off to Shori immediately upon getting in the car.
“You can have anything in there you want, don’t worry,” he mentions as he starts the car again and Shori closes his eyes, enjoying the purr of the engine much more than should be normal for human beings, and he knows this.
Now, this entire time, Kento has been of the impression that Shori wants to be here, wants to be with him. He’d been thinking about this since the last time the two of them had had an excursion together. He’s confident in the fact that Shori wants to be here with him, because he must have some kind of cute crush on him. Yes, that’s his line of thinking as he drives and drives until he finds a fairly empty parking lot, which he pulls into. Shori looks out the window and his eyebrows furrow together.
“Kentokun… why are we here?” he asks almost immediately. Of course, maybe this was the surprise, but if it were, then it was quite disappointing. Shori guesses that maybe there was some cool hobby shop around here that Kento wanted to show him, but when Kento unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes up the armrest, leaning over towards the younger male, Shori feels even more uneasy.
“I know that you like me, Shoriku~n,” Kento purposely drags out and bends the vowels of Shori’s name, and the younger male’s face contorts in a way only he can contort his face. This causes Kento to wrinkle his brows and stare blankly at Shori.
“... am I wrong?”
Still attempting to try and figure out what exactly it was that would have given Kento such an idea, Shori leans back in his seat. He’s also not entirely sure how he’s supposed to go about answering this. Frowning a bit, Shori shifts uncomfortably in his seat and that’s when Kento sits back, obviously a little distraught about Shori’s reaction. Shori can sense this, though, and immediately pipes up, “No, it’s not like that!”
“It’s not?” Kento asks, raising an eyebrow as he reaches in the bag he bought to pull out a beer and pops it open, drinking from it, “I don’t know, Shorikun, your reaction made me think I was wrong. You should be more careful, or I’ll feel really hurt!”
Shori moves to take the beer from Kento’s hand and subsequently clambers into the driver’s seat, straddling Kento. “No, I didn’t mean it,” he asserts, though he wasn’t particularly interested in the other male, despite what his actions might be reading as now. He sets that beer in the cup holder and presses Kento’s shoulders back into the seat, which elicits a reaction from the older male, of course.
“Wha, what are you doing?” he asks, pretty incredulously, of course, this time believing Shori’s words that he was in fact, interested. Shori’s truly throwing him for a loop, and Kento decides that from now on, he will take any of his presumptions about Shori with a grain of salt. His hands find their way to Shori’s hips and hold him in place, and he finds something particularly interesting about looking at him from this angle, but doesn’t make any movement, still.
“I wanted to prove to you that what you’re saying isn’t true. At least… you think I find you repulsive, right?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the kind of face you made…”
“It’s not true…” Shori says, as assertively as he can manage. In a sudden attempt to shift around and find a position more comfortable, Kento’s foot comes in contact with the gas pedal, though, the engine revving, and that’s when something’s ignited within Shori. Kento’s been looking at his face the whole time and just the tiniest movements cause him to realize something. So he tests it out again, this time revving the engine on purpose, and when the reaction seems to be the same, Kento’s lips pull into a devilish grin.
“Shor~ikun,” he calls, bringing a hand to Shori’s face and framing it to look at him. Their eye-contact had been broken, and he wanted to connect it once more. Of course Kento had always known of Shori’s affinity for cars, but this reaction was certainly one that he didn’t expect.
Suddenly, Shori has thrown Kento for another loop, asking as nonchalantly as he can manage, “Do you think we could try kissing?”
Kento isn’t about to say no to this-- kissing was splendid, and well, he had already come out here with the intention that something was going to happen in the first place. Truly, he’d come prepared. He pretends as if he’s thinking about this for a minute before directing Shori in closer to himself.
“Yeah, of course we can try that,” he agrees, ghosting his lips over Shori’s. Just like with whenever they perform fanservice, Kento can tell that Shori feels shy about this, so he eases in with it, and Shori naturally allows this to happen. Mischievously, Kento hovers a foot above the gas pedal for easy access. There was an experiment that he wanted to run, in addition. His lips come in full contact with Shori’s, and it’s more satisfying than he expected that it would be. Shori, in the meantime, is full of emotions that he doesn’t quite know how to process. It’s not a bad thing, and that’s something they’d both be in agreement on.
Shori surrenders to the kiss very easily, especially when Kento’s foot comes down on the pedal without him realizing it, and at the way that Shori practically goes limp against him, helpless in their kiss, Kento pulls back, shit-eating grin smeared on his face as he observes, “Shorikun… is it the car?”
An embarrassed Shori’s eyes widen and he shakes his head vigorously at least at first, but when Kento asks again, he sighs, defeated and slowly says, “K-kind of?”
The idea that a car could excite someone the way that it excited Sato Shori was something that Kento was incredibly curious about. It was strange, and it just piqued his interest.
“I’ve never met someone like that before,” Kento points out, laughing a little bit. He’s a little insulted, really. Does that mean that Shori just finds the car attractive? Does it mean that he is lackluster in comparison? “I guess I’ve been replaced by an inanimate object… who would have thought you’d have a crush on my car,” he teases, and of course, it gets a reaction from the younger male.
“It’s n-not, I mean, it’s just, when the engine purrs, isn’t it kind of sexy?”
Kento thinks about this for a moment and shrugs his shoulders, “I guess I can see what you mean, but I don’t know, your idea of sexy seems to be a little different from mine. It’s sexy, but not something… I feel with my whole body…”
Embarrassed again, Shori moves off of the older male and looks down at his lap. Kento’s worried he’s insulted his member, and frowns a bit.
“Shori,” he asks, and the frankness of this gets his attention.
“Do you want to drive it?”
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there's shoriken and car-sexuality, mention of alcohol like once. what i'm sure started as a joke has become so much more. these two are becoming my favorite thing in the world lately and i don't know how to get off this train. the piece is a little pointless and not particularly how i wanted it to end up, but my writing skill is still in progress. someday i will improve.
Suspecting that something up with Shori wasn’t simple. No matter how long he’d known him, no matter how much time that they’d spent working closely together, there was still something about Sato Shori that Kento just couldn’t pin down. The moment that he would think he had him figured out, he would throw him for a loop again. But for once, Kento was so sure that he was right. For the past few weeks, after Kento had invited Shori to ride in his car, the younger male had started to ask for more rides, and more often. Now, Kento didn’t mind taking anyone out in his car at all, and he loved to show off just as much as the next person-- maybe even more than the next person-- but it had gotten to be a little strange, in his opinion. More and more frequently Shori was asking for rides. Not to mention when he would get the rides that he asked for, he always seemed to be so happy.
Today was no different, and Kento almost expected it when Shori came to him. The shorter male asks, “Kentokun, would it be okay if you take me home today?”
And immediately, Kento agrees, laughing happily as he crosses his arms over his chest, extending a jovial response: “Yeah, it’s fine, I guess you just want to spend time with me that much, huh!”
Shori reluctantly agrees that that’s the case as he waits for Kento to be ready to go. However, Kento sends him on out first, tossing him the keys to his car.
“You can start it up, if you want,”
Shori lights up at this, and pulling on his hat, he practically runs out to Kento’s car. It’d red, sleek and stylish, a foreign brand and Shori is absolutely in love with it. He covets this car. He more than covets this car. Since there’s no Kento to be found, he takes his time alone and enjoys it to the fullest. Running his fingertips along the hood of the car, Shori traces to the mirrors, and further to the trunk. It’s a sportscar, as expected, and it makes his heart race. He notes to ask Kento if he planned to do any sort of modifications to it in the future. Shori opens the door-- and this is the first time that he’s gotten to do this-- and slinks into the jet-black-upholstered driver’s seat. It’s still got the slightest hint of that new car smell. Shori is in love. Pushing the key into the ignition, turning it, it’s not a new experience to him by any means, but in this car, it is. And boy, is it an experience. He hears the engine turn over and shivers ripple down his spine. His breath hitches. This is paradise.
Just as he’s beginning to have a moment, he sees Kento come dashing out, grinning and he rolls down the window just in time.
“Hey, are you going to drive away without me? I don’t think I can allow you to do that!”
Shori laughs-- although he had seriously been considering it.
“You look really good behind the wheel though,” Kento adds, “I think it suits you. But maybe it’s just the color.”
“It’s really nice,” Shori says as he reluctantly opens the door and gets to his feet to allow Kento to jump in the driver’s seat. He circles the car and gets in on the passenger’s side, which, is still an experience. Once he’s there, strapped in, Shori tilts his head to the side, mentioning, “I wondered if you were going to get any work done to it? Totally trick it out! It’d be wicked.”
Kento laughs and shrugs his shoulder as he backs out, casually making contact with Shori, dragging a hand along Shori’s much smaller shoulder.
“Did you just want to go straight home? You busy? I was thinking maybe we could do something if you have some time,”
At this, Shori is taken aback somewhat, not really expecting that kind of invitation from Kento, at least not so suddenly. Usually, they planned to do things days ahead of time, not on the spur of a moment. If it meant that he got more time with this car, though, he’ll take it. And well, Kento wasn’t too horrible to be around or anything like that. In general, Shori enjoyed his time with him.
“Sure, I’ve got some time,” Shori nods, “What are we going to do?”
“That is a surprise,” Kento grins as he pulls up to a conbini, parking and getting out. “Would you wait for a moment? I’m going to run in and get some snacks. Do you want anything?”
Another moment alone with the car. Shori was ecstatic. “Uh, there’s nothing in particular,” he mentions, waving Kento on his way with a satisfied smile.
While Kento’s gone, Shori takes his time in more properly examining the car that he’s been left alone with. His fingertips run along the dashboard. This was really a nice car. He notes the make and model so he can later purchase a model of the car and at least have a small one all to his own. This time, Kento is quicker to return, bag full of snacks and beverages, which he passes off to Shori immediately upon getting in the car.
“You can have anything in there you want, don’t worry,” he mentions as he starts the car again and Shori closes his eyes, enjoying the purr of the engine much more than should be normal for human beings, and he knows this.
Now, this entire time, Kento has been of the impression that Shori wants to be here, wants to be with him. He’d been thinking about this since the last time the two of them had had an excursion together. He’s confident in the fact that Shori wants to be here with him, because he must have some kind of cute crush on him. Yes, that’s his line of thinking as he drives and drives until he finds a fairly empty parking lot, which he pulls into. Shori looks out the window and his eyebrows furrow together.
“Kentokun… why are we here?” he asks almost immediately. Of course, maybe this was the surprise, but if it were, then it was quite disappointing. Shori guesses that maybe there was some cool hobby shop around here that Kento wanted to show him, but when Kento unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes up the armrest, leaning over towards the younger male, Shori feels even more uneasy.
“I know that you like me, Shoriku~n,” Kento purposely drags out and bends the vowels of Shori’s name, and the younger male’s face contorts in a way only he can contort his face. This causes Kento to wrinkle his brows and stare blankly at Shori.
“... am I wrong?”
Still attempting to try and figure out what exactly it was that would have given Kento such an idea, Shori leans back in his seat. He’s also not entirely sure how he’s supposed to go about answering this. Frowning a bit, Shori shifts uncomfortably in his seat and that’s when Kento sits back, obviously a little distraught about Shori’s reaction. Shori can sense this, though, and immediately pipes up, “No, it’s not like that!”
“It’s not?” Kento asks, raising an eyebrow as he reaches in the bag he bought to pull out a beer and pops it open, drinking from it, “I don’t know, Shorikun, your reaction made me think I was wrong. You should be more careful, or I’ll feel really hurt!”
Shori moves to take the beer from Kento’s hand and subsequently clambers into the driver’s seat, straddling Kento. “No, I didn’t mean it,” he asserts, though he wasn’t particularly interested in the other male, despite what his actions might be reading as now. He sets that beer in the cup holder and presses Kento’s shoulders back into the seat, which elicits a reaction from the older male, of course.
“Wha, what are you doing?” he asks, pretty incredulously, of course, this time believing Shori’s words that he was in fact, interested. Shori’s truly throwing him for a loop, and Kento decides that from now on, he will take any of his presumptions about Shori with a grain of salt. His hands find their way to Shori’s hips and hold him in place, and he finds something particularly interesting about looking at him from this angle, but doesn’t make any movement, still.
“I wanted to prove to you that what you’re saying isn’t true. At least… you think I find you repulsive, right?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the kind of face you made…”
“It’s not true…” Shori says, as assertively as he can manage. In a sudden attempt to shift around and find a position more comfortable, Kento’s foot comes in contact with the gas pedal, though, the engine revving, and that’s when something’s ignited within Shori. Kento’s been looking at his face the whole time and just the tiniest movements cause him to realize something. So he tests it out again, this time revving the engine on purpose, and when the reaction seems to be the same, Kento’s lips pull into a devilish grin.
“Shor~ikun,” he calls, bringing a hand to Shori’s face and framing it to look at him. Their eye-contact had been broken, and he wanted to connect it once more. Of course Kento had always known of Shori’s affinity for cars, but this reaction was certainly one that he didn’t expect.
Suddenly, Shori has thrown Kento for another loop, asking as nonchalantly as he can manage, “Do you think we could try kissing?”
Kento isn’t about to say no to this-- kissing was splendid, and well, he had already come out here with the intention that something was going to happen in the first place. Truly, he’d come prepared. He pretends as if he’s thinking about this for a minute before directing Shori in closer to himself.
“Yeah, of course we can try that,” he agrees, ghosting his lips over Shori’s. Just like with whenever they perform fanservice, Kento can tell that Shori feels shy about this, so he eases in with it, and Shori naturally allows this to happen. Mischievously, Kento hovers a foot above the gas pedal for easy access. There was an experiment that he wanted to run, in addition. His lips come in full contact with Shori’s, and it’s more satisfying than he expected that it would be. Shori, in the meantime, is full of emotions that he doesn’t quite know how to process. It’s not a bad thing, and that’s something they’d both be in agreement on.
Shori surrenders to the kiss very easily, especially when Kento’s foot comes down on the pedal without him realizing it, and at the way that Shori practically goes limp against him, helpless in their kiss, Kento pulls back, shit-eating grin smeared on his face as he observes, “Shorikun… is it the car?”
An embarrassed Shori’s eyes widen and he shakes his head vigorously at least at first, but when Kento asks again, he sighs, defeated and slowly says, “K-kind of?”
The idea that a car could excite someone the way that it excited Sato Shori was something that Kento was incredibly curious about. It was strange, and it just piqued his interest.
“I’ve never met someone like that before,” Kento points out, laughing a little bit. He’s a little insulted, really. Does that mean that Shori just finds the car attractive? Does it mean that he is lackluster in comparison? “I guess I’ve been replaced by an inanimate object… who would have thought you’d have a crush on my car,” he teases, and of course, it gets a reaction from the younger male.
“It’s n-not, I mean, it’s just, when the engine purrs, isn’t it kind of sexy?”
Kento thinks about this for a moment and shrugs his shoulders, “I guess I can see what you mean, but I don’t know, your idea of sexy seems to be a little different from mine. It’s sexy, but not something… I feel with my whole body…”
Embarrassed again, Shori moves off of the older male and looks down at his lap. Kento’s worried he’s insulted his member, and frowns a bit.
“Shori,” he asks, and the frankness of this gets his attention.
“Do you want to drive it?”
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i hope you are referencing the show where shori got a giant boner over this hotrod because i feel like this could be the most plausible thing in the world. i LOVE how you wrote the attraction and subsequently kento's misunderstanding, but then shori kisses him anyway and kento revs the fucking engine. *_____________*
Not to mention when he would get the rides that he asked for, he always seemed to be so happy.
that's not the kind of ride u want bruh. ;)
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