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“You drive this piece of shit?” Kohei Looked incredulously, resting a hand on the hood of the car.
“You can say it looks cool, y’know.” Said Ryo, as soft spoken as ever.
Kohei scoffed. “Whatever.”
Ryo pulled out a wet towel out of the bucket. Drops of water sloshed as he wrung it out before slapping it against the car door, Ryo beginning to wipe it down with earnest.
Kohei walked over, watching Ryo’s focus in the reflection of the car window before asking “so where’d you get this?”
Ryo looked back at him before replying “junkyard. She just needed some fix-ups so the owner sold her to me for a hundred thousand.”
“You paid for it yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“You could’ve asked me to buy it. Or an even better ride than this ancient junk.”
Ryo smiled, continuing to shine the door with the soapy water. “Don’t wanna.”
“That makes no fuckin’ sense.” Amagai grunted before sprawling himself down on a nearby lawnchair.
Though, even Kohei knew the bright red Honda was pretty impressive for its age. An early 2000’s model with its tires barely lifting it off the ground. He wondered what kind of shape it had been in when Ryo had picked it up in whatever shithole he had found it in.
Kohei watched, a cool soda in hand, as the black haired boy washed down the car, soap suds running down his arms and sweat beading on his forehead as the sun bore down. Neither of them were in school uniform, Kohei in a tank top and Ryo in a white tee. Tanned arms and a lighter torso were in order for Kohei, though Ryo stayed fair skinned no matter the weather.
By no means was Ryo a delicate man, at least physically, and Kohei knew this. And Ryo was far from Kohei’s usual. Kohei’s types were soft, unmarred skin, girls with pretty faces.
Ryo was firm all over, skin rough from fights over the years, and a man, with one hell of a pretty face.
And Ryo was all his.
“You’re gonna burn. Take a break.” Kohei called from the shade.
Ryo looked over, slicking his hair back with an arm. “I’ve barely started.”
“You wanna die of heatstroke?”
“This is barely anything.” Ryo said, grinning suddenly. Kohei’s eye twitched.
His lips curled back. “Dumbass.”
But who really belonged to who?
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Ryo was more of a reckless driver than Kohei had taken him for, but hey, he was a juvenile delinquent. They were all reckless.
But as Ryo drifted around a street corner, engine roaring and tail about to spin out, Kohei laughed, watching Ryo’s intense gaze and large grin.
“Where’d you learn that? Your old man?” Cackled Kohei, fingers laced around the grab handle.
Ryo only laughed in response, accelerating as they hit train tracks, Koheii whooping as they bounced.
Streetlights flashed above through the windshield, any noise complaint from the engine they’d blow right past and fade right back into the cacophony of summer noise as they made distance. A streak of bright red and yellow headlights cutting through the still darkness.
Dirt was kicked up by tires as the car roared through an empty manufacturing district, tire tracks in the dirt and gravel. Ryo had fixed the red ride into a monster, and Kohei loved it.
As the car slowed to a stop in an abandoned warehouse the car had been calling home, the two boys found themselves looking at one another, stupid grins on both their faces.
“You drive like a fuckin’ maniac.”
Ryo was breathless as he responded. “Maybe.”
And in a rush of teenage hormones from a high of breaking the speed limit, Kohei leaned forward and pulled Ryo in by his necklace.
Reckless.
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Kohei had kissed, and fucked, plenty of girls. Money talks, and girls liked that. Didn’t necessarily mean he had to treat them gently, much the opposite. But he had to be a little more careful.
With Ryo, he could play rough, and it was fucking mind-blowing.
For them both.
Ryo clung onto the upholstery of the leather seats under him, other hand laced in Kohei’s hair. His lips were bruised, the coppery taste of blood on the tongue moving against his own. The smell of intermingling sweat and tobacco invaded his nostrils, a hand grasping his thigh and another his chin.
Bruises bloomed on his skin from his jaw all the way down to his collarbone, but he knew the scratches littering Amagai’s back were in no better shape.
With Kohei, Ryo knew he could be a little rougher too. It was in neither of their natures to be gentle.
When these feelings of mutual want even began, neither of them knew. But the line between whatever they had became blurred, and neither of them knew what to call it. And as long as they had each other always within arms reach, neither of them seemed to care.
Every corner of Ryo’s body seemed to be covered in sweat, the heat from both their bodies making them both dizzy as they got more and more careless, gradually drowning in their own man-made high.
Like this, neither of them had to think and dwell on the past and its wrongs and pains. Like this, their feelings could be laid bare, albeit in a less confrontational way, while their bodies did the talking.
Ryo supposed it was a little twisted, but their relationship had hardly been heartwarming the past few years. Childhood friends turning into mutually obsessed maniacs, and Ryo didn’t hate it at all.
“Fuck.” Kohei grunted, and Ryo silenced his own groan by biting into the hard metal of an ear piercing.
Fuck it all.