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Phaya’s baby is a Ducati Panigale V4 sports bike. It’s a red, aerodynamic beast, its engine going from purring to roaring as it lunges from 0 to a 100 in no time at all. 

Right now, it’s dusty. 

While kicking up dust on the dirt roads around Nong Khai is a lot of fun, it sure does a number on the sheen of his sleek, red beauty. To restore his beloved motorbike to its full glory, Phaya has rolled it out into the yard. Armed with microfibre cloths and buckets of water, he gets to work. Standing in the shade of a tree, he takes his time, humming softly under his breath to a backing of birdsong as he wipes his bike down. He has to kneel down to reach some of the harder to clean parts, but couldn’t care less that he’s getting his worn, old jeans dirty. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says to the bike. “I know, I should have washed you sooner.” 

It’s only because Tharn and Khun Yaa are away to meet with a potential client that he is taking the time to care for his sports bike now. Giving it one final wipe down to make sure he’s washed off all the shampoo, Phaya wrings out the cloth and stands back to admire his work. 

The paint work is gleaming. The metal parts are shiny. The bike looks like new. 

Satisfied with the results, Phaya nods to himself and brings a hand up to comb his hair back—and realises how sweaty he is. Grabbing the garden hose he used to fill the buckets, he leans forwards to spray water over his head and neck, the water blissfully cool against his warm skin. 

The crunch of gravel under tyres warns him of his family’s return. He turns off the water as the black SUV pulls up outside of the house.  

The door on the driver’s side opens and Tharn steps out. He’s all dressed up for business in black slacks that hug his waist and a charcoal dress shirt with the top few buttons undone. His hair is combed back and the watch that Phaya gave him for his birthday is gleaming on his wrist. He stops, hand still on the car door handle, and stares at Phaya who stands back up to push his wet hair out of his face. 

“Welcome home,” Phaya greets him with a smile. “How did the business meeting go?” 

Tharn opens his mouth… and closes it again. His eyes travel down Phaya’s body, taking in the wet tank top and dirty jeans, and he swallows. 

“The meeting went well,” Khun Yaa answers in her grandson’s place and gets out on the other side of the car. Closing the door, she looks from Tharn to Phaya and back again, the corners of her lips twitching. Rounding the car, she shoos Tharn out of the way and climbs in on the driver’s side. “And I suddenly remembered I need to get back into town. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. That is two hours, okay?”

“Yes, Khun Yaa ,” Phaya answers and she levels him with a stern look before slamming the car door shut and reversing back out of the yard, leaving Phaya and Tharn alone. Smiling, Phaya softly says: “Hey, babe.” 

“Hey,” Tharn answers hoarsely, and Phaya knows exactly what it means when Tharn’s voice turns raspy like that. 

Then Tharn is closing the distance between them in long strides and Phaya barely has time to toss the hose aside before he has his arms full of boyfriend. Tharn crashes into him with such force, Phaya staggers back a step to catch his balance. Then he grunts when Tharn puts his hands around Phaya’s face to make him bend down for Tharn to smash their lips together. 

“I’m gonna get dirt on you,” Phaya manages to gasp while Tharn nips at his bottom lip. 

“Get me dirty,” Tharn demands in turn, and that burns any chance Phaya had at restraint. 

Wrapping his arms around Tharn’s waist, Phaya crushes his boyfriend close to his chest. Tharn’s hands are scrabbling across his back, trying to get his tank top off, and they separate for Tharn to be able to pull it over Phaya’s head. Eager to return the favour, Phaya gets to work on the buttons on Tharn’s shirt, kissing his way down Tharn’s chest as more and more of his skin is revealed. With his tongue dipping into Tharn’s belly button, he finally pulls the shirt tails out of Tharn’s trousers and blindly pushes the shirt off Tharn’s shoulders. 

It falls to the ground, already forgotten as Phaya gets busy unbuckling Tharn’s belt. He feels fingers in his hair and the next moment Tharn is tugging him up for a kiss and Phaya is all too happy to oblige. Tharn puts his hands around Phaya’s neck, pushing in closer and crushing their chests together, and Phaya has to step back to get enough space to undo Tharn’s trousers and he bumps into—

Fuck!

Whipping around, he reaches out to catch his bike before he remembers that it’s standing on its main stand. It’s not going to fall over. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, he turns back to Tharn—who is now unzipping Phaya’s jeans—and then glances back at the motorbike again. He hesitates for a moment, then grabs Tharn’s wrists to stop him from pulling Phaya’s dick out of his underwear. 

“Tharn,” he breathes. “Tharn, Tharn, Tharn. Come here.” 

Putting his hands behind Tharn’s thighs, he pulls Tharn up from the ground. Tharn yelps at the sudden lift and throws his arms around Phaya’s shoulders to steady himself. He presses himself close, his legs around Phaya’s hips. Tith his crotch against Phaya’s abs, Phaya can feel how hard Tharn is, straining against the confines of his trousers. 

He’ll get to that in a moment. 

Turning them around, Phaya steps closer to the Ducati and lowers Tharn, setting him down on the seat. Taking a step back to admire the view, Phaya grins at the way Tharn grabs the rear of the bike to steady himself. His face is flushed and his lips kiss-swollen. With one foot on the foot peg and the other on the ground, he’s got his legs spread and his trousers undone. 

“What a view,” Phaya says softly, taking in the contrast between the warm tone of Tharn’s skin against the sharp blacks and reds of the bike. 

The comment makes Tharn raise a brow at Phaya, before he glances around himself at the bike. Then he puts his other hand on the tank cover, leans back a bit so that his abs become more pronounced and spreads his legs more, and Phaya feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. 

“Oh, baby. Gorgeous.” 

Phaya sinks to his knees in front of Tharn, and there is a slight tremble to his hands as he puts them on Tharn’s thighs. With his teeth, he pulls Tharn’s trousers further open and then leans in to mouth along the outline of Tharn’s dick through his underwear. Looking up along the panes of Tharn’s body, he finds Tharn staring down at him, eyes wide and lips parted. With a grin, Phaya holds Tharn’s gaze as he takes the elastic band of Tharn’s underwear between his teeth. He pauses for a moment, enjoying the way Tharn’s chest rises as he sucks in a breath and bites down on his bottom lip—and then he pulls the elastic band down and Tharn’s erection springs free right next to Phaya’s face. 

Wasting no time, Phaya winks up at Tharn before he opens his mouth, fits his lips around his teeth and sinks down over Tharn’s dick. One of Tharn’s hands grabs his hair as Phaya takes all of Tharn’s dick into his mouth, and then he swallows around Tharn and Tharn moans. Phaya pulls up and bobs back down again, and again, and Tharn’s fingers clench in his hair. 

“Ph— Phaya,” Tharn gasps, and his thighs start to tremble under Phaya’s hands. 

Realising that his love must be close and not wanting this to end too soon, Phaya pulls off with a wet pop. Pushing himself up onto his feet, he takes in the state that Tharn is in. He is panting, his knuckles white where he is gripping the bike. He has his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back, and Phaya can’t resist leaning in to kiss the deliciously exposed column of Tharn’s throat. Tharn’s eyes flutter open, and he grabs Phaya by the neck to pull him into a kiss and taste himself on Phaya’s lips. 

“Babe,” Phaya says against Tharn’s lips. “I want to fuck you on the bike.” 

Tharn’s eyes widen. “You sure?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Tharn’s eyes flicker around the yard, but they are well and truly alone and there’s no one around. The corner of his mouth twitching up, he turns back to look at Phaya—and nods. 

Oh, how Phaya loves this man.

Grabbing Tharn around the waist, he drags Tharn up onto his feet to pull his trousers and underwear down, and Tharn quickly kicks his shoes off. The play of shadow and dappled sunlight looks eteral on Tharn’s skin, and Phaya thanks the gods that Tharn is his. 

Then Phaya throws his own leg over the bike and sits down before helping Tharn onto the bike, arranging him so that he is sitting backwards with his legs draped over Phaya’s. He leans back over the tank cover and reaches over his head for a handle to hold on to, and he really does look great on Phaya’s motorbike. 

Phaya gives in to the temptation to lean over his boyfriend and run a hand up his side while mouthing at a nipple. With his other hand, he strokes Tharn’s cheek before putting his fingers to Tharn’s lips and Tharn, ever perceptive, takes Phaya’s fingers into his mouth and sucks on them. Tharn’s nipple in his mouth, Phaya groans when Tharn starts sucking off his fingers, taking them deep and running his tongue around them. He knows how Phaya likes to get blown, and now he’s doing those exact things to Phaya’s fingers and Phaya is growing lightheaded with how quickly all the blood in his brain is rushing south. 

“Fuck, Tharn,” he rumbles and abandons Tharn’s nipple to give his boyfriend a look of adoration. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

Tharn smirks back and swallows around Phaya’s fingers in response, just like how Phaya swallowed around Tharn’s dick earlier, and it draws a moan out of Phaya’s chest. He pulls his fingers free before Tharn can make him come in his pants. He knows he’s not going to last much longer and he hasn’t even prepped Tharn yet. Bringing his hand down between Tharn’s legs and down over his taint, he finds Tharn’s puckered hole. Circling it to spread the saliva, he keeps his eyes on Tharn’s face to look for any sign of discomfort, but all he gets is Tharn taking a deep breath—and then he relaxes. His pucker opens up and Phaya pushes in with ease, past the first knuckle and to the second. He pulls out and pushes back in again, and again, a little bit deeper each time, and Tharn is hot and soft and inviting around him. 

“Come one,” Tharn says, his voice breathless, and wiggles his butt. “One more.”

Phaya pushes in another finger and scissors them, and Tharn groans. He is flexing his thighs and rolling his hips as well as he can, but the position on the bike doesn’t allow much room for him to move. A frustrated little frown wrinkles his brow, but then he makes up for it by clenching down around Phaya’s fingers. 

“You ready, babe?” 

“Yes,” Tharn hisses, nodding.

Pulling the waistband of his own underwear down, Phaya takes himself in hand. He is hard and leaking precome, and spreads it with his thumb before guiding his dick towards Tharn’s hole. Holding his breath, he looks Tharn in the eye—and pushes inside. 

They groan as one, and Phaya has to stop for a moment to catch his breath. Tharn shifts, and Phaya immediately clamps a hand down on his boyfriend’s hip to hold him in place. 

“Don’t”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

Tharn’s eyes sparkle with a look of mischief that Phaya knows a bit too well, and then he is clenching down around Phaya’s dick, strangling the idea that Phaya was going to ride Tharn deep and slow. Instead he leans forwards, one hand on Tharn’s hip and the other on the bike handle for leverage, and starts thrusting. 

Tharn throws his head back, his back arched over the tank as the bike rocks with Phaya’s thrusts. Bending his neck, Phaya captures Tharn’s open mouth with his own, inhaling Tharn’s gasps. He is already so close, the crest quickly approaching, and he doesn’t want to reach it alone. Letting go of Tharn’s hip, he palms Tharn’s dick and finds that Tharn is drooling precome all over his own stomach. Timing it with his thrusts, Phaya starts stroking Tharn and is rewarded by Tharn moaning straight into Phaya’s mouth. 

Stars explode behind Phaya’s eyes and the heat in his gut erupts. They come with each other’s names on their lips, clinging to each other as the world turns to white around them. 

Phaya slumps forwards, over Tharn, and Tharn releases an oomf at the sudden weight. For long moments, they lie limp over the bike, breathing heavily as they try to catch their breaths. Gradually, the scent of motorbike shampoo and the sound of birdsong filters through the cloud they are floating on. 

Phaya cracks an eye open and pushes himself up enough to look down at Tharn. His hair is a mess and his face flushed. His expression is one of deep, fucked out bliss, but he’s still aware enough for his eyes to flutter open. They look at each other, heartbeats slowly stabilising as they take deep gulps of the same air. 

Then Tharn smiles impishly. “I think we got your bike dirty.” 

Smiling back, Phaya dips down to peck Tharn on the nose. “I don’t mind washing it again,” he says. “It’s well worth the ride.”