Suho felt his eyes widen in shock as he looked at the large black monster that he was expected to sit on. How was it going to stay up? Was it safe? Suho felt shivers wrack his body, half from the cold and the other half out of fear; he had never liked the idea of riding a motorbike, there were just so many things that could go wrong, or that’s how he saw it at least. He scuffed his foot nervously against the tarmac, rubbing his slightly sweaty palms anxiously on his jeans. He watched as Lay whipped the protective cover off of the bike and stuffed it into the small black box at the back. Resting on the seat were two helmets, one was large sleek and black, streamlined and elegant yet strong and intimidating. The other one was, well it was small, round and pink with little purple flowers circling around it.

Oh no, Suho thought as Lay looked up at him with a wide grin of sparkling white teeth. Lay held the pink helmet out in one hand and beckoned Suho over to him with the other. Suho’s stomach flipped, this was going to be so embarrassing. He walked slowly toward Lay, biting gently on his lower lip as he approached the handsome, smirking boy.

“Put this on.” Lay said with a smile. Suho huffed before reaching out for the helmet, his hands however instead of grabbing the padded metal caught hold of nothing but air. Lay’s eyes glittered cheekily as he held the helmet out of Suho’s way. “In fact, I think that a princess should have her tiara put on for her.” Lay lifted the offending pink object with both hands before carefully bringing it to rest atop Suho’s head. Suho felt his cheeks flame red as it came to rest over his ears. His heart jumped erratically as Lay’s pale, soft fingers ghosted his cheeks as he clipped the helmet in place with a sharp snap. His fingers left a trail of fire on Suho’s skin and it left a stark contrast to the biting chill of the evening breeze.

“Does it suit me?” Suho asked, brining two fingers to his face and making bunny ears as he batted his eyelashes. If he was going to be embarrassed he may as well do it properly. Lay raised one eyebrow for a moment before he started laughing and turned away toward his bike.

“Sure princess, it suits you.” He said over his shoulder with a smirk before swinging a tight, black, skinny jean clad leg over the mound of carefully crafted metal. “Hop on princess.” Suho had to snap himself out of staring greedily at the sight before him because damn was Lay hot. How come he was able to wear purple and still look manly? It so wasn’t fair in Suho’s opinion, Lay was there looking awesome while he looked like he had just tumbled away from a ten year old girl’s bicycle party. He stumbled toward the motorbike, cursing mentally as he fumbled on a ridge on the pavement. When he was stood right beside the bike he noticed that there was only about fifteen centimetres of space between Lay and the black box thing. He blushed again as he awkwardly lifted his leg up and over the seat, having to shuffle stupidly to get on as his toes could only just reach the ground.

He had sat as far back on the seat as he could, he was almost sat on top of the box and it was extremely precarious. Lay lifted his helmet onto his head and flipped the visor down with a spine tingling chuckle that nearly sent Suho off of the seat and onto the cold concrete again. Suddenly something was gripping low at his waist and pulling him forward, he looked down to see Lay’s pale hand tugging him into place. He felt his heart bound and beat at the touch and this seemed to be magnified about twenty times as he had his torso pressed intimately against Lay’s back.

“Hold on princess.” Lay called back, his smile audible in his voice as he returned his hands to the handles. Suho didn’t know what to do so he just timidly grabbed hold of a little of the material of Lay’s cardigan with the tips of his fingers. Lay laughed again, the rough, chuckle melting Suho into a pool of goo. Lay’s slender hands came around again, this time to slide Suho’s own hands tight around his waist. Suho felt his stomach flip as he felt the hard, toned contours of Lay’s stomach through his thin layers, damn did dancers have nice bodies, and it was clear that Lay was a diligent dancer. “What’s your address?” Lay called through his helmet. Suho told him the address through slightly chattering teeth as he shuffled his feet about on the foot rests nervously. Lay touched his fingertips to his helmet as though he were a gentleman tilting a bowler hat before kicking out the stand and revving the engine to life.

The wild roar of the motor was deafening and the heavy vibrations wracked through Suho’s body as Lay peeled away from the curb, setting a racing pace as they began to zoom down the street. The moment they began to move Suho was unable to stop his reactions as he automatically tightened his arms in a vice like grip and brought their bodies closer together for protection. He shut his eyes tightly and pressed his face into Lay’s strong shoulders. After a few moments he allowed himself to peek from his hiding place, cool refreshing air blasted past his face as he let the wind rush over his flushed skin. The afternoon had turned to evening which had turned night, the sky was black with a faint orange glow from the city lights. Street lamps and cat eyes lit their way as they zoomed down the motorway at extreme speed, zipping in and out of other cars smoothly and quickly, like a panther moving in the jungle. It was a stunning sight, the silhouette of tall business buildings against the peachy turn black sky, bright star like lights littering the air.

Suho had become accustomed to the noise and it now seemed like no more than a gentle reassuring hum that just oozed power and energy. Suho kept his hands firmly around Lay’s waist but let his head whip back and forth in the cooling wind, laughing and whooping at the wonderful feeling, it felt like freedom with a dash of rebellion. Lay just chuckled at Suho and for once Suho didn’t feel embarrassed about it.  He felt disappointed as they rounded onto his street and his house loomed near. The engines roar died down as Lay cut the power, kicking the stand back into place. He pulled off his helmet, hooking it over one of the handles as he shook out his hair. Suho didn’t want to let go if he was honest but he made himself lift his hands away from the younger’s waist.

Lay slid gracefully off of the bike turning to face Suho with a smile, he held out his hand and Suho accepted it with a blush. As he lifted his leg over his foot got caught and he tumbled awkwardly off of the bike, falling to his knees with a surprised, “Oof.” Lay caught him by the tips of his arms and tugged him back onto his feet.

“You okay princess.” Suho flicked his imaginary long blonde princess hair and stuck his nose in the air, “I’m fine.” Lay chuckled and unclasped the helmet before sliding it off and setting it down on the bike seat. Suho ruffled his hair back into something slightly respectable with his fingers but resigned himself to the fact that helmet hair from a bowl shape couldn’t be fixed without a good shower.

“Is this your house princess?” Lay asked, looking up at Suho’s house.

“Ah, I’m not a princess anymore, only with the helmet does my royalty show.” Suho said with a nervous smile. Lay smiled back and nodded, it seemed as though he was waiting for something. “Do you, err, want to come in or something?” Suho asked.

“Thought you wouldn’t ask for a moment there.” Lay said with a smirk as he turned and strolled up the pathway to the front door. Suho stood and gaped at the younger’s retreating back, admittedly watching his sway in those skinny jeans but that was beside the point, he was totally shocked at how anyone could be so bold besides Kyungsoo. Lay turned back from the doorway with a swift movement that only a dancer could achieve and quirked his chocolaty eyebrow, “You coming?” Suho shook himself out of his thoughts and scampered up the path after him, fishing his keys out of his bag as he did. He slid the keys in the lock, well aware of Lay’s eyes on him as he worked to get the door open, he fumbled a little but in a few seconds the door was open and they were in the warmth of his hallway.

Suho beckoned Lay to follow him as he walked through to the kitchen, dumping his coat, shoes and school bag in various places on the way.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked as he grabbed two glasses and swung the fridge open to inspect the choices on offer.

“Sure, what do you have?” Lay asked with his warm, tingly voice.

“U-umm, we have coke, lemonade, apple and orange juice, a range of about twenty squashes or water. Oh or milk? Or do you want something hot? We have tea, coffee, hot chocolate…” Suho’s rambling was cut off by Lay laughing.

“Lemonade is good for me.” Lay said and Suho turned to see him smiling, eyes sparkling he watched him.

“Okay, I’ll have the same then.” Suho began pouring out the two glasses of lemonade before returning the bottle to the fridge. He grabbed the two glasses and turned around only to find himself face to face with a smirking Lay. “Ahh!” He screamed as the lemonade shot from the glasses, soaking the torso of the boy before him. Lay’s eyes widened in shock as his sweeping fringe was plastered to his face and his cardigan and shirt became sodden with sticky lemonade. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” Suho squealed, his cheeks blushing up a storm.

“Let me get you a tea towel.” He stuttered out as he dumped the empty glasses on the counter and ran for the tea towel rack. He grabbed at the rough, blue fabric turning around hurriedly, he barely felt the material leave his fingers or heard the soft thud as it hit the floor. Lay was stood with the dripping fabric of his shirt and cardigan wadded in his hand. He flicked his wet fringe out of his sultry eyes, his damp, milky torso gleamed in the light, illuminating the slight toned abs that lined his stomach and his seemingly solid pecks, the muscles in his arms tensed and released as he balled up his shirts, working seamlessly under his smooth pale flesh. Suho felt heat flood his face as he gaped at the boy’s body, his eyes wide and shocked and his heart pumping wildly.

Suho snapped back to earth as Lay smirked at him, eyes gleaming from beneath his sodden fringe, he tossed the tea towel at Lay before covering his eyes and turning around to face the other way. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to look.” Suho wailed, embarrassed that he couldn’t even deny that he had been looking, although ogling might have been a better word for the way his eyes had raked over that perfect skin that spread so flawlessly down to where his belt looped his low riding jeans….Stop it Suho! He told himself as his mind wandered back. He felt something shift behind him and his breath hitched as he felt something, someone press against his back, warm breath fanning across his neck, sending harsh shivers through his small, thin frame.

“Do you not want to look?” The voice behind him asked against his neck, smooth like strawberries and melted chocolate yet somehow still gravelly and rough like crumbled cookies and toasted nuts.

“I didn’t say that.” Suho breathed voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. Lay’s lips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck and Suho shivered, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Then look.”

To be continued...again...

A/N: Sorry it's not finished again but I'll try to cover the rest of the flashback in the next chapter :)