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Yowamushi Pedal

Who: Reno and Makishima
What: Reno wanders modern Earth and takes a fool chance.
When: Modern times, in the last decade.
Where: England
Warnings: Possible smut, but everyone is of age and consenting.

A fateful night under the mistletoe just a few days after Reno stumbled into the boring-ass world called "Earth" and he ended up with a phone number and a lingering taste in his mouth. He waited a long time to call. Not months, but a couple of weeks, once he learned about the local holidays and realized they were meant for family and close friends, not date with strangers you snogged in bars. Well, depending on your upbringing, anyways, but he figured Makishima for a more quality figure than himself.

So it was that the day after Christmas, Makishima's phone rang and it wasn't someone from Japan or any of his relatives. It was the lazy drawl and accent of the guy from the bar.

"It's uh...it's Reno. Remember? From the party?" he offered up as gently as possible in case Maki didn't have the privacy to talk. Usually Reno didn't think about much, saying whatever he felt like when he felt like it, but the weeks of wandering around (which was actually more than a month for him, being as he went portal jumping in the meanwhile) gave him time to think about how not to screw everything up in the first hour. It was pretty sweet having time to make plans and rev himself up. Plus it meant time to beat the crap out of some punks to rip them off, shuck their wallets and get enough local scratch to take a guy out for a night on the town and not look like a cheap-ass.

Good times.

"Look uh, I know it's been a while but I thought you'd like time with the family and all. But apparently the holiday was done yesterday and I didn't want you to forget me" the Turk laughed, trying not to sound desperate. Fucking hard to do when you were playing out a seen from goddamn Lady and the Tramp. Good thing he'd never seen the movie. Loveless was bad enough.

"That dinner? Uhh...you hungry?"

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The redhead didn't mind if his date ate heavy or light, as long as he ate and enjoyed himself. for his part, reno took Maki's advice on the order, though he did pick a dessert of some sort of bread pudding with some crap on it called anglaise. He had no idea what any of it was, but hey, he was an adventurous guy.

While they waited for the food, Reno leaned back in the booth, folding his arm across his chest to avoid the old stretch and wrap an arm around technique. Smooth? Him? Not so much, but everyone had a lucky day.

"So this bike thing. That what you're going to school for or uh...something you do just for yourself?" he asked, carrying on the light chatter while attempting to learn more about his companion.

That Reno didn't try for the whole arm stretch trick actually amused Maki. He could honestly say he appreciated it though as the date continued he had to wonder if maybe he wouldn't mind that kind of physical attention. He smiled, the expression oddly natural around this strange red-head and it only seemed to grow when Reno brought up cycling again.

"It's the greatest thing, sho!" He raised a hand in a gesture that said it was only the best thing in the world. "I'm the climber for my school's team but ah..." He shook his head as he lowered his hand. "I don't think I'll be going pro. That's something for people like Kinjou and Fukutomi." He waved his hand back and forth as he spoke as if each word had a gesture to it.

He was sure both captains would have great things in store for them. They were aces, not one trick ponies, though Maki was still breaking some serious records here with his climbing ability. It was all for fun though.

What Reno didn't do by way of cliche physical attempts he made up for with the more subtle tells. Turning in the booth enough to draw one leg up in the seat, he leaned forward just a little, reclining against the table with one arm, the other resting against his lap as he tilted his head and really listened to the teen. Pursing his lips and nodding slowly at Maki's obvious enthusiasm, Reno smirked and cocked a brow.

"It's the greatest thing, but you're not interested in pursuing it further? Seems to me like you're clipping the bird's wings, man. If you're passionate about something, you shouldn't let anything get in your way, yo. Nothin'. Besides, man, what's life without adventure and risks? I dunno who Kinko Biloba and Fuk-U-Too are - friends or something? - but you obviously love the shit. Still, I'm not really one to talk. I didn't exactly see myself in the position I'm in back when I was a kid. Though I can definitely say I'm a pretty good warning for what happens if you don't go for what you love," the redhead laughed, lowering his head enough to scratch at his eyebrow and look away, obviously embarrassed.

"I just think a lot of people are better served following their hearts instead of doing sensible, safe things. Sometimes those things aren't any safer or sensible than the alternative - we're just too afraid to risk finding out what we went after wasn't what we wanted. All the while what we should be seeing is the fun we had in getting there."

"A-ah...well..." Maki rubbed at the side of his head and blushed. He couldn't help but laugh at the poor way in which Reno tried to say Kinjou and Fukutomi's name and he made a mental note to try and correct him on that when he got the chance.

"There are other things I want to do too, sho." He smiled and played with one of his mozzarella sticks like he just needed to do something with his hands. "I'm actually going into school for fashion, sho." He grinned over at Reno. "My cycling might not make headlines but my clothing will."

There was always the hobby of cycling after all, and as long as Maki had time to do that it was all he really needed. For now he'd be happy competing with his team, but never professionally.

"Fashion? Oh shit, we got ourselves an artist over here!" Reno suddenly shouted, pointing at Maki before reaching over with a grin and gently shoving the teen's shoulder.

"That's pretty sweet, too! You gotta love fashion to go after it, yo. That's a fuckin' passion, too, yeah? Good for you! Back up plan and all. I totally didn't have a better plan that "make good money", which I mean, I do, but the work is shit. Fashion though, huh? Need a model?" he asked suddenly, grinning broader still.

"I'm totally open to nudes. Totally, yo."

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The speed in which Maki's cheeks went red was rather impressive. He turned his head away and dipped his head so it fell over his face like an iridescent green and red curtain. Yes because that was going to help hide him from prying eyes. It wasn't so much that he was shy but the gesture was completely embarrassing! Yup this guy was definitely like Toudou in many ways, just as loud and flashy an a completely idiot.

"N-nah...I don't think you'll be modeling clothes if you're naked." He peeked back at Reno. His eyes were twinkling mischievously. "Or do you just want to get naked around me, sho?" Two could play this game, though Maki really didn't think he was good at it.

"Maybe I just believe in freedom of expression, yeah?" he grinned back, cocking a brow again and holding both hands up to gesture at himself. "Or maybe I feel like it would be a travesty to keep the world from enjoying a national treasure."

Cocky to a fault, Reno licked his bottom lip between grinning, bared teeth and tosses his hair, delighted to spar a little. Fortunately Maki was saved from a real onslaught since the food just happened to arrive at that moment, taking a little wind out of Reno's quickly filling sails.

"All I'm sayin'," he followed up, a little less pomp but no less mischief in his, "I'd wear whatever you like me to wear, and I'd take off whatever you wanted me to take off."

Lucky Maki. With the way Reno was puffing up Maki was liable to get bowled right over. He moved back a bit to allow the waiter to put their food down on the table and in so doing he trailed his fingers over the top of Reno's leg. Yup he could play this game though he really had no idea what he was doing.

"I'll keep that in mind, sho." He had to admit, Reno did have a good body and he cleaned up nice. He'd just finished one term, but if Reno was willing to stick around long enough there'd be another showing in the spring.

He took up his fork, removing his hand from Reno's leg and took a bite of his food. Please don't make him choke on it.

No promises.

The hand on the leg move was incentive enough not to play coy, but it wasn't Reno's first horse race and he knew better than to believe for even one second that Maki really knew what he was getting into. Nit the first date. Not this time.

Well...unless Maki was really insistent.

Reno could hope.

"I've modeled before, actually," he mused aloud, prodding his food with a fork before shrugging and digging in. After some of the things he'd eaten in the field, English food was hardly scary.

"No, seriously. Not even kidding. I modeled some swimsuits at a local event as a favor for a friend. It was some big ass charity ball to help with sime like...big repairs for that part of the city." Fat load of good it had done, since all the work done had been demolished in the plate collapse, but it was that thought, right?

Reno could hope, but you know what they say about hopes and wishes and seeing which fills ups faster when tested against reality. Maki really didn't know what he was getting into and maybe Reno didn't either considering Maki wasn't the typical person he'd have the balls to go for.

"You've modeled before?" Maki looked at Reno incredulously. He really didn't see the type but the image of Reno modelling swimwear definitely suggested that he had a nice body under all those clothes.

"I guess I really will have to keep you in mind, sho." Which was fine by Maki.

"You ever want a private viewing, you just let me know," Reno drawled, cocking a brow and smirking before turning his attention more fully to navigating his meal for a moment. He didn't have the most refined manners, but more from lack of experience than lack of effort. He was good about keeping himself clean, but also crammed a napkin into his collar as an impromptu bib. He licked his fingers on occasion and picked his teeth with his fork, but really didn't go slack-jawed or sloppy at any point. Certainly not as refined or prim like Toudou, but perhaps more honest with himself.

He definitely wasn't being subtle about his interests!

"Yeah. I modeled for a friend, like I said. There's this club back in my town that holds all kind of events, usually just for entertainment, but there were some city issues going on and they wanted to help rebuild, so they held an event as a charity and asked me in. I really shouldn't have, because like...professional image and all, and my boss was a little irritated, but whatever, yo. I don't care. I wanted to have fun and I owed the guy, so swimwear it was! It was fun, though. They were pretty generous with the compensation, too, so."

Maki was much more refined with his own eating habits but that was from years of good habits being drilled into him. It wasn't something he regretted, and it didn't make him stuck up to people who had habits that were less than stellar. He was friends with Tadokoro after all and that man could eat like a bear.

His cheeks stayed flush as he pictured Rin in a swim suit. The image shifted from a more trunks styled kind to a full on speedo and both were nice. He had to wonder if his mental image was anywhere close to the real thing or not.

"Maybe in the spring you can show me." He smiled, the idea that this relationship might last until then was yet to be seen of course, but it was something nice to hope for. "You can go to one of my races too."

"Maybe I'll know how to ride a bike by then?" he suggested with a cheeky smile, flipping his hair out of his face and licking his lips before reaching up to wave at the server and point at his table, indicating he wanted dessert soon. The server nodded and Reno went back to gazing appreciatively at his company.

Maki wasn't the only one wondering about swimsuits at that moment.

"I'll go to more than one. I've got all the time in the world and I intend to use it well."

"Ah...There probably wont be any races till the spring." Not that it meant Maki wouldn't be biking. "You can try cycling with me once you learn." Maki would offer to teach Reno except he knew he was a horrible teacher.

He was finishing up with his own food, still picking at the onion rings and mozzerella sticks that were left and if he'd been thinking about kisses he might have laid off the onions, but this was the guy who enjoyed vinaigrette, green olives, and anchovies all in one sitting.

"I'd like to ride with you, sho." And he didn't mean that in a sexual way, but it might have come out that way.

"You know I love that this whole conversation can be taken in entirely different context and still sound like awesome plans, right? I'm not even going to pretend," the redhead chimed merrily, bobbing his head side to side and wiggling in his seat before lifting his drink and chugging several large swallows.

Maki liked all the smelly, tangy foods, Reno liked all the meats and beers. Realistically, neither one was likely to complain about the other. At least in reno's case, he was damned good at tolerating some pretty unusual shit.

"Seriously though, hook me up. I'll buy a bike right now, I don't give a shit. I'll learn. Come Spring I'll be like some...biking savant or somethin', yo. You just show me what to do and I'll hop to it. I'm a quick learner."

Taken in different...It took Maki awhile to catch up to what Reno meant, but once he did he nearly choked on his drink and his cheeks turned red again. He covered his face with his free hand and tried not to look embarrassed but it was too late for that.

Making dinner together might prove difficult with their various taste, but surely they could find a compromise of some sort. At least Maki could cook and if Reno could grill they'd both be happy one way or the other.

He ended up laughing at how eager Reno sounded. "It's not that simple!" Well for some people it was. Onoda had proven him wrong, so maybe Reno could to. "But sure, I'll show you the bike shop and you can pick out something you like tonight, sho."

Challenge given and accepted. If Reno wanted to prove his worth then he could do it or have all the regrets later.

Unlikely. Chances were good Reno was going to look like an idiot, but he didn't mind. Shame was one thing the redhead had never really learned. Especially since it always got him delightful results like a charmingly embarrassed Maki. Then again, for how flustered the guy got, Reno was willing to bet the guy wasn't exactly well-versed in the kind of team sports Reno was thinking about.

"Awesome!" and that was honest excitement, because shit if he wasn't about to do something new and cool with his hot new boyfriend. Yeah, about that.

"So if I ask you out again right now and you say yes, that makes us legit-ish, right? Like if I go home I get to say, like..."I got this boyfriend, yo, and he's cute as shit. Rides bikes and stuff. Gonna design me a sweet thong." Right? Because I am. asking you out again. We're gonna do dinner and I'm gonna buy a bike and look stupid trying to ride it and you're gonna be totally enamored and the next date is gonna be great, too. You'll see."

That shouldn't be a team sport, at least Maki didn't think it should at the moment. Given enough convincing maybe he'd be interested. As it was a little one on one wouldn't be too bad.

Boyfriend? Really Reno you better not count your chickens.

Except Reno was counting them and making Maki even more embarrassed as he did. He ducked his head and scratched at his hair line with one hand before running his fingers through it in a decidedly nervous gesture. He'd never done this sort of thing before, and while he had the sense to know that sex on the first date was a definite no, he didn't know what the etiquette was meant to be on actually saying they were as Reno put it "legit".

"Ah..." He flustered, grateful that at that moment he waiter came with Reno's dessert and gave him a moment to gather his thoughts. Did he really have anything to lose by saying yes? Maki was in a foreign country with no one else he knew except his school mates and while they were all fine boys none of them seemed like potential prospects. Then along came this dashingly brash red-head who was doing everything he could to sweep Maki off his feet though he knew nearly nothing about him except for one shared kiss. What kind of drama was this?

Yet Maki did have to consider it didn't he?

"Let's see how the rest of this night goes, sho." His voice trembled a little as he spoke as if he was unsure yet hopeful all at once.

For a scant moment Reno was disappointed, until he heard the tone of voice and noticed the gestures. Smiling slowly, Reno reached out, hooking his fingers lightly in the hair nearest Maki's face, combing it back and tucking it behind the teen's ear.

"That sounds good enough for me," the redhead reassured him, winking one of those bright eyes before turning to his dessert. Bread pudding with anglaise...so...literally gladed mashed bread? Fuck it. He shrugged and spooned some up, munching contently before pointing at.

"You should try this! It looks like bullshit but it's pretty delicious!"

The simple gesture made Maki's heart skip a beat. He actually liked people playing with his hair but it wasn't something that happened often. He supposed it was his scary demeanor that kept people from doing that.

He laughed lightly at Reno's description of bread pudding. He supposed it was accurate though not quite how he would have worded it.

"Ah," He leaned in, opening his mouth slightly and tempting Reno to actually feed him. Yup he could be playful though it was ridiculously embarrassing and Maki prayed the waiter didn't come back to see how they were doing in that moment or he might never be able to come to this bar ever again.

He was pleased as punch by the effort, though, so good choice on Maki's part. Reno scooped up another spoonful, careful to do a normal serving and not his own preferred size, then gently guided it between the teen's lips without question, running it over the boy's upper lip to see the food gone, grin impossible to miss.

Yeah so he liked the silly love games and shit, so what? He fuckin' loved getting to be gross and over the top. He didn't much care for being vulgar in public, sexually speaking, but being able to lay copious amounts of attention on someone else? Let the good times roll!

"You like it? You want some more?" he asked before feeding himself another spoonful and washing it down with the complimentary water. Beer wouldn't really bless it.

Maki was going to have a lot of getting used to when it came to the PDA. He really wasn't used to it, but he supposed it was something he'd learn to accept.

What he didn't realize he was doing was was being surprisingly sensual in his gestures. His tongue came out to help guide the spoon in, caressing the underside and helping to draw it in as his lips wrapped around the body of the spoon and take it and it's contents into his mouth.

He pulled away, chewing and savoring the tastes. It wasn't spider bread, but it was good.

"Sho!" He nodded, smiling and licking his lips to remove some of the glaze from them.

He'd have to show Reno that confectionery nightmare some time. For the time being, the redhead was blinking and grinning, watching Maki like a cat watching a mouse on the other side of a window: one day, I'm gonna get that. He definitely vowed it to himself. Something, if nothing, at least another good kiss in parting, but Reno wasn't really interested in letting go. Not unless Maki was dead set, which Reno didn't think he was.

They had connected, against the odds. Best to hold on as long as possible when the galaxies aligned that much for you, right?

"Stop doing sexy mouth things in public. You're offending my delicate sensibilities. I'm not like that," he gasped airily, feigning a snobby pout before casting a Chesire grin.

"I totally am, yo. Behave or I'll think you totally dig me and have to give you some incentive in the alley or something."

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Maki had no real intention of letting Reno go, but he could be slow about things like this and decidedly indecisive at first. It wasn't as if he had a long term friend back home that had been pining for him for at least a year. Makishima was woefully ignorant of that, but the difference there and here was that Reno had no trouble in being completely upfront about what it was he wanted.

At the rate Reno was going he was going to think Maki was the literal embodiment of Christmas what with his red face and green hair. He couldn't stop blushing around him and all the things he said!

"S-sho..." He hadn't realized he'd been doing anything sexy with his mouth at all!

"Ahhh man, you're great," Reno said with a fluttery sigh, shaking his head before offering up another spoonful of the pudding.

"I'm completely smitten. If I were half as good as you at just being innocently fuckin' majestic, I'd never pay full price for anything again. Shit. I'm gonna have to learn this bicycle thing f'sure. Can't let you wheel by without at least trying to get you to notice me."

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