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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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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."

"S-sho!" Maki protested, covering his face with both hands and trying to stop feeling like an over ripened tomato. He knew his face must be burning red by now. "You're flattering me too much, sho."

Or just enough. He'd never had anyone tell him things like that and despite the embarrassment he was actually ridiculously happy about it. The comment about paying full price was a little weird, but he assumed Reno meant he'd be given free things just by virtue of being cute. That was something Maki had never had happen to him before so he really couldn't hold much stock in it.

"I noticed you." Maki muttered as he peaked out from between his fingers.

Reno made some sort of contained, thrilled noise, clutching his own shoulders and leaning away with puffed cheeks, feet tapping out a little tatu on the floor as he danced with glee on the spot. Maki was feeding into everything Reno adored and it was killing him in the best way!

"Ehhhh! Stop it, yo! Haha, I can't handle it! You're overloadin' me, geez!" the redhead laughed, leaned forward again and draping his arms around the teen, squeezing him in the most friendly of bro-hugs. It wasn't even used to cop a feel, he just really couldn't contain a need to squeeze the kid.

"Holy materia, man, you can't do this to me! I'm weak! I'm weeeak!"

"Nh!" Maki made a small noise of protest as he was pulled into the hug, but he didn't try and pull away. He turned his head to the side in an attempt to hide his blushing face, but since his ears were also burning red to rival Reno's hair there really wasn't much point to the gesture.

"I'm not doing anything, sho!" At least Maki didn't think he was. He wondered if maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew in the company that was Reno, yet some part of him still couldn't stop himself from being happy about it.

Reno thought it was the best thing ever, but he knew he shouldn't press his luck and let go, leaning back again and setting into finishing off his dessert. Better to finish the meal and get out into the chill again. Still, he did sort of wonder what kind of buttons he could push and what he could get out of them. Not that he wasn't the sort of guy to ask outright.

There were a lot of things that didn't qualify as sex but were still pretty sexual in nature. And everyone's opinion of what was sex was different...

"Hey..." he clucked his tongue lightly, glancing at Maki before running his tongue of his bottom lip and looking away again.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to...well, shit. I guess if I have to ask the answer is probably yes," he mumbled, nodding at the dawning realization before shrugging and shaking his head. He could wait for the next date if Maki didn't push for answers.

"Wanna go get that bike?" he asked, changing the subject.

A little distance helped calm the color in Maki's cheeks. He picked up the spare spoon that had been brought with the dessert and took a bite for himself. He figured trying to feed himself was safer if he wanted to avoid anymore blushing incidents for the moment.

The question made him arch an eyebrow as he wondered just what Reno was thinking. He wasn't sure if he should press it or not, but decided against it as they finished off the last of the bread pudding.

"Sure, sho." He nodded, setting down the spoon and gesturing at the waiter for the check.

"I'd ask anyways, but I promised to behave," he remarked, noting the arched eyebrow and shaking his head. The dessert done, Reno waited for the check, left behind way too much money pulled out of his wallet, shrugged off the waiter's attempt to return some, and headed to the exit, waving Maki along.

"You're gonna have to get us there. I don't know head from tails in this place," he remarked offhandedly, thumbing through all the bills in his wallet. Gonna have to turn over a few more punks later and get some more money if he wanted to get a hotel or something after the bike. Gotta have a place to stay, after all.

The generous tip earned another eyebrow raise. Tipping was interestingly enough a very cultural thing. The amount left behind always depended on where a person was from and given how Reno acted Maki didn't think he was from money. Maybe that was why he'd left so much? His job must pay well if he traveled to all those places, so it wasn't a far off bet. He slid his way out of the booth, following closely behind Reno as they exited.

"Yeah, just follow me." He gestured down the street walking at a reasonably fast pace for his long limbs. He wondered again at how easily Reno seemed to look over his cash, but just looking at him suggested that if they were going to get mugged Reno could take care of that too and then some.

"So...what exactly do you do for a job?" It was perhaps a dangerous question.

"Government work," he replied instantly, the response canned and common. He realized it himself, frowning slightly before shrugging and raking a hand through his unruly red mane.

"I report directly to the man who reports directly to our President. Not yours. Mine. We're his bodyguards and his gophers. Whatever he needs. We're the go-to guys. I don't know what the equivalent is where you're from. Where I'm from, we're just called Turks."

"Like the Secret Service..." Maki muttered quietly, thinking in terms of America vs Japan. The name Turk however made Maki wonder if Reno wasn't Russian. He didn't really look Russian but what did he know?

"I guess that's why you can afford to throw around money, sho." He smirked, teasing and not really meaning it to be taken seriously.

It did make sense now why Reno could travel so much. He probably had to follow the president around and what not. Did that mean he was here in England?

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