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“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said softly. There was a gentle little smile tugging at his lips. “Well I couldn’t just leave you with no place to stay. What kinda gentleman would I be?” Not a very good one. He bit his lip, but it turned into a little laugh as John spoke. “I don’t know if you really want me cooking anything but breakfast food for you, I’m not the best cook in the world. I mean, I can definitely try.”

He smiled warmly, rubbing John’s arm. What a humble cutie. 

Dirk caught him marvelling at the bike and it made him smile. It was his pride and joy, after all. He slid on it, looking as cool as ever and running a hand through his hair. All sorts of warmth filled him as he felt John’s arms around him, and he unclipped his keys to distract him from thinking too much about it. “That’s perfect. It’s gonna feel a little different when I start moving though, so if you feel like you want to get a little closer, that’s totally fine.” He smiled again, starting the motorcycle and beginning to drive down the street.

John’s look softened a little, and he smiled. “I just hope I don’t overstay my welcome.” He seemed to have a habit of inadvertently doing that. And he didn’t even have to be staying somewhere to do it. Ugh. He playfully swatted Dirk’s arm though, shaking his head. “Breakfast is just fine. Anything you cook for me I’m sure I’d like.”

He smiled slightly. “Okay. I think I can handle that.” The bike started moving and he made a small sound, the initial jolt making his grip tighten. Ah. Aheh. He pressed his blushing face into Dirk’s back, trying not to think about how much he enjoyed the closeness. It was a little difficult, considering he scooted even closer in his fear of falling off, but he forced himself to think about yummy food instead.