Motorcycle Rides
Pairings: Bucky x reader
Warnings: None
Summary: In which you were literally just trying to flirt with Bucky by bringing up his interests and you never thought in your wildest dreams he would actually put you on a motorcycle.
A/N: Requested by anon! This is very short and not at all accurate because I have zero knowledge of motorcycles, so I did my best to kind of like… gloss over the technicalities. Also this is my first fic posted to tumblr so let me know how I did! Hope you like it!
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“You sure this is safe?”
“Well that kind of depends on you, doll.”
“The snark doesn’t exactly inspire self confidence, Bucky.”
Your friend laughed softly, and you were hyper aware of the gentle hand he placed upon your shoulder. “Look, y/n, it’s gonna be fine, okay? We’ll start out nice and easy and if you get scared, I’ll take over steering. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
You couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to this. To be perfectly honest, when you had mentioned to Bucky that you wanted to learn to ride motorcycles, it had mostly been a shitty attempt at flirting and an effort to get him to spend more time with you. You weren’t desperate for his attention — or, who were you kidding, you totally were — but you figured this would be a good way to spend time with him and eventually work your way up to confessing how you felt.
Except, you really hadn’t thought this one through all that well. Motorcycles were cool, sure, but you had never been on one before. Hell, you’d never even ridden an electric scooter. Bucky, of course, seemed to be a pro and had demonstrated cool and impressive tricks at your request. You got the feeling he liked showing off, and you were the perfect candidate for him to do so with; all of his friends, the Avengers, had seen his tricks and moves. You, being a regular person who had stumbled upon Bucky on the street as he held the door open for you to a coffee shop practically six months ago, were just beginning to get to know all of the things that made Bucky special. He’d shown up at your apartment with a motorcycle about a week ago to pick you up for your scheduled hang out time, and as soon as you stupidly feigned interest in learning to ride motorcycles, it had all gone downhill from there.
It was how you’d gotten to where you were now, with a big clunky helmet on your head and your favorite person’s hands settled at your hips, body pressed flush against the back of yours.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you sighed, shaking your head.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to learn,” Bucky chuckled. “It’s not hard, I promise. And if you get scared just yell, and I’ll take over. Okay?”
“Okay,” you agreed. “Just walk me through it one more time? Please?”
“Stalling, y/n?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Fuck off,” you shot back, unsure of what else to say.
Bucky conceded after another laugh. “Just remember the break down to start with, okay? Left side is gears, and right side is acceleration and brakes. When you use the clutch, don’t pull too hard or fast, or else it’s gonna get pretty bumpy. Slow and steady is just fine; remember that.” You blushed slightly, trying to tell yourself not to let it go where your mind was taking it. “Same thing with throttle when you’re shifting gears. Reduce it when you pull the clutch, or else we’re probably gonna go flying. If you wanna turn you have to lean, but not too far.” He went on explaining for another few moments, and you listened intently as he did so, uninterested in accidentally dying on such a nice day. “You think you got it all?”
“I really hope so,” you sighed, shaking your head. “And why aren’t you wearing a helmet?”
“Because you need it more than I do,” he said simply. He leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, and you tried to resist the urge to shiver. “Bike’s running, darlin’. You gonna take me for a spin or what?”
And what the fuck were you supposed to say to that?
Taking a few breaths and trying to slow your heartbeat, you focused your eyes on the road ahead of you. Then, promising yourself that if you somehow managed to come out of this whole ordeal without getting yourself killed you would do something about your feelings for the man sitting just behind you, you did as Bucky had previously instructed you and attempted to accelerate the bike.
Maybe ‘attempted’ wasn’t the correct word. You definitely accelerated the bike, but ‘propelled forward at an ungodly rate’ probably would have been more accurate. Out of sheer panic you braked as quickly as you could, causing the bike to jar slightly and emitting a loud squeal from the tires.
“God damn, y/n,” Bucky laughed at your shoulder. “Ease up a little, would you? Nothing bad’s going to happen, and I’ll take over if I need to. Just try and relax a bit.”
“Got it,” you muttered, thankful that the helmet on your head was obscuring the blush on your cheeks. Taking a deep breath and readying yourself, you took the motions to accelerate the bike, but this time, thankfully, you weren’t nearly so jumpy about it.
The bike kicked, and then sped down the street, humming beneath you excitedly as you gave it gas. Bucky had brought you out to a long stretch of country road in order to give you room to learn and ride, so why not take advantage of it? You gave the bike more gas, letting the bike go faster and faster, wind blowing back on you. At your shoulder you heard Bucky whooping excitedly, fingers gently digging into the soft flesh at your abdomen.
Okay, so you could definitely see the appeal of the motorcycle. It was fast, wild, impulsive. The bike was controllable, but still wildly unpredictable, and the adrenaline coursing through you at this moment… well. Driving down a long road on a nice, sunny day on a fast motorcycle and with a stunningly beautiful man behind you prescribed a certain sort of feeling.
After a minute or two, you slowed the bike to a stop, being careful not to let it jerk as it had the first time, when you’d been frightened. Hell, you were still pretty scared, but at least now you could say you’d done it. You giggled to yourself as you got off the bike, glad that you’d made it out of all this alive. And, as much as you were quite literally to crawl out of your own skin… you sort of wanted to do it again?
Bucky was only seconds behind you, and as you took off the helmet and let it drop to the ground he gave you a big smile, eyes glinting in the afternoon sun. “Fun, right?” he teased, shooting a knowing look your way.
“Yeah,” you affirmed. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the giddiness, or maybe it was a mixture of both with the addition of that stupid promise you’d made to yourself before getting on the bike in the first place. Taking two steps forward without even thinking about it, you cupped Bucky’s face with both your hands and surged forward to eagerly press your lips to his. Though he was caught off guard, Bucky immediately responded, relaxing into your touch and furthering the kiss, allowing one hand to come up and threading his fingers through your hair. You let it go until he began to tease your lips with his tongue, and then broke the kiss to get better access to air. “So much fun.”
Bucky blinked, then chuckled a bit, narrowing his eyes in what appeared to be part curiosity, part astonishment. “That was… unexpected?”
“Not in a bad way, I hope,” you laughed, astonished that you were even managing to speak. Some of that adrenaline must have finally started to wear off; you could feel the blood in your veins singing.
A look of amusement was present on Bucky’s face, and he leaned forward again, bending down slightly to press a kiss to your forehead as opposed to your lips. “Not bad at all. I thought I was gonna have to be the one to make the first move.”
“What can I say?” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking a step back to allow yourself a moment to get your act together. There was an airiness in your chest now, and you weren’t sure if it was from your prolonged adrenaline high or the fact that you’d just kissed the guy you’d had a thing for for the last half a year. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Enough surprises to drive us home on the bike so you can get ready for me to take you on a proper date?”
You tried not to laugh too hard at the absurdity of that one. An empty country backroad? That was nothing. Actual city streets on that thing? That was a death trap waiting to happen.
“Yeah, no thanks, I don’t really feel like getting arrested or dying a horrible death,” you told him matter of factly. “Not before our first date, anyway.”
“So you’ll let me?” he asked hopefully, a small smile on his mouth. “Take you on a date, I mean.”
How many times had you dreamt of him asking you that question?
You nodded your head, leaning against the bike and relishing in the giddy feeling you were experiencing. “Yeah,” you murmured, shrugging a shoulder. “I think I’d like that.”
