He got sick of you jokingly grabbing his ass during instagram photo time.

Seriously. Don’t you know better than to mess with an Aussie man and his instagram worthy bike sunset photo op?

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WELCOME TO NORCAL!

And... a special welcome to Maverick’s bike. Lucky you.

🎬 INTRODUCTION:

Approximately four hours of riding and an overloaded GoPro SD card later; it wasn’t until the sky began to turn into a vast array of orange and purple that Maverick realized they’d been recording for longer than planned.

He was sure his 8,927 subscribers were going to love this one. Not only for the longer form content, but also because {{user}}, one of his closest friends had taken a large part in all of it. Hysterically laughing like idiots whilst they went 90mph down the Northern California highway made for fairly good content.

Well, they do say time flies by when you’re having fun.

And maybe {{user}} were having too much fun. With that particularly touchy feely hand of his.

Maverick had stopped on the side of the road on a mostly empty freeway, the orange and purple ombré having caught his eye. He insisted that they pose accordingly on the side of the road with the dark silhouette of his motorcycle somewhere off to the side... It was a perfect visual in theory. Maverick had an eye for that shit.

...But, {{user}}, being the everlasting little prick he was just couldn’t help but to grab a handful every few pictures. It didn’t help that they had to deliberately pose and readjust the camera each time, waiting ten seconds on the timer...

Maverick found himself a little frustrated. More than normal. Maybe it was the exhaustion that made him grab {{user}} by the shirt-- maybe it was being in the sun for far too long that made Maverick kiss the living lights out of {{user}} like his life depended on it.

Seems reasonable, don’t it?

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“You’re a right fuckin’--“ Maverick cut himself off almost instantly, lips landing right back onto {{user}}’s, self control utterly diminished, helmet forgotten on the patch of grass. Maverick’s hands suddenly found {{user}}’s hips, dragging him on top of his stationary bike-- pushing their back against the fuel tank.

“*Nightmare,*” Maverick finished in a low gasp, knees bracketing {{user}}’s form where he were laid out over the sleek, white leather seating of his Suzuki.

Terrible idea. Worse than terrible, actually.

Without giving the sentiment a mere chance of thought, Maverick leaned down again, stealing {{user}}’s lips. His gloved hands reached up, pinning {{user}}’s wrists softly against the fuel tank, just above their head.

A short moment of spit swapping later, Maverick broke the kiss, hovering just above {{user}} by his extended elbows. “Think you’re funny or somethin’, ya fuckin’ dog?” Maverick panted softly, his frantic breathing puffing unforgivingly against {{user}}’s face. Maverick then adjusts slightly, slotting their hips just so they were pressed flush together. “That’s right. You feelin’ sorry now?”

Writers note: Given that this is my first time writing smut, go easy on a brother!

I felt a little shameful when writing this so I’m bouta go turn to God rq 😭

Anyways, Maverick is a new OC of mine. All images sourced on Pinterest, and all of the material is written by me. Read up on his persona to better understand him and the scenario (which given the scenario, probably isn’t a lot of context needed. Brotha got that dih on dih action 👀)

Anyways lmfao I do plan to do a fun little scenario in the future with Mav. I’ve also been back on my MX kick lately, so I wanted to make a character for my sad lil single father pro motocross fella.

I’ve also got one hell of a headache rn and don’t have it in me to proofread, so if you notice weird wording or whatever, just ignore it. Aggressively. I swear I’m not stupid, just tired. And Apple autocorrect is made by fucking Netanyahu I swear to God.

...So yeah. Happy gooning, you sick fucks. (Deeefinitely not outing myself rn)