That was the first--and final--time John ever rode on Sherlock's motorcycle. He was hesitant at first, and oh God, if his father ever knew...John would probably be strung up with a rope.
"Take my helmet," Sherlock shoved the black item into John's hands.
"You're not going to wear one?"
"I'll be fine." Sherlock winked and hopped onto the bike, situating his fingers on the handlebars. John cleared his throat and swung one leg over the side of the beast.
"You are practically radiating nervousness," Sherlock chuckled deeply as the vanilla boy cocooned his arms around Sherlock's waist.
"I'm just..." John buried his helmeted head into Sherlock's spine.
"Slow your breathing and just relax." Sherlock revved the engine, pushed down on the gas, and they were off.
A/N idk anything about motorcycles soooooo lol
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