Trender knew he couldn't get caught here. World fashion designer extraordinaire caught at some illegal bike race just so he could impress a guy. Oh what a scandal it would be. He'd already been outed as gay and he wasn't sure how it would go finding a partner. Everyone would expect Trender to be in a respectable relationship with a respectable person, not some adrenaline junky testing death every night. But! Every man he's met he's never felt such a spark between himself and another man! So, here he was, chasing his feelings after some cute biker boy had saved his ass.
~~ 3 Days Prior ~~
"Yes, I know I have to have it there soon! I'm just going over some final touches. I'll be on time!" Trender growls into the phone. "I am never late. Now let me work my magic!"
"You know, gold trim would be quite the accent on all of that black. Elegant and sexy," A voice announces, Trender feeling he could have snapped his neck he turned it so fast.
Since when had someone else gotten on?! And what he said! Was he giving him advice?! THE Trenderman advice on fashion! Ridiculous!
"And what do you know?" Trender snaps out, coming out more snarky than he meant to.
"Mmm, not much but I know color combinations pretty well. Gold is elegant with black. Then add some colored accents in each piece. Should give a unique look," The man says as he pops his sucker back in his mouth.
"Where are you going to?" Trender asks.
Was this man a spy of a rival? Trying to steal ideas so he was giving small pieces of advice so he'd let his guard down?! Well, Trender was no fool! He wouldn't let anyone get one up on him!
"Oh? I'm heading to my shop," He says after popping his sucker out of his mouth. "Just got done with a meeting."
"Do you have any sewing talent?" Trender questions.
Why was he asking that?! What is he thinking?! Asking for help from this total stranger?! No, he wanted to take back those words. Okay, even if he says yes leave it at that. Don't-
"I do," He hums.
"Are you in a hurry? I need a hand," The words leave Trender's mouth before he can stop himself. Shit!
"Sure, I have some time. It's gonna cost us though," He says with a grin.
Of course. No one could do anything just to be nice anymore.
"And that is?" Trender presses.
"You ever been to a bike race? Would love to show you what I'm truly good at," The stranger says with a grin. "What do you say?"
"Help me with this and depending on the results I'll agree or disagree," Trender says matter of factly.
"Great! Were we heading?" He asks.
"My studio. I have to get this done in an hour," Trender announces.
"Roger that," He grins, following Trender out of the elevator.
Trender leads the way to his studio, quick to set up both his sewing machines. He looks over the outfits and marks the places for the gold thread and colored accents. He planned on using a different color for every piece. With the man's help it's all done quickly and much to Trender's surprise the male seems to know what he's doing. He gets everything back in their bags, looking everything over one last time. He had to admit. This guy knew what he was doing.
"Here. Give me a call if it goes well," The male announces, handing Trender a folded piece of paper. "See you."
"Thank you. For everything," Trender says with a smile.
"Not a problem," Y/N grins before he leaves.
Trender collects everything and teleports to the location, rushing inside with his pieces and getting them onto models. The show goes off without a hitch and his collection is on everyone's lips. He couldn't believe it! Of course, he knew his pieces would always be number one, but he hasn't gotten this much excitement in a while. It was amazing! As he's eating dinner with his fellow diners he finds the note in his pants pocket, excusing himself a moment and going outside. He takes a deep breath and dials the number, waiting with bated breath.
"This is Y/N," The male's voice comes over the phone after a few rings.
"H-Hey! This is that guy you helped with the clothes. Umm, the name is Trender," He says. Shit! He forgot to use his human name!
"Trender huh? I like if. Fits you well! Since you haven't thrown out my number yet I assume it went well?" Y/N asks him.
"Yes! Actually, it went better than well! What can I do to thank you?" Trender asks.
"I've got a bike race in a few days. Come see what I can do with my passion? I could use a cheerleader," Y/N says, Trender positive he's grinning.
"Okay," Trender readily agrees. "I'll watch you race."
~~Current Day~~
Trender felt like a moron. He thought it would be LEGAL racing! Not street racing! Still, he couldn't leave. He'd come all this way here and he did want to see Y/N again. He'd saved Trender's ass but he was cute too. Gave Trender some serious butterflies that he didn't want to let go of. He hunkers down into his hoodie as he searches through the crowd of people, trying to find Y/N. He weaves through the people until he finds a row of bakers, scamming them to find Y/N.
"Hey! Trender!" His voice shouts, Trender finally finding his biker. "You came!"
"Well, I did owe you," Trender calls over gjd loudness. "That's a nice bike."
"Like it? Built her all by myself," Y/N says with a grin. "Come! Wanna go for a ride?"
"N-No thanks," Trender is quick to reply with a shake of his head. "I'm just gonna cheer you on from the sidelines."
"Then you'll need this," Y/N grins, getting off his bike and pulling off his bandana before tying it around Trender's neck. "There. Now you're my official cheerleader."
Trender flushes bright red and his hand immediately goes to the bandana. When Y/N turns away Trender can't help sniffing the piece of cloth, melting at Y/N's unique scent mingled with grease and whatever else. It was amazing and nearly addicting. He feels a little more relaxed now that he had someone he knew here. He does his best to mingle until the races start, watching as Y/N dominates every single one. Groans are heard and money is exchanged for bets on winners and loser, Trender grinning as he walks over to Y/N who is surrounded by admirers.
"What did you think?" Y/N suddenly asks him with a grin, Trender freezing when everyone's attention is on him.
"It was amazing," He tells him, shrinking back when everyone starts chatting all at once.
He wanted to go. This was beginning to be too much. He freezes when a hand is suddenly in his, whimpering as he looks at Y/N. Suddenly, he's blinded when something is put on his head, recognizing it as a helmet when he can see again. He feels shocks from where Y/N's hand was holding his and he just blindly follows the biker. Despite his reservations he lets himself be led onto that bike, his arms wrapping around Y/N's middle.
"See you guys around!" He hears Y/N shouts before the motorcycle roars to life.
Trender holds tighter to Y/N when they suddenly take off, feeling a rush of terror and excitement all at the same time. He slowly relaxes and peaks his head up to watch as stuff flies bike, nothing but him, Y/N, and the open road before them. After a while Y/N slows down and comes to a stop, getting off his bike and motioning Trender to follow. Trender slips off his helmet and follows after Y/N who sits against a huge wisteria tree on a single hill. Trender sits beside him and looks out over the lights of the city. It was beautiful.
"Thanks for coming. I know it's not a lot of people's cup of tea but I was happy to see you," Y/N says with a smile.
"S-Sure. I mean, you helped me out so it's only fair. It did get exciting though and you were amazing out there. You looked so at peace and happy," Trender breathes softly, inhaling when Y/N suddenly rests against him.
"It is my happy place," Y/N chuckles. "Nothing but you, the bike, and mostly the open road. It all feels so perfect."
"That's how I feel when I watch my clothes hit the runway. Even if it's not received well, the fact it's up there at all is the best feeling in the world," Trender sighs softly. "Y/N, I have a secret I wand to share with you."
"Oh? Is it juicy?" Y/N asks with a grin.
"Well, in a sense. Promise you won't run?"
Trender asks as he adjusts his glasses. Shit. Was he really going to do this?
"Sure," Y/N says.
Trender takes a deep breath and lets his human form melt away so he's in his natural form, looking at Y/N who is silent before him. Sorry builds when a few minutes pass with nothing but silence, whimpering softly when Y/N's hand suddenly finds his cheeks. If he was still in human form his eyes would be wide, Y/N easily finding where his mouth is and before Trender knows it he's melting into the kiss Y/N puts on his lips. Trender reaches out and pulls Y/N close, feeling almost drunk off the kiss.
"You don't mind?" Trender breathes when they part.
"Not at all. I fell for you in that elevator. Glad I'm not the only one who felt a spark," Y/N says with a grin. "Now watch. I wanted to show you something."
Trender's attention goes back to the city and he's blow away by the sunrise. The sky a beautiful orange and pink color as the sun makes its way into the sky. Suddenly, he's pulling out his phone and takes a bunch of notes, Y/N watching him curiously.
"I have a few ideas for my next line," Trender explains with an excited grin. "Sunset and sunrise colors. What do you think?"
"That would be beautiful," Y/N says with a grin. "You ready to head home? I imagine you're tired."
Trender wants to say yes as he was tired, but he didn't want things to end. He wanted this night to go on for forever.
"You hungry? I can make us breakfast?" Trender offers.
"Sounds great to me," Y/N says, his grin sending Trender's heart soaring.
Neither had ever felt this way before and they were desperate to make it work. Neither wanted their time to end because everything felt so perfect. If they were moving too fast neither actually cared because they never wanted this feeling to end.
~~A Few Months Later~~
"Y/N! Some guy wants to see you!" Rocky calls, Y/N sliding out from under the car he was working on.
"Did he give you a name?" Y/N asks, pushing to his feet and grabbing a rag to wipe the grease from his hands.
"Nope. Didn't ask," Rocky says with a shrug.
Y/N hums and leaves the garage and enters the shop, grinning when he finds his boyfriend. Damn Rocky. He knew full well who Trender was.
"You're a mess!" Trender remarks in disbelief.
"Duh, I work as a mechanic. It's a dirty job," Y/N laughs, Trender giving him a kiss despite his words. "What brings you here?"
"I brought you lunch. Thought you might be hungry," Trender explains. "W-Well, I brought everyone lunch."
"Yes! Please tell me it's your cooking!" Rocky grins, earning an eye roll from Y/N.
"Rocky! Quit taking advantage of my boyfriend!" Y/N barks in annoyance at his fellow mechanic.
"What? Not my fault you caught such an amazing fish. You gotta share with us at least a little," Rocky snickers.
"He's not wrong," Angie giggles from her desk. "He's all of our boyfriend now."
"Ugh," Y/N groans. "What did you bring us today?"
"I made everyone their favorite paninis," Trender grins. "They're all still hot so you should eat them now."
"YES!" His workers cheer, Y/N thankful they had no customers in the shop at the moment.
"Fine, take lunch," Y/N laughs with a shake of his head. "Thank you babe."
"Anything for you," Trender squeaks with flushed cheeks.
Everyone gets cleaned up real quick so they can eat lunch, Y/N and Trender sitting outside so Y/N can eat. Trender doesn't mind when Y/N lays against him, having gotten used to the possibility of getting grease on his clothes. He knew how to wash it out and everyone needs to make some sacrifices. Y/N had already made so many for Trender. They had officially moved in together and when Y/N was home he helped Trender with everything! Even during Trender's fashion weeks Y/N was calm and helped him get everything ready, and Trender knew he could get snappy about it. So, he was thankful Y/N had worked through that with him.
"Have any plans tonight?" Trender asks Y/N.
"No. Why?" Y/N asks, looking up at him.
"Was thinking about some serious cuddles and a movie?" Trender suggests.
"You're too good to me. I would love that," Y/N grins, giving Trender a kiss.
Trender smiles and gladly returns the kiss. He couldn't believe he had snagged someone so amazing! He was never letting Y/N go, that much he knew. Y/N wasn't intending to let go of Trender any time soon either. They were both head over heels for each other. A fashion designer and a mechanic/biker. Who'd have thought.