Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Happy Days
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #408: Traffic
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 5 August 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He wouldn't dare to do this with anybody but him, but there's a thousand things he'll do and does on a regular basis with the great Fonzie that he'd never consider doing with anyone else. He's safe here, Richie knows, although he'd be scared just to ride a bike with anybody else. He's safe -- Fonzie will never let anything happen to him --, and there's no chance of encountering other traffic way out here. It's why they come out here when the races aren't happening. It's a dangerous patch of road, but it's also guaranteed to be deserted.
Richie nestles his face into Fonz's shoulder and inhales the scents of his leather and cologne. He wraps them let around him, let's the Fonz's very presence wrap around him, and then, having at last gathered his courage enough, he makes his move. He kisses the back of Fonzie's jacket, works his way up to the collar, and reaches beyond it to kiss the back of Fonzie's neck. Fonzie guns the motor, but Rich still catches his soft moan of satisfaction.
No one satisfies them like they do each other, despite the string of girls Fonz keeps in town to maintain cover for their secret relationship. Richie has no doubts what would ever happen if his father found out about them. He'd throw Fonz out and forbid Richie from ever seeing him again; if Richie refused, he'd throw him out, too. No amount of talking and not even his mother would be able to help them then. That's why they come way out here for privacy and the reason for every girl Fonzie and Richie have dated since they met each other.
Richie pulls himself up closer to Fonzie's back. His arms are already around his waist, but now he slips his hands inside of his leather jacket to his white T-shirt. He fondles his taut muscles through the thin fabric, running circles ever lower with his palms. He feels Fonz stiffen with surprise, need, and desire as his hands run ever lower. He takes a deep breath before going for his jeans.
He undoes the button and zipper of Fonzie's jeans, and there on that deserted stretch of highway, Richie's heart hammering faster than the bike can drive, he makes love to his man with his hands. He runs them up and down the length of his shaft, rubbing him faster and faster as the bike picks up speed. He squeezes him gently and covers the top as he cums, exploding all over his fingers. Keeping one arm around Fonzie's waist for balance, Richie sucks his boyfriend's cum from his fingers, making loud noises of delight.
Fonz shakes his head in utter amazement. "You manage to keep surprising me, Cunningham!" he calls to him over the roar of his bike.
Richie, fingers clean again, nestles into his back. "I know," he says in his ear, smiling, "and I'm going to keep doing it for the rest of our lives! Happy Birthday, Fonz!"