To Love a Viper

​Nobu

The call had come in a little while ago. There wasn’t anything else to do but go to the hospital and find Keita as soon as possible! Nobu begged Ren to take him.. just the thought of riding on his motorcycle holding onto his strong chest.. huh? Ren?



Ren had walked off like it was no big deal.

“He’s not dead is he? So what’s that got to do with me? I’m still getting paid right?”

Nobu stared at the strong back trying to hold back his emotions. What was it going to take to make Ren notice him? He was worried about Keita, but he hated the fact that this opportunity to win Ren’s sympathy seemed to be slipping from his hands. He gave a little whine and fell to his knees.

“please, please please!” Nobu cried.

Ren glanced back at the curly blond head shaking back and forth. He gave a small grunt of a laugh.

“Alright already, if it will get you off your knees…” He refused to finish that sentence. He threw a helmet at Nobu and sauntered down the hall.

“Hey… Hey.. Ren! Hey Ren!” Nobu cried.

“What.”

“What are you gonna wear. You know, I have your helmet so .. what are you, I mean are you going to be safe.. you know without one.. I feel bad about..”

“Shut up.” Ren grumbled under his breath. “Get on the bike and shut up already.”

Nobu jumped aboard happily. He was so excited to ride he was bouncing around like a baby bunny. Ren rolled his eyes. It was like babysitting a puppy.

“Close your mouth so you don’t get drool on my bike.” Ren lifted his leg over the seat in one motion. His leather jacket clinging tightly to his well cut abs. Nobu sucked in a deep breath. A warm sensation filled his body as the thought of touching Ren, sitting so close and smelling his hair made him bubbly inside. He couldn’t stop smiling. He reached around and held on tight.

“Hey.” Ren spoke in his normal emotionless tone. “You have all the money in the world and can call any car you want, so why are you riding with me?”

He jumped on the kick start lever, the engine revved to life. Within seconds they were weaving in and out of traffic. Nobu allowed his fingers to crawl over Ren’s chest. He brought one hand down to his thigh, hoping against hope to feel his rod through his pants. He was careful to avoid losing his grip and slipping off. His hand tried again along the other thigh, his fingers ran across the large bulge, he smiled in satisfaction, licking his lips at the thought of having that huge organ enter his mouth. As his hand slid down the length trying to get a feel for what appeared to be a massive sized organ, the bike slid slowly to a stop.



Nobu looked up realizing they had pulled into the hospital parking lot. He steeled himself for a smack across the head or at the very least a small lecture. Instead Ren lifted him off the bike like he was a bag of flour and put him on the ground. Deft fingers removed the helmet, placed it on the bike, then he folded his arms across his chest, looking down at Nobu like a policeman catching a kleptomaniac.

“So, what gives dude? You want to fuck me or something?” Ren asked. Nobu’s face drained of color. He was at a complete loss for words. Ren laughed out loud at his befuddled look before walking toward the automatic doors.“You coming or what, visiting hours will be over soon.”

Nobu followed obediently, his head was down, he couldn’t believe Ren was so cool and casual. Maybe he should have said yes, but if he had, then he would be just like everyone else; one of Ren’s toys. Used and discarded.



They walked along in silence. Nobu couldn’t help but notice the number of women stealing glances in Ren’s direction and the way he seemed to move in a calculated fashion to avoid having to return their gaze.

When they arrived at Keita’s room, Ren flopped down in the extra chair and started flipping through an old magazine without so much as acknowledging Keita’s presence. Keita snorted before turning his gaze toward the downcast Nobu. He used his good hand to reach for his little blond head and patted him gently.

“Your poor arm.” Nobu pouted. He was so cute. Keita laughed at the adorable expression.

“It’s only broken. I should be back to normal in about 6 weeks.”

“6 weeks??!” Ren butted in. “We have a major contest to win in less than a month and a half, not to mention the qualifying round which is next week-end!!”

“It speaks.” Keita replied coldly.

Ren irritated him on so many levels. He only tolerated him for Nobu’s sake, and because he was the best lead singer around. Keita returned his attention to Nobu, after throwing Ren a cold stare.

“Yes… Nobu.” Keita emphasized. “I should be okay in a few weeks. Maybe we can find a temporary guitarist until then.” Nobu ran his finger along his temple, deep in thought.

“Where are we going to find a replacement?” He asked of no one in particular.

“We don’t need anyone that’s so good they sound better than me of course.” Keita said. “But we do need someone who can learn the songs really fast. Our next gig is at the end of the week.”

They continued the back and forth banter until Ren finally interrupted.

“Hey, I know a guy from Juvie. He said his kid brother can play guitar. I’ll just ask him to play.” Keita raised an eyebrow.

“A juvenile delinquent? Is that the best we can do?”

“What are you trying to say?” Ren glared.

His jaw was already twitching as if ready for a fight. The guys already knew Ren was a former juvenile delinquent himself. He had been kicked out of school by the 9th grade. Almost everyone was afraid to ask what he did to have to serve time so no one knew the whole story. All anyone knew was that he didn’t finish school, had a criminal record, a short temper, and an insatiable desire to screw anything that moved. The blank, yet fearful stares made Ren throw down the magazine, rise from the chair and stomp toward the door.

“I’m sure you can get a ride home.” He spoke toward Nobu without looking directly at his pouting face. “By the way, the kid is not the delinquent, his brother is.” He walked out silently like a cat.

Keita absently stroked Nobu’s back as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Keita’s arm was already in a sling so he carefully adjusted himself to make sure his good arm was free to offer a small amount of comfort.

Nobu didn’t say a word. Keita already knew he was disappointed at being left behind. He would have whispered in his ear, but at the moment he knew Nobu would probably not even hear him. He tried an old tactic instead and tickled him gently behind the ear. Nobu’s immediate overreaction sent him tumbling off the edge of the bed. He hit the floor in a fit of giggles. Keita laughed happy to see the smile return to his little friend’s face.

Nobu bounced back onto the bed and pounced across Keita’s chest. Careful not to hit the injured spots, he grabbed a handful of the long thick red hair and pulled it toward him, letting the strands fall between his fingers.

“Do you think you’ll ever be in love with anyone?” Nobu asked innocently. Keita was caught off guard. It seemed an odd thing to ask out of the blue. He cocked his head to the side.

“Of course!” Keita replied, he grinned and ran his hand across Nobu’s cute little chin. “I am in love“

Nobu laughed..

“You know what I mean silly!” he giggled and squirmed, nuzzling his face into Keita’s chest.

“I love you Nobu.” Keita smiled and let his finger trace Nobu’s lower lip.

Nobu grinned almost seductively. “hmmm, enough to let me eat you?” Keita’s fingers stopped. He looked down at his best friends face, strangely enough at that moment, he wanted to kiss him.

Nobu smiled and bounced off the bed. The moment had passed. He could only watch as Nobu’s little frame wiggled toward the door. He turned and gave a tiny wave and blew him a kiss…

“Get better ‘kay?” he laughed and ran away.

Keita continued sitting on the bed, starring at the door. He didn’t know why he said that. Even though he was partially joking, he had to wonder, had he ever been in love? The thought lingered for no apparent reason. He needed to make a phone call so he shook his head to clear his mind. Even if he wasn’t in love with anyone, he didn’t want to see Nobu get hurt. God he hated Ren.