The word Bikesexual is my favourite word ever in the whole world ever.
I got it from an insane McPricely fanfiction but anyways here you go

Also, cards on the table, I'm not super happy with how I portrayed Rich. He gives off more Jeremy vibes. Maybe it's just me but a little warning.
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Rich x Jake

"My bike isn't that bad! I can still ride it to school and work and everywhere!" Rich protests.

"Richie come on. The wheels are practically falling off, the chain can't stay on for more than a minute and sitting on that seat is like having a cactus rammed up your ass" Chloe responds, getting right to the point.

Rich opens his mouth to protest, but can only make gibberish noises.

"Okay before you come up with another bullshit excuse, you're going to take your bike to the shop and get it fixed. I will pay whatever amount it takes, Hell I'll replace it if I have to, but you are fixing that bike"

And just like that, Chloe puts her foot down. Rich reluctantly leaves their shared apartment, unlocking his bike from the bike stand out front.

He doesn't understand why Chloe hates his bike so much. It's the perfect height, with bright red paint. Sure, the paint is chipping and it's starting to rust, but it still sparkles like no other bike. Sure, Rich can't actually ride it to the shop because he knows the bike will break, but it's still the best bike he has ever known.

Since him and Chloe live very close to the town centre, it takes him less than ten minutes to walk there.

The bike shop (named Wheely Good) is painted light green with two big windows at the front. Rich stands outside the shop a little dumbfounded. He has never gone to a bike shop ever. He bought his own bike from a guy on the side of the road. Is he supposed to bring the bike in, or leave it outside? Can his bike even fit through the doors?

"Excuse me?" A voice cuts into his deep thinking.

A twinky boy stands at the shop doorway, looking slightly concerned.
"Sorry you've been standing outside for twenty minutes- are you okay?"

"Yep I'm good" Rich snaps back to reality. "I'm here to get my bike serviced but I've never been serviced before"

"Wheel your bike in, I'll have someone take a look at it" the boy holds open the door as Rich takes his bike in.

The shop smells like clean rubber and a little bit of oil. Bikes are everywhere- and I mean everywhere. The boy (who's name tag reads Jeremy) steps off to the side behind a counter.

He presses a button, speaking into a little microphone.
"Jakey D" he says over the PA. "Got a bike coming your way"

Jeremy looks to Rich, gesturing to the back corner of the shop.
"Jake will take a look at it for you. If he's playing Candy Crush on his phone instead of working, threaten to shove the phone up his butt for me"

"Can do" Rich  says.

He navigates through the bike racks, coming to what looks like someone's garage. There are tools on the walls and floor and other bike-y things that Rich can't identify.

A guy sits on a chair. He wears a black t-shirt that slightly hugs his body, showing off his athletic physique. His hair is tucked into a backwards blue cap.

"The guy at the counter told me to shove your phone up your ass if you're playing on it" Rich says to get his attention.

The guy- who's called Jake according to Jeremy, immediately breaks into laughter. His eyes scrunch up and he throws his head back.

"Wow I hope you don't take him up on that offer" Jake gets to his feet, shoving his phone in his pocket. Rich was not prepared for how tall Jake is. He feels dwarfed, like, more than usual.

'I would definitely take him up on that offer' Rich thinks.

"So, what can I do for your bike?" Jake asks.

"Yeah my roommate says that it needs a full service" Rich passes the bike over to Jake who whistles.

"'Full service' is an understatement" Jake props the bike up on a stand, examining it. He pulls on things and looks up close, muttering to himself every now and again.

"Yeah okay. Okay" he turns to Rich (who finally realised just how tight Jake's shirt is).
"I'll be able to fix this bike up better than you've ever seen it- and that's the Dillinger guarantee. Give me to the end of the week and it'll be fixed"

Jake smiles at him, making Rich smile back.

"Yeah no problem" Rich says.

"Be sure to pop by if you have any other bike problems"

Rich leaves the store. His chaotic bisexual heart pounds in his chest. He smiles all the way home.

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The end of the week doesn't come fast enough. Rich Googled Wheely Good's opening times, but figured that he shouldn't go in right as it opens. He waits until twelve noon, putting on his cleanest hoodie with a little dab of cologne.

He steps into the store and his confidence washes out of him. He's never collected a bike before. Does he just go down to Jake and take it? God someone should've prepared him on this.

"Hey- you look lost again" Jeremy says at the counter.

Rich looks to him with an awkward smile.
"This store is huge, it's hard to not get lost. Anyways, Im here to pick up my bike"

Jeremy nods, beckoning Rich over. He starts tapping at his laptop as Rich looks around the aesthetically pleasing store.
Jeremy finishes typing before pressing a button and speaking into a microphone.

"Come in Jakey D" he says over the PA. "Got a code red collecting his bike"

Rich raises an eyebrow.
"Code red?"

Jeremy just smiles knowingly.
"Jake can explain it to you"

Rich walks to the back of the store, where he's greeted by Jake holding his refurbished bike.
"You see? The Dillinger guarantee never fails"

"Thank you very much. It looks great"

Jake goes to hand the bike over, but stops himself.
"She"

"Pardon?"

"Bikes are like boats. Well, I think they're like boats. Bikes are shes" Jake explains.

"Oh- I didn't know that. Should she have a name? Do people name their bikes?"

"Some do. What do you want to name yours?" Jake asks.

Rich blanks. He has met girls. He knows girls. Why can't he think of a single name.
"Britta" he lands on.

"Unusual. I like it" Jake rolls the back over to Rich. As soon as he gets it in his hands, he can feel the difference. The wheels feel like they're actually attached to the bike, the seat has obviously been replaced and the whole thing just looks straightened out.

"Thanks man, you did a great job" Rich smiles. He stops before walking away.

"Just one more thing- what does 'code red' mean?"

Jake's eyes go wide, and his mouth parts.
"I uh- . . . it's just a little thing Jeremy and I say. Don't think about it too much"

With a confused nod, Rich returns to the counter to pay. Jeremy stops him from taking out his wallet.
"Don't worry I'll put it on your tab" he says.

"My tab?"

"Just in case you come back- who knows what'll happen to your bike" Jeremy always speaks like he knows how the world will end. Rich doesn't like it. It's too omniscient.

Rich leaves the store and wheels his bike down the street. Wait. Why is his wheeling? He can ride his bike again!

Rich climbs onto the smooth seat, pressing on the pedals and riding down the street. The new gears creak a little, but move smoothly. The road dips into hill, steadily getting steeper. Quickly, Rich is speeding down the hill without even having to pedal. He spreads open his legs, grinning as he whoops in excitement.
He. Has. Missed. This.

He approaches the bottom of the hill, feet on the pedals, ready to cross the road. He reaches flat ground and is meters away from the end of the footpath. A car drives onto the road.

With a screech, Rich yanks his bike to the side to avoid the car. This ends with Rich skidding onto the pavement, his leg getting caught in the bike and his head hitting the pavement. The car keeps driving by as if a boy didn't nearly smack into it.

Rich groans, lifting his upper body from the ground. His head throbs and his leg aches. He slowly takes his leg out of the bike, thankful that it isn't broken. He can't say the same thing about his bike. He twisted so far and landed so hard that the front wheel has come off.

Rich sighs. His head pounds and his body creaks and pain shoots through his limbs and now he has to walk back to the bike shop?

Just because he has to walk back, doesn't mean he's going to enjoy it.

The door to Wheely Good opens again. This time, Jeremy isn't at the counter. Must be on his break or something. Rich limps straight to the back of the store, wheel in one hand and bike in the other.

Jake has his back to him as he tinkers with a bright yellow bike. Rich stays silent for a second and he realises just how attractive a back can be.

"Hey- sorry. The wheel kinda came off my bike, I was wondering if I could leave it with you again"

"Hmm?" Jake turns to Rich before double taking. "Oh my god are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good. My bike isn't though"

Jake takes the bike and wheel from Rich, lying them gently against the wall. He goes back to Rich, wincing at the head wound.

"May I? That gash really needs to be cleaned" Jake says, looking a little pale.

"Psshhhaw. It's not that bad"
Rich touches the wound, making him hiss. When he draws his hand back, there's blood on his fingertips.
"Huh. I guess it is that bad"

"Please let me clean the wound" Jake practically pleads.
"It looks like it might need stitches"

"I mean- if you insist"

Jake gestures for him to sit down on a chair next to his work bench. As Rich sits, Jake vanishes for a few minutes, only to reappear with a towel and bowl of hot water.

He crouches next to Rich, dabbing the town in water and gently pressing it to is head.
"What's your name?" Jake asks, creating polite conversation.

"I'm Rich Goranski, nice to meet ya"

"Jake Dillinger, and the pleasure is mine"

Rich hisses as Jake presses the towel a little harder, clutching his jeans as the wound stings.

"Sorry sorry- so do you live around here?" Jake tries to distract him.

"Mm mmm yep. My apartment is like, a twenty minute walk from here" Rich replies, scrunching one eye closed.

"Well there's a doctor's office ten minutes from here. I'll take care of your bike if you promise to take of your head" Jake stands up, putting the bowl on the table.

"Thanks for fixing it right after fixing it" Rich says, getting to his feet.

"It's no problem. I'll have it done and done in . . . two days?"

"I'll see you in two days" Rich smiles.

Then Jake smiles. Lots of smiling. Very good.

Rich leaves the store (again), stopping at the doctors office where he does need stitches. When he returns to his apartment, Chloe nearly loses her fucking mind.

"I send you out to flirt with a boy" she exclaims. "-and you come back with a hole in your fucking head?!"

"The hole in my head lead to flirting! He took care of me! It was tender as fuck!" Rich protests.

Rich ends up going to be early- by that I mean he goes to bed before 4am. But as he lies in bed, he can't stop smiling. For the life of him, he can't fucking stop.

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I swear, I didn't want this to be a two part chapter. But there's a lot more I wanna include and I don't want my chapters to be too long

Anyways, I hope ya'll are having a great pride month! Be sure to request other ships you'd like to see
(As I'm writing this, I'm also writing more Boardwalk Boys, Dramatical Theatre, Spicy Bi's and Pins and Patches)

Also requests what kind of one shots you'd like to see. Fluff? Angst? Smut? AU's? Soulmate au's? Gimme requests I'm uncreative

I love you!
- Avery