This chapter gets graphic so you can skip it if you're not cool with smut. That's all this chapter has, really, so don't worry about missing anything.

"Took you long enough." The blond was sitting on the counter when Kirishima entered. He looked like some sort of bad boy movie star or rock star in that leather jacket and Kirishima felt all words leave him.
"We gonna do this or are you going to just stand there?" The blond hopped down from the counter, placing a hand on his hip.
"I...uh...how are we..." God, he was more nervous than he had ever been. This wasn't something he had ever done before. Hookups just weren't his style.
"You've never done this before, have you?"
"I mean...not with a stranger."
"So, so do you want to back out?"
"No. I want to do this." Even though he didn't know why. Something was drawing him to this guy more than anybody ever had.
"Then come on." Spikes grabbed his arm, pulling him into the furthest bathroom stall from the door. He closed it behind him and knocked the toilet seat down with his foot.
Kirishima felt like his body was on fire when their lips met. Everything was hot and messy and so damn good. His heart had never beat in a rhythm quite like this and his skin hadn't tingled in the same way in his entire life.
"You're really good at this." He panted when their lips parted and the blond's kisses moved down. He parted from Kirishima's body just long enough to mutter his reply.
"I've had practise."
He nudged the redhead forward until his back was against the stall door, then proceeded to unbuckle his pants. 
Kirishima closed his eyes when the other tugged his pants and underwear onto the floor. He savoured the feeling of this guy's hands and then his mouth exploring a place very few had been.
He tried to keep as quiet as possible, knowing that this was a public place and that they could get in big shit if they were caught doing this. He couldn't help but let a few grunts escape however.
He was surprised at how quickly he finished. The blond seemed to be as well. He swallowed it with a grimace, standing back.
"That was great..." Kirishima whispered.
The blond shrugged stuffing his hands in his pockets. He pulled his phone out, turning it on.
"Shit. I didn't realize it was so late." He muttered. "I've got to get home."
"Oh...damn...can I walk you to the door?" Kirishima pulled up his pants, crossing his arms.
"If you want." The blond shrugged. "I'm not stopping you."
"Cool!"
The two walked out of the bathroom and through the club, coming out onto the street where a sleek black motorcycle sat.
"This is yours?"
"Yeah."
"Nice."
He slipped his helmet onto his head and swung his leg over the seat.
"See ya around, then."
Kirishima nodded as the bike started up.
"Wait..." The redhead shouted over the sound of the motor, "what's your name?"
The blond said something, but Kirishima couldn't hear it over the sound of the bike and through the screen of the helmet.
"What? Can you repeat that?"
But the bike was already taking off before he could get his response.