He finds the right room and knocks quickly. Impatience thrums through his body from the knuckles against the wood all the way down to his foot, tapping the carpet. He knocks again. Then again.
What the fuck is taking Thomas so long?
The door finally,finallyopens and the Frenchman stares bleary eyed up at him. “It is so late.”
“It’s only midnight,” Sam scoffs. “You won a race today—where’s yourexcitement?”
“Mid—?Mon dieu, I was sleeping.” Thomas yawns for extra effect.
Oh no, not when Sam is already here and so,soready.
“I just got back from dinner with Lucas and his mother. We had German food, even though it sits way too heavy on my stomach and makes me all bloated and crap. I won't shit for days now. Ingrid loves me, by the way.”
“Ingrid?”
“Lucas’s mother. Keep up.”
Thomas squints like he’s still confused, but Sam barrels on.
“Guess what she said to me. Go on, guess. She told me to take care of him.Take care of him!Like I wouldn’t devote my entire life to doing so if I was given the chance. You know that, right?”
“Right,” Thomas replies on command.
“And I thought I’d have the chance tonight because we rode back to the hotel together, but he—he just left me on the tenth floor. Even though I make him laugh like,allthe time! He just left me there.”
“Ah…” Thomas opens the door wider and steps aside.
Sam bolts in and kicks off his shoes. It’s another suite, but this one has a full-ass piano in the corner.
How are they even in the same hotel?!
“Something fast, okay?” Thomas says, dragging his feet to the closed door hiding his bedroom. “Any preparation I have done is probably tight again by now.”
Thomas had prepped himself. It might’ve been hours ago, but he had done the work.
And Sam ignored his texts. Like an asshole.
Speaking of— “Can I eat your ass?”
Thomas stops in the doorframe of his bedroom. “What?”
“Eat your ass,” he repeats. “Can I?”
“But—” Thomas’s stare drops, very obviously, to Sam’s dick. “Areyou sure?”
“Yeah, I do it really well.” Now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t stop. “Even the girls think so, and they usually don’t care about butt stuff. Let me take care of you.”
“Okay, whatever.” Thomas steps out of his sweatpants as Sam follows him into the room. He doesn’t even bother to remove his shirt before climbing back into the messy bed. “If I fall asleep you can keep going.”
Well, that’s a challenge if Sam’s ever heard one.
He’s still wearing his nice dinner clothes, so he unbuttons his shirt and slips off his trousers, folding the garments carefully so he can look put together again when he leaves.
By the time he turns around, Thomas has shoved a pillow under his hips again, keeping his ass hoisted upright.
He looks enough like Lucas that Sam lets himself believe again. Just one more night where he can prove he would be so good for him. That he could take care of Lucas, treasure him,worshiphim.
He kneels behind Lucas and grasps his bare cheeks, just for a feel of him. Sam knows he’s lucky to be here, that anyone with half a brain would jump at the opportunity to get to pleasure Lucas Bauer, World Champion. He has to make it good.
