Thomas blows a raspberry. “Ferraro does not need Red Boar secrets, we have our own.” After a pause he adds, “I do not mind blindfolds.”
Sam doesn’t miss the implication. “I like your eyes. I want you to see me.”
I don’t want you to think of him anymore, he doesn’t say.
Thomas nods slowly. “I want that too.”
He wants it too. He wants to look at Sam during sex. He wants to know who’s fucking him, that he isn’t Rafael.
Sam may be spent, but his cock still gives an interested twitch. “You can send me your room number for tonight. If you’re still up for it, I mean.”
“Not sick of me yet?”
Sam shakes his head. “And you’re forgiven. Or whatever.”
“Bien.” Thomas stands up and offers him his hands.
“You speak Spanish too?” All this time?
“It is French.” Thomas hauls him upright, off the mattress. He’s pretty strong for a little guy. “It means ‘good’.”
“I think you’re lying to me.” Sam pulls his Nomex back up and fixes Thomas’s hair. “I reckon you’ve been lying to everyone and you’re actually Spanish.”
Thomas lets out an offended gasp. “Je suis français!”
“I’m sorry,no hablo español.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Lucas’s voice cuts through their argument, causing both men to look up.
Sam hadn’t noticed his door opening. “He’s here to finish the job!” He exclaims, pointing at Thomas. “Get ‘im before he breaks my bones!”
“That is not funny!” Thomas hisses.
“I was just stopping by to see how you were.” Though Lucas is speaking to Sam, his gaze stays trained on Thomas. “But I see you have company?”
Thomas doesn’t answer, so Sam says, “Yeah, he was just apologizing. It’s cool.”
“That is good.” Lucas’s eyes travel down, likely taking in their disheveled appearances. “I can see your penis.”
It’s just some bush and a bit of the shaft, but Sam should definitely hide that before he walks through the garage. “Oh, thanks.”
Hopping in place, Sam pulls the Nomex underwear up. He layers the bottom of the shirt over it, stretching for extra coverage. After zipping his race suit to his waist, Sam presents himself. “Well?”
“No more penis.”
Sam laughs. “I promise, it’s definitely still there. Alright, Big Toe. Ready?”
“Yes,” Thomas says to the back of Sam’s shoulder. His face is bright red, but that’ll probably fade by the time he’s back in familiar surroundings.
Lucas steps out of the doorway, letting the other drivers pass. “Be careful.”
The words almost sound ominous, but Sam shrugs. “I don’t want a lecture from Adam any more than you do.”
Lucas disappears into his own room and Sam turns to Thomas. “Let’s get you back to the paddock.”
He drapes an arm around the smaller driver, keeping him close in case he decides to run off and steal all of their data. It’s a very real concern of his.
“Has Lucas ever said anything about me?”
