“You'resureyou’re completely healed?” Julien asks, his lips against Rafael’s.
“Not hoping to steal my car again in Monaco, are you?”
Julien grins and shakes his head. The motion bumps the tip of his cold nose back and forth over Rafael’s. “I was hoping you would put your arms to good use.”
“You were?”
Slowly,soslowly, Rafael pushes himself up until he hovers over Julien. His shoulder muscles bulge under the weight. “I thought you liked to be in control.”
His words fall as warm air against Julien’s neck, and he punctuates it with a wet kiss, his tongue lavishing the sensitive area as he waits for a reply.
Julien turns his head away, extending his neck and urging the older man to continue his ministrations. “I might be willing to relinquish some control to you.”
“You might?” Rafael grumbles against his throat. He rolls his hips forward as his cock begins to fill out.
Julien rocks up to meet him on the next thrust. “I trust you.”
It’s easier to say when it’s the truth.
Julien groans as he’s shaken awake by his shoulder. He pushes back against the warm limb and flips his pillow to the colder side.
Still, the limb persists. “Youralarm.”
Huh. Yeah, there’s a soft vibration coming from somewhere.
Julien pats around and tries to find his phone without opening his eyes. Once he feels the device, he taps the screen until it shuts up.
“That just snoozes it,” Rafael mumbles. “Turn it off. It’s like, two a.m.”
Two a.m.—Julien’s new normal. “Fuck.” He pushes himself upright and presses his palms into his eyeballs. Still, his head throbs. “I’m fuckin’ hung over.”
“No shit. You drank a bottle of wine with dinner. Go back to sleep. Plane won’t leave ‘til noon.”
Rafael’splane doesn’t leave until noon.
Julien moans again and slips out of the warm bed. He can’t see shit, but he can tell he’s still completely naked. “Where’re my clothes?”
“If this is you sneaking out, you suck at it.” Rafael turns the bedside lamp on and Julien hisses at the sudden light. “What’s the hurry?”
“I gotta be on the team bus by three.” Julien grabs his shirt and shrugs it back on. “It’d be cool to shower first.”
Especially since his ass is still slick with lube. As he searches the room, Rafael’s cum slowly leaks out of him, trailing between his cheeks. He’s also sore, but a shower can only fix so much.
“Why would you take the team bus?”
“I’m a reserve driver again.” Jeans located, but no underwear. It’s probably in the sheets somewhere. “I fly commercial with the rest of the team now.”
“Just fly with us. We’re all going to the same place.” Rafael’s exposed chest is extra tan and brawny compared to the thinwhite covers pooled around his waist. It’s hard to say no to all of thatanda warm bed.
“I’m actually going back to the factory. I gotta run the sim, finalize the set-up, and do whatever else I can to get us prepared for next weekend.”
Julien can suffer without his underwear, he’s just going downstairs. He zips himself up carefully, much more awake now that his bits are in danger of getting caught.
“Oh. Right.”
“Besides, it’s a hierarchy thing. If a reserve driver gets to take the private plane, the engineers and strategists should too.” Plus nearly everyone else. Most of the team does more at the track than Julien does as a reserve. “It’s fine, I know what I signed up for.”
With socks and shoes on, Julien’s finally ready to go. He pops back over to the bed and gives Rafael a quick peck on the lips. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you in Monaco.”
