“I thought you wanted to talk.”
“Sure I do,sureI do.” Rafael’s quick, and he suddenly appears between Julien and the door. “What d’you wanna talk about?”
Who knows? Maybe the weather.
“Well, for one, I thought you were going to apologize.”
“Apologize?For what?”
“For shutting me down when I tried to help you.”
“Fine,sure.” Rafael draws back. “I’msosorry I don’t wantyourhelp withmycar.”
Even his apology is sarcastic. After his shitty performance race after race, Rafael still can’t admit he needs help.
Julien is only good enough for sexual release. “Unbelievable.” He sips his water so he doesn’t do something stupid, like throw it in Rafael’s face.
“We can disagree about what happens out on track, but we have chemistry together—you know we do.”
Julien has chemistry with men who respect him. Everyone else? Not so much.
“So, what? You expected me to show up here, shut up, and bend over? Is that what you wanted? My hole?”
There’s a blissful moment of silence before Rafael says, “I mean, you’re incredible with your mouth.”
Is it more cathartic to laugh or scream?
“Hard to talk with it full, right?”
Rafael nods slowly. He’s actually agreeing with him. The man has absolutely no shame.
Julien doesn’t need shame either. In fact?—
“Sure.”
“Really?” Rafael perks up. His tiny shot bottle slips from his grasp and topples to the carpeted floor, but he doesn’t even look at it. “I honestly didn’t think this was going so well.”
“I’m a reasonable man.” Julien’s bottle joins the shot on the floor with a little more force than he intended. He thumbs his belt and says, “You first.”
“Me what?”
“You’re going to suck my cock.” The belt buckle makes a satisfying clink when Julien slides the end through.
Rafael’s eyes widen as he stares at Julien’s hands. “You aren’t serious.”
“Oh, I am.” Julien pops the button of his trousers and Rafael flinches. “I won’t fuck anyone who doesn’t respect me. If you see me as an equal, then this will be easy for you.”
“But—” Rafael swallows. “But I’ve never done that before.”
“I have, and I hate it.” Julien grabs himself through his briefs. He’s the furthest thing from hard, but it gets the point across. “I’m smaller than you, so you’ll have an easier time than I did.”
“But I’m the man.”
“I amalsoa man. Hence the penis.” Again, he strokes his soft cock. “We’re equals.”
“This isn’t funny, Julien.”
“No. No, it fuckingisn’t, Rafael!”Julien zips himself up in a flash. His belt is harder to fasten, especially while his hands are shaking. “I’m a reserve driver, but I’m still a fucking Ferraro driver. Just like how I bottom, but I’m still a fuckingman. Why can’t you understand that?!”
