“Nah, I’m good.” Despite his exhaustion, Julien promised to stream longer tonight to make up for skipping yesterday. Besides, he could use the practice. “I figured I’d give you a quick hand and be on my way. Easy.”
Rafael stops with one shoe off and looks up. “Not just your hand, right?”
“What else do you need for a handjob?”
“Well, I already have a working hand.” Rafael half-heartedly waves with it. “I thought you were offering something… well,more. Maybe your mouth?”
Unbelievable.
Of course he’d pull a fucking bait and switch. What a smarmy little?—
“Do you honestly believe you deserve a blowjob for telling me to brake better? Thepunditstold me to brake better! None of them asked me for some stupid gratitude blowjob afterwards.”
Rafael clenches his jaw and juts his chin up. He’s no longer the boyish man batting his eyelashes under the shade of a tree, but the fierce competitor that stares down at Julien from posters that litter the city.
“It doesn’t feel as good.”
Julien scoffs. “Yeah,okay. That might work on your fangirls, but I’ve got a dick too. An orgasm is an orgasm—you can have my hand or figure it out yourself.”
To come or not to come. It’s a pretty easy choice, but Rafael just stands there and stews in his obvious frustration.
That’s decision enough. Julien isn’t so desperate to get his hand around a dick that he needs to beg for the opportunity. He turns to leave when Rafael clears his throat.
“What will it take for your mouth?”
What will it take? Julien’s never put a price tag on it before. He’s not a fan of giving blowjobs, but leverage is leverage and Julien needs a good result. “Fifth or higher in Qualifying.”
Rafael throws his free arm up. “I can’t control that!”
“You’re RafaelSouza. If you can’t help me, then what am I doing in your room?”
Rafael storms forward, forcing Julien’s face up higher. “Do you know how easy it’d be to find someone to drop to their knees for me?”
“Then do it. Get them.” With a butler on standby, he probably wouldn’t even need to leave the room. “You’re the one who asked me to be here. Don’t demand more than I’m willing to give.”
They stare at each other in silence. Julien is more than generous for even staying. Negotiations make for terrible foreplay.
“Hand today, mouth tomorrow?”
Julien almost wants to take back the offer altogether, but he nods. “Only if you actually help me. Enough to qualify fifth.”
Though Julien had difficulty all day, he’s still in the second-best car on the grid. Fifth is a reasonable enough request, especially if his race line is faster. A reserve driver qualifying fifth would be enough to make other teams take notice.
Rafael purses his lips as he considers. “Alright.”
“Alright?”
“Only because it’s Australia.” Instead of shaking on it, Rafael pops the button of his trousers with his working hand. “Forpersonal reasons, it’d be funny if you won the whole fucking thing. After this weekend, though, you’re on your own.”
“Yeah, sure, deal.” Julien rubs his hands, warming them. He hasn’t had a jerk-off session in years, but he’s gotten pretty good at practicing. “Where’s your lube?”
“I don’t have lube.”
“You don’t have—?” Jesus Christ, this is a mess. “What? Do youspit?!”
That sounds absolutely horrifying. Rafael is a grown-ass man, he should have bottles of lube at the ready.
Does heonlydo blowjobs? Does he know there are other holes available? Is big, bad Rafael actually a vir?—?
