Babe?
…
Babe?!
“Hey, Julien!” During the driver’s parade, Owain slides up next to the reserve driver. Between the wind and the other drivers chatting in such a confined space, it’s hard to hear anything, but the Welsh driver powers through. “Thanks for crashing yesterday—got my first points of the season ‘cause of you.”
“Thank Sam, he did all the work.”
“Yeah, I definitely will.” Owain gives a half-hearted wave to the grandstands as they ride past, and Julien follows suit. “So, how is Rafael doing? He getting any better?”
“Good?” Julien can’t remember him saying any different. “I mean, I don’t think he’s getting worse.”
“Yeah, that’s good. I miss him, though.”
“I’ll tell him you said so.”
Even though Owain probably has his own working phone.
“You should come out with us when he gets his arm back!” Back? Where is it now? “I swear, the hottest girls flock to him. Not that I can’t pull without him or anything, but man, it helps when he’s there.”
“Yeah? Good to know.” Julien doesn’t want to hear about the sexual exploits of his fuck-buddy-slash-racing-tutor, but okay. “Do men throw themselves at him too? Or is his aura women-specific?”
“Huh, I never thought about that.” The truck approaches another grandstand and the duo wave subconsciously. “I was pretty sure Thomas had a thing for him, though.”
“Thomas?” Julien repeats. “Like, my brother?”
“Yeah, but they could just be super close teammates. I’m not saying your brother is gay or anything! But, you know how it can be out on the road.”
But Thomasisgay.
Is he gay for Rafael?
Did Julien blow his brother’s fling yesterday?! Has Rafael’s dick been in?—?
Oh no.
Julien pokes his head up and looks around. Thomas is on the far end of the truck, huddled close to Sam. Hopefully he’s giving him some amount of shit for crashing into his brother.
“I’ve gotta go… talk about Ferraro’s strategy.” That wasn’t even subtle.
“Hey!” Owain calls out after him. “Don’t tell ‘im I said anything.”
When Julien reaches his brother, he pointedly glares at Sam before asking,“Can we talk in private?”
“English in front of Samuel, please.”
“I don’t want to talk in front ofSamuel. That’s why I said‘en privé’.”
After a quick glance up to Sam, Thomas asks, “Is it about the race? Or Ferraro’s strategy?”
“No, but?—”
“Then in English, please.”
“Fine.” Julien steels himself with a deep breath. “Have you and Rafael ever fucked?”
Thomas stumbles before spitting out,“Why would you ever ask me that in public?! People can hear!”
