I shook my head like I was trying to get rid of an annoying wasp. Whatever happened, whether I came first or twentieth in the race, I was ninety percent sure I’d be the one getting fucked. So coming first really wouldn’t be an impediment to Sebastian coming inside me.
I grinned at my own internal humour as the lights lit up ahead. One, two, three, four, five.
Engines grumbled, roared as we all teased the bite of the clutch. For a second that felt forever, we all waited.
And then the lights were off, and my foot was off the brake pedal, pressing down on the accelerator. It might have been the best race start of my life as I shot past Burnham, Savage, Schester. And in my line of sight, there he was. García.
But we were all still too close as we approached the first bend in the track. I nudged my wheel to the right and tried to carve out my own space on the racing line, but Max Burnham had caught up again and was jostling for room. Whichever of us was behind at the apex of the curve would have to give up the space, and I was determined that wouldn’t be me.
I was so focused on Max that I hadn’t noticed the car on my left until their wheel bumped mine, almost making me careen intoMax. Much as I wanted to race, I knew it was too risky. And it was better to drop a place or two than to risk losing everything to a burst tyre.
I tapped the brake, dropping back. Max drove ahead, and so did the black Remini car that had tapped me. Frankie Jenkins. I waved my middle finger at him to show my frustration, but kept my place behind him in the pack. “The nepo baby just tapped me at the corner,” I growled into my driver comms, knowing it would get picked up by the TV crews.
“We’re looking into it, Theo. Just keep your cool,”replied my race manager.
I took a sip from the water tube in my helmet rather than reply. I was keeping my cool. I was so, so cool.
The race was hard-fought. I’d battled my way up from eighth to fifth, then back to seventh, but Frankie and Max were still ahead of me, and I couldn’t get my car to catch up on the straights so spent most of the time defending against the cars behind me. I found myself willing for Frankie to make one of his usual mistakes. But he never did. Typical, that I was caught up in the one perfect race that Frankie Jenkins had ever had.
By the time I crossed the finish line, I was sweating more than usual. And stressed. Normally I felt elation on finishing a race, but not this time. I felt like I could have done so much better. If I’d just been able to push that little bit further…I was dreading the debrief. Dreading the interviews with the media. Dreading seeing other people on the podium. I disconnected my comms before my racing manager could say anything. I couldn’t handle his consternation. And if he was feeling sympathetic, I could handle that even less.
I finished my post-race lap and pulled into the entrance of the pit lane. Ahead, I could see the cars that had pulled into the bays reserved for podium finishes. A familiar black car withSebastian’s driver number on the back was in second place. My stomach did a little flip and I did my best to feel happy for him.
I looked up at the scoreboard, broadcasting for the crowd to see. There was Sebastian, in second, and me in…sixth? I allowed myself a tiny grin. Frankie Jenkins had a five-second penalty against his name, which had pushed me one space up the leaderboard. Takethat.
Despite my poor mood, I stuck around to watch Sebastian’s podium. He really deserved to be at the top of his game. I just wouldn’t let him beat me to win the European Tour. I was going to be champion, and to do that I would need to be at the top of my game.
Sebastian
There was a knock at the door. “Esta abierto!” I shouted, praying it was Theo arriving at exactly the time he had promised.
The door squeaked open, and Theo entered the room, looking as beautiful as ever in a casual but very expensive denim jumpsuit. And then Theo’s eyes widened at the sight of me and he descended into a fit of the giggles upon seeing my attire. Or rather, my one very particular piece of attire on an otherwise naked body.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“What if it hadn’t been me?” he replied. He leaned over to lock the door and then crawled onto the bed beside where I was laying. He trailed one finger down my chest, through the chest hair and over the tattoo, over my belly-button and making me wriggle so much that the ZX Computing race cap I’d positioned between my legs almost dislodged itself entirely.
“Where did you get this?” Theo asked, swiping the cap off my groin and putting it on his head.
I reached up to turn the cap backwards, then pulled him down into a kiss. “Bargain bin,” I joked when I had finally had my fill.
“You bastard,” Theo grumbled, but that didn’t stop him coming in for another kiss. I reached for the buttons on his denim jumpsuit, undoing them until I could let my hands roam over his body. We kissed slowly, lazily, as my cock inflated to full mast and Theo slowly let the denim outfit fall from his shoulders. My hands roamed the nearly hairless body of his, until I could sneak one down through his dark blonde pubes to wrap around his cock.
Theo’s kisses stuttered for a moment, like I’d momentarily short-circuited his brain. I pulled on his hard cock, freeing it from the confines of the bottom half of his jumpsuit.
“So…about our bet,” Theo muttered against my lips. “What is it you want to do? You’re in charge, remember.”
“Idoremember, Theodore. And I need you to get out of this outfit before I rip some very expensive denim at the seams.”
Theo’s hands were fumbling with the waist of his jumpsuit in seconds, and it made a dullthumpas he threw it at the wall.
“Now, Teodoro, I am going to ask you to suck my cock. And I need you to straddle my face. Can you do that?”
“We’re sixty-nineing again? That a kink of yours?” asked Theo. “Because if that’s all we’re gonna do, I will need to employ a man who takes care of my other needs.”
I swatted at his ass as he did what he was told anyway. “You just be a good boy and I will focus on the logistics of what we’re going to do.”
Theo put himself in the position that I’d asked, with his cock hanging over my face, and then I felt his lips close around the head of my cock.
