The waiter brought over the wine, and Theo tasted it without letting go of my hand. “That’s great, thank you,” he said. The waiter poured us a glass each, and still Theo held on to me.
“Is this OK for you?” I asked, twitching my hand under his for emphasis.
“It is,” he said. “We’re together. If we keep trying to hide, it’ll only come out in a way neither of us want it to.”
I was conscious of eyes on us from other patrons at the bar, and that some of them had phones in their hands. But I just held Theo’s hand as casually as I could, and enjoyed my evening. In the corner, a beautiful woman had set herself up on a stool and was tuning her guitar.
As Budapest darkened, lights flickered on around us, giving the bar an ambiance. And as we talked and laughed and the world around us grew colder, we took our second bottle of wine over to a corner sofa and found a blanket to drape over ourselves. Theo rested his head on my chest, and I found peace. I hoped that, no matter what happened on the race track, we could find out own little oasis in the middle of it all.
Little did I know that whole idea would be flipped upside down well before the season was over.
Theo
Krakow
Sebastian was always beautiful in the morning light. The way that the sunlight caught his dark lashes, and gave his tanned skin an even warmer glow. The sun, low in the sky and rising, made the valleys and bumps of his chest and stomach muscles even more apparent. I trailed one finger down his chest and stomach, feeling the smooth contours of his skin and the scratch of his body hair. He was breathing slowly, still dozing.
I let my hand sneak downward further under the covers, to brush against his hard length. He was going to wake up with some serious morning wood. I checked the clock on the bedside table. It was 8:30am, I still had a little time before I had to be at team base for briefing. It was race day, after a gruelling but ultimately successful practice and qualification day for the both of us.
With carefully practiced heaviness, so as to wake him slowly, I nipped at his jawline, then kissed my way down his neck andover his chest tattoo. Sebastian groaned, eyes fluttering but not yet opening wide. I dragged my tongue through his chest hair and down his stomach, nipping every now and then at the skin to leave tiny, temporary marks. I manoeuvred myself down so that I was level with his cock and rubbed at his thighs and the sensitive skin near his balls.
Sebastian’s eyes finally fluttered open as I nuzzled at his pubes, taking in the natural sweet smell of him. “Good morning,” he muttered quietly, still not totally alert.
In reply, I grinned, took his cock in my hand and touched my lips to the tip before taking him as deep as I could. Sebastian’s hand came to rest in my hair, not pushing me or controlling the rhythm, just one of those little intimacies that made sleepy morning sex all that much better.
I took my time, loving the way his cock filled my mouth completely. I loved pulling sleepy groans from my gorgeous lover. I laid my head on his lower stomach as I continued to suck him down, to free one hand to stroke myself lazily too. When Sebastian gripped at my hair that tiny bit tighter and I saw his balls tighten up to his body, I knew he was close, and accelerated to match him.
When we came, we came together, with quiet groans. I swallowed the salty taste of him as I came across the expensive hotel sheets and his leg, and didn’t come up for air until Sebastian’s groans turned a little pained at the oversensitivity.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” said Sebastian, beckoning me up for a quick kiss. I laid my head back on his chest.
“You were taking way too long to wake up,” I teased. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
“You being this happy today doesn’t have anything to do with how well yesterday’s qualifying went for you, did it?” Sebastian asked with a smile. Krakow’s race circuit was famously tricky,with sharp hairpin turns and very few long straights. Perfect for my skill set and car.
He swung his legs off the bed and signalled for me to follow him into the bathroom. It seemed Remini had paid for the most expensive hotel in Krakow, because his shower was massive and had all the mod-cons. We stepped under the spray together and helped to wash each other down. When we had started this relationship, I knew the sex would be good. I knew how we gelled as friends. But I had no idea how these simple intimacies would make me feel. How even after the bad races, Sebastian’s touch could cool my head and make me feel safe and cocooned from everything out there. In the back of my mind, I knew we were competitors. But Sebastian and Theo on track could, for the most part, separate themselves from Sebastian and Theo in the bedroom.
Once the shower was shut off and we’d dried off, I started to get dressed.
“Leaving so soon?” Sebastian teased, laying naked on the bed and playing with his mostly soft cock.
“I cannot believe Remini let you lay in on a day like this,” I muttered. “Ten-thirty call time my arse.”
“ZX are working you like a dog,” Sebastian grinned.
“We’ll see whose strategy works out on the day,” I replied. “May the best man win.”
“I inte-” Sebastian started predictably, so I lunged at the bed to shut him up with a kiss.
“We will seelater,” I said. “Anyway. What’s your punishment going to be when you lose today, I wonder?”
“Punishment?” Sebastian scoffed, leaving up to peck me on the lips again. “Are you saying bottoming was a punishment for you? Or going on a date in Budapest?”
I hesitated. “You know what, you’re totally right, Mr García. We’ve come a long way from lifelong tattoos and embarrassing t-shirts, and that needs to change.”
“I was not complaining!” Sebastian protested, trying to push up. But I had the leverage, straddling him as I was, and pushed him back down.
“Whoever loses today is going to post the gushiest, most grovelling social media congratulations to the winner,” I said. “I’m talking love hearts,best driver ever,lots of fancy words about how good they are.”
