“I think you’re going to want to stay silent,” said Armand. He pointed at the screen. “See those two lines?” he asked.
There were two lines on the screen, overlaid on top of one another. One green, with a slightly shorter red one. On the otherhalf of the screen, a short loop of the pivotal moment in the race was playing. My car approached Sebastian’s, and then the video cut back again a few seconds. Again and again, I watched the approach. The red line on one side of the screen pulsed slightly, sometimes growing and sometimes contracting, but never quite reaching the same size as the green.
“What am I looking at?” I asked.
“That green line - that’s the width of your car,” said Armand. “And the red is the gap between Sebastian and the wall.”
It took me a second to process what he was trying to tell me. I watched a couple of times again as that red line stretched toward the very edges of the green, never quite making it.
“So there was never a chance,” I breathed. It was like a weight lifting off my shoulders. “Iknewit was too risky.”
“I’d stay off social media for the night if I were you, the fans are out for blood,” said Armand. “But you made the right choice. This puts us in a much better position for the American Tour.”
I finally let myself smile at him. Not only would I be second-favourite to clinch the overall title, my instincts had been right. Those weeks of watching over races with Sebastian had given me an advantage.
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to be alone with my boyfriend.
Sebastian
Icouldn’t wait to see my Theo. To talk to him, to kiss him. To bury myself inside him with him wearing…
I squeezed my cock through the thick material of my jeans.Patience. I tapped the key-card to the door and stepped into the room.
Theo was lying on the bed, and he smiled as I came in. But the smile wasn’t his usual wide, beaming, cheeky smile. It was tentative. Shy.
“You didn’t have to…you know, if it was going to make you uncomfortable,” I gestured to what he was wearing.Barely wearing.
“I wanted to, I promise. Is it weird feeling more exposed than when I’m naked?” Theo asked.
He was wearing exactly what I’d picked out for him prior to even making the bet. A neon-orange jockstrap that cupped him just right, and left his ass totally out in the open. “You look beautifully exposed,” I told him, crawling onto the bed on top ofhim and lifting his legs over my shoulders. I leaned down to kiss him, almost testing the limits of his leg stretch. I was already hard, straining against my jeans, but I kissed Theo, taking his mouth in mine as sweetly and gently as I could.
“Congratulations, European Champion,” he whispered between kisses.
“Well, you know what they say. First the worst…” I said, not sure how to approach the topic entirely. If Theo would be OK with me, withthis.
“...second gets railed into the mattress?” Theo grinned, breaking the tension.
“Something like that,” I said, leaning to kiss him again. I rubbed one hand over the fabric of his jockstrap. “Do you want to be fucked, Teodoro?”
Theo blushed. “I’m already prepped and ready,” he said. “So give it to me hard.”
My mind short-circuited. I dipped one hand towards his hole and felt it already silky with lube. “Fuck, Theo, you drive me insane,” I said. It took all my self control and one shaky hand to unzip my jeans and pull them just low enough to release myself.
I had planned on wooing Theo. On getting naked and peppering his body with kisses, and making it last. There would be time for all that later. I needed him now, and from the flush in his cheeks and lust-glazed eyes I knew my Teodoro needed the same.
I reached over to the little bottle of lube on the bed and pumped out just enough to prepare my cock, lined myself up with his entrance and looked down to watch as I sank into Theo. I knew he could take me now, we’d had enough practice, and I wasn’t as gentle as I was. I watched this eyes roll back in bliss as I sank to the hilt.
The sex was rough, and wild, and so familiar but new. I thrust into Theo again and again, and rubbed at his cock under thejockstrap until the head broke free of its confines. I pushed his legs backwards until we could kiss again, and it was like a battle between lips, tongue and teeth. And when I could feel myself reaching the end, that sweet release, I thrust so hard that I knew I’d be getting friction burns from my jeans for days.
“Fuck, Theo. I love you,” I groaned as I sank in one last time and came inside him. All it took was one lazy stroke of his cock before Theo was coming just after me, ropes landing on his stomach. I pulled out as gently as I could, but we both winced anyway. Rough in all the right ways always felt sore afterwards.
Laying next to Theo, panting and trying to catch my breath, I managed to peel my t-shirt over my head and shuffled my briefs and jeans off my bottom half. I wiped down his stomach with my t-shirt as best I could before throwing it off the bed.
“You’re meant to get undressedbeforesex,” said Theo, grinning as he curled into my side. I pulled him as close as I could. A European Championship, sex and cuddles from Theodore Tyler. Life couldn’t get much better than this.
“You’re definitely OK?” I asked him. “It can’t be easy, getting so close to a win like that.”
“It was your turn, Sebastian,” Theo chided. “I’m coming after you in America. And for every season after that. You’ve only won the battle, and I’m gonna win the war.”
