“More!” Matt demands.
Robert growls as he drags the smaller man towards himself to the rhythm of his thrusts, pounding into him impossibly harder and quicker.
When the angle changes, Robert’s cock rams relentlessly at the spot inside that makes Matt see stars.
“Fuck!Right there, rightthere!”
Matt reaches up, bracing himself on the bedframe and uses what energy he has left to push himself down, meeting Robert with every rocking motion. He’s bouncing with it, desperate to increase the speed, to chase after his own high. He just needs a little more, just a little?—
A large, slippery hand wraps around his cock and pumps him in time with the slaps of skin against skin. Matt rises higher andhigher until he comes with a shout, shooting in ropes over his own chest.
“I’m close,” Robert pants. “Where do you want it?”
“What?” Matt’s disoriented for a moment, his arms on autopilot, continuing to push back, to meet Robert’s thrusts. “Oh, inside. Come inside me, Bobby. Fill me,please.”
“Fuck!”
Robert sets a punishing pace before he crouches over and stills, buried to the hilt. He comes with a choked sob, his cock pulsating inside of Matt, throbbing with his release.
When he finally collapses, Matt lets the weight drag both of them down, and promptly falls asleep.
After the first time they had sex, Mateo lay in bed, wide awake.
Bobby had passed out almost immediately after finishing. He snored loudly, bragging about how easy sleep came for him.
Mateo shifted, sticky and uncomfortable. His ass hurt a little, but, generally speaking, sex wasn’t too bad.
More than anything, he liked the thought of sharing himself with Bobby and taking a piece in return. Now he owned this special part of his best friend, his partner in crime, his first love.
But was it enough?
Did Mateo like sex more than racing?
He knew the answer. He had known what the answer would be even before they booked the room at the airport hotel—before they whispered promises of one last night together before jetting off to separate Form 4 teams. One last night before they became rivals.
Mateo had known it would be the end of them—in more ways than one.
But Bobby had laid him down so gently. He whisperedsilly little things about how they could make it work. About future rendezvous at races. About competing in Form 1 together.
Despite everything, Mateo had listened. He had let the dream take root deep,deepinside him—even deeper than where Bobby could physically reach.
He let those fleeting thoughts grab a hold of his lungs, choking him until he convinced himself they could make it work. They could have both each other and their racing careers.
He came on his back. Then he came back to his senses.
Mateo’s suitcase was already packed, and it took no effort to drag it through their hotel door without waking Bobby.
He pressed the elevator button until it arrived and slumped over in the confined space once the doors closed. The walls were mirrored, so he kept his eyes squeezed shut.
He didn’t need to face himself. Didn't need to see any amount of hesitancy there. Any little thing could’ve convinced him to turn around—to run back to the room and dive into Bobby’s sleepy embrace.
Though it was the middle of the night, the airport was a liminal space where a teenager in sweats with hastily wiped cum still drying on his stomach could blend in with a crowd of other haggard travelers.
The line for the ticket counter was short, but every minute he spent in it was another minute to worry about his plan. What if they didn’t have any other flights? What if—after all of the effort it took for Mateo to leave—he and Bobby still shared a row on the same plane?
That sounded like fate.
When it was his turn, Mateo stepped up to the counter and gave his information.
