Please note this story has adult themes, therefore, at times, there will be sexual content between two consenting adults. If you are uncomfortable with reading smut, please do not go further. Content warnings will be posted when needed.

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"I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn't like you, I lusted for you." 

- The Viscount Who Loved Me

Sam

I couldn't contain my excitement as I drove through the tunnel to the infield at Daytona. It was finally the start of the racing season, albeit testing, but still. It was so close I could almost smell the wear and tear of rubber and fuel spilling out onto the garage floor as they prepared the cars.

I could almost hear the roar of thunder as cars drafted off of each other, the loud pop when engines are cut or turned on.

My fingers were itching to get back behind the wheel. Racing ran through my blood, my veins were on fire from the overwhelming need to press down the pedal and go as fast as I could. The zip of my firesuit couldn't come fast enough, nor the flip of the switch to bring life to my car.

I needed to get out on the track like I needed air to breathe.

I was fucking giddy by the time I got to the garage. I had my firesuit and helmet in hand as I went straight to the hauler. I stood outside of it, looking at my name in bright, white letters with Jr. Motorsports on the side. I couldn't believe I had my own NASCAR hauler. I've had a few in ARCA and trucks, but they were never mine. My dream was finally coming alive and nothing could wipe off this huge fucking smile on my face.

"Look at what the cat dragged in." I turned around when I heard the one voice I shouldn't be so familiar with. I turned to my right to see no other than Ty Gibbs staring at me with a fucking smirk on his face. My eyes narrowed in on him in that black Monster firesuit of his and that all too blonde hair sticking out from beneath his hat. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed and turned away from me, going back into his hauler.

I let out a long steady breath as I continued into my own hauler to change and to forget about the one person that I loathed.

Ty fucking Gibbs.

The prodigal grandson of Joe Gibbs. I wish I could say he's only here because of who he's related to, but the fucker could drive and he knows it. However, I didn't expect to see him. I looked over the entry list for this weekend and was surprised to see he was missing... not like I fucking cared. But I knew the 54 car was not on that list and Brandon Jones was supposed to test instead. However, as I look around, his hauler was mysteriously missing.

Regardless, I'm tired of Ty always being in my way; making sure I had to fight for my wins, to fight to even pass him on track. He was always on my ass and pushing me out of the way when he wanted by. He didn't fucking care who was in front of him as long as they moved to the side for him, almost like he expected it.

But I wasn't going to let him. I made him fucking work for it and because of that, he would get pissed when I gloated at my wins or the fact that I won a championship in ARCA before him while he mocked me in the background with his lousy ass wins.

Ty Gibbs wished he was as good as me and he never will.

I smiled to myself when I glanced in the mirror. I had so much more going for me than he did at this moment and Ty fucking knew that.

"Time to show him what a true champ looks like on track." I smiled to myself at this notion. Ty Gibbs wishes he was as good as me; winning championships, getting elite rides, having fangirls fawning over him. Bet the boy can't even fuck as good as I can, making the fangirls cream instantly and begging for more. The fucker probably couldn't even keep it up and comes the moment he sees tits.

I laughed loudly as I walked out of the hauler at that thought. He was such a pansy ass kid who had nothing on me.

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Ty

I narrowed my eyes at Sam as he strutted out of the hauler like a goddamn idiot. He acted like he owned the place and everyone should worship the ground he walked on.

Fuck him.

Just because you win a championship and a few races don't mean you're shit. Boy is lucky the driver Dale Jr. had lined up and backed out at the last second to allow Mayer to go full-time in Xfinity this year. The boys are going to eat him alive. ARCA is shit compared to the real deal.

I laughed to myself at this as I walked to my car. That boy has nothing on me. Not a famous last name, not the pride that comes with being a Gibbs. He doesn't have a top-tier ride waiting for him the moment I'm experienced enough to get into Cup. Fuck Sam and his stupid-ass ARCA and Truck rides. He's going to fail this year and not amount to anything this year and I couldn't fucking wait.

"See you cried to Daddy enough and he gave you this fucking ride. Why don't you earn your keep around here and actually win something?" I turned around and cringed, seeing Sam leaning up against his car with his arms folded. I didn't even realize his team was set up next to ours.

Fuck.

"Fuck you, Sam, you don't know shit." He had the audacity to laugh at me.

"Bet you weren't even coming to this testing session and begged your granddaddy to come. Bet you didn't even have anything lined up. I saw you delete everything offline." I balled my fists as he spoke, realizing the words he was saying were semi-true.

I wasn't going to come to this test session, not until I raised my voice about it. Told my crew chief that this would be a good idea, to get our feet wet before coming in cold for the first race of the season. I almost had to BEG for it, which I hated to do.

I deleted everything off of Instagram for a reason, one of which I wasn't going to tell anyone about.

"Stalk much?"

"Just pointing out facts. I would delete everything too if I was a Gibbs."

"Fuck you, Mayer."

"You wish, baby boy." I stared in disbelief as Sam winked at me and then walked away to talk to his crew.

I stood there staring at him and tried to ignore the fact that those words did something for me and that fucking wink...

NO!

I blinked out of my haze and shook my head. I was not going to go down that road and how Sam saying that to me was an absolute fucking turned on.

Shit.

I readjusted my firesuit and climbed into my car, ready to get out there on the track. Now was not the time to think about Sam Mayer and how much I absolutely wanted him to fuck me.