Content Warning:
[Detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

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Ty

Avoiding Sam for the rest of the day was impossible when his car was right next to mine in the garage. For the most part, I stayed in my car and ignored him, but my eyes always betrayed me.

The way his black firesuit hugged him the right way, to when he was talking to a crew member, smiling and laughing as he described his car out on track. I hated how my body reacted to his smile. I shouldn't even find him attractive! I was straight.

Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I liked girls, dated them, and fooled around with them. Had a hot fling recently with someone older that ended in disaster. However, something about Sam had me longing for him. I don't know if it was the fact that fans flocked to him or that he was in a really good Xfinity ride.

Did I want that? Or did I want Sam?

I sighed, rolling over in bed thankful the day was over. We had a great testing session today, just to tune up the car and dust off cobwebs. It felt so good to get behind the wheel again. I've missed it so much. But I miss drafting even.

I pulled up Twitter, posting a photo I snapped earlier in the car.

TyGibbs_: Anyone want to draft? #Daytona

Not even a moment later I got a retweet from the last person I expected.

Sam_Mayer_: Count me in #Draftpartners

I couldn't believe he just quote tweeted me. Sam doesn't even follow me... nor do I follow him. Why was he so quick to reply? Was he on my page for some reason? Or was he in the Daytona tag? Either way, it got me excited at the prospects of drafting and I know he's good at it.

Just like he's good at turning you on.

I rolled my eyes at my inner thoughts. Now was not the time to think about him and how much he annoys the fuck out of me. Frustration was an understatement for how I felt towards him.

I didn't hesitate one bit to reply to him.

TyGibbs_: 3 wide middle

I waited to see if Sam would reply or to even follow me, but he didn't. I checked my notifications and smiled when he liked my reply. Maybe this was the start of a new beginning for us?

God, I hoped so. I hate pretending that I hated him. I mean, I do, but underneath everything, I don't. I longed for him in a way that I shouldn't and I hated myself for even thinking those thoughts.

"You wish, baby boy."

Ugh! I rolled over onto my back and pushed down my boxers. I was hard as a rock as those words falling from Sam's lips earlier just kept replaying in my head.

Sam's lips...

I wrapped my hand around myself and cursed. I shouldn't be thinking about Sam, nor his lips and how they would feel wrapped around my cock. Bet he would know how to suck me off, knowing exactly how to turn me on with his mouth and tongue.

"Fuck." I twisted my wrist imagining it was Sam's hand, the calluses on my fingers would match his. How he holds tightly onto a steering wheel as he would me, gliding up and down, twisting and jerking. "Shit, Sam!" His name fell from my lips in a breathless moan, my mind going down a dark path it shouldn't... I just, I couldn't stop the thoughts.

Sam's lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, his hot mouth deep throating me, and then his hands everywhere on my body, touching me like he couldn't get enough. It was all too much at once, these thoughts overwhelming me to the point I'm crying out loudly and cumming hard all over my hand and lower stomach.

My body was flushed and super sensitive as I cleaned up. I was slightly embarrassed that I got off to Sam. I've never done that before, well, thinking about a man and someone I could never get.

Maybe this is a turn of events for us? That our truce on Twitter would be something good?

Nope.

I got my answer the next morning the moment I stepped out of my hauler. Sam was waiting for me beside my car. He dared to lean up against it like he fucking owned the place.

"See you had the balls to come back the next day, thought for sure your Granddaddy would have replaced you by now." I hated how much he made my blood boil.

One minute he's this sweet, soft boy who I constantly crave, and then the next he opens his mouth and says something cocky and degrading. Makes me want to hate him with a fiery passion even though I know I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.

"Says the boy who practically begged to be my drafting partner last night. What were you doing stalking my Twitter? And my Instagram for that matter? Looking for material? If you want to get off to me so badly just ask, I'll send you a dick pic since you want it so badly." I gave him my signature smirk and raised my eyebrows.

Sam just stared at me in disbelief and then walked away.

"Watch it Ty, I have nothing to lose out there on the track when you have everything. Let that sink in there pretty boy." I looked over my shoulder where Sam was glaring but then swallowed in surprise when his eyes drifted down my body slowly and then back up to mine. He took off his hat, ran his hand through his hair, and then climbed into his car, leaving me utterly breathless and so fucking turned on.