Content Warning: Sexual Content
This story contains fictional acts of sexual relations. The persons, settings, and actions described are not meant to be educational or used as a guide for any reader's own sexual relations. This is a work of fiction meant to be enjoyed as a work of fiction.

*Acts of Fanfiction are still fiction and do not showcase any real behaviors or relations of the persons described*

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Regardless of what is depicted in fictional works, sexual relations of any kind need to be based on five specific things; an easy way to remember this is to use the acronym F.R.I.E.S.
Consent for all sexual relations needs to be:
F: Freely Given
R: Reversible
I: Informed
E: Enthusiastic
S: Specific - meaning you need to hear the words yes and have specific information about what is being agreed to. Examples of this would be giving a yes to foreplay, oral, use of toys or objects, penetration, etc. Someone can say yes to one and no to another, which is why it is essential to check in with your partner(s) and ensure you are getting ongoing consent from one activity to the next.

Sex is not the enemy. The enemy is persons who use sex as a weapon of violence against others. Regardless of fantasies, sex should always be consensual and done with respect and care for all persons engaging in these acts. Fiction is fiction. In the real world, you engage in intimate and vulnerable acts with another human being. Do right by that person and ensure you follow the rules of consent. If you are unsure of anything take the time to educate yourself before engaging in sexual relations, there are resources to help with this.

Thank you.

                                   ******

Olivia checked her reflection one last time and sighed. Dark wash jeans and black boots with a royal blue polo shirt was what she had chosen to wear. I guess this will have to do she thought to herself.

Dean had told her to dress casual. He wanted her to experience a race and to meet a few people before he formally introduced her to his boss. She wanted to make a good impression. She really needed a job, but she guessed people didn't wear power suits to a NASCAR race.

While waiting on Dean to pick her up, she noticed a call coming through. She smiled when she saw her 'mom' flash across her screen.

"Hi mom. What's up?"

"Hi sweetie. I was just seeing what you were up to today."

"I'm waiting on Dean to come and pick me up. He's taking me to the race."

Olivia swore she could feel her mom smiling through the phone.

"I'm so glad you are spending time with Dean."
Kathy James gushed to her daughter.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I told you we are just friends mom."

"But y'all are hanging out together." Kathy protested.

"We're not hanging out together mom. Dean is going to be working. He thinks he may be able to get me a job, and he wants to introduce me to a few people. That's all it is."

"A job in NASCAR? Liv, what do you even know about NASCAR?"

Olivia chuckled. "Nothing. That's why Dean wants me to experience a race."

"Well, I hope it works out sweetie. You know how happy we are to have you back home."

"Thanks mom. I have to go. Dean is here."

"Of course. Have fun and good luck."

***********

Olivia opened her front door to find Dean Brantley grinning down at her. Tall, muscular and ridiculously good looking, Dean exuded masculinity and sex appeal. Too bad he was gay, she thought wistfully.

Dean was the son of her mother's best friend. When Olivia had moved back into town two months ago, after a seven year absence, her mother and Dean's mother Cheryl began playing matchmaker.

Dean worked as a pit crew member for Team Penske. Although Olivia didn't know anything about NASCAR, it sounded exciting. Getting a job in NASCAR could be quite an experience.

She and Dean had gone out a few times, and had fun together, but there just wasn't any chemistry there. However, they enjoyed each other's company and quickly became friends. It wasn't long after that Dean had confessed to her that he was gay. It was a secret that she had promised to keep because he feared the backlash and that it would be frowned upon in the NASCAR community, especially considering he worked for a very high profile team.

"Hi. You look very pretty." Dean wrapped her in a hug, his much larger frame making her feel tiny and delicate. "Are you about ready to go?"

"Sure am. Just let me grab my bag and lock up." She said brightly.

*******

"Are you excited?" Dean asked, a few minutes into the forty minute drive to Charlotte Motor Speedway.

"Yeah. I am. I never thought I'd be excited over going to a NASCAR race, but I'm really looking forward to it." Olivia replied.

"How is it that you grew up so close to Charlotte, but never went to a race or got into the sport?" Dean asked.

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. I just wasn't interested. I was busy with school. I didn't have many friends. You know..." She trailed off.

Dean squeezed her hand and grinned. "You are in for the time of your life. Once you hear those engines fire to life, your heart will start pounding and you'll feel the rush of adrenaline and you'll wonder how you ever lived without it."

Olivia had to laugh at Dean's enthusiasm. She hoped he was right. Even though they had not known each other long, Dean was probably the closest thing she had to a best friend and she wanted desperately to fit into his world. If he was able to get her a job liked he believed he would, this would also become her world too.

"So, how do you think your chances are for the team pulling off a win tonight?" She asked.

Dean grinned widely. "Pretty good I think. Our boy Blaney has had a run of bad luck lately, but he looked real good in practice. I think our luck is about to change."

Olivia's breath hitched.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"I said I think our luck is about to change." Dean glanced at her.

"I mean the name. Who did you say?" Olivia realized her palms were sweating.

"Ryan Blaney? Our driver. I know I've told you about him Liv."

Olivia composed herself. "You did. You just never said his full name."

Ryan Blaney. Now there was a blast from the past.

"Great guy. You'll get to meet him later." Dean patted her hand.

He turned to look at her and suddenly got a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay Liv? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I..uh..I know Ryan. We went to school together. I haven't seen him in years though."

"Is that a problem?" Dean asked, his face still full of concern.

She smiled and shook her head. "No. Not a problem at all." She answered.

So why was her stomach in knots?

********

Ryan stared down at his phone for at least the tenth time since getting the text message, those four little words haunted him.

Ry, I miss you!

Why now? He was about to run a 600 mile race. Why did she have to do this now? Why did she have to do this at all? Damnit! He needed to focus.

He had a good mind to hurl his phone across the room with all the frustration and the pressure he was feeling, but before he could do that, the phone vibrated in his hand. He looked down at the screen.

I'm so sorry Ry. Please forgive me.

This time he didn't hesitate. He flung the phone across the living area of his motor coach. The phone hit the wall and he heard an audible crack. Great. The phone was probably destroyed. Fuck it. Fuck her.

As he raked his hands through his hair once again, his gaze landed on the half empty whiskey bottle sitting on the counter. God he needed a drink, but even in the state he was in, he knew better. He had a race to run.

Groaning in frustration, he hurled the bottle in the same direction as his phone. He took no satisfaction in watching the bottle shatter and streams of liquid to flow down the wall.

Well, that's one way to avoid drinking. He though bitterly.

He still had a few minutes before he needed to head out to the garage. He needed every single one of them to hopefully pull himself together.

******

Olivia and Dean had arrived at the track. Despite having grown up just a little more than an hour away, she had never seen it before and she was surprised by how massive it was.

"I almost forgot, you're going to need this." Dean reached into the center console of his F-150 and pulled out a lanyard with her credentials and handed it to her. He watched as she placed placed it around her neck, pulling her hair out of the way as she did so. "Make sure you keep it on you at all times." He reminded her.

"Yes boss." She grinned at him.

God she was so pretty. If only he were straight, he'd be all over her and his life would be so much easier. He thought sadly. Beautiful, smart, witty. She was the total package. She was the only one who knew his secret and he was grateful to have her in his life.

"Dean. Dean?"

It took him a moment to realize she was speaking to him. Plastering a smile on his face, he turned to her. "Where did you go just now?" She laughed.

"Just thinking about how good victory lane is going to feel. Let's do this." He forced the excitement into his voice.

********

Olivia couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. There was so much going on in the garage area as the teams made last minute preparations before the start of the race.

There were people hustling around and reporters everywhere and she tried her best to stay out of the way. Dean had introduced her to Team Penske's other drivers, Joey Logano and Brad Keselowski, as well as several members of his #12 team. She had yet to see Ryan.

The butterflies in her stomach had started up again.

Where was Dean? There were so many people moving around, and she felt out of place. She tried to hide in a corner, but she still felt like she was in the way. She pulled out her phone to shoot Dean a text, when she collided with a solid body from behind. Her phone went flying out of her hand, her own body following, until a strong hand reached out to grab her, saving her from falling flat on her face.

"Watch where your going. Shit. Can't even move in here." An angry voice said.

She looked up into a pair of ocean colored eyes. A swirl of blue with flecks of green. She would know those eyes anywhere.

"Livvy? Olivia James?" The scowl and angry tone had been replaced with a smile and a warm, raspy voice.

"Hi Ryan." She smiled back.