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

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A/N: Surprise! I have written a hot mess, enjoy!

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Ryan's POV

Kevin Harvick won.

A new winner.

This cannot be happening.

Tears swelled up in my eyes as my car came to a stop. I looked forward, trying my best to ignore the celebration going on. My heart was already racing from the adrenaline, but now it was racing for another reason.

I could feel the tightness start to wrap around me, the overwhelming feeling of being a failure grasping at my insides. I had to close my eyes and try to steady my breath, my mind and my heart before turning off my car.

However, I didn't want to move. I knew the moment I was out of my car I was going to be swarmed by cameras and media members, asking me how I feel about being the last person above the cut line now that we had another new winner.

Truth be told, it fucking sucked. I'm having a fucking good year and I have nothing to show for it. Instead, I'm watching drivers who have never had a Cup win walk away with multiple victories. I'm watching everyone around me have amazing seasons and then there's me, falling backwards until I'm holding on by a thread.

If I didn't win within the next 3 weeks, I wasn't going to make the playoffs.

I'd rather die than show up at Darlington without being in the playoffs.

"Blaney! Blaney!" I blinked back tears and looked over to the crowd of reporters as they engulfed me. I don't even know what was leaving my mouth as they spouted out questions. It was the same thing, week in and week out. Honestly, I'm so sick of it and they know that. I understand they have to do their job but please leave me the fuck alone.

"Yo YRB! Let's go, we'll be late for our flight." I looked up in confusion as Chase waved me over, he never calls me YRB, let alone fly me home when we live in two different states. But he kept waving at me and I realized that was my out."
"Sorry, guys, I have a flight to catch." I didn't bother apologizing as I pushed my way through the small crowd and walked towards Chase. "Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

"I mean, I'm down if you are," Chase winked at me and I just chuckled, "I saw you needed an out. I know how brutal that can be."
"I can only imagine how much worse you have it when you're not winning races."

"It's exhausting, all I want to do is crawl into a hole and never come out."

"That's exactly how I feel..." My throat was tight as I came to a stop in front of my RV. I had to get out of this firesuit and away from this place before I had a proper breakdown. "Thanks again, Chase." I waved him goodbye without a glance and unlocked the door.

The moment the door slammed beside me, I let go of everything. Tears streamed down my face as I tore off my firesuit. I didn't want to be associated with anything racing related right now. I threw my hat, kicked my shoes and firesuit to some corner and collapsed in the middle of the floor.

The sob that came out of my chest scared me, I've never felt this way before; I was broken, a lower and there was nothing worth living for since I clearly can't do my job correctly.

"Ryan? Oh my gosh, Ry, babe, no, come here." I felt strong arms around my center and suddenly I was pulled onto a lap. "It's okay, I got you." I cried a little more hearing the soft, Georgian accent in my ear. I should be embarrassed that Chase was holding me, but I didn't care.

"I feel like such a fucking failure." I hiccupped, holding onto Chase with all my might. He still had his firesuit on and I wanted to rip it off of him. I didn't want to be reminded of my job and yet no matter what I do or where I go, it stares right back at me. "I hate racing. I hate everything, Chase. I just want to go away and never come back. I'm never going to win again, so why bother?"

The sob from before came out louder as I shook in his arms. I felt Chase squeeze tighter, like he knew if he let go, he'd lose me - of which, he would. I was too far gone now to turn back. I'm not the happy go lucky Ryan Blaney that everyone loves. I was a fucking stupid racecar driver.

"Ry, look at me." I hid my face in his neck, not wanting to look at my peer. I was too embarrassed that I was crying in his arms but also, what was the point? "Ryan," his voice was stronger this time, his hand gently taking my chin and tilting my head to look at him. I expected to see pity in his eyes, but I didn't. "I got you, okay?" I blinked rapidly as more tears spilled down my face. Chase gently wiped them away and kept his eyes on me.

"I know this pain. I know how much you want to quit and never come back. I know how that is. But I'm not going to let you go through this alone. I'm here and I will hold your hand if I have to in order for you to move forward, okay?" I couldn't reply, my lips trembling as I tried to catch my breath from sobbing. "You're a badass driver, Ry. You've come so far since your rookie days, you're up front giving vets a taste of their own medicine. You're better than you realize and your fans love and adore you. Don't be so hard on yourself, even though that's the easiest thing to do. I will not allow you to give up, okay?"

I couldn't answer him, every word out of his mouth caused me to tear up more. I was just... broken.

"Do you trust me?" I blinked up at him and nodded my head softly. Of course I trusted Chase, he's the only one I do. I was confused why he was asking me this. But I didn't question anything. I was afraid to talk, knowing my voice would break and that I would say something that I would regret later.

I watched as Chase swallowed, wiping away more of my tears and then looked me in my eyes. "Tell me to stop if this is too much." I raised my eyebrow in question when suddenly I knew what he meant.

Chase Elliott was suddenly kissing me.

And I didn't want him to stop.

I grabbed a fistful of his firesuit, holding him against me as Chase's soft lips moved against mine. I moaned when his tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip, my mouth opening eagerly as he deepened the kiss. Kissing another man was not what I expected. I thought it would be harsh with hard undertones and roughness, but Chase was soft, tender and fuck.

My body responded in a way that I wasn't expecting as Chase shifted me in his lap to where I was now straddling him. I took that opportunity to take control, tilting his head up so I had better access with my fingers threading through his thick hair. I kissed him with passion that I've been missing in my life, deep and hungry. A fire was brewing inside of me, erasing my doubt and fears.

"Fuck," Chase gasped for air, his hands landing on my waist where I began to rock back and forth. "That feels so good," I grinded down a little harder than before, feeling Chase's hardness brush against mine. I was only wearing my boxers and a shirt at this point but yet I was on fire.

Chase growled, biting my lower lip as I moved faster and faster in his lap. It felt so fucking good but yet it wasn't enough.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered against his lips, "please, Chase, I fucking need you so badly right now."

"Ryyyy," Chase whimpered, digging his hand into my sides, holding me down against him. "Fuck, yes, please tell me you have lube." Chase attacked my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin and then licking the spot. I moved my head to the side so he had better access, wishing that he would mark me. "Ryan, answer me before I come like this." Chase pulled away and ran his hands up and down my thighs as I shook my head out of my lustful haze.

"Right. Yes."

I got up and walked into my bedroom, pulling out a condom and lube from my bedside drawer and tossed them onto the bed. I was still a mess, my hands shaking as I turned to find Chase in the doorway, his firesuit long gone. He stood there in his boxers and nothing else.

My eyes met his and then they dropped down. I took in his body for the first time in my life; his thick neck, his broad shoulders and the fine patch of hair that coated his chest that turned into a fine line heading right to the place where I could see the outline of Chase's cock in his white boxers.

I swallowed hard as realization dawned on me. I was going to let him fuck me when I've never been with a man before. That thought alone should have me running towards the bed, but instead, I felt boldness and a desire I've never felt rush through me.

Chase felt it too as he walked towards me, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand and my hip with the other. "I just want you to feel good, this doesn't need to be anything."
"A distraction?" I questioned.

"Yes," Chase nipped at my neck, sucking on it until I felt a sting. "A distraction," Chase looked into my eyes and then walked me backwards until I felt the bed behind me. "A fucking, good distraction."

Air rushed out of my lungs when Chase pushed me onto the bed. "Off," he murmured, going for the waistband of my boxers and then suddenly, I was laying naked in front of my best friend. I swallowed my nerves as Chase eyed me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when his eyes stopped on my throbbing member.

"You have no idea how badly I want you," Chase's voice was low and sultry. He noticed how it went right to my dick, how a bead of precum pooled at the top and he gave me an earth shattering smile. "You like it when I talk like that?" I bit my lip to hide my desire because fuck, hearing your friend say how much he wants you shouldn't turn me on as much as it does.

"Why don't you show me." Chase was now straddling over me at this point, his thick thighs over my center, so close but yet too far away from where I wanted him. "Why are you still wearing clothes?" I whined, pawing at his boxers and he just grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"So fucking needy," he growled, "no wonder you're a bottom, you need fucked into submission." Chase smirked at me, rolling his hips against mine and the moan that left my lips was embarrassing but I didn't care.

"I just need you." That confession made Chase pause and then he nodded, letting go of my wrist and reached for the lube.

"Have you ever been with a man before or fingered yourself?" Chase whispered, looking at me like he didn't want to know the answer to that, but once I nodded no, he relaxed and I could see a small smile play at the corner of his lips. I watched as he opened the lube and coated a finger and then positioned himself between my legs. "It's going to hurt at first, until it doesn't."

"Okay," was all I could say because my heart was in my throat and my best friend was about to touch a place where no one has before.

I closed my eyes and jumped at the coolness of his fingers as they slipped between my crack. It felt odd, having something wet trace around my rim until I felt that pressure of his fingers pushing through the ring of muscle.

"I need you to breathe." Chase murmured, his lips so fucking close to my aching dick. I did as I was told, breathing the best as I could as I felt Chase's finger go deeper and deeper and then I was seeing stars.

"Chase!" My back arched off the bed as pleasure I've never felt before rushed through my veins. "Holy fuck." I rocked my hips back as Chase rubbed against my prostate over and over until I was whimpering and whining. "More, please Chase."

I felt a cool breath on my dick before Chase licked up a strip. My dick twitched as he shoved another finger inside of me, stretching me painfully wide. I did my best to ignore it and then was pleased when I felt another finger be shoved in.

"Please tell me you're almost ready." Chase grabbed the base of my dick and held it up to his mouth. I was so painfully hard that if he would just...

"Fuck! Chase, holy shit." My eyes rolled into the back of my throat as he fucked me with his fingers, harder and harder with his mouth completely wrapped around my dick. I was going to fucking cum if he kept this up. My hips rocked back and forth as Chase deepthroated and his fingers kept hitting that spot that had my toes curling.

"Chase," I warned, looking at him and couldn't believe what I was seeing. He looked so fucking sinful with my cock in his mouth and the fact that he knew what he was doing made me feel some sort of way. Jealous? Maybe? But it didn't matter because he knew what he was doing with his tongue, how he would nip at the underside of my crown or suck a ball into his mouth and swirl around it. I was losing myself to his wet, hot mouth that I felt the twitch in my dick before I couldn't even warn Chase that I was coming.

"Chase!" I cried out, my whole body spasming as my seed spilled out of me and into his willing mouth. Chase swallowed around me like a pro, his throating milking me dry as his fingers slowed down and he pulled out of me.

"I need to fuck you, now."

I already felt fuck by the way Chase just took care of me, but the way he was looking at me felt like that was just the appetizer.

Chase moved quickly, grabbing the condom and ripping the foil with his teeth. I watched in awe as he pushed down his boxers just enough to free his member and rolled it on.

Holy fuck he was huge, longer and thicker than I was and I could tell how he was fisting himself with lube that this was going to hurt. But yet, my cock had other ideas as it began to twitch to life even though I just came.

"This is going to hurt." Chase sat on his knees, lifting my left leg with one arm and guided himself to my hole with his free hand. I let out a steady breath as I felt his tip push against the barrier. I resisted the intrusion but it was impossible when Chase was determined to fill me completely.

It fucking hurt the further and further he pushed forward. My fingers dug into his flesh as I hissed and bucked my hips up trying to get away from him.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Ryannnnn," Chase whimpered and fell on top of me, completely bottoming out. "I need a moment," he confessed, his forehead against mine. "Are you okay?" I swallowed, nodding my head. I knew if I talked it would give away that I was in so much pain right now. "It won't hurt after a while, trust me."

That flash of jealousy came back and I didn't like how he knew this information. I didn't like the idea that Chase was fucking some other guy. It should be me...

That realization hit me like a freight train and when it did, that pain I felt licking at my nerve end finally turned into pleasure. I wanted Chase to only fuck me, to only think of me when he needed to get off and moan my name.

"Chase, I need you to move." I finally found my voice, my hands going up and down his back until I felt his firm ass and pushed him. "Please, baby, move for me."

"Fuck," Chase pushed himself up and pulled out of me slowly and pushed in a little faster. "Does that feel good baby boy?" I groaned at the nickname, blush covering my entire body. "Look at you blushing for me, fuck baby boy, you look so good at my mercy."

Chase sat up on his knees again, holding both of my legs as he continued to move faster and faster until all you can hear in the room was our fucking, grunting and whispered words of praise.

"You're such a good boy, taking my cock like your ass was made for me. Fuck, baby, you're so hot on your back with your legs spread like this." Every word went to my cock now that it was fully hard, bouncing against my lower stomach as Chase hit that spot that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I watched Chase fuck me with all his might; he bit his lip to hold back his groans as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The sound of wetness turned me on even more as he fucked my hole. I've never felt this pleasure before, how it was so much more and deeper. I could feel the beginning of my orgasm to start but I didn't want it to happen.

I wanted Chase to fuck me until the end of time. I didn't care if this was only a distraction - now I just wanted it, I needed it.

"Chase," I whimpered, grabbing a hold of him and pulling him down on top of me. I kissed him the best I could, it was wet and sloppy and messy but I didn't care. "I need to cum, please, baby, I need to cum on our fat cock. Please Chase, I fucking need you." I so far gone to care about how needy I felt.

"Fuck, Ry, you're killing me." Chase kissed me roughly, pushing himself up on his elbow and looked down to where we're connected. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you do it. Please baby boy?"

"Fuck, okay, are you close?"

"Yes." Chase groaned when I began to fist myself. "Fuck, you look so good like that." I whined at the praise, the words stroking me in a way that had me flying towards the cliff I was about to fall over.

"Cum with me, please baby?" Chase's hips snapped against me impossible fast until they were stuttering and then he stilled, moaning out my name as loudly as he could, spilling his come into the condom.

Chase's orgasm set off my own, I clenched tightly around his hardness, my body shaking beneath him. My fist was loose as I spilled my seed onto my stomach, moaning wordlessly as I fell off that cliff with Chase right by my side.

"Fuck." Chase collapsed on top of me, not even caring that he was now coating himself with my come. "That was..."

"It was..." I echoed, both of us lost for words as we tried to catch our breaths.

We laid there for a long time, Chase going limp and slowly slipping out of me as we both just held onto each other. Eventually, he got up to clean himself up and came back with a washcloth for me.

This moment felt more intimate then our fucking, but I wasn't going to question it. Not when Chase pulled back the blankets and motioned for me to get under them with him crawling in behind me. Chase's arm went around my center as he held me close. I melted against him, our legs intertwined together, our hands linked together.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Ry, I hope you realize that."

"Just as my distraction?" I hedged, wondering if he could feel how fast my heart was beating right now.

"More... if you want that." I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes.

"More?" I questioned, hoping and praying it meant what I hoped it did.

"Be mine," he whispered, looking at me with hope.

"I've always been yours, Chase, distraction or not, it's always been you." Chase smiled shyly and then kissed me in a way that had me breathless again.

It was true, I've always been Chase's and that fact was never going to change.