Written for f1rabbit with the above song on repeat.
Sam hung around the back of the Mahindra garage after he was done debriefing with the team and talking to the press. He'd seen Bruno's retirement on the garage TV; he'd heard the frustration in his voice over team radio. If his guess was anything close to reality, Bruno would be as unenthusiastic about joining in the party that night as he was. He signed autographs and took selfies with fans who approached him as he hung around for Bruno, just to kill the time. Finally, a dejected figure loped out of the back of the garage. He ran up to him and gave his hand a quick squeeze. Bruno looked up at him and gave him a half-hearted grin.
'You fancy skipping the Christmas drinking session and coming straight back to mine?'
'Yeah. I'm not in the mood to spend tonight cleaning up after Nelson. He'll be drinking to forget again after that race.'
'Me too.' Sam surreptitiously handed Bruno the spare key to his room. 'Let's leave the NextEV boys to pick up after him. Come by when you're done debriefing and interviewing.'
Sam saw Bruno glance around to see if anyone was watching. Pre-empting the attempt at public intimacy, Sam pulled Bruno into a quick sideways hug and patted his shoulder before walking back to his garage. There were too many people around to risk anything more than that. He changed into street clothes and strolled back to his hotel. Thankfully, the travel girls had booked him into one of the hotels close to the track, saving him a taxi fare. He let himself into his room and dumped his pull-along full of race gear on the luggage stand next to his suitcase. He had a quick shower, changing into fresh clothes. Sam opted for ripped jeans, knowing how much being able to see skin turned Bruno on. He cranked the aircon up to make the room a comfortable temperature for trousers despite the heat of the Uruguay summer. He flopped onto the bed and channel surfed to kill time before Bruno arrived. He eventually settled on CNN, as all the other channels were in Spanish. After hearing the first few stories, he felt depressed and turned the TV off. He picked up the copy of Autosport he'd bought on his way through Heathrow. He had read at least half of the magazine before Bruno let himself in.
'Hey,' he said, stripping off as he walked across the room. 'I need a good soak in the tub.'
'I showered already, but you go ahead.'
'You're a dirty boy. You could always do with extra washing. I want company.'
Bruno walked through into the bathroom and started running the bath. Sam put his magazine down and walked through to join Bruno, stopping by the mini bar on the way. Sam sat down on the edge of the tub, put the cans of beer next to him, and looked up at him. Bruno looked deeply unhappy. Sam reached out and grasped his hand. He squeezed it gently before kissing his knuckles.
'Next time will be better.'
'My family were all gathered to watch the race. I looked like a loser in front of the whole tribe.'
'What do their opinions matter?'
Bruno shrugged. He bent over, running his fingers under the stream of water.
'I'm supposed to be the conquering hero, the race star, the heir to the family legacy.'
'They're your family. Isn't it their job to love you regardless of how you perform on track?'
Bruno sighed. He climbed into the bath and submerged his whole body, blowing a long stream of bubbles before emerging and wiping the water out his eyes. Sam poured a blob of shampoo into his hand, and worked up a lather. He massaged Bruno's scalp. Bruno relaxed into the contact and closed his eyes.
Sam lathered his whole head before easing him under the water again. He lovingly washed the shampoo out of Bruno's hair. When Bruno sat up, Sam took his jeans off and perched on the edge of the tub with his lower legs in the water, guiding Bruno's shoulders to rest against his knees. He poured conditioner into his hand, and spread it over Bruno's hair. He worked his fingers in circles, massaging it in. Once Bruno's hair was covered, he cradled his head in his left hand, and massaged his neck with his right. Bruno sighed.
'If this racing thing doesn't work out for you, you could become a massage therapist,' he said.
'Thanks. It's not fast paced enough for me, but I'll keep it in mind.'
'No, really. You're good at this.'
Sam bent over and kissed Bruno's forehead. He continued his massage, working Bruno's upper back. He rubbed circles into the muscles between Bruno's shoulder blades.
'I know you keep a brave face on in public, but your back is telling me something else.'
'I hope they rebuild and fix the cars in time for testing tomorrow.'
'They will. Now relax. Be here with me.'
'You're not going to tell me to close my eyes and float with the sound of your voice, are you?'
'No. But think about me. Pay attention to me. The world outside will carry on without you.'
Bruno leaned his head against Sam's thigh. He exhaled loudly.
'What if my whole career goes like this? What if the person who came up with that “bad luck Bruno” hashtag was right?'
'You're basing your life outcome on a hashtag?'
'No, but you know what I mean.'
'I do. You've had more than your share of bad luck, and that's gotta be discouraging.'
'But what if my whole career is like this?'
'It won't be. We all have bad races. Your luck will turn.'
'What if I never win championships? I mean, I'm Ayrton's nephew. The one he bragged about. I'm supposed to win championships.'
Sam tipped Bruno's head back and kissed him passionately. When their lips parted, he stroked his cheek.
'Don't waste your time on what ifs. Let me wash you, and then I'm taking you to bed.'
Sam reached over Bruno's shoulder and grabbed the minuscule bar of soap from the soap rack. He rubbed it between his hands, working up a good lather, before spreading the soap suds over Bruno's up-turned face.
'You're very sexy in care-taker mode,' Bruno said.
'Thanks. I enjoy taking care of you.'
Sam picked up the razor from beside him on the rim of the bath tub. He gently stroked it over Bruno's chin, cleaning off the five o'clock shadow that had grown over the course of the frustrating day. He dipped the razor in the water periodically, shaking it to get rid of the soap and stubble. When he was done, he dropped a light kiss on Bruno's lips.
'Rinse your face and stand up.'
Bruno obeyed while Sam coaxed a creamy lather of soap suds out of the tiny bar. He stroked Bruno's skin, stopping occasionally for more soap. When Bruno was almost completely covered, he gave him a slow hand job while massaging his hole. Bruno moaned softly and bent down to give Sam a wet kiss. Sam let his hands drop to his sides as Bruno straightened.
'Now that you're no longer thinking morbid thoughts, it's time for you to rinse off.'
A small smile tugged at the side of Bruno's mouth.
'This was your plan all along, wasn't it?'
'You know why I wear the ripped jeans, don't you?'
'I'll only comply with your demands if you give me a head massage while I rinse the conditioner out my hair.'
'Okay. I'll massage your head.' He let a naughty giggle escape. 'Then I'll massage your other head.'
Bruno raised his eyebrow and sat down in the tub with his back to Sam. He submerged himself up to his neck, rubbing the soap off his body.
'I'm ready for my first head massage now.'
Sam perched on the edge of the tub again, cradling Bruno's head in his hands. He lowered his scalp below the water line, and gently rubbed circles into it. Bruno closed his eyes, folding his hands over his belly. Sam pressed his thumbs into the pressure points on top of Bruno's skull momentarily, then continued his massage. When his fingers started to catch in Bruno's hair, indicating the conditioner had all dissolved, Sam kissed his forehead and lifted his head out the water.
'Dry off and come to bed.'
Sam climbed out of the bath and took his towel off the rail, handing the other one to Bruno. He dried his legs, and walked through to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. Sam pulled back the covers and lay against the pillows. He waited patiently for Bruno. He emerged from the bathroom, still hard from Sam's hand job. Sam patted the bed next to him.
'Fuck me better,' Bruno said as he crossed the room. 'Make the voices shut up.'
Bruno lay next to Sam, looking intently at him. He cupped Sam's jaw in his hand, and guided his face closer. Sam straddled Bruno, intertwining their fingers before pinning his hands above his head. He kissed Bruno hungrily as he rubbed the length of his torso against him. Bruno gave a guttural moan, squeezing Sam's hands. Sam kissed his way down Bruno's neck and over his chest. He knelt between Bruno's legs, licking his cock head. He flicked his tongue all the way around the rim at its base before taking his length into his mouth. He sucked Bruno's prick enthusiastically, eliciting a string of breathless profanities. The tang of Bruno's pre-come filled his mouth. He kept up the frenetic rhythm until he was sure Bruno was nearing orgasm. Sam let Bruno's cock slip out his mouth, and lay next to him, tracing his fingertips through the sheen of sweat on his belly. Bruno was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with arousal.
Instead of replying, Sam sucked Bruno's fingers and guided his hand to his crack. Bruno rolled onto his side, facing Sam. He pushed a finger into him. Sam kissed him gently, moaning. Bruno wrapped his other arm around Sam's body, pulling him close as he rubbed his finger against his prostate. He breathed deeply, relaxing his hole. Bruno pushed another digit into him. Sam canted his hips into the contact, encouraging Bruno with his body. He rode his fingers, grinding their cocks together as they lay together on the bed.
'You're keen,' Bruno mumbled between kisses.
Sam propped himself up on his elbow, slowing his pace.
Sam reached over Bruno's body to the night stand, and pulled a condom out the drawer. He pushed Bruno's hand away from his ass. He rolled the condom on, pushing Bruno onto his back.
'You don't want more foreplay?' Bruno sounded concerned.
Sam straddled Bruno, and impaled himself. He took a deep breath as he pushed Bruno all the way in. He squeezed his ring of muscle to tease Bruno, watching his eyes flutter closed. Sam leaned forward and lifted Bruno's head off the bed. He kissed him, rocking back and forth on his cock. He licked Bruno's lips as he milked his cock with his ass muscles. Bruno moaned and tangled his hands in Sam's hair. His hand strayed down Sam's spine. Sam straightened, angling Bruno's cock against his prostate. He kept up his rhythm, watching the ecstasy on Bruno's face. He intertwined their fingers and ran the other hand over Bruno's belly. He groaned as he felt his arousal intensify. He was so close to orgasm. He pulled Bruno's hand, lifting his torso off the bed. Bruno wrapped his arms around Sam's body and buried his face in his neck. Sam ran his fingers through Bruno's hair, kissing the top of his head.
'Oh God,' he moaned as he came.
He rode out his orgasm, holding Bruno as close as he could without blurring into his body. Bruno dug his fingernails into Sam's back and moaned. Sam rocked his hips until Bruno relaxed. They sagged together onto the bed, Bruno lifting his head for a sloppy kiss. Sam brushed his hair back off his forehead and looked into his eyes. He shifted to lie against Bruno's chest, and ran his fingertips through the come on Bruno's belly.
'I should clean you up. I should clean us both,' he said.
'Not yet. Lie here with me.'
Sam kissed Bruno's collar bone.
'Thank you for fucking me like that.'
'You're welcome. Any time.'
Sam wanted to say more, talk about how he felt, how he valued Bruno regardless of his on-track performance. He kept quiet for fear he might break the spell cast by their post-orgasmic glow. He looked out the window at the stars twinkling above the sea. If the window had been open, they might have heard the sea. Sam kissed Bruno's cheek and lay back down on his chest. He wrapped his arm around Bruno's waist. Talking could wait.
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