Unchartered Waters ✅

Chapter 116: EchoPark Grand Prix

Sunday, March 17 – Circuit of the Americas

Alex lets out a sigh as he makes his way back to the motorcoach. Another day of coming so close, yet so far from the checkered flag. These days were already starting to get annoying and we were only in the second month of the season. He literally could see the start finish line with nobody ahead of him, ran the right racing line, got the right move at the right time – just to be ran off the road with no victory.

Letting out a sigh, it was certainly not the way you'd want your race to go, especially when you came so close yesterday to get ran off the road then too. There was also the bonus of not having the doggies to cuddle or comfort him, which was playing on his emotions. He barely went anywhere without Finn by his side. Why hadn't he decided to bring him? Why did he allow Finn and Roscoe to stay with Fletcher with Cindy and Bill?

Reaching the motorcoach, he knew he just needed to walk inside, quickly change out of his firesuit, grab his arrange of things and persuade Chase they needed to leave immediately. then they'd be home where he could relax, and get those cuddles he desperately wanted.

He punches the key code in, opening the door and heading inside. He goes up the couple of stairs, stopping dead in his tracks immediately. His eyes land on the man in the kitchen, reaching in the fridge for a bottle of water. He watches as he leans back against the counter, drinking the liquid, clenching every bit of his thirst.

His eyes trail from the hair line, to those eyes filled with desire and love, to the mouth that he absolutely loved to call his own in loving the taste of peach. The jaw line, followed by the shoulders was everything combined with the perfectly fit body, muscles absolutely where you wanted, with so many spots.

Seeing him leaning there, sweat drenched from head-to-toe, firesuit undone for the taking, Alex couldn't help but smirk with a lick of the lips.

"It should be a crime to stand there looking that hot, sweaty, and sexy," he comments, still unable to move from the spot that he stood as those eyes met his.

"Maybe there's a reason for getting you all turned on," Chase replies, setting the half-drank bottle of water on the counter. He then turns to face the man before him, still thankful for white firesuits. "I figured you could use a distraction, and what better distraction than the one thing of your desire."

"How am I supposed to quickly pack to get home to the dogs with this image before me?" Alex then slowly allows his feet to carry him forward, knowing he had to do something about his hardened cock before it burst through the zipper of the firesuit.

"Because you're not – you're supposed to find a way to feel better." Chase then slips the top of his firesuit off, allowing it to drape down alongside him with just the bottom remaining on. "What are you waiting for, Alex?"

"I don't know." He then closes the gap between them, their lips meeting with desire as Chase pins Alex back against the wall, his fingers immediately landing on the man's zipper. "I just want to kiss every single inch of you." Alex then brings his lips back against Chase's body, sucking on his neck a little as he runs his hands underneath the sweaty undershirt. He then goes through with ripping it, not wanting to break the embrace.

"Oh really?" Chase then unzips the zipper of Alex's firesuit, allowing it to fall to the floor, before following the same process with Alex's undershirt. "I guess we both need to go shopping now."

"I can live with that – as long as you stay right here against me." Alex then kisses the edge of Chase's shoulder, before returning back to his lips once again, deepening it as a moan escapes from Chase.

"Alex..." Chase then reaches for the waistband on Alex's boxers, running his finger beneath him, stroking him lightly.

"Fuck..." Alex's hips arch off the wall, pushing his cock against Chase's body, begging for more as Chase continues the same process. "Fuck me. I need you, Chase..."