He held the wheel steady. This wasn't a do or die thing but to him it needed to be perfect.
"Listen to me. Hit the gas ensure you hear a sound like the usual in race cars." Damn to him this guy was just blabbering nonsense. Did he think he had no idea on what to do? Once the sound was to his level he turned the gear bloking away the guys voice from his head. Off he went.
"At the corner reduce speed and move with either left or right..." He turned off the sound and had some classic beats on.
"Know where he is?" He asked. Clueless. He never spent time with him. No idea on what he loved or hated.
"The track as obvious. Oops you are his brother but know nothing." He responded angry. Vinyl hit the gas with silence in him. For the condemnation it was true. He couldn't decline it. They were all busy making money with the young boy off their heads.
"Damn he's getting on my nerves." He stated as he removed the headphones.
"Vick,he turned it off?" A voice came. It was Sam.
"Hell yeah." He stated as he contacted all who could reach out to him. Then Sam tapped him he turned to the screen.
"He is using the mid-cue." He stated holding his heart in his palm. Only professional racers used this cue. He got through then the contacts were reached. He turned the speaker on.
"Thyme,listen to me." He said trying to be calm.
"Stop the car. I know something is hitting on you but you need to calm down. This is a race track it's dangerous." He stated and turned to the screen trying to see the progress.
"You know nothing. And oh this is my field." A response came as he geared up.For now it was him behind the wheel him against the world. Nothing across his way to distort the unconditional peace in him the peace he only found on the track.
"Well I tried." He stated as he turned to Sam.
"His time limit is off limits. The highest yet."
"Fuck it. It is but the boss will never approve him as a racer." He stated hitting the desk as he stared at the screen. His swerves and track passes were relentlessly perfect.
"He is good." Vick admitted as all racers rushed to the control room to see.
Thyme hurriedly hit the track to where the station was and stopped. Everyone rushed down to him.
"Thyme." Vick called at least to know what was up with him.
"Leave me alone!" He stated hitting down the helmet.
"Shit he really is up with it." Sam stated and walked back.
"Where is he?" A masculine guy stated as he approached. He had sharp jaws with a precise handsome face.
"Who the hell are you?" Vick asked anger already at its last shot.
"He is with me." A voice responded as a guy with Thyme's looks approached. It was his brother.
"Hello sir." Vick stated as the others on the track left.
"Hey. Where has he gone?" He asked.
"Locker room." He responded. The unknown guy rushed forth.
"He said no one should follow."
"But he can." Vinyl responded.
"He is angry at something."
"Someone to be precise but no worries they will handle it. Not to forget the guy earlier will be the new boss. Dad sort off you know."
"Because of Thyme."
"Yeah. He doesn't want him to race."
"Understood. So we are not hired or..."
"You are just change in boss."
"Fine. Let's head up." He responded as they walked to.
"Tell everyone to leave early. We have practice tomorrow." Vinyl stated.
"And no one should head to the locker room."
"So that guy was..."
"Thymes boyfriend. When will you be mine." He asked aloud. Sam shrugged.
"Blah! You say so when no one is around. Recall on how you were strict earlier?"
"Thyme, please open up." Gene asked as he tapped the door swiftly.
"I said no one should follow me."
"Please T." Gene responded. He opened the door and pulled him in before pushing him back with the door. He had his hands webbing him to the door. Tears started ßtrawling his cheeks. Gene moved forth and sipped them. Once done Thyme looked into his eyes.
"They don't understand me. Why? Aren't they my family? They left me long ago." He stated in pross. Quick. Precise with his words.
"I am here T. I will never leave you." He stated assuring him. Thyme looked into his eyes. He trusted him. He loved him. He looked down to his lips. They always called him. He plastered his on him and sucked them in turns. His day was horrible but this had to be perfect. He told himself. Then he had his toungue in position. Gene hit him swiftly before pulling him off.
"Why so? Am I also not good at it?" He asked now insecure with the whole hell of himself.
"No, T you are good but you used your tongue. I don't want to be hard at the moment."
"But you know what I want."
"I do." He said as he held his face with their eyes interlocked.
"Calm down. As had a deal no sex due to anger. Only when one is hard or we both are happy doing it." He stated. Thyme brushed his hair. Gene held the zipper on thyme and opened it.
"Have your clothes on we are leaving." Gene stated as he walked out.
"Shower??"
"I'll wash you at home." Gene responded.
Gene turned the door knob. Thyme felt it. He wanted him at the moment. Once in he pushed the door and grabbed his neck. He had his lips on him. His tongue passing skillfully across his teeth. Gene dared not decline. They loved it he loved it and why not. Minutes later he had to pull him off.
"Go to the bathroom I'll order some food." Gene stated as he rubbed his hair. Thyme knew he had done it. Whether he likes it or not Gene had to go after him. He sat there passing about the room. He was not to do this. He felt it in him. Then there was a knock at the door. He headed for it.
"How is he?"
"Normal." He responded uncertain of how his words came out.
"Take care of him. I know I am not his piece of cake but I care."
"I love him. It's obvious I will." He responded.
"Okay short speech. The delivery guy was here. Here is your food." He said as he handed it to him and left. Gene hurriedly closed the door. He stood behind it shaking. He turned to his between. The two look so much alike. He was about to pounce on the wrong bait. Same eyes same lip pattern.
"Shit! Stop thinking of it." He said to himself shaking his head to rub it off. He walked forth to the table and set the dish before walking to the bathroom. He stood at the door his hand between his legs a prayer in his lips. He opened the door.
"Have you finished thinking?" Thyme asked.
"You did that intensionally." He wished to asked.
"What?"
"Don't focus on my head at the moment."
"Seems like you're on heat."
"Fuck you Jennie."
"Talking to her again?" His voice brought him back.
"Maybe."
"You haven't answered me."
"Well food is set." He responded and turned. Thyme walked from the bathtub. He had his bathrobe on. He touched Genes shoulder. Blood in his veins ran fast.
"You can't run from it." He whispered in his ear.
"Let's go eat." He responded trying to ignore his words. Then he walked off. Thyme smiled. He knew his knots were tied. He followed him and sat across.
"I'll go shower." He stated and walked from him. Gene sat in the bathtub with his headphones on. He needed destruction. He had his earpods on. Thymes eyes were on him. He followed him. He was there. He stared at him before pulling off his bathrobe and walking to him. He walked in and sat before him.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"My boyfriend is here in need of me. How can I eat." He asked and turned to him placing the earpods on some towels on their left side.
"I told you you need to be calm."
" Who told you I am not?"
"But..."
"Shhhh." Thyme responded as he rose and pulled him by his feet.
"I know the only thing that arouses you is toungue kissing and I did it. But if you still don't want it I can leave." Thyme stated as he looked into his eyes. Gene nodded rising from the soap water with his well built muscles visible. Thyme stared as a wolf on a hunt. He crawled to him and kissed him. This time he dared not involve his toungue. Gene did.
"You like it. Why decline when you get the chance?"
"I decline because I fear hurting you."
"I like it when you do it. If I like it then hurting me is not a problem. I'll deal with my stress but I also have a role to play as your boy." He whispered in his ear. Placing his legs together Thyme sat on him legs apart.
"How about your dad?"
"I'll deal with him. I have to be with you and you should forever be with me." He responded as he placed his left hand on his shoulder. Then slowly strawled his right hand on his left breast towards his chest. Gene held it.
"You want it here?"
"Wherever you are comfortable at." He responded. Gene grasped his ass and stood. He walked to the shower and placed him down. He turned on the water as he turned to him sucking his whinny pink lips. Thyme smiled. He moved his right hand and strawled it along his midrib.
"Your hands are astray." Gene stated and smiled at him holding both his hands and pushing him to the glass bathroom wall.
"There is no part of you I have never touched."
"Not the perfect timing." He responded as he held his thighs pulling him up to his waist as the bone held him still.
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." He responded as he placed his hands along his neck pulling his head as he kissed him. Genes erected dick went through to his betweens as Thyme let out a loud cry. He looked up as Gene kissed his nipples as he sucked them slowly moving to his chest. His back and forth motion made the sound from Thyme louder. Gene rubbed Thymes dick slowly with motion according to his.
"There yet?" Gene asked as he looked at him. Thyme held his head and looked into his eyes. He could see it. He loved it. He grawled a little before Thyme responded.
"No go harder." He responded as Genes motion increased. He held Thymes thigh with the other hand as he pressed it momentarily. Thyme pulled his head and stared into his eyes pulling him in for a kiss as his lip motion moved in accordance to their lane action. Minutes later Gene put him down.
"You done?"
"Want another round?"
"Today I beat you. I haven't said stop." Thyme responded happily. Gene stared into his eyes as Thyme turned off the waters.
" Let me dry your hair." He stated as they walked out. No one ever made him feel this way. Perfect in all ways. He always understood him. He smiled and stood.
"What?" Thyme asked. Gene carried him to the dress room.
"Are you happy?" Gene asked as he smelled his hair.
"Yes. I always am when I'm with you." He responded holding Genes hand as he playfully moved his fingers.
"When did this all begin from?" Gene asked as he smiled at him.
"I can remind you." Thyme responded and kissed his cheek.