Chapter 2

It would mean being out.

“I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to say it back,” Sebastian whispered and brought Caleb out of his thoughts.

Caleb shook his head. “Why would you say that?” He gazed at Sebastian who studied him. “I care very deeply about you—’’

“Let’s stop talking about it,” interrupted Sebastian, who squirmed in the bed. “You’re still upset about the fight with your dad so let’s not.”

“Let’s not what?”

“Shhh.” Sebastian moved the blankets off the bed, rolled over, and faced the wall revealing his naked backside.

Caleb’s dick hardened as he gazed at the form that Sebastian Rush presented to him. Like a gift waiting to be opened. “Changing the subject?” He waited for Sebastian to respond but Sebastian didn’t say anything.

He felt comfortable with Sebastian. He knew he had to make a decision soon about renewing his lease or moving in with him. He did love Sebastian. Sebastian complemented Caleb. While Caleb tended to be a hothead, Sebastian approached things calmly. When Caleb railed about his father, Sebastian kept pushing him to make things right. When Caleb had doubts about coming out, Sebastian reminded him that life would be simpler by being honest.

Everyone in his family knew Caleb was gay. By the time he’d come out to his parents in his early teens, no one was shocked. But his parents had made him promise not to tell anyone in the business that he was gay. He had a hard time at seventeen when he started racing for the family: he had wanted to come out back then. When his mom pushed him to go to school and follow his other dream of becoming a doctor, he jumped at the offer of his parents paying for the tuition.

At nineteen, he left New Smyrna for UCF, on the east side of Orlando. He sowed his oats and partied. No one knew him in O-town, and he had loved it. He continued to stay in Orlando, going to school and working off and on in sports marketing for the Orlando Magic, but had returned home in his early twenties when his mom was diagnosed with cancer. His family needed him; they needed him to help win races, help out in the business. And the only way he could do that was to keep a low profile.

At least that’s what he thought his dad wanted.

If he had to scratch an itch, he drove to Orlando or Miami. That way no one in NASCAR knew, except for a handful of very close family friends, that he was gay.

But moving in at the age of twenty-six with another man? Was he willing to pay the price of people finding out he was living with Sebastian, who was out? Caleb traced his hand over the midline of Sebastian’s back and felt him shudder. “Cold?”

“A little. You cranked the air conditioner down to seventy.”

“Yeah, it was blazing hot outside. It’s frigging June but feels like August with all this humidity already.” He traced Sebastian’s shoulders with a finger. “But I’ll warm you up.” Caleb grabbed Sebastian’s ass cheek and squeezed.

Caleb loved how they fit together. Sebastian, at five feet eleven inches, stood an inch shorter than Caleb but when they spooned, it was a perfect match. Everything they did together flowed easily. Swimming? Sebastian was a statewide medalist freestyler. Surfing? Caleb and Sebastian would spend some early morning hours catching waves. Tennis? Sebastian’s base line game contrasted with Caleb’s serve and volley style. The only thing they didn’t do together was hang out with Caleb’s high school friends and that was because Caleb’s friends—who didn’t know—would question Caleb and Sebastian’s closeness. And if they did that, the gossip in New Smyrna would travel quickly and then spread to NASCAR.

Caleb returned his attention to Sebastian, rubbing his back.

“God, that feels so good,” moaned Sebastian.

Caleb snuggled closer to Sebastian so that his cock and balls nestled against Sebastian’s crack. Sebastian moaned again as Caleb rubbed his penis back and forth over Sebastian’s butt. Caleb took his free hand and finger-combed some of Sebastian’s brown wavy hair off Sebastian’s ear and stuck his tongue inside.

“Oh,” Sebastian grunted as he ground his ass on Caleb’s dick. “Do we even have time? I thought you had a marketing meeting to go to.”

“We can make time. So what if I’m late to a race media event? Joan’s going, and she’s extremely capable of repping us in the meeting, so what’s the rush?”

I won’t be missed. It’s just a gathering of pre-race media events to kick off the 400.

Sebastian turned to face Caleb, exchanging his buttocks for his hand as he stroked Caleb’s engorged member. Sebastian moved his face closer, and they kissed tenderly, making sure their lips touched softly, and their tongues darted slowly as if time was on their side forever.