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“What do we have here?!”
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“It seems the two APX drivers made contact— and Sonny’s hit the barrier, that’s definitely a DNF!”
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“
God
dammit
! Is he stupid!?” Sonny yelled, his radio getting static halfway through.
“Sonny, are you okay?” Nickleby’s voice pierced his ears, disturbing the constant ringing sound. “We need confirmation— Sonny!” The same annoying voice repeated.
“I’m fucking fine—chill out.” He ripped his steering wheel off, causing the radio to disconnect. Sonny climbed out of the heavily damaged car, his front wing nowhere to be found. Joshua did him pretty dirty, not letting him pass. I guess he finally learned that switching positions wasn’t a thing APX did.
Sonny made his way to his team, frustrated. It was only lap 33, he had plenty to go. The car was fucked — he wasn’t gonna get anywhere he couldn’t even get it to the pit.
He angrily took off his helmet, smashing it on a table. Sonny watched the race on the big television for the engineers. Joshua comfortably sat at P3 with his pretty ass. God — he wanted to kill that idiot. He bit the inside of his cheek. Joshua was gonna pay for this. Whether he likes it or not.
Since it was Monaco, Joshua stayed third with a strategic pitstop, keeping Norris fourth. Sonny’s eyes never once left the screen. Seeing his name with a ‘ DNF ’ that wasn’t caused by himself never joyed him.
The race ended with Joshua smiling brightly on the the podium, lifting the bronze trophy. Sonny gritted his teeth, That selfish bastard.
“Joshua!” Sonny aggressively pulled him back, pressing him hard against a wall.
The other grinned at him, “What are you smiling about? Ruining my fucking race?” Sonny almost got blinded by those extremely white teeth Joshua possessed.
“ Sorry ~ I didn’t mean it, or did I?” Joshua teases him. He slightly squirmed, he was being kept put by Sonny's arm against his chest.
Sonny scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process. He kept Joshua pinned to the wall. “Oh— I know you did it on purpose. You know race control is gonna penalise you…” Sonny bit back. His gaze was fierce.
“I like this position we are in— oh , also I don’t care, they can penalise me all they want. It’s worth your reaction,” He whispered with a slightly purr in his voice to sound seductive… or at least trying to.
Sonny narrowed his eyes more. He moved a thigh between Joshua’s legs. “You need to keep that pretty mouth shut. I don’t like this attitude,” He studied Joshua’s face now that he was so close to him. He smelled the cologne he wore along with the car.
“You never like anything,” Joshua whined. “I wanna kiss you,” he sort of blurted.
Sonny huffed, “What’s up your ass today? Ruining my race— and now you think you have the right to kiss me,” He pushed him against the wall even more.
“I’m sorry okay— I need payback . You can punish me…” He smirked.
“Oh… so this was your plan— wasn’t it?” Sonny scoffed once more, and he leaned back. Now leaving space between him and Joshua. Sonny looked away, unable to face him. The blood in his body rushed elsewhere.
The younger nodded— “Are you still mad?” He winked. Joshua tilted his head to the side trying to gauge the others' reaction.
Sonny didn’t verbalise a response, he pushed Joshua into his driver’s room. This swift action managed to get another chuckle out of Joshua. “Old man still has it in him, huh?” He bit his lower lip.
Sonny grunted, again. “Did you lose your tongue Sonny?— we don’t have long… We have PR remember…” Joshua sat on the couch, his man spreading his legs.
“Do you want to kill me?” Sonny felt myself lose control over his thoughts. “I thought we promised something— we never do this shit again, if Ruben finds out we are dead as buried.”
Joshua laughed at him, “ Please ?”
Sonny sat next to him on the couch, before Joshua could process, he was on his lap. “Are you insane ?” Sonny breathed against his neck. “You should have let me pass— I had tire advantage you fucker,”
“You are one to talk… you pulled this same shit back in Silverstone last year,” Joshua slightly moved under him, causing some friction you could feel even in your race suit.
He shuddered a breath, slightly grazing his neck with his teeth. “Are you ever going to let that go?”
“Probably not— it wasn’t the best impression,” Joshua wrapped his hands around his neck. The friction he was creating got intense after he sped up his hip.
Sonny shook his head, “You know me, I always leave a good impression— on and off the track.” He neatly placed his hands on Joshua’s ass.
“So— are we even now?” Joshua’s voice was low and had a bite to it.
“Whatever,” Sonny started to groan at the friction between their crotches. He was enjoying the other’s actions. “Ill kill you next time— fucking remember that.”
Joshua started to moan, and making all those sounds that Sonny couldn’t bear to handle. His grip on Joshua could be bruising— Sonny finally gave in and kissed him.
The kiss was harsh, he forced his tongue in striving to be the dominant one he always wants to be. Joshua panted into the kiss, and he turned into a mess in a matter of seconds. That’s the effect Sonny Hayes has on him.
When he pulled away the look in his eyes almost sent Sonny over the edge. He pulled him down as far as possible, his dick throbbing in his suit.
“Go faster,” Sonny breathed. He moved one hand to the back of Joshua’s neck, his fingers digging into his skin. He threw his head back, as he groaned.
Joshua obeyed his orders and went as fast as he possibly could. He was almost at his limit, and they were only at it for about 2 minutes.
“Hey… Sonny?” He whimpered. His hips buckled as he talked. Joshua tries to keep his pace steady— but his arousal made that almost impossible.
”Yeah?” The other managed to croak out. “Don’t… tell me?” He laughed. Joshua just nodded at him, and Sonny got the sign and returned the nod. He wasn’t going to let him suffer, not yet.
“You’ll just have to last twice as long next time,” Sonny locked their lips again, and he dominated the kiss. He felt Joshua moan in his mouth.
Joshua gripped Sonny’s bicep as he felt the wave hit him. He sped up and pressed his forehead against his. “O… fuckkkk —“ He trailed.
His dick twitched in his suit— and the final thrust made him tip. His body completely slumped against Sonny’s. He was twitching because of his orgasm, and it was just a dry one. He just fucking came in his race suit because of Hayes, what the fuck .
Sonny laughed, “That’s gonna suck during the press,” He held Joshua steady.
“Your fault,” he panted, but still grinning.