Racing For Love

Ryan watches as the door opens, sitting on the couch already changed out of his firesuit into a pair of shorts and t-shirt. He takes a sip of body armour drink, eyes not leaving Chase as he makes his way up the steps and into the motorcoach. 

The words kept ringing through his mind from during the event. The words kept repeating after speaking with his spotter Tim Fedewa after the event. There was no way he was forgetting the conversation that was had. 

"You looked like you were holding on for dear life at the end," Chase says, obviously oblivious to look that he was getting from Ryan right now. "I would not have wanted to be in your shoes with those two tires." Normally they could read each other's emotions easily. Why was he missing the frustration currently being directed at him? "That was some wild racing at the end, though. I can't believe Kyle made that move work." 

"He's Kyle fucking Larson, he can make magic happen where others can't as he has so much talent," Ryan replies sarcastically with an eye roll in response, still frustrated that his emotions were not being picked up on. Did he have to say it bluntly for Chase to get what he was feeling? 

"Okay, I have to be missing something. What happened after I got by you at the end?" It would be the only reasonable explanation for the frustration that he was sensing in those words by Ryan. 

"Nothing. Nothing happened at the end. It's what happened during the middle of the race that has me bent out of shape." Chase could not help but look puzzled at Ryan, surprised he had not heard or seen a replay since the end of the event if it was so significant to frustrate him. 

"What happened?" Chase then sits down beside him, now feeling a bit of concern as a certain comment crossed his mind. He remembered when it was asked on the radio. He remembered Trey asking it. "Oh, are you still upset about us? Are you still upset about me crossing your bumper like I did? I know you said something to Tim, because he said something to Trey and Trey told me." 

"It's one thing for a regular competitor to cross my bumper like that and screw me over. It's another thing for someone that I love and care about so much to do that to me. So of course I am going to be pissed off!" Chase nods his head, understanding, remembering the conversation he and Trey had shared about it. They didn't say much during the event, but yet after the race, there was a decent size discussion once they had debriefed the finish to the race first.

"I would never have done that to you on purpose, Ry. We both know that's not how I fucking drive. Trey said I was clear, which clearly he was not right on that call..." Ryan nods his head as that was obvious based on the contact they almost shared together in the process. "I am sorry, okay? But that doesn't give you a damn fucking right to accuse me so damn hard. I thought we had a level of trust! You should obviously know that I do not have a problem with you." 

"Well I'm sorry in the moment, I was a little caught off-guard so I said the first God damn thing that came out of my mouth. It didn't help matters that Trey yelled back at Tim like he was insane! Like fuck!" Chase takes a deep breath, as he thinks back to what Trey told him after the race. He knew he was not happy about it.

"Trey was frustrated that he was being called out over the top, so I get where he was coming from. But he did cross a line with Tim, and I told him that. So I'm sorry for that..." Ryan then places a hand on his leg, as their eyes catch each others.

"I know what your problem is. You are too competitive and want to win no matter what so you take chances. The same way that I do. I can't get mad at you, though. Because we both know that I would do the same thing. But...." He then leans in, brushing his lips across Chase's very lightly. "I know the way to make it up for you. I know how to make you feel better after calling you out. We both know that you won't object either." 

"You are looking for an excuse to kiss-"

"I don't see you objecting." Ryan climbs on top of Chase's lap, pushing his lips into Chase's, running his fingers down the zipper of his firesuit. "I could probably take this off of you and you won't say a damn word to stop me." He then slowly begins to pull the zipper down, as he places a string of kisses along Chase's neck. "Any objections? I didn't think so." Ryan's hands then return to Chase's shoulders, slowly pulling the firesuit down them as their lips meet once again just like before. He then pulls it down to his waist, not allowing a bit of distance between them. 

"Ry...." 

"No objections, but begging for more. Just like I expected as we both know you can't say no to me." Ryan chuckles a bit as he moves off of Chase just enough so he can get the firesuit off of his hips.

"That's a two-way street, Ry. We both know you go looking for more than I do..."