Japanese Grand Prix #5
“I like…” Julien gulps as he stares into those dark eyes. “Control. I like being in control. Even more so on a day like today when everything feels outside of my control.”
“Yeah? That’s okay.”
“But you’ve never been with a man before. What if I take it too far? What if I push you outside of your comfort zone?”
“Gay sex doesn’t have a monopoly on safe words. I’m familiar with them. If I get uncomfortable, I can say something weird—maybe ‘box box’? Then you’ll know when to stop.”
Rafael grins like he’s proud of his stupid safe word. Honestly, though, sometimes stupid is for the best. It’s memorable, at least.
“Do you really think you can trust me?” Julien asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Enough to be your first time?”
He’s never been anyone’s first time. And his own first time wasn’t exactly—
“I think the real question is whether or not you trust me.” Rafael pulls a small bottle from his pocket—the lube. Silicone. He did his research. “I’m confident you’d stop if I asked you to. Do you feel confident that I won’t hold back? That I’ll tell you to stop if I get uncomfortable?”
Trust flows both ways—it has to.
Julien nods slowly and reaches up, kissing the corner of Rafael’s mouth. “I trust you.”
Rafael returns the kiss. It’s just a peck on the lips, but his is more centered, more purposeful. “Alright, Mr. Control. How do you want me?”
Luckily, Julien has thought about it often enough. He doesn’t hesitate to say, “Clothes off, brace on. Let’s use the bed today.”
“Yes, sir.” Rafael grins as he pushes the lube into Julien’s hand and steps back. He reaches up with his left hand, hooks the collar of his shirt, and pulls the garment up and over his head in one smooth motion.
His hair’s ruffled, his smile’s bright, but Julien’s eyes are drawn downward when he realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen the Brazilian man shirtless in person.
Julien follows Rafael’s socials, but most of the content seems impossible—the result of makeup or harsh lighting or photo manipulation. It’s hard to believe that his body is real. That this muscular hunk of a man with abs for days is at Julien’s mercy for the night.
Rafael turns towards the bedroom, but Julien stops him. “Wait.”
“Yes?”
Julien’s hand shakes as he closes the gap. “You’re so beautiful.” His touch dips into the valley between Rafael’s pecs and trails down, over the deep ridges of his abs.
“I haven’t been able to work out as much, because of the injury.” Rafael flexes and every muscle becomes more defined. “I’m usually a little bulkier.”
That’s hard to imagine. “You’re perfect just like this.” Julien’s light touch follows his dark, wiry, happy trail down, but stops at his jeans. “Or you will be, once these are off.”
“Yes, sir.”
While Julien is still looking down, Rafael leans in and kisses his forehead. It’s romantic, almost. Julien looks up in horror, but Rafael is already padding into the next room.
Fuck, this is too much. Julien tries to collect himself, but it’s easier to grab the rest of the sake bottle and upend it over his mouth.
It has roughly the same effect.
In the bedroom, Rafael stands completely nude in front of the low bed, shifting his weight back and forth on the tatami mat.
He fiddles with his brace. A black strap reaches over his good shoulder, landing between his bare pecs, and another wraps around. He’s already half hard, and his thick cock bounces as he struggles to hook the clip.
“Let me adjust this for you.” Julien loosens the horizontal strap, extending it as far as he can. “I want your other arm in here. Down.”
Rafael hesitates for a moment before complying. His left arm drops with defeat, and the limb looks so meaty as the strap tightens around it, digging into the flesh of his muscle.
“Good.” Once he’s satisfied, Julien checks the fit. “Let me see you move. Tell me if it’s too tight.”
Rafael struggles, his forearm lifting but falling limply. “It’s not too tight.” His erection bobs with the movement, notably harder than before. The tip glistens, already so wet with precum.
Julien grasps the leaking cock and pumps lazily as Rafael jolts and curls inwards.
“You receive an STI panel with your medical charts, right?”
Rafael nods as his arms fight against the restraints. He’ll give in soon enough. “Weekly.”
“I wouldn’t find any surprises, would I?”
The Brazilian driver shakes his head. “Always use protection. Never know, with the fans.”
“Always?” It’s a shame if that’s a hard limit. “How would you feel about going raw tonight? About coming so deep inside me, you’re still leaking out during our flight tomorrow?”
Rafael fucking whimpers before nodding.
Julien has never felt so powerful. He walks the larger man backwards by the shoulders until his calves hit the low mattress. “Sit.”
Rafael obeys.
Julien stacks a few pillows against the short, wooden headboard. It's enough for the man to be propped up at a slight incline—to be able to watch without touching. “Scoot back and lay down.”
Rafael obeys.
The head of his cock is violently red, and it twitches as another bead of precum gathers at the tip.
“Gorgeous.” The pearl of liquid draws Julien in until he ducks down, wraps his lips around the bulbous head, and sucks.
Rafael jolts, but at the angle he’s in, there isn’t enough purchase for him to thrust. His heels slip on the thick white duvet, and his body moves up the bed instead of into Julien’s mouth.
Perfect.
Julien doesn’t want Rafael to come like this, so he teases the man, lapping up his precum and focusing all of his efforts on his glans instead of the base or shaft. Without the fear of choking, Julien can appreciate the musk, the salty taste, and the true core of Rafael.
A writhing motion catches Julien’s attention, and he pops up to watch Rafael fight harder against the restraints. “Are you still good?”
“Yeah, I—” Rafael gasps. “I can’t move my arms.” His good arm struggles until his fingertips glide over Julien’s cheek.
“You aren’t supposed to.” Julien tucks the offending hand under Rafael’s back. “Move this again and I’ll blindfold you. This isn’t your reward anymore, it’s mine.”
With a whine, Rafael’s dick jerks and another glob of precum drips to his stomach. He likes the rough approach—likes being tied up and ordered around.
That’s so fucking hot.
Rafael closes his eyes and releases a shaky breath, admitting defeat. He lays heavier on the thin pillows that prop him up, surrendering himself.
Julien's core tightens and his dick twitches as he watches the larger man give in.
Absolutely beautiful.
The lube is still on the nightstand where he set it, and Julien slides off Rafael’s prone body to retrieve it. While standing, he finally drops the hotel towel.
Rafael strains to watch, his eyes round and focused on Julien’s midsection.
Of course he’s rock hard. Rafael does that to most people.
Julien slicks up his cock, jerking himself languidly while Rafael studies him with rapt attention. His mouth hangs open and everything.
Not straight. Got it.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.” Julien pours more lube into his palm before finally wrapping his hand around Rafael’s shaft.
“Hnnnnggg!!!”
After the initial jolt against his restraints, the man quickly lays back with a moan. He’s learning.
“It’s difficult to give up control.” Rafael’s eyelashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling. “It feels so good, though. Not having to think about what to do next. Letting it happen.”
“Good.”
Julien climbs onto the bed and straddles Rafael’s muscular thighs. With a dip of his hips, he presses their cocks together, chasing the warm, slippery pressure between them.
Rafael groans as he makes a pathetic little thrusting motion, urging the Frenchman to do more, be more, press harder. It’s cute, but useless when his feet slide out from under him.
Julien mindlessly rocks with him, relieving some of the pressure as he coats the fingers of his left hand with lube. Once his digits are nice and slicked, he tosses the bottle to the middle of the mattress and grasps Rafael’s free pec with his dry right hand.
“I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m going to go slow.” Julien shifts his weight forward, pressing deeper into the meaty muscle as he reaches back. His eyes stay locked onto Rafael’s dark expression while he circles his own rim, dipping in to wet it both inside and out as much as possible.
In, out, in, out. Even after Julien has fully opened himself, the tight ring of muscle still grips his thin fingers. “Don’t jostle me or it’ll hurt.”
Rafael nods quickly—so eager to please. “Yeah, take your time. Do whatever you need.”
What Julien needs is to relax. He leans forward, his lips finding Rafael’s. He meant for it just to be a quick peck, but Rafael surges up to meet him, his neck straining as he licks into Julien’s mouth.
Rafael’s tongue is talented, and the man eagerly sucks Julien’s bottom lip between his own before the smaller man finally pulls out of reach.
“What did I say about moving?”
Rafael, the little shit, just grins. “I didn’t move my arms.”
He should be punished—he’s practically asking for it—but Julien does feel a bit more relaxed now. He huffs, but lets it slide.
Once he’s fully slicked up, Julien drops his working hand. His fingertips leave trails of sticky lube along Rafael’s hairy upper thigh as he explores the area, finding his bearings.
He searches, trailing his light touch up and inwards, towards the man’s girthy cock. Once he has a good grip of it, he pumps.
The angle is awkward, but Rafael’s eyes flutter closed with a mumbled prayer as Julien guides him to his hole.
“There’s no way I’m gonna fit in there,” Rafael mutters, peeking an eye open.
Julien rubs the slick and pliable head against his tight entrance, pressing firmly once it catches against his rim. “You’ll fit.”