Japanese Grand Prix #6
After a deep breath, Julien rocks himself backwards and the bulbous head finally pushes inside, stretching Julien’s rim in a rush. Both men groan at the sudden sensation and Julien freezes as he adjusts to the intrusion.
“You’re so tight,” Rafael breathes.
“Maybe you’re just too fucking huge.” Breathe. Relax. “Why the fuck do you need a cock so big, huh? What are you even doing with it?”
Rafael’s mouth curls up into a smirk.
“Shut up.” He didn’t say anything. Julien shudders out a breath and nudges against the rigid staff again. “I should gag you.” He still didn’t say anything.
Julien wraps a hand around his own dick, pumping quickly to distract himself from the blunt cock splitting him open. His free hand explores Rafael’s torso again, following the curve of his plump muscles, grasping whatever he can while avoiding the arm sling.
Thankfully, Rafael is patient. He stays stone still as Julien slowly relaxes, pushing himself further and further down his girthy cock.
With every inch he takes, Julien feels antsier, hungrier, and impatient for more. Rafael’s thick length fills him, stretching his hole to the limit, but it isn’t hitting him where he needs it to.
Bracing his hands on Rafael’s abs, Julien pulls out slightly and pushes himself back with vigor. The feeling is instantaneous—the extra length drilling deep into him—and he wails.
Rafael shoots upright, his eyes wild as Julien does the same move again—pulling out, then impaling himself deeper with a bounce.
“Julien!”
Rafael’s barely-contained hand whips out and grasps Julien’s thigh, his fingers digging into the taut flesh, and the smaller man freezes.
“No touching,” he gasps.
“But—”
Julien pants and shakes his head as he adjusts to the stretch of Rafael’s thick base. Once the uncomfortably tight clenching passes, he relaxes. “Not yet. You will, I promise, but not yet.”
Rafael closes his eyes and inhales a deep breath. “Alright.” Finally, his fingers slip away from Julien’s leg.
With a light press of Julien’s fingertips, the man is reclined again, his hand tucked behind his prone body.
“That’s it, baby. Keep yourself controlled for me.”
There’s only a little bit left to take. Julien works himself further down with a shimmy, rolling his hips and pausing when he needs to adjust to the thick width.
Once he finally bottoms out, Julien falls forward onto Rafael’s hard chest. The brace is rough against his overheated skin, but the scratchy fibers are grounding. “I need a moment.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Rafael groans. “The way you’re squeezing me—pulsating around me—I can’t last too long like this.”
Julien grins and rocks with the praise, grinding his cock forward into the valley between Rafael’s stone abs and sinking back onto his thick length. “Stay hard for me, Rafael.”
“I’ll try, but I really don’t think—”
“Don’t think, just stay hard.” As the fire builds, Julien pushes himself up and thrusts back in earnest, fucking himself down on Rafael’s cock. “Let me use you. Make me feel good.”
“Fuck.” Rafael tenses, the cords of his neck jutting out as he throws his head back. When he finally relaxes, his Adam’s apple bobs. “Don’t say shit like that if you want to keep me hard. I don’t have the willpower.”
Julien undulates with a laugh. As his confidence grows, his cock leaks, leaving a trail of precum down the larger man’s stomach and driving into it with every thrust. “Will you stay hard for me? Until I am completely satisfied?”
After a moment too long, Rafael finally breathes, “Yes.”
“You’re such a good toy.” Julien continues his thrusting, gradually increasing speed until he’s literally bouncing on the steely girth.
Every exhale is punched out of him as the cock drives deeper, but with every moan or whine that falls from Rafael’s lips, Julien fucks back harder.
There’s a terrible part of him that wants to make Rafael come first—to hold out and see how far the Brazilian can go before he falls apart—but Julien’s too selfish to chase anything other than his own pleasure.
He leans backwards, gripping Rafael’s thighs right above his knees. The angle of his thrusts shifts until every connection is a punch to Julien’s prostate. Suddenly he’s crazy with want for more, more, more, harder, harder, harder.
His knees ache, his body stutters, and everything is both too much and not enough. Julien needs Rafael. He needs the man to thrust into him, to hold him, to drive deeper, faster, harder, longer.
Yes, Rafael is such a beautiful toy when he’s completely still, but Julien needs more.
He unhooks the clip for the sling and Rafael’s eyes fly open.
“Touch me.”
Rafael surges up, the sling falling away as he grasps Julien’s waist and pistons his hips upwards. He still can’t extend his right shoulder, but his bulging forearms are more than strong enough to lift Julien and bring him crashing down.
The motion drills Rafael’s dick further and deeper into Julien until the smaller man cries out with pleasure.
He falls backwards onto the plush mattress and Rafael chases him, sucking marks into his skin while pistoning deeper, deeper inside. He has more leverage on his knees, and Julien barely recovers from one thrust before he takes it again and again and again.
It’s thrilling and intense and his orgasm rises higher and higher until Julien can barely get a hand around himself in time. He spills over, painting his own chest with ropes of cum, as he sobs through his release.
Rafael continues to fuck him through his orgasm, not stopping or slowing when Julien’s slack hand slides off his shoulder and hits the mattress.
“Julien,” Rafael grunts. “Julien, please.”
“You’re doing so well, Rafael. Fucking me so good.” Julien lulls over and kisses the wrist next to his face. “Makes me want to keep you like this—hard and ready to be used.”
“Please,” Rafael whimpers.
“I’ll get you a cock ring. Make sure you don’t come ever again.”
Rafael shouts as his legs stutter, but he continues to drill forward, snapping his hips and using the entire length of his cock in each deep thrust.
“Do you like being used? Forced to please someone else?” Julien doesn’t even know what he’s saying, it just tumbles out of him. “You’re such a good toy. My favorite.”
Rafael grunts with frustration. It’s so silly—he could just come. Julien didn’t even threaten him with anything. The only reason Rafael is still holding out is because Julien hasn’t given him permission yet.
How long would he keep going if Julien told him to? Could Julien get hard again by then?
“Julien!”
“Come for me, Rafael.” Julien’s too satisfied to be cruel tonight. “Come deep inside—I want to taste you.”
Rafael makes a choked sob and he lifts the smaller man, holding his pelvis impossibly tighter to himself. His cock pulses with his release, and Julien gasps, his hole oversensitive.
When he finishes, Rafael collapses, his arms falling at weird angles as he crashes into the Frenchman.
“Hey! Watch your shoulder!”
“‘Mfine.” Rafael inhales at the crux of Julien’s neck and releases it slowly. “Fuck.” Again, he inhales deeply. “Fuck!”
“Are you alright?”
Rafael chuckles as he squeezes Julien tighter. “Nothing should ever feel that good. How will I get anything done now? How can I think of anything other than being inside of you? You’re addicting.”
“Yeah, yeah.” It’s just post-coital ramblings. Nothing real. Julien cradles the larger man’s head as he nuzzles into him. “You did so well, Rafael. I’m impressed you held out so long.”
“Wanted to be good for you,” he mumbles into his skin. “You’re so perfect for me. Let’s do this forever.”
If Julien isn’t careful, he might believe him one day.
Julien has spent too many commercial flights cramped between muscle-bound mechanics to actually boycott a private flight.
He’s still pissed at Thomas, though, so he dons his large soundproof earphones as they board. They don’t actually proof the sound, but the visual makes it easier to ignore his brother whenever he tries to talk at him.
Once Thomas is finally asleep, Julien flings his bag open and digs out his laptop and controls.
“Are you streaming again?” Rafael leans into his space and rests his heavy hand on his thigh. It’s burning hot, even through a layer of thick jeans.
Julien shimmies down his chair, breaking the contact to plug in his laptop cable. “Yeah, I was planning to.”
“Can I watch?”
Once the foot pedals are in place, Julien pops back up. “If you want.”
Rafael already has his tablet face down and pushed away, towards the window. If he still doesn’t like his book, he should find a movie or something. Instead, he looks at Julien expectedly.
“Hey guys.” Julien adjusts the angle of his microphone, jumping when the camera light blinks on. The image is distorted by tape residue, but it’s definitely his real face.
“Julien!”
Oh, that kinda sucks. This is supposed to be his Romeo time.
How weird would it be to ask his team to keep calling him Romeo? Even if they use everybody else’s real names?
That’s probably pretty weird.
“Where are you?”
“Uh…” Julien squints and tries to make out the little borders on the screen at the front of the plane. It doesn’t matter—he’s shit at geography. “Somewhere between Japan and Germany.”
The guys laugh in unison, and it sounds forced, almost.
“Are you on a private jet?”
“Oh yeah.” Julien picks up his laptop as far as the cables will let him and shows off the aisle. “This isn’t normal for me, though. Usually I’m on a commercial flight with the rest of the team. This year, well, obviously it’s different.”
“I can’t hear what they’re saying.” Rafael leans closer, until his curly hair enters the frame.
“I don’t have any other headphones.”
“I have headphones.”
“Yeah? And how are you going to connect if I’m already connected?”
The most interesting part of the stream is the racing. Rafael doesn’t need to listen to the guys ramble on about nonsense while they fight on track.
“Rafael Souza?!”
“They said your name,” Julien relays.