CHAPTER 6 - PINK FROSTED DONUT
pink frosted donut
CHAPTER six
David slept like a baby with Noah on a video call with him all night. He opened his eyes to a low-angle view of Noah eating a panini at a cafe on his lunch break. David watched the way his fingers moved: thrumming the table, grabbing his spoon, curling around his glass to take a drink of sparkling water. David wished for Noah’s touch on his skin instead.
“No funny business, Jochmann. I’m in public,” Noah said, adjusting the camera so David could see his face.
“You were watching,” David said sleepily, warmed by Noah’s vigilance.
“Like a hawk, sweetheart,” Noah said, blowing him a kiss.
David blushed and let out a laugh before blowing one back.
“Aw, thanks, baby!” Noah gushed and David’s smile threatened to break his face.
David lay in bed a little longer, grounding himself with the noises of Milan coming through the speaker. He missed Noah so much, and it hadn’t even been a week.
“What should I have for breakfast?” David asked around a yawn. “It’s my last meal before I meet with my new trainer.”
“Definitely a cappuccino with whole milk, a donut, and one of those savory crepes from the Westie,” Noah said. “Get a pink frosted donut—the raspberry one.”
David’s stomach growled at the thought, but quickly stopped when he thought about leaving his apartment alone. Klaus was probably watching that coffee shop, just waiting for him to venture there alone.
“I’ll save that for when you’re back,” David said. “Diet be damned.”
Noah smiled. “Deal. Only if I get to lick frosting off you after.”
“I thought you said to keep a lid on it while you’re in public?” David teased as he rolled out of bed.
“There’s only like a fifty-fifty chance anyone around me speaks English that well,” Noah said with a smirk. “Foreigner advantage.”
David slipped into his native tongue to ask, “So I can talk about how much I want to fuck you if I say it in German?”
Noah pointed a fork at him. “I don’t need to understand German to know you just said something dirty.”
David winked at him. “Make sure no one can see your camera, then. I’m about to change.”
Noah scrambled for his phone as David set his on his dresser, propped up by one of Noah’s folded hoodies. David grabbed the hem of his sleeping shirt, then paused. “Ready?”
“You’re killing me, but yeah,” Noah said, and David caught the desire in his voice.
David never had issues with his appearance while growing up. His insecurity used to come from his awkwardness around women, but it pretty much faded when he figured out that was because he wasn’t attracted to women. He never thought he was the most attractive guy in the world, until Noah. Noah made him feel like every part of his body was the sexiest thing on the planet.
David made sure he was in full view of his phone camera before pulling off his shirt. He tossed it into his hamper before looking at Noah, who was gaping at him.
“Don’t drool on your lunch,” David teased.
“I’m going to get arrested if I stand up,” Noah replied, his eyes raking over David’s body.
David let out a snort before shucking off his sleeping shorts to be fully naked. He made sure Noah could see all of him in the camera and took his time selecting one of his Oxbow polos from the dresser.
“You’re killing me,” Noah whined. “I should have gone to the fucking bathroom.”
David pulled on his polo. “Maybe next time. I’d be happy to get you off on your next break.”
“Well, I now have plans to continue this at dinner,” Noah said.
David hopped into a pair of boxers and picked up his phone again. “You should get back to work. More later.”
Noah shook his head and leaned back in his chair. He looked so casually cool—he always did. Being attractive was effortless for him. “Like I said, gotta wait a second before I stand up. I’ll stay with you until you’re in your car.”
David smiled, wishing once more that he could be in Noah’s arms again.
******
David’s new trainer was fucking jacked. His name was Kyle, and he was probably the most all-American guy David had ever met. David had expected a scrawny European, but apparently Kyle’s foray into Formula 1 had been by accident after connecting with a driver at an American football game. Kyle, of course, had been a college football player.
“Weight is our biggest problem this season,” Kyle said, scrolling through his iPad. “The engineers are working to fix weight issues on the car, but I think you and I can make a much bigger dent with diet changes.”
David slung a towel around his neck as he cooled down on the stationary bike in the Oxbow gym. “I’m not at my usual weight, obviously,” he said. “I’ll probably cut ten pounds by race one.”
Kyle shot him a smile full of expensive veneers. He was so LA. “I think we can do better. Any pound lost will cut time on track, so this season we can get you leaner without sacrificing too much strength. You’re a bit bulky.”
David blinked, glancing down at his exposed stomach. His abs were a bit less visible than usual, but hardly. “Bulky?”
Kyle nodded, his focus back on his iPad. “I think we can get you down thirty pounds by mid-season. I got all of your old measurements from last season, and there’s still quite a bit of fat weight you could have lost.”
“What? Where?” He’d looked pretty damn good during summer break last year, and his old trainer, Trace, seemed to think so too.
“Everywhere,” Kyle said, smiling at him. “That’s good. We have a ton of room for improvement. If you lose thirty pounds, you could shave half a second off your lap. Maybe more with car changes.” He stood up from where he’d been sitting on a weight bench. “Take a look at your chest, for example. A lot of this chest muscle isn’t needed. We’ll focus on full body strength with an emphasis on your neck, but we can really trim you down here.”
David slowed his pedaling. His shoulders had always been pretty broad, his chest, too. “Is it fat or muscle?”
“A bit of both, but mostly muscle there. You have a lot of fat in your lower body,” Kyle said. “Here, here, and here.” He gestured to David’s hips, glutes, and thighs.
David frowned. Now that he looked at it, his hips did have a bit of fat on them. And if he really thought about it, his thighs weren’t as defined as he remembered.
“And, of course, a bit of belly, but we’ll chalk that up to winter break, eh?” Kyle teased with a wink.
“Yeah,” David replied, forcing a laugh. No one had ever said he had a belly before. He’d been judging Hugh for his yesterday, and here he was getting fat without even noticing.
Maybe Aiden had mentioned car weight being such an issue to try to get David’s attention on his weight. God, he had been thinking it was completely a car problem. The whole team was probably looking at his weight numbers and shaking their heads.
Fuck.
“How much do you think I can lose before the first race?” David asked.
Kyle shrugged. “Depends on how serious you are.”
David stopped pedaling. “I’m the champion. I’m pretty fucking serious.”
Kyle crossed his arms, almost as if he didn’t believe him. “Yeah? Well, I’ll consider it a win if we can get you down ten pounds, like you said.”
David nodded once. He’d lose double that, just to prove to this football guy that he wasn’t some rookie. “What are the diet changes?”
“I’m having meals delivered today. You’ll have lunch here and take dinner and breakfast home. Water only for liquids, except your morning protein shake and a black coffee if you need it. Don’t feel too bad if you have to cheat a few times during the—”
“I don’t cheat,” David said flatly, hopping off the bike. “You have a lot to learn about me if you think I’d cut corners on something as stupid as a diet.”
Kyle smiled. “Fair enough. I’ll need you to document everything you eat. I can only be successful if you write down everything—so if you do cheat, I need to know.”
“Fine,” David said, heading for the gym shower.
“Basically, we’re cutting out processed foods and additives like sugar and sodium as much as we can,” Kyle said, following him. “Eating clean and—“
“I get it, mate,” David said, pushing the door open into the locker room. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Kyle slapped his shoulder. So American. “You bet. Make sure you get another twenty minutes on the treadmill at incline before you hit the sack, yeah?”
David made a face. “Hit the sack?”
Kyle laughed. “It means going to sleep.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay.” He hated when he didn’t understand American phrases. Everyone always made it seem like he was the butt of a joke, except Noah. “See you tomorrow, Kyle—and hey, don’t post anything on social media, okay?”
Kyle gave him a thumbs-up. “Already got briefed. I won’t post anything.”
David shot a half-hearted smile over his shoulder before closing and locking the locker room door behind him. He tested the knob just to be sure it was locked, then grabbed a towel and headed for the shower stall. The longer Klaus thought he was in Europe, the better.
David rinsed off and washed his hair quickly, all too aware of the rounded edges of his body that he’d never noticed before. Noah had only sharp lines and lean muscle. His ribs naturally showed a little when he stretched, and his stomach was always toned. His thighs were strong from wrapping around David’s waist, and—
David thought to grab his phone for a video call but decided against it. Maybe Noah noticed the flab on his body too; he just hadn’t mentioned it. Americans were like that—they didn’t address problems directly, they just waited until they got so big they couldn’t be ignored, then watched the whole thing blow up.
David pinched at his stomach, frowning at how easy it was to grab a roll of fat.
He’d let himself slip. All of his thoughts about waiting until later in the break to focus on getting back into shape were excuses to keep eating fat and sugar. Cappuccinos, French pastries, pink frosted donuts—holy fuck, no wonder the car was so slow.
He finished his shower and changed into fresh clothes, now conscious of the way his polo pulled tight over his chest. Fat and muscle, not just muscle. David tossed his towels in the laundry hamper and scoped out the empty gym before grabbing his backpack and phone. He had a text from Noah.
home from work. continue where we left off?
David swallowed hard. sorry, workout killed me. too tired to move.
He didn’t want Noah to see him until he got some proper training in. Until he was back to looking like he used to.
David’s cheeks burned as he hurried for the door. His phone buzzed with an incoming call and he accepted it.
“Why, hello there,” Noah answered. “Did I catch you at a good time?”
David paused, unable to stop himself from smiling at the desire in Noah’s voice. “I’m in the gym. Alone.”
“That so?”
God, David missed him so much. He tried the door. Still locked. “Yeah. Just me in here and the door is locked.”
Noah laughed. “I thought you were too tired?”
Heat rushed between David’s legs, but one thought of his extra fat and he went soft again. He cleared his throat. “I want to help you get off.”
Noah groaned. “Fuck, I wish you were here in person.”
David leaned against the tile wall, glad that Noah couldn’t see his face. “And what would I be doing? Fucking you or sucking you off?”
He heard the sounds of Noah stroking himself, probably imagining a much more muscular, lean version of David doing things to him. The idea of phone sex had always seemed a little weird to David, but Noah never made anything awkward.
“I think I’d suck you off,” David said, lifting his shirt to pinch his stomach again. He dug his nails in until it hurt, staving off his desire with pain. “Maybe not finish you, though. I’d get too greedy.”
“Fuck,” Noah ground out, panting into the phone. “I want you inside me so fucking bad right now.”
David bit his bottom lip. Yeah, phone sex was still weird, but he loved that Noah loved it. “I can’t wait to fuck you when you get here. You’re always so tight at first, it’s like—“
“Fuck!” Noah let out a shuddering breath.
David paused with an open-mouthed smile, his heart beating quick in his chest. “Did you just…?”
“Mhm,” Noah groaned, and there was rustling on the line. “Early, I know. That’s how bad I need you. Wait until you touch me when I get there. I’m about to embarrass myself in the pit lane.”
David laughed. “We’ll see each other before then. I’ll clear out Oxbow hospitality as soon as you get to the track.”
Noah sighed. He sounded so relaxed. “Your turn. I wanna get you off.”
“I’m afraid I have to go to a meeting, then eat my first lunch on my new diet. I like this trainer; he’s very serious.”
David knew he’d never get off thinking about all the fat on his body, about how dangerously close he was to becoming one of the pudgy armchair drivers who told him that if they’d been in his place, they could have won the championship too.
“Is my boyfriend gonna have a new, hot bod when I get there?” Noah teased.
“Yep. We’ll see if you can keep up with my stamina,” David shot back, grateful to have avoided sex for now. “If you can walk the pit lane when we’re done, I’ll give you a gold star.”
Noah laughed—David’s favorite sound in the world. “You’re on. I’m starting double cardio sessions to make sure I can keep up.”
David clutched his phone tighter, as if it might keep Noah closer to him. “Can’t wait.”