CHAPTER 16 - CHICKEN AND RICE
chicken and rice
CHAPTER sixteen
Noah’s mouth was something else, as David discovered upon returning home. Noah was on his knees and sucking him off before they even got past the kitchen, and David was pretty sure all the neighbors could hear his noises as Noah worked his cock like he was born for it. And the fucking sounds he made—David nearly came undone from those alone. He gripped Noah’s hair and made him take it when he started moving his hips, until he had to hold the countertop with one hand and Noah’s head in the other to keep himself standing.
Noah moaned around the full length of his dick, and David came hard, the way he usually did when Noah did that. He released Noah’s head to let him suck him dry, until David stood there shaking in the kitchen, totally boneless.
They fucked on the couch next, slow and sensual, and everything Noah always needed after a long time away. David needed it too, but he let Noah take the spotlight for this round. He focused on pleasuring his boyfriend with every trick he’d learned over the course of their relationship, until Noah was panting and arching on the cushions, coming undone from David’s cock and hand.
The fuck after that was pathetic and needy, but David was too horny not to take his chance when Noah moaned his name during their post-sex makeout. Well, it was supposed to be their post-sex makeout.
“Greedy,” Noah said, his voice hoarse from crying out—and from David fucking his throat, of course.
“Mhm,” David replied as he pushed inside Noah another time, his dick barely hard enough to do so. Noah writhed on the couch underneath him, still overstimulated.
“Can I?” David asked with a loving nip to Noah’s neck. “Please?”
Noah moaned softly. David loved to see his face like this, flushed from pleasure and damp with sweat. He kissed up Noah’s neck, his way of politely asking to fuck.
Noah huffed out a laugh. “How do you have anything left?”
“Six weeks of waiting,” David teased, still locked in place in case Noah didn’t want him to move. “One more. Need you.”
Noah kissed him hard, his tongue caressing David’s mouth. David responded in kind, licking, sucking—everything he knew Noah liked. His cock swelled, fueled by the delicious friction of sex with no condoms and Noah spasming with aftershocks.
“Four times in one morning,” Noah panted. “Look at you, Jochmann.”
David preened under the praise. “It’s your fault. You make me crazy.”
Noah’s thighs wrapped around his waist, squeezing hard. “You’re close?”
David’s mouth went dry. His cock twitched in an eager yes. “I won’t last long, I promise. But if you want me to pull out—”
“No,” Noah said, winding his arms around David’s neck. “Just wanna feel you desperate. Come on.”
David needed no further encouragement. His thrusts were pathetic little snaps of his hips, but each one blew his mind. Soft noises left his throat against his will as he chased his pleasure, and within a few seconds, he let out a cry and felt the sputter of his release. It nearly pulled his consciousness away again, but this time it was because his body had nothing left to give.
“I fucking love it when you’re that horny for me,” Noah praised, kissing and suckling at his neck. “Emptied out in me, didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” David said in a shaky voice. “Not too much?”
“Just enough,” Noah assured him.
David winced a little from the overstimulation as he pulled out. They were both sweaty and breathing hard as they tumbled off the couch and made their way into the shower to rinse off. They traded kisses as they washed each other, and they didn’t bother putting clothes on once they dried off, opting to crawl into bed for a midday nap.
David put his arms around his boyfriend and buried his nose into the nape of Noah’s neck, perfectly sated.
“You’re perfect, you know?” Noah said, folding his hand over David’s at his navel.
“So are you,” David slurred, too fucked out to even register he’d basically agreed with the sentiment. “Love you so much.”
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David still couldn’t keep his hands off Noah when they woke up, but he made them chicken and rice according to his diet—though he added flavoring for Noah’s portion. Noah still had sex hair as they ate lunch together, and within two minutes of eating half his food, David had his hand down Noah’s pants, jerking him off.
“These are cashmere,” Noah whined.
“Pull them down, then,” David teased, leaning in closer.
Noah pushed back his chair, and David crawled into his lap, shifting to allow Noah to free himself from his pants to save his precious cashmere.
Their eyes met, and David lost himself in the depths of Noah’s brown irises, watching the pleasure rise there from only his hand. He used his free hand to cup Noah’s balls, and within seconds, Noah came all over his shirt.
“Fuck you,” Noah whispered before kissing him hard on the mouth. “You cheated, staring into my eyes like that.”
David smiled into the next kiss. “What kind of ex-teammate would I be if I didn’t know all your weaknesses?”
He waited for Noah to go into the bedroom to change his shirt before David cleaned the rest of his plate into the trash, only half eaten.
Back on track.
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Real life returned with the setting sun. David did his and Noah’s laundry and confirmed with Oxbow personnel that he would be coming in tomorrow for the official debrief. Noah took a few calls with Cobalt while David watched Finlay’s race onboard to see what he may have missed in the cockpit. He put his headphones on when Noah wandered into the bedroom to talk about confidential team things—a soft reminder that they were still rivals, though Noah’s still-healing wrist prevented him from driving.
If he’d just kept his mouth shut for another few races before making his stupid stand against his father, Noah’s wrist might have been completely healed already. He’d be back in the car where he was happiest, and he wouldn’t have to suffer through meetings where he had to give advice to his replacement.
David watched Finlay’s attempted overtake on him, then looked up as Noah waved a hand in front of his face. He paused the video and set his phone aside before pulling off his headphones. Noah dropped onto the couch beside him with an unreadable expression that never meant anything good.
“Everything okay?” David asked, taking Noah’s hand to kiss the back of his palm.
“I asked Jenson if I could go to Oxbow with you tomorrow to meet this douchebag who’s been giving you such a shit diet,” Noah said.
David furrowed his brow. He’d told Noah about Kyle, showed him his diet plan, and countered all of Noah’s criticisms with what Kyle had already explained to him.
“Jenson made some calls, and it was a flat no. Which I was expecting, but apparently Hugh says I’m not even allowed to drop you off in front of Oxbow even though it’s a public fucking street.”
David shifted uncomfortably. Hugh was always protective of the team, and Noah and Kyle being in the same room definitely wouldn’t go well. Hugh had the right idea for that one. “I’ll drive myself, then. I’ve been doing it every day while you’ve been gone.”
Noah cut him a withering look, but David knew the anger wasn’t directed at him. Unfortunately, he knew what that looked like a little too well. “This tells me that Hugh knows exactly what’s going on with you.”
David sighed. “There is nothing going on, Noah.”
“Has he been pulling any shit about Jacob taking your place or anything? You know, Oxbow bullshit?”
David shook his head. “He’s just Hugh. They have no reason to be upset with me. I won the race.”
Noah frowned. “Well, I asked Jenson what I would need to be able to do to support you. What legal things I might have to do.”
“No, Noah.” David shook his head. “You do more than enough already. You don’t need to do anything else for me.”
Noah was supposed to be in Colorado with his team. Instead, he was here with his boyfriend, ignoring his job as a driver. His wrist injury was the only reason Jenson was allowing it.
Noah tapped a beat on his thigh and said, “Jenson said I’d have to sever my contract.”
David sat up straight. “Absolutely not, Noah!”
Noah gave him a weak smile. “At some point, we have to accept that I may not be able to drive competitively again, babe.”
David gaped at him. “Yes, maybe at summer break when you speak to the doctors, but not now! You’ve barely given it time to heal.”
Noah had flown right back to the racetrack after the accident that caused this injury in the first place. He’d barreled through physical therapy, fully intent on racing again. Even after the incident at the hospital that worsened his injury, Noah was still cooking up plans on how he could beat the timeframe set out for him.
“It’s a tendon injury, David,” Noah said. “It’s not about if it’ll heal. Scar tissue means I’ll have a higher chance of tearing the tendon again—it’s going to be about how high those chances are.”
“You’re going to drive again,” David said, squeezing Noah’s hand. “You can’t give up.”
Noah rested their foreheads together. “It’s not giving up. I know it seems like that, but it’s not. I love racing, and I love driving. I can still do that when my wrist heals—but Formula America? It’s basically a guarantee I hurt myself again, and next time it might not heal at all.”
“You can’t let statistics scare you like that.” David swallowed around the lump forming in his throat. “Is this all because of my diet?”
Noah softened, which told David his answer before he even opened his mouth. “I’ve been supporting Cobalt remotely through all of the season prep. I’d rather support you. Oxbow is hurting you.”
David pulled his hand away to pass it over his face. Guilt threatened to break his shoulders, and they hadn’t even talked about baby stuff yet. “You can’t put that on me, Noah. I’m fine. You’re the only one worried about this stuff.”
“Which is why I need to be the one advocating for you.”
“No, you don’t.”
David didn’t want to fight. Today was still a good day, full of sex and laughter and being with each other. They couldn’t ruin it now. Klaus would see Noah stepping in as his advocate as a direct threat, since Klaus had handled David’s career thus far.
“Maybe we can make a deal,” David tried. He couldn’t allow Noah to paint a target on his back like that. “You can’t quit Cobalt, okay? No quitting. If the doctors say you can’t drive, then we’ll talk more about it, but you can’t quit until you know.”
Noah assessed him, showing the mathematician underneath the creative persona he exuded. Noah was a gifted strategist and outclassed every other driver in that respect.
“We have to eat dinner together every night,” Noah finally said. “Either over video or in person. And you have to eat all of your food, not half. A full portion, too. And if I find out you’re skipping lunch or breakfast so your calorie count doesn’t go up, I’m quitting Cobalt and becoming your representation.”
David’s stomach twisted. He could practically feel the fat thickening on his body at the thought of eating so much food. “Don’t make me do that.”
“Sorry, but that’s my deal,” Noah said with a shake of his head. “I’m not sitting by and watching you starve yourself. This morning scared the shit out of me, but I know how sensitive it is to talk about, so I kept a lid on it as best I could. I almost lost you once, and I’m never going through that again.”
“I’m not fucking sensitive,” David snarled, letting some of his anger leak out.
“You are, and that’s not a bad thing,” Noah said, gently rubbing his thigh. “You pick up on little things, which is what makes you such a good driver and an even better lover.”
David shot him a look as his cheeks warmed. He loved doing little things for Noah—he didn’t have to think about it. Noah was on his mind all the time. “That’s not being sensitive.”
Noah grinned. “It totally is. I love you, babe. I don’t want you to feel alone in this, and I don’t want you getting anything twisted because of something I’m saying out of love for you.”
“I won’t,” David promised. “You can always be honest with me.”
Noah pulled him in until David’s ear rested against Noah’s heart. He closed his eyes at the sound of his steady heartbeat. Noah’s fingers carded through his hair, brushing away his nerves.
“I want you to be healthy and happy, Jochmann,” Noah murmured. “That means putting weight back on. Passing out and feeling tired all the time is because you’re not eating enough.”
David didn’t want to talk about this anymore. “Okay, okay. I’ll do your deal. We’ll eat dinner together, but promise not to quit.”
“I promise,” Noah said with a kiss to his head. “Thank you.”
David lifted his head to give Noah a proper kiss. He’d do this only because he loved Noah so much. But if his performance suffered, things would have to change. Every deal could be renegotiated. Every driver knew that.