Warning: They make out. You have been warned.
Chapter 5 – After Australia
For the next couple of days, Kitty must have apologised a thousand times, even though Lorenzo constantly reassured her that it wasn't her fault. And, of course, there were comments. Jacques made comments the most often, and they were the nastiest. Lorenzo almost broke his nose again.
Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Chet switched between loud fighting and quiet love, but no one was sure when they would change. Sometimes, it would gently incline from one to another, and sometimes it would be a blink-and-you'll-miss-it change. Of course, they always fought on camera, but sometimes, someone would get a shot of them possibly getting along. When the crew stopped filming, it could be one or the other, but there was no particular pattern.
Well, until they started making out.
Chet was the one who started it. Lorenzo wasn't really into it at first… but he couldn't deny that he liked it. It was hot, it was passionate, and it was… really weird. But it was nice. They never did it in front of the others, of course, but Chet often dragged Lorenzo behind the trailers for another session, more often than Lorenzo would have liked, really. Being the more sexually frustrated of the two, Chet just couldn't get enough. And he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Sometimes Lorenzo had to tie Chet's hands together behind his back if he felt that Chet was getting too close to a strictly hands-free zone. And if he felt that Chet was acting too dominant over him, he would just walk away, which made Chet really grumpy. And they went back to absolute loathing again. That was the pattern.
However, after Australia, things were a little different.
Their make out session was definitely more intense that night. At first, their tongues fought for dominance, with Lorenzo eventually winning and Chet surprisingly not caring. Tonight, Lorenzo decided to let Chet's hands roam his body, sliding over slender hips, underneath his shirt and up his back, making him shiver. Lorenzo kept his own fingers gripped firmly in Chet's hair, pulling hard when Chet's hands were too far down. Chet learned quickly to keep his hands above Lorenzo's hips. Undying hate had been replaced by unconditional love when they realised that they had so much in common and they were, in fact, not so different. They weren't just lovers anymore, they were friends too. Lorenzo didn't have a lot of friends (or friends, period), so this was a pretty big deal for him.
Lorenzo pulled back on Chet's hair enough for him to breathe.
"I think… I think maybe we should go to bed now, Chet." He whispered. Chet groaned.
"Don't wanna go to bed." He complained.
"Yeah, but I do, and you look like you seriously need some sleep." Lorenzo whispered, looking at the bags under Chet's eyes. Lorenzo tried to step away, but Chet pulled him in closer for a hug, burying his nose into the crook of Lorenzo's neck.
"No…" He whined softly.
"Chet, you need sleep." Lorenzo hissed.
"You can't tell me what to do. You're not my mom."
"No, but I am your stepbrother, soul mate, and friend, so–"
"Friend?"
"Sure."
"I don't have a lot of friends."
"I don't have any friends."
"But you have me now, right?"
"Well…"
Chet pulled away and crossed his arms. Lorenzo sniggered.
"Aren't friends supposed to be nice to each other?" Chet hissed.
"Yes, and friends also tell each other to go to bed. When they have stuff to do tomorrow, like exams or winning races. Now, come on." Lorenzo hissed back. He grabbed Chet's hand and tried to drag him out from behind the trailer, but Chet pulled him back and started kissing him again.
"Five more minutes." Chet mumbled, placing his other hand on Lorenzo's hip.
"Fine, but I'll be counting." Lorenzo hissed.
End Chapter 5