Word Count: 1,133/27,373
Warnings: explicit het sex between Letty and Brian; minor D/s tones
Author's Note: So, let me just say that I have absolutely no idea where this chapter came from. I was not expecting it, in the slightest, but Letty just sorta surprised me. I don't see anything between Letty and Brian in the slightest, but Letty's high and horny after her race, and Brian figures that she's the closest he's ever going to get to what he really wants. They are both good friends, but there is absolutely no romantic relationship between the two of them. The only reason this happened was because of the adrenaline rush.

Anyway, it's been a very long time since I wrote a het sex scene, so I'm a little nervous. Let me know how it turned out, even if it's just to say that it sucks and I should stick to slash, because I am more than willing to stick to slash. :D

Fae


Chapter Four
A week and a half later, Brian was mingling in the crowd at the finish line of the qualifying race in Koreatown, listening over the com as Letty swore her way through the race. He had a little trouble holding in his laughter at some of her more creative threats. He knew that most of them had come from Ali over the last two months, but that didn't change the fact that they were still hilarious.

While he was waiting for Letty to finish, he took the time to talk to the spectators. It never hurt to have a backup plan, just in case something with sour. He had learned that the hard way.

Letty came roaring over the finish line in first, just like he knew she would and he grinned. They locked eyes briefly when she got out of the car. He inclined his head in her direction and she flashed a grin his way just before Campos reached her.

"Congratulations," Campos said, offering his hand. "You work for Braga now. When the GPS calls, you follow."

She thanked him and he walked away. Yashar kept her for a few minutes longer, getting a couple details out of the way before they were able to say their goodbyes. Letty got back into her car and took off with Brian following a few minutes later.

They drove for around twenty minutes before Letty pulled into an empty parking garage and headed up a few floors. They both got out and Brian approached her.

"Congrats," he began.

Letty pushed him backwards, pulling his head down and smashing their lips together. He stumbled back against the car and kissed back before managing to pull apart briefly.

"Letty, what about Dom?" he asked between kisses.

"He broke up with me. You know you want this, Bri. Please."

He hesitated, but nodded. She continued kissing him as she started pulling off his clothes. Once his shirt was on the ground, she kissed her way down his chest, fumbling with the button on his pants. He helped her out by toeing off his chucks, but was otherwise content to take the lead.

She wasn't wrong; he did want this. The tension had been circling, surrounding them for the last two months, every time they sparred.

She wasn't entirely right, either. He was just using her as a substitute for the one he really wanted: she was the closest thing he could get to Dom.

At the same time, he was fairly certain that she was just using him, too, so he wasn't concerned. This was just about release and the post-race high. Nothing more.

Once he was naked, she pressed against his chest. He followed the unspoken demand and lay back on the hood of his car. She pressed teasing kisses along his stomach, hips and thighs before she finally took him into her mouth. He arched up into her mouth, but she put her hands on his hips and pressed down as she pulled off of him.

"Don't move, Buster," she said in a husky voice.

He nodded and she went back to work. She wasn't strong enough to forcefully keep him still, but he was more than willing to follow her order. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that her small hands were larger, heavier, as they pressed him down, manhandling him, controlling him.

She deep throated him and he tensed, just slightly. He had more control than that, but he was close. He forced himself to hold on and she finally pulled back with a pop. She removed her own clothes and he took that time to push himself up the hood so he was leaning against the windshield.

She climbed up on the hood and straddled his hips. He reached to steady her, but she shook her head with a smirk and gripped his wrists, pressing them against the hood at his sides. "My show, Buster."

She slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, letting her head drop back. Once she was seated, she stayed still for a few seconds before she began to move.

Brian groaned and wanted to thrust up into her, but he had enough control to stay still and let her do the work. He had been close from the blowjob, so when her rhythm hitched, he was more than ready to cum with her.

"Come on, Arizona," she said, her voice low pitched. "Cum for me."

He let go and felt her follow him over the edge. She slumped onto his chest and he brought one arm up to wrap around her. She slid off of him and shifted so she was lying on the hood next to him, her head resting on his chest.

They lay in silence for a while, just enjoying the glow. Finally, Letty spoke up, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"I think you'll be good for him."

"Huh?"

"Dom and I- We're too much alike; both too dominant. He let me lead, but it chafed him. He needs someone like you; someone who will submit to him, follow his lead and back his play. That's always been you."

"Letty-"

"It's okay, Brian. Dom and I may have only broke up a few months ago, but we've just been going through the motions for a while now. To be honest, we started breaking up the night you lost your car."

"I never meant to come between you."

"I know. Just like I know you never wanted to hurt him. But it happened. It's something I've had to learn to deal with. It's something you'll have to deal with, too. Both of you will. I just wanted to let you know that it's okay. When we get him home, go after him."

"Letty, Dom isn't gay."

"Dom appreciates a fine body, regardless of the make. And trust me, there ain't a man straight enough or a woman bent enough that the thought of you on your knees for them wouldn't be enough to make 'em turn."

Brian had never been more grateful that he didn't embarrass easily, otherwise he'd be bright red.

"Just take care of him for me, Arizona. Don't make me regret giving him to you."

"I promise, Letty."

"Good. Now come on. You've got work in the morning and I've got some repair work to do before Braga calls."

They both got up and pulled on their clothes.

"If he doesn't call you tomorrow, I'll see you the day after," Brian said. "Whatever happens, call my cell when you get the notice. We'll stay in contact over the coms, of course, but I need a record for the brass."

"Will do, Arizona."

She pulled him down for one last brief kiss before getting in her car and driving off.