Losail International Circuit, Doha, Qatar
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Three days later Trafalgar is being as much of a shit as ever, and Kid is happy to return the favor. The only times they've spoken to each other since the party covered their usual topics, at top volume. They nearly came to blows over which tires will have the best traction in the desert. So pretty much normal.
Except it's not the same really, because he can still remember exactly how good it feels to kiss Trafalgar while holding him down and coming inside him for a third time in a row.
Nothing like this had happened last season, of course. That had been his first year working on the same team as Trafalgar, and they were both a little more wary of each other back then. They'd stopped giving a fuck about even pretending to get along by the time they took the championship, however.
Ever since then their relationship has been... intense. Open warfare, some might say. The only way to let off that steam was either gonna be sex or violence, so it's probably a good thing that it happened this way.
And in his opinion there's nothing wrong with some good old-fashioned hatefucking as a method for relieving tension. He has no problem sleeping with a guy who made him so angry he'd lost his voice more than once from screaming at him on such a regular basis. The hassle of separating work from pleasure is worth it for the sake of sex that good.
Though going by Trafalgar's attitude towards him since then, it was just a one-time deal. If anything, the bitch had only gotten meaner.
Kid's alright with that, really. He doesn't fucking understand it – at all – but chalks it up to stress running extra high for both of them at the start of the season, and Trafalgar being a huge asshole. It doesn't hurt his feelings that Trafalgar didn't change his opinion of him after they slept together once, even if it was so good that Kid thinks it should have been a transformative experience for the little shit.
There is one little thing bothering him though. He can't stop thinking about it.
Now that he knows what Trafalgar looks like under his riding gear, he pays more attention to his ass and less attention to the bike under him. When they fight over whatever bone Trafalgar is picking that day, he'll lose his train of thought in the middle of it because he gets distracted by Trafalgar's mouth, and then the argument lasts twice as long.
He's got enough on his plate just preparing for the first race, he doesn't need to add anything else. And he's pretty sure he's only so preoccupied because he knows they're not gonna do it again. The harder he tries to just get the fuck over it the more he winds up fixating on it. It's turning into a real nuisance, but there's nothing he can do besides suck it up.
He can't even vent about it to anybody to get a little sympathy, either. The only person who knows what happened is Killer, and Killer would probably punch him in the face if he started whining about Trafalgar not wanting to fuck again. He'd spent the last year complaining nonstop about how much he fucking despised the guy, and before last week if anyone else in his crew had admitted they'd fucked Trafalgar he would've punched them in the face too, for being fucking traitors.
Still. It's really getting on his nerves.
Currently the team is on a flight to Qatar for the first real race of the season. The trip takes up a whole day, and the only thing on Kid's mind is worrying that every patch of rough air is going to jostle his bike, even though he spent an hour that morning making sure it was secure enough to survive a crash landing.
He still doesn't understand why the pilot wouldn't let him bring it into the passenger cabin. Screw regulations, that bike is worth more than the whole fucking plane.
When they land Trafalgar is whisked off to the hotel straight from the plane, while Kid and his crew are left unloading the bike onto the sweltering tarmac, inspecting every point of it for damages to sign off on the multi-million dollar transport insurance policy, then trucking the thing over to the garage assigned to the team at the raceway. Qatar is fucking hot, even in the spring. Thank god at least the shop is air conditioned, or Kid might have just died of fucking heat stroke.
As it is he's still sweating his ass off in the garage for fourteen hours a day overseeing the race prep for the next two days, and then at night when it finally cools off he's wide awake because of the goddamn jet lag.
He gets through it as best he can, none of his work suffers that's for damn sure. The minute he's 100% certain everything is perfect for the race the next day though, he falls right the fuck asleep on top of a pile of diagnostic results and engine schematics.
He wakes up again with sudden urgency when his subconscious detects someone is in his fucking garage, touching his fucking stuff. His hand shoots out and grabs a wrist, clamping down mercilessly around slim bones before he even gets his eyes open, and he snarls, "What the fuck you think you're doin'," as he tries to blink the sleep out of his eyes so he can identify the trespasser.
It turns out to just be Trafalgar that he's captured, looking at him with mild surprise.
"Oh. It's you." Kid lets go of his wrist and tries to frown, but yawns in Trafalgar's face instead. "What d'you want."
"The results of the performance tests this afternoon."
"Huh? What for?" Kid asks, as he starts shuffling papers around looking for the data Trafalgar is talking about.
Trafalgar doesn't answer him though, and he doesn't take the folder of printouts when Kid finds it and holds it out. He looks distracted, leaning against the edge of the table and drumming his fingers on it.
Kid waves the folder at him. "You want it or not?" He didn't actually care what Trafalgar wanted this shit for, the guy could do whatever he wanted with it.
No matter what problem Trafalgar found, or made up, the only thing Kid is gonna do is get back to his hotel room for some actual sleep. He'd already been through the fucking results three times himself, and cross-referenced it with a dozen other reports, and he knows there's nothing wrong with them.
There was nothing Trafalgar could say that'd convince him to do any more fucking work tonight.
Trafalgar finally takes the folder when Kid is ready to smack him with the damn thing, and starts thumbing through it.
Kid leans back in his chair and stretches, cracking his spine with a satisfying pop. "If you're gonna read it all, then take it with you. I'm lockin' the place up."
"Hmm," is all Trafalgar says.
Kid watches him for a minute, then gets exasperated when he realizes he's just staring. It doesn't seem like Trafalgar is flipping the pages with any clear goal in mind, either. "Did you come all the way down here just to fuck with me?"
"Why would I bother wasting my time."
"How the hell should I know why do you do any of the bullshit you do," Kid complains. It usually felt like Trafalgar only did anything if he knew it'd piss Kid off, but that doesn't stop him from hoping this might be an exception. And even though he really should go the fuck back to the hotel already, he doesn't hurry Trafalgar along.
"You still jet lagged too?" he asks instead, now genuinely curious what Trafalgar is up to this late before a race. Shouldn't his assistant have put him to bed and tucked him in by now?
"Somewhat," Trafalgar says, then seems to give up on finding whatever he was looking for in the test results and tosses the folder back on the table.
"What, nothing to bitch about tonight? That's fucking new. Wait-" Kid holds up a hand as Trafalgar starts to frown. "Don't start now. This is fine."
Trafalgar frowns at him anyway.
Kid is acutely aware that the last time they wound up alone like this they ended up fucking, but now they're in a different country, waiting to compete in a different race, a lot has happened since then really. Still, it feels very similar...
He is way too sleep deprived to try and figure out exactly where the parallels lay, so he decides to just go for it.
He puts a hand on Trafalgar's hip to tug him a bit closer. "Hey since you're awake, how about you help me with something..."
If the guy brushes him off this time then he'll take it as solid proof that Trafalgar really doesn't want to sleep with him again, and maybe he'd finally be able to get the bitch off his mind.
But Trafalgar does not brush him off. No, Trafalgar climbs right onto the damn chair with him, slides his hands into Kid's hair, and kisses him firm on the mouth, like he'd been waiting for Kid to do that the whole time.
Well. He'll definitely take this over Trafalgar finding another reason to yell at him.
And oh, that's really great, maybe even better than before. Probably because this time he's not too angry to appreciate that Trafalgar is actually damn good at kissing.
Trafalgar pushes in close, leaning his full weight onto him, making it real easy for Kid to get his arms around him and slide both hands down to grab his ass.
The first time he'd been too busy fucking Trafalgar to stop and really give his ass a good grope, so he's glad to do that now. It's a great ass, firm and tight from the thousands of hours Trafalgar spent on the track.
Kid might not admit it to anyone, but he knows Trafalgar really does ride like a god. He wouldn't settle for anything less than a world champion's ass on his bike. His standards are a little lower for who's allowed to ride his dick, but still. He can appreciate Trafalgar's gifts a lot more when it's like this.
And appreciate he does, getting Trafalgar's pants tugged down his thighs as much as he can without making him get out of his lap, just enough to let him thoroughly molest Trafalgar without any barriers while they make out nonstop.
With his pants half off it's pretty obvious just how much it turns Trafalgar on to have his naked ass groped, so of course Kid has to dedicate some time to appreciating his hard cock too, loving the way that makes Trafalgar squirm against his crotch, and how he has to break away to moan out loud when Kid rubs his leaking slit with a thumb.
"Like that, huh? You little slut," Kid mutters, unable to tear his eyes away from Trafalgar's dick now that he has a chance to see what he's doing. "Lean back a bit," he says, and Trafalgar props his hands on Kid's knees, demonstrating his expert sense of balance when he doesn't fall off while Kid drags his jeans off the rest of the way.
Trafalgar spreads his knees shamelessly as soon as they're free, putting himself on display for Kid right in his lap.
Kid swallows, his mouth going dry at the sight, and pushes Trafalgar's shirt up too, leaving him almost completely exposed. God, he still can't understand how Trafalgar looks so fucking gorgeous like this. But whatever, he doesn't need to understand, he just needs to touch him some more right the fuck now.
He gets his hand on Trafalgar's leaking dick again, and sucks on two fingers to get them wet enough so he can start playing with Trafalgar's ass properly.
Trafalgar looks like he's in heaven – his eyes are so heavy-lidded they're almost shut while he watches himself be fucked with Kid's fingers. There's just the hint of a flush darkening his skin, and he's biting his lip between sharp white teeth.
Kid can't tell if Trafalgar's rocking his hips on purpose or automatically, but either way it's so hot he can't stand it. Before too long he realizes if he doesn't get Trafalgar on his dick in the next ten seconds one of them is going to come before he gets a chance to fuck him again. And that's really not acceptable, because he's so tired he'll probably pass out as soon as that happens.
Luckily he has lube handy (just in case, he told himself when he made sure to have some with him every day for the last five days, I'm not obsessing I'm being prepared) so he doesn't have to waste time looking for anything. He just slicks himself up and gets Trafalgar wet as fast as possible, and then lifts Trafalgar by the hips and makes him sit down on his cock.
Turns out, Trafalgar isn't just good at riding bikes. Not much of a surprise, but still nice to know.
He doesn't have the energy to fuck Trafalgar for an hour straight tonight, and Trafalgar doesn't seem to be up for anything that exhausting either, so it's not as intense as it was the first time. Instead it's slower, more relaxing than tiring. Trafalgar can kiss him the entire time in this position, and does, while keeping a smooth, easy, up-and-down pace.
Kid's climax wells up warm and irresistible inside him, and it feels like such relief when he finally comes, groaning into Trafalgar's mouth, his fist already covered with Trafalgar's cum from half a minute ago. He could fall asleep right this second, but Trafalgar is still kissing him and he doesn't want to miss out on any of that either.
After a few more long delicious minutes though, Trafalgar stops.
"I should get back to my room," he murmurs, nudging against Kid's cheek with one last kiss.
"Yeah, me too." He nuzzles Trafalgar's ear a bit, mouthing at his earrings, and teases him, "Don't fuck up tomorrow."
Trafalgar pulls away, regarding him with a 'who the fuck do you think you're talking to' look that could rival Killer's.
Kid grins back, giving his ass a rough squeeze and a quick smack before lifting him off, letting Trafalgar find his own footing again.
He gets himself straightened out while watching Trafalgar pull down his shirt and get his jeans back on, then pushes out of the chair and stands up as well.
Once he realizes if they leave at the same time they'll end up going back to the hotel together though, he falters. It's kind of a long walk, they'd probably talk, and he'd really hate to sour the mood so soon by bickering about something stupid.
He pushes a hand through his hair, getting it out of his eyes. "I gotta lock up, so... g'night."
"Mmhm," Trafalgar says, and goes. If he wanted Kid to walk with him, he doesn't give any sign of it.
On his own way to the hotel ten minutes later, Kid kinda wishes he hadn't chickened out. Maybe Trafalgar was nicer right after getting fucked? He'd never find out if he didn't give him a shot.
…
Trafalgar (and Kid's bike) takes first in the race the next day, and breaks a course record in the process. By all accounts it's a perfect start to the season.
Trafalgar's posse flips their collective shit obviously, and throws another party at the hotel, but Kid and his crew decline the invite in favor of their usual victory celebration: getting absolutely trashed.
Normally this would be done with an all-night bar crawl through whatever city they're in at the time, except for when they're in Qatar, because in Qatar alcohol consumption is punishable by flogging. So for tonight they just drink smuggled vodka in Kid's room.
Around 2 AM he's very drunk, still humming with triumph from the win, and he gets to thinking about what Trafalgar is up to – whether he's still schmoozing sponsors at the party or whether he's back in his own room yet. Maybe he's with one of the fine young things that were always flocking to him at parties like that, even though he rarely looked twice at any of his hanger-ons during events. Then again, he never looks twice at Kid when anyone else is around either, and see where that got him.
He can't help wondering what Trafalgar would do if he showed up at his door. If he was with someone, Kid didn't mind sharing. Trafalgar probably looked real good fucking somebody else, he'd love to bend him over some other bitch and lean in close to tell him just how to do it...
But he's not gonna try that, because if Trafalgar shut the door in his face he'd probably end up kicking it down, or coming back to his room and sulking so hard his whole crew would know what happened by morning. He'd look like a huge idiot either way.
Still, he wishes he could. Trafalgar was great on his bike today, taking that win like it belonged to them. Kid wants a new celebration ritual, one that involves him and Trafalgar both reveling in the glory at the same time, and then ideally doing something that involved the hands that built the bike getting nice and friendly with the ass that rode it.
…
Trafalgar goes right back to being a huge fucking pain in his ass during the two weeks before the next race. When he's not finding new things to bitch about he's pretending Kid doesn't exist, shutting down any of the generous attempts Kid makes to talk to him without raising his voice. It's even more infuriating than it was before they fucked.
Kid is positive that Trafalgar's being more vicious than ever, too. Even his crew has remarked on how high strung the guy is lately, and they're used to ignoring him and Trafalgar turning the shop into a warzone almost every day. Eventually Kid gives up on getting anything out of him besides an argument and a stabbing headache from holding back the urge to kill.
The night before the second race though, when he can't help going down to the garage even though the bike is all set for tomorrow, on the off chance of something happening, Trafalgar is already there. Kid makes some empty complaints about him fooling around in the shop behind his back, then gets him face-first against a wall and fucks him hard from behind.
Now that he understands the pattern, it's pretty easy to go along with it. He works, they fight, they fuck, Trafalgar wins the races, and then repeat.
It's not the ideal arrangement – it'd be a lot nicer if Trafalgar didn't insist on being such an asshole literally all the goddamn rest of the time, just for example – but Kid has to say he still prefers it infinitely over how it was a month ago, with Trafalgar being an unrepentant prick and him not getting to screw the hell out of his bitch ass occasionally. He'll put up with Trafalgar's extra dose of venom during the days between races when he knows later he'll be able to work off his frustration in the best way.
All this hot and cold bullshit confuses the hell out of him, though. He can only guess why Trafalgar is being worse than before. If this was all a simple matter of stress relief like he originally thought, shouldn't it make the bitch chill the fuck out?
Maybe he really, genuinely despises Kid, and hates the fact he's attracted to him... which is both flattering to think that he's so irresistible it could overcome even the deepest grudge, and intensely aggravating that not even sex this good can make Trafalgar stop being so damn awful.
The other possibility is that Trafalgar is doing it all on purpose because he likes the rough fucking he gets out of it. Kid likes that option much better, since that would mean all the goddamn fighting was just Trafalgar's fucked up way of flirting.
He might not be able to tell what the hell is going on in Trafalgar's head most of the time, but at least he has no doubt about whether or not Trafalgar is enjoying this on some level. Whenever they fuck Trafalgar makes it no secret that he loves every second.
Even halfway through the season, nine races in and nine to go, it's still amazing how different Trafalgar is during sex. He lets Kid do anything to him without complaint, he's straightforward about what he wants to the point of openly begging for it, and he kisses like he really means it.
Trafalgar would have to do a lot worse before Kid would give up any of that.