Unchartered Waters ✅

Chapter 88: Hanging in L.A.

Chase's POV

Friday, February 4 – Los Angeles Coliseum

"I love Dale and all, but I wish it was you in your own car today," I comment as I finish putting on my firesuit.

It was actually pretty crazy to think the season was finally here, and Sunday would mark the first race of the year. Where did the off-season go? Though with racing, the commitments were already beginning to form together as today it was about filming a commercial for NBC with Dale Jr., Ryan, and Bubba. Let's face it – I am not complaining as I am willing to take whatever laps I can around this place before Sunday.

"I was almost ready to stir an argument but Dale did a lot for me," Alex replies, to which I nod my head in agreement. I remember the discussions in Dale pushing for Alex to be hired, and I couldn't thank him enough for that now. It turned out to be a great decision as Alex can drive, and we all know what else has happened. "Just promise not to mark up my car – or allow Bubba to do anything for that matter."

"Are you still bitter over what happened?" I question, knowing their history from a couple years ago at the ROVAL. I can't say that I agreed with Bubba did even as his friend, but I had been able to move forward in knowing we all have our bad moments at times.

"It's one thing to get all mad and get into me. It's another to throw a water bottle at me and mock me when I'm not feeling good." I wasn't about to argue as I remember telling Bubba that he had crossed the line then, and that was even before the feelings had been established. Just imagine if that happened this year – he would be kicking a swift kick in the ass.

"Well you don't have to worry as Ryan and I will take care of your baby." I then place a light kiss on my cheek, before heading out of the trailer, knowing I didn't want to be the reason why things got held up this afternoon.

The commercial shoot went smoothly as the cameras pretty much filmed everything without much direction offered. We were just told treat it like a usual pre-race and laps around the track, so that's what we did. It will be interesting to see what the finished product will be.

I also have to admit the laps around there were interesting, as the track raced differently than I had imagined. There were several notes made in the passes accomplished, as well as those on me, knowing that'd be critical for Sunday.

"Those rumble strips aren't like your usual rumbles," Ryan comments to which I nod my head in agreement. I thought we would have to stay off the very inside of the corner, but that was where he was able to pitch the car and make a pass by me. "Tidbit rougher than the track, but there's grip to make it work."

"It's going to make for some tight racing, and great ability to set-up passes," I reply in response as the pair of us make our way up to the skybox. We overlook the speedway together. It was actually a little surreal when you look over the coliseum to see a race track built down there. this was the stuff that you saw only in movies, but yet here we were, just two days away from tackling this bullring in real life. "It's pretty cool to think that we just made history – a part of the first four to make laps around here."

"Given the history and significance of this weekend, I think we should find a way to celebrate in style..." He then wraps his arms around my shoulders, to which I couldn't complain about the feeling in his arms. Despite everything, there was nothing that could replace the simplicity and greatness I felt in this moment.

"Shouldn't we wait until one of us make real history?" Let's face it – we both showed promise together, and both knew how to handle tight bullrings. As long as he didn't repeat past experiences of wrecking me like K&N, we would be fine. We just had to be there at the end when it counted.

"I was actually hoping to christen the place..." His lips clashing against me brought no objection to his plan one bit as I would take any excuse to pawn my hands all over his body.

"Who am I to deny you of that?" I then push him back away from the edge, pinning him against the wall, allowing our lips to clash together once again. "I could never say no to you." I then pin his hands up against his head with my own, deepening the kiss that much more, our tongues fighting for control.

"You didn't want to talk to me for awhile, for which is something I deeply regret." I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want reminders of how he ripped my heart out of my chest, stomped on it, and just added to the pain for months. I didn't want reminders of betrayal, and the mess we created. That was in the rearview – somehow that I still couldn't fathom because there was nobody else I could probably allow that to happen with.

"Let's not talk about that.." I then push my body against his, grinding my ever growing and hardening cock against his, knowing if we were both focused on the same goal, the thought of what happened would not be a distraction. "Isn't there something else that we should be doing right now?"

"Fuck Chase..." The moan escaping his lips was exactly what I wanted, as his body arched against the wall, pressing against mine. I took advantage of the angle, sucking on his neck a little. "Damn, can you do that to my cock please?" Oh fuck, that was the plan anyway as my fumbling hands reach for the zipper on his suit, slowly pulling it down the length of his body. The motion is repeated in return, with both of our suits lying on the ground before us. "For the record, your workout program that you've adapted lately fits you well. That peach of an ass is stunning."

"The muscle tone of your arms, along with your chest is perfection." I then leave a trail of kisses along the length of his shoulder, before snaking down his body. My teeth land on the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them as I keep him pinned against the wall with my hands.

"That's right baby, reveal the present inside."

"Need you so bad..." I slither back up his body, reaching his cock, licking just the mere tip. Fuck, he tastes so good. How could I forget how great he tasted? How could I have deprived myself from this for months?

"Take me, please..." The hardness of his cock was behind the moan, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I was thinking of teasing, wanting to hear him beg my name, but there was no way that I could wait any longer to taste it all. It was why I took him whole, initially slow, though not for long as the full length, fast suckles began.

"Tastes...so..good."

"Fuck Chase, fuck that's it baby..." I continue the motions, feeling his knees buckle in knowing he could only handle so much more of this. But I wasn't about to let him go or stop yet, so I ensured the grasp I had on his hands was tight, keeping him right where I had him. "I need to cum so bad..."

"Cum, need to taste..." It was like as if on cue it happened, as an explosion happened inside my mouth, savoring every drop was my end game because I wanted to ensure I got every bit of what I had been missing for months.

I then slowly snake my way back his body, placing a kiss on his lips, allowing him to taste himself. The satisfied grins on our faces said it all. It was certainly going to be a fun weekend in L.A. together.