Revving It Up Box Set

by W. S. Long

  Sebastian giggled. “It’s not the reason I’m marrying you, but it is an added bonus.”

  “An added bonus, eh?”

  Sebastian moved closer and put his hand over Caleb’s hand that covered the base of Caleb’ cock. He kissed the pink tip. “I’d say several bonus inches.”

  Caleb slapped his dick playfully on Sebastian’s face and watched as Sebastian opened his mouth, and extended his tongue. There wasn’t any ambiguity in Sebastian’s action at this point. “Didn’t you already use me earlier this evening?” asked Caleb.

  “It’s been a few days, babe,” Sebastian responded. “I can’t just be satisfied one time and where you’re passive with no face-fucking me hard like I like it. Do I have to beg for it?”

  “You’ve always been the aggressive one, haven’t you?” asked Caleb. “I never quite understood why in bed, no matter what role, you have to be the cheeky one. Why is that?”

  “Because when I see what I like, I go for it. Kinda like you.” Sebastian saw Caleb beckon him up so Sebastian slid his body from the seated position so his face met Caleb’s. As he got face to face with Caleb, he ground his boxers against Caleb’s hard dick. Sebastian kissed Caleb, this time inserting his tongue in Caleb’s mouth.

  “You’re the one who chased me, remember?” reminded Caleb.

  “Ironic isn’t it? Me, freelance reporter, TV cameraman, has to race after the closeted NASCAR driver?”

  Caleb smiled as he took pleasure in watching Sebastian’s eyes study him. “Former closeted NASCAR driver.” Caleb kissed the tip of Sebastian’s nose. “Maybe it’s that former high school swimmer in you that makes you uber competitive.”

  “Or maybe, I just knew you were it. Him. The real deal. And I had to sprint for you like my life depended on it.”

  Caleb’s neck flushed. He loved it when Sebastian paid him these compliments. His heart fluttered for a moment before he realized Sebastian was waiting on a response from him. Caleb then kissed Sebastian, biting part of his lip. He knew this drove Sebastian crazy and Sebastian ground his crotch against him again. Caleb took Sebastian’s hand and spread his legs and had Sebastian tap his backside. “You want some of Caleb tonight?”

  “It’s already morning, babe, but you know what I prefer.”

  “I thought we’d mix it up a little, like we use to when we first moved in.”

  Sebastian shook his head. “I do, but like I said it’s been awhile. Here let me show you what I’ve been thinking of as you slept.” Sebastian freed Caleb’s hand that was on his and directed to Sebastian’s bottom.

  Caleb touched the area over the boxers where Sebastian directed him. His fingers revealed Sebastian’s preparedness. “It feels like you were having fun on your own.”

  “I was just getting ready for you.”

  “Always the boy scout aren’t you?” mocked Caleb.

  “I am always striving. I have to be if I’m going to be Mister Sebastian Youngblood.”

  “And, what if I want to be Caleb Rush?”

  Sebastian smiled and laughed with Caleb. “You can be whoever you want, and whatever you call yourself, as long as you call me husband.”

  * * * *

  Sebastian glanced up; his eyebrows signaled Caleb to keep pace. He’d been so anxious to have Caleb inside him he begged Caleb to stop rimming him earlier, partly because he didn’t want Caleb to overstrain his neck which was still sore, but mostly because he couldn’t wait to feel Caleb’s thrusting cock.

  Sebastian knew Caleb couldn’t remain slow and measured for too long. Hell, his own heart was beating faster. Sebastian marveled that Caleb’s chest and stomach had become a fine sheen of sweat. He thumbed Caleb’s nipples in a small, circular motion as Caleb whimpered and pressed closer, Caleb’s weight a little heavier, but both wanted and familiar to him. Sebastian dug his heels into Caleb’s low back, pressing Caleb to go faster.

  Caleb’s eyes were now fixed on him. Sebastian wanted the moment to last forever. He brushed Caleb’s balls with a hand and recognized what the tightness in his scrotum meant. He then traced Caleb’s hole with his finger, as Caleb fucked him and Caleb moaned in appreciation. Sebastian didn’t want to ruin the moment by words, so he raised his head and Caleb lowered his mouth. Caleb kissed him, his tongue explored Sebastian’s mouth. Caleb then bit a little of Sebastian’s lip as both Sebastian’s and Caleb’s breathing became heavier. Sebastian tried not to moan but he couldn’t help it. He loved Caleb and the way he made love. Sebastian’s heart wanted to burst. He knew he was close and he knew Caleb knew it too. Damn him! Now, he’s smiling at me. That beautiful smile.

  “I can’t hold back anymore,” said Caleb.

  After Caleb spoke, Sebastian couldn’t look at Caleb’s eyes. They were too intense, so Sebastian closed his eyes, curled his toes until it hurt, and gave in to what his body wanted. He stopped holding back and let his brewing orgasm explode, and whispered Caleb’s name as he came.

  Chapter 6

  Caleb parked his truck and shut off the engine. He noticed his sister’s Jeep, but not his dad’s Ford pick-up truck in front of the building. Youngblood Racing’s office was housed in an old, but small Quonset hut in south Daytona. In the summer, the heat inside was only made bearable when air conditioning window units ran non-stop. There was little privacy inside. For this reason, Caleb’s sister, Joan, usually was out of the office, preferring networking and marketing at NASCAR headquarters, local restaurants, and coffee shops, charity events, and media meet-ups, when she wasn’t poring over the financials. In fact, Caleb was surprised that Joan was in, but his dad wasn’t.

  The metal door creaked when he entered. Noel, his dad’s secretary, greeted him when he stepped inside.

  “Hey, Noel. How are you? Earl here?”

  “I’m fine, sweetie.” She stood and smiled as she pushed up the readers she had balanced on the tip of her nose with one hand, and placed the landline in her other down on the handset. “I think he said he was going to run an errand and be right back. Can I get you something? Some water? Sprite? Iced tea?”

  Caleb nodded. “Actually, if you have unsweet tea, that’ll be good.”

  Noel turned around and opened the small refrigerator, and pulled out an Arizona tea jug. Caleb chuckled to himself when he saw Noel’s gray-turned-almost silver hair was held by a large butterfly design barrette. Noel collected anything butterfly-related and had as long as he’d known her since his grade school years. Caleb moved closer and grabbed a Styrofoam cup next to her. As Noel poured, Caleb heard the shuffling of feet to his right.

  “Well, well, little brother is here.” Joan, his older sister, stood wearing a blue polo with Youngblood Racing embroidered over her left breast, and khaki shorts. She cradled her cell in her hand, her elbow cocked at an angle, her phone hoisted at shoulder-height. Because Joan’s brown hair was pulled back, Caleb noticed that his sister’s high cheekbones were more pronounced.

  She must have a hundred of those shorts.

  “You don’t answer your texts or emails,” said Joan. Caleb noted that her tone was flat, not accusatorial and not angry. It was as if she expected this behavior from him.

  “Don’t get mad. I wanted to give Sebastian a chance to look at them too.”

  “And?” asked Joan.

  “We both agree that the one photo of me, just in the safety suit by the car, is the best photo.”

  “There were a lot more photos than that. You both only picked one? The same one?” Joan shook her head. “You did an interview with ‘Out’ last year, and also ‘The Advocate,’ right?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Our website got a lot of traffic within a week of either magazine. So we need to promote your sex appeal to a market that we haven’t explored. We can’t use the headshot, over and over, from last year.”

  “I’m okay with a new headshot or two. But, I’m not too crazy with the skimpy clothing pictures that were taken at the beach. I was game for the shoot, since you already paid for the photographer’s time,
but I’ll be laughed out of NASCAR if you print any of the other ones.”

  “Well, I don’t agree.” Joan motioned Caleb to step in her small office. Caleb walked in and noticed that the only two chairs in the room had magazines and papers piled high. Joan closed the door behind Caleb and they both stood near the door, since neither had a place to sit and Joan didn’t appear interested in clearing the mess. “Listen, the last few months were pretty good for us in terms of money. Cujo’s brought money in with his finishes at Charlotte and Talladega. Garrison’s done the same, winning a couple of smaller NASCAR cup races. But you know the name of the game is advertising, market deployment, fan support and frankly, Caleb, the only spikes we’ve had attached to your name involves the LGBTQ market, which is untapped. And those spikes only happened after those interviews.”

  “Untapped, true. But, not pro-NASCAR,” said Caleb.

  “You sound like Dad.” Joan stepped behind the desk to her computer. “I was looking at these proofs of you from the beach before you came in. These are really good, artistic shots. I think you and Dad are wrong. We need to venture out in a market that is not being reached.”

  “Do you have any data that any of this will increase revenue? Remember when I gave that hatchet job of an interview to that online magazine? Did we pick up any endorsements?” Caleb paused. “The answer is no. I’m here today to ask dad if we can get a third car, for me.”

  Joan’s pursed her lips, and closed her eyes in thought. “Umm—’’

  “Umm, what?” asked Caleb, his eyebrow raised.

  “It’s not my place to say. You’ll have to talk to dad.”

  “When have you never said what’s on your mind?” asked Caleb. He waited for a response, but none came. As if on cue, Caleb heard the loud creak of the door of the building and he opened Joan’s office door to see his father, Earl Youngblood, walk in, take a handkerchief, and wipe the summer sweat off the top of his bald head.

  Earl saw Caleb immediately. “Hey, son.”

  “Dad,” acknowledged Caleb. Before he spoke, Caleb turned to Joan, who waved him away to talk to their father. “You got a moment to talk?”

  “Sure.” Earl walked into his office, his back towards Caleb as he asked, “Just you and me?”

  “Joan can sit in, if she wants,” offered Caleb. He saw Joan poke her head when she heard her name, and she shook her head and mouthed ‘No,’ but Caleb waved her to come and join them.

  Noel scanned both Caleb and Joan’s interaction, stood up from her desk, and spoke in a voice that was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hey, Earl, I’ll make the bank run now.” Noel held the checkbook with bank slips in her hand as she grabbed her purse with the other.

  No one said anything until Noel left, and the door banged shut. Caleb took his place on one chair, opposite Earl, who sat behind his desk. Joan soon joined them as she took the other empty seat. “Dad, what’s the possibility of getting a third car?”

  “You mean a car for you to race?” Earl lowered his head and squinted at Caleb.

  “Straight to the point, huh?” shot Joan. “How about, ‘How are you, Dad, how’s it going’ before going for the big question?”

  Earl put his hands on the desk and moved his chair back a little. “I expected you to ask this question. I just hoped that when you did, I could say ‘Yes,’ and I really do.”

  “But…’’ drawled Caleb.

  “But, we’re not in the position to add a third car. We did okay this year. We didn’t have to worry about filing for bankruptcy. We kept our staff, all our specialists, Bob, everyone but if you noticed, when a couple of the guys quit, we didn’t replace them. We were able to make payroll. You appreciated getting steady checks from winnings after deductions, right?”

  Caleb nodded.

  “Good,” continued Earl. “But it cost a lot to add a third car. You know this. It’s an additional pit crew. Budget for a back-up car. These are thousands and thousands of dollars. We also have an additional worry if we add you on. Can you think of that reason?”

  ‘Endorsements,” answered Caleb.

  “Yes,” smiled Earl. “We didn’t add one endorsement since you officially came out in that online story last year. Not one. And frankly, I’m not surprised.”

  “I think we need to push Caleb out there more,” said Joan. “Have him do more interviews, more advertising.”

  “I know,” Earl whispered. “If you were straight, Caleb, and had a reputation of being a ladies man, maybe we’d have more endorsements. As it is, it costs us at least one hundred fifty thousand and more nowadays to have a new car. That doesn’t include the regular maintenance and everything that goes with it, just like I’d mentioned. We can’t afford it. I can’t afford it. We’re just now starting to pay off some loans we owed.”

  Caleb crossed his legs and arms as he let his father’s words sink in. “I also don’t want to sound like an ingrate, but I’d also had hoped to make this a career and earn money at it. I’m not complaining. I think what Cujo is being paid, what Garrison is being compensated, well, is absolutely fair. I don’t expect to make the hundreds and thousands of dollars that they’re making. But, driving a third car would help me with winnings—and earnings.”

  “We grossed barely two million last year,” said Joan. “Our overhead was almost half of that, if not more, not including Cujo and Garrison’s salaries. And, then yours.”

  “It’s a big gamble, son. And I don’t think the NASCAR market is ready for you yet.”

  Caleb exhaled. Hard. “So that’s what it comes down to.” He raised his shoulders and inched forward from his seat. “That I’m gay and I’m in the wrong field. And, if we got a third car, it could bring us to the edge of bankruptcy.”

  Earl didn’t answer. He looked up, waited a few seconds after he closed his eyes, then spoke. “I’m very proud of you being out, son. And, you’ve been pretty lucky. Fans aren’t booing you, throwing things at you, keying your truck, or anything like that. But, on the other hand, advertisers aren’t necessarily clamoring for you to be their product spokesperson. Not in NASCAR anyway. Joan tells me if you wanted to hawk cologne, underwear, men’s clothing, there are requests out there for you.”

  “Even acting—don’t count that out,” added Joan.

  Caleb shook his head. “I’m not an actor.”

  “So what I’m saying, son, is be patient. Hopefully things will change and soon.”

  “I think we can make changes now and push the envelope,” said Joan.

  “No, I’m sorry.” Earl raised his hands from the desk and gestured by raising his palms to stop Joan from further speaking. “Youngblood Racing will not be the one pushing the envelope. We are not a large corporation. We can’t take the risk. And I’m still leery of exposing Caleb to all the hate out there.”

  “There’s been a lot of acceptance of Caleb,” said Joan.

  Earl cocked his head towards Joan. “But lack of new sponsorships knocking down our door means that advertisers are scared. We’re basically holding on to who we still have right now because we’ve had them for so long. The advertisers have looked at the market for NASCAR and at this moment, it means status quo. Get a Jeff Gordon or Junior to race. But make sure they’re straight with wife and kids. That’s the conventional wisdom, son.”

  Caleb slouched in his chair and then spoke. “Be honest, dad. You didn’t answer my question earlier. If I weren’t racing right at all, and I’ve only been racing in the small races to give Cujo and Garrison a break, would Youngblood Racing attract more endorsements? Am I bad for business?”

  Earl looked to Joan and motioned for her to answer. Joan scrunched up her face in hesitation. “We almost lost a major sponsor last year because you came out. But, we kept the account after I talked to them, and Earl talked to them.”

  Caleb bit his lip. He wanted to say something about how all of this was unfair, and not right. But he didn’t. He’d counted numerous times all the employees that worked for the family business, excluding Joan, Ear
l, Garrison and himself. The family business employed at least twenty workers. Their livelihood and their families, respectively, counted on Youngblood Racing continuing. He’d known the answer but now it hurt to actually hear it.

  “Say something, son. Say that you’re not mad at me or Joan.”

  Caleb gripped the edges of the chair and stood up. “I’m not mad. I guess I knew that when I came out, that this might happen.”

  Joan stood too and touched Caleb’s forearm. “Come with me tomorrow night at the owners’ charity event. Help me schmooze and let’s talk about this some more. Sometimes, people really need to see the face and actually talk to someone, get to know someone, like you before hearts and minds change.”

  “What for?” asked Caleb. He didn’t care about fucking changing hearts and minds. He just wanted to race. That’s what his mom and dad raised him to be and now, what were they saying? He walked quickly out of the office, then out of the building without saying goodbye to either of them. He cranked up the truck and backed out quickly.

  A part of him wanted to yell or punch something.

  But for now, he just wanted to drive away.

  * * * *

  The familiar smell of chlorine greeted his nostrils as Sebastian opened the door. The rubber mat that started at the entryway led up to the empty desk. Sebastian walked past the desk, noticed a ‘closed for cleaning’ sign in the women’s lockers, entered through the men’s locker area, and proceeded to the pool deck. One swimmer remained doing laps in the Olympic-sized pool. Sebastian stood at the end of the lane and watched Caleb swim toward him. When Caleb touched the tile, he stopped and removed his goggles.

  “Hey, babe.” Caleb smiled and brushed the water off his hair as he blinked it from his eyes. “Want to come in and swim laps?”

  “I don’t have swim trunks,” said Sebastian.

  “You got underwear on, right? Pool’s closing in about thirty, so come in and join me.”

  Sebastian surveyed the area, and once he confirmed that they were alone, he quickly undressed as Caleb watched. He balled up his clothes and shoes and put it off to the side, away from any splashing water.