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I love you
Lincoln
You are spoiling me by saying that too much. I’m gonna need to hear it every few minutes.
Colson
You might get tired of it.
Lincoln
No chance.
Colson
Are you ready to win today?
Lincoln
I’m ready.
I step outside the motorhome and see him working on the bike. “Whatcha doing?”
“Working,” he says, looking around for anyone watching before he leans towards me and kisses my lips. I pull away and stand against the toolbox while I watch him work. His hands are greasy and his backwards hat is nearly making me wet just staring at him.
He’s fucking hot.
“What are you two up to?” Brian asks as he steps around the corner, causing me to jump and a few things to fall on the top of the metal box with a clank.
“N-nothing,” I say, straightening myself up. Not really sure why I’m so flustered, it’s not like he could see what I was picturing myself doing to his son in my head. “Just talking about the final today.”
“Are you ready for that?” Brian says, directing his question to Colson. “You are still limping around here when you walk but you’re riding like you were never injured. It’s crazy.”
“I’m just pushing it to the limit out there,” he says. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get it rechecked after the weekend.”
His dad nods then walks away and I lean down to whisper in Colson’s ear, “You dirty little liar.”
His eyes darken and I walk away to go change, but I can feel his eyes on me the whole time.
When I get inside the trailer to get my gear, Colson is already texting me.
Colson
You make me so hard. Especially when you whisper in my ear like that.
Lincoln
You make me so wet when you are fixing my bike. So we’re even.
Colson
Far from it. When this is over and we’re back home, I’m holding you hostage in my bed.
Lincoln
For how long?
Colson
