Autorotic

“32:10,” Sam Anders called out as he tugged off his helmet. “Think that’s a record?”

“For that car, it sure is,” said Galen Tyrol. “You were pushing, what, 190?”

“Yeah, most of the time. Slowed down a little on the turns, but picked it up on the straights to make up for it.” He set the helmet on top of the car and arched back for a long stretch, his arms snapping up over his head. Galen couldn’t help but notice the way it pulled his teeshirt up his well-toned stomach, or the way Sam didn’t bother to correct it. Everything looked exaggerated in the hard spotlights that blasted the track at night.

“No, that’s- that’s great, Sam. I think we should run a full test next week, not just half, for endurance.” Galen sat in the driver’s seat to check the odometer, and suddenly had a much better view of Sam’s torso as his driver stripped off the sweaty teeshirt and wadded it up.

“Mmm, that’s better. I got all the laps, right?”

“Yeah, you did. You’re great. She give you any trouble?”

“Nope. Whatever you did the last time you had her in the shop worked out the kinks.” Sam slid into the passenger’s side, still shirtless, his helmet on his lap. “So, we’re done here?”

“Yeah, I guess so. You want a ride home?” He was doing fairly well at not staring, but their eyes met in the rearview mirror. Sam’s sharp eyes were small for his angular face, and they searched his for a moment.

“Sure. That’d be nice.” Sam frowned briefly and then reached into the back seat to rummage for his jacket, providing a nice view of his side, his hips peeking out of his jeans. Galen did up his own seatbelt as a distraction, and then waited as Sam slid his arms into the garment, neglecting to zip it up, and then remembered his seatbelt as well.

Galen navigated the car out of the track space, down through one of the service ramps and by the gate. He waved casually at the young tech who’d let him in earlier, and pulled out onto the street.

“So how’s home life?” Sam asked, casually.

“Oh, you know. Same as always. Nicky’s growing up so fast. He’s starting to ask so many questions.”

“Cute kid. When are you gonna bring him around to the tracks?”

“I dunno. Cally doesn’t like me racing around him.”

“What about Cally? How’s she?”

“Gods, Cally. I don’t know where to start. I told you she went back to work, mornings, but she doesn’t seem to be feeling any better. Your classes going okay?” Galen tried to change the subject, merging onto the highway.

“I guess. It just makes me feel old. Everyone else is like, eighteen, nineteen-“

“And you’re, what, 25?”

“More like 29.”

“Woah. You sure don’t look it.”

“Yeah, I know. Its just hard to make friends with kids. You still fighting with her?”

“Yeah,” Galen admitted, letting Sam fall quiet after that. He didn’t really want to get into it again. After a few minutes, Sam switched on the radio and surfed the channels, unsatisfied by anything for more than a minute at a time until they pulled up in front of his apartment building.

“So, you wanna come up for a drink or something?” Sam tried to keep the question casual, though he already knew the answer.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to get home. Cally-” Galen knew he gave the same excuse every week.

“Its not like Cally cares if you’re home or not,” Sam tempted with a smirk, but when Galen didn’t respond, he sighed, the expression fading. “Look, why are you so afraid of just hanging out? Afraid I’m gonna put the moves on you or something? You don’t have to worry. I won’t do anything you can’t tell your wife about.”

“Sam, I- that’s not-“

“Nevermind, then. I’ll see you later.” Sam left his helmet and his teeshirt on the seat as he shut the car door behind himself and stalked into his apartment.

He just drove himself home, put out and frustrated. It was a terrible idea to tell Sam that the real reason he wasn’t getting a drink with him had more to do with his own actions than with Sam’s. He’d certainly pictured it enough times, what it would be like to pull Sam onto his lap, to kiss him and not let his mouth go. He was sure it was just his dick talking, but why did he feel so bad about it?

When he got in he thought he could hear the muffled sounds of his housemates, Sharon and Karl, going at it. He suspected they liked to wait until it was late and the kids were asleep. They’d lived here so long he wasn’t even bothered by the couple having sex anymore. He got himself a beer and turned on the television, setting it to mute before it had a chance to make any sound.

Automatically he flipped the channel to racing, though the last thing that did was distract him from Sam. For a second, he considered waking up Cally and trying to initiate lovemaking, but the last time he’d tried that she’d called him a pervert and chucked a pillow at him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he found himself thinking about the box he kept on a shelf in the garage, the one he’d labeled ‘Racing Videos’ in the hopes that no one would pry. When the camera showed a close-up of the winning driver with the same flushed joy he saw in Sam after a victory, he went to retrieve it. He’d told Cally he’d thrown this out when they’d had Nicky.

He didn’t spread the contents of the box on the table like he had some nights after they’d been fighting. Tonight it wasn’t defiance that got him here, but need. Bi Accident 2. That was a good one for now. A straight guy getting lured into gay action during a threesome. He put that in the player and went to work on himself, not drawing anything out, just getting much-needed release.

When he was finished, it hit him how exhausted he was, and he cleaned up, stashing the box in the bookcase for the night. It was high enough up that Nicky couldn’t reach it, and he’d have time to move it back to the garage before work. With that task accomplished, he climbed the stairs to slide into bed beside his sleeping wife.

Muffled sobbing from down the hall pulled him into waking. Oh gods, what time was it? He sat up, folding the blanket back on the bed so as not to disturb Cally, and his eyes glossed over the clock. 3:04. Galen groaned softly and slid his feet into his slippers. Cally had never been able to hear Nicky’s crying in her sleep, even when he was still a baby.

The next door down the hall was Nicky’s. The rotating stars from the night-light spilled a little bit into the hallway, though they didn’t seem to be too comforting at the moment. Nicky tried to calm his crying down into sniffles as he saw his father.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, little guy?” Galen cooed, as he ran his fingers over his son’s hair.

“The- there were robots. They broked you and mommy. I- I don’t want them to broked you and mommy.” The sobs returned in full force.

“Who told you about robots?” He turned on the bedside lamp and sat down next to Nicky. It was easier to ask that question and figure out what he’d meant.

“Uh-uncle Karl… he said robots broked people up. I’on’t want them to broked you.” Nicky nuzzled his head between Galen’s chest and arm, using his shirt as a tissue.

“And why was Karl telling you about robots?”

“Go’zilla was gonna smash em, and Hera cried. She didn’t want Go’zilla to smash the robots.”

“Godzilla? Was Karl showing you Godzilla movies last night?”

“Yah. Hera too.”

3:13 was the wrong time to get into an argument with his housemates. He could save it for the morning. Why the Agathons were showing their five-year-old girl monster movies before bedtime… well, that was their choice, but they weren’t the ones who had to deal with his three-year-old in the middle of the night.

“So, are you ready to go back to sleep?”

“No.” Nicky pouted up at him through his tears. “Read a story?”

“Okay. How about…” Where the Wild Things Are? No, that was a bad idea, seeing what the threat of robots did. Dr. Seuss? Too late to attempt rhyming. Love You Forever? That looked like a winner. It was sappy and with any luck it would put him out like a light. “Love You Forever?”

“Kay. Mommy doesn’t read that one.”

It wasn’t a wonder why. The book was about a mother who took obsessive, almost creepy care of her son and liked to watch him while he slept. It had been a hand-me-down from Sharon. Sharon was that kind of a mother, but Cally wasn’t. He hummed the melody of the poem in the book as he tucked Nicky into his bed and turned out the light. He’d been right; it had only taken three pages to get Nicky back to sleep.

The next morning, while Cally was toweling her hair dry and he was shaving, Galen happened to mention, “Did you hear Nicky crying last night?”

“No. Did you get up?” She frowned, rubbing the towel over her scalp.

“Well, yeah, of course-“

“Sorry. I didn’t hear him. I guess dinner with Mom wore me out.” She frowned softly, mostly at her imagined crow’s feet.

“He was up ‘cause Karl and Sharon were watching MechaGodzilla last night and it gave him nightmares.”

“Wait, why didn’t you stop them?”

“I thought I told you. I was down at the track with Sam. I called Sharon, she said it was okay and she’d feed Nicky-“

“You’re always at that stupid track. You don’t spend any time with us anymore, Galen.” Cally jerked the hangers to one side suddenly as she poked through the closet.

“That’s not true at all. I take Nicky to school in the mornings and I’m around most evenings. Its just lately-“

“Lately you’re not even around evenings. You want me to go tell Karl how to raise our child? Because I’ll do it.”

She left the bedroom. He could practically count the beats of silence to five until he heard a raised voice, Cally’s, the murmur of a calm one, Sharon’s, and some more tense words from Karl. It seemed like a good idea to tug his socks on slowly, one by one, and lace up his work boots. Oh look, he’d gotten better at tying bows since he’d been teaching Nicky. And then he remembered where he’d left his stash.

“GALEN!” Cally demanded. “What is this box doing down here?”

Galen jogged down the stairs to catch Cally fuming over the box, the case for Bi Accident 2 accidentally left out next to the television.

“You frakking pervert!” she hissed at him. She grabbed the box by the handles and hauled it out to the curb, ducking his attempts to snatch it out of her hands. “How could you even have this in the house while there are children living there?! Our child, Galen, he could have seen this.”

Once she got to the street corner, she began to chuck DVD cases out into the street, one by one. 100% Amateur NASCAR Moms was followed by Girls Hunting Girls 15 and a pile of magazines that came down in a flutter of pages and advertising leaflets instead of skidding across to the other curb like the boxes did.

“Asia Dreams 7? Really?” This almost brought her to sobbing, which gave him an opportunity to start collecting his videos from the pavement. She hadn’t actually damaged anything, and he was relieved she hadn’t gotten to Autorotic. “Are you still in love with Sharon? Is that what this is about?” She let the box slip from her hands, and its contents, explicit boxes and the rest of the magazines, spilled over the grass for the whole neighborhood to see.

“Mekkago’zilla gonna smash you!” hollered three-foot terror Alexandra, as she chased Nicky out onto the lawn. If he hadn’t seen the porn collection before, he did now.

All things told, it had been a long morning. It was afternoon by the time he’d gotten down to the shop. He’d started to work on an engine replacement but found himself too agitated to focus properly on anyone else’s car. It was easier to just work on his personal projects. Right now, that meant airbrushing a pinup of the track car’s namesake, Mayor Laura Evans, on her side. She’d donated the body of her Ferrari to him when she’d wrecked it, with the promise he’d name the resulting product after her.

It wasn’t much of a shame, really. She was pretty hot, for her age. He’d taken a picture from the local paper and done some sketches from it, lowering her shirt neckline, and was currently adding highlights to her cleavage.

“Hey, looks good. Bet Laura’s gonna get a kick out of it.”

He hadn’t heard Sam come in, and tensed when he felt him lean against his back to better view the paint job. He still hadn’t gotten used to how close he liked to be, or how nice casual contact could feel.

“I think so. Maybe it’ll get her down to the tracks sometime. She keeps talking about it.”

“Well, if I was her, I’d like this a lot.” He could almost feel Sam’s eyes on his neck instead of the drawing. It looked like their argument yesterday hadn’t changed anything.

“Yeah, I hope she does.” He stilled his hand, as it was too difficult to paint with Sam so close. He’d never found Karl, or even Cally this distracting to just be around.

Sam took the hint and stood to pace around the shop, glancing over the other car he’d been attending to earlier. It didn’t hold his attention for long, as the only car-related interests he had involved making them go fast.

“Hey, what are all these boxes doing in here?” Sam had peeked into the office attached to the shop.

“Moved my stuff in.” He pulled back to examine the painting. Hm, her glasses could use a glint across them. Enhance the sexy librarian thing.

“You’re… leaving Cally?”

“I dunno. I just had to get out.” It was a little tough to discuss with Sam, mostly because he and Cally hated each other, and Sam had been advocating him to leave Cally since they’d met.

“That’s good to hear. At least you- wait, what’s all this?” Sam sounded like he’d just hit the jackpot, and began eagerly pawing through the box. “Oh man, Galen, this is a serious collection.”

“Yeah, Cally was tossing it in the street. Then Nicky saw it.”

“Wow, no wonder you left.”

He decided to just continue painting. It wasn’t worth going into details. Wasn’t worth the custody battle he was already thinking about, whether he wanted to fight to get Nicky for himself or leave him with Cally.

“Ohh, hey, Galen. I didn’t know you were into this stuff.”

“What stuff?” he asked, knowing exactly which disk he’d picked up.

“The only thing these men love more than their cars… is a hard dick up their ass? Watch as our studs… grind each others gear boxes? Christ, man, this is hilarious.”

He finally looked up from his airbrushing to catch Sam leaning against the door to the office, the case of Autorotic in his hands. His eyes were curious, lips slightly parted, and his hips were tilted forwards to make them all the more obvious. The afternoon sun hit him just right, making him look too good to be real.

“So, is it any good?”

“Sam, I don’t -“

“Look, I’m… trying to help. Bet you’re dying to. You said Cally hasn’t put out since…“ Sam trailed off awkwardly.

“I shouldn’t.” But he wanted to. He didn’t want to give that answer today, to shove off his desires because of his wife anymore. Nicky would love him anyway.

“I’m gonna go watch this in your office. You can come with me, or not. But it’d be good for you. And if you want, I’ll pretend you’re the racecar.”

Sam disappeared into his office. But between the bad joke and the wolfish grin he’d given him… it wasn’t a tough decision. He glanced between Laura’s cleavage and the empty doorframe, and followed.

Sam had already gotten the disk into the computer, and was busy turning the screen around so he could see it from the couch. He met Galen’s eyes with some surprise, like he hadn’t actually expected him to follow, but he smirked broadly. “Sit.”

Galen did as requested, sitting down as Sam got the movie playing. This one dispensed entirely with plot and started with action, and Sam settled himself down into his lap, straddling him, leaning down to initiate a kiss. His lips were as soft as he’d hoped, and they parted eagerly with a soft moan that was more interesting than anything coming out of the computer.

He let his hands roam over his back, sliding them up his shirt to feel out Sam’s skin, and he caught himself moaning just at the feeling of skin beneath his fingertips. Sam grinned breathlessly at him and rubbed himself down over Galen, just the way he’d imagined he would, and Galen caught his ass in his hands to do the work himself, feeling him up. He kissed over his neck, and Sam turned to steal a glance at the porn over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

Galen took the opportunity to get Sam’s shirt off of him, and went back to kissing down his throat, sucking lightly. He tasted incredible.

“Frak, Sam.”

Sam faced him again, his mouth seeing out Galen’s neck, his hands trailing up underneath his shirt. “Gods, Galen. You’re- mmm.” He tugged it up and off, kissing his mouth again, needy but deliberate. The shirt took a minute to come off of Galen’s wrists, but they tossed it aside once it came off. “Totally a bear.”

“What does that mean?” Galen moaned as Sam kissed down over his chest, using his nose to clear a path down through his chest hair.

“Nevermind. Its frakking hot.” Sam nuzzled over his stomach, a hand running over the fly of his pants, unzipping eagerly. “Frak, Galen, this is huge.”

Galen didn’t get a chance to reply as Sam took him into his mouth, and he gasped, echoing the sentiment. “Frak, Sam.” His mouth was tight and he sucked eagerly, the sort of attention he’d never gotten from Cally. His eyes flicked up to the screen for a moment and he caught a few seconds of one man frakking another over the hood of a red Mustang. Gods, Mustangs were terrible cars. That wasn’t nearly as hot as the mouth wrapped around his cock. He slid a hand into Sam’s hair, pulling just slightly.

“Mmhm…” Sam moaned around him. He pulled back to tease over him with his mouth, sucking a line up the bottom of Galen’s cock to tease his tongue over a spot underneath the head that made him gasp. He worked that with his tongue as he stroked over him with firm fingertips, bringing him to his full erection. “So, you want me on top?”

“Yeah, if that’s- frak, what you wanna do.” He tugged Sam up for a rather thorough kiss, lips eager.

“Sure. Yeah. You got anything?”

“Yeah, in the desk.”

Sam stood to get the lotion from the desk, and stood for a moment between Galen and the monitor, pausing to shed his pants. Gorgeous tan hips were revealed inch by inch, boxer shorts fell with the rest of his clothing to leave him naked, and then he was back in Galen’s lap, ass teasing over him. “Slouch forward a- oh, yeah, right there.”

Galen took the lotion from him and coated his fingers, eager, reaching around to tease one into him, marveling for a second at how tight he was. Sam took it back from him and squirted a little down over his cock, slicking it up over him.

“So, you learn this from porn, or have you done this before? No, don’t tell me.” Sam gasped as Galen slid his finger past the initial opening and actually inside him. “Oh. That. Please.”

“You like that?” Galen smirked, searching for his prostate with his finger, wanting to get a reaction out of him, and when he got it right, he was rewarded with a rather satisfying moan.

“Yes,” Sam gasped against his neck, and he ground his hips down against his hand, riding that for a minute before he slid off of it. “Frak, yes.” Sam was more vocal, sexier than any pornstar. “I need you.” He pulled up away from Galen’s fingers, and went back to teasing against his cock.

Galen slid his hands up his hips to take a hold of him, tugging Sam down onto hismself, contact that made them both moan. Sam arched back for a second, demonstrative in his pleasure, before leaning forward to kiss him again, sucking at his lower lip. He rolled his hips on him, and at first Galen just enjoyed it, a hand trailing up over his back, another seeking out his lover’s length to tease his fingers over him, only to satisfy, stroking harder.

This was exactly what he needed. Sam was his best friend, and they got along perfectly. And then they had chemistry like this and he couldn’t do anything but want him. It seemed too good to be true, but the pleasure on Sam’s face read exactly the way he’d wanted. It was like watching him after a win at the tracks, except so much better. Sam cursed softly and reached down to take over from Galen’s hand, pushing it aside to stroke himself, and Galen took him by the hips to use him, angling him in ways to please. It had been a long time since he’d messed around with another guy, but clearly he hadn’t forgotten everything. Sam brought himself to completion, crying out and jerking against his hips as he came, his eyes closing at the last second.

“Gods, Sam,” Galen purred against his mouth, glancing between his expression and his hand. “So frakking sexy.”

“You close?” Sam murmured, rolling his hips.

“I can wait, if you want?” he asked, and when Sam nodded yes, he pushed him back against the armrest, repositioning himself between his legs. Sam hooked his feet together over his back and arched up, letting Galen closer. Galen pushed into him again, hard and sudden. This time they focused on each other’s faces instead of kissing breathlessly, watching each other’s reactions.

“You know how long I wanted you to do this?” purred Sam.

“How long?”

“Since the first time you said you’d let me race your car. I wanted you to frak me up against it.”

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“How long?”

“Since the first time you dropped in here without it being about your car. That day it was raining.”

“So I wanted it first.” Sam tensed around him, a foot sliding off of his back to help him move up against him.

“By like, a day. Gods, Sam. Don’t stop that.”

“Not gonna if you touch me.”

“Anything.” Galen slid a hand down to stroke him, a little roughly as he moved for him.

“Frak, but I didn’t know you were this good.” Sam closed his eyes for a minute to let himself fully appreciate the touch, arching up against him showily. The younger man was energetic and restless against him, his body eager to build back up towards orgasm. Neither one of them was even looking at the porn anymore, though the dirty talk coming out of the speakers was making them exchange smirks. Galen’s mouth found Sam’s neck again, biting just softly and Sam let himself go, coming this time into Galen’s hand, spilling out over his own chest. “Galen,” he purred breathlessly.

Galen, who had been holding back, practically came with him, into him with a shudder. Sam’s eyes opened to meet his, and he kissed him just as he was trying to catch his breath, reversing their positions, laying on top of him.

They were silent for a minute, breathing in stolen gasps around each other’s mouths, before Sam murmured, “Move in with me. Don’t stay here. Don’t go back to Cally.”

“What about Nicky?”

“Bring him along?”

“Yeah.” Galen smiled against Sam’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist and allowing the rest of the dvd to play itself out.