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Chapter 2
Chapter Two
After they drove back to the Marriot to shower in their rooms and get cleaned up, Xander let Spike drive him the ten miles back to town to meet up with the guys. Grinning wickedly, he made the trip in less than six minutes.
Spike watched as Xander pried his hands from the dashboard and muttered a thank you to whatever gods were watching out for him that they made it in one piece. Looking over at him, Xander glared.
“I am never letting you behind the wheel of another car that isn’t on a racetrack. You’re a menace to society!”
Snickering at Xander’s pale face, he followed him into Maxwell Street Pizza, sneaking glances at the older man’s ass, which was cupped perfectly in tight jeans.
Swallowing a groan, he glanced around the place. He had never been there before when he was in this town for the Busch races, but he had heard it was a favorite of this crew when they came out this way.
There was a low murmur of voices and the sound of a jukebox playing old country songs. The place had a nice dark ambience about it and smelled of beer and rising dough, very American and not what he was used to in London.
It wasn’t very crowded, being so late at night, and it was easy to find the guys over at a corner table.
It took them a minute to get over to the crew because everyone kept stopping Xander to talk to him. Spike could tell which were fans and which were friends by the way Xander smiled and ducked his head, almost in embarrassment, when a fan stopped him. He heard a lot of teasing, asking Xander when he was going to come out of retirement.
There were a few nods and smiles Spike’s way but he was still new on the Nextel circuit and Busch series racers weren’t quite as well known as the big named stars of Nextel, even though he had won here last year.
There were already four huge pizzas on the table in front of the men and several pitchers of some kind of beer. He was pretty sure it would be American brewed and sighed in his head. He stood for a second, knowing he looked aloof but he didn’t know where to sit.
Xander beckoned him over with a jerk of his head and Spike smiled at him gratefully, even though he wasn’t sure he wanted to sit so close to the man. After having his hands on that smooth, sweaty naked flesh, he wasn’t sure he could keep from touching it again.
Grabbing a few slices of pizza and a glass of the (yes it was American but not as bad as some of the brews) beer, he scowled down at his plate in thought. Spike had wanted to touch the older man for so long, in a way that wasn’t father/son like Xander seemed to treat him, that he could hardly believe he’d had his chance and somehow blown it.
He knew how the southern American blokes felt about gay and bisexual men, so he hadn’t ever tried to make an overt pass at him, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the feelings he was having towards the man.
It wasn’t just lust, although from the moment he had seen Xander’s dark eyes and long shaggy black hair, his face scruffy and muscles bulging in his arms as he shook his hand…Spike barely managed to bite back a whimper at the memory and shifted in his seat to subdue his growing erection.
Looking up, he realized Xander was frowning at him and noticed with embarrassment that he hadn’t taken a bite yet and had been staring down into his plate for a minute or two. Shrugging at the man, he picked up a slice, took a bite and moaned; it had to be some of the best pizza he had ever eaten. He downed the rest of it in a few bites, licking the grease from his fingers in ecstasy.
Glancing over at the dark haired man again, he saw him watching him with a strange expression on his face and Spike flushed, his eyes darting back down to his plate.
The rest of the men were talking and laughing, making jokes at Xander’s expense as he just playfully scowled at them and Spike was feeling awkward. He had finally started opening up to the pit crew tonight, even though he had been polite to them before, knowing that they were the backbone of his career, but he still didn’t feel comfortable enough with them to joke around like that.
He felt someone’s eyes on him and looked up to see Oz’s calm face looking at him, smiling when he saw that Spike had finally looked up. Oz asked him a few questions about his time spent racing in the Busch series and Spike felt himself relax at being able to contribute to the conversation impersonally.
Talking bout his career was easy for him, but anything personal he kept locked up deep inside. Even as close as he had gotten to Xander, not as close as he would like to but the older man had taken him under his wing, he knew little of Spike’s life before he came to America a few years ago to race.
Spike shifted on the bench as he got into a humorous tale about one of his last races in the Busch series and felt his thigh rub against Xander’s. His breath hitched unnoticeably and although his mouth still told the tale, his mind had wandered back earlier in the evening.
He had walked back in to get his sunglasses, which he had forgotten on his chair, and had been unable to resist touching the man’s back as he took his shirt off and wiped his face. The broad expanse of bronzed skin, muscles flexing and sweat rolling down… it had almost been enough to knock Spike to his knees.
After Xander had jumped, he realized that he had walked up to the man and had touched his bare skin. Before his face could flush, he made up an excuse of wanting to release the man’s tension, bloody hell, can I think of ways to release all of that tension, and sat him in a chair to knead the tight muscles in his neck.
It might have been a spur of the moment excuse to take away from the fact he had reached out and touched the man, but he had to admit Xander had needed it. The man was wound so tight, he needed a lot more massaging than he had let Spike give him.
Spike sighed. He had obviously been uncomfortable with another man touching his bare skin for a long period of time, damn repressed yanks. He had loved the feel of Xander’s shoulders under his hands, though. The strength coiled up inside the man made his stomach quiver even though he wasn’t a wuss himself by any means.
Something about him made Spike feel secure and protected, which was strange because he had sworn to himself that he would never again get into the position to be hurt by someone that much stronger and larger than him.
A sharp nudge in the ribs caused him to jerk and look over at Xander. The dark haired man was grinning and nodded towards the tv on the other side of the room. Spike groaned and felt his face flush as he saw himself on a commercial for motor oil.
After the commercial was over, thankfully it was short, the announcer started talking about the race that was planned for the next morning.
“Once again, folks, its Labor Day weekend, time to watch the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series stars as they ‘Race to the Chase!’ NASCAR reinvades Southern California for a finish under the lights racing spectacular at California Speedway that will be sure to catapult drivers in, or out of the ‘Chase for the NASCAR Nextel Cup’.”
There were more nudges as flashes of his No. 2 car and Jeff Gordon’s No. 24 car were shown racing towards the finish line from the race last week. He had come in a close second in that one, solidifying his points standing. As long as he didn’t screw up totally in the race tomorrow, he was a shoe-in for the ‘Race to the Chase.’
The announcer continued on, “As the 25th points paying race on the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series circuit, this is an exciting event that is like none other as the cars line up side-by-side in the sunny summer afternoon to take the green flag, and 500-miles later only one driver will be celebrating in Gatorade Victory Lane under the Southern California stars.”
Spike cringed as his picture was put up on screen.
“NASCAR Nextel Cup superstars Jeff Gordon, current points leader Dale Earnhardt Jr., reigning series Champion Matt Kenseth and the newest, youngest, star of the circuit, William Thomas, or Spike as the fans know him, will take to the 2-mile, D-shaped oval for the Inaugural "Finish Under the Lights" Pop Secret 500 tomorrow. Of these four top picks, only Matt Kenseth and Spike Thomas have won on this track, Spike having won in the Busch race here just last year, going on to win the Busch series! It is sure to be an exciting race and we will be looking for all of you out here in the morning!”
Overwhelmingly glad the segment was over, Spike pushed back his chair and grinned at the guys. “As good company as you are, I gotta get goin’.” At Xander’s raised eyebrow, he smirked at him. “You want me to give you a lift back, Harris?”
Xander shook his head, “Nah, I can catch a ride with one of the guys. Don’t tell me you are actually going to bed at one in the morning?” he asked, disbelievingly.
Spike laughed, “No bloody way. Got me a date, I do.”
He watched as Xander’s eyes sparked.
“Oh, the fuck you do.”
The table went quiet as they watched the two men stare each other down, Xander’s eyes holding anger and Spike’s amusement.
“Oi, come on, Harris, I’ll tell Angel I have to be home and in bed by three! I promise, Da!”
Rolling his eyes, Xander huffed out, “Fine, whatever, Spike. I don’t know why you just don’t tell her to come and watch you race tomorrow. It’s a very important race.”
Spike bit his lip to suppress his amusement at Angel being called a girl and nodded, “Yeah I know, and I’ll be sure to invite h- er, her. I won’t let you down, Harris, I’ll be ready tomorrow.”
Xander nodded. “I know you won’t, Spike. Just please try to get a little sleep tonight.”
Spike breathed out a sigh as he stepped out into the parking lot. It wasn’t really a ‘date’ date he was going on, but he and Angel had decided to at least try one date since there was some attraction there.
Spike had met him here last year and gotten to know him, they had kept in touch by email and some long distance phone calls. Both wanted other people, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt anything; they would still be good friends regardless.
Besides, Angel had the same coloring as Xander and wasn’t as irritated by Spike as Xander often was, so maybe he could transfer the attraction over. He shook his head, disgusted with himself and the whole hopeless situation.
After they drove back to the Marriot to shower in their rooms and get cleaned up, Xander let Spike drive him the ten miles back to town to meet up with the guys. Grinning wickedly, he made the trip in less than six minutes.
Spike watched as Xander pried his hands from the dashboard and muttered a thank you to whatever gods were watching out for him that they made it in one piece. Looking over at him, Xander glared.
“I am never letting you behind the wheel of another car that isn’t on a racetrack. You’re a menace to society!”
Snickering at Xander’s pale face, he followed him into Maxwell Street Pizza, sneaking glances at the older man’s ass, which was cupped perfectly in tight jeans.
Swallowing a groan, he glanced around the place. He had never been there before when he was in this town for the Busch races, but he had heard it was a favorite of this crew when they came out this way.
There was a low murmur of voices and the sound of a jukebox playing old country songs. The place had a nice dark ambience about it and smelled of beer and rising dough, very American and not what he was used to in London.
It wasn’t very crowded, being so late at night, and it was easy to find the guys over at a corner table.
It took them a minute to get over to the crew because everyone kept stopping Xander to talk to him. Spike could tell which were fans and which were friends by the way Xander smiled and ducked his head, almost in embarrassment, when a fan stopped him. He heard a lot of teasing, asking Xander when he was going to come out of retirement.
There were a few nods and smiles Spike’s way but he was still new on the Nextel circuit and Busch series racers weren’t quite as well known as the big named stars of Nextel, even though he had won here last year.
There were already four huge pizzas on the table in front of the men and several pitchers of some kind of beer. He was pretty sure it would be American brewed and sighed in his head. He stood for a second, knowing he looked aloof but he didn’t know where to sit.
Xander beckoned him over with a jerk of his head and Spike smiled at him gratefully, even though he wasn’t sure he wanted to sit so close to the man. After having his hands on that smooth, sweaty naked flesh, he wasn’t sure he could keep from touching it again.
Grabbing a few slices of pizza and a glass of the (yes it was American but not as bad as some of the brews) beer, he scowled down at his plate in thought. Spike had wanted to touch the older man for so long, in a way that wasn’t father/son like Xander seemed to treat him, that he could hardly believe he’d had his chance and somehow blown it.
He knew how the southern American blokes felt about gay and bisexual men, so he hadn’t ever tried to make an overt pass at him, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the feelings he was having towards the man.
It wasn’t just lust, although from the moment he had seen Xander’s dark eyes and long shaggy black hair, his face scruffy and muscles bulging in his arms as he shook his hand…Spike barely managed to bite back a whimper at the memory and shifted in his seat to subdue his growing erection.
Looking up, he realized Xander was frowning at him and noticed with embarrassment that he hadn’t taken a bite yet and had been staring down into his plate for a minute or two. Shrugging at the man, he picked up a slice, took a bite and moaned; it had to be some of the best pizza he had ever eaten. He downed the rest of it in a few bites, licking the grease from his fingers in ecstasy.
Glancing over at the dark haired man again, he saw him watching him with a strange expression on his face and Spike flushed, his eyes darting back down to his plate.
The rest of the men were talking and laughing, making jokes at Xander’s expense as he just playfully scowled at them and Spike was feeling awkward. He had finally started opening up to the pit crew tonight, even though he had been polite to them before, knowing that they were the backbone of his career, but he still didn’t feel comfortable enough with them to joke around like that.
He felt someone’s eyes on him and looked up to see Oz’s calm face looking at him, smiling when he saw that Spike had finally looked up. Oz asked him a few questions about his time spent racing in the Busch series and Spike felt himself relax at being able to contribute to the conversation impersonally.
Talking bout his career was easy for him, but anything personal he kept locked up deep inside. Even as close as he had gotten to Xander, not as close as he would like to but the older man had taken him under his wing, he knew little of Spike’s life before he came to America a few years ago to race.
Spike shifted on the bench as he got into a humorous tale about one of his last races in the Busch series and felt his thigh rub against Xander’s. His breath hitched unnoticeably and although his mouth still told the tale, his mind had wandered back earlier in the evening.
He had walked back in to get his sunglasses, which he had forgotten on his chair, and had been unable to resist touching the man’s back as he took his shirt off and wiped his face. The broad expanse of bronzed skin, muscles flexing and sweat rolling down… it had almost been enough to knock Spike to his knees.
After Xander had jumped, he realized that he had walked up to the man and had touched his bare skin. Before his face could flush, he made up an excuse of wanting to release the man’s tension, bloody hell, can I think of ways to release all of that tension, and sat him in a chair to knead the tight muscles in his neck.
It might have been a spur of the moment excuse to take away from the fact he had reached out and touched the man, but he had to admit Xander had needed it. The man was wound so tight, he needed a lot more massaging than he had let Spike give him.
Spike sighed. He had obviously been uncomfortable with another man touching his bare skin for a long period of time, damn repressed yanks. He had loved the feel of Xander’s shoulders under his hands, though. The strength coiled up inside the man made his stomach quiver even though he wasn’t a wuss himself by any means.
Something about him made Spike feel secure and protected, which was strange because he had sworn to himself that he would never again get into the position to be hurt by someone that much stronger and larger than him.
A sharp nudge in the ribs caused him to jerk and look over at Xander. The dark haired man was grinning and nodded towards the tv on the other side of the room. Spike groaned and felt his face flush as he saw himself on a commercial for motor oil.
After the commercial was over, thankfully it was short, the announcer started talking about the race that was planned for the next morning.
“Once again, folks, its Labor Day weekend, time to watch the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series stars as they ‘Race to the Chase!’ NASCAR reinvades Southern California for a finish under the lights racing spectacular at California Speedway that will be sure to catapult drivers in, or out of the ‘Chase for the NASCAR Nextel Cup’.”
There were more nudges as flashes of his No. 2 car and Jeff Gordon’s No. 24 car were shown racing towards the finish line from the race last week. He had come in a close second in that one, solidifying his points standing. As long as he didn’t screw up totally in the race tomorrow, he was a shoe-in for the ‘Race to the Chase.’
The announcer continued on, “As the 25th points paying race on the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series circuit, this is an exciting event that is like none other as the cars line up side-by-side in the sunny summer afternoon to take the green flag, and 500-miles later only one driver will be celebrating in Gatorade Victory Lane under the Southern California stars.”
Spike cringed as his picture was put up on screen.
“NASCAR Nextel Cup superstars Jeff Gordon, current points leader Dale Earnhardt Jr., reigning series Champion Matt Kenseth and the newest, youngest, star of the circuit, William Thomas, or Spike as the fans know him, will take to the 2-mile, D-shaped oval for the Inaugural "Finish Under the Lights" Pop Secret 500 tomorrow. Of these four top picks, only Matt Kenseth and Spike Thomas have won on this track, Spike having won in the Busch race here just last year, going on to win the Busch series! It is sure to be an exciting race and we will be looking for all of you out here in the morning!”
Overwhelmingly glad the segment was over, Spike pushed back his chair and grinned at the guys. “As good company as you are, I gotta get goin’.” At Xander’s raised eyebrow, he smirked at him. “You want me to give you a lift back, Harris?”
Xander shook his head, “Nah, I can catch a ride with one of the guys. Don’t tell me you are actually going to bed at one in the morning?” he asked, disbelievingly.
Spike laughed, “No bloody way. Got me a date, I do.”
He watched as Xander’s eyes sparked.
“Oh, the fuck you do.”
The table went quiet as they watched the two men stare each other down, Xander’s eyes holding anger and Spike’s amusement.
“Oi, come on, Harris, I’ll tell Angel I have to be home and in bed by three! I promise, Da!”
Rolling his eyes, Xander huffed out, “Fine, whatever, Spike. I don’t know why you just don’t tell her to come and watch you race tomorrow. It’s a very important race.”
Spike bit his lip to suppress his amusement at Angel being called a girl and nodded, “Yeah I know, and I’ll be sure to invite h- er, her. I won’t let you down, Harris, I’ll be ready tomorrow.”
Xander nodded. “I know you won’t, Spike. Just please try to get a little sleep tonight.”
Spike breathed out a sigh as he stepped out into the parking lot. It wasn’t really a ‘date’ date he was going on, but he and Angel had decided to at least try one date since there was some attraction there.
Spike had met him here last year and gotten to know him, they had kept in touch by email and some long distance phone calls. Both wanted other people, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt anything; they would still be good friends regardless.
Besides, Angel had the same coloring as Xander and wasn’t as irritated by Spike as Xander often was, so maybe he could transfer the attraction over. He shook his head, disgusted with himself and the whole hopeless situation.