LDR Ch 6

When he put his hand under that prone stomach, he could feel the tightly clenched abdominal muscles. As he moved his hand down and swept over the penis with his wide palm, a languid sigh was heard from the pillow where his face was buried sideways. When he put a little more weight on it, the touching thighs tensed up firmly.

With one hand, he swept over the penis, and with the other hand, he broadly cupped that stomach and lifted it slightly, and the penis pushed a little further into it. Harrison did not really mind, but knowing that putting it all the way in would make him uncomfortable until the next day, he took his time pushing it in, leaving the tip out, and stopped for a moment to give him time to adjust, and before long, the inside relaxed its tension and softly tightened around the penis.

Only then did he start moving slowly, rubbing the penis in his hand, and as he traced the tip with his fingers as if to tickle it, that hand soon fumbled behind him and grabbed Leo’s arm.

“Just, quickly.”

Leo answered, languidly moving the deeply buried head of his penis to press firmly inside.

“Then, it’ll shake….”

It seemed he had recovered, but it was probably best for his head not to shake as much as possible. It was an obvious thing to say, yet suddenly, a trace of laughter was transmitted through their touching bodies.

“Why?”

When he grabbed his thighs and turned him over to see his face, the connected junction unexpectedly clenched tightly and squeezed the penis.

“Hngh….”

“Ah, Harry….”

He swept over that slightly panting chest as if to pat it, and then kissed him, breathing into his mouth, and soon the eyes within the furrowed brow met his gaze.

“Why?”

When he asked again, the still trembling inner walls seemed to relax for a moment, and that hand gently swept Leo’s hair back. His own image was fully captured in the eyes that were slightly hazy with heat.

“Because I’m pretty?”

He asked, as it was a phrase that always came out when he looked at him so intently, and Harrison answered blankly.

“Yes.”

He had expected him to at least laugh. At the voice that came out as if mesmerized, without a trace of a smile, it was Leo who became embarrassed instead. It was not an emotion he should be feeling in this situation, but he could not help it when he felt the gaze that was staring at him as if it were nothing but sincerity.

“Pretty.”

When Leo finally laughed at the syrupy tone that seemed to melt into the air, a smile was also contained in the face he was facing. As he kissed him and slowly moved his hips again, the slow, wet sounds and breaths mixed together, and the air became even more humid.

Between their pressed chests, Leo placed his hand on that chest. The lion tattoo engraved on it, named after Leo, he could trace even without looking. The hand that was caressing the ink mark on the skin slowly moved down and cupped that penis, and a low breath burst out from between their overlapped lips.

As he gently rubbed the penis that was bobbing with excitement, Harrison’s hand gently touched Leo’s cheek, then gently swept over his eyebrow and circled the shell of his ear. The ticklish contact, like the touch of downy hair, was full of a cherishing aura.

His stomach ached with a feeling different from all the sex they had had until now. After a race, after not seeing each other for a while, before not seeing each other for a while, when they had no time to be leisurely, because they would have no time in the future, it was of course good to devour each other, swept up in longing and desire, but being in contact so slowly, taking their time like this, heightened the sexual pleasure in a different way.

Slower than usual, and therefore touching more without any gaps, all that could be heard was the sound of each other’s breaths and skin touching slowly and wetly. As he pushed the tip deep into the irregularly twitching inner walls and rubbed it as if scratching, before long, his already slick palm was filled with a sticky liquid that seeped out from between his fingers. As he too pushed his body a little deeper and ejaculated, a slow breath burst out from them at almost the same time.

A slow satisfaction, different from the excitement felt while running without a moment to breathe, welled up.

“I’m going to live slowly this vacation.”

From what he had felt while following Harrison around for about a year and a half since Harrison joined the team, a driver had no time to breathe. Drivers had races every week, or every other week, except for a month in the summer and a couple of months in the winter.

On top of that, although practice started on Friday, he had to do media activities even before that, and Harrison would usually stop by a children’s hospital in that country, so he would arrive in that country on Wednesday. After spending time without a break like that, the main race would end on Sunday, but that did not mean the schedule was over. After that, there might be another sponsor event.

So if he was lucky, he would arrive in England on Monday, or Tuesday if not, but Harrison, no matter how tight his schedule was, would somehow go to the headquarters to talk with the staff and ride the simulator. After that, it would be Wednesday, so it was natural for another race to begin.

Of course, Leo had already been dating Harrison for seven years, and before that, he had been a driver himself. But naturally, the lower categories did not have as many events as F1. There was no such thing as having to go to Asia for a sponsor event after finishing a race in Europe and then having to return to Europe again.

On top of that, until the year before last, he had mostly only gone to see the European races, and since Leo also had his own daily life, he had only seen the Saturday qualifying if he was lucky, or the Sunday main race if he had less time, so even though he knew Harrison’s schedule, he did not properly understand how much time pressure he was under.

But for the past year and a half, he had been traveling around with him right by his side, following that schedule, and now he understood the time pressure so well that he wished he did not know, and perhaps because of that, he had not realized that he himself had also been living too busily until now.

“Did you just decide that?”

At the voice that asked, tickling his ear while giving him an arm pillow, Leo nodded his head.

“Yes.”

Of course, it was not that he disliked the breathless excitement, but he had to live like that for about ten months out of twelve anyway. So the opportunity to spend a leisurely time like this was truly precious. It was ironic that he had realized it during sex, but it was a relief that he had at least realized it now.

“It was different, doing it slowly.”

It was clear he was talking about sex, so when he corrected him firmly, Harrison’s voice was mixed with affectionate playfulness.

“It’s true you felt it while having sex.”

At those words, he lifted his head that was leaning on that arm to get out, and Harrison quickly pulled Leo into his arms again.

“Yes, sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

And then, that hand was gently stroking the back of Leo’s head.

“Still, I liked it. Doing it slowly.”

Even though he had said he was not just talking about sex, at the subtle voice that came out again, Leo slightly furrowed his brow with the meaning of, ‘are you really going to be like this.’

“That’s true.”

But at the agreement that he could not hide, Harrison smiled and gently caressed Leo’s cheek. At that ticklish sensation, Leo rubbed his cheek against the arm wrapped around his head, and then, he moved his head and rested it on that chest.

When he listened to the skin where ink had seeped in and left its shape, he heard the familiar sound of a beating heart. Then, this time, Harrison’s hand tickled Leo’s ear. When he smiled at that everyday yet affectionate affection, a laugh filled with the same emotion echoed in his ear.

A heartbeat echoed in one ear, and a laugh in the other, and it felt as if he were being consumed by some substance whose form he could not recognize. If Leo were given the right to name that substance, he would want to give it the name love.

Leo, who had woken up first, came down to make black tea, and while he was at it, he turned on the television to listen to the news. When Harrison woke up, this television would once again be filled with the sound of engines, but he wanted to pretend to be normal for just a moment.

But in reality, Leo, far from turning on the news, naturally searched for Harrison’s videos. He had not thought of looking them up until now, since Harrison’s videos would just be interviews he had already seen in person at the venue, but after yesterday, it seemed there were many other videos besides those.

Leo first typed only Harrison’s name and the word F1 together in the search bar, then went to the kitchen, put water in the pot, prepared a teabag, and took out the already prepared breakfast from the refrigerator. But, how long should he heat it up.

Unlike Leo, who was used to having someone always at home to do all sorts of household chores for him, Harrison did not like having someone else in the house when he himself was home.

So when they came to the villa together, they always had the caretaker and servants prepare for a few days of living and then sent them away, and thanks to that, there was food in the refrigerator for each day. There was also the problem that Leo did not know how to cook this. He knew he just had to put it in the microwave, but for how many minutes.

Deciding to just ask Harrison to do it when he woke up, Leo first made his own cup of black tea and then went back out to the living room to scan through the video titles. ‘Harrison Turner Spa Overtake,’ ‘Harry vs. Steve,’ ‘Harrison Turner Bahrain Collision,’ ‘Harrison Turner’s Bad Luck in Spain,’ ‘Harry and Lorenzo, From Friends to Rivals,’ ‘From Rookie to Champion—Harrison Turner—’ and amidst all sorts of racing-related videos, there was one title that caught his curiosity, even though he knew he should not.

Leo, wondering whether to press it or not, kept scrolling up and down and glanced at the stairs. Harrison seemed to be still asleep. Leo tried to scold himself, saying let’s not watch something like this and ruin a good vacation, and played a video of Harrison going to a children’s hospital in Mexico and signing autographs for the kids. And then, failing to scold himself, he finally played the video that had been lingering in his mind.

‘Harrison Turner’s Girlfriends.’ It was a two-year-old video. Leo, lamenting his curiosity, pressed play. Then, the narration stated that Harrison Turner, who had won the championship title last year, was famous for not revealing his private life, and that there were no relationships he had revealed himself. At the same time, he became indifferent. They probably did not want to get sued. So he was just going to check who had been wrongly misunderstood, but Leo was reflexively surprised at the sudden appearance of Harrison’s real ex-girlfriend.

— The most certainly known girlfriend is Martina Lombardi, the younger sister of driver Lorenzo Lombardi, who was on the same grid as Harrison Turner at the time and is now, and it is known that Harrison Turner dated her since F2 but it did not last long.

Was this perhaps credible? He had thought it was all just speculation, but now that a real ex-girlfriend had appeared, the credibility suddenly rose. But after that, a series of speculations with no evidence followed.

Among them, there were even a couple of people Leo knew. They were their mutual friends, so it was impossible not to know. It seemed they had only gotten Martina right. On top of that, he had also wanted to see the Harrison of the time when Leo was not attached to him, but there were hardly any pictures of Harrison, so it was boring.

— After breaking up with Martina Lombardi, Harrison Turner, who had been repeating only casual encounters, meets Camilla.

The person in the photo was a model famous enough for even Leo, who had little interest in the entertainment industry, to know. Along with that narration, a photo of Camilla wearing a headset in the team garage appeared, and right after that, a short party video that Camilla had supposedly posted on social media was shown.

Looking at the photo, the team that person had visited was not even the team Harrison was on at the time, so he could not understand why she was linked with Harrison. In the video, which was said to have been taken at a party held after the race, Harrison was drinking amidst the loud, blaring music, but what did this prove other than that they were at the same party?

— Although neither of them confirmed it, a photo of the two of them on a date in England was taken after that. According to rumors, the two did not date for long due to differences in distance and lifestyle….

“You’re up early.”

Leo stared blankly at Harrison, who was coming down the stairs along with the sudden voice. Then Harrison, who naturally approached Leo and kissed his hair, took the black tea from Leo’s hand and drank it.

“Why are all boyfriends sons of bitches?”

At Leo’s calm words, Harrison looked at Leo as if puzzled, and then turned his gaze to the screen Leo was watching.

“I should make some tea too.”

Leo continued to watch Harrison heading to the kitchen with that obvious evasion. Leo had not known when he was the boyfriend. But now that he had a boyfriend, it was clear. All boyfriends were sons of bitches for their own respective reasons.

“Harry, stop fucking around and come here.”

At Leo’s words, Harrison, who had by then brought two new cups of black tea, approached and offered one cup to Leo. Leo took the cup and waited for Harrison to sit next to him. It was not as if they were dating back then anyway, and Leo had had a girlfriend too. Besides, Leo knew that Harrison had had a few casual encounters during his F2 and F1 life before he started dating him. In the first place, Leo had known Harrison since he was 6, and he himself had been in that male-dominated world until he was 17.

But, taking a woman to a restaurant you only went to with me, isn’t that a bit, isn’t that wrong? In the material that was presented as a photo of the two of them on a date, a restaurant that was also familiar to Leo was in the background.

From around the time he was able to go to restaurants by himself, whether he had an accident while karting, or something bad happened, or it was a day off, or he had fought with his family, whatever the reason, at the outdoor table of the shop where the two of them would go and eat tacos, Harrison was eating the very same tacos he used to eat with Leo, with a woman. Even that table seat was the same one he used to sit at with Leo.

“I didn’t know when I was the boyfriend, but now thanks to my boyfriend, I know for sure. There’s something about the title ‘boyfriend’ itself.”

Words that caused similar problems included husband and fiancé.

“My boyfriend is fine.”

At those words, Leo tried to calm his heart and drank his black tea.

“Go make breakfast.”

“Yes, young master.”

Harrison headed straight for the kitchen as if he had been waiting. Leo, finding that sight even more annoying, also got up from his seat and followed Harrison into the kitchen.

“If you cheat on me, I’m going to terminate the contract and pull all the sponsors.”

At Leo’s words as he followed him in, Harrison smiled as he transferred the food from the container to a plate.

“Okay.”

In reality, there was no way there would not be a team that would take Harrison. Besides, it was not as if the only thing attached to Harrison was the watch Leo had put on him. Of course, Kunz was the biggest, but Harrison’s family itself could be said to be motor racing. Since his father and brother were both MotoGP champions, he also had topicality, and as for sponsors, he had had enough to enter F1 even before Kunz was attached.

“And I’m going to offer to invest in the team that says they’ll take you, on the condition that they don’t take you.”

Only then did Harrison look at Leo.

“That’s unfair.”

Saying ‘I’ll kill you if you cheat’ would be a common reaction, but you could not actually kill someone for cheating, and a threat was more realistic than the unrealistic words of killing.

“I’m going to tell Heather and Bill everything too.”

Even though the two were Harrison’s parents, Leo was confident that they would take his side. In the past, when it was revealed at a family dinner that Harrison’s older brother, Jude, had cheated on the girlfriend he had been dating since high school, the two of them had immediately kicked Jude out of the house as if he were trash.

“That’s the scariest.”

And then, Harrison looked down at the plate as if he were deep in thought about something.

“I’ll retire if I cheat.”

At those words, this time it was Leo who thought deeply.

“Then I’ll let you off for kissing someone while drunk.”

Of course, it was not a kiss with tongue, but only a contact to the extent that one could make the lame excuse that they had accidentally touched lips while trying to whisper in someone’s ear after getting drunk. And the gender of the other person had to be male. If it were a woman, that would not be cheating, but betrayal. No, would it be betrayal if it were a man?

“If you really do that, I’ll kill you.”

Either way, just the thought of it made him feel drastically worse, and he added, and Harrison smiled.

“That’s much better than retiring.”

Then Harrison asked as he put the plate in the microwave.

“But are you worried that I’ll cheat on you?”

“No.”

Having seen him for 20 years, it was not a matter of faith but a matter of knowledge. Harrison did not have that much passion or drive. If he had anything like that, he would pour it all into the race. Rather than worrying about Harrison cheating, it was far more productive and certain to worry about things like, ‘isn’t he on the simulator until dawn,’ ‘isn’t he exercising past his time,’ ‘isn’t he preparing for jet lag.’

“How many minutes do you run it for?”

So he just went behind Harrison, wrapped his arms around his waist, and asked, and Harrison answered as he closed the microwave door.

“For things like this, you just do short bursts and check if it’s heated, young master.”

“That’s why I hated you.”