Eighteen years old. Joe had grown in his skills as a mechanic and decided to give a shot to driving a racing machine. This time for real.

This time, he saw that James and Frisbee had joined this race as well. They were his rivals now and he noticed a new face on their team. Four armed and with a black mustache. This guy looked like the real mechanic of their team and it showed. Their new racing machine looked leagues better than before. He cleared his throat and walked up to the racer and mechanic pair. "So, this is your machine for this year's race, is it?"

"You bet it is. Mole here made it himself and I’m sitting my ass in that seat n winning it for us." JP crossed his arms with a smile, "Or do you got something to say against that Joey?"

"I'm winning it this time. I know more than I did last year." Joe leaned into JP and swatted the lapel of his halfway zipped leather jacket. "I'll make sure you eat my dust." 

“You wish. I’ll make sure you see nothing but my car’s exhaust pipes.” James turned to Mole and Frisbee, "Right, guys?” He heard them cheer. “See?”

From the back, Mole popped the cap off of a bottle of beer with a screwdriver. He took a swig and shook the bottle at Joe. "It might not look like much on the outside, but on the inside, we put the best motor we could afford. Give it to JP to push it to its limits and I think we've got this in the bag." He returned to drinking and held out a bottle in each hand one for Frisbee, another for Joe, and finally one for JP.

Frisbee took his bottle and looked at the label. Not his favorite but not the worst.

JP reached out for the bottle, paused and shook his head before pulling his hand away. "I shouldn't drink before I drive. I need to be at my best if we want a chance."

"He's got a point, I won't be drinking either."

"Ah, one bottle won't hurt! But if you don't want em, more for me!" Mole popped the caps off of the bottles. He and Frisbee tilted them bottoms up and drank.

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The racers were off, speeding down the track. Joe wouldn’t let JP take the lead. “See ya later, James!” He whistled as he overtook his friendly rival. A lead this early was good if he could maintain it for the rest of the track. Being in the driver’s seat was a whole other experience from simply watching. The adrenaline quickened his reaction speed and every one of his senses felt heightened.

Around one of the final turns, Joe had gone too fast, his tires lost their grip and he felt the utter uselessness as tried. The feelings of exhilaration and control suddenly swapped for a sense of futility and dread as the tires lost traction. His racing machine lost a tire and swerved wildly towards the center field. Time slowed and he could see the world spinning on the other side of the cockpit’s windshields. He saw the other racers tear past him. His racing machine flipped past the holo-barrier and his vehicle was suspended upside down in the air, slowed by the anti-grav field. The quick stop was too much for him and the world went dark. He wouldn't cross the finish line even if he could continue down the track, it was not possible with a missing tire.

JP heard and saw what happened through one of the mirrors. He felt his blood run cold but still was hopeful that even though he was behind a handful of racers, that he could pull through for his friend.

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The checkered flags were waved, but not for him. He saw five racers zoom over the finish line before he did. JP hopped out of his racecar further down the track. The air was cool now and he didn’t want to look at the winner’s podium, the crowd was cheering, but it felt wrong. He didn’t see his friend escape from his car. He dragged his feet, kicking rocks that lay in his way.

Frisbee and Mole had long since gone to Joe and watched him be taken out of his damaged vehicle while the race was still going. He was mostly unscathed save for his confidence and just waking up.

JP saw the playback, shown to him by Frisbee via a tablet. He looked in awe, "It's a miracle he didn't die." He was just so relieved to see his friend, Joey, alive that he suddenly grabbed his horns to pull him closer and pressed his lips right on the other’s before pulling away with a sweet smile.

Joe blinked once, twice, and then wrapped his arms around JP’s chest. He pressed his face into the greaser’s black shirt. He felt the dampness and smelled the sweat. “How do you do it? Go out there with your life on the line? It looks so easy but now I know it's not.”

“Joey. I’m always afraid when I get in the seat. But I love the thrill.” JP patted Joe’s back, “You felt it too didn’t you? The thrill of speed. The excitement of the crowd. The wonderful cheering. Your body gets all worked up, your blood rushes all around.” He closed his eyes. “A wonderful finish even if you don’t make it in first. The fact that you made it there alive and in one piece...”

Someone started clapping, “It was a good race tonight, boys.” Mole laughed, his face pink from drinking. “I’m going to get lost n’ look for some pretty babes! We might not have won but that doesn’t mean we’ll be complete losers! I’ll see ya in the morning!” He hollered and ran off to disappear down one of the halls that led into the area with the crowds.

Frisbee shook his head. “It looks like it is up to me to take our car back to Mole’s carriership. I’ll see what we can do about Joe’s. I need to find his tire and see where they towed his machine off to.” He ran his hands through his green hair and walked towards his group’s race machine.

JP looked up at Frisbee then down at Joe who still had his face buried in his chest. “Want to go back to your ship? Let’s order some food and have it delivered there. There’s still some beers for us to drink in the cooler.” He continued to smile and to rub circles on Joe’s back. “I think it’ll make you feel a little better.”

Joe nodded, he did feel the ache of hunger now that he wasn't as shaken from a near death experience. He wanted something simple. They talked about different dishes until James said he remembered the perfect thing.

JP had eaten it before when a human had made the dish. “Pizza! Pepperonis, olives, with cheese in the crust n marinara to dip it in.” JP plugged the order into the tablet held by the small delivery drone. “It's delicious, trust me. You’ll love it!” He asked Joe for his parking card so the drone could scan it to know the parking spot that Joe’s ship was stationed in. He swiped the card and then swiped another to pay. “It’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes and should arrive in less than ten.”

They sit and eat, drinking their bottles. They’re sitting next to each other. Joe admired JP who had been nothing but a bright glowing ball of surefire joy and confidence. JP tells Joe about his experience in a crash, he broke his arm and collar bone and suffered fractures in many other places. But he recovered and here he was. Healthy and alive. The words began to fade into the background, James was so close and so warm. Joe felt his throat tighten as he continued to look at JP. He set his half eaten slice down and scooted closer. He took hold of the racer’s leather jacket and kissed his cheek. JP had long since stopped laughing.

He set his beer down and leaned towards Joe who let himself fall back onto the sofa. Jp returned the kisses. He placed them on the mechanic's cheek, his lips, his jawline, and soft neck. They looked into each other's eyes and he felt Joe's leg gently pushing up between his legs. "Hey.."

Joe shrugged his shoulders and smiled a bit shyly. His voice was just above a whisper but he didn’t have to speak louder. Not with the racer above him so close. "Hey."

"Are you.." James touched the mechanic's thigh. He began to shrug off his leather jacket and let it drop onto the floor.

"...and you?" Joe undid the button on his jumpsuit and began to unzip it, exposing a sliver of his chest. He began to undo his belt buckle and pulled the zipper down the rest of the way.

James pushed the suit open more, his thumbs dragging over the mechanic's pectorals. He could see the bruising caused by the straps of the seat's harness now. A thick line going down either side of the mechanic's chest. He felt hands go up his shirt, curiously touching and feeling what was under there. It tickled and he squirmed around.

Joe tugged on James' belt, undoing it and pulling open the zipper fly of his black pants. He reached into the boxer briefs and fished out the racer's cock and balls. He gently squeezed twice and his hands moved back around those hips to grope his leather-clad ass. "Doesn't it get hot in those?"

"I have the AC on the whole time just a bit. I like the feeling of the air cooling me down." James rocked his hips over the mechanic's thigh while he pressed his palm down on the other's groin, rubbing it in and grinding the heel of it over the stiffening cock. "I get cold a bit easily..you've seen me sit with my back to the sun haven't you? Catching those-" he grunted, "warm rays feels so good."

The mechanic laughed as he pushed JP's shirt up and looped the bottom hem around the collar of the tee-shirt. "You'll tell me if it gets a bit too chilly for your liking won't you?" He spread his legs and brought his knees up close to his chest, leading JP to slip his legs under him. Their firm cocks now pointed in the same direction, towards his own face and chest. He felt his balls get squeezed beneath James' as he grinded down.

Jp took a moment to look at how their cocks compared. He noticed a neat row of firm nubs along the underside of his friend's member. The pointed end of it was interesting as well. He gently pinched and rubbed it between his thumb and index finger which made the mechanic beneath him groan. He then gripped them both and started to thrust into his hand, rubbing against the mechanic’s cock at the same time. He felt them throb and twitch from the mutual feelings of pleasure.

In his position, it was difficult for Joe to rock his hips as he desired. His heart raced just like when he had been on the track. "Yes, just like that. Come on, come on!" He crossed his ankles behind Jp’s back as support.

JP leaned in, closing the gap between their chests and keeping their carnal heat between them. He began to move his hand faster, squeezing their cocks tighter. Their combined precum making it easier as their shafts became slick. He loved the feeling of those firm nubs gently digging into his cock's belly.

"Fuck.." The mechanic's face was tight, his chest was as pink as his blushing face. He reached up to play with JP's pointed ears, he flicked the earrings and moved his hands up to his coiffed black hair. The two of them matched. He pushed his fingers into the pompadour and curled them to tug at the raven locks.

JP laughed as he let go of their erections, slipping his hand underneath the mechanic's neck and pulled him up to touch their foreheads together. The remains of their pompadours crushed together. He felt Joe hug him with one arm, clinging on to him.

Joe took their cocks into his hand now, pumping along their length while James focused on thrusting. They panted heavily, moaning out curses and each other’s names.

With JP getting the most stimulation out of their position, he couldn’t hold out any more. He pressed his face against Joe’s neck as he came all over the mechanic’s torso, grunting with each shot of cum that came out of him. “I’m sorry-” He apologized breathily

Joe waved it off, “No biggie, I can get clean, it's my ship, remember?” He continued to rub their lengths together which made James shiver from the stimulation until he pulled his hips back and his cock out of Joe’s hand.

JP didn’t forget about Joe’s needs after he had his own orgasm. He wanted the mechanic to finish too and not by just jerking it alone. He let Joe lay back once more on the sofa as he climbed off. He rolled his jacket and knelt on it.

Joe watched as JP licked his lips and brought his head towards the pointed tip of his still eager erection. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he could cum just from the thought alone. He felt the kiss on the frenulum and the swirling of his tongue over the tip. He felt like he knew that James would try his damned best at a blowjob.

JP couldn’t get it in deep into his mouth but the part that he could was relentlessly worked up and down. He even toyed with the balls, like he did with his own when he was alone.

From sheer visual, thoughts, and getting half his cock pleased, Joe moaned out releasing his seed into the racer’s mouth who promptly pulled away in surprise and began to quickly stroke the erection with both hands so the orgasm wouldn’t be ruined. He wanted the mechanic to experience the full pleasure he deserved. He kept a close watch on his friend’s face, it went for a bit and he began to feel a little fidgety. Which was good in a way because he had something to do with his hands. “Haha, seriously dude?”

“Nnnhh, shut up. Just keep going!” Joe bucked his hips, working through the orgasm until he was spent. He collapsed back onto the bed in a heap with his chest heaving. "You're sweet James. You're always a joy to be around."

“Where’s your bathroom?” JP glanced around to the hallway.

“'S the first door on the left. The second door is maintenance stuff for the ship.”

JP pushed himself up onto his feet and disappeared into the bathroom only to come back with a washcloth in each hand, one warm and damp to clean up their mess. The other to try it off. He was gentle with his touch, especially when wiping down Joe's now drooping member. He didn't want to overstimulate. "Can we go and pass out in your bed until the morning sun rises?"

Joe got up reluctantly, he would like to stay where he lay but he couldn’t deny that request. Laying with James together under the same blanket sounded like heaven. "I think you'll like how toasty it can get in there."

They walked down the hallway together and took the only door on the right. "I liked that name you called me. Sweet James." The racer opened the door for Joe to step in. He took off his clothes, piling them in a heap in a corner and slipped in under the white and teal chevron patterned bed sheets.

Joe shimmied out of his mechanic’s jumpsuit and kicked off his shoes. "You are sweet though..you’ve been nothing but nice to me. Even when I tried to spark up some rivalry before the race." He joined JP

"So are you. I could see past it. It was just for show." James poked the center of Joe’s chest as he got close enough. “On the track its each one on his own. But on the field, we’re all the same.”

The two of them fought over being the little spoon before dozing off facing each other with their legs intertwined and an arm over the other.