Me and Max had been rivals for the longest time, but we couldn’t deny our chemistry, the stares, the fantasies, the thoughts, the craving. Everytime we argued, everybody could still see the fire in our eyes.

We were on stage with the other drivers, after the race, the interview just ended. I said goodbye to the others, and then I saw Max with my eyesight looking at me like he was devouring me, but at least for the first time in weeks we didn’t argue in an interview.

I looked at him for a few seconds and then went out of the room. I took only two steps and then I felt a tight grip on my wrist dragging me in a secluded corner. I turned and saw Max, panting, shaking, looking at me with his eyes twitching.

“What is going on with you?” I looked at him studying his face. His whole body was shaking, he looked at me desperately.

“Please… Just one touch... Let me touch you, fell you, just once… Please… My god, I’m going crazy.” He whispered panting like a bull.

Max was begging desperately to touch me for the first time, just once.