Sunday, March 6 – Las Vegas Motor Speedway
The Pennzoil 400 started off solidly for the threesome, with each of them making steady headway as they ran inside the top-10 to keep themselves in contention.
Unfortunately, Ryan's bad luck continued, virtue of Brad Keselowski coming spinning across his nose.
"Fucking killed," Ryan immediately says on the radio. "Fucking Brad. Fucking moron. Fuck, it's fucking killed!"
Alex, meanwhile, kept himself at the front of the field throughout the day, with Greg electing to go for the strategy call in just two tires on the final pit stop. The result would be coming off pit road set to the start on the front row alongside their teammate Kyle Larson.
"Either way, we're taking the front row here," Kevin Hamlin tells Alex over the radio. He knew starting anywhere else would not allow them to get the run, and this was all about getting the jump on Kyle. Kyle Larson would choose the top – putting Alex underneath him with Kyle Busch electing to start behind him on four new tires. "18 is in four, he's going to shove the shit out of you. Focus on that 5. Let's go to fucking work here!"
Alex followed the instructions of his spotter, getting the restart of his life as he remained alongside Kyle Larson for the lead as they fanned out behind them. The Hendrick duo pulled away slightly, with neither giving an inch to each other through the two laps. With Alex pinning him down, Kyle would get a little tight in turn three, which was enough to allow the 48 to surge ahead for the victory.
"You damn right, baby!" Kevin shouts on the radio first. "Woohoo hoo hoo!"
"Hell yeah, boys!" Alex lets out, not having one complaint about that. He knew he owed Greg a big hug for a good handling car and the perfect strategy call. "How bout that? Really proud of you guys today. Really good job guys. Can't thank you enough!"
Chase wound up placing ninth, though still had a smile on his face in watching Alex celebrate with the guys. He was already licking his lips, thinking about what was possible that night.
"Our boy won," he hears as arms snake around him. He recognized the voice immediately, as that was the only person he'd share with. "Fuck he looks good in victory lane."
"He just looks damn good in general," Chase replies as he turns around to face Ryan, having heard about his shitty luck with Brad. "By the way, I do agree that Brad is a moron. He's been a moron all season if we're being honest right now."
"They don't call him wreck-alowski for nothing.." Chase couldn't help but chuckle a little as he clasps Ryan's hands with his own.
"I know you're probably excited for tonight, but I want to ask you a favor. I want this moment with Alex. I want this win together, just the two of us. I know we have something the three of us, bu-"
"He takes the number one spot in your heart because I was the one to hur-"
"This has nothing to do with that, Ryan!" Ryan takes a deep breath, believing the words for this moment. However, it was that period which allowed Alex and Chase to truly connect together. "If that was still an issue, do you really think I would've slept with you again, and again? Do you really think I'd trust bringing you around with Alex? We've been best friends for life. Can you please let that go?"
"It hurt me as much as it hurt yo-"
"And that's why we're both letting it go, please..." Chase takes a deep breath, having hoped this conversation would've been a lot quicker and smoother. "I've told you before how much Alex means to me, on so many different levels. That's why I would like tonight for just us – but certainly we can have a celebration for three tomorrow."
"It's okay, I understand, truthfully..." Ryan then slowly backs away, but Chase keeps a strong grip to stop him.
"I love you, forever, Ryan." Ryan smiles with a nod back in response.
"Love you too, babes."
Alex spent the time enjoying the fruits of celebration in victory lane, not having a single complaint about having to pose for multiple photos with the several different hats they asked him to wear. He also accepted the congratulatory messages from his peers, loving the respect shown, the fruits of success.
"Good hard battle," Kyle Larson says as he comes to victory lane, giving him a fist pump to which Alex returned.
"That's how teammates are supposed to race," Alex replies, as Kyle nods in catching the small dig to the week prior. It didn't seem the amount of times he apologized, it wasn't a forgotten shuffled under the rug incident.
"Have fun celebrating with him tonight. I'm sure he has something planned just for you." A smirk immediately forms on Alex's face as he couldn't wait until he could see Chase afterwards and see what was in the cards.
Why were they taking so long right now in victory lane?
He was back to the motorcoach soon enough, making his way inside. He was surprised how quiet it was, rubbing the heads of Finn and Fletcher as they came out to greet them. he could tell by how relaxed they were that they had been outside already, meaning someone was already here.
"To the victor goes the spoils," he hears spoken, followed by arms wrapping him around him from behind. "Whatever you want to do celebrate is fine by me, as long as we celebrate together." He then feels the lightest of kisses on his cheek, smiling immediately.
"There's only one thing that I want then," Alex replies, spinning around in the arms to face the man before him who adorned just a pair of shorts and t-shirt. "I want you, all of you..." He then places his hand on top of Chase's hardened cock.
"I have no problem allowing you to have that, and more..." They then back up through the motorcoach, with Chase leaning back against the bed once they reach the bedsroom. "I plan to cum so much that I cause you to choke, but give you every savory drop to enjoy." He then pulls down Alex to his level, reaching for the zipper on the firesuit to slowly pull it down. "I was beginning to worry that you weren't comi-"
"I wouldn't dare miss this celebration for anything...."
"That's a good boy." Chase then slips off the firesuit, allowing it to fall to the floor. He then snakes his hands underneath the undershirt, discarding it as well. "Just as mighty as fine as you look before me right now."
"I think you're looking even more fine." Alex then slips his hands underneath Chase's shirt, discarding it. "I am surprised that you are wearing anything."
"Were you hoping to come back to a naked surprise?" Alex nods as his eyes go darker with a bit of passion, knowing that was one of the many images pictured when Kyle said his comment in victory lane.
"It'd make my job right now that much easier..." Alex then slips off the shorts, before licking his lips as he eyes the growing cock right before his eyes. "Fuck..."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Alex nods his head as he leaves a kiss on Chase's bare shoulder. He then works his way to the left nipple, sticking his tongue out a little, circling around a couple times, before tugging a bit with his teeth. "Fuck, I hope you want to do that to my cock."
"Patience, babes. Remember – the victor gets the spoils." Chase didn't know if he could be much more patience as Alex repeated the process with the other nipple.
"I've been patient waiting for you since the checkered flag..." Alex appreciated that, but knew they'd be doing this regardless as they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. He then repeats the process he followed for each nipple for Chase's belly button, causing a laugh to escape in the process.
"Maybe I should tickle you more often."
"You know this is a torture, right?" Alex then takes one of his fingertips, lightly brushing it against Chase's balls.
"It's fun watching you squirm, though." A moan escapes Chase's lips as Alex takes his tongue, licking the very tip to get a taste of the pre-cum.
"Fuck..." Alex then opens his mouth, taking in Chase's cock, wrapping his lips around the tip, before letting it go. "Alex..."
"Tastes..so..good." Alex then goes in for another dive, beginning to suck him up and down with a popsicle, while jiggling his balls with one of his hands.
"Alex.." Another moan escapes as Chase tries to grip the bed somewhere with his loose hands, feeling Alex's speed increase, his back arching off the bed before more. "Fuck!"
"That's it, baby..." Alex continues sucking him up and down, using his tongue to wrap around it inside of his mouth, wanting to capture every inch of him.
"Holy fuck..." As the loud moan escapes Chase's lips, Alex feels every inch of his mouth get filled with cum to the brim. He savors as much as he can, trying to not choke in the process, wanting to enjoy every single drop.
"Holy is right.." Alex then snakes his way up Chase's body, placing a light kiss on his lips. "You taste better than holy."