Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

14. The Week Off

Seb pulled his tshirt off and chucked it onto the wooden garden bench.  His torso glistened with sweat, his hair was sticking to his forehead.   He should have brought his cap out with him but he hadn't realised it was this hot.  Maybe he'd pop back in for it.

"Alright boss, into the plank. Let's see how long you can hold it today.  Six minutes to beat."

Seb groaned. He just knew that Antti had been a dungeon master who excelled in torturing people in a previous life.  He dropped down to the lawn and took up the position. 

Antti sat down on the bench and put his feet up, a big grin on his face.   He could tell Seb had been distracted throughout today's session, in fact he'd been distracted ever since Imola.  It was a girl.  Antti knew him well.  It was definitely a girl, and he'd be willing to bet his year's salary that it was Mike's PA, Libby.   He was constantly staring at her when he thought no one else was looking.

"One minute."  Seb groaned. He could feel beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead.   He blew upwards, trying to blow a lock of hair out of his eye.  Maybe he should finally get around to having his hair cut.   He'd finally got rid of the latest beard, it had become itchy so he'd shaved it off a few days earlier. 

He began to think of Libby, not that he'd stopped thinking of her.  He was longing for Miami.  He couldn't wait to fuck her into oblivion.  It had been way too long. 

"Two minutes!"  He could feel his muscles beginning to hurt.  Why was Antti doing this to him? There was no way he was going to make six minutes.

Planking sucked. The only planking he wanted to be doing was naked planking with Libby beneath him. Shit, he shouldn't have thought that, his cock was stirring. Think of something else Seb, anything else.

"Three minutes!" He thought of the ice cream he had in the freezer. He was definitely going to be tucking into that once Antti had left for the day.   An image popped into his mind of him licking ice cream off of Libby's naked body.  No, no, no.   His cock was rock hard now.  Good job Antti couldn't see from where he was sat on the bench. 

"Four minutes!"  Seb was really feeling the pain now.  How was he going to make it to six minutes? But how could he fail and risk Antti seeing that he had a massive boner? He tried to think of something else. What though? He began to think of Lawrence. That should do the trick. There was no possible way he could maintain a hard on while thinking about him.

"Five minutes."

It was working. He felt his dick deflating. He collapsed onto the lawn, unable to stay in that position a moment longer. 

He stayed laid on his front, waiting for his dick to completely deflate.

"Five minutes and thirty four seconds.  Not bad. Not as good as me but..."

"I'll beat you next time. That's a promise."

"Yeah, yeah." Seb rolled over onto his back and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He blew an errant lock of hair from his face. "About time you had that cut."

"Mind you own business," Seb replied with a big grin on his face.

"Well at least you got rid of the beard, that's something I guess."

"Have you got something about my hair growth? Next you'll be wanting to check my balls to see if I shave them!"

Antti burst out laughing. "You're alright mate. I have no urge to see your balls. I'll leave that to Libby."

He could tell straight away by Seb's face that he was correct about Seb having a thing for Mike's beautiful PA.

"What? How..?"