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A/N: You don't need to read this because, as Jackson quoted: "Jack shit at it." This will be removed when the next part goes up.

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS by McCoyIsMine

NASCAR

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Jackson Blaze/Landon McCoy, Enemies to Lovers, Kissing, More Tags To Be Added

NASCAR racer, Jackson Blaze shows his love for his sexy rival, Landon McCoy.

There he was—Jackson's enemy, his rival—his lover. Jackson Blaze, the best rookie NASCAR racer to ever exist—extremely hot and good-looking—sat in his car, watching him. Landon McCoy, the best veteran racer to ever exist! Landon was walking the track like he owned it. A snack, no, a whole meal—Jackson couldn't stop staring at him with intense desire. Landon didn't like him, though; they were enemies, which only made it hotter.

Jackson wanted him, needed him—craved him.

He stepped out of his car, walking over to Landon McCoy for the first time. As if sensing his gaze, Landon looked at him with a smile... fake, obviously. They hate each other. When Jackson reached Landon's pit lane, the veteran frowned. Rude.

"What are you doin' here, Blaze?" Landon asked, bitterness lacing his words.

Double rude. This wasn't nice. Didn't he know who he was talking to?! Whatever. He was so sexy that Jackson couldn't be angry at him. So, he rolled his eyes and said, "McCoy. You're serving—I don't know, fuckable?"

Landon looked taken aback, arching an eyebrow, but Jackson knew him better than that. He was a thirsty slut—he obviously liked the dirty talk.

"Thanks. Now you can leave," Landon said.

Yeah, right. Like Jackson was going anywhere—couldn't McCoy see that they were meant to be?!

"I want you, McCoy," Jackson whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've always wanted you. And I know you want me too."

"You're crazy, Blaze," Landon said, his voice flat, emotionless. But Jackson didn't miss the slight tremor in the veteran's hand, the way his brown eyes dilated ever so slightly.

"Maybe," Jackson agreed, taking another step closer, so close now that their chests almost brushed. "But you like it. You like knowing that someone wants you this much, needs you this much. You like knowing that I'd do anything to have you."

"But I thought you hated me," Landon murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his breath ghosting over Jackson's lips. Yummy.

"I could never hate you, McCoy... and I'll show you just how much I love you." Jackson's heart raced faster than any car on the track. He had fantasized about this moment—dreamt of it every single night. It was finally happening! He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Landon's ear. "You don't get it, do you? I've been loving you from the start. Every race, every turn—you've been the only thing on my mind."

Landon stiffened, his eyes flickering with a mix of disbelief and something else Jackson couldn't quite place. "This is insane, Blaze. You're insane."

"Maybe I am," Jackson admitted, a wild grin spreading across his face. "But you like it, don't you?" Duh, of course he did, who could resist the Jackson Blaze? "The thought that someone's been watching your every move, wanting you this bad. You like knowing you drive me crazy."

Landon tried to step back, but Jackson was quicker. He grabbed Landon's wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "You can't run away from this. You can't run away from me."

"I never said I was running," Landon shot back, his voice trembling despite the bravado. "But you're delusional if you think—"

Jackson didn't let him finish. He pulled Landon closer, their bodies pressing together as he stared into those deep, conflicted brown eyes. "I know you've thought about this, too. Don't lie to me, McCoy. I can see it in your eyes."

Landon's lips parted, but no words came out. Jackson didn't give him a chance to respond, closing the distance between them with a fierce, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle—it was rough, desperate like Jackson was pouring every ounce of his love into it.

When they finally broke apart, Jackson's eyes were blazing with hunger. "You're mine," he growled, his voice dripping with a mixture of affection and love. "And I'm never letting you go."

To Be Continued...

Sup Ao3 readers?! This is my first fic, lmk your thoughts — McCoyIsMine