Let Us Go Then (HIDDLESWORTH)

Will it stop you?

A/N
Warning some angst

He woke up to a sound of a phone. He is wearing only boxers. Tangled in a blanket he took a phone from his bedside table.
,,Yes?" He said sleeply. His hands runs through his hair. ,,Hi Dad! I am staying here for lunch bye!" Michelle said and call ends.
,,What?" Chris said disappointed and with his palm he run through his forehead. He look at the other side of the bed. Tom. Only in boxers, still sleeping. He smiled at him. Wait!?

,,Tom!!!" Chris pushed him. ,,Uhmm" he turned to other side. ,,Get up buddy! I know it was a rought night, but Michelle will be here in two hours! Get up!" Chris is on his legs.

Tom slowly opens his eyes. First thing he saw is Chris's body. He smiled. It was an amazing night. He thought. He act like he sleep.

,,Buddy! Get up!! Hey!" Chris is wearing a sweatpants and a Marlboro shirt. ,,Okay! I am going to take a shower!" Chris closed the batroom door.

Tom opens his eyes. ,,Uhh" he hold his forehead. He is having a hangover. ,,Chris!!" Tom screamed and get out from the bed. ,,Yes?!" He screamed from the shower. ,,Are you having a hangover?" Tom asks awkwardly. ,,No!" Chris laughed. ,,Are you?" ,,Umm yes" Tom mumble. ,,In the fridge there is a clean water. In my drawer are pills for head!!" Chris said. ,,Thanks"

Tom opens the first drawer. Shirts. Second drawer. Magazines. He took out one. Naked womans. Third drawer. Finally, CDs and pills.
He took water and pills, dress himself and went to the living room.

Chris walks out from the shower. He dressed himself and went down to Tom.

,,Hey hangover buddy!" Chris laughed . ,,How that you don't have a hangover?" Tom asked and drinks his coffee. ,,I am trained" he smiled and take his coffee. Tom wants to ask something. Something that was in his head from last night.

,,Chris?" He took over his fear. ,,Umm?" Racer is drinking coffee and making a müsli. ,,I- The thing that happened last night, I-I mean, how it is between us after that?" He looks at those ocean eyes. Chris smiled.

,,It was a friend-sex. I mean we were drunk. I felt weird and I thought something. It was a drunk thing. Nothing changes. You can forget about it. Just a drunk memory. We are best friends Tom"  He smiled at Tom.

,,Uhhm. Sure. Y-eah. I take it the same way" he said. Tom turned away from Chris. He feel sadness. Why? He is not gay! It was just a drunk thing. Why did he think it will happen? Stupid him...

,,Want something?" Chris smiled at him. ,,Yes, sure!" Tom smiled. He wil not look at Chris the same way. He loves him...

Five days later...

,,Chris!" He is at the race. Milions of fans. Cars. People. He need to win. Tom. No. Cars. Breaks. Fans. Coach. Michelle. Tom's body. No. He
need to win.

Chris turns around to a wall and throws up. It happens when he is nervous. He hates it. But bad for him, it always happen when he is nervous. That means before most of the race. All of the team take it as a daily basis. They always have ready something on stomach for him. He hates it so much. He feels worthless when it happens. His hair falls down.

,,Chris! Here drink this!" His coach gives him a glass full of some clean liquid. He purs it down his throat. ,,You will be okay. Come, Let's look at the map for the last time!" He takes Chris back to a Ferrari garage. It is twenty-five minutes before race.

,,Please! Racers to their cars!!!" The voice says. Chris walks out from the garage. Michelle runs to him. ,,You have this!" She said and hug him. He hug her back and give her a kiss. She runs away to her watching place.