Page 24 of Dirty Air
Teeth.
He brushes his teeth, then cups the sink water with his hands and gulps down a few handfuls. He pisses since he’s already standing, kicking off his shoes and pants and leaving everything in a pile next to the toilet.
Back in the room, he musters enough energy to pull down the covers and crawl inside.
There. All better. Now he can get a good night’s sleep.
He closes his eyes, but nothing. Closing them harder doesn’t help, and neither does counting. In German, he gets distracted when he reaches eight (points! He has eight points!), in English he gets frustrated when he can’t remember which number comes after ten.
Fuck, now he’s fully awake.
He’s fully awake and all alone and still drunk.
Fritz shimmies his briefs down and takes himself in hand for something to do. Rubbing one out is pretty much foolproof.
He runs through the images he’s bookmarked throughout the day. A girl who flashed him at the club. Twenty million pounds—ew, his dad’s in that meeting. Back to the tits again. His team at the fence when he crossed the line.The greatest driver in the world.
His stomach swoops and he groans into the quiet room.
That was a brilliant drive.
That was all you.
The greatest driver in the world.
Fritz pumps harder, but the voice in his memory isn’t right, it just sounds too much like his own.
He doesn’t want to go looking for the video again, and he’s pretty sure he can’t find it one-handed. He spits in his palm and his hand picks up speed. He just wants relief, he just needs?—
Fritz grabs his phone, opens his texts, and presses the call button.
“Hello?” Henry picks up on the second ring, that’s so hot. “Fritz? Are you okay?”His voice is musky, deeper than usual. “It’s one thirty, I was asleep.”
Fritz is just breathing into his phone before he realizes that Henry is actually expecting him to reply. “I—hello.”
He hadn’t thought this far, he just wanted to hear Henry’s voice. Horribly, he sounds just enough like he does on the radio, spurring Fritz on faster.
“Are you—” Henry sounds much more awake, which is great for the fantasy.“Fuck, are you jerking off right now?”
“No!” Okay, Fritzreallydidn’t think this through. The video never knew what Fritz was doing on the other end of it. Still, he can’t stop. “I am at the club.”
“You’re not.”
“I am—” having a difficult time talking. “—out for a jog.” That explains the breathing. “I am exercising.”
“You aren’t.”
There’s a silence long enough to indicate Henry probably hung up. Fritz stays on the line anyway, the voice in his memory refreshed.The greatest driver in the world.
“You weren’t surprised to hear my voice,” Henry accuses, in a low rumble. “You meant to call me, not someone else.”
Fuck, that’s such a good excuse. “I meant to call someone else.”
“This isn’t professional.” Henry is breathy now. Out for a jog. “If someone found out about this, I could befired.”
“I won’t?—”
“What do you want, Friedrich?”
