3. Amazement
The Veyron let him
out, smugly still, watching as his equilibrium, still badly out of
whack, made
him stagger.
Jeremy was there, to
catch his arm, and Hammond, too, bouncing and grinning a few steps away.
“That was amazing!”
Richard exclaimed.
Jeremy smiled at him, kissed him. “You are amazing.”
6.
Anything Goes
There were no
cameras, no audience. The tarmac looked
tired; the grass around Gambon was unkempt. The tire stacks were
toppled like Mayan
ruins, and it all felt frozen in time, waiting for a race that might
never
come. Top Gear was in limbo…
Jeremy stood in the
grass and watched as the Porsche came around the track again with
barely a hint
of understeer; a testament to car and driver. He had known he’d find
Richard
here. This time, the car shot past, ruffling his jacket and his hair,
then
brakes were applied. It slid to a stop some yards away, exhaust pluming
from it
like a winded sprinter.
Jeremy walked to the
car, deciding on the best course of action.
Hammond made the
decision for him. Jeremy opened the door and found his lover sobbing
into the wheel.
Jeremy pulled him out and Richard transferred his ten-and-two grip to
Jeremy’s
shoulders.
Jeremy petted him,
and Richard wailed: “I like driving fast cars. I’m good at it. How can
anyone
oppose that?” He pulled back, his wet eyes begging Jeremy to fix this.
“I want
our show back!”
“You’ll have it,”
Jeremy embraced him and kissed his hair. “Promise.”