Race Day 🏁

Before anyone reaches the starting grid, the men gather in the garage. Leather sits close, satin catches the light, and the Drones stand within easy reach.

The Champion and his Co-Driver

Black leather stretches across the Champion’s chest. Red shoulders frame his face, and the smile beneath his beard comes easily. He holds the camera’s attention without moving an inch.

His blond Co-Driver meets the lens with a steady gaze. The unified racing suit follows his body closely and rises smoothly over his mouth. There is a particular pull to those exposed eyes.

The Challenger and the Chief Mechanic

The Challenger folds his arms across red leather, drawing it tighter over his chest. He looks ready for the photograph. The race can wait a moment.

His Chief Mechanic stands beside him in a close-fitting spandex suit, black, red and white tracing the shape of his body. The Challenger will have plenty of reason to watch him work.

The Owner and his PA

White windowpane satin stretches beneath the Owner’s suspenders. His broad red Windsor draws the eye down from his beard to his chest. Even here among the racing leather, he is difficult to overlook.

The PA leans against the wall with his arms folded. His seamless black satin suit gleams along his shoulders and chest, with red running through its design. He holds the pose and lets the camera come to him.

Onto the track

The Drones draw together for their photographs. An arm circles a waist; bodies settle against one another. By the next selfie, all three are close enough to share the frame.

The Owner joins them, then draws his PA aside. His hand comes up to the red at the Drone’s throat. A small touch, close enough to keep both men in the photograph.

The Owner’s arm closes around the PA. He leans in for a kiss, his beard brushing the smooth surface of the Drone’s suit. In the garage doorway, white satin presses against black.

The Chief Mechanic bends over the open engine bay. Behind him, the Challenger rests a hand on his shoulder. The Champion and Owner come closer too; the car has gathered a handsome audience.

The PA holds the tablet as the racing Drones gather around him. The Champion leans in beside his Co-Driver, bringing leather against the Drone’s fitted suit. There is very little space left between them.

Outside, the racing leather opens further and sunlight falls across bare chests. The Champion stays beside his Co-Driver at the car, then turns towards him. At this distance, the photograph catches both the beard and the gaze.

The Challenger takes the blond Drone’s hand to check the fit before the start. Then the phone comes up, bringing them cheek to cheek. The Champion steps in for his own photograph with the Co-Driver, just as close.

The Champion poses alone until the Challenger joins him. A hand settles against black leather. Their shoulders meet, and the next photograph has a different sort of appeal.

Beside the cars, both men have their leather open at the chest. The Challenger keeps a hand on the Champion’s arm. They will have to let go before the race begins.