Lewis Hamilton. What a pretty little thing he was. Those brown eyes did numbers for Nico since the first time he saw him in the paddock.
McLaren's new golden boy. Winning the 2006 GP2 championship on his first try. He was bound to be something good.
Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, age gap, alternative universe, McLaren!Lewis, Retired!Nico, set in 2007, bottom!Lewis, top!Nico, semi-public blowjob, angst, spit as lube, no mention of Nico's racing career, lowkey Vivan slander I didn't realise I put in until the last part, I LOVE THAT WOMAN
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Lewis Hamilton. What a pretty little thing he was. Those brown eyes did numbers for Nico since the first time he saw him in the paddock.
McLaren's new golden boy. Winning the 2006 GP2 championship on his first try. He was bound to be something good.
—
Australia 2007
"Podium in your very first race. Not bad, rookie," Nico said, walking up beside Lewis in the parking lot at the end of the day.
"Thank you," Lewis said softly, looking into the ground by his feet, continuing to walk slowly.
Nico chuckled softly, making Lewis look up, "Y'know, when they said you'd be the next big thing, I didn't really believe them. It's rare that rookies do well in their first season."
Lewis looked down into the pavement again, clearing his throat slightly.
"Chin up, I'm not done speaking," Nico said, putting his pointer finger under Lewis' chin, tilting his head back up, "But I'm impressed. You might've just proven their point."
Lewis didn't answer, so Nico took his cue to leave. "Are you going to be in Malaysia?" Lewis called out just before Nico had walked too far off.
"I might. Might not," He shrugged as he turned around to look at him, "The team kit looks good on you."
If Lewis didn't have the amount of pigmentation in his skin as he had, he might've— he would've definitely blushed at Nico's words as he walked away.
It's probably a good idea he didn't.
—
Malaysia
Lewis shouldn't look for Nico like he did. It was only his second race, so he shouldn't pick favourite presenters already.
But he was slightly annoyed not seeing Nico in the paddock at media day.
So what? It's only media day. He'll be there tomorrow.
Nope.
Nowhere to be seen.
He could've asked Ted or even Brundle if he was coming in for the weekend, but that'd just seem weird, right?
Yeah, it would.
So he didn't.
He settled on disappointing himself every day for that weekend until Sunday. But he got second place, and he'd like to think Nico would've caught up to him again that day.
—
Canada
Friday
It had seemed like an eternity since Nico had been in the paddock.
If he hadn't held himself back, he would've looked like a fangirl the moment he saw Nico in the paddock on Friday.
"Impressive season," Nico said, startling Lewis where he stood with his manager, "I'm sorry," He chuckled softly.
Marc gave Lewis a slight pat on the shoulder before leaving.
"Thank you," Lewis said, turning to him, "You haven't been in the paddock for a while," He stated.
"Yeah," Nico sighed, "Somehow, the weekends always fell on the weeks when I had the kids. And my ex-wife won't let me take them out of the country 'in a case of emergency,'" He explained.
"Ah… It's understandable, though," Lewis shrugged slightly.
Nico nodded, "The woman's always right. It's fucking annoying," He smirked slightly.
"Is that the truth, or was that just something you told her so the marriage would last longer?" Lewis looked up at Nico with careful eyes, hoping he hadn't stepped on a sore subject.
To his relief, Nico laughed softly, "You're funny. I like you."
He stuttered slightly before composing himself, "I'm British, I can't help it." He shrugged with a slight smirk.
"Good luck in practice— although, with your results, you won't need it," Nico said, squeezing Lewis's shoulder softly as he walked past him.
Fernando raised a slight eyebrow as Lewis sat down at the table with him.
"What?" He asked, confused, immediately dropping his love-sick smile.
"Remolino de chocolate y vainilla," Chocolate and vanilla swirl. He answered in a sing-like voice.
"Do I look like someone who speaks Spanish?" Lewis asked, almost offended.
"I'm glad you don't. You would've smacked me," Fernando laughed softly.
—
Sunday
He looked majestic standing on the podium— Lewis always looked majestic on the podium, but he glowed more now, which was understandable, seeing that he had won his first race.
The British national anthem was followed by champagne, and a lot of it, drowning all three drivers and Lewis's engineer. It surely left a pool on the ground.
"You reek," Nico chuckled, meeting Lewis once he had gotten down from the podium, "Congratulations."
"Thank you," Lewis chuckled, his smile still as bright as it had been the second he stepped out of the car.
"You got great potential, kid. Don't waste it," He said, shaking his head slightly, his smile as bright as Lewis'.
Lewis' smile faltered slightly, "I was talking with some of the engineers before the podium, and they suggested we'd drink in the hotel bar tonight— to celebrate. You could come… If you'd like."
Nico didn't answer, "Never mind. Just forget I said anything," Lewis said, his normal, happy chuckle now replaced with a nervous one.
"I'd love to. Which hotel are you staying at?"
—
The hotel bar was filled to the brim with McLaren staff, even some of the other drivers who wanted to celebrate Lewis' win.
"Does your hair always curl when you sweat?" Lewis asked, hoping his voice was loud enough over the noise of the people.
"What?" Nico asked, leaning in to hear Lewis better.
"Your hair. Does it always curl when you sweat?" He smiled, his voice slightly slurred because of the alcohol.
"I guess. Why?" He asked, leaning closer so he wouldn't have to yell.
"You'd have more prominent curls if you took care of it," Lewis had put his hand on the side of Nico's neck, himself leaning closer.
"Oh, yeah? You think so?" Nico chuckled. God, he loved the soft feeling of Lewis's palm.
"I'm black. I know a thing or two about curls," He laughed— more like a giggle. The sort of giggle you get when you're drunk.
"Come on. We're going outside," Nico took the glass out of Lewis's hand, putting it on the nearest table and dragged him outside by his elbow.
Lewis sighed deeply, bending over, putting his hands on his knees with a groan, "I'm going to have such a bad hangover tomorrow."
Nice ass, too. "That's what happens when you drink," Nico chuckled, putting his hand softly onto Lewis's back, stroking him softly.
Lewis stood back up, but Nico didn't move his hand. He kept it in his place, even when Lewis turned to look at him.
A few seconds went by, and they just looked into each other's eyes. It only broke when Lewis leaned in, kissing Nico softly.
Nico kissed back with no hesitation, "You're drunk," He mumbled against his lips, his hands moving up to be settled against the sides of Lewis' neck.
Lewis just hummed, deepening the kiss.
"I'm taking advantage of you," He said, but didn't stop; he just pushed Lewis softly up against the nearest wall.
It was like on instinct the way Lewis moved his hips against Nico's, his hands on his waist, pulling him in closer.
"We're in public," Nico wanted to pull away, but how could he when Lewis' lips felt so soft?
He reeked and tasted like alcohol, but he felt so good.
It was Lewis who broke the kiss first, pushing Nico away slightly, bending over slightly again, a hand curled in Nico's shirt, the other on his knee.
"I think I'm going to be sick," He mumbled, his eyes closed.
"Okay. Let's get you to a bathroom," Nico sighed softly, putting both his hands on Lewis, holding him up.
"Can you just help me to my hotel room?" He asked, looking up at Nico with bigger brown eyes than ever.
He nodded softly. How could he say no to those eyes?
The moment they stepped into the room, Lewis made his way to the bathroom, kneeling down beside the toilet.
He didn't throw up, which was probably for the best. Nico probably couldn't have handled that.
"I took advantage of you," Lewis mumbled softly as Nico sat down beside him.
"Lewis, you are drunk. I was the one to take advantage of you. Besides, you probably won't remember anything," Nico chuckled softly.
"Yeah. Probably," He laughed softly as well.
—
United States
Saturday
"You probably won't remember anything."
Big fucking lie. Lewis remembers everything— or at least from the moment they stepped outside and until Nico was gone again after having helped him to bed.
He was embarrassed about it. He was embarrassed about himself. His behaviour. Nico was 18 years older than him— had kids and everything.
He shouldn't be embarrassed. Nico kissed back. Nico was just as much at fault for it.
Fault? No, no. It was good. It was really good. He'd do it again, no doubt.
Would Nico?
"Did you wake up with a hangover?" Nico asked, walking up to Lewis in the paddock, a hand softly on the back of his neck, squeezing him slightly.
"Um… Yeah," He nodded softly, a shiver going down his spine at the touch, "About that—"
"Forget it. I did," Nico assured as he stopped, turning Lewis to look at him, "Really. It's fine. No harm done," He shrugged.
"Are you sure? I mean—"
"Lewis. Drop it. The more you talk about it, the worse it gets. Okay?" Nico squeezed Lewis's neck softly again before he walked away.
"What happened in Canada?" Fernando asked, startling Lewis as he walked up to him.
"Nothing," He said, shaking his head slightly, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, please. You've been different ever since, and he was all over you— more than normally," He laughed softly.
"Nothing happened, Fernando. Okay? It's just… a misunderstanding, I suppose," He sighed.
"You suppose?" Fernando raised his eyebrow slightly.
"Drop it," He groaned, walking away.
—
Sunday
Majestic.
Wet.
The two words Nico would describe Lewis as in the moment as he was sprayed on the podium, winning yet again.
"You know, you might be the best rookie of our time," Nico said, coming up behind Lewis, hands on his shoulders, which slid down to his waist.
"Yeah?" Lewis chuckled softly, that beautiful, bright smile on his lips.
"Just might be," He smiled back, turning Lewis around.
"If I promise not to act like last time, will you go out drinking with us again?" Lewis asked, looking away from Nico.
Nico put his hands on Lewis's chin, forcing him to look at him, "Your mom never taught you to make eye contact when you talk to someone?"
Lewis's eyes were wide as he looked at Nico, his hands still on his chin.
"Can you? Promise that?" Nico dared to ask, his eyebrows raised slightly.
Lewis nodded as best as he could, "Or I'll try at least." A pathetic stutter came from his lips. One that Nico would definitely like to hear him do again, but naked this time.
"Good," He said, dropping his hands, Lewis almost chasing after the touch, "When you know where you'll be going. Tell me."
—
"Are you even old enough to drink in the States?" Nico asked teasingly. It was meant as a joke— he knew Lewis was old enough, but no harm in joking, right?
"I'm 22, Nico," He chuckled softly, obviously already affected even though they had barely just gotten there.
Oh, he shouldn't have said that, "22? I kissed a 22-year-old?" Nico groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"No, you made out with a 22-year-old," Lewis corrected with a chuckle.
"Don't make it worse than it is," He chuckled softly, looking up at Lewis.
"It could've been worse," He smiled softly.
God, those stupid fucking lips, "You're not drunk, are you?" He asked.
Lewis shook his head slightly, his eyebrows knitted together, "No— I'm a little tipsy, but that's it. Why?"
Nico grabbed Lewis's elbow softly, dragging him away from the party and towards the bathrooms.
He pushed Lewis inside an empty one, locking the door behind him, and immediately pushing him up against the wall.
Lewis kissed back immediately. No hesitation.
"No advantage taken," Nico hummed against Lewis's lips, pressing his body firmly against his.
"Mh. Shut up," Lewis hummed, desperately trying to pull Nico even closer than they already were.
Nico chuckled softly, pulling away from Lewis' mouth, but only to kiss down his neck, biting slightly along the way. It drew out the prettiest of sounds. Small whimpers and whines from heaven.
Lewis pushed them around, so Nico was the one against the wall. The movement got a small chuckle and a smirk out of Nico, but was quickly replaced by a deep curse as Lewis slid down onto his knees, his hands immediately going to Nico's belt.
"Fucking hell, Lewis," Nico sighed, a hand placed on the side of Lewis's neck, the other on his shoulder, pushing his hips away from the wall slightly.
"Schieße," Nico groaned, throwing his head back slightly as Lewis placed soft, kitten-like licks on the tip of his dick.
"You're going to get me into trouble, rookie," He chuckled softly, trying to distract himself from the heavenly feeling.
A soft moan left Nico's lips as Lewis slid his mouth down around him, barely going all the way before he pulled back and went down again.
Lewis's hands squeezed around Nico's waist were they were holding up his shirt, Nico's thumb digging into his jaw softly.
"You've tried this before, huh?" Nico put his other hand against Lewis' cheek, cupping him.
Too good for his first time, that's for sure.
Lewis tried to nod softly, but he didn't quite get there. He only looked up at Nico with wide eyes, his mouth moving faster.
Nico's head hung slightly, holding back from thrusting deep into Lewis's mouth. His hair framed his face perfectly, making him seem even more angelic than the media made him out to be.
"Lew— fuck. Baby, you're gonna have to pull back," Nico panted heavily, a small groan coming from his lips as he tried pushing Lewis away, feeling himself getting close, but Lewis only pulled himself closer again.
"Lewis, please," The words came out in almost a beg, trying to push Lewis softly again, but Lewis dug his nails into the soft skin of Nico's waist, making his point.
It didn't take long for Nico to come— Lewis' persistence turning him on more than it should.
He came with a deep groan, holding tightly onto Lewis's shoulders, his hips stuttering slightly as he did.
Lewis pulled off once he felt Nico going soft inside his mouth, swallowing his cum.
"Schieße," He chuckled slightly, getting himself back into his pants, Lewis not moving from his spot on the floor.
Nico sighed softly as he looked down at Lewis, "You've missed a spot," He said, wiping his thumb across the corner of Lewis' mouth, "Get up. You're going to hurt your knees."
Lewis stood up almost immediately. Obidient. He reached out for Nico, kissing him softly, "We should talk," He mumbled softly.
"Why? What happened to 'fuck around and find out'? Hm?" He asked, kissing him back again.
"Nico, we should. Really," He said, forcing himself to push Nico away.
Never trust a German. That fucker hadn't been in the paddock between the US and the Brazilian Grand Prixs.
Every weekend Lewis looked for him, only to be disappointed.
At some point, he stopped looking, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was still actively looking.
So, when Lewis saw Nico in the paddock in Brazil, he couldn't decide if he was happy or enraged.
Enraged is what he chose.
He ignored Nico when he walked up to him, trying to walk away, but Nico was quicker, and his grip was stronger.
"Come on, Lewis. You said we should talk," He said, turning him around.
"Yeah, in fucking France," Lewis said, almost spitting out his words, "You promised you'd be there."
"I'm sorry. Really, but—"
"I still had my hopes up in Silverstone. It was my home race after all. Maybe, just maybe, I thought you'd show up."
"Lewis—"
"It wasn't until Italy that I gave up looking for you. You had disappointed me for six race weekends. That's 24 days, including media days."
"Let me explain, Lewis. Please?" Nico's words came out like a beg.
"No. I'm done listening to you," He spoke his final words before leaving again.
"Weren't you saying chocolate and vanilla swirl five minutes ago?" Mark asked Fernando as Lewis walked past them outside the McLaren hospitality.
"Yeah. That was five minutes ago," Fernando shrugged.
—
Sunday
Nico hesitated slightly as he knocked upon Lewis's hotel door that evening. How did he get the hotel name and room number? Connections who have connections, I presume.
Lewis sighed slightly as he saw him when he opened the door.
"Please, let me explain," Nico said softly, taking a short step closer, but Lewis backed away.
He hesitated. A long time, "Fine," He said, opening the door wider, "I'm only letting you in because I don't want to be alone."
"Understandable. I'm sorry about your championship. It was close. Really close," Nico said with his back turned to Lewis as he stepped inside.
"Two points. I was two points away. If China hadn't happened, or— or if I had just gotten fifth instead of seventh today. I would've gotten it," Lewis spoke in an agitated tone, "I was so close, Nico. So close," He was panting slightly now from speaking that face and dedicated.
"Lewis—"
"Just shut up," Lewis said, pulling Nico close, kissing him deeply, Nico not hesitating to kiss back.
"I need you to fuck me, please," Lewis panted against Nico's lips, his hands tucking at the front of his shirt.
"I would want nothing more," Nico grabbed Lewis' hips tightly, pulling him close while also guiding him back towards the bed.
"I don't have any lube, but it doesn't matter," Lewis panted as he was pushed softly onto the bed, looking up at Nico, who was pulling off his shirt.
"I guess this wasn't the outcome you had thought about, hm?" Nico hummed, sitting between Lewis's legs, helping him get his shirt off as well.
"Not in the slightest," Lewis whined softly as he felt Nico's lips trailing down from his chest to his abdomen.
Nico leaned back on his knees again as his hands went to Lewis' belt, unbuckling it. Lewis raised his hips slightly, giving Nico the space to pull both his pants and boxers off.
Nico spit in his palm, slowly starting to stroke Lewis while also putting his fingers to Lewis' mouth, and he understood immediately, taking them into his mouth, whining and whimpering around them, bucking his hips up into Nico's hand.
"Ah-ah. Don't be so desperate. It's pathetic," Nico said, squeezing his hand just the slightest, making Lewis moan around his fingers.
Nico pulled out his fingers, Lewis chasing after them at the loss of the feeling. He circled his fingers around Lewis's hole, his other hand slowing down, almost stopping entirely.
Nico knew Lewis' sounds were heavenly, but this way— so vulnerable, was much better.
He slowly pushed his finger into Lewis, watching him squirm on the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets, "I need you to lie still for me, love. It's easier that way."
Lewis whined, but nonetheless, he tried to lie still as Nico started moving his finger slowly in and out, stretching him out enough to start twisting.
"That's it. You're doing so good, love," Nico praised softly, slowly adding a second finger.
Lewis eventually got stretched out properly, but Nico dragged it out, loving the way he was squirming and moaning on the bed every time he grazed his prostate.
"Stop, stop, stop," Lewis panted heavily, pushing Nico away, who merely chuckled as he wiped his fingers clean on the inside of Lewis' thigh.
Nico stepped off the bed, getting rid of his belt, pants and boxers at a torturously slow pace, just to see Lewis squirm even more, and hear his desperate pleas.
"Nico, plea— I need you," Lewis almost cried out his words— he was that desperate for him.
"I know, I know. Just a little patience. I like looking at you," He smirked slightly, finally getting all of his clothes off and getting back on the bed between Lewis' legs.
Lewis reached out for Nico, pulling him down to kiss him, trying to move his hips up against his, hoping he would just hurry along.
"I thought I said you needed to have a little patience," Nico leaned back, one hand on Lewi's hip, pushing him down against the bed, keeping him there, while he spat in the other, stroking himself a few times.
Lewis grabbed onto Nico's wrists as he slowly guided himself into him, Lewis's back arching slightly off the bed, his eyes closed tightly.
"God, I've waited all year for this," Nico groaned softly when he had pushed himself all the way into Lewis.
"Shut up," Lewis stuttered slightly, trying to move his hips again, but Nico's grip was too firm on him, "Jus'— please."
"You beg to all the older drivers, or am I special?" Nico smirked slightly, starting to move his hips slowly.
"Only you," Lewis's words come out broken. He reached out, holding onto Nico's arms, trying to feel some kind of stabilisation.
"So, I am special?" Nico sped his hips up slightly, grabbing Lewis's hands, placing them above his head with one hand, the other sliding from Lewis's hip to his waist.
The whole ordeal of it made Lewis cry out softly, locking his legs around Nico's hips, trying to pull his hands free, but it was to no use.
"Please. 'need more," Lewis's words came out in a whimper, his body withering in desperation.
"I miss when I was young and desperate," Nico almost laughed his words out.
Despite his words, Nico took his hand, spitting in the palm before wrapping it around Lewis's dick, stroking him at a slow pace.
Lewis put his feet back on the bed so he could thrust his hips up to meet his strokes.
"Just because I removed my hand, doesn't mean you can move," He groaned softly, giving Lewis an extra hard thrust, pressing on the statement.
"Please, Nico. I need- I need to come. Please," Lewis cried out his words, his back arching painfully hard.
Nico chuckled softly, simply to hold back a strain of moans, "You're prettier when you beg. Y'Know that?"
"Stop," Lewis whined desperately.
If Nico had any moreself control, he would've made Lewis wait. He knew he would come the moment he saw how pretty Lewis would look when he came, but he also needed to see it. Sooner rather than later.
"You can come," Lewis didn't hesitate. He had trouble holding back as it was.
Nico was able to hold back just long enough so he could see Lewis come and get down from his high before he came as well. A low groan and moans left his mouth as he did. Pressing his hips up against Lewis.
—
"You know, we never did end up talking," Lewis hummed, leaning himself back against Nico's chest in the bathtub.
"Yeah. I'm sorry," Nico sighed, kissing Lewis's shoulder softly, "Me and Vivian ended up in a big fight; she threatened to take the kids away from me, so I spent a great deal of time trying to make it up to her."
"Did you? Make it up to her?" He asked, turning his head slightly to look at Nico.
"Mhm. In the end. She is one stubborn woman," He chuckled.
If one day, you never hear from me again || Prosenna
Summary:
Eu te amo, Alain.
Ton très cher, Ayrton.
Warnings: Angst. That's it. Just gut-wrenching angst and Google-translated French/Portuguese
Masterlist || AO3
A/N: This is very short. I'm sorry
It felt like hours- it felt like weeks since Alain had entered Ayrton's trailer.
He just sat there, looking around the small space. Fan mail. Pictures of his family.
You wouldn't mistake it for somebody else's trailer. It was very… Ayrton, in a way, even if there weren't family pictures and fan stuff that said his name.
Alain eventually managed to look down at the sealed envelope in his hands that said his name with big letters.
He was handed the envelope by a McLaren staff member after they found it in Ayrton's trailer after the race.
Alain's hands shook as he turned it over, opening it. He hesitated as he started pulling the folded paper out.
Maybe he should just leave it. Not read it. Save it and then read it in 30 years' time when the grief had somewhat settled- of course, he would never get over it, they had too much history, but the ache in his heart would eventually not hurt as much, right?
He pulled out the letter, placing the envelope beside him. He took a deep breath before unfolding it, starting to read it
Dear Alain,
If one day, you never hear from me again, please, remember this: I loved you with everything I had. I made you my priority in ways I never thought I could for someone. I had so many paths to take. So many people I could've chosen, but out of all those options, I still chose you.
Eu te amo, Alain.
Ton très cher, Ayrton.
To say that Alain was crying was an understatement. At this point, he was full-on sobbing.
It wasn't because of the words itself, but also, it was easy for Ayrton to spell 'I love you' it Portuguese, it was his native language after all, but that he went out of his way to learn how to spell 'Your dearest' in French made his heart ache more than he thought it could.
Summary: Kevin turned fully to look at Gabriel with raised eyebrows "I'm just saying, I wouldn't forget- Not that I'd keep him to his promise. I just woudn't forget, because, you know- You wouldn't forget someone promising you sex like that," Gabriel rushed out when he had realised what he said, stuttering over his words.
Kevin looked Gabriel up and down slightly, a soft smirk on his lips "Gabriel, you want to help me hold me to my promise?"
The moment Gabriel was allowed, he was all over Nico. Jumping into his arms, hugging him tighter than he had ever hugged anyone before.
His arms were around Nico's neck, and Nico's were around his waist tightly. They hugged like they never had before. They had hugged before, of course, but this felt different- way different.
Gabriel pulled back, holding Nico's helmet on the sides, looking deeply into his eyes. It felt as though the whole world had stopped around them.
Neither of them said anything, but the look in Gabriel's eyes said more than words ever could.
Gabriel felt… Empty, kind of, when someone from the team dragged away Nico to get him weighed.
He walked back into the garage, walking up beside Kevin, who was still standing there, looking at the screen where Nico was soon to be interviewed.
"You must be proud of him," He said, making Kevin turn his head slightly to look at him before he turned back.
"So proud," Kevin smiled, a slight chuckle coming from him "His fear has always been to retire without a podium to his name. He doesn't need to worry about that anymore"
Gabriel nodded softly "He told me you once made a promise to him if he ever got a podium," He said softly, almost like he was embarrassed to say it.
Kevin laughed softly, looking briefly at Gabriel before turning back to the screen "I did. I told him while we were both drunk, so I'm surprised he remembered"
"You remembered as well, though," Gabriel said "Besides, you don't forget a promise like that," He shrugged slightly "If I were to have gotten that promise from Nico, I wouldn't forget either"
Kevin turned fully to look at Gabriel with raised eyebrows "I'm just saying, I wouldn't forget- Not that I'd keep him to his promise. I just woudn't forget, because, you know- You wouldn't forget someone promising you sex like that," Gabriel rushed out when he had realised what he said, stuttering over his words.
Kevin looked Gabriel up and down slightly, a soft smirk on his lips "Gabriel, you want to help me hold me to my promise?"
Gabriel didn't even hesitate as he nodded, "Yeah"
—
From the moment they all three stepped into Kevin's hotel room, it didn't take long for them all three to be on the bed- Kevin sat up against the headboard, Nico between his legs and Gabriel at the foot of the bed.
While Gabriel was working on getting Nico's pants off, Kevin worked on his shirt, ghosting his fingertips along Nico's body as he did, making the older shiver and goosebumps rise on his skin.
Nico lifted his hips slightly off the bed, giving Gabriel access to pull his pants and boxers down his legs, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
Gabriel immediately leaned down, taking Nico into his mouth, slowly moving his head. Nico went to reach out for Gabriel's hair, but Kevin was quicker, forcing his arms to be crossed over his chest with one hand, his free one going to toy with his nipples, making the German whimper and whine, his hips bucking slightly up into the youngest's mouth.
Nico rolled his head back onto Kevin's shoulder, turning slightly to breathe into his neck "Please. Please, let me touch him." He could easily get out of Kevin's grip, seeing he was stronger than him, but with the way he was holding him, he knew he needed permission.
Kevin hummed dismissively, "Let him do it himself," He said, his fingers going a little tighter on Nico's nipples, Gabriel moving his mouth faster, making him moan.
Kevin moved his hand away from Nico's chest to lay softly around his throat, leaning down to kiss him messily. Neither cared how wet the kiss was; Nico was too engrossed in the feeling of both men's mouths on him, and Kevin just focused on seeing how good Nico felt.
Nico's moans continued but were muffled against Kevin's lips as Gabriel sped up again, drawing Nico closer to his orgasm. His back arched sharply as he came without warning, coming into Gabriel's mouth.
Gabriel stood up from the bed after he had swallowed, getting rid of his shirt and then his pants and boxers after that, watching Nico panting heavily while Kevin reached over to the bedside table, taking the travel-sized lube bottle.
Kevin squirted some of the lube onto his fingers before softly throwing the bottle to Gabriel, who was now back on the bed, sitting on his knees with slightly spread legs.
Nico's arms were again forced against his chest while Kevin slowly pushed a finger into him, making him whine softly.
Kevin slowly started moving his finger as they both watched Gabriel do the same, but to himself, slowly getting himself open as well.
Nico moaned softly when Kevin slowly pushed in a second finger, waiting for a second for him to adjust before moving again, slowly going faster and faster, Nico's moans growing louder and louder every time Kevin grazed his prostate.
Kevin eventually pulled out, making Nico whine high-pitched. He pushed softly at Nico's back, getting him to lean forward so Kevin could pull off his shirt. Nico placed his hands on either side of Kevin's thighs, lifting his hips slightly. Kevin only pushed his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs, not bothering to do more.
Gabriel had by now pulled his fingers out of himself, scooting closer to the two others, pulling Nico in to kiss him. It was messy and heated, Nico tasting himself on Gabriel's lips.
In the meantime, Kevin had stroked himself a few times before lifting Nico's hips slightly, slowly guiding him down onto him, making him moan softly, followed by a whine and a whimper along the way.
Kevin placed Nico's hands back on the bed, holding his wrists firmly "Keep them there," He almost growled, Nico nodding obidently.
Gabriel crwled closer, his knees placed on either side of Kevin's and Nico's thighs, hovering over them. Kevin reached, grabbing Gabriel's waist softly, his hands looking big on his body. Gabriel had one hand on Nico's shoulder, the other one reaching behind him to guide himself down onto Nico, making them both moan softly.
They waited a few moments letting both men adjust before Kevin told Nico to move, his hands moving down to Gabriel's thighs instead of his waist.
Nico's hands were tight in the sheets beneath them, straining himself from reaching out to touch his teammate, but he started moving none the less. Moving up into Gabriel while also moving himself up and down on Kevin.
The sounds that were coming out of the three, was some that would've been unimaginable they would make all three together.
Nico started picking up pace, getting desperate to come again- desperate to make the others feel as good as they had made him feel good.
Kevin was the first to come, finally letting Nico touch Gabriel after he had gotten soft. Nico didn't last long either, neither did Gabriel once Nico wrapped his hand around him, stroking him to the same pace as his hips.
—
"You treat me to well," Nico said once they were all in the bathtub- a little hard seeing that both Nico and Gabriel were rather tall, but they made it work. Gabriel sitting with his back against Nico's chest, and Nico sitting with his back against Kevin's chest.
"You got a podium, baby. You deserve it," Gabriel said, leaning into Nico's embrace.
and in Williams there always that slight tension that they couldn’t stand eachother omg need that fic
Britney's in the wall || Webberg
Summary: "I'm going to fuck some sense into you," Mark said, taking a few steps closer to Nico who had his back turned to him, a clean shirt in his hands.
Nico scoffed softly "What are you talking about?"
"You heard me. You know exactly what I'm talking about,"
Warnings: Anal, anal fngering, (forced) blowjob, bottom!Nico, top!Mark, driver's room sex, hate sex, Sat in Brazil 2006, Nico's resisting at first, praise kink, oral fixation (if you squint)
Masterlist || AO3
"Brintey's in the wall"
Nico heard the engineers and mechanics quietly laugh about it as he walked back into the garage and into his driver's room.
He slammed the door closed, throwing his helmet and kicking a few things.
"Britney's in the wall"
Mark called him nothing but Britney, just to piss him off. It worked. Mark knew it worked.
There was no use for him to be so upset about it, but it wasn't like he was calming down anytime soon, not with him not doing anything and just sitting around, so he showered- he had to anyways, but it just gave him a better reason to.
Nico didn't know how long it took him to shower- he didn't have a sense of time when he was angry or upset, but when he came out of the small bathroom all dressed, nearly at least, just missing his shirt, Mark was there, leaning up against the small desk in the room.
Mark had showered as well, so he must've been in there for a long time, especially seeing that his dark curls had dried.
Nico ignored the way he could visibly see Mark's breath hitch "What do you want?" He sighed, turning to walk to his bag, where there was a spare shirt.
"I'm going to fuck some sense into you," Mark said, taking a few steps closer to Nico who had his back turned to him, a clean shirt in his hands.
Nico scoffed softly, "What are you talking about?"
He yelped softly, dropping the shirt to the floor as Mark grabbed him, pinning him to the nearest wall, a hand firmly on his collarbone.
"You heard me. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Mark said as Nico had both his hands around Mark's wrist, trying to get him off, but to no use, only getting pressed further into the wall.
Mark slid his hand onto Nico's shoulder, pushing him down onto his knees, drawing a whimper out of him, his hands clutching at the older man's thighs for stability.
When Mark got his hands to his belt, Nico tried getting up, but Mark was quick to push him back down again.
"Behave. It'll be quicker if you do," He said, continuing on his belt, while also trying to keep Nico on his knees.
Nico turned his head away when Mark had gotten his dick out, stroking himself a few times.
"Come on. Just cooperate," Mark sighed, wrapping his hand around Nico's chin, turning his head back to look up at him.
"Open up," Mark said, smacking Nico's cheek softly-not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough that Nico reluctantly opened his mouth slightly.
"That's it. Good boy," Nico hated how much he liked being praised, especially by Mark, especially when his dick was in his mouth.
Mark slid his hand into Nico's hair, both holding the blond locks out of his face, but also to move his head, seeing he wasn't doing it willingly.
Nico hated it- not the blowjob. He hated how he liked the blowjob.
Maybe it was the force of it. Maybe it was how Mark got what he wanted- he always got what he wanted.
"You're enjoying this too much, mate," Mark chuckled softly, watching as Nico closed his eyes, moaning softly around Mark.
"Get up," He said, pulling Nico's mouth off of himself before lifting him up from the floor by his biceps.
Nico whimpered as Mark guided him over to the small desk, bending him over it, pressing his bare chest against the wood.
He leaned slightly back, putting his weight on his hands against the desk, giving Mark more access to get his pants and boxers down.
"Now you want it, hm? After you've gotten a taste?" Mark asked in a teasing tone, taking his fingers to Nico's mouth.
"You know what you call people like that?" He asked as Nico sucked on his fingers, getting them wet "A slut. That's what you call them"
"Is that what you are, darling?" Mark chuckled when Nico whimpered as the fingers were pulled from his mouth.
"Are you a slut for me, darling? Or are you just plain ol' Britney?" Nico didn't get to argue when he felt Mark's fingers against his hole, making him moan softly.
"Quiet," Mark said, his free hand going to Nico's mouth, placing it over him to keep him quiet.
He slowly pushed in a single finger, waiting for Nico to adjust to move slowly and softly, not trying to hurt him in any way.
Mark stretched Nico out around three fingers, just to be sure- like he said, he didn't want to hurt Nico.
He might hate both him and his guts along with his actions and attitude, but he ain't no monster.
Nico whined against Mark's hand when he pulled his fingers out. The whine quickly turned into a moan when Mark slowly pushed inside of the Blond, stopping every so often to let him adjust.
Once Nico had adjusted all the way, Mark slowly started moving, his hand still firm over Nico's mouth, keeping him quiet, while his free hand was on his waist.
Mark sped up slightly, but still slowly enough not to make any loud sounds between their bodies.
The change of speed made Nico moan and whine against Mark's palm. Mark pulled Nico back so that their chest and back were against each other.
"I thought I said 'Quiet', didn't I?" Nico nodded, trying to look at Mark with an apologetic look, but he just seemed more desperate.
"Jesus," Mark groaned, being sure he could come from just looking at Nico like that.
Mark took his hand from Nico's waist and put it around his dick, moving his wrist at the same speed of his hips, watching Nico squirming a shaking slightly, pre-cum leaking out of him at a steady pace.
Nico's knuckles were impossibly more white from his tight grip around the edge of the desk, trying to hold back his orgasm just a little longer.
"Don't hold back, darlin'. Come f'me," Nico didn't hold back this time. It was a good thing that Mark had his hand over his mouth, or else they would be sure to get weird looks from the crew.
"That's it," Mark groaned softly, feeling Nico clench down around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm as well.
He removed his hand from Nico's now softening dick- a few thrusts later and Mark was coming as well, pressing his hips tightly against Nico's behind.
They were both panting heavily as Mark removed his hand from Nico's mouth, putting both on the desk beside the younger man's body.
Mark slowly pulled out of Nico, making him whine softly at the loss, his cum leaking out slightly "You're gonna go ut there, do the interviews, then you're gonna be at debrief, you then come to my hotel room and I'm gonna keep fucking you until you get some common sense in that pretty little head of yours, okay?"
Nico nodded as he felt Mark help him back into his boxers and pants before getting himself properly dressed again.
"Hey," Mark lifted Nico's chin slightly once he handed him his shirt "You okay?"
Nico nodded softly, causing Mark to raise his eyebrows "I'm okay," He said, feeling Mark's lips on his forehead.
It has been one week and they were all three still together, much to Lewis’s surprise.
Logan wasn’t there. He had decided to stay in Lewis’s apartment in Monaco, accompanying Roscoe on the couch, watching the race.
Nico, on the other hand, was there, giving Lewis some ‘good luck’ head in his driver's room before the race.
It was just an excuse. Max was way ahead of him and stood to win the championship, so the ‘good luck’ was not needed in any way.
---
Bahrain 2025, Pre-Testing
Red.
It felt weird.
“How have you been over the winter break, Lewis?” A reporter asked.
”That’s the only thing you think about!” Logan yelled to Lewis from inside the living room to where Lewis stood on the balcony.
”This is my life, Logan,” Lewis mumbled, but loud enough for Logan to hear.
”And I’m not?” Logan scoffed, “Nico was right. You can’t hold a stable relationship”
Lewis heard the door of his own apartment being slammed shut before he heard the next door one open and close softly before sobbing was heard through the wall.
Lewis shrugged slightly “I’ve been,” He hummed with a playful smile.
“And how is it to be in red this year?” She continued to ask.
”You look so fucking good in red,” Logan moaned quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping Nico beside them as Lewis jerked him off slowly, the red shirt loose around Lewis’ torso.
“It’s a change, but not a bad one,” He chuckled softly, smiling with his teeth.
“You’ve done something different with your hair?” The reporter was getting off track, but she was true.
Looking around the bathroom, Lewis saw Nico’s expensive conditioner on the edge of the bathtub, which he didn’t care to take back.
Lewis continued to look and saw Logan’s cheap, old conditioner in the trash he insisted on finishing before Nico forced him to use his expensive one.
“I’ve been using some conditioner lately,” He hummed, shrugging slightly “Cut it a little,” Just like how they like it.
“It looks good on you,” She smiled teasingly.
”It looks good on you,” Nico blushed back when Lewis first cut his hair that length. Not short, not long. Just right.
“Good luck in Melbourne,” She smiled sweetly.
---
Melbourne
Lewis thought about making a stop in Monaco, but decided to go straight to Australia when he remembered that he could hear Logan and Nico fuck no matter where he was in his apartment.
And that was not something he was up to hear just before the opening race.
He missed them both deeply. It was his own fault, he knew that, and he was sorry.
Lewis had warned them both he wasn’t good at relationships, and Nico had known since ‘16 he was no good.
Sex. That he was good at. Hook-up’s. One-night stands. He didn’t need to know names. In and out. That was it.
Logan and Nico had made their relationship official a few days after they had broken it off with Lewis.
He knew it was because of revenge, and it was most likely Nico who suggested it, knowing the German had his way with mind games.
Probably also the same reason why they fucked like it was the last thing they did. Nico’s mind games.
Which is why Lewis didn’t act upon it. He didn’t want to satisfy Nico’s immense ego.
---
He knew Nico was giving the podium interviews, so Lewis almost considered giving Charles the P3 back when he overtook him on the last few laps.
He didn’t do it, though.
When Lewis walked up to the camera crew and got handed the mic, it was impossible to miss the way Nico’s cheeks had heated slightly up.
Lewis had almost forgotten he had cut his hair.
’Him and his goddamn hair’.
He could hear it in his voice as well. Others probably couldn’t, but Lewis knew him too well to miss the little things.
---
Lewis had just gotten out of the shower in his hotel room when he heard a knock on the door.
He put on a pair of sweat pants, leaving his torso bear, not giving a shit about it.
He opened the door, sighing when he saw Nico standing with his hands in his pockets. His hair was slightly messy, his lips puffy. Obviously, he had taken Logan with him.
“What do you want?” Lewis sighed, annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nico pushed past him and into the room “You cut your hair”
“Really? Didn’t notice,” Lewis said sarcastically. His braids were undone, so he threaded his hand through his hair, ruffling the wet curls slightly.
Nico chuckled slightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, throwing a pillow onto the ground between his spread legs.
Lewis knew what Nico wanted. He should’ve seen it, really- even if they hadn’t spoken since January.
He sighed softly before hesitantly sitting down onto the pillow, his back pressed against the side of the bed.
They were both silent as Nico’s fingers worked on Lewis’ hair- He was no professional, and Lewis knew he would have to undo them later- or maybe he could keep them for once, they’d probably undo themselves when he slept.
Lewis pulled his knees up to his chest “I miss you,” Lewis hummed, his eyes closed, leaning into the touch of Nico.
Nico kept quiet.
“Not just you, but Logan as well,” Lewis sighed “I wish I could do it all over, make sure I don’t fuck it up so I could keep you both… I’m just not good at it”
“I know,” Nico hummed “, I know when you need your space- I’ve always known, but Logan… It’s one of his first relationships, and he doesn’t know you as well as I do”
“Did you try to explain it to him?” Lewis hummed, stretching his legs out in front of himself.
“Yes- pressure on try,” Nico chuckled softly "but you know how he can be…” He sighed, running his fingers through Lewis’ curls.
“Have you been using conditioner?” Nico asked, confused, feeling how soft Lewis’s hair actually was.
“Felt like a waste throwing yours out- you’re switching the subject,” Lewis said, turning his head to look up at Nico.
Nico pushed Lewis’s head back, continuing on his hair “You want to make it better? Get your shit together and actually try. Don’t avoid him in the hallway, don’t avoid him in the shops. Get your shit together,” He said, pulling at Lewis’ hair to make him look up at him, making him whine.
Nico raised his eyebrows when Lewis didn’t say anything, but only nodded a little, not wanting his head to hurt more where Nico was pulling it “Yes. I’ll get my shit together”
“Good, now sit still,” The German said, turning Lewis’s head slightly down to braid the hair in the nape of his neck.
—
China
“Can I ask you something?” Lewis asked Charles, standing in the doorway of Charles’s driver’s room.
“Sure,” Charles nodded softly, motioning for the small couch where there was space.
“Have you ever had moments where you didn’t speak to Max and you wanted to make it better, but you don’t know how, and you couldn’t ask him because he refuses to talk to you?” Wheels were turning in Charles’s head from trying to keep up with Lewis’s fast-paced talking.
He leaned back in the chair at the small desk “Um, I mean, yeah. It wasn’t like we’ve had a huge fight or anything, but Max is petty and gives me the cold shoulder sometimes. Why?”
Lewis hesitated slightly. “A friend is mad at me and I want to tell him I’m sorry, but I don’t know how, he doesn’t want to speak to me, and I feel pathetic to ask his boyfriend for help,” He explained.
“Hm. Depends. What did you do?” Charles asked, genuinely wanting to help him.
Lewis hesitated slightly before just deciding to come clean, “It’s Logan. He’s mad at me because I prioritised racing. Nico told me to get my shit together if I wanted to make it up to him,” He shrugged, fiddling with his hands.
Charles hummed, nodding his head slightly in understanding “What’d you do the first time to make it better?”
“I told an interviewer in a post-race interview that I still loved him and hoped that we could talk it out and make it better again, but I highly doubt it’ll work a second time,” Lewis chuckled pathetically.
“Start with getting him flowers- his favourite flowers,” Lewis looked up at Charles “You don’t know his favourite flowers, do you? I’ll ask Alex,” Charles sighed.
“He’s most likely going to throw them out, but it shows you’re trying and that you care. You have to keep trying- but not too much, that’ll give him the ick at some point. Next, you try with his favourite sweets. That’ll maybe be a little bit better. Then you can try with some coffee and some pastries”
“No wonder you and Alexandra are such a good couple,” Lewis smiled softly.
Charles chuckled softly, “But my best advice, talk to Sebastian. He had the whole ‘Mark refusing to talk to him’ period after Malaysia. He’ll have much better advice for your situation”
Lewis stood up, hugging Charles tight- a little hard when Charles sat down, but he did his best to hug him back.
“You’re amazing. Both Alexandra and Max are lucky,” Lewis mumbled.
“You’re amazing too, Lewis. The fact that you care enough to make it better shows that”
—
When Charles had texted Lewis about Logan’s favourite flowers, he thought it was adorable that it was roses- maybe a bit niche, but it was so adorable.
Lewis had gone out and picked a bouquet of the prettiest red roses he could find. He knocked on Nico’s door.
“I’ll get him. Wait a second,” Nico smiled softly when he saw Lewis standing with the roses outside of his door.
Lewis’s breath hitched slightly as he heard Logan’s footsteps on the floor.
“Please,” Lewis said quickly when Logan was about to close the door.
Logan didn’t close the door fully, but he still didn’t have it open far enough that they could see each other.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I miss you a lot. I know that I am not the perfect partner, I never have been. I’m trying to change, I really am- hell, I went to Charles for advice, who then told me to speak to Sebastian.” He chuckled pathetically, “I want to change so that I could be with you and Nico again. After I lost you the first time and got you back again, I never wanted to lose you again, but I did, and I’ll forever blame myself and nobody else for that”
Logan didn’t say anything, but Lewis was sure he heard a soft sniffle.
“I’ll leave the flowers for you. They’ll look good with that baby blue vase Nico has,” He smiled softly to himself, bending down to place the flowers up against the doorframe.
“I love you, Loges,” Lewis sniffled slightly, waiting a few seconds before he walked back to his own apartment.
—
“Seb, I need your help,” Lewis said once he heard Sebastian had picked up the phone.
”Sounds serious, what’s up?” Sebastian asked on the phone.
“I need your advice. When Mark wasn’t talking to you after Malaysia, what’d you do?” He asked, leaning back on his couch.
”You don’t want my advice, Lew,” Sebastian sighed, followed by a soft chuckle.
“How come? You always give good advice- and you have experience with my situation,” Lewis sighed, but was also confused.
”Because I cornered him in his drivers room and sucked him off,” He said with no hesitation and no shame.
“I shouldn’t’ve asked,” Lewis chuckled, drawing one out of Sebastian as well.
”Look, I know you’re too pathetic to ask Nico, but if you want both him and Logan back, you need to confide in Nico as well,” He explained, making Lewis sigh heavily.
—
“Wine?” Nico asked once Lewis had opened the door for him, "Logan's back in the states visiting his family, so it's too quiet," He pushed past Lewis, not waiting for an invitation to come in.
"I never say no to wine, but the last time we had wine, you sucked me off and didn't care about your relationship," Lewis teased as he closed the door behind him, watching as Nico found glasses in the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, that was also at 3 am, now it's only 7 pm," Nico smiled softly as he went to the living room and sat down on the couch.
"2.44 am, actually," Lewis sighed, sitting down beside Nico, turning his body slightly to face the blond.
"Whatever. Close enough," He chuckled softly, handing Lewis his glass "Have you talked to Seb about it?"
"Mh, I have yes," Lewis said, leaning forward, having forgotten to tell Nico about what Sebastian had said "When Mark refused to talk to him, he cornerd him in his drivers' room and sucked him off"
"What? Wasn't he already dating Hanna back then?" Nico asked, now also leaning forward.
"Mhm," Lewis hummed, nodding softly "What is it with you Germans cheating on your beautiful wife with a blowjob?" He chuckled.
"Hey, at least it works, right?" Nico chuckled as well.
There was a moment of silence.
"He threw them out, by the way, the flowers," Nico said softly, turning the glass in his hand.
"Yeah, Charles said he'd probably do that," Lewis sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes softly.
"He did hesitate before doing it, though," He hummed, making Lewis look back at him "He even went as far as taking the blue vase, but he regretted it and put it back before throwing them out," Nico explained, hoping it would make Lewi feel at least a little bit better.
Lewis just hummed "When does he get back?"
"Monday after Saudi," Nico answered.
"A month? Jesus," He groaned, putting his glass onto the coffee table before putting his head in his hands.
"He doesn't have a visa, Lewis, he can't stay here forever," Nico chuckled.
—
Logan was beyond tired when he got back to Monaco, almost falling onto Nico when he reached the couch.
"I missed you," Logan hummed as he almost sat on top of Nico, hugging him tight.
"I missed you too, Schatz," Nico said back, hugging him equally as tight, kissing the side of his head softly.
Logan pulled back slightly before he leaned back in, kissing Nico deeply.
Nico kissed back with no hesitation, holding onto Logan's waist, pulling him in closer.
"Logan, you're tired," Nico said when Logan got proper into Nico's lap, straddling him, kissing him more passionately.
"Never too tired for you," Logan mumbled against Nico's lips "And I missed you too much. Please"
Nico leaned his head back as Logan mouthed down his neck. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this too- he'd missed Logan just as much.
He wanted to say no, he wanted to wait until tomorrow when Logan had gotten the rat he needed, but the way he was mouthing at his neck and pulling softly at his hair…
"Okay," Nico nodded softly, letting out a heavy breath as he felt Logan slip off his lap and out of his hands.
The taking off of clothes was quick, the foreplay rushed but thorough- Nico could maybe have stretched Logan out a bit more, but the younger didn't care.
The actually sex part was slow and soft, both just wanting to feel each other in their arms again.
'Feeling each other in their arms again', was maybe a little bit of an understatement. They had both ended up with a few too many marks on their bodies.
"I don't ever want to let you go again for that long. I missed you too much," Nico said, pulling Logan closer after he had cleaned him up.
"Next time will only be a week," Logan chuckled softly, tiredness taking over.
"Move in," Logan looked up at him surprised "I know a visa takes a long time to get, but…" He shrugged slightly.
"I'd love that," He smiled softly.
—
Much to his dismay, Logan woke up to an empty bed, groaning when he reached out for Nico to only reach the duvet.
He sat up in the bed slowly and tired, throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before making his way out of the bedroom.
"Ned's cold without you," Logan hummed, wrapping his arms around Nico's waist from behind, placing his head in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin softly.
"Making breakfast for you," Nico chuckled softly, reaching up with one hand to stroke Logan's ruffled hair.
Logan lifted his head slightly, kissing Nico's cheek before his eyes caught sight of a small black box on the dinner table.
"What's that? Wasn't there yesterday," He asked.
"It's for you," Nico informed, a small smile on his lips as he watched Logan walk over to the table.
"It's from Lewis," Logan sighed, picking up the box. It's was a box with some expensive chocolates.
"How'd you know? There's not a name on it," Nico asked confused.
"I mentioned to him once that I wanted to try them," He sighed "Am I pathetic for wanting to give him a chance again?"
"No," Nico smiled softly "He obviously cares about you," Nico sighed before he spoke up again "He's awake, you know"
Logan hesitated slightly "Give me 10 minutes," He said before going for the door.
Even as he stood outside of Lewis' door, he hesitated. He knew the apartment like the back of his hand, and he wanted to give Lewis a chance again, he wanted to believe that Lewis could change for him.
Before he could stop himself and turn back around, he knocked on the door, waiting for Lewis to open.
Logan sure didn't hesitate to throw himself into Lewis' arms once he opened up. He would've for sure broken down if he had hesitated.
Lewis hugged back immediately, maybe a little too tight, but Logan didn't care, he was just happy to have Lewis' arms around him again.
HIIII I’m wondering if you could write a smut about Nico Hulkenberg/ Gabriel Bortoleto? I don’t have any ideas in mind right now but I somehow feel like these two more or less fits into a sugar daddy/sugar baby vibe😭 or maybe a/b/o with omega Gabi…
Summary: "I was just supposed to lie for five minutes, but five minutes turned into… I don't know how long," He said, shrugging slightly, looking down into his lap where his hands were.
Nico sighed softly, seeing how disappointed Gabriel looked "When you're done with your interviews, come to my driver's room. I think I know how to cheer you up. If I'm not there, just walk in," He said, putting a hand onto Gabriel's shoulder, squeezing him softly.
Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top Nico, bottom Gabriel, set in the Australian GP, driver's room sex, praise kink
Masterlist || AO3
Gabriel was neither sad nor mad about his DNF; he was rather disappointed. It was his first race in f1, and he fucking bottled it. Crashing out in the first race of his career- the opening Grand Prix- he crashed out. Fucking pathetic.
After he had showered when he got back to his driver's room, he merely lay on the couch, listening to music through his headphones with his eyes closed.
He didn't know how much time had actually gone by before he was startled with a hand on his chest. His body jerked, and his eyes shot open as one of his hands grabbed the wrist on his chest.
He relaxed again after seeing it was just Nico, freshly showered as well. He sat up, taking off his headphones, leaving them hanging around his neck "Are you trying to kill me or something?" He chuckled softly.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Nico chuckled as well, sitting down beside Gabriel on the small couch "Y'know, people have been looking for you"
"They have? I've just been in here," Gabriel said, confused, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at Nico.
"Well, you weren't answering when they were knocking, so they just assumed you weren't in here," Nico explained with a soft smile.
"I was just supposed to lie for five minutes, but five minutes turned into… I don't know how long," He said, shrugging slightly, looking down into his lap where his hands were.
Nico sighed softly, seeing how disappointed Gabriel looked "When you're done with your interviews, come to my driver's room. I think I know how to cheer you up. If I'm not there, just walk in," He said, putting a hand onto Gabriel's shoulder, squeezing him softly.
Gabriel gave Nico a short nod and tried giving him a smile, but he didn't quite succeed with that.
—
Nico wasn't there when Gabriel knocked on the door, so he just walked in like he was told to do.
Seeing he wasn't there, Gabriel just leaned back against the small desk with his phone in his hands, scrolling through social media or whatnot.
Gabriel quickly looked up when he heard the door open, before he looked back down into his phone to read the rest of what he had started on.
He didn't get to turn off his phone before he felt Nico's lips against his.
Gabriel pulled back. It's not like he didn't want to kiss Nico, cause damn he wanted to. Nico was, by all means, downright attractive, but the age gap and the dynamic… It doesn't look good on paper.
Albeit the thoughts going through Gabriel's head, it didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss Nico again.
He let his phone be on the small desk, both hands now on the sides of Nico's neck, kissing him deeper.
Nico had his hands on Gabriel's hips, slowly trailing them down to the back of his thighs, lifting him up onto the table, drawing a small yelp from the younger driver.
"Need you," Gabriel panted softly against Nico's mouth, pulling him in to stand between his legs.
"You can be quiet for that, hm?" Nico asked with a soft chuckle, trailing his mouth down Gabriel's neck.
Gabriel nodded eagerly "Anything for you," He whimpered softly, tightening his legs around Nico's hips.
"Gonna have to let me go, Schatz," Nico slid his hand back down onto Gabriel's thigh, forcing his legs back open to get out of his grip.
Gabriel was way too impatient and way too eager. He would've loved to have Nico tease him and slowly undress him, but they did not have the time to do that, so while Nico walked over to his bag on the small couch, Gabriel was in full motion, trying to unbuckle his belt quickly.
"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" Nico chuckled as he walked back over to Gabriel, putting the travel-sized lube bottle onto the desk.
"Need you bad," Gabriel panted slightly, whimpering softly when Nico pulled him off the desk, turning him around, making the younger brace his body on his hands against the desk.
"I can see that," Nico chuckled low as he leaned in, his chest pressed against Gabriel's back, his hands pushing down both his pants and boxers.
Nico poured some lube onto his fingers, warming it up, his other hand holding onto Gabriel's waist, pushing his shirt out of the way.
Gabriel moaned softly when he felt Nico's fingers against his hole.
"Quiet, love. Don't want the others hearing you, do you?" Nico chuckled softly, slowly circling Gabriel's hole, smearing the lube around him.
Gabriel shook his head softly "Sorry. I'll be quiet for you," He spoke low, almost a whisper.
Nico slowly pushed in a single finger making Gabriel bite his bottom lip hard, trying not to make any sounds.
He slowly started moving his finger, soft and quiet sounds leaving Gabriel- soft pants and quiet whimpers.
When Gabriel was stretched out enough, Nico added a second finger, Gabriel throwing a hand over his mouth to keep quiet, his eyes shut tight and his head hanging low, his other hand holding tightly around the edge of the table.
Nico slowly pulled his fingers out of the younger driver once he was stretched out enough, drawing a muffled whine from him at the loss.
He wiped his lubed up fingers on the back of Gabriel's thigh before he made work of his belt, pushing both his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs, pouring some more lube into his palm, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with Gabriel's hole.
Nico had his lubed hand on Gabriel's lower back, holding him down against the table, his clean hand over his mouth to make sure he stayed quiet as he slowly pushed into him.
Gabriel arched his back as Nico slowly pushed into him, trying so hard to stay quiet, thankful that Nico had halped with that.
"Shit," Nico groaned softly, starting to move slowly when Gabriel had adjusted to his size.
He graduadlly sped up his pace, more quiet moans, whimpers, whines being pulled from Gabriel against his hand- just the sounds making Nico come out with his own sound.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Schatzi," Nico groaned softly, pulling Gabriel back so that his back was pressed against Nico's chest, the hand that was on Gabriel's lower back now around his dick.
Gabriel's begging was muffled against Nico's hand, but it didn't stop him from continuing begging for release. He wanted- no, he needed to come. He needed to come by the work of Nico's hand and dick, no others.
"Hold on a little longer, you can do that for me, no?" Nico groaned right into Gabriel's ear, and if he wasn't as obidient as he was and in need for praise, he'd come just from the sound of Nico's voice like that.
Gabriel's tired nodding as best as he could, but he was unsucessfull, making Nico chuckle softly "Good boy," Yep, Gabi was definetly a sucker for praise.
The thought of Gabriel having a praise kink- getting turned on by Nico's praise, got him that closer to his orgasm.
"You feel so good, baby. Amazing even," Nico groaned, having seen the way Gabriel reacted to his praise.
Gabriel couldn't take it anymore, the praise getting to him. He had tried holding his orgasm back, but he couldn't when Nico praised him so good. His cum slid down onto Nico's hand which was graduadlly slowing down. Some landed on his shirt while most of it was on the desk.
The feeling of Gabriel coming, clenching down around Nico, made him speed up, not to make Gabriel feel uncomfortable, but so he finished faster so that Gabriel didn't feel uncomfortable.
It didn't take long, the feeling becoming to pleassureble for Nico.
"You feel better?" Nico asked, panting heavily as he removed his hand from Gabriel's mouth, holding it softly around his throat instead, kissing his shoulder softly.
Gabriel nodded softly "Much better"
"Good," He said, slowly pulling out to get a wash cloth from the small bathroom to clean them both up.
Can we have a smut for these pics, plz? Like that fucking huge hand on his tiny waist is hunting my dreams
Pretty when you cry || Slagclaren
Summary: Jenson closed the door behind him when he entered the small room "You okay?" He asked, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, his eyes red and slightly puffy, having obviously been crying.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Lewis asked, crossing his legs under his body.
"Because, A, you either just lost the Championship to your best friend or B, you lost your best friend to the championship. Either way, it's okay to feel bad about it, maybe even guilty," Jenson explained.
Warnings: Handjob, dacryphilia, comfort sex, mention of Spain '16, drivers room sex
Masterlist || AO3
God, Lewis felt like a crybaby. Lewis didn't cry, especially not about something as dumb as this.
He couldn't really decide for himself if he was crying over the fact that he lost the championship to his best friend, or he lost his best friend to the championship.
If they hadn't crashed in Spain, would they still've been friends now? Would Nico still have wanted to celebrate with him later? Would he still've been over at his and Vivian's apartment for dinner once a week if Spain didn't happen?
Toto had told Jenson Lewis was in his driver's room when he asked, too absorbed in Nico's win to care who or what walked through the hospitality.
Jenson paused slightly when he heard the soft sniffle from the other side of the door "Lew? Can I come in?" He asked, knocking softly on the door.
There was a bit more sniffling and some shuffling around inside the room before Lewis spoke up, his voice muffled from the room "Sure," He choked out.
Jenson closed the door behind him when he entered the small room "You okay?" He asked, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, his eyes red and slightly puffy, having obviously been crying.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Lewis asked, crossing his legs under his body.
"Because, A, you either just lost the Championship to your best friend or B, you lost your best friend to the championship. Either way, it's okay to feel bad about it, maybe even guilty," Jenson explained.
"I don't feel bad a bout it- certainly not guilty," Despite his words, Lewis' eyes glazed over, and it was the most attractive thing Lewis had ever seen on Lewis.
Lewis had always been attractive and always will be attractive, people who said otherwise would be lying- but seeing him with tears? It wasn't weird he got hard by that, right?
"It's just, Nico's blaming me for Spain, when we all know it was a mutual thing. He's as much at fault in it as I am," Lewis sniffled, a pathetic chuckle coming from him as he wiped away a stray tear.
"No, no. It's fine," Jenson hummed, looking into his hands on his lap so he would not get too hard from looking at how beautiful Lewis looked with the tears in his eyes.
There was a moment of silence before Jenson felt Lewis' body wrap around him. It took him a minute, but Jenson eventually turned to his side to hug Lewis back softly, his hands on his waist.
Either it was Jenson's hands that were big, or it was Lewis' waist that was small- either way, Lewis felt so small in Jenson's hands, and God, did it do things to him.
"Thank you. I needed that," Lewis pulled slightly away, but not enough to get out of Jenson's hold, nor did Lewis let go of Jenson.
"Of course. Anytime," Jenson nodded softly.
Maybe Jenson should've thought about it- Maybe he would've realised he was taking advantage of Lewis' vulnerable state, but he didn't before he kissed the younger softly.
Lewis kissed back with no hesitation, having both of his hands on the sides of Jenson's neck, trying to pull him closer.
The kiss quickly got heated, Lewis getting into Jenson's lap, a leg on either side of his body.
Jenson pulled Lewis slightly back, panting softly, "Lew-" "Shut up," Lewis cut him off, immediately going back to kissing him.
Jenson smirked slightly into the kiss, his hands squeezing Lewis's waist softly, feeling how small he felt in his embrace.
"Please," Lewis whimpered softly, grinding his hips down softly against Jenson's, making the older groan quietly.
"Here? Now?" Jenson asked confused, but damn he was aroused "The door's not locked"
"Doesn't matter. Please," Lewis pleaded again, rolling his hips again, making Jenson tilt his head back slightly.
"Okay, okay. Fine," Jenson gave in "I'm guessing you don't have lube," He said as his hands worked on getting Lewis' belt open. Lewis's breath hitched slightly, shaking his head slightly "Then you'll have to do with a handjob"
Lewis whined softly in annoyance, "Better than nothing," He breathed out shakily as Jenson pushed down his pants and boxers enough to get his dick out.
Jenson spat in his palm, wrapping his hand softly around Lewis, slowly stroking him, making Lewis moan softly. Jenson pulled Lewis back in to kiss him deeply once he was fully hard, moving his hand quicker and squeezing a little harder.
Jenson chuckled softly into the kiss when Lewis slowly started bucking his hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction, but was unsuccessful.
"Jense. Please," Lewis managed to get out between his muffled moans against Jenson's lips "More, please"
Jenson gave in, ghosting his thumb across Lewis' slit, making the younger's body shiver slightly and a shaken moan coming from his lips.
"Shh. Quiet, love," Jenson smirked softly from the physical reaction Lewis' body had at the pet name.
"Please. Close," Lewis mumbled softly the moment he was able to get air away from Jenson's lips.
"I know, love. I know," Jenson panted softly, feeling Lewis twitching in his hand, pre-cum leaking from him and down onto Jenson's hand.
A few more strokes of Jenson's hand, and Lewis' body was shaking slightly "Come for me, love- quietly," Jenson said, looking up at Lewis, who had his head thrown back, mouth open slightly in silent moans and his eyes shut tightly.
Lewis came with a second thought, his cum spilling onto his own shirt as well as Jenson's and his hand.
Jenson gradually sped down his hand to slowly help Lewis down from his high, his eyes eventually only focusing on the way his hand looked so big on Lewis' waist- focusing on how good it felt having Lewis in his hands- and not just his dick.
Lewis panted heavily as he slumped against Jenson's body, Jenson wiping his cum covered hand on the back of Lewis' shirt, knowing they have to thrown it to wash anyways.
Jenson tried to pull Lewis away from his body, but was only met with Lewis tightening his arms around his neck.
"Don't let go," He mumbled softly against Jenson's neck "I haven't helped you yet either"
"No need. You'll help me later," Jenson chuckled softly, helping Lewis properly into his pants again, afterwards placing his hands back onto Lewis' waist, stroking him softly.
thank you so so much for the slagclaren food; been great to see your fics in the tag! would you please treat us to some slagclaren with JB in a dress..? (context below lol)
Summary: Lewis leaned down, taking both Jenson's hands and pinned them above his head, his forehead pressing against Jenson's exposed shoulder, fighting the urge to bite him- to mark him. Mark him as his territory. Maybe then all the grid girls would just leave him alone and not have their dirty hands all over him.
Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, feminization, top Lewis, bottom Jenson, McLaren era, jealous Lewis, Lewis accidentally bit through Jenson's skin
Masterlist || AO3
"Come on, Jenson, it can't be that bad," Lewis chuckled softly as he heard Jenson's groan from the bathroom.
'Bet you'd like to see me in this' Jenson said earlier at their photoshoot about a white dress… Or something like that.
"I look horrible," Jenson's whine was muffled from the other room.
"Just get out here," Lewis chuckled again, crossing his legs from where he sat on the foot of the bed.
Lewis straightened his back slightly as he heard the door getting unlocked and saw the door open slightly.
He pressed his lips tightly together, not because he was trying to suppress a laugh, but because Jenson looked so good like that, in the white dress.
"Don't laugh at me," Jenson whined, sitting beside Lewis, putting his face in his hands.
"I'm not laughing at you, Jense," Lewis said, trying not to blush, even though he knew it would be impossible for Jenson to see even if he did.
"I can see it on you. The way you're pressing your lips together," Jenson said as he lifted his head to look at Lewis.
"I'm not laughing at you," Lewis said, stern enough for Jenson to see he was genuine.
"You're not?" Jenson asked confused, his eyebrows knitted together.
"No," Lewis realised how close they were sitting, but it seemed like Jenson didn't.
Jenson didn't have the time to realise how close they were sitting before Lewis was kissing him.
He didn't think as he kissed Lewis back, putting one of his hands on the side of Lewis's neck, the other supporting his weight on the bed.
The kiss quickly heated, Lewis moving to hover over Jenson, pushing him down softly to lay on his back.
Jenson had his hands on Lewis' back, trying to pull his shirt off but without much success.
Lewis chuckled as he leaned slightly back, pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor.
Jenson reached out to touch Lewis but was quickly dismissed as Lewis flipped him around to lie on his stomach.
The younger pushed up the skirt of the dress to be around Jenson's waist.
"Should've worn panties. You'd look much better," Lewis hummed with a soft smirk as he leaned down to place a soft kiss between Jenson's exposed shoulder blades.
Jenson whined softly when Lewis stepped back to walk over to his suitcase.
He came back with a half-empty bottle of luv, throwing it to be placed beside Jenson's body.
Lewis wrapped his hands around Jenson's hips, pulling him further down the bed, his feet now planted on the floor.
"Lift your hips," Lewis said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jenson's boxers.
Jenson lifted his hips slightly up from the bed, letting Lewis pull his boxers down to his mid-thighs letting them stay there.
Lewis took the lube bottle from where it lay popping open the cab, squirting some on his fingers, trying to warm it up.
Jenson whimpered softly at the feeling of the cold lube around his hole, his hands fisting in the sheets, face pressed down into the bed as well.
"Shh. I got you, love," Lewis said softly, slowly pushing a finger into Jenson, waiting for him to get adjusted before slowly moving.
The older moaned softly as Lewis pushed in a second finger slowly, the stretch feeling like heaven.
Jenson bucked his hips slightly, trying to move back against Lewis' hand, but it only made his dick rub against the bed- nothing he was complaining about as t gave him more pleasure, he was complaining about Lewis not curling his fingers to search for his prostate.
Lewis saw the signs, saw how eager Jenson was for him to hit just the right spot, he gave in eventually, curling his fingers. It took him a few tries, but he managed to find Jenson's prostate, knowing he had found it by the moan Jenson let out and the slight jerk of his body.
"Please," Jenson whimpered, teeth digging into the sheets where they were bunched up in his hands, knuckles turning whiter than they were already.
"So eager," Lewis chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out, and wiping them clean on Jenson's left cheek before he went to unbuckle his belt.
He didn't push his pants and boxers all the way down, only enough to get his dick out and so his belt would slap against Jenson's body and hurt him.
Lewis gave himself a few firm strokes with lube on his hand before he lined himself up with Jenson's gaping hole.
Jenson reached out behind him with one hand, holding onto one of Lewis', Lewis' other hand guiding himself into Jenson, pulling a soft moan from them both.
Lewis held his hips still as he waited for Jenson to adjust, the hand around his own tight, nails digging into his skin, sure to leave marks behind.
Jenson gave out a soft yelp as Lewis slowly started moving, his back arching slightly, shivering slightly as Lewis' cold, free hand pushed down against his lower back, keeping him pressed against the bed.
"Fuck- Please, Lew. Faster, please," Jenson whimpered, trying so hard not to beg like crazy.
Lewis quickly gave in, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at the soft plea, his hips moving faster and harder, soft grunts and moans leaving his lips, drawing out louder moans and more high-pitched whines from the older.
At every thrust, Jenson was moving against the bed, his dick rubbing against the sheets, giving him that extra pleasure, drawing him quickly close to his orgasm.
Lewis leaned down, taking both Jenson's hands and pinned them above his head, his forehead pressing against Jenson's exposed shoulder, fighting the urge to bite him- to mark him. Mark him as his territory. Maybe then all the grid girls would just leave him alone and not have their dirty hands all over him.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Lewis groaned, his hips snapping slightly faster, their shared sounds and the slapping of skin against skin filling the room.
It was as if the words snapped something inside Jenson because he came the second Lewis stopped speaking, his body shaking as his cum soaked the sheets beneath him, now sticking to his stomach.
Lewis chuckled softly, which was immediately covered by a groan as he neared his orgasm. He couldn't hold back the urge anymore and bit down into Jenson's bare shoulder as he came, drawing a whine from the man beneath him.
He let go of Jenson's hand, feeling his body go limp beneath him, both their breathing heavy as they slowly came down from their highs.
Lewis leaned back, still buried inside Jenson. He wiped his thumb across the bite mark, having maybe, possibly, accidentally bitten through his skin,
"Ups," Lewis chuckled quietly, wiping the slight blood away.
"Yeah, that hurt by the way," Jenson sighed, leaning into Lewis' touch as he leaned down to kiss the spot softly.
"Come on, big boy. Shower," Lewis said as he slowly pulled out of Jenson, a trail of cum leaking out of him.
