#driver!max

[onboardsorasora]

Thought of this last night, a sort of semi violent meet cute lool

Something something Max follows Logan, Oscar and Lando to a hockey game the week after the race. He had been planning to stay in Miami but Lando had begged using first time winner best friend privileges or something.

It was the playoffs, whatever that meant, so it was supposed to be exciting. That's what Logan said.

The game was exciting, even if Max couldn't follow it all. They sat behind the players benches and he was surprised at how often players were coming and going from the area.

He'd heard that hockey was fairly violent and crazy, but seeing it and hearing the crowd go into a frenzy for it was something else. Every time a player was rammed into the glass there was a whoop from somewhere in the crowd and when a fight broke out, it was like feeding the feral masses.

The home team, Logan's team, were winning. They were already up 3-1 to their opponents and so the air in the arena was charged. Max thought he finally got used to the blaring of the horns by the third period.

It was all action packed and chaotic, and of course Max didn't know who any of these players were. but there was one guy that caught his eye, Max had seen him going in and out of the penalty box, on and off the bench. Each time a ref pulled him off of another player, he had a wide grin on his face and was clearly reveling in the violence. The big C on his chest showed him to be the captain and he was like a king at court.

“Who is that?” Lando leaned over Max to ask Logan. Max was happy he didn't have to ask because he was too busy tracking this guy’s movements.

“Oh that's Daniel Ricciardo…” Max’s brain tuned out the remainder of Logan's response about goals and assists and other stats. Daniel was smiling again, playing with his mouth guard and showing a mouth full of teeth. Max felt a flush when their eyes met as Daniel clambered back into the bench. Daniel winked at him before sitting with his team and speaking to his coach.

The home team won and the arena went wild, throwing things onto the ice. An official collected the drivers and brought them back to the locker rooms to meet the team. Oscar and Lando were chuffed, and Logan was immediately pulled into a conversation with one of the half dressed men. Max glanced around surreptitiously looking for the one player he cared about. Daniel wasn't there.

Disappointed, Max posed for pictures and signed a few sticks and jerseys before they were led out of the room.

There was an interview wrapping up further down the hall and a honking laugh rang out when the cameras cut. Max watched as Daniel ran a hand through sweaty tangled curls, his face and smile were even better without the helmet to cover it. His jersey was also gone, and Max thought he looked smaller in just a loose tank and his lower pads. Max wanted to bite his corded shoulders.

Daniel walked over to them, with the waddle of someone wearing skates on carpet, and shook their hands.

“Fuckin killer game out there man.” Logan praised and Daniel grinned, bashfully pressing his hand behind his head. Max could only stare at the indecent bulge of his bicep. He wanted to lick Daniel's tattoos.

They chatted for a little bit longer before a handler came to collect Daniel. He took a few pictures with them and walked away, brushing his shoulders against Max’s jacket clad one along the way. When Max looked over at him, Daniel winked at him again with a smirk. Max felt his face flush in response.

[onboardsorasora]

Been rewatching Break Point and couldn't help but think about tennis player Daniel meeting F1 Champ Max.

Idk if this this any good but...

Tennis AU?

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Max sees Daniel at the Monaco GP, he doesn't know who he is but he notices the attention he's getting walking around. Almost to the same degree as a driver.

He asks around and is told that Dan's a popular tennis player. He's in town because he just won the Monte Carlo Masters and is having a training camp for the French Open. He's been having a stonking season, winning his home tournament, the Australian Open and was the favourite to win the French.

He can hear his laugh down the paddock, he's talking to Mark at McLaren now, but before he was walking around Aston Martin with Lance's sister and her new husband.

He's hot and Max finds himself staring in-between sessions. He's wearing some flashy party shirt and ripped jean shorts. The peekaboo flash of tattoos on his thighs make Max wonder if the texture of his skin would feel different on his lips than the texture of his bare thigh. Would the colour pop more when smeared with come?

He turns away and steps into the safety of his garage with his crew. He sipped from his bottle and actively stopped himself from playing with the straw with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eyes, Daniel's walking by, stopping to talk to Christian.

Christian is waving him over now, of course he wants to show off his champion to this hot, sexy-

"Daniel, this is Max." Christian is a proud papa, clapping Max's broad back with a big smile.

Daniel's smile is bigger, brighter. He's hotter up close and Max hopes his blush is explained away by the sun.

"Hey Max. Crazy good driving out there." Daniel greets and Max enjoys the way his lips form the syllables of his name.

He smiles in return, wider than his media smile, warmer than the grin he gives when Christian has him meet other celebs.

"Of course." He replies, his voice scratchy. "Congrats on your season."

"Thank ya thank ya." His grin was impossibly wider, as if he were blushing. Max couldn't tear his eyes away even as someone grabbed Daniel's attention and Christian waved him off.

"Fuckin' full send out there, yeah?"

"Full send." Max parroted, and Daniel was off. Max saw Christian looked at him consideringly and sucked on his forgotten straw instead of meeting his eyes.

"I'll talk to Vicky about tickets." Is all he offered before walking away, clapping Max on his back. Max followed him back into the garage, mentally going over all he knows about tennis.

[onboardsorasora]

Some more tennis au. This is helping me procrastinate editing the Adore You sequel 😅😅 sorry not sorry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Part 3

Daniel walked off the pier onto the coarse sand, his shoes hanging off his fingers in a loose hold. Glasses shading happy, wide brown eyes, his grin ever present. He was enjoying this weekend to the fullest because tomorrow it was back to training camp, pain and reality.

The weekend has truly been epic; the race was wildly action packed (after Blake told him it would be boring pfff), he did the post race party at the Amber Lounge last night, spent the morning and early afternoon drinking on a boat in the middle of the Mediterranean and now he was about to join a party of happy, plastered Red Bull people at a beach club.

His shirt was open, tanned chest and abs on display and his trunks were short but hopefully not too indecent. He felt too good to really care. His entrance to the club was heralded by cheers and before long he was in the midst of the chaos.

Max took the stairs two by two, he’d been holed up on the rooftop with Christian and some of the management team. It was a great time but he wanted to spend some time, drink and let loose with his pit crew. They really were the stars of the weekend, he wouldn’t have won without them.

There were some drunken cheers at his appearance, he gave few high fives and patted some backs. But mainly everyone’s attention seemed to be at a far corner of the balcony. Using the bar counter to hoist himself up to see through the crowd, he saw a rowdy game of table tennis. He couldn’t tell exactly who was playing but the crowd were going crazy for them.

There was an excited cheer and then,

“I told you! High performance athlete! Kikiki ra!’

Max’s mouth went dry as Daniel emerged from the crowd, he stood on a chair and beat his bare chest with a fist before throwing back a double shot of something. The crowd egged him on.

Max could only stare at his broad shoulders…arms. He was fit as fuck and the chest hair was doing it for him. His happy trail framed by the V of his lower abs in his low slung (tight) shorts.

Daniel jumped off the chair and made his way through the crowd of people clapping him on the shoulder to lean heavily against the car, smiling widely at the bartender. He turned happy warm brown eyes onto Max and he could see when he recognized him

“Max! Hi, congrats man!” Daniel gushed, a blush forming high on his tanned cheeks. Max felt his lips pulling in an answering smile that he couldn’t control if he wanted to.

“Thank you” Max scratched the tip of his ear.

They continued to eye fuck stare at each other before Max rested his hand on top of Daniel’s that rested on the counter top.

“Do you wanna-”

“I was thinkin-.”

They grinned at each other.