Christian Lundgaard/David Malukas, Kyle Kirkwood/Colton Herta/Marcus Ericsson, Scott McLaughlin/Josef Newgarden
5.6k, 3/3 chapters, completed, M
Summary
Now though, after getting so close so many times… A P3 made Christian’s stomach slither with something evil that wanted to devour the joy from whoever was on that top step.
He wanted that feeling again.
It had been so long since Christian had taken the checkered flag… he needed it again.
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The three winners at Phoenix... and the three drivers who realize maybe they're still okay after the dust settles.
Each chapter can be read as a short stand alone for each pairing if there's just one you're interested in :)
Anytime David went home, he would see the photo his mother had taken of that morning, monochrome nostalgia captured in a single, vibrant snapshot of David riding piggyback on Christian with the widest smiles on.
Looking at Christian now, all these years later, so focused and quiet with zero room for distractions, it was jarring. Who had Christian become while they were apart?
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During the 2022 season, for the Month of May, David finds himself with no place to stay at IMS. Luckily, Hinch is more than happy to loan him a room. As long as he doesn't mind a roommate.
Tags: Getting Together, Making out, Idiots in Love Rating: Mature, 1.1k words
Prompt: Trembling Hands
It all combined to make David feel bold, stupid, with a vodka courage killing daylight nerves, and giving him a push to ask Christian to come up to his room
For this writing prompt game
David’s hands framed Christian’s cheeks, his sharp features cutting beautiful shadows in the darkness. Christian was greedy, pulling David in with two big hands on his lower back, desperate and grappling in the same way their lips fought against each other.
“Just once,” David panted, before he sucked Christian’s lip between his teeth, making the other groan. “Just one time.”
Christian gave a weak nod, grabbing David’s hip and maneuvering them both backwards. David never released his grip on Christian even when he almost tripped over his own feet.
They ended up crashing backwards together onto one of the hotel beds, a little too hard, a little too old, but perfect for what they were about to do in this heated rush. David landed on his back, opening himself up to Christian with zero hesitation, the only fumbling break used to paw at his own polo, throwing the team shirt off in a rush into some forgotten corner of the room. He felt a rush at his exposed skin open to Christian's hungry gaze.
Christian swooped back down to kiss David in a flash, claiming his mouth with the fervor of a man on the edge- running out of time. David let him. He fell completely apart below Christian, legs creating a space for his hips to rest as the other grinded against him. They were both hard already, desperate from everything, and the relief to feel each other even through their pants was the best drug.
It was all so fucking good.
It was fast and messy and not how either of them had expected this night to go. But god it was so fucking good.
Everything had started simple enough; at the hotel bar with lights too dim for good choices to be made. David was coasting off his pole, treating himself to a drink he shouldn’t really have the night before a race. Christian appearing under those ethereal lights with a playful smile and mischievous eyes, congrats on his tongue ready to be showered upon David.
Little did David know it would be through their lips dancing together.
Christian had spoken to him, soft and teasing, his head tipping closer as they drank unhurried and a second priority to their talking. Their flirting. As David touched Christian way too much, hands trying to be friendly, but giving away far too much. His usual humor was clouded by the smokey eyes he gave, bright ones returned with seemingly the same quiet desires.
It all combined to make David feel bold, stupid with a vodka courage killing daylight nerves, and giving him a push to ask Christian to come up to his room. The other driver didn’t even seem surprised, settling both their tabs in a muted haze, while David’s hands still wandered.
Only when they were walking to David’s room, anticipation eating them away like a monster rattling away behind an old cage, did something inside of David snap back to reality. Maybe it was the bright fluorescence of the hotel’s hallway throwing the gravity of what they were doing into a sharp focus. David’s annoying internal voice pulling him away from the suave persona he had carved out; hey dumbass what are you doing?? I know Lundgaard is hot and you’ve had a crush on him, like, for forever but you two are supposed to be rivals??
That was when he had started telling his warring ideals, dripping with overwhelming want and adrenaline… Just Once.
David had whispered it against Christian’s lips repeatedly as they came together, but really he was begging himself. Trying to calm the rabbit pulse in his heart and trick his love struck mind that he could do this. One selfish desire of youth exploding out of him as he celebrated his pole.
Would he try to tell himself the same if he won? Try to keep up this lie and make more excuses to make it more than just one time?
David didn't want to think about that, but it was hard to deny his arguing thoughts as Christian hovered above him, devouring at his neck. Would he leave a mark? Evidence of their tryst that David would badly try to hide while he really wanted to show it off to the whole world, the selfish attention whore in him wanting everyone to know he had finally, finally, slept with his teenage crush.
His fingers threaded into Christian’s messy hair, fucking it up more as his legs tightened around Christian’s hips. It was impossible to draw him closer in this state, but David wanted Christian inside of him, in far more ways than one. He felt drunk, even if his drink sat down on the bar only half gone. Was it possible to get drunk off honeysuckle words and eyes like gemstones? David thought it might be.
“Christian,” he sighed out, stretching his neck, asking for more. He wanted to Christian to move, to keep sucking on his skin, to keep rolling his hips, to fuck him, to kiss him more. Was it possible to want everything at once? Because if they were sticking to one night, David wanted it all.
Christian groaned, his hips stopping their uneven, mindless cantor. He was breathing heavily as he tried to gain something in the beat of stillness. “David,” his lips still ghosted against David’s collarbone, before he said something in his native tongue, a forgotten Danish prayer that David wished divine enough to answer.
Finally Christian pulled away to look at David, his eyes losing that brightness- they were completely consumed with lust and need. He looked wild, like that monster behind the rusted cage was wreaking havoc on his very soul. Christian leaned back in his state to stare down at David, freezing above him and just… just-
“Christian?” David tried, his breath still a staccato melody. His fingers came to dance at the hem of the other’s pants, playing with the belt buckle as he gave a silent question with a tilt of his head.
But Christian was… stuck. His cheeks were red, redder than when he had been sunburnt at the start of the season, and David could see the almost panicked way he breathed. One of his hands hovered over the rise and fall of David’s ribs, heat radiating onto him it was so close.
It was shaking though.
Shaking and hesitating with a million unsaid things and the truth those eyes couldn’t show right now.
“Christian…” David breathed again as he resettled his own steadier hands on the other’s waist. “Hey… you okay?”
“I-” Something seemed to focus in him, the nerves still clear and his trembling a visible thing, but he looked at David like he could see him. “Just once…” he said for the first time since David had told him. It sounded like he was tasting something foul on his tongue.
David gave a hesitant nod. “Just once…”
“Right…”
“Yeah…”
They stared at each other for way too long, the mood completely changing- what was this? The anticipation on the air morphing into something calmer, slower… like a secret they had both had in that cage with their monster was let go to run even more rampant on their hearts.
With a quiet clarity, as David stared into familiar gemstone eyes, he realized two things. It wouldn’t be just one time… and his hands were shaking too.
