See? Quiet || Milew
Summary: "Come visit me in Switzerland. You can be as loud as you want, no?" Michael suggested, helping Lewis get dressed again, knowing he was too sore to do it himself.
"You're… Inviting me to your house?" Lewis mumbled surprised.
Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top michael, bottom lewis, mclaren lewis, mercedes michael, masturbation, handjob, age gap (16 yrs.), praise kink
A/N: Someone from AO3 said they wanted to read lh x msc while reading Stuck here like me, and I'm so glad I'm not the only one
Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter Two
"Why do you spend all your time here?" Nico asked confused as Lewis yet again sat beside him in the garage when he wasn't doing anything or needed anywhere.
"No reason," Lewis mumbled with a soft shrug, swinging his legs softly as he couldn't reach the floor from where he sat on the counter.
"No, really. Whenever you're not needed anywhere, you're here," Nico said confused, crossing his arms over his chest as he took a few steps closer to him.
"There's no reason," Lewis mumbled again, his head immediately shooting up when Michael entered the garage, his eyes locked onto him.
Nico waved a hand in front of Lewis' face when he didn't answer as he talked to him "Hm? Sorry. What?"
"What are you looking at?" Nico asked confused, eyebrows knitted together.
"Nothing. What were you saying?" Lewis tried turning Nico back when he turned around to look, but it was too late.
"You were looking at Michael," Nico stated, surprised as he turned back around to look at Lewis ", Why?" He was now confused again.
"I wasn't," Lewis argued, but was only met with a raised eyebrow from Nico "Okay, yes, I was looking at Michael, no big deal," He mumbled out the last part.
"Not looking, staring," Nico corrected ", You still didn't answer why," He pressed.
"No reason," He mumbled, looking down into the ground by his feet.
"You like him?" Nico asked a little too loud, seeing that they all looked over at them. Nico was too surprised to even think about apologising, so Lewis did in a soft mumble, getting slightly flustered as Michael looked a little longer over at them before he turned to the person he was talking to.
"I do not," Lewis said in a slightly flustered voice, an image of Michael's eyes burnt into his mind.
"Yes you do," Nico chuckled, something like amusement in his voice "I'm not judging you, Lew. Don't know if he likes them younger though"
"Alright, I think I hear Jenson calling me," Lewis sighed, getting off of the counter.
"No, Lew. I'm sorry," Nico chuckled, but Lewis was already halfway out the garage, not leaving without giving one last look towards Michael who looked at him with a slight smirk.
He'd kill Nico if he had heard them talking.
"You okay, mate?" Jenson asked softly as Lewis sat down beside him in the hospitality.
"Nico knows," Lewis mumbled, "And he teased me about it," He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.
"About Michael?" Jenson chuckled, sipping on the coffee he had "What'd he say?"
"'Don't know if he likes them younger though.' Fucking arse," He said annoyed.
"What about that was teasing? Doesn't really seem like it," Jenson asked confused.
"It was the way he said it," Lewis said like it was the most obvious thing.
"Alright, sorry," He mumbled ", You've thought about telling him?"
"Tell Michael Scumcher that I like him, not to add that he's 16 years older than me," Lewis said like Jenson was stupid "And I don't even know if he swings that way"
"You wouldn't know if you don't tell him," Jenson said, "He does like guys though"
"He does?" Lewis asked, surprised.
"That surprises you?" Jenson chuckled, "Look at him, he could get anyone he wants, and he uses that effect"
"You're teasing me too now?" Lewis scoffed.
"No, I'm just saying," He laughed softly.
"Yeah, right. Whatever," He mumbled "You know for sure though?"
"Why'd you think he and Mika were so good friends?" Jenson asked with raised eyebrow.
"Mika? As in Mika Häkkinen?" "Who else, you twat?"
—
The images of Michael in Lewis' head were even worse after he had talked with Jenson. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image of Michael naked out of his mind.
He went to shower, hoping the cold water would calm his raging boner down, but the shower only made him think of sex in the shower with Michael.
Lewis knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong the moment he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly starting to stroke himself. Maybe it wouldn't have been as wrong as it was if he didn't think about Michael the whole time.
He was a rather quiet guy, he knew that, but damn, the arousal he got from the images he got and his thumb going over his slit made him loud.
He had to bite down into his hand when he heard the hotel door open, knowing it was Nico, seeing he was the only other with a key.
Lewis' hand went faster, desperate to finish faster to get rid of the burning feeling of guilt in his stomach.
He came with a groan into his hand, body shaking slightly, knees bucking as well.
—
"You've come to make fun of me again?" Lewis asked as he walked into the room, seeing Nico lying on the bed on his back.
"Partly," He hummed, groaning slightly as he tried sitting up.
"And the other part?" He sighed, sitting down on the bed as well beside Nico who had his legs crossed.
"He asked about you after you left," Nico smirked slightly, making Lewis groan and roll his eyes ", He asked if you were single, amongst other things"
"Amongst other things? Like what?" Lewis asked intrigued, leaning slightly forward on his knees.
"Nothing," Nico mumbled, but there was a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Nico," Lewis whined, slapping Nico's arm softly ", You can't just say that and not tell me"
"He asked if you were gay, and when I said yes, he asked what your type was," He chuckled.
"You didn't tell him, right?" Lewis asked, worried that he had told Michael about what he thought of him.
"I only described your type and made it very obvious you were into him," Nico laughed when Lewis laid on his back on the bed, hands covering his face ", It wasn't a bad reaction he had by the way"
"How'd he react?" Lewis mumbled behind his hands.
"Kind of happy, actually, and I swear I saw a soft blush on him" He smiled softly.
"You're teasing me," Lewis whined, turning onto his side so his back was facing Nico.
"Of course I am. It's fun," Nico chuckled.
—
Lewis didn't stop coming around the Mercedes garage or hospitality, even when he knew Michael knew. He knew because he started talking to him more, started touching him more, like when he had to pass behind him, he touched his waist, or when he had to reach for something in front of him, he'll touch his waist to push him softly to the side to make space for himself.
"Alright, I gotta go," Nico hummed, walking away from where Lewis stood before he could say anything, coincidentally at the same time that Michael was walking over to him.
"You got a minute?" Michael asked in a soft whisper, his hands softly onto his waist from behind, squeezing him softly.
"Um, yeah, sure," He barely got his words out, his voice too small.
Michael didn't say anything, he just took his hand into Lewis', guiding him down the corridor and into his driver's room, pressing him softly up against the now closed and locked door.
Michael went in for the kiss slowly, making sure Lewis could back out if he wanted to, but he didn't, he met him halfway, kissing him softly.
Lewis moaned softly as Michael pressed him further into the wall, kissing him more passionately, hands on his waist.
Lewis' arms were around Michael's shoulder, pulling him closer if that was even possible at this point.
"How much time you got?" Michael panted softly between kisses.
"As long as it takes and then some," Lewis responded, moaning softly as Michael kissed down his neck.
"I can work with that," He chuckled, pulling Lewis away from the wall, pulling his shirt off of his torso, throwing it to the floor.
"You got lube with you?" Lewis panted slightly, confused as to why Michael would bring lube with him to the paddock.
"Ever since Nico made it very obvious you were into me, I've hoped it would end like this," He chuckled, guiding Lewis back towards the small couch, laying him onto it softly.
"How obvious did he make it?" Lewis asked, his breathing hitching as Michael slowly pulled his pants and boxers down.
"He told me directly without me asking," Michael smirked slightly, reaching for a travel-sized lube bottle in the pocket of his jacket hanging on a nearby chair.
"What? He said you asked him and that he didn't tell you directly," Lewis' anger was quickly shut down as Michael pressed his lubed up fingers against his hole softly.
"I know. He told me," He chuckled softly, circling his fingers around his rim, trying to relax him.
"Fucking arse," Lewis whined softly as Michael slowly pushed a finger into him.
"Agree not to talk about Nico while I have my finger in your ass?" Michael chuckled, slowly moving his finger.
Lewis nodded softly as best as he could, one hand on the back of the couch, the other on the edge of the couch, whimpers and whines leaving his lips as Michael moved faster.
"Michael- please," Lewis choked out between his soft sounds.
Michael chuckled softly, pulling his finger almost all the way out before slowly pushing a second finger into him.
Lewis felt Michael's free hand cover his mouth, "You sound good, Schatz, but I need you to be quiet," He said, slowly moving both his fingers.
Lewis couldn't move his head to nod, so he settled with a soft moan against Michael's palm, his hips ground against his fingers.
"You gonna be quiet for me?" Michael asked, about to move his hand from Lewis' mouth, but Lewis moaned loudly when Michael curled his fingers up to hit his prostate.
Lewis took one of his hands and wrapped it around Michael's over his mouth, pushing it slightly to the side, "I promise I'll be quiet," He whined softly.
Michael curled his fingers again, testing if Lewis actually could keep quiet. Sure enough he did, only a whine coming out of him "See? Quiet"
"Good boy," Lewis whimpered from the praise, getting more affected by it than he thought he would.
Michael pulled out his fingers slowly once Lewis was stretched out enough, wiping them clean on Lewis' bare thigh before he stood up from the couch, pulling off his shirt and getting rid of his pants and boxers.
He got back onto the couch, spreading Lewis' thighs against after he had closed them subconsciously. He took the lube bottle, stroking himself a few times to smear the lube all over himself.
"You okay?" Michael asked softly, taking a pillow that had fallen to the floor under all the motions and put it under Lewis' hips.
"Mhm. Perfect," He panted, nodding softly.
"Good," He hummed, scooting himself further in between Lewis' thighs, wrapping a hand around himself again, slowly guiding himself into Lewis, causing them both to let out a quiet and soft moan.
"Fuck," Michael cursed low once he had pushed all the way into Lewis, the Brit's hands on his biceps, nails digging into his skin softly.
"Move, please," Lewis whimpered, wrapping his legs around Michael's hips, pulling him closer, arms now wrapped around his shoulders.
"Patience," Michael panted softly, his hips twitching slightly.
"I'm ready-" "Shut up and let yourself adjust," Michael said, cutting him off mid-sentence, both his arms on either side of Lewis' body as he leaned down to kiss him softly.
Lewis quickly became a whining mess as Michael didn't move. He loved Lewis' desperate sounds so much.
Michael slowly started moving, slow and soft at first before going faster, but made sure not to make any loud sounds.
Lewis had one hand in Michael's hair, tugging at it softly, the other clawing in his back as he bit down into his shoulder to keep himself quiet.
"Fuck, you don't know how hot that is," Michael groaned softly.
Michael tilted his hips up slightly, making him thrust up into Lewis' prostate every time, never missing even once. He swallowed Lewis' moans by kissing him deeply.
"Thought we agreed on you being quiet," Michael groaned softly, his face in the crook of Lewis' neck as the Brit went back to biting Michael's shoulder, just in a slightly different spot.
Lewis whined, his body shaking slightly as he was close to his orgasm, pre-cum spilling onto his stomach as his walls clenched down around Michael, making his hips twitch slightly.
Lewis came without warning and untouched, biting so hard into Michael's shoulder he was sure he drew blood with him.
Michael groaned, both from the feeling of Lewis' cum now also sticking to his stomach, the feeling of his walls clenching down around him, and the painful bite into his shoulder.
"Verdammt, du fühlst dich so gut," Damn, you feel so good. Michael moaned softly, his thrusts getting sloppy and uncoordinated.
Michael let out a moan of Lewis' name as he came, pressing his hips tight against Lewis' ass, coming deep inside him.
He didn't care about the cum between them as he laid softly ontop of Lewis, making sure not to crush him.
"I'm sorry," Lewis panted, licking the bite marks on Michael's shoulder, soothing pain.
"Don't. Felt good," He hummed, kissing Lewis' own shoulder softly.
Michael slowly pulled out Lewis, walking to the small bathroom to get a cloth to clean them both, making sure to be gentle with Lewis.
"Come visit me in Switzerland. You can be as loud as you want, no?" Michael suggested, helping Lewis get dressed again, knowing he was too sore to do it himself.
"You're… Inviting me to your house?" Lewis mumbled surprised.
"Yes," He smiled softly, "Should be glad the race is first tomorrow. You won't be able to race like this," Michael chuckled.
"I'll come when I have time," Lewis hummed, nodding softly as Michael helped him to sit up.
