Summary: Parallelism (noun) : the quality or state of having many qualities in common.
Rating: T
Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Andrea Kimi Antonelli & Max Verstappen
Characters: Max Verstappen, Andrea Kimi Antonelli, Marco Antonelli, Daniel Ricciardo
Summary: He'd had this thought for months.
Rating: E
Characters: Daniel Ricciardo
Other Tags: Sex Toys, Masturbation, Fantasies, Mild Sexuality Crisis
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The second Daniel's back in his own apartment, he knows what he's going to get up to.
He locks the front door, leaves his suitcase beside it – he'll do laundry tomorrow – and he heads to his bedroom, a package clutched between his sweating hands. It feels heavier than his suitcase, but he knows it isn't, it can't be.
He'd had the thought for months, ever since he'd hooked up with that one chick, Stacy or Melanie or… something, and she'd tried to get him to let her use a vibrator on him, looking at him with her big, blue eyes and a pout on her lips as she'd clarified, "Not in the ass or anything, just like… to tease, like… against your dick."
He hadn't let her, but it had stayed at the back of his mind ever since.
Daniel dumps the contents of the package onto his bed.
Lube? Check.
Vibrator? Check.
Plug?
He eyes the plug warily, wondering if he'd made a mistake. It wasn't like he'd never had anything up his own ass before – his last girlfriend had fingered him a few times, and yeah, it had felt good when she'd done it, but he'd never done it intentionally. But when he'd added the vibrator to his cart, he'd figured looking couldn't hurt. After all, plenty of guys like it, hell, he'd gotten off to porn of guys getting pegged by their girlfriends before, not that anyone needed to know that or anything. Buying a plug had seemed like a better middle ground than buying a dildo, anyway. He'd looked, sure, but none of them seemed… right, either too plain and clinical or way too detailed.
So a plug it was, and now here he is, the somewhat proud owner of a black, silicone plug, meant solely for his own ass.
He can do this.
The lube mocks him a little when he sets it on his nightstand, the bottle looking innocent if it wasn't for the name on it.
Daniel has to work up the courage to unbox the vibrator and the plug, and when he does, he stares at the two toys. He reads over the card that had fallen out of the vibrator box, and he sets up the charger, letting it do its thing as he collects the plug, the silicone feeling so incredibly heavy in his hands.
He picks up the slip of paper that had come out of the box for the plug, and he discovers that it's a list of ways to care for it – starting with cleaning it.
He supposes that will give him something to do while the vibrator charges, and he takes the plug into the bathroom, running the sink until the water's hot. He dunks the plug under the water, nearly scalding his hand in the process, and as the plug bobs around in the hot water, Daniel has to laugh at himself. This is absurd, having to do all this just so he can put the plug in his ass.
He hopes this is worth it.
As soon as he's back in his bedroom, Daniel lays down in bed, scrolling on his phone for a while before he opens a private tab in Safari. Pornhub's familiar black and orange website loads, and Daniel clicks through a few different videos, trying to find one that's up his alley. He eventually settles on one that's about as plain as can be, if not for the setting. Maybe the straight, vanilla porn he's picked will offset the decidedly not-straight thing he's about to do.
Daniel grabs the lube, squirting some onto his fingers, and he reaches down, circling his asshole with one tentative finger. Prodding it in, he hopes it feels as good as he remembers it feeling with his last girlfriend. He crooks his finger, trying to find that spot inside himself, the one his girlfriend had found easily, and suddenly he hits it, his cock twitching in response.
Yeah, it's definitely still good.
He adds more lube eventually, his fingers slippery inside him as he grinds down on them, trying to imagine the woman in the video doing this to him. His heart skips a little, his stomach twists, and that definitely does something for him.
He grabs the plug from where he'd dropped it on his bed, slipping his fingers out of his ass and circling the silicone tip of the plug around his lube-slick hole.
Now or never.
The plug is thick, thicker than two of his fingers, and Daniel starts to think he won't be able to get it all the way in when he suddenly feels it. He gasps a little, the flared base of it tucked neatly up against him, and he closes his eyes to try and really feel it.
It sits inside him heavily, his hole fluttering helplessly against the base, trying to take more, and Daniel suddenly gets why gay guys like this so much.
Daniel's brain screeches to a halt.
Shit.
He likes it.
But he's not… right? He can't be. Last he checked, he likes boobs and pussy and giving girls sloppy head and how girls feel on his cock, riding him, blowing him, wrapping their fingers around him and jerking him off until he comes.
He likes all of it.
Guys have just never done it for him.
Daniel resolutely doesn't include that one time he'd gotten a lap dance from a, admittedly, very attractive guy in the back of a club, on a dare. If he'd creamed his pants from it, well, that was just a natural response to someone attractive grinding on his cock. Anyone would get off to that.
Right?
Daniel tries to focus on the guy in the video, on his cock, all hard and flushed, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Does he want to be her, the woman in the video, all stretched out under a man?
Does he want a cock inside him?
He shifts, and so does the plug, pressing into him, and it pulls a wrecked noise from him he didn't know he could make. Daniel wraps a hand around his neglected cock, giving it the attention it wants, and he reaches with his free hand for his phone, pausing the video because he really can't take the woman's moaning in it anymore.
He grabs the vibrator next, clicking it on and lowering it.
Just under the head of his cock. He can handle that, right?
Daniel's whole body tenses at the vibrations, and he has to wrap a hand tight around his cock. His hips jerk up, and god, he needs to come. He strokes himself, keeping the vibrator against the head of his cock, and then a thought swims through his mind.
If this felt good…
He slips the vibrator lower, putting it right at the base of the plug.
His hole spasms, and Daniel breathes out, "Fuck." He immediately moves the vibrator away, giving himself time to catch his breath. His stomach feels full of butterflies, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. He hadn't expected it to feel like that, the buzzing of the vibrator making the plug vibrate inside him softly, and he clicks the button on the vibrator, the vibrations stronger this time.
He presses the vibrator against the plug, and it makes the whole thing buzz happily inside him.
Daniel's eyes close involuntarily at the feeling, unable to stop the wrecked noise that leaves him. It's so much, but he can't seem to move the vibrator away – it feels so good. He clicks the button again and it changes to a pattern, and he has to move it away then, it's almost too much for him to take.
He holds it under the head of his cock instead, his hips twitching and jumping at the feeling, and Daniel bites at his lip. He can feel his orgasm starting, the pattern the vibrator is doing bringing him right to the edge, and Daniel has to pull it away for a moment. Taking a breath, he clicks the button again for a different pattern, and drags the vibrator over his cock, closing his eyes and pretending that someone else is doing this to him.
He can see familiar eyes in his mind, hear a familiar voice, and he imagines that they're standing above him, talking to him. He drops the vibrator down, pushing it into his balls a little, and he realizes with a start that he's not thinking of a woman. He's thinking of a man, of…
Oh.
His fantasy suddenly takes on a mind of its own.
He can picture hands, strong and masculine, on his thighs, wrapping around his cock, stroking him slow and deliberate. Those same hands, teasing him with the vibrator under the head of his cock until he's leaking precum and begging for the main event. He can hear that voice in his head, shushing him as he whimpers from the vibrator, as they keep it pressed against his cock, bringing him right to the edge.
That's it.
Daniel cries out, legs falling open a little, as he realizes that yeah, he does want a cock inside him, fucking him so hard and thoroughly that he can't sit properly for a few days. He grabs the base of the plug, tugging at it, trying to fuck himself with it as best as he can, and a strangled noise leaves him when his hole stretches around the thickest part.
He imagines that familiar, accented voice again, and it's almost too much.
So good, it whispers to him in his head, taking my cock like this.
Daniel pushes the vibrator up against his balls again, panting as he does it.
It happens so fast.
Daniel comes, and he can't look away, watching as his jizz paints his stomach white. He drags the vibrator over his cock, holding it against the head, and it somehow gets even more out of him.
The vibrator falls to the bed as he flops back against his pillows with a grunt, the plug still inside him. He grabs for the vibrator, turning it off, and he drops it unceremoniously on the bed. He covers his face with his hands, trying not to dig too deeply into what he'd just done, what he'd just imagined, but he knows it's all he'll be able to think about for a long, long time.
He eventually gets up, wincing a little at the plug still inside him. Daniel takes it out slowly, the plug heavy in his hand as it slips free, and for a second he feels so incredibly empty.
He knows it'll pass, but as he cleans off the plug and vibrator, he wants nothing more than to put the plug back in.
To feel… Daniel turns off the sink and takes the clean toys into his room, dumping them into his nightstand drawer before grabbing his phone and placing another order.
Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much.
Rating: E
Relationship: Daniel/Max
Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs, Beard Kink, Rimming
Again, a big thanks to @onboardsorasora (this would literally have stayed in the WIPs folder otherwise)
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Max feels gross as he peels himself out of his race suit.
His fireproofs are clinging to him in an uncomfortable way, and he could really use a shower. He tosses his balaclava onto the chair in the corner of the room, the fabric landing in a soft lump that slides off the hard plastic chair and to the floor. He sighs, deep and frustrated, his runaway balaclava the tipping point. Max leans forward to retrieve it, fishing it out from between the chair and the wall.
"Damn, I lucked out."
Max immediately straightens up, turning to see Daniel standing just inside the door, his green hat and white t-shirt practically a beacon in the Red Bull motorhome.
"Daniel? How-"
"GP slipped me a pass." Daniel takes a step across Max's driver room, then another, until he's up in Max's personal space. Max reaches up, pulling Daniel's hat off and tangling his fingers in Daniel's curls for a moment before tracing them down his cheek, over his beard, eventually rubbing a thumb over Daniel's lower lip. "He mentioned something about-"
Max silences Daniel with a heated kiss, but then seems to come to his senses, pulling away and whispering, "We shouldn't, not here."
"Max," Daniel starts, "you've got time."
Max hesitates. Is this how Daniel had felt, that first time in the McLaren motorhome?
"I have-"
"Max."
Max quiets when Daniel gets his hands on him, and for a second he forgets every single thing he's supposed to be doing. Daniel slips searching hands into his race suit, grabbing handfuls of Max's ass and squeezing. It's to the point, and Max instantly melts under Daniel's touch – he can't believe just how much he's missed Daniel these past few months. Daniel tugs Max's sweaty fireproof top off, depositing it ungracefully on the floor before turning his focus towards Max's fireproof bottoms. Max isn't entirely sure how far they're going to get, surely someone will come looking for him. They'll get interrupted, and-
Daniel drags Max's race suit, fireproof bottoms and underwear down his legs, until they're a tangled mess around his ankles.
"Daniel," Max huffs out as he's spun around and bent over the mini fridge in the room. Daniel sinks to his knees, and Max is confused for a moment until he feels Daniel kissing up his thighs, his beard brushing up against Max's skin.
"You have to be quiet," Daniel whispers, and Max swallows thickly.
"Yes."
He can hear people outside the door, heading to other rooms, to the paddock, unaware of what's about to happen behind the door to this room. It shouldn't make things hotter, it shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but when Daniel spreads him open and licks into his hole, Max has to bite down on his lips to keep from crying out. It's been too long since Daniel's done this, and Max thinks for a second he could do it, he could come just from Daniel's tongue in his ass, just from Daniel's beard rubbing his skin raw.
For the briefest second, he's grateful that he doesn't have to drive a car for the next three weeks.
Daniel wraps a hand around Max's cock, jerking him off slowly, dragging a thumb across the tip of Max's cock in a way that has Max panting into the top of the mini fridge. "Daniel, fuck," Max breathes out, and Daniel speeds up his hand until Max is coming, jizz splattering against the glass door of the mini fridge. Daniel leans back, and Max wants to whine – he wants Daniel's mouth back on him, wants him to fuck him with his tongue until he can't take it anymore. But then Daniel's standing, unzipping his shorts, and Max can feel his cock pressing up against him.
They can't – not here, not when they don't have lube or a condom – but then Daniel's hands are back on his ass.
He humps Max, his cock slipping over Max's spit-slick hole, and Max pushes himself up a little. Daniel bites back a groan, losing his resolve a second later. "Fuck, Max," Daniel groans, a little too loud for the space, and Max hopes no one heard him. Daniel comes, making a mess of Max's ass, and Max closes his eyes, savoring the feeling.
Daniel moves a second later, his cock slipping free, and Max is about to push himself up off the mini fridge when Daniel goes to his knees again, dragging his fingers through his jizz.
"Daniel," Max breathes out, "Daniel, please."
Max feels Daniel's thumb pressing against his hole, and his breath hitches.
"Later."
Daniel cleans Max up, tucks his cock back into his shorts, and Max gets dressed. He's almost out the door when Daniel pulls him in for a kiss, and Max melts into it.
Daniel hangs back, letting Max leave first so they're not caught, and he looks around the room, making sure it doesn't look like they were just having sex in it. His gaze lands on the mini fridge, on the jizz that's already dried on the glass door, and his lips quirk up in a smile.
He grabs his hat and heads out, not meeting Christian's gaze as he walks down the hallway, his paddock pass dangling from his middle finger.
Summary: It's almost midnight, and they're standing on the balcony.
Rating: E
Relationships: Carlos/Charles, Daniel/Max (Mentioned)
Characters: Carlos Sainz Jr, Charles Leclerc, Daniel Ricciardo (Mentioned), Max Verstappen (Mentioned)
Other Tags: First Kiss, Getting Together, First Time, Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Carlos, Bottom Charles
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Summary: Maybe if Max says his name three times, he'll appear in the hotel room, like Beetlejuice.
Rating: E
Relationship: Daniel/Max
Other Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Minor Breeding Kink, Getting Together
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I figured since I'm still working on Part 2 of Sweet (For Me), I'd post this one that's been kicking around my WIPs folder for a while now. Because of the content, I've archive locked this one, so if you're unable to access, please let me know and I'll share it with you directly!
Summary: "Family stuff," he said, knowing no one would bother him.
Rating: G
Relationship: Daniel/Max
Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen, Original Female Character(s)
Other Tags: Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Kid Fic
Summary: It's not a yes, but to Daniel, it feels like a promise.
Rating: T
Relationship: Daniel Ricciardo & Max Verstappen
Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen, Original Characters
Other Tags: Slice of Life
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It's bone-chillingly cold in Detroit.
Daniel pulls his coat tighter around himself as he steps up onto the curb, and when he walks through the front door of the restaurant, he's surprised by how small it feels inside.
Whatever. This place had good reviews, who was he to judge?
Daniel is guided to a booth in the back of the restaurant, next to a staircase leading downstairs, by the hostess. She doesn't seem to recognize him, which is good, because he could do without being recognized right now. He's already been paraded around like Ford Racing's next greatest spokesman, he could do without having a camera shoved in his face for a couple hours. "Melanie will be your server," she says, setting down the menus on the table, and Daniel smiles his thanks at her. She's gone barely a second later, and Daniel leans back in the booth's bench seat, relaxing for a moment before he picks up the menu to read it over.
The rodeo burger sounds good.
Daniel checks his phone, then sets it down on the table.
And then he bounces his leg.
Fuck.
It's been almost half a year since Daniel's seen Max in person, and he'd made the mistake of checking up on what people were saying about him last night. Some of the comments were good, some were neutral. There were a handful that didn't mention Daniel at all, but the ones that stuck with him all through the livery launch were the ones where people were arguing. Of course Daniel wanted to break his silence about everything – about the number change, about letting Max have it – but they'd both agreed in the end, over paperwork, a shitty cup of coffee and a half-drunk Red Bull, that they weren't going to.
It made sense.
It would be better this way, even.
Red Bull's representative, there purely for show, had even said that keeping things quiet until they could frame it in a positive light would be good, but Daniel felt like it was just painting him as a doormat for Max to walk over.
Maybe people were right, and maybe he was just that – a doormat.
Daniel runs his bitten-down nails along the grain of the table, quiet as he thinks about what he wants to say to Max. His eyes wander to an old sign, propped up in the window as decoration, the multicolor text reading 'Color TV', and he wonders briefly where it came from.
"Sorry, I got held up by photographers."
Max's voice breaks Daniel out of his thoughts, and he looks up, offering Max a smile. "No worries." Max shrugs out of his coat before he sits down, and he says, "Cold as balls out there." Max drapes his coat over the back of the bench seat, and sits down, immediately glancing over the menu.
"Are you-"
They're suddenly interrupted by a short, skinny blonde girl, who sets down coasters, and she says, "Welcome in, I'm Melanie."
They put in their drink orders, and as Melanie darts off to fulfill those, Daniel looks across the table at Max. It feels awkward, all of a sudden, like he's never met the man sitting across from him. "So," Daniel starts, "how's Lily?"
"Getting bigger every day," Max says, pulling out his phone and opening his photos. "This was her at Christmas," he says, turning his phone to face Daniel, and Daniel smiles. She's definitely inherited Max's smile.
"She looks like you," Daniel says, and Max turns his phone back around. He's not sure what else to say, what else to do, not when Max looks like that at his phone screen, eyes sparkling. Daniel trails his fingers down the menu for a second, and before Max can put his phone away, he asks, "Do you miss me?"
Daniel watches as Max sets his phone face down on the table instead of putting it away, and he swallows.
"Do you miss it?"
It.
Melanie reappears with their drinks, and as they order, Daniel can't help but wonder why Max had said that. He's not left wondering for very long, though, because once Melanie leaves to put in their order, Max asks bluntly, "Do you miss racing?" This time, he's not leaving anything to chance.
Daniel knows what his answer should be, but he knows saying it is only going to hurt them both. So instead, he opts for the lie he's practiced in his head.
"Not anymore." It rolls off his tongue easily, the guilt he used to feel about it only faintly bitter, and he watches as Max sits back. To anyone else, he'd look like he was settling in, listening to a story Daniel's telling him. But Daniel knows better. He knows that Max, as stubborn as an ox, won't give him an inch.
"Come on. You really expect me to believe that?"
"Max," Daniel starts. He looks at his hands, at his drink, and he shakes his head.
Damn him.
"Are you going to take Laurent up on his offer?" Max asks, dropping his question from before. "I think it would be good, being around the team again."
"Maybe," Daniel says, and it's all he can say. He knows Laurent is holding a pass for him for the Australian Grand Prix. He knows all he has to do is pick up his phone, call, and he'll be welcomed back with open arms. All he can think about, though, is the last time he'd done just that, and how those open arms had ended up stabbing him in the back.
They go their separate ways after they're done at the restaurant, and Daniel gets an Uber back to his hotel.
Do you miss it?
Daniel sits down on the end of the hotel room bed, and he closes his eyes. He thinks about the lie, again, and he tries to tell himself he doesn't miss it.
He tries.
He picks at a thread on the hem of his shirt. He checks his phone again, and sees a new message from Max. Daniel opens it, staring at the words on his screen, and he hovers over Max's name for a moment before tapping and then hitting the call button.
Max answers on the third ring.
"Of course I miss racing," Daniel says, and Max is quiet on the other end. "I miss it. I'd give anything to be there again." Daniel shakes his head, and adds, "You know I would."
"Then why-"
"Because I know I can't." Daniel grips his phone tighter. "If things were different, then maybe I-" He stops, and he stares down at the thread he'd been picking at.
It's unraveling.
"I know." Max's voice is uncharacteristically soft, and Daniel wishes it didn't pull at him like it does. "Will you come to Melbourne in March?" Daniel slumps forward, leaning on his thighs.
"Maybe."
It's not a yes, but to Daniel, it feels like a promise.
Summary: Max hates this part.
Rating: T
Characters: Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc
Other Tags: Overstimulation (Non-Sexual), Meltdowns, Sensory Overload
