Not sure if I like it, but this not about me😅 so here we are Tennis AU;
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5
Part 4!
Daniel collapsed onto his back, star fishing on the court in the shade. His white shorts rode up to show off his pulsing sweaty thighs. His leg hairs were pressed down and slick. His tattoos glistened.
He'd been running drills for too long, if you asked Micheal (don't), he'd say it wasn't long enough. They'd been at it all day, running through their program steadily.
His phone went off in his duffle.
"Is that the power rangers theme?" Micheal paused and raised a brow.
"Kim Possible actually, rude." Daniel pointed his racquet limply in Michael's general direction.
"They're the same tone." Blake called out, chin tucked to his chest, typing away on his phone in the shade. "Doesn't explain why you've gone back to it though."
"It's Max's tone." Daniel was grinning, all teeth. "When my phone's like off silent anyway."
"We allow you on one extracurricular and you come back with a boyfriend." Michael teased throwing a tennis ball at him.
"hey!" Daniel cried out and shifted his hips, turning onto his side to avoid it. Micheal threw another and Daniel lifted the racquet to lob it away with a cheer.
The phone went off again and Daniel scrambled up to get it but was blocked by a new barrage from Michael. He ran off laughingly in the opposite direction to 'safety'.
"Nope." Micheal popped the p with his lips, a cheeky grin present. "We're not done yet, you can check your sexts after."
Daniel whined, pouting his lips and batting his eyes at his trainer.
"Save the pretty eyes for Max, now on mark let's go asshole."
"you can send him a pic of your legs after." Blake looked up quickly with a smirk before going back to his phone.
Daniel grumbled but prepared himself for work anyway. The quicker he got through this, the quicker he could see what Max sent him.
They'd been texting since the night of the beach party. They had spent the rest of the afternoon together, chatting away at a table mostly in their own world.
Max had introduced him to a few people on his team and a couple other drivers who had passed through. It was a great time getting to know Max the man outside of the paddock and around people he felt comfortable with. He was very funny, he made Daniel laugh breathlessly the whole afternoon. They bantered relentlessly, creating and extending jokes about everything.
That was two days ago, Max had escorted him back to the flat he and his team were renting and they exchanged numbers. Daniel kissed him at the door and ducked into the apartment quickly to hide his blush. Not the suavest move, but Max made his brain stop working.
Since then, they've been texting when Daniel wasn't getting his ass kicked by his best friend slash trainer. Max appreciated his training camp and he tried to avoid texting during the day knowing Daniel was busy and needed to focus.
They had dinner plans tonight, so realistically the texts could have been confirming their date or rain checking.
That thought stopped him suddenly and he missed an easy volley.
"Focus DR!" Micheal called, calmly sending over another ball. Daniel shook his head physically to dislodge the thought. He'd think of it all after.
They went on until he was gasping for breath, only stopping after Daniel declared a strike, demanded a union and then plopped himself bodily beside Blake who grimaced. He barely dodged the impending wet hug.
Daniel grasped for his phone, swiping away all the calendar notifications and social media messages to find the one he wanted. He was single minded, completely ignoring the freeze pop electrolyte drink that Michael chucked at him. It bounced off of his sweaty face.
He opened the text thread from Max;
Max V 🥵
Are we still on for 8?
Oops, sorry. Tell Michael not to be mean.
"Max says not to be mean to me Mikey, he's a world champ, you should listen to him." Daniel called out, grinning in delight. Micheal snorted a laugh. Daniel texted back
8 is still good for me. Mike's being evil as always. I swear he gets off on suffering😢
Daniel tore open the freeze pop with his teeth and sucked greedily at the cold drink. His phone went off again in his hands.
Max V 🥵
Poor thing. I'll have to take care of you then, I'll pick you up at 7:30.
Daniel tried to ignore the flutter in his chest at the thought of Max taking care of him.
Gonna show me a good time? 👀
Max V 🥵
Do you want to sleep over?
Daniel barely managed to keep from choking, the empty freeze pop plastic feel out of his mouth. He looked around swiftly and shifted in his seat, suddenly full of energy. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest now, a thrumming in his veins that wasn't there before.
He tilted his phone away from Blake's potential gaze, completely regretting sitting so close now. He bit his lip, unable to pinch his grin.
I'd love to.
