Testing, testing
maxiel / minors dni
Daniel joins pre season testing with young Max for 2017
Three times. That's how often Daniel realised Max had snuck off to beat one out in their bathroom in the two days they'd been sharing. He thought maybe Max had tried it thinking he was asleep that morning also, but he wasn't 100% sure.
All he knew was that the bathroom was not as soundproof as Max clearly thought it was. Or did he? Maybe Daniel was supposed to hear the little whimpers that came through the door? The husky but broken sounding cough he would do after, before he'd flush the toilet and run the water presumably for show, because his hands were completrly dry when he came out, red cheeked and something balled up in his fist.
Something he thought he discreetly tucked under his pillow.
It was the end of the first week of pre season testing and they were staying in the same room, for bonding, they'd been told. Not that it was necessarily needed, they'd already spent most of the previous year as team mates but this would be their first full year together. The second Daniel arrived two days in Max had followed him around like a lost puppy, so many questions he had trouble keeping up. Had Daniel had a good Christmas and new year? Was he excited for testing? What did he think of the car so far? Could they have breakfast together? Did Daniel like the tshirt he was wearing? If Daniel liked something, Max did too.
The previous night Daniel told him the milk at their tea bar was a new oat kind, the best he'd ever had, just to watch Max try and pretend the same for a full ten seconds before letting it dribble out of his mouth toddler style when he realised it was off. Instead of being angry, his sparkly eyes crinkled and he howled with laughter at being tricked by Daniel.
Daniel wasn't sure if he was in love, but he was definitely in lust. He couldn't tell if Max was looking at him like a brother or a lover but it was intoxicating either way, the obvious little acts of worship he performed every day they spent together; saving him a bite of something Max thought he'd like, commenting on how good he looked or smelled so earnestly. Daniel reminded himself frequently that Max was young, too young to corrupt. Too young probably to be thinking about Daniel the way he was thinking about Max.
In the days leading up to the second set of testing Daniel upped his game of seeing what he could do to make Max run off for alone time; walking around the hotel in just his tiny shorts, doing stretches in the middle of the floor between their beds, watching Max stare for a while before he'd be excusing himself to the bathroom. He found out what Max was hiding by accident, spotted it poking out from under his pillow. When Max went to speak with the team in the afternoon Daniel looked, lifted the pillow slowly just to have a peek, that's what he told himself anyway. Until he pulled out a sock. A fluffy, mostly white tube sock. As he examined it further he noticed the odd stiffness of it, slight yellowing in patches.
Curiosity got the better of him and he sniffed it. It wasn't sweaty but salty, musky, Max. Daniel wasn't bothered, he'd been 19 once too. Instead he squeezed it in his palm and his cock twitched, thinking about all the times Max had run off with it.
They had dinner in the hotel restaurant, the rest of the team around them talking about work as usual, what needed changing and what was working well. Max and Daniel were opposite each other but the table wasn't especially wide so Daniel shoved his foot forward, slow, searching. Finding a foot he thought must be Max's he pushed it with his toes and discreetly searched Max's face for a reaction, head down looking through his lashes. Max looked to the side for a second but carried on eating. Daniel tried again, a nudge to his shin as he sucked up a noodle, but this time he stared and waited for Max to look at him. When he did Daniel poked at his leg again and gave him a wink. Max nearly choked on his breadstick. Daniel laughed.
Someone asked if Max was ok, was it too hot for him, food too spicy maybe? He shook his head and said he was fine just not so hungry and excused himself from the meal. Daniel asked if he wanted company but Max said no and the rest of the guys made Daniel stay for the one bite of desert he'd be allowed.
When he got back to their room Max looked relaxed but was concentrating on his game. Another typical thing for Max, being stuck to his playstation every moment he could be.
"I can turn it off?" Max asked. He'd claimed the bed furthest from the side table where he had his system set up, before Daniel had arrived, which meant when he wanted to play he had to sit on the end of Daniel's bed. They could've just swapped but Daniel didn't mind having him there. As he settled on the bed just in his shorts he stretched out his feet to rest at the bottom of Max's spine and he leant into it.
Daniel flexed his toes and crept his feet along the curve of Max's back . "Nah, play as long you like."
"It's like a back rub," Max said after a few minutes.
"That's nothing like a back rub, Max," Daniel scoffed, quickly jumping up to kneel behind Max and place his hands firmly on his shoulders, thumbs rubbing deep circles over his shoulder blades. Max didn't say anything, just hummed, relaxing into the touch. Smiling to himself, Daniel continued, pressing his knuckles either side of Max's spine slowly as he moved along it, kneading and pushing as Max tilted his head to one side.
Daniel noticed the game had ended, Max's character waiting in some lobby for him to press a button, awful music playing in the background on repeat. As he got the hem of Max's tshirt he toyed with it a minute wondering if he should take a gamble. "You stopped?" Max's voice thick, scratchy like sandpaper.
"Yeah, sorry," Daniel lifted the hem just a couple of inches, enough to push it up with his palms, fingers splayed across the meat of Max's hips, digging in as he continued rubbing over every part of his back, up under the tshirt. "Is it good?" Daniel tried to map out every inch of him as his hands moved, commit it to memory.
"Yes, thank you, Daniel," Max squirmed a little, adjusted himself, "your hands are…warm."
Daniel said, "you like that," flat, a statement rather than a question, "you can do me next time," and at that, Max coughed, cleared his throat.
"We should get some sleep," he stood quickly, tidying his things away and climbing into bed as Daniel sat back on his heels watching. He waited as Max pulled the covers over himself and turned to the wall. "Goodnight, Daniel."
"Max… you're still dressed."
"Mhmm," was the only response he got as he turned out the light and lay there, wondering if he'd done the wrong thing.
At some point he woke up, dreamt that Max had been calling him. The room was mostly dark still, a small amount of light sneaking in through a crack in the curtain, just enough to see it looked as though Max was moving, just slightly, shifting, sheets rustling. Then he heard it for real, so quiet, subconscious maybe, the faintest, strained 'Daniel' he'd ever heard. And it sounded heavenly from Max's lips.
"You ok?" Daniel asked, soft so as not to startle Max.
"Uh, the cover was bothering me," Max said quickly, still turned to the wall.
"Do you need some help?"
"Fuck," Max moaned, quiet and through clenched teeth by the sound of it. Then "no, I. I'm good." Daniel would swear he heard panting over the whir of the air con, Max stilling, the rustle of the covers stopping. Daniel had his usual morning wood already and hearing Max didn't help. He gave it a stroke as he fell back to sleep dreaming of Max saying his name.
The next time he woke up he noticed the sock, it was on the floor between their beds, just close enough to touch if he really stretched. Picking it up he noticed it was still a little damp, the musky sent stronger than before. Thinking about Max getting himself off he lay the sock over his mouth and nose, breathing in the scent after he spit in his hand and spread it around his cock. He wanted it to be Max's hand on him, fist tight but slick, sliding up and down, thumbing over the leaking head. Max's tongue, lapping at the slit, mouth closing around the head of his cock and swallowing him down.
His thoughts were soon broken by Max's voice, strained and beautiful as it is first thing in the morning, "we can share, Daniel. The sock." And if Daniel wasn't right on the verge of coming he might have tried to hide it, been embarassed, chucked the sock away. Run away, even. But Max continued, "if you let me watch." Daniel didn't overthink it. At that point Max could've asked to fuck him and he'd have gotten up on his hands and knees and begged for it if it would've meant he was still going to come, and Max was going to touch him while he did.
He pulled off the cover with one hand and Max crept over, pulled the sock from between Daniel's teeth and laid it on his stomach and watched with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as Daniel bucked his hips over and over into his fist. He tried to suppress a groan as he came, hot pearly ribbons streaking across the sock and his stomach. He let out a heavy breath as he looked over the mess of himself. As he caught Max's gaze he started laughing and Max did too, grabbing the sock and using it to wipe up the excess. Daniel held his wrist, moved with Max's hand over his skin and wondered if his own cheeks were the same shade of crimson. "It's the community sock now."
"Community? Jesus, Max, how many people are using it?"
"No just me, and you now, if you want?" Max tucked it back under his pillow. "Communal? Shared?"
"Let's just call it the sock, but only if I get to watch you next time."
