SWEET (FOR ME)
Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much. Rating: E Relationship: Daniel/Max Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs, Beard Kink
Big thanks to @onboardsorasora for the post that reminded me that this existed in my WIPs folder
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Daniel's in the middle of getting out of his race suit to shower when the door to his driver room opens.
He's angry – angry at the car, angry at his engineers, angry at Zak for telling him, "Better luck next time," as he'd pushed past him on his way to the paddock.
Daniel turns, ready to cuss out whoever's intruded on him, obviously not expecting Max to be there. The words die on his lips before he can even get them out – how is Max here, in the middle of the McLaren motorhome, still in his race suit? How had he made it past everyone without being caught? Daniel's about to ask him when Max sinks to his knees in front of him, pushing his race suit down around his thighs, dragging his fireproofs and underwear with them.
Max pushes his face into Daniel's crotch, and Daniel's mouth drops open. He knows he's gross right now, he's dripping sweat all over the room, and Max is fucking nuzzling his sweat-damp pubes like it's the best thing on the planet. "Max," he whispers, "Max, let me shower, you've got an interview still, we can go back to the hotel after and-"
"No," Max says. "No," he repeats, softer this time, and he licks a messy stripe down Daniel's cock. Daniel drops a hand to Max's head, grabbing the brim of his hat and taking it off, dropping it to the floor. Max noses against him, breathing deep like he wants to commit the smell of Daniel's sweat to his memory, and Daniel pushes his fingers through Max's hair, making it stick up a little.
"Max," he says, "You have an interview to get to."
"They can wait," Max says, mouthing at Daniel's cock a second later, and god, Daniel wishes that wasn't doing it for him. Daniel thinks about Max, showing up to the interview, his lips red and swollen from his cock, if they'll ask where Max was, why he took so long. Max wraps his lips a second later, around the head of Daniel's cock, and Daniel closes his eyes.
"Fuck, Max," he breathes out as Max blows him.
He imagines Max being asked, imagines what would happen if Max smiles slyly, like a cat that got the cream, and imagines Max saying in a rough, fucked-out voice, "Well, I was just on my knees in the McLaren motorhome."
He knows it won't happen, but he does know how fast it would spread.
It would be milliseconds before the stories come out about it, about Max Verstappen, World Champion, giving head to someone who'd almost finished dead last.
But then Max is pulling off his cock, pushing his nose against Daniel's balls, and he breathes, "Come on my face." Daniel stares down at him. "Do it," Max tacks on a second later, and Daniel grabs his cock, immediately jerking off. He thinks about Max, doing his post-race interview with jizz all over his face, and he shouldn't find the idea as hot as he does, but it makes his cock hard, and that's enough for him. Max buries his face between Daniel's thighs, and then- oh.
Daniel's breath hitches. He shouldn't be turned on by this, by Max rubbing his face against his pubes, smelling him and lapping up his fucking sweat like there's nothing better.
Daniel's jizz ends up on Max's hair, his forehead, and a blob lands on his cheek when Max goes to pull back a little.
"Shit," Daniel whispers, grabbing a McLaren-branded towel and hurriedly wiping the jizz off Max's face. He's about to start cleaning it from Max's hair when Max backs away, grabbing his hat from where Daniel had dropped it.
"I'm going to be late," Max says, his voice rasping a little on his words. Daniel watches, dumbstruck, as Max stands and puts his hat on.
"Did you," Daniel starts, and Max smirks at him, unzipping his race suit. He grabs Daniel's hand, shoving it into his underwear, and Daniel suddenly feels sticky, hot jizz under his fingers. "Jesus," he breathes out. He pulls his hand out of Max's underwear, his fingers covered in Max's jizz, and Max zips his race suit back up so he can make his way to his interview.
"See you at the hotel," he says over his shoulder as he leaves, and Daniel has to sit down.
Eventually, he pulls up the live stream from the interview on his phone. If Max's voice sounds hoarse to anyone, if his lips look too red, too full, if they can smell Daniel all over him, no one says anything, and Daniel turns off the live stream, satisfied that they weren't caught.
He needs to shower.
