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Esteban Ocon was back in F1. The season on the sidelines hurt, it bruised every part of his soul and mind, experiencing that kind of want and need almost broke him. But here he was, a new team, a new car, a new teammate, his number on the garage's walls decorating the space he shares with others. This time he will not back down to anything to stay here, he'll be more ruthless and cunning, show no mercy and ask for no forgiveness. And then Esteban met Daniel.

Looking at Daniel was dangerous.

Esteban did not have to think hard to come to this conclusion, his teammate was sculpted by the Gods themselves and used his beauty for both good and evil. The sun kissed skin perfectly showed off his muscles, toned body framed perfectly to show off the hours spent maintaining it, warm brown eyes with that charming smile and curls which make him even less human.

He had to remind himself daily that they were in fact working together, and that looking at Daniel was just a bonus and not an actual duty. Daniel’s flirting did not help the situation, in fact it contributed to something much worse – Esteban’s crush on him and the growing obsession with Daniel’s tattoos.

In all honesty Esteban though he had the situation under control. He was wrong.

They’ve talked about the tattoos before, Daniel not one to shy away from attention to the art pieces on his body. During one of their usual videos Esteban had been too focused on the question not to notice his teammate showing off the ‘Free’ tattoo that he has to the camera.

“For me it’s more like the feeling of freedom, you know?” he said looking in front of his at the person asking the question.

Daniel’s pushed up his sleeve to show of the tattoo, the dark ink on his arm with swirly lines writing the word ‘Free’.

Esteban continued, “You go fast, you are free, you are one with your machine..” turning back to Daniel to see his teammate holding his arm out to him.

A warm feeling comes over his chest when ever Daniel does something like this, insignificant but so telling in the way he’s proud of his body’s beauty, “Ooooh!” he responds, but he does not have the time to actually look at the tattoo as Daniel’s eyes behind his arm are staring him down again.

“Fire!” the word came out of him in lighting speed, it was more panic than anything else. Of course he knew Daniel’s tattoos by heart, the hours he spend staring were worth it, but he was still apprehensive that the Aussie would find out just how much Esteban loves them and freak out.

Smiling he waits for Daniel to look at him again, “It says fire or free?”, playing it off as an innocent mistake. Daniel’s smile does not shake, but his eyes are calculating with words he’d heard. He licks his lips before biting at them making Esteban’s confidence disappear in a second.

“Free!” he blurs out, leaning over the table in laughter. The look Daniel sends him is teasing, it makes Esteban panic for a second when those devil piercing eyes scan his body once more.

They all continue laughing until the end of the session, Daniel however does not stop the gentle teasing which makes Esteban giddy inside.

They’re alone the next time the conversation continues, in some hotel room resting for a bit as the sun sets behind them paining the room in oranges and yellows.

He’s laying across some chairs while waiting for the next meeting when Daniel brings it up again. He giggles to himself like he often does when he remembers something funny so Esteban cannot help it but ask why.

“What now?” he asks glancing next to him, Daniel slouched down smiling at his phone.

He lifts his head up to look back, “Huh?” he mumbles with a surprised expression.

“Why are you laughing about?” Esteban says, pleased he caught him off guard like this. It was rare for him to have Daniel look at him like this.

“Oh that!” Daniel sits up a little at the question, shaking his shoulders like he’s getting ready to perform. He looks Esteban dead in the eyes before saying “Fire!” in the best French accent he can do, mimicking Esteban’s pattern of speech.

Esteban can only roll his eyes, there is no use it trying to fight him on this, “Come on, I didn’t read it!” he responds. The little game they play is starting again, saying small little things to one another, making comments here and there just to see who stumbles on their words first, who gets red in the cheeks first.

He did not miss a second before leaning his head while plucking his lips in a sad frown, “You always make fun of my accent…” starring Daniel head on.

The words stumped Daniel, his smile fell just enough for Esteban to count that as a win, nothing beats catching him off guard like that. Having the confidence slip away just a little, having Daniel think he’d won only to pass him in the last second, that was fun. His victory however was short liver.

Daniel blinked away the mist from his eyes, realising there was a smirk that was hiding behind Esteban’s eyes, this was just another part of their game. He flicked his tongue against his teeth, taking a moment to chuckle at at the little act before him.

“Well… ” Daniel said, dragging on the word, “It’s easier to make fun of it, that you know… tell you constantly how sexy it is, isn’t it?”

Esteban could not believe what he had just heard, his mouth fell open, all function in his brain stopped working, “Ahh- ugh,” he swallowed hard as his throat tightened. Shit, he had to respond to the fucking joke, but Daniel calling him anything close to attractive, let alone sexy, was making his brain turn into mush. The moment he tried to open his mouth again to say something, anything in return Daniel send him a wink, sealing his victory because Esteban was now blushing like he always does when people give him compliments.

Daniel burst out laughing, falling back into the chair as Esteban tries to cover his very warm face,

“Fuck-k off!” he half-yelled, but it was not enough to hide from his teammate’s stare.

Daniel is smiling, but his eyes hold a satisfaction of making him stutter like this. His voice is cheerful, ringing, normal but the way he is looking back at him is different, he only does this when they’re alone.

“I’m serious, if I could get away with it,” he stops and just for a second lets his eyes drag over Esteban’s face, “I would show you how sexy you- um your accent really is.”

Esteban feels like he’d just walked into a trap, his heart is beating loudly in his ears as he feels the effects of the words, like someone had dropped some weights on him.

“Daniel,” he knows he sounds like he is practically whinnying, but they’re still in some random room with the whole team somewhere around here. He cannot spend the rest of the day covering his lap, ”Stop, please.”

They both laugh at the very polite request, as Daniel shakes his head tries to look away but his eyes fall back on Esteban. “Alright then,” placing his chin in his hand he leans in once more, “Since you asked nicely, this should teach you not to show off so much.”

“Huh, Este?” he asks again when Esteban remains quiet only nodding.

Esteban bites at the inside of his cheek. ‘Fucker’ he thinks, he can’t even accept his defeat without making it embarrassing. “Yes, I won’t.”

“Good boy.” Daniel grins back, his smirk causing panic in Esteban’s brain.

A comfortable silence falls upon them, Esteban’s mind going back to the start of their conversation.

Daniel’s tattoo. Right now he’s wearing a t-shirt so he can sneak a look at some of them, his hands have a few of them, the real masterpiece is on his thigh and he cannot think of that right now. He knows they hurt, it takes a few hours to get one but Daniel seems to like them a lot.

He moves his gaze to the one they were talking about, “Free” written in cursive in his wrist and Esteban cannot help but stare. Daniel can only be described as free, it’s basically a perfect word for him, From how he moves on track to the people around him and the team he leads, Daniel is a person who follows the wind chasing the thrill till he can’t anymore.

“Daniel,” Esteban calls for his attention, “Can I see it?” he says pointing at Daniel’s hand, and even though next to one another, but he wants to see the work up close.

Daniel nods, “Let me get closer,” he says before getting up. He sits opposite Esteban, pulling the chair closer so that their knees touch when they both lean in, “I might talk you into getting one with me.”

“I’m not Cyril, so probably not.” he responds, watching as Daniel rolls up the short sleeves to expose some more tattoos. He extends his arm in front of Esteban, turning the wrist to show off the dark lines decorating it. They’re not touching, not yet, but it feels like they are breathing the same air, the atmosphere is calmer now he can feel the sun’s last rays lighten up the room as it sets on the horizon.

Daniel picked them so of course they match him perfectly, but Esteban can’t help but love how they make him look even more beautiful. A quick glance at his arms takes away his attention, “I like this one,” he runs his hand above the cupid, still not touching the skin, “it suits you.”

Daniel glances down, “I call him ‘the chubby little bastard’,” he chuckles when Esteban scrunches his nose, “ cause everyone loves him more than me, well almost, but he’s still hasn’t found me the love of my life so he sucks.” he lightly hits his arm, flexing the muscle underneath, so the sound echoes a little.

“No!” Esteban gasps, grabbing Daniel’s arm to protect the cute tattoo, “don’t do that, he’s trying okay, you’re the asshole!” he says laughing.

“I’m not!” Daniel protests putting his hand on top of Esteban’s, the little 3 on his pinky finger coming into view. The touch goes away as quickly as it comes, Esteban lets go Daniel’s arm in an attempt to seem normal.

He keeps glancing from one tattoo to the next, trying to ignore the warmth that is Daniel himself. His skin feels like the sun, he can still feel the lingering touch on his fingertips even now calling him back. He can’t help it, turning Daniel’s hand to see the rose teasing him about being a damn romantic and getting another explanation of why he got it.

Daniel’s silly little explanations make him fall in even more, he doesn’t even notice it but he’s drawn into it. Touching the ink under Daniel’s skin, especially the lady on his outer arm makes him giggle, Esteban knew he was ticklish but Daniel wasn’t pushing him away, not yet, so he kept doing it. He calls the lady on his pretty but not his type while the astronaut is ‘cool but not much else.’

Esteban smiles at the ‘meanings’ of the pieces, “So, you though they looked nice, talked yourself into getting them and then got them, is the general theme here.”

“Yes,” Daniel beams at him, “I mean I love them all, but mostly they look cool!” Esteban can’t really argue with that logic.

“They do look nice, I will say that,” he runs a hair though his hair, “it’s cute little collection.”

Daniel raise of the eyebrow at the word ‘little’, “Well my love, you did only see a small part of my collection,” he placed his right hand on his thigh as he started to smirk, “there is a lot more that I can show you.”

Esteban looked at him a little confused, scanning his body to see if there was something he missed until it hit him. Daniel was wearing dark jeans covering his very strong thighs while also hiding the multiple colorful tattoos the Aussie had.

Shit. Shit, Shit!

“Ooh yeah-hh you have your leg um… thigh tattooed, I forgot about that…” his voice was getting tighter, like the words were afraid of getting out. It suddenly hit him just how close they actually were, he had one of his legs between Daniel’s, he’s moved closed when looking at the tattoos that now they were intervened together.

Both were leaned into the other, if he wanted too he could run his fingers though the curls Daniel had framing his face. If he wanted too he could lean in, just a little, and kiss those pinkish lips with all of his power. If he wanted to he would feel Daniel’s arms around his waist holding him impossibly close, taking his breath away until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ummm, you did?” Daniel’s voice snaps him out of it, he looks up from his lips to the deep brown eyes and meets nothing more than a challenge, “It’s shame, I think the ones I have here,” Daniel runs his hand over the muscle, “are so much better.” Even with clothes on the implication is clear enough that Esteban has to physically try not to moan.

Esteban tries to pull away, his body however does not listen, “Really? That’s- ummm nice.”

“You don’t agree?” Daniel’s question trips him up, a change in tone from the usual bragging.

He tries to maintain eye contact but fails, his gaze falls down for just a second but Daniel is too close not to see it, “I’m – I- I haven’t really seen them… ” he tries to act normal but it’s only making him sound worse.

Of course it’s a lie, he feel into that dark hole a long time ago, he’d spend hours looking at pictures of Daniel with nothing but a pair of the shortest shorts on.

“Just remember them from the- the- … you know from the thing we did-” the photo-shoot where they had to change in front off one another, where Esteban learned just how much he couldn’t stand looking at Daniel naked, “I know that you have some- some more.” he finished saying while pulling at the bracelets on is wrist.

Daniel nodded, smiling at Esteban’s attempt to keep himself afloat, “I haven’t had the chance to show them off, it’s not really the weather for short shorts you know.”

“Yeah, better to keep warm.” Esteban takes a deep breath, can feel the pressure, the atmosphere between them is buzzing with electricity.

Daniel looks up at the ceiling for a moment, like he’s contemplating something and it makes his heart skip a beat. Their eyes meet again, this time Daniel’s smile lacks the sharp danger from before, “Do you want to-” he looks down at his lap at his thigh, before glancing back at Esteban, “ Do you want to see the rest of my tattoos?”

“Yes, I- I would.” there is no room for any kind of thinking, he’d never been more sure in anything in his life. Daniel is not stupid, he knows that for one reason or another his teammate wants to be a little more than just teammates. And now he’s asking to show him, the look was one thing, but this might be something else.

“I’ll be happy to show you, Este.” his nickname falls off Daniel’s lips like heavy weights hitting the floor, like he’s been dying to say it all day. This isn’t about the tattoos, his brain screams back, I don’t care he thinks as he licks his lips.

Daniel’s hand moves to the top of his jeans, Esteban can hear the strap being pulled as the buckle rattles, but cannot take his eyes off Daniel’s lips, Daniel who is staring back at him with hunger, Daniel whose breathing he can hear clearly getting heavier.

“Dan I-” his breath hitches before he can even think of what to say next because they know, they know it’s not about the tattoos.

“– Oh my god!!!!” a third voice breaks the silence.

Fuck!! They both stand up in an attempt to get away, the moment burns up in flames in front of them in a second as the approaching voice keeps getting louder. Daniel ends up bumping his head in Esteban’s shoulder as he pushes the chair back to put some room between them, find some space to explain the tension in the room.

Outside the room two pairs of footsteps can be heard approaching, Esteban moves away to the window, grabbing his phone to try and look normal, his breath still heavy as he tries to calm his beating heart.

The door opens to the two drivers on the opposite sides of the room, the voice of the two team member now loud and clear. Daniel is sitting by the door, his eyes locked to the ground, while Esteban is by the window, his body stiff eyes glued to the phone. They’re safe.

The meeting starts in 5 minutes so they’ll have some time to freshen up. A few words are exchanged, Daniel shoots a joke that makes the two of them laugh, not Esteban he smiles but does not comment. They’re left alone again, this time the door is open, neither dares to even approach the other as they pack up to leave.

As they walk back to the team, Daniel bumps his shoulder gently, but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t dare look down at his teammate. A whisper comes, “Maybe next time.”

Esteban spends that night thinking whether he actually heard those words, whether Daniel actually knows the meaning of what happened. Danger and excitement have a very thin line between them and Esteban wonders on which side did he end up on.

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The race ends a lot sooner than Esteban expects, but then again it was another DNF for the season and he’s more annoyed that angry at this point, as he watches Daniel puts the car in P4 his best result so far. The rehearsed phrase is already written down for the press, ‘glad that we get some points today’ and he’s pushed out of the media pen before the drivers are even done in the weighting station.

Within the hour he finds himself heading to Daniel’s room to offer congratulations as a teammate, or maybe some mutual comfort seeing as P3 was in the cards for the Aussie once again but it wasn’t meant to be. He walks up the stairs of the motor-home, grabs the door to open it but to his surprise it opens for him, on the other side standing the tired face of Cyril.

Cyril tells him that he’s canceled the meetings after, the whole team is going to be either happy drunk or sad drunk after dinner so there was no point in locking everyone in the garage. It does little for Esteban’s mood, but he thanks the principal, but as they pass each other Cyril warns him.

“Take it easy tonight,” he says with a stern look on his face, “I’m not in the mood to pay for more damages, okay.”

Esteban rolls his eyes in return but just nods along before closing the door. Inside he can hear Daniel singing off key to some awful 80s disco song. He walks past the living room and kitchen towards the loud music and even louder driver at the back of the trailer. His knock falls to deaf ears, so he pushes the door and is faced with Daniel showing race clothes into a basket while he screams out lyrics Esteban is pretty sure are wrong.

Daniel continues to dance around despite seeing Esteban walk in, he smiles back at him but doesn’t seemed bothered by the fact he was wearing nothing but a pair of short boxers on. He noticed the damp curls shaking in sync with the music, Daniel must have just gotten out of the shower as little droplets of water were trailing down his back and chest.

Although he was taller than him, Daniel was definitely more build with well defined muscles his arms looked impressive even when he wasn’t flexing them. He wonders how much better Daniel would look like with some tight fitted clothes, leaving those baggy hoodies home. His eyes fall down to his boxers, white cotton ones with not much else that end just bellow his ass, cupping the soft cheeks as Daniel leans over to grab something.

“What, you don’t wanna join my dance party?” Daniel’s voice takes him out of his daydream, the music suddenly gone.

Esteban can feel his pulse speeding up, “Oh is that what this was?” he falters, hoping he wasn’t caught, “I thought you were trying to scare Cyril for life, he practically ran away-

“Fuck you.” Daniel laughs, before shimmying, “No need to be jealous of my moves.”

On full display Daniel is even more impressive, tan olive skin with dark ink scattered around his arms and chest, leading down to his thighs where the white fabric doesn’t leave much tot he imagination. If he wasn’t holding on to the door frame he might have fallen forward with how much he was staring at Daniel’s thighs.

“Congrats on the race. You did good, glad we had some luck today.” he tries to shake away the line of thought that was coming next.

“Thanks mate. Still are you feeling down about the DNF?” Daniel asks looking sympathetic.

Esteban tries to sound neutral, but he cannot help but let out a heavy sigh, “We deal with it, like always…”

“Is that why you came here, to talk racing?”

“Maybe…” he smiles back at Daniel who seems finished putting things away, but for some reason is still standing around. His eyes sparkle, he’s got a look in his eyes that makes it hard to breath, makes Esteban feel trapped in a situation he can’t escape.

Daniel is good at this, luring you in with the soft smiles, stupid jokes, and his laugh that you don’t see the vines circling you, slowly but surely he has you trapped. Esteban wonders if he came here on his own cause he wanted to see him or was it the secret glance he received a hint at something more.

“Shame, I was hoping we could have some fun.” Daniel’s voice doesn’t sound sorrow, or even a little dishearten. On the contrary the Aussie’s tone is suggestive making Esteban straighten up at the attention as Daniel slowly approaches him.

“I’m not really in the mood to celebrate,” Esteban manages to say, “you might want to look for someone else,” his heart starting to pick up the pace as the two of them start to head to a different territory.

“What if I don’t want someone else,” Daniel stops in front of him in all his glory, the strong smell of citrus and jasmine making him feel dizzy for a moment. Their relationship has changed, their little experiment had lead to a little bit more flirting on both sides, less weird stares and more openly dirty jokes.

Daniel looks up, he extends his arm past Esteban’s waist making him flex his stomach but doesn’t touch him, rather grabs handle of the half closed door behind him. Slowly, and with a clear intent, he pulls the door towards him forcing Esteban to step forward and close the space between them. With the click of the now firmly closed door, he finds himself closer to Daniel that he’s ever been as he looks down at his deep brown eyes he realizes all he has to do is lean down and kiss him.

“What if I want to help make you feel better?” Daniel offers.

Esteban can feel the vibrations of his body, fuck he’s been thinking about this for a while, but he wants to see Daniel make the first move. “I don’t think you can,” he teases.

“Is that right?” Daniel’s face practically light up, never the one to back down from a challenge, “If I remember correctly I have a promise to keep, still haven’t shown you all of my tattoos. And I don’t break my promises.”

“Oh? I guess I have no choice then.” He can feel Daniel’s hand trailing down his arm, gently he interlocks their fingers making Esteban blush even more.

“Mhmmm, nope.” Daniel says while licking his lips.

That’s enough to break Esteban’s reserve.

He takes hold of Daniel’s face with both hands, surprising the otherwise confident driver, before leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. Daniel wraps his hands around his waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt as he smiles into the kiss, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Even after the flirting and teasing he still waited for Esteban to make the first move.

Esteban can feel his hands trembling slightly as the kiss deepens, Daniel’s pushing back practically standing on his tiptoes to match their heights as he tries to take control. He gently bites down on his lips to give back just as much as he’s getting, Daniel gasps at the slight pain leaving Esteban space to slip in his tongue and win, desperation taking over as he wants more. The small barrier of clothes between them is not enough to stop him from feeling all of Daniel, his body hot and heavy in his arms, he can feel each breath, each movement as they pull each other impossibly close.

Their battle doesn’t stop as he pushes forward, the bed is a couple of steps back and he want to push Daniel into to it, wants to trap him underneath him till they run out of breath. He’s a fool for thinking that, a fool for forgetting just how much of danger to him was the man in his arms. The moment they’re within reach Daniel breaks the kiss with a quick swipe grabbing Esteban’s hips before switching them around and pushing Esteban on the bed. Within a second as his back hits the surface underneath him, Esteban finds himself at the mercy of his teammate.

Daniel proudly giggles climbing over him settles himself on top of Esteban’s lap, his weight reminding him just how different they were, and how good it would be to be to have the roles reversed. His shock is quickly erased as Daniel swoops in slotting their lips together again, pressing him deep into the soft mattress covering him whole as their kisses become more frantic, more desperate.

He pulls away to breath properly again, Daniel immediately continuing to kiss down his neck leaving bruises and marks Esteban had only dreamed of having. His hands manually tighten around Daniel’s thighs with each wave of pleasure mixed with pain that passes thought his body, his moans becoming louder each time Daniel runs his teeth over the exposed skin.

“Do you like them?”

“Daniel,” his voice comes out in barely a whisper, his eyes fall back on the muscles covered in ink, “Yes, fuck, they look so fucking good on you.” Esteban stares in awe at the dark lines and bold colours, he’d never been the one to lust over tattoos, most of the time they weren’t that interesting. But fuck does Daniel make him reconsider, he wants nothing more than to speared him out underneath him, kiss, bite and mark every part of his exposed skin, turn him around and trace each line with his teeth.

“How the fuck-, ” he says mindlessly wondering if this was a new thing he just discovered or was this just a Daniel thing, “they’re fucking perfect, so fucking sexy, I would’ve done anything to touch them. Anything.”

His eyes are scanning his body, innocently falling down to the white boxers covering the only part of his skin, his dick hard already pushing against the thin fabric covered in sweat that’s sticking to him. With his tongue becoming more heavy in his mouth by the second he cannot help but lick his lips, hands trailing up his inner thighs.

“Why are you licking your lips?” Daniel doesn’t wait for a reply, putting all his weight forward he rolls his hips making Esteban gasp for air, “Looking at something else?” he continues rolling his ass over Esteban’s half hard dick a few more times.

“You’re already hard Daniel, don’t tease.” Esteban whines as he runs his hand to Daniel’s inner thigh but not giving him the satisfaction of touching him where he wants to.

Daniel laughs, looking into Esteban’s eyes with a mischievous grin, “Okay, sorry.”

He pushes up, dragging Daniel into a quick kiss, his hand grabbing his ass making him whine even louder into the kiss, “Lay on the pillows. I want to suck you off.”

Daniel’s mouth falls open but he doesn’t wait long to get off his lap and climb up the bed, earning a slap on this ass. He’s not sure where he got the courage to be bossing Daniel around like this, tossing his clothes at the end of the room he turns to see Daniel spread out at the other end of the bed waiting for him. It’s always been give and take with them, making each other lose control was the ultimate goal. Watching Daniel’s eyes follow his every move with nothing but hunger behind them as he slips out off his pants and crawls up to him was adding a level of belief he didn’t think it could.

Settling between Daniel’s thighs he grabs the top of the boxers and slips them off which makes him gasp at the eagerness of it all, but he’s too far gone to care. Esteban couldn’t believe he is thinking this right now, but Daniel’s dick was just as pretty as the rest of them, his hand fit perfectly around it. He couldn’t help himself, bending down he wrapped his lips around the tip making Daniel loudly swear.

It doesn’t take long for Esteban to figure him out, rolling his tongue just to hear his breath hitch and feel the pull of the sheets as he takes him in deeper and deeper each time. Daniel’s hand finds itself in Esteban’s hair pulling at the strands each time his tongue focuses on the tip, sucking on the sensitive skin as Daniel keeps moaning out his name in desperation. His own dick is still trapped between his body and the mattress, he tries to get some friction by rolling his hips but Daniel’s hand keeps him firmly in place so he ends up just pressing hid body hard to build up some pressure. He’s never cummed from just blowing someone before but seeing Daniel lose it in front of him, because of him, might just push him over the edge.

His eyes fall back on those damn tattoos, he keeps staring at them as he’s licking Daniel’s dick yet for some reason they’re making him even more horny. He wonders if bruises are less noticeable on inked skin. Leaving a gentle kiss on his tip, he looks up at Daniel who’s already out of it, so he bites the strong muscle right in the middle of the couple kissing.

Daniel yells out pulling him back by the hair, another thing he might need to look into, before he wraps his other hand around Esteban’s throat. His face looks a mix of anger and disbelief, but his shit eating grin is also back so Esteban cannot help but be smug about it.

“Este! You’re being mean.” Daniel hisses, pulling even harder on his hair making him look up.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love it,” he smiles back, aware that he’s a mess with spit trailing down his chin but not caring for a second as Daniel pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. They break up, Esteban tries to go back and finish what he started but the grip on his hair keeps him in place as Daniel’s eyes go darker.

“No baby, I’m -” Daniel swallows hard, but doesn’t break their locked gaze, “ -please let me fuck you.”

Esteban blinks back at him, mouth half-open with surprise written all over his face because for some reason them actually fucking hadn’t crossed his mind. He wants to, yes he knows he does but after the race he thought messing around and maybe a blowjob would be as far as they will go.

Daniel notices the confusion, his face softens as he rests his foreheads against Esteban’s, “I would love for you to blow me, I really do, but I just finished 57 laps and there is no way I’ll be able to go more than one round.”

Esteban giggles, “Oh!” he wasn’t expecting that kind of confession and can’t help but laugh. Despite his current position between Daniel’s legs he still feels pull on his heart that makes him dizzy, they keep catching each other off guard, everything is so new, so fresh that it feels like he’s going to burst with want.

“Tomorrow maybe, or any time this week, or after that-” Daniel continues rambling while smiling back at him.

He pulls Daniel into another kiss pulling himself up by his shoulder, running his hands down his back his nails digging into the skin. Right now he wants nothing more than to feel Daniel underneath him, begging for him, begging for more, “Actually… can I ride you?”

They’re too far gone for sweet sex, slow movements, lingering kisses, all of that can be left for another day. He can feel the desperation in his voice, both of their voices, they’re too far gone to be shy about it.

Daniel eyes go wide, practically drooling at the proposal, “Fuck, yes! Yes, please…”

Esteban tares off his boxers, the last thing still between then and tries not to blush at the obvious wet patch at the front where he’d been rubbing himself. He straddles Daniel with a groan, their bodies properly pressed together for the first time, which makes him gasp even louder when Daniel’s hand takes both of their dicks and gives them a few teasing strokes. There isn’t enough time to adjust to the feeling when he feels Daniel’s wet finger between his cheeks pushing in.

His body is still high on adrenaline, it doesn’t takes long before he’s pushing back on it asking for more. Daniel doesn’t bother responding, his grip on Esteban’s hip tightens to hold him still as he pushes in a second finger. They pick up the pace as Daniel’s fingers keep pushing in deeper each time, Esteban tries to match his rhythm but he’s too sensitive so ends up burring his face in Daniel’s neck making him lose whatever sanity he had left.

He wants more, wants to touch every part of him, wants his hands to leave a trail down his body till he can’t hide anymore, Daniel to be his only. Now that he has him Esteban can never go back. He runs his teeth down his neck feeling the body shiver, licks a drop of sweat trailing down his chest just so his can taste them, how they mix together. Salty. Beautiful.

Daniel curls up his fingers just right making him whine, Esteban hurries to grab his hand because he can’t take it anymore. Their dicks lay pressed between them, cherry red, leaking precum as he feels himself getting closer, he needs Daniel inside him now.

“Yeah?” Daniel asks, holding him by the waist to keep him steady.

Esteban kisses him as a response, plants one of his hands on his chest and then guides Daniel inside him. Fuck.

It’s tight but feels so good, Daniel is groaning underneath him hands clinging to his waist no doubt leaving bruises behind, but still feels so good. Esteban rolls his hips as much as he can, he’s only half way down Daniel’s dick who has his head thrown back, but his stomach is already burning with pleasure.

Lifting himself up he drops back down taking him in one move.

“Esteban!”

He wants nothing more than to see Daniel lose his mind.

His hips are moving faster, and faster, fucking himself without much reservation. He wants him deeper, stretching himself open till he can’t take it anymore. The pain is no more, his muscles are squeezing down his dick chasing their high. Daniel tries to move, tries to fuck up into him but he gets nothing but a laugh from Esteban who grabs his arms pins them above his head. Looking down on him he sees nothing but complete surrender.

“Este, Este! Please let me- shit!!” Daniel begs.

Esteban feels the words sink into him, he leans down licking a line across his peck before adding another playful bite on his chest which makes Daniel moans even louder and he doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on by hurting someone. His body is screaming at him, his muscles feel like they’re on fire but he ignores them, ignores the sounds they’re making, the sweat dripping down his back, ignores everything but Daniel.

Daniel’s who’s trying so hard not to cum, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to fight him but it’s too late. Esteban drops himself down, and again, and again, bouncing as fast as he can dragging out breath after breath with hunger. Daniel bucks his hips, his voice rough as he groans and cums inside him with a gasp, his name being the last thing he moans out.

He’s almost there, the pressure is finally catching up as he tries and falls to keep any kind of pace while rolling his hips, the sporadic movements are making him even more loud.

A light push forces him to let go of Daniel’s hands, his body already shaking as barely holds himself against his chest desperately chasing his own orgasm.

“So pretty..” Daniel’s voice is right next to his ear, one of his hands already wrapped around his dick jerking him off, the other squeezing his ass and he can’t take it anymore. Esteban leans his head against his chest, his mouth is open, panting, unable to form any words just whimpering sounds mixed with sweet nothings Daniel’s whispering in his ear.

It’s fast, rough, he tries to grab at something to hold on but it’s too late, Daniel’s already gotten him to the edge and there’s nothing he can do. Esteban locks up, his whole body shuttering as he cums spilling all over himself and Daniel, who keeps going until Esteban whimpers at him to stop. It ears him a kiss, it’s wet, and sloppy, and way to hot for them to be breathing into each other’s mouths but he wants it.

It takes a moment to breath properly, his body slumps right against Daniel who holds him close waiting for their heads to clear.

“Motherfucker…” Daniel says his fingers gently going though his hair.

Esteban snorts still not sure what came over him, maybe it was being tired of waiting, maybe it was the frustration from the race, either way Daniel didn’t see to mind his sudden fixation with biting.

“Feeling better?” he asks, knowing full well it will get him a slap on the ass. And it does.

“Fuck you,” Daniel grumbles, “That was my line, I was so fucking stoked to use it.”

With whatever strength they has left he gets off Daniel who rolls them over, flopping down next to him on his side. Esteban tries not to look down at his red acing thighs, or the fact that he now has cum leaking out of him, or the forming love bites all over Daniel’s skin-

Daniel leans into him smiling, leaving another kiss on his lips before burring his face into Esteban’s neck making his giggle.

“I want a rematch,” he says with a determined voice, “You’re going to pay for this.”

He continues laughing, wrapping his hands around Daniel to pull him closer before whispering, “Gladly.”

Esteban is sitting in his motor home since the pouring rain is keeping everyone busy with trying to cure boredom instead of actually working. Fortunately for him, he has a very interesting activity in stored. Daniel decided that the most comfortable position while playing video games would be to sitting in his lap, and Esteban was thankful for the gift.

His hands are trailing up his thighs, slowly trying not to disturb the game or attract too much attention as he’s preoccupied with trailing the lines of link. Daniel swats him away a few times, but Esteban can see the goosebumps on his skin each time he touches too close, the way his breath becomes heavy and the darkening blush on his cheeks.

He’s pushing up his shorts higher, and higher, wanting to touch more skin, teasing Daniel till he can’t take it anymore. It doesn’t take longer to get the reaction he was hoping for.

Daniel dies in the game, with a huff he looks to Esteban, “Having fun?”

“Hey, you sat down in my lap, I’m just being supportive.” he smiles back, sending Daniel a wink.

Daniel gets up, throws his controller away and turns back to him, “You’re distracting on purpose.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Esteban rolls his tongue, staring into Daniel’s darkening eyes, “Are you going to punish me?”

“Absolutely!” Daniel leans in, hovering just above his lips but pulling away before they touch, “Take off the suit, I’m going to teach you something.”

Esteban smirks, “Oh, I must be special then.”

“You can be if you want.” Daniel says before finally capturing his lips.

Esteban’s never in his life been more thankful for a canceled practice session, he did learn some valuable things, just not on track.