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Brad was early at the paddock, feeling on edge. Max had been acting weird the day before, not wanting a scenting.
The worst thing had been how absolutely miserable the scent was, and it had taken him some time before he found out a possible reason for that.
After a bit of talking and gossip, he heard about how someone had seen Max talk to Daniel, and even though his face had seemed normal, his scent had been horrible after.
And it pissed him off.
“Seriously, why don’t they just leave him the fuck alone?” he complained against GP, who nodded, disapproving as well.
“You think we should complain?” the engineer said, and Brad thought about it.
It would make it all official, but he was sure that Max wouldn’t like it. He hated the thought of being an Omega interfering with anything, even if it did on a social level. Just the way his scent interacted with other people and the heats that came changed that.
“I don’t know,” Brad said, feeling frustrated.
“Well, perhaps we should talk to Max?” GP said, “perhaps after the race. I don’t want to worry him about it when he still has to drive.”
“Yeah, seems like a good idea,” Brad said.
“And perhaps you should put on another layer of your blocker. Even I can smell you’re angry,” GP said, frowning a little.
“Ah, I forgot this morning,” Brad said sheepishly, “Max’s never early anyway.”
“Well, you’re out of luck,” GP said, looking behind Brad, “because he is today.”
“He is?” Brad said, turning around and seeing Max approach, his face stained slightly red from what seemed to be a fading blush.
“Yes, so try to be calm, you’re not wearing a blocker,” GP said softly to him.
Brad nodded, trying to think about happy things, and waved at Max approaching.
“Didn’t expect you to be here so early,” Brad said, and Max flushed even harder at that remark, making Brad frown, wondering if he had said something wrong.
And then Max was close enough that Brad could scent him, and it nearly broke his brain. Taking the few steps to reach Max, he gripped the driver’s shoulder, and pressed his nose against him.
“Brad?!” Max squeaked, but Brad’s concern was rising.
“Did they force you?” he asked, his voice soft and concern radiating from him.
The scents of Hamilton and Piastri clinging to Max, intermingling with his Omega scent, and even though he could scent the sexual enjoyment on Max, he couldn’t be sure it was not coerced.
“Brad…” Max said, looking around full embarrassment, and realizing that it was obvious what happened, “no…they haven’t.”
“Come, let’s get you to your driver room, and perhaps you should shower,” Brad said, ushering Max away before too many people would come near or a stray journalist could catch his scent.
“Ah, right,” Max said, feeling reluctant to get the scent off of him, but he understood as well that if someone got scent of him like this, that the articles wouldn’t shut up about it.
Following Brad, his thoughts were still going in overdrive, thinking back at the assumptions of the rest of the grid, that Brad had treated him badly, and that the man had been his pack and denying him in heat.
It was…nice of them to be this concerned about him, but on the other hand, it made him realize that the trainer had been probably been looking at things differently as well.
Entering the driver room, Brad nearly manhandled him in the shower room.
“Brad?” Max asked, seeing the man stand in the room his scent very present and worried, “you’re not wearing blocker?”
“No, I’m not?” Brad said, making Max bite his lip.
“Before I shower…do you want to…do you want to scent?” Max asked, his face flushing, “or do you think it’s wrong to scent with someone not in the pack?”
“Wrong? No it’s not wrong at all,” Brad said, “as long as everyone consent it’s not wrong.”
“Do you want me to get rid of the other scents first?” Max asked, thinking about the best way to approach this conversation.
“Are you comfortable with them?” Brad asked, studying Max’s face, and trying to breath in the scent clearly, not noticing any distress in it.
“I am,” Max said, feeling a little embarrassed to admit it, but realizing that it was so.
He was not really looking forward to the embarrassing meetings with the rest of the grid, but on the other hand, it was the best he felt right now, ever since he had gone into his virgin heat.
“Well, if you want to scent…” Brad said, looking at Max and wondering how it all ended up like that. Max had told him about the mail he had received about not being allowed in the pack room, and he knew the Omega was almost bullied by some drivers on the grid.
So how come he was smelling like this?
“I do, and I want to talk as well,” Max said, nervously taking Brad’s hand in his. His trainer had been such a good sport in this, always taking and trying to not push him and be nice to him.
The man did his best to make Max feel as if nothing needed to change, and nothing fundamentally needed to change.
But perhaps some other things did need to change.
Brad slowly took him to the corner of the room, quickly putting some blankets and pillows on the floor, and soon Max was lying with his nose in Brad’s neck, half lying on the man and trying his best to not feel aroused.
“You know, I went to Oscar’s room after quali’s,” Max said, his voice a little muffled and feeling himself harden a little when he felt Brad’s scent react to his arousal, but the man didn’t move or act on it.
At Max’s words, an added overlay of concern entered the scent though.
“You did?” Brad asked, wondering what had put Max in this mood. He heard Max inhale deeply and give a sigh, not answering immediately.
“Yeah, I did,” Max said, once his brain started to work again. Perhaps a scenting session during this talk wasn’t the best of ideas, but he really didn’t feel like moving right now, “it was very…enlightening.”
“Oh,” Brad said, feeling wary, and scared that the others had done something to Max that he really shouldn’t have agreed to.
“Yeah,” Max said, getting a little lost in Brad’s scent, and hoping that with regular scenting sessions the heady feeling would decrease just a bit, “there was this misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding?” Brad asked, and Max nodded, finding just enough coherence to explain about the mail that had been sent and how he had wrongly interpreted it.
“And they thought you were my pack…” Max said, ending in a moan when he couldn’t control his hips anymore, “oh, I wish I wouldn’t get so horny all the time.”
“It’s because of your hormones. They’re still over the top,” Brad said, stroking Max’s back absentmindedly.
“Right. Hormones,” Max said, blinking and trying to focus, “oh, right. They thought you were my pack, and that you were punishing me by not being with me during heat.”
“How could anyone be so cruel,” Brad said with a huff, the idea of being with Max making him flush, and his arousal grew. Max’s eyes widened, and Brad swore to himself to not have taken the opportunity to put on a blocker.
“Oh,” the Omega said, before thinking. He pushed himself up right, looking at Brad.
“I’m sorry about this Max. It’s just…I can scent you and it does affect me,” Brad said with a flush, shifting a little so Max wouldn’t be able to see his tented shorts, “I understand if you want to find a different trainer.”
“No,” Max said, shaking his head, thinking, “uhm…would you like to join me in the pack room? After the race? We don’t do sex or anything, but it gets quite…intimate. I only scented with Oscar and Lewis, but they told me I could pick.”
“I bet they did,” Brad said, frowning, “I don’t think they’ll want me there.”
“I’ll ask,” Max said, feeling confident suddenly, even though it was still all embarrassing, “scenting is very intense though. I don’t know if it is for you guys.”
“It gets less intense the more you do it,” Brad said, “but you can make it intense as well.”
“Well, do you want to come? I think…Lewis asked me to think if I wanted their help during heat,” Max said, and Brad nodded, not surprised by the offer.
“And do you? It would help you get over it more quickly, even if they’re just there for the scent,” Brad said.
“I think so. I never…I don’t think I want to have…you know…” Max said, gesturing helplessly and flushing more.
“No sex. Or just no penetration? You can have all kinds of sex,” Brad said, and Max shrugged.
“I don’t think I would mind touching, but have you seen Lewis. He’s gigantic. If he ever is with an Omega, they’ll split in two,” Max said, his eyes wide and Brad couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Alphas are generally a bit bigger than betas, but don’t worry, most Omegas are equipped to handle that,” Brad said, but Max shook his head.
“I’m not, I assure you,” the Omega said, and this time Brad could smell some fear in there.
“Mmh, how about you tell them, if you want them to help with your heat, that they can as long as it doesn’t hurt,” Brad said, “or perhaps you want to try out of heat first and use a safe word.”
“Do you want to be there too?” Max asked, somehow not seeing a pack happen without Brad there.
The alpha had been helping him from the beginning, respectfully keeping to his wishes, and not pushing where Max didn’t want to be pushed.
“Me?” Brad asked in surprise, “but I’m not a driver.”
“I know that,” Max said, “but you have been accepting of me, and respecting what I want. And if all thing ends up going wrong, I know you can stop everyone.”
“You want me there, because you trust me?” Brad said, and Max nodded, feeling the ability to talk go out of his mind when he put himself back against Brad’s side, breathing in deeply.
“Yeah, trust you,” Max said, his hips rubbing against Brad’s leg.
“Alright. I’ll join you guys after the race,” Brad said, feeling pleased, and Max could smell the scent, eliciting a groan from the Omega while he felt it impossible to control his own body and rubbed himself to completion on Brad’s hip, soiling his pants on both sides.
The slick flooded out and coated his backside, making him huff in exhaustion.
“Can’t believe I did this,” Max groaned out when he came back to himself, the embarrassment flooding in his scent.
“you wouldn’t believe it, but this is quite normal for newly flowered Omegas and Alphas,” Brad said with a laugh, helping Max get up.
“Don’t see Oscar rutting against everyone,” Max muttered.
“Oscar has gone into puberty a while before you, and is regularly scenting in the pack room. You bet you’ll find him rubbing against people like that soon enough. He just already gained some control,” Brad said, “and now, shower, and we’ll need to get you ready for the race.”
“Right,” Max said, going to shower and at least happy that he was physically feeling a lot better.
“You know, perhaps this Omega business isn’t all bad,” he muttered to himself under the shower, hoping that no one would mind him bringing Brad to the Pack room.
But no matter what Brad said, he didn’t think that Lewis would fit in him, no matter how much an Omega should be able to handle bigger sized dicks.
“He never saw the man naked,” Max snorted, drying himself off and getting dressed in his red bull provided clothes, ready to face the rest of the race day, and glad to still be able to smell the three alpha scents on him.
It was feinter, and the arousal was muted now, but it was still there, and still comforting, and he knew it would help him through the day until the race would start, and then he was fine on his own.