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Max was a three-time world champion, almost a veteran on the racetrack with his number of years of driving in F1, always confident, and secure in his personality. Normally, he didn’t get nervous as the first race of the year approached.

Normally.

But this year, this year was different. Oh, he was still confident on the racetrack, and ready to race a new year, wondering if he could make a new attempt for longest win streak, and hoping that the car was good enough to get him his fourth world title.

No, the thing that made him nervous was the onset of his secondary gender. It had come as a total surprise, Max already being far past the age one would present, and thinking that he just was a beta, which was uncommon on the track, but not unheard of.

The second surprise was that he didn’t present as an alpha, but an omega. Not that omega’s were entirely rare, about 10% of the population was an omega.

The thing was, 99% of the omegas weren’t male. It was a designation that was for the most part reserved for woman, just like alphas always presented in the male population, and far outnumbered the omegas, making up a quarter of the population, which worked out fine when the packs were formed, most of the time having an omega as the pack center and the rest build around that.

Omegas were very sought after and very respected, and no one entered a pack without the omega saying it was okay.

And now Max was apparently one of them.

It hadn’t occurred to him when it started. When Max had felt the excessive heat coming from his body, he first had thought that it had come from his intense work-out routine, after having slacked off a few months during the off season, he needed to do his best to get back into shape.

“I think there’s an omega near,” Brad had said, sniffing the air, while Max took a breather, feeling the sweat fall down his face, the work-out hitting him harder than normal.

“Is there?” Max asked, always having believed he was a beta and never really been able to scent the pheromones of the secondary gender, unlike his alpha trainer.

“Yes, must be pretty young,” the man said, an affectionate smile on his face, “probably a virgin heat,”

“How can you tell?” Max asked curiously, always being fascinated by the way both secondary genders could scent so much about other people. Wearing blockers did dull the scent enough so the emotions stayed hidden, but not everyone wore blockers continually.

“Because there is this undercurrent scent,” Brad explained, “if it’s there, you can scent that the Omega has never been knotted,”

“Ah,” Max said, always having thought the biology of alphas and omegas was a bit weird. The knotting, a special swelling on the base of the dick of an alpha, that could only occur when an omega was taken willingly, exchanging pheromones, and locking them together for a while.

“Let’s go on, they’ll find their pack soon enough,” Brad said, trying to not get too distracted by the scent. He was old enough to stay calm near an omega in heat. Only young alphas couldn’t keep themselves in check with the scent, but it was still distracting, and alphas just wanted to make sure that omegas were safe.

The work out continued, and Max was feeling as if he was overheating, while Brad was getting more and more agitated with the increasing scent, surprised that no one was coming to help the omega.

“I think I must be coming down with something,” Max said, feeling an uncomfortable moisture between his ass cheeks. And more embarrassingly, he was feeling himself grow hard at the same time.

Perhaps he was subconsciously reacting to the scent Brad had been talking about, or it was just the thinking of omegas that got him bothered, or just the thought of sex, seeing he was still a virgin.

“Not feeling well?” Brad asked, looking a little concerned for his driver, especially so close to the start of the new season.

“Just warm,” Max said, and flushing when he felt something leak out of him and hoping that he wasn’t shitting himself, even though it didn’t feel like that, but what else could come from his ass.

Brad frowned, and stepped closer, his eyes widening when he finally got close enough to realize the scent that had been bothering him was coming from Max.

He stared at the driver, not able to progress the rarity of his case, a male omega, a 26-year-old one at that. Too old to get a secondary gender, one would say.

“Max? Uhm, are you…aroused?” Brad asked, wanting to be sure that it was indeed Max he was smelling, wanting to know if the scent of the virgin heat was of his driver. It seemed impossible, the odds so incredibly small, but the pheromones seemed clear.

“Why would you ask that?” Max said, his voice high pitched, and slightly panicked, and embarrassment laced the scent.

“I think you’re going into heat,” Brad said, and Max stared at him, before smiling and laughing.

“Ah, good one mate. You know that a male omega is like super rare,” Max said, wincing when he felt something else leak in his underwear, and hoping that he wasn’t having diarrhea or something. Not that it felt like that, but what else could it be.

“Max, I think I best get you to your place,” Brad said, quickly gathering their stuff, and Max’s eyes widened at the concern the trainer was showing.

“But…Brad, I can’t be. I’m too old to get a secondary gender,” Max said, always having thought that he would become an alpha, like most drivers on the grid, and his aggressive behavior had certainly enforced that idea.

When he had started out at Toro Rosso, it had been an often-visited topic, seeing that he had still been well within the age range of a virgin rut. Hell, he could remember Leclerc having his virgin rut during his first season, and they had needed a Rut Room at Sauber for him.

It had been an interesting race for Charles, Max remembered, the driver not allowed to use blockers for the first year after presenting, like any freshly presented or omega couldn’t do, and his pleased scent after being asked for Ferrari had apparently been smelled all across the paddock.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that the blockers could mess with their hormones, it would have been easier for Charles, a few of his ruts coming at unexpected timings, and the driver had ended up pleasuring himself in the rut room twice, sometimes joined by some of his pack to ease the arousal.

But that was what it was far. After the first year, he had been able to take blockers and time his ruts in between races and always time it that he had someone or a pack round to help him through it.

But Max, he didn’t have a pack, he was just with himself. Feeling Brad put a hand on the small of his back, Max could only let himself be guided away by the alpha, feeling in shock when he realized the fluid leaking out of him was slick.

“What do I do?” Max asked in the car, feeling his arousal grow, and becoming aware of the other scent in the car, realizing that it must be Brad. It wasn’t unpleasant, a little musky and Max could scent the concern from the man.

“I think you best go home, and enjoy yourself for the next few days,” Brad said, biting his lip, “is there anyone you trust to be with? A heat on your own can be rough,”

“Trust to do what?” Max asked, feeling apprehensive.

“You know, to alleviate the symptoms,” Brad said, flushing. The underlying scent of virginity made it difficult to say the more obvious words, even though Max was old enough to hear the word ‘sex’.

He would have offered himself, if Max hadn’t been in heat yet, but he didn’t want to pressure the omega into having sex when he wasn’t ready for it yet.

“No, I don’t think so,” Max said, feeling a bit panicked.

“Well, I think you can do the basics. I mean, just masturbate and do what feels good. I’ll inform Christian. We’ll need a heat room build as well,” Brad said, and Max felt himself flush not just with the heat, but also with the realization that everyone would be able to scent him for the next year.

All his emotions, his arousal, his heats, and even the fact that he was a virgin. They would all be able to scent that.

“The press is going to eat me alive,” Max groaned, earning himself a snort from Brad.

The heat had taken a full week to pass, the several fever episodes being filled with Max masturbating, and even daring to put his own finger in his hole, wondering how a knot would ever fit in there without doing damage.

And arriving at the paddock, he quickly slipped to his own room, hoping to encounter as little people as possible until he had a meeting with the PR team and Christian, who luckily had been informed by his personal trainer already.

“Hey Christian, there’s a rumor going on you have built a heat room in your paddock,” Toto said, walking next to the smaller man.

“Yes, we got an omega on our team now,” Christian said, looking almost disinterested with the conversation while he kept walking. Toto did think he could walk rather fast for a man with such short legs.

“So young that she can’t take blockers?” the man said, curiously, having heard his drivers talk about it, curious what position she would take in the team, and if there would be trouble. A young unmated omega could cause too many alphas to be distracted for an opportunity to come into a fresh pack.

“You know how it goes,” Christian said, “the FIA approved it, don’t worry. We went through the correct channels,”

“Well, don’t forget it to put it in your accounting,” Toto said, walking away disappointed when the man didn’t reveal more information.

Christian looked at Toto walk off, shaking his head at the curiosity of the man, but he wouldn’t be the first that was asking questions. He had urged the higher ups of the FIA to keep quiet until Red Bull could make their own announcements so far, but they had been more than surprised about the news.

Having a heat room suddenly built was like red flag on a bull for the F1 press and other teams, who would try and exploit every weakness of Red Bull.

Having a rut room was special enough already, but it happened, some of the drivers were young when they started out, but a heat room was practically unheard off.

Of course, Max was special, and it seemed that he was still making a lot of firsts in the F1 world. The first omega, and, Chirstian guessed, the first omega world championship winner, grand prix winner and well everything omega winner.

There hadn’t been a single omega in the F1 before, which did create a wonderful opportunity for Red Bull. Knocking on the door to Max’s room, he waited until the omega called him in.

“Ready for the PR meeting?” Chrisitan asked him, surprised by the sweet scent that was surrounding Max, betraying an undercurrent of anxiety.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s get this over with,” Max said, following the team leader as they quickly made their way to the meeting room, who were curious about what this was all about.

“No Netflix?” one of the joked when they entered, and Christian smiled even when Max looked sour.

“No, this is a bit more private,” Christian said, always a good people person, “so, let’s all sit down, and see how we best approach this,”

Everyone settled, except Max, who sat down as far as he could from the group, breathing shallowly. He wasn’t used to the amount of scents and pheromones yet, and while some of them were quite neutral, like Christian’s, there were some more overpowering ones, like the one of the PR guys.

“So, let’s not beat around the bush. Max has presented his secondary gender during the break,” Christian said, seeing the eyes of the PR team widen.

“But…” the alpha of the three said, scenting the room, “uhm…you don’t smell like an alpha?”

“No, I don’t,” Max said, his face flushing when he saw the stares aimed at him, confusion changing into understanding while his scent’s anxiety increased.

“Of course, internally, nothing changes,” Christian said, “Max will still be going for his fourth championship,”

“Yes, of course,” one of the PR team said, “but think about what it could mean. We could really use this well for our marketing. And imagine how the popularity of Red Bull will soar when they realize we have a male omega,”

“Of course, everyone knows that a male omega’s pheromones are wonderful to increase fertility in women,” the alpha said, “with some packs trying for years to get children, I imagine the crowds will increase,”

“That’s a stupid reason to like F1,” Max said with a frown.

“But it’s good for marketing,” the woman said, already thinking out strategies.

The meeting continued, discussing when they would announce Max’s secondary gender, Max not really wanting to get it out in the open, not thinking that it had anything to do with the racing.

But it wouldn’t be good to hide it either, and Christian did mention that the heat room already gotten a lot of attention.

“And do mention it if you start getting courting gifts,”

“Courting gifts?” Max said, “why would anyone start sending me courting gifts?”

“You’re an omega, Max. The center of a pack,” Christian said, “omegas are precious, and there are too little to go around,”

“Oh, right,” Max said, sitting back and listening. When everyone left, Christian lingered with his overwhelmed driver.

“Max, are you okay?” Christian asked, feeling a little concerned.

“Nothing is really going to change, right?” Max asked, looking at the man, “I will still race as good as before,”

“Nothing is going to change Max, we’ll try to beat any record that is in place, and get yourself another trophy for on your fridge,” Christian said with a smile, and Max nodded.

That was all that mattered to him.

Winning the race.

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“So, any idea why we’re here?” Daniel asked, looking at the three other drivers.

“Don’t know,” Sergio said, looking at the three Alpha Tauri drivers, and wondering where his teammate was.

“This is a weird meeting,” Liam said, frowning, “I was just about to go home when they asked me to stay a bit longer, and now they make us wait.

“I hope we can get this over with soon, I’m bored,” Yuki complained, feeling slightly impatient and wanting this impromptu meeting to be over with.

“They’re probably just fetching Max or something,” Daniel said, also having noticed the absence of the three-time world champion.

“Actually, we’re not fetching Max,” Christian said, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

“Why isn’t Max here?” Sergio asked, feeling a little sensitive seeing the last year difference, and knowing that his contract would end soon.

“Max isn’t here, because we’re going to talk about him,” Christian said cryptically, “and he said he’d rather not be here when you guys get the new,”

“What news?” Daniel asked, feeling some worry come over him. As an alpha, and a friend to Max, he did feel some worry come over him at that statement.

The dutchman normally faced things head on with a pigheaded stubbornness that was uncanny, and he never tried to avoid the uncomfortable conversations that sometimes could happen in their business. It was weird that Max would choose to do so now.

“Max has come into his secondary gender,” Christian said, and gasps followed from all four present drivers.

“Max got into alpha puberty, ah,” Daniel said, a grin on his face when he thought back to his own, “the poor kid won’t know what hit him,”

“Kid? Max is 26,” Checo said, frowning, “isn’t he a bit too old to get his secondary gender?”

“He is,” Christian agreed, “and for that matter he will get checked out by our medical staff, but he’s not an alpha,”

“What? But you said he just got his secondary gender,” Liam said frowning. He himself had gotten his designation just two years prior, and he was glad to have gotten through it before he got to be a reserve driver in the formula 1 class.

It had been difficult handling his hormones and having to deal with such a busy schedule at the same time.

“I did,” Christian said, looking at these drivers and waiting until they would make the right connection.

“Christian, this isn’t funny,” Daniel said, the most comfortable with his team boss, “I mean, it’s either he’s an alpha or he isn’t,”

“Well, he isn’t an alpha,” Christian said, and he saw Sergio’s eyes widen when he seemed to realize exactly what that meant.

“An omega? A male omega?” Sergio asked, looking wide-eyed at Christian. Suddenly, the room was filled with silence and the four drivers stared at Christian.

“Yes, he is,” Christian said, “so the media will be asking a lot of questions, and we’ll not be going into Max’s his personal business too much, but you guys need a heads-up,”

“You know mate, that explains why you got four children,” Daniel said, bumping into Perez, with e grin, “having a male omega on the team does wonders for your fertility,”

“Daniel,” Christian said, a small warning to his voice even if the tone was affectionate. But the man was right. Male omegas weren’t fertile themselves, but their pheromones made the fertility of the people around them increase.

In a declining population, this was something sought after and just that fact would drive people to come to the F1, in hopes of getting close enough. It would mean that they would need to insert extra safety measures around Max, but it would also increase their popularity.

“So, HR is going to come in, give you a small run down about what you can or cannot say during interviews, and don’t pester Max about it,” Christian instructed, getting a series of affirmations, and he wondered how long it would take for Daniel to go seek out the younger man and pester him about it.

Max was seated in his room, taking in a few deep and calming breaths. He had always loved racing so much, but the media attention was sometimes a little difficult for him to manage. He tried to think over his words as good as he could, and these days he was a lot better with it then when he just had started out in F1.

But this opened a whole new can of worms, and he wasn’t sure that he was able to deal with it correctly.

Max was startled out of his thoughts when a knock sounded on his door.

“Max, it’s me, Brad, can I come in?” his trainer asked, and the omega frowned. Normally, Brad knocked and immediately barged in. The difference in treatment was small, but it was there, and somehow felt discouraging for Max.

“Yeah, of course,” Max said, standing up from where he had been seated, wondering how his trainer now would look at him. It was the first time he would see Brad after his virgin heat, and somehow, he felt his heart rate pick up and he just hoped that it wouldn’t be something that was noticeable in his scent.

Brad opened the door and stepped in, and Max felt his mind go blank for a moment when his body reacted to the pheromones and scent of Brad, the next thing he knew he was pressing against the man, his noise against the neck and inhaling as deep as he could.

Brad had been feeling rather nervous to see Max again after that first heat. The omega’s scent and pheromones had elected a reaction in him, and he was a bit afraid that Max might have noticed it and would look at him weirdly because of it.

But he knew that the driver would need someone to support him and help him through this, and Brad had always been at his side ever since he started out as his personal trainer, not only there to keep his body healthy but also his mind.

Standing at the door, he took in a few breaths, before he knocked on it and waited. It was inappropriate to walk into an omega’s room without waiting for permission, but Max immediately called him in.

“Hi Max...” Brad started to say, but made a startled noise when he felt Max suddenly pressed close to him, his nose trying to go towards the scent gland Brad’s neck.

At first, he looked surprised, but then his face slid into an affectionate smile, and he relaxed his body, keeping still as he could until Max snapped out of it. Luckily, he didn’t mind the omega pressing close, his scent pleasant and warm.

Then Max seemed to come to his senses, quickly pulling away from Brad, his face looking red like a tomato.

“Oh my god, Brad, I’m sorry,” Max said, quickly putting some distance in between them and the agitation clear in both his scent as movements, “I don’t know what happened,”

“It’s okay. It’s normal,” Brad said, “you know it’s normal for young omegas to press close to alphas who have good scents,”

“But I’m not young,” Max said, the tips of his ears still red, and Brad smiled at Max, affection clear in his eyes.

“You’re not that old,” he said amused, “but I meant omegas who still have to go through their secondary puberty,”

“Oh god,” Max said, rubbing his head when he realized the implications, “almost the complete grid are alphas,”

“You won’t want to do it with everyone,” Brad said, patting Max’s back in comfort, “it’s only with those who have compatible pheromones,”

“Oh yes, that makes it so much better,” Max muttered, his tone a bit mean, but his scent was more distressed than anything else.

“I know it’s hard Max, but it’s only going to get better,” Brad said, and Max nodded, feeling defeated, “we’ll have to go to your medical now,”

“Right, Christian said I had an extra one booked in,” Max said, picking up his stuff, and following Brad, trying to breath in shallowly because he nearly stuck himself again to the man.

“Hi there,” the doctor said, a beta woman.

“Hi,” Max said, entering and seeing Brad hover he felt a stab of nervousness when he realized that the man was going to leave him with the woman, “come on Brad, don’t have all day,”

“Are you sure?” Brad asked, surprised that Max had called him in. Normally, the driver went to the medicals all by himself, and he had thought that being an omega would just make this a bit more intimate than usual.

“Yes. You’re my personal trainer, you should know what the hell is going on with me,” Max said, feeling divided about asking the man to stay. He really didn’t want to go through this all ‘you’re an omega now’ speech on his own, but would he have to talk about his heat in here?

“Well, as long as you’re comfortable with him, he can stay,” the doctor said, and Max nodded, deciding it was for the best. At least, Brad did seem to want the best for him.

“I’ll just sit here,” Brad said, taking the seat next to Max, and trying to exude calm and serenity and he smiled when he scented how Max’s pheromones reacted to it and the body seemed to relax.

“So, I’ve been informed you went through your virgin heat recently?” the doctor said, and Max nodded.

“Yeah, I did,” he said.

“How did it go? You had a pack with you?” she asked, but Max shook his head.

“No, I was on my own,” Max answered, trying to keep the flush on his cheeks to a minimum while purposely not answering the other part of her questions.

“Oh, that must have been hard,” she said, “and did you experience any pain or difficulty?”

“No, no pain,” Max said.

“And you had a decent slick production?” she asked, and Max felt as if he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

“Yes,” he answered curtly.

“Okay, that’s good. I would like to do a physical examination shortly,” the woman said, and Max felt a bit panicked.

“And what exactly will you be examining?” he asked, already having his normal checkup done earlier.

“I want to check your anal passage to see if the glands are properly developed, and your genital area,” the woman said, her voice casual, “we can put you behind a privacy screen,”

“Yeah, sure,” Max said, his voice cracking just a little.

“It’s okay Max, just a short examination,” Brad encouraged him, smiling when Max stood up and went to undress his bottom side, hating this already.

“Here, put your feet in these and scoot down a little,” the woman said, and Max let his ankles be guided in the stirrups, feeling horribly exposed with his backside hanging out, “this might feel a little cold,”

A lubed finger entered his ass, and he hissed, not used to the intrusion.

“You okay there, Max?” Brad asked, feeling a little panicked when the scent changed to anxiety and nervousness.

“He’s just a little tight,” the doctor said, “shh, it’s okay, just relax,”

“Can’t,” Max said, gritting his teeth, feeling scared of this sudden penetration.

“Perhaps a few calming pheromones will help,” the doctor said, and Brad knew the suggestion was aimed at him. Standing up, he stood right beside the privacy screen, making a soft noise and letting his scent fill the room.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Max said, his nose pointed upwards while he inhaled the scent of Brad, “very lovely,”

“Thanks,” Brad said with a grin, liking that the omega appreciated him.

“This is better,” the doctor said, finally getting her finger in far enough to palpate the pheromone glands in the passage, “this seems in order,”

Pulling her finger out, she quickly pulled back the foreskin and felt Max’s testicles before nodding in approval.

“The genitalia seem to have developed normally, even though it’s an anomaly to present this late,” the woman said, noting it down, “you can dress and then we’ll overgo the changes to your body and what to expect from omegan puberty,”

“Joy,” Max said dryly, getting up to get dressed and then listening to the woman talk about how he should expect to have heightened scent awareness, sudden influxes to come close to people who had a nice scent, the urge to make nests.

And the expecting heats, for which he could only start to take blockers in a year.

This was going to suck.

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Max wasn’t feeling very happy when he looked at the several pamphlets in his hands, which the doctor had been giving to him. Each of them explaining what he could expect in omegan puberty, from pressing close to alphas to making nests and dealing with courting gifts and forming packs either temporary or permanent.

Of course, all of them were decorated with women, and looked all too flowery and pastel colored to his liking. Giving a sigh, he tried not to flush when the doctor handed him another one and started to explain how one could alleviate heat symptoms.

“Did you have your pack near you during the heat?” she asked, but Max shook his head, not really wanting to admit that he didn’t have anyone close enough to share something like that. He knew that casual hook-ups were not frowned upon, but it would make him feel too vulnerable.

Even for a beta, it was uncommon to be entirely on your own, and even if you didn’t have a permanent pack, one could temporarily enter into an impromptu until they found someone better.

Of course, an omega was always the center of the pack, and even though everyone had their opinion, they had the last call.

“You can always join the other drivers in the grid pack if yours is too far away,” the doctor said, and Max gave a concomitant noise. He knew that they alphas often sought out some company during more trying moments, even if there was no omega around. Their pheromones mingling would often be enough to center themselves, and he guessed that at times some ‘fun’ might be held.

Max had never really seen the need to go there, except perhaps in 2021, but Lewis had been going there longer than him to cool down, and Max had thought he was just a beta back then.

“And if you don’t feel like joining a pack, this here explains several masturbatory techniques, and which toys might be most pleasurable and easily handled when you’re in a heat fever. Or out of heat for that matter,” the doctor said, and Max tried not to glance to Brad, wondering what the man thought about it all.

“And if you are with a pack, don’t forget to not go too fast. You might be an omega, but if your slick production isn’t high enough yet, penetration will still hurt,” the doctor said, and Max frowned. Whenever his dad spoke of omegas, it was often how easily they could take dick, and even had told Max a few times that he should find one, even as a beta.

“How do you know if it’s high enough?” Max wondered out loud, not thinking that he would ever let himself get into a situation where it was needed. Sex hadn’t interested him before, and he didn’t think that was going to change, except for when he was in heat. A pack wouldn’t be interested in an omega like that.

“Well, if you can’t enter two or three fingers easily, than you need to be stimulated a little more,” the doctor said, smiling at him, “don’t worry, alphas won’t mind it. They’ll know how to stretch you and make it pleasurable,”

“Oh, I’m not worrying,” Max said, glad when the conversation was finally ending and he could leave, following Brad back to his own room. With ruts and heats around, talk about sex was often talked about, out in the open, too biologically hung up on such things to try and make it taboo. But still, Max didn’t really feel interested in it.

“You still hanging in there, Max?” Brad asked, trying to breathe easily so that his scent would be calming, seeing the frown on Max’s face while he held the pamphlets in a tight fist, crumpling them. Max blinked at him, almost startled, but then the frown disappeared, and he nodded.

“Yeah, in essence nothing really changed,” Max said, unconsciously leaning a little closer to Brad, “I’m sorry to put you through the talk,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Brad laughed, “I got it once I presented as an alpha, this one wasn’t much different,”

Max nodded, trying to keep focused on what Brad was saying and resisting the urge to press close again. His trainer did have a very nice scent. Max wondered if it was going to increase when they were working out, getting wet with sweat, making their shirt stick to their body….

Max was torn from his thoughts when a few new scents registered, and the sudden input was quite jarring, making him scrunch up his nose at the sudden intrusion, and then more scents appeared, attacking his senses while he smelled blockers and emotions and whiffs of whatever else he couldn’t name.

“Is it always like this?” Mas said, glad when they entered his training room and left the hallway before they encountered the people belonging to those scents.

“You mean, so many scents?” Brad asked, putting his bag down, remembering his own coming of age.

“Yeah,” Max said, rubbing his nose and already feeling a lot of the scents starting to fade, but it did leave him with a lingering headache.

“It’s like that in the beginning. After a while, you mentally start to filter out quite a bit,” Brad said, “but it can be a little overwhelming at first, right?”

Max nodded, resigning himself to adding some more mental discipline to himself, so that he wouldn’t be affected by all the scents all the time. For now, he started to concentrate on his training, following the exercises that Brad put ready for him, and cursing the fact that he had lost a week with his heat.

And it seemed like the scents did increase with sweat.

“Well, this is interesting,” Toto taking a seat between Christian and Zak, waiting until their interviews began, “one team who has a heat room, and the other a rut room,”

“A rut room?” Christian asked, looking curiously at Zak. He had been so busy with arranging everything for Max that he hadn’t gotten the time yet to check what other teams had been up to, and it seemed that he had missed something.

“Yes. Oscar came into his secondary gender a few months ago,” Zak said, smiling, “we kept it quite seeing that he’s rather on the older side for it. it took us by surprise,”

“Right,” Christian said, seeing Toto’s curious glance and knowing that the man was expecting him to spill the beans about who the omega was on their team. But Christian did love to surprise people, so he kept silent.

Letting Zak talk about the two alphas on his team was easy enough, both of them full of potential, and it was good for marketing purposes, turning the heads of many omegas and betas alike.

“With some luck, they’ll both be equally dominant and butt heads,” Christian said with a grin, making Toto laugh and Zak grimace.

“Well, we can’t all have only one alpha on the team,” Zak said, “even if it makes it easier to control them,”

“Tell me about it,” Toto said, missing the time when Valtteri, the cool headed and generally obedient beta was helping out Lewis, and thinking back to when Nico and Lewis, both highly dominant alohas, had been fighting all the time, “but George is young enough and less dominant than Lewis, so our pecking order is arranged. Don’t you fear,”

“Oh, we don’t fear it,” Christian said with a grin, earning himself a glare from Toto and a chocked laugh from Zak.

Grumbling a little, the three team bosses fell quiet, seeing that the cameras started to roll, and the journalists entered the room.

Of course, the talk immediately went to Oscar Piastri’s secondary gender, Zak being proud as if he was a father, and talking about the additional things they had done to keep Oscar safe and sound during unexpected ruts.

“Question for Christian,” one of the journalists said, “our sources say that you have a heat room build at the Red Bull paddock. How do you feel having a newly flowered Omega near so many alphas? Aren’t you afraid that it’ll be too much of a distraction?”

“No, of course not. I’m quite sure everyone will be able to behave normally. The alphas on our team are all old enough to control their impulses, even if the omega isn’t yet. I think the most we got to fear is the omega pressing close a few times and giving a small scenting, like they all do,” Christian said, getting understanding nods, “I just hope that the other teams don’t take any offence when it happens to one of theirs,”

“The omega on your team, she’ll be in contact with other teams?” the journalist asked, confused, “she’s on the PR?”

“No, not at all,” Christian said, a small smile appearing, “Max is definitely not one to put on PR,”

“What has Max got to do with it?” Toto asked confused, and Zak was looking at him with a frown as well.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you yet?” Christian asked, acting surprised that they didn’t know, and he could see Toto resisting to do an eyeroll, “Max Verstappen presented as an omega just a week ago,”

Noise erupted in the room, and Christian waited a little until they all sorted themselves out, sitting back smugly. Yeah, it was going to be a bit difficult for Max in the beginning, but the young driver had always managed to put the race first.

And this was going to do wonders for their reputation. Their sponsors will be loving this.

Daniel walked through the hallways, whistling happily while he waved to various engineers, here and there stopping for some small talk until he finally arrived where he wanted to be.

Hearing voices from within the room, he knocked on the door, suddenly hearing them fade away. Footsteps came closer, and Brad opened the door, a waft of scent coming out.

At first, all Daniel could smell was the other alpha, but then the other scent came out and even though Christian had told them, he still felt surprised when it screamed Omega.

“Hiya, I just…I heard the news and I wanted to say that Max got a friend in me if he wants one,” Daniel said, feeling slightly taken aback when Brad kept on glaring at him, not moving aside to let him in, or calling out to Max it was him.

“Sure,” Brad said, and both alphas stood still for a moment.

“Daniel, why are you standing there, just come in,” Max said, walking to the door with a frown, surprised that Daniel hadn’t come in yet. For a moment, he wondered if the man would look at him differently, now that it was known that he was an omega. But then Daniel came in and smiled that big toothy grin at him, and Max felt relief when he realized that Daniel just stayed Daniel.

“Heya Maxie,” the Aussie said, the scent in the air changing rapidly, revealing the small stab of anxiety that came from Max which soon turned calmer when the omega saw him, and Daniel felt smug to make the scent happy again, “how are you hanging in there. Not too overwhelmed by courting gifts yet?”

“As if,” Max said with a snort, “I’m not going to get any, except from my fans of course,”

“Yeah, right,” Daniel said, “wait until after Christian is finished with the press conference,”

“It won’t change anything, Daniel,” Max said, and the alpha noticed when Brad went to sit right next to Max, just shy of touching him and Daniel tried to keep his own scent calm and nonhostile. Max barely noticed it, his head swimming with the scents of both alphas near and tried his best to keep his breath shallow and control himself.

“We got our PR event this afternoon, so want to grab lunch together?” Daniel said impulsively, suddenly wanting to get the omega away from Brad to make sure that the trainer wasn’t taken any advantage of his close position to Max.

“Lunch? Sure, why not? I’m almost done here, right Brad?” Max asked, looking at the alpha, and a moment later he was once again pressed up against Brad, his nose stuck against the scent gland and instinctively rubbing his own against it.

A sudden increase in Daniel’s scent made him whimper and feel heady before a hand stroked his back and murmured something soothing.

Taking in a deep breath, Max came to his senses again, flushing when he realized just exactly, he was doing. Hurriedly, he pushed back from Brad, his cheeks bright red, climbing to his ears.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Brad,” Max said, feeling embarrassed to have done this again to the alpha, and this time with Daniel looking. And the thing was, Max knew if it had been Daniel so close to him, he would have pressed to the other driver, something that would have been even worse.

Perhaps lunch wasn’t such a great idea after all.

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“You sure you feel like going out to lunch with Daniel?” Brad whispered to Max while they were finishing up their routine, keeping his head close to Max so that Daniel couldn’t overhear him. The alpha was leaning against the door, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible while Max finished his routine.

“Yeah, of course,” Max said, even though he was a little hesitant, scared that he would suddenly press close and make a fool of himself, “it’s just Daniel,”

“Yeah, right,” Brad said, seeing the alpha look at them, a frown on his face. He recognized the scent on Max as not being 100% certain about going with Daniel, the hint of fear coming through, “don’t let him do anything you don’t want to, okay?”

“Brad, you’re worrying too much,” Max said with a smile, touched a little by Brad’s concern, even though he felt that it was unnecessary, “it’s not because I’m an omega, I’m suddenly Daniel’s type. And even if it was, Daniel is respectful to everyone. Nothing would happen,”

“He’s got the humor of a five-year-old,” Brad said, disapproval on his face, thinking about all the genital jokes the man made. Not that he minded usual, but Max had just gone through his first heat, and his hormones were still settling.

“I got the humor of a five-year-old,” Max said, frowning at Brad, “you never had a problem with Daniel before,”

“I…” Brad said, not wanting to say that that was before he knew Max was an omega, certainly not because he knew the man didn’t want this to change anything, “I mean, he’s still out for a red bull seat,”

“Oh, you shouldn’t watch those YouTube vids. They’re just for laughs,” Max said, laughing out loud and patting Brad’s arm, understanding his trainers concern, “don’t worry, if he hands me a sandwich from his pocket, I won’t accept it,”

“Yeah,” Brad said, grinning embarrassedly at Max, who smiled back amused at his trainer. He had never pegged the trainer to believe such stories, but he guessed if they were thrown around for long enough, they would start to sink in.

“Well, I’m going. We’ll have our PR thing this afternoon, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Max asked, and Brad nodded, not feeling entirely happy about not being too able to check on Max after lunch.

“Might jump in to check out whatever shenanigans you guys get into,” Brad said, making Max smile while he walked up to Daniel.

“Brad giving you a hard time?” Daniel asked, smiling at Max and hoping his worry didn’t seem visible. At least it wouldn’t show in his scent, seeing that he had used a basic blocker before he came here, making sure his base scent came through, but his emotions were masked.

Max was still too new in his designation to be allowed to do that, knowing the risk of blockers on one’s hormonal development, and Daniel took advantage of that fact, taking a good whiff to see how he was emotionally.

There was luckily no anxiety in his scent, just Max being happy with a bit of worry in the mix, which could be about virtually anything.

“No more than usual,” Max said, “got a bit out of shape during the off season. There is so many good things to eat around,”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Daniel said, “well, let’s see if the healthy food is good as well,”

“Never as nice as a hamburger,” Max said, but followed the other man, nonetheless.

Entering the cafeteria, they were lucky it wasn’t busy, but for Max it was weird to suddenly see all those faces look at him, but differently than normal. Stuttering in his step a little at the sudden waft of pheromones, he followed Daniel, nodding at the other people, while trying to pretend he wasn’t bothered by the scents.

“Come here Max, see what they have,” Daniel said, wrapping his arm around Max’s shoulder and pulling him to the selection.

He had noticed the scent staring to change when they had entered the area, and even though Max tried to hide it, Daniel knew the man good enough to notice the nervousness, even if his scent wouldn’t betray him.

This way, he could shield Max from the other people, and his scent would be close enough to the omega to hopefully block a few other scents off.

“This looks okay,” the omega said, grabbing a box and quickly moving away from Daniel. Being pressed so close to Daniel was difficult, Max feeling his mind want to black out and just press close, but with some distance it became easier.

Daniel grabbed a box as well, and they soon made their way to a table in the corner, and Daniel hurried holding a seat out for Max, who froze when he saw the motion.

“Daniel? You better be wanting to sit on that chair yourself,” Max said, a bit of warning in his voice, making Daniel flush at the remark, knowing that he was indeed acting differently now, and understanding that it might be jarring for Max.

To be honest, he didn’t think it was really in Max’s culture to be holding out chairs for omegas.

“Of course I’m going to sit here,” Daniel said, sitting down quickly and opening his lunch, rudely taking the first bite before Max could sit down. He wanted to show the omega that he was indeed going to act like usual around him.

“Daniel,” Max said with a sigh, sitting down himself, “don’t treat me differently, okay. I’m still the same. Soon, you’ll be swearing at me for always getting pole,”

“That’s Charles’ job,” Daniel said, his mouth half-full, “yours is stealing first place during the race, preferably by lap five,”

“Yeah,” Max said, smiling, “I love winning,”

“We all do,” Daniel said, “even though you make it impossible for the rest of us,”

“That’s good to hear,” Max said with a grin, starting to dig on his food, glad when the conversation went to their various races, just like usual.

“So, Brad is not being weird to you?” Daniel asked after a while, Maxs scent totally calm. He was thinking it was safe now to breach the subject.

“No, not at all. Not even when I…” Max said, hesitating and flushing, an embarrassed tone to his scent and he could see the three mechanics looking there way with the scent change, but there was no alarm in it, “sometimes I can’t help myself, but his scent it’s really attractive, and I just, I want to get close to it,”

“Well, that’s not abnormal in an omega,” Daniel said mildly, even though there was a pang of jealousy in his chest, “some scents just pull you in,”

“Alphas don’t have that,” Max stated, feeling a bit jealous about that. It was always young omega’s that pressed close to alphas, and never the other way around.

“Alphas are different. We get attracted to scents as well, but we just get hopelessly mushy and start to go and try to give you all our clothes with our scent on,” Daniel said, and Max nodded, having seen alphas often gift their shirts or caps to omegas.

It was a very prized item from the alpha drivers, fans going crazy when a cap was thrown into the audience.

“I guess,” Max said, “but what if I just randomly start pressing close to people?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll go stand in between and you can press close to me,” Daniel said with a grin, trying to make the offer seem innocent and fun, but the resulting flush on Max’s face and the scent changing to something warmer, more cloying made Daniel blink.

“Look at the time, we’re going to be late,” Max said, getting up suddenly and grabbing his stuff, discarding the wrappers and walking off with big paces. Daniel looked at the omega go, frozen for a moment, before he followed him, feeling happiness in his chest.

“Hey Maxie, wait up,” the alpha said with a grin, running behind the omega, “you’re forgetting the best part,”

“I am?” Max asked, not slowing down his pace, but glancing a little at Daniel.

“Yeah, me,” Daniel clarified, and he was more than happy to hear the laugh coming from Max, who let him catch up now.

“So, Max Verstappen is an omega?” Toto asked, the tumult having died down in the room, but before the journalists could ask their question, Toto had spoken. The news had been shocking, and he still had difficulty wrapping his mind around Max being an omega.

“Yes, he is,” Christian said, his voice calm, “that’s why we have the heat room,”

“But he’s 26. Much too old to flower,” Zak said, knowing that Oscar had been at the older side for his first rut even. He never had heard from a first heat at 26.

“With how rare male omegas are, it might actually not be that far from the norm,” Christian said, shrugging it off, “but don’t worry, he’s still going to win races for us,”

“Does Verstappen have a pack already, or is he expected to join the grid pack?” A journalist asked, and Christian looked at the man, staring at him in silence just long enough until it got uncomfortable. The man asking such personal questions did deserve it.

“That’s a private question,” Christian said, “but it’s up to Max to decide that. He just got into his first heat a week ago, and he’s barely out of it. Give him some time to get acclimatized to the sudden changes,”

“But it would throw off the balance of the grid pack if Verstappen joined,” the journalists pressed.

“Let us be concerned about that,” Toto said, frowning at the journalist, “this is not a meeting to discuss the pack lives of our drivers,”

“I think Toto is right. Technical questions or racing questions only please,” a representative said, even though he was curious about those questions as well. But if Verstappen went to join the grid pack, the news would be out in the open soon enough.

The interview didn’t go on much longer, the press wanting to get the juicy bit of news out as quickly as possible, and the three team bosses left, even with Zak muttering about Christian stealing his thunder.

Toto could clearly see the smug smile on Christian at those words, and it wasn’t hard to imagine the man doing this on purpose.

Walking back to the Mercedes part, he was glad to quickly find Lewis and George, who had just finished up their sponsorship duties. Flagging over the two, he quickly went into a meeting room, closing the door.

“Hey, Toto, what’s up?” Lewis asked, taking a sip of water from his drink before he sat down.

“Well, I just got out of a remarkable interview,” Toto said, “learned some things about a few drivers,”

“You mean Oscar. It’s kind off know that he went into a rut,” George said, “I think I saw it on his Instagram,”

“Well, that I knew as well, but this was about Red Bull,” Toto said, and he saw Lewis lean in a little more, always eager to know things to defeat the team, “about their omega,”

“You found out about who their heat room is for?” Lewis asked, and George leaned in curiously as well.

“Yes, I did. And it won’t take long before the rest of the world learns as well,” Toto said, looking at the two drivers, “I just wanted to give you a heads-up, but it’s Max,”

“Max? Max’s what?” Lewis asked, confused, “Max’s his packmate?”

“No, it’s Max Verstappen. He’s the omega,” Toto said, sharing the surprise that was visible on Lewis’s face.

“Max is an omega? A male omega?” George said, “Oh, I need to go to the pack room tonight. You reckon he’ll be there?”

“He never went before,” Lewis said, but George waved it off.

“Omegas crave nearness. That’s why they are the center of the pack”, George said, “I wonder how he smells like,”

“Probably acrid,” Lewis muttered, wondering if his safe place was going to be invaded by a noisy omega. Not that he would have minded an omega, but Max….

“You think his scent is going to be incompatible?” George asked, and Lewis shrugged. It didn’t happen a lot that a scent was totally disgusting, but Max had always been a walking contradiction.

“It would be just our luck,” Lewis said, but perhaps he wouldn’t be. Perhaps he would smell nice and come in the grid room for a cuddle. It would be nice to have an omega in their midst for once.

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Max and Daniel were a little early to the event, greeting the staff who were by now informed by Christian about Max’s his designation. It felt a bit embarrassing to have them stare at him, but Max ignored it as good as he could, taking with Daniel while holding a can filled with water, but sporting the Red Bull logo.

It was difficult to be so close to the other man, and each time Daniel leaned just a little closer during an explanation, Max really had to try and not to press close, the scent enticing him so much and making him feel warm and safe.

He was being so focused on Daniel, that he barely noticed Checo coming in, until Daniel greeted the man.

“Hey, Checo, there you are. Yuki not here yet?” Daniel said, making Max turn around and look at the other driver, who smiled at them, his gaze curiously lingering over Max, but soon enough he turned to Daniel.

“He’s going to be just in time, probably,” Checo said, shrugging, seeing everything being put ready for their joint PR event, and now just missing the small driver.

“Probably,” Daniel said with a big smile, knowing that it could be close with the other driver.

“So, how is it going here?” Checo asked, looking at Max a little nervously, not entirely sure about how he should treat his teammate for the moment. So far, nothing about the man seemed to have changed, still wearing the same red bull clothes, and drinking the same drinks, but hormones could be weird.

“Like usual. Looking forward to the first race, to see where everyone is at,” Max said, smiling and focusing on talking to Checo, turning away from Daniel and his enticing scent and stepping just a little closer to the Mexican driver.

The man had a nice scent, but his alpha scent only faintly filtered through, the scent of his pack and especially the omega of the pack were layered over it, blending together nicely, and like usual the omega scent was most noticeable, claiming the alphas for her pack.

He had heard people talk about it before, but this was the first time that he actually scented it himself.

It made it much easier to resist pressing close than with Brad or Daniel, and it made him relax. Max hadn’t realized how much it was taking from him to keep from pressing close to his friend.

And he couldn’t let that happen, because than it would be all awkward and stuff, and Daniel would tease him, and he would laugh, but feel bad because he wouldn’t be able to behave normally around his friend but be seen as just an omega. He was much more than just a secondary gender, no matter how special it was, no matter how rare or precious.

He just wanted to be Max, with record upon record and win upon win.

Yuki did end up arriving on time, and they did their joint PR event, the smaller man staring a little at Max when they came too close, but luckily it was team versus team and Max was paired up with just Checo.

They laughed a lot as they played, following the cues of their staff while they tried to win against the other team, and Max was just glad that it wasn’t a contact game at all.

Like usual, it took time before it was all filmed, several times the staff approaching them to put down some attributes or to fix a collar or hair and there and the mingled scents of the staff were getting to him.

Max could feel his muscles tense at the alpha and beta and omega scents in the room, some of them not even wearing blockers which made him feel even more on edge when he didn’t even recognize the emotion behind the scent.

“You okay?” Checo asked, seeing Max squint his eyes, and noticing that Max’s pheromones were changing, indicating that something might not be entirely wrong, but certainly not right either.

Luckily, they were just finishing up with a last statement from the winning team, which was their sister team this time, leaving the time to talk in private.

“A lot of scents,” Max said back, the Mexican nodding easily, understanding the problem from when he had gone into rut.

“It’s intense at first,” he explained, “you know what helps?”

“No,” Max said, looking curiously at the man.

“If you have a pack, or people you feel really good with, have them scent some of the clothes you wear,” Checo said, “our pack omega says it calms her down a lot, and it helps to mask the other scents around,”

“I don’t have a pack yet,” Max said, frowning, not even sure if he was ever going to have a pack. For now, he was concentrating on all forms of racing he was allowed to do.

“Perhaps you should go to the pack room, pick up some scents of the other drivers. There might be some that you find comforting,” Checo said, just when Daniel approached them.

“Is something wrong with the scents?” the Aussie asked, looking concerned, and Max saw his nostrils flare. His cheeks flared up in embarrassment when he realized the man was trying to get a feel for his emotions right now.

Even though Max had always been straightforward, the thought that people could just scent what he was feeling felt invasive and made him feel vulnerable.

“Nah, not wrong. But a lot,” Checo said, “he doesn’t have a pack yet, so I said it might be good to visit the pack room here on the grid,”

“Oh, right. To see if there are some compatible scents,” Daniel said, keeping a smile on his face, even though he was slightly disappointed to not have the omega come to him to ask to scent his items, “sure, let’s do that, Maxie,”

“Brad was going to meet me here, though,” Max said, frowning when he didn’t see his personal trainer waiting. He had been hoping that he would be there by the time they were done and felt disappointed that he wasn’t there.

When Brad was near, Max did feel a bit calmer and more at ease, and it was probably because, like Checo explained, their scents were compatible. He wasn’t feeling so sure about going to the grid room, but with now both Checo and Daniel proposing to go, he didn’t want to insult them by not going.

“You sure he would be here? We can wait a little while,” Daniel said.

“He said he might jump by,” Max said, “I’ll check my phone, perhaps he couldn’t make it,”

Quickly getting his phone from where it had been lying to the side, he checked his messages, feeling disappointment when he read a text that something came up, and that he would see Max tomorrow.

Daniel frowned when he noticed the scent change, trying his best to not look at Max’s phone. The Dutchman turned around and went to Daniel, trying to stay as casual as possible.

“Guess it’s just the two of us,” Max said, and Daniel smiled back, not letting Max notice that he could scent the disappointment on him.

“Unless there is someone in,” Daniel said, and Max did bravely keep the smile on his face, even though the anxiety in his scent spiked.

“I hope it’s not Lewis though,” Max confessed, making Daniel frown.

“Lewis? You two still going on from 2021?” Daniel asked, and Max shrugged.

“No, not really, but…it’s been more his place, right?” Max said, and Daniel nodded with a thoughtful look.

“He is a more dominant alpha, surprisingly,” Daniel said, “but everyone is allowed in, you know,”

“I guess,” Max said, “but I’ve never been, and I don’t want to ruin the atmosphere,”

“Don’t worry about that,” Daniel said, “we’re used to getting new people in every now and then,”

“So, feeling a little agitated?” George asked Lewis, following the smaller man towards the pack room. Ever since Toto had revealed that Max is an omega, he had noticed a change in attitude of the man, thoughtful, and curious, but also apprehensive.

“I was just thinking about having an omega on the grid,” Lewis said.

“We got loads of omegas on the grid,” George said, making Lewis throw him a look, and George just grinned.

“You know what I mean, don’t be daft,” Lewis said, and George shrugged innocently.

“Well, it might be fun. I mean, it’s fun with all the alphas and betas, but an omega just is that more pleasing,” George said, making Lewis give him a look.

“I’m I not satisfying you enough?” Lewis asked, looking George up and down, and the alpha shrugged.

“Not as much as an omega can. Their scents, their bodies, their reactions,” George said, his scent reacting to the thought of a warmth an omega could give, how good their pheromones reacted to an alpha.

“But it’s still Max,” Lewis said, knowing how headstrong the man could be and not seeing the typical omega in him.

“Well, I never mind it when an omega finishes first,” George said, making Lewis snort, opening the door to the pack room.

“Well, why don’t we practice on your stamina a little then,” Lewis said, feeling worked up about all the talk about Max. He hadn’t got a pack himself, and even though he had lain with omegas before and popped his knot, to have one close by was a whole other experience.

And it just had to be Max. The same driver who had stopped him from getting his 8th championship, the same driver with whom the media relished talking about their rivalry every time the two of them were near each other on the track.

And the same man who had never set foot in the pack room. It seemed like such a shame to have an omega near, but not wanting to cuddle and scent, almost tantalizing and it put him on edge to know that there was near and he as an alpha couldn’t help taking care of him.

“See that you don’t come first,” George said, letting himself be pressed against a wall by Lewis, their scent glands rubbing over each other while both their dicks started to harden, their pheromones filling the area.

It was a good thing they were I the pack room, and behavior like this was normal in this area. They were passionate people, and they needed to let that passion out. Sex was commonplace, seeing that both heats and ruts often left little place for taboo.

Of course, both alphas were licking and grinding against each other, and Lewis was not surprised when George used his height to his advantage, but he pressed the man down in the couch, pushing both their pants down and grabbing their dicks together, pleased that he was bigger than is codriver.

“Just imagine Lewis, doing this in a nest, scented by Max, leaving the room with his scent all over you,” George said, and Lewis squeezed a little harder, making George and himself moan.

Not everyone was lucky enough to have an omega near, and it had always been a bit of a fantasy of Lewis to have a nest in the pack room, but even when they had tried to toss blankets and pillows together, it had ever had the same cozy feeling the pheromones of an omega caused.

It didn’t feel like a safe place, like home.

The door opened, but Lewis and George didn’t stop, too often having run in other people doing the same, too often having done this as well.

Keeping on stroking both dicks, he wondered who it was, but he was concentrating too much on George for that. Perhaps they would join, perhaps soon a touch would come on his back.

And then he scented it. Pheromones, so sweet, so innocent, so warm.

“Oh,” Lewis said, spilling himself over George, who looked surprised to see the other alpha come so early but then noticed the scent as well. Sitting up, he pushed Lewis to sit back on his heels, so he could look over the back rest of the couch.

Lewis turned his head as well, seeing Max in the doorway, his eyes closed while he was pressed with his nose firmly in Daniel’s scent gland, a scent of distress in the air.

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Daniel grinned when he opened the door to the pack room, and saw Lewis busy with someone on the couch, George by the smell of it all. He turned to Max, amused.

“Yeah, this kind of thing can happen,” Daniel said to Max, surprised when he saw the wide-eyed look and frozen body, “Max?”

Max could barely look away from the scene in front of him, but more in particular the scents that were in the air. The arousal and alpha pheromones seemed to envelop him, and they would have been nice if it didn’t feel as if it was too much.

They were too wild and for Max could almost taste the arousal they were feeling. Both alphas were so busy with each other that they hadn’t even noticed him and Daniel or didn’t care. It was common enough to see these kinds of scenes in pack room, but for Max it wasn’t.

He was still a virgin, and before his heat, his sexual drive had been on the very low side, and during his heat, well, he hadn’t been to daring and all on his own.

Swallowing, Max winced when suddenly something leaked from his backside, the feeling still foreign to him.

Max felt his body yearn to join the alphas, wanting to nuzzle the scent glands and mingle his pheromones in between, and see how their scents would react to him, see if they would be able to make his body sing.

But at the same time, he wanted to get out, get away from the overwhelming scents and pheromones and analyze his own bodies reactions. Lewis and whoever he was with had been busy without him near, without anyone and Max could barely fight the desire to just run up to them and press his nose to them.

It would be too awkward and weird if he wasn’t able to control his own actions and he could only imagine their annoyed reactions.

Max whimpered at the thought, horrified that he would be interrupting intimate moments like this whenever he walked in the pack room, and even now he needed something close to him that didn’t smell of arousal, which would stop him from approaching.

“Max?” he vaguely heard Daniel say, and without thinking, he pressed close to the safe haven, of a friendly scent without anything else going on, trying to center his mind and ignore the way his underwear had grown moist, and how much it scared him to be without control.

He knew he wasn’t the most liked driver out there, and to be casually interrupting anyone would put him even further down that list. Worse was it was Lewis, seeing their heated rivalry, Max wanted to try and leave him his space as much as possible, and it distressed him to feel his body just wanting to go to him.

Pressing his nose even further against Daniel, he breathed a sigh of relief when the arms wrapped around him, hoping that his friend wouldn’t mind it, hoping he wouldn’t think it was because Mac couldn’t control his arousal, that he was pressed so close. He hoped that Daniel wouldn’t hate him for it.

Daniel stood in surprise with his arms wrapped around Max, feeling the nose against his scent gland and he could feel how Max took in deep breaths, his arms feeling the movement and the small puffs on his skin having too much of a reaction on him.

“Why is he scared?” Lewis asked, looking worried as he got up from George and got off the sofa. Max startled, looking around at him and flushed when he saw Lewis member still hanging from his pants, surprised at the size of it.

Lewis saw him staring, and immediately tucked himself back into his pants, and saw George to the same.

“I don’t know,” Daniel said, keeping his arms around Max, who seemed to be coming a bit more to his senses.

“I’m not scared,” Max said, pushing himself back with a flush, even though the heavy scents in the room made him feel a little lightheaded, “just taken by surprise, that’s all,”

“Surprise?” George asked, Lewis his cum still decorating his shirt, “because of us?”

“Well, not every day you see something like that,” Max said, shrugging.

“Well, about the pack room,” Daniel started to say, and Max looked at him, his eyes a little too wide for Daniel’s liking, “it’s especially the alphas that like to let off some steam. You can ignore them if you want to,”

“Oh, right,” Max said, knowing that it would be impossible to ignore.

“You know, we should free up some space,” Lewis said, trying to not be too distracted by the scent of the omega, where the dejection was coming true.

Lewis didn’t know where the dejection was coming from exactly, but he didn’t want the omega to feel negative about the pack room. Max’s scent was absolutely divine, and it would be nice to come in after a stressful race or meeting and just be able to bask in it.

Perhaps, after some time, they might even convince Max to join a few scenting sessions.

“Space?” Max asked, “I don’t really need any space. You don’t have to change anything for me,”

“But where would you make a nest?” Lewis asked, frowning.

“A nest?” Max said, surprised to hear the word in conjunction with himself, “I never nested,”

“You probably wouldn’t,” George said, “but you might get the urge to, and it’s better that we foresee a space for it. Do you want one which you can share? Or just a small private one just for you,”

“Oh, not just for me,” Max said, and George nodded, smiling, even when Max meant that he didn’t need the space at all.

“Come on Daniel, let’s move over some furniture,” Lewis said, and Max could only stare when they freed up a corner of the space, and he suddenly felt almost uncomfortable.

“Do you really expect me to make a nest? Just like that?” Max asked, frowning “I mean, it’s not that I’m an omega, that I suddenly fling myself in making a cozy place for everyone,”

“Yeah, true,” Daniel said, “but if you ever feel the need, we just want you to have the space,”

“It’s not bad, right?” Lewis asked, standing a little closer to Max, who reflectively took a step back. The alpha frowned, wondering if there was something in his smell that put Max off.

“I guess,” Max said, but not moving to the free space.

“Here, let’s sit down, let’s see if we can tell you about the pack room a little. You got any questions already?” Daniel asked, pulling Max on the couch, letting him sit in the corner, and wedging himself against the omega.

Lewis went to sit in front of them, while George complained about Lewis ruining his shirt, and Max flushed when the Mercedes driver took it off. Normally, it didn’t bother him when someone took of their shirt, but George was definitely putting his scent out there in the open.

“So, uhm, you guys often…,” Max said, gesturing to the other couch, which they luckily hadn’t sat in.

“Not all the time,” George said, looking through his bag and smiling when he got a new shirt, “but Lewis was feeling a little worked up. Came like nothing,”

“Like nothing?” Max asked, not noticing the embarrassment in the other driver, and George nodded.

“Yeah, and he left me hanging,” George said, a grin on his face, and winking at Max and Daniel while he heard Lewis groan, “such a nice looking alpha as myself under him, and he didn’t even bother,”

“Well, guess me and Maxie here were more interesting,” Daniel said with some laughter, even when Max was still looking weirded out by the whole situation.

“You sure can say that” George said, while Lewis interrupted him with a cough, glaring at his teammate who was still smirking at him.

“You know, the pack room is first and foremost a room to relax in,” Lewis said, looking at Max, who looked oddly flushed, “you can just find your own corner, make a nest if it pleases you, or if you want to cuddle or scent and your own pack isn’t near, it’s easy to find someone willing,”

“Right,” Max said, “I guess that’s nice to know. Daniel and Checo said it would help,”

“Help with what?” George asked, and Max shifted uncomfortably, before he stopped suddenly when he felt the wet spot of his underwear rub against his skin.

“He just got his heat a week ago, you know how the scents are,” Daniel said, and George nodded in understanding.

“Oh, of course. Perhaps we should leave a few shirts lying around as well,” Lewis said, “scent plushies are a possibility as well,”

“I’ll ask some of the others as well. You already got some people whose scents you like?” George asks, and Max shook his head, not wanting to admit that he already liked what he was smelling right now.

“You like Brad’s scent, right?” Daniel asked, “perhaps we can find him, and you can have a shirt of him for your hotel room,”

“That’s too much,” Max said, getting up, feeling too overwhelmed, “well, it was nice getting to know about the room, might drop by if I feel like it, but I got to go now,”

“Maxie, hey Max, wait up,” Daniel said, startled when the omega just started to walk out of the room, just on the verge of running.

“I got something planned Daniel, that’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow, right? We got free practice then,” Max said, keeping a smile on his face while he was trying his best to not show just how much he felt blown over by all this.

“Ah, well, see you tomorrow,” Daniel said, frowning at Max, before glancing back to the other two.

“He seems to be a bit resistant against coming here,” George said, looking a little surprised by the sudden departure.

“Yeah. I guess he’s got some difficulty with the whole puberty thing,” Daniel said, “you know how difficult it can be,”

“And Max is Max,” Lewis said, looking thoughtfully at the door, “I hope he’ll come here if he has the need. An omega in a pack is always a blessing,”

“And you seemed to like his scent a lot,” George said, making Daniel look at him.

“Well, it’s a very pleasant scent,” Daniel said, and Lewis nodded, unable to deny it, “don’t you think so?”

“I did find it pleasant,” George said, “even if it made Lewis come like nothing,”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” Lewis said, making George laugh when the man slid down on the ground.

“You want to join too, Daniel? You seem a bit stressed out,” George said, feeling his pants being pulled down, and a hand grabbing his growing erection before a mouth descended on it.

“Might as well,” Daniel said, and Lewis pulled back so that George could go sit next to Daniel, who pushed his pants down as well, and enjoyed when the tall driver pressed his nose against him.

“You still smell like Max,” George said with a groan, feeling the mouth of his teammate around his member again, his hand playing with the knot tissue that only could swell when they were in an omega.

“I do,” Daniel said, happy that omegas scent always layered on top. He breathed in deeply while he felt George wrap his hand around his erection, perhaps imaging that it wasn’t the alpha that touched him, but the slightly coarse hand of Max.

Max was able to hide from everyone during the rest of the day, hiding in his hotel room and preparing himself for a sim session later in the week. He didn’t notice it at first, when he was starting to feel antsy.

But more and more he started to wriggle, start being distracted and slightly nervous.

Pacing around the room, he wondered what the trigger was, and it was only when he went into the bathroom, and he automatically started to relax, he realized what it might be.

Breathing in deep, he went to his clothes he had worn today, and pressed them to his nose. Scents of Daniel and Brad, and even Lewis and George, they were all in there. Breathing in deeply, Max felt his body relax at the faint scents, but he couldn’t help but crave more.

“Shit,” he swore, letting them go, and going back to his bedroom, going to the pile of pamphlets he had discarded the moment he had entered. Picking up one in a particularly ghastly shade of pink, he opened it, reading the passage where it said that some omegas craved trusted scents close to them, and would otherwise feel out of sorts.

“But is there anything you can do about it?” Max wondered out loud, reading the rest of the paragraph, and frowning when the solution was to have scented stuff near you.

Looking at the clock, it was already quite late, and he knew that disturbing anyone right now would be weird, but for asking them about worn clothes would be absolutely demented.

Max tried to keep himself occupied, even went to bed early, but found himself staring at the ceiling.

Cursing himself, he got out of the bed, got dressed again and drove all the way to the paddock, hoping that it would still be there.

Almost feeling like a burglar, he walked through the area, until he entered the pack room, relieved to haven’t encountered anyone. Turning on the light, he felt relief in his body when he scented the mingled scents.

He recognized the strong presence of Lewis, and the softer one of Daniel, a sharp tang that was George, and several others he would probably soon find out whom they belonged to.

But that wasn’t why he was here. Going to the couch, he sniffed the air, before ducking to the ground and grinning when he saw the discarded shirt of George, the scent of Lewis strongly on it.

Not wanting to be touching the cum, Max turned it inside out and shoved it under his shirt before making his way back to his hotel room.

There, he took it out, and just laid it next to his bed. It made him feel weird, to have this dirty shirt of George lying here, and he hoped that no one was ever going to find out about this.

Still, breathing in deeply, he let the scent permeate his senses, rooting him, making him feel sleepy. He ignored the faint wetness he felt appearing in between his cheeks, and the way his dick grew half hard, and finally managed to fall asleep.

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Max woke up after a good night sleep. His first one actually, ever since he had gone to heat. Taking a deep breath, the musk in the air made him groan and he felt how his half-hard dick grew just a little bit harder.

Not really awake, he let his hand drift lower, grasping his member and stroking it slowly, working it into a full erection. Then he stilled the hand when he suddenly felt some slick leak out of him. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it still felt weird.

Opening his eyes, the room was still mostly dark, but he turned on the light when he sat up. His sleeping shorts were tented, but it was especially the wet spot that gotten his attention.

He couldn’t really see it, but Max certainly felt it, especially when he was now sitting closer to the T-shirt he had stolen, the scent of arousal practically wafting from it.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Max took it in his hand and pressed it to his face, taking a deep breath through his nose. He felt a twitch in his dick when a glob of slick came out of the glans and wetted the front of his shorts as well.

“Well, might as well enjoy it,” Max said, scooting back on the bed and reclining on the pillows while he fisted his dick and kept the shirt close by.

He tried not to think too much about the slick that was leaking out of his backside, but he was curious about it nonetheless. He had tried to stick a finger in there when he had been heat, but the hole had been tight, and Mac couldn’t even imagine an alpha’s dick entering him.

His thoughts wandered to what he had seen in the pack room, at Lewis his still half-erect dick hanging from his pants. It had been positively gigantic.

“It’ll never fit,” Max muttered, letting his hand wander a bit further, cupping his own balls before rubbing the wet, slippery hole. He stayed on the other rim, just circling it, before pushing the tip of his finger in carefully.

Not unpleasant at all, but not really as pleasant as when he was just playing with his dick.

“Perhaps it’s only for female omega’s,” Max muttered, pulling the finger out and taking his slick covered hand back to his dick, not needing much more before he came in his hand.

The fluid was copious. As an omega, he didn’t have sperm, but his testicles were also filled with reserves of slick, which spurted out of him from both sides.

His shorts were now drenched, and his scent filled the room so much that he could hardly scent the shirt lying next to him. Max felt a little annoyance by that, realizing that as an omega, his scent would always overpower others.

Max got up from bed, and went to take a shower, needing to get rid of the scent of arousal before he went to go to Brad. It would be so embarrassing if the trainer noticed it.

Brad had been getting everything ready for Max to train. He had regretted not having been able to go check in on the omega when they had been shooting their vid. He still wasn’t 100% sur of leaving Max with Daniel.

Some of those alphas could all to easily take advantage of a young, just flowered omega. Especially when they were still ready to press themselves close to a good scenting alpha.

The opening door pulled him from his thoughts, and he stood straight when Max entered, with him a wave of scent which made Brad flush.

Sex.

Well, not sex, but definitely arousal and definitely smelled like Max had reached completion. Brad tried to breathe in shallowly, willing his body to not react to hard and glad that he had put a scent blocker on that just let his basic scent through without any extras.

“Hey Brad, I’m here,” Max said, and Brad tried to make his brain react to the omega.

“Good, that’s good,” Brad said, still staring a little at Max who frowned.

“Is something wrong?” Max asked, and Brad managed to shake himself out of his stupor.

“Oh, no, not really,” Brad said, “just didn’t sleep very well. And you?”

“I slept great,” Max said with a grin, making Brad realize that the omega did have a nice smile.

“That’s good. Time to work you into a sweat,” Brad said with a grin, ready to get to business now. He decided that they would need a good workout if he was to wash away the scent that betrayed Max had masturbated.

“Right, like always,” Max said, but his mood was still good. Passing Brad, he still felt the urge to throw himself close and paused. Brad noticed it to, and suddenly the alpha smiled at him gently and it made the feeling even worse.

Max let out a sudden whimper, but managed to hold himself back, even if it was a close call.

“You know, perhaps if we just scent a little bit now, you might get over this feeling,” Brad suggested, and he saw Max flush.

“But wouldn’t that be totally awkward?” the omega asked, hating the fact that he just couldn’t work-out with his trainer. He hated that Brad needed to go out of his way to indulge him before they got anything.

What would they do when he needed to drive? Have a cuddle in the pits?

Max couldn’t help but feel pathetic at his inability to control himself. There were dozens of omegas around, and he had never seen them suddenly turn into an alpha. Of course, most of the omegas here were already through their omegan puberty.

“It wouldn’t be too awkward,” Brad said, “or at least, it doesn’t have to be. Besides, the more you scent, the more you get used to the person your scenting with,”

“I’m already used to you,” Max said, “just not like this,”

“I know,” Brad said, still keeping the distance between him and Max, but he had noticed that the omega had started to lean towards him, “but it doesn’t have to be bad. It’ll make it easier for you to concentrate,”

“I guess it’s for the best then,” Max said, wondering if Brad was bothered by this, but he didn’t seem to be. He hadn’t seemed annoyed either when Max had pressed closer before.

“Here, I’ll prepare a little corner for us. Do you want to make the nest yourself?” Brad asked, and Max scrunched up his nose, never having made a nest before and knowing it would probably suck.

“No,” Max said, glad that Brad didn’t insist or ask him why.

“Okay, just let me fetch some blankets,” Brad said absentmindedly, quickly gathering some soft blankets and pillows and making them a rudimentary nest. He wasn’t really sure if it was good enough. He had seen enough omegas make the pillow fort, and he tried to mimic them.

Max approached cautiously, glancing at it, and Brad felt a bit embarrassed, hoping that the omega wouldn’t be disappointed by the lack of pillows and blankets, but Brad hadn’t expected to have to prepare a nest right now.

“I hope this is okay,” Brad said.

“Looks good enough,” Max said, shuffling his feet awkwardly, “uhm, so how do we do this?”

“Here, let me just sit here,” Brad said, sitting cross-legged and smiling at Max, “and you just do whatever your body tells you to,”

“Oh, I can do that,” Max said, cautiously approaching feeling the urge to press close increase.

Letting himself fall to his knees, he was glad for the soft pillow he fell on. He was now close to Brad, but not completely there.

Crawling the last meter, he supported a hand on Brad’s knees, and when he just stretched out his neck, he could put his nose into the neck, right where the major scent gland was located. Max made a small keening noise when he wasn’t close enough and crawled completely in the lap.

Brad gave grunt when he felt a knee on his upper tight, but the pain soon disappeared from his mind when Max wrapped his arms around his neck and rubbed his scent gland over Brad’s.

The pheromones mingling sent shivers down Brad’s spine, and he hoped that Max didn’t feel his erection, which was certainly rising.

He expected the omega to soon pull back, but instead he heard urgent whimpering noises while Max kept on rubbing their glands together, and Brad knew that he would smelling like Max for the rest of the day, no matter how many showers he would take.

“Max?” Brad asked, when he felt the omega tug on his shirt, and suddenly the body froze.

“Brad,” Max said, his voice hoarse while he slowly pulled away. Trying to stand, Max stumbled and fell back into Brad’s lap.

He was feeling rather dizzy, surrounded by the pheromones of the alpha. It had been a weird feeling when they scented. He wanted Brad to grasp him, press him close while Max made sure the entire body of his trainer was covered with his scent.

As if he…as if he wanted to warn other omegas off.

But Brad wasn’t pack, and it wasn’t Max’s right to claim him either.

Max felt ashamed of himself. His trainer had offered him a small scent session, to feel at ease, and instead he had kept pawing at the man as if he was wanton. And it didn’t help that he felt aroused as well.

“I’m sorry about that,” Max said, feeling a little to dizzy to get up from the moment, even when he was trying to push himself out of Brad’s lap. The alpha moved his legs a little, and Max felt himself fall deeper, the large arms of the trainer surrounding him.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s all normal,” Brad said, even if it was a bit more excessive than he had expected, “just get your bearings before you get up, don’t rush it,”

“Okay,” Max said, softly, stopping to struggle and just taking in a few deep breaths. Brad’s arms were still around him, and he felt safe and cocooned for a few moments, the alpha’s scent layering with his own.

His erection luckily died down after a few breaths and he just felt comfortable.

“I think it’s better now,” Max said reluctantly, not feeling like getting up, but he wasn’t here to scent and laze about.

“Okay, that’s fine. Let’s get you on your feet,” Brad said, and assisted Max in standing up.

The alpha felt some regret when the warm body left his lap, but he knew Max wasn’t doing this on purpose. There was a difference between instinct and intent, and he would respect Max. It was hard for an omega to come into their puberty, especially when they didn’t have a familial pack to support them through it.

Brad considered for a moment to ask about Max’s dad, knowing the man was an alpha, but he discarded the idea nearly immediately. Jos was not known for his soft approach, and it was something that Max needed now.

“How are you feeling?” Brad asked, getting up himself after Max managed to find his footing.

“I feel better,” Max said, surprised to find his mind a lot clearer. For so much as he had been desperately pressing close to Brad earlier, it seemed that he was easier to resist right now.

“Good, then we can begin now,” Brad said, and Max nodded, starting on the grueling set of exercises the trainer had chosen.

He did work up a sweat, but it just made his scent with the undercurrent of Brad’s scent all the more noticeable.

And every time Brad passed him, Max could scent himself all over the alpha, and somehow that was the best feeling of them all.

God, this omega business was sure making things so much more complicated than the needed to be.

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“Alright, I think this should do for free practice,” Brad said, giving Max a towel so he could get rid of his sweat.

By now the entire room smelled like the omega, the slightly sweet and tangy scent filling the entire room and it was making Brad feel a little heady, but nothing he could deal with. At least Max scent didn’t betray he had masturbated anymore.

Not that it would have been such a horrid thing to have discovered, but he didn’t think that Max would want people to know such details.

“I’m going to go take a shower, and get changed,” Max said. The sweat was dripping off of him, and it wasn’t the only liquid he could feel.

Whenever Brad touched him, he couldn’t help but be enticed by his scent, and after a while he had noticed a small layer of slick having wetted the area between his buttocks.

It was embarrassing to not be able to control that aspect of his body, but luckily, Brad didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Yeah, then we’ll do some stretching and reaction tests. Meet me here in half an hour?” Brad asked, and Max agreed, leaving the room.

Once the omega was gone, Brad left the room, hoping that by the time he was back the air filtering system would have cleaned the scent in the room for a bit.

It had been a difficult training session for him as well. The scenting in the beginning had been short of erotic for him, and afterwards he was surrounded by Max’s scent. He should have to start to wear tighter underwear soon, otherwise his boner might get noticed.

“What are you searching for?” Lewis asked. He had entered the pack room perhaps 5 minutes ago and had silently watched George looking under various pieces of furniture and pillows.

“Oh, me? My shirt,” George said, turning around before going back to his shirt.

“You’re wearing it,” Lewis said, looking at the other alpha in amusement.

“Not this one,” George said, a little bit of irritation in his voice.

“Well, whichever one it is, we’re going to be late soon,” Lewis said, and George gave a sigh, putting the pillow he had lifted back down, and going to Lewis.

“It was the one you ejaculated prematurely on,” George said, making Lewis bristle.

“I did not ejaculate prematurely,” the alpha said, frowning, even when a smile appeared on George’s face. He always loved to ruffle Lewis’s feathers.

“Yeah, you did. The moment Max came in. Been that long since you popped a knot?” George asked, “or was it just the sensational feeling of my dick in your hand?”

“One might think you’re arrogant,” Lewis said, shaking his head, but slightly amused none the less.

“I would say cocky,” George quipped, before his nostrils flared, “oh, watch it, Lewis.”

“What?” Lewis asked, until the scent reached his own nose, “ooh.”

“You think you can get past without dirty thoughts?” George asked, Max’s scent practically wafting from around the corner.

“Oh, aren’t we funny,” Lewis muttered, but he still braced himself. It was a nice scent. Never in his wildest imagination had he expected Max would ever have such a pleasant smell. Or that the man would present as an omega at the ripe age of 26.

The scent was coming closer, and when they turned the corner, it wasn’t Max they saw, but his personal trainer.

“Guess they scented,” George said, continuing to their side of the paddock, giving a nod to the man.

“Yeah, they must have done so,” Lewis said, his hand twitching a little when they passed the man, the scent of the omega thick in the air. It didn’t reek of sex, luckily, but Lewis couldn’t help but feel jealous.

The chance of Max cuddling with him was small indeed. Hell, the omega hadn’t seemed to be too interested in joining them in their pack room, which was a real shame. It would be nice to have the comforting scent layered in the area.

“Oh, cheer up. It’s free practice now. You can always try to get on top of him,” George said, making Lewis groan at the childish jokes.

George gave a grin back. He loved to rile up Lewis, but to be honest, the scent was making him feel hot and flushed as well. He hoped that Max would want to visit the pack room after free practice.

Perhaps they could invite the omega for a scenting, where they could explore each other scents much better.

And if he didn’t, well, perhaps he could see if he could get Lewis in the pack room. Or perhaps he could ask someone else, to take the edge off a bit.

“You ready, Max?” Brad asked, entering the room again, and not seeing the omega anywhere.

“Yeah, I am,” Max said, coming out of the side room, his hair still wet from the shower. His scent was less pronounced now, but still very present, and Brad knew it would build up soon enough.

“Good. Got you a snack, and then we can start on our stretches and reaction tests,” Brad said, and Max nodded, quickly grabbing the food and starting to eat.

During their stretches, he noticed that Max leaned in very close to him several times, each time inhaling Brad’s scent and there was something pleased coming from the omega.

Max just thought it so nice to scent both his and Brad’s scent layered together. It was somehow satisfying to have the alpha carry it around.

“You okay, Max?” Brad asked, noticing that Max wasn’t putting enough resistance to the stretch band around his head.

“Mmh?” Max asked, looking at Brad, his eyes a little distracted, “oh, yeah, right. Sorry.”

Max felt a little embarrassed about having been so distracted by the scent. It was still so new to him, and he had never really felt this way or expected that it would have such an impact.

“Okay, that’s all. Free practice is going to start soon,” Brad said, cleaning up their materials.

Max left the little room and went towards the garage. The moment he was in the hallway, he was startled by the scent.

In their small training room, it had been filled with the warm and comforting scent of one alpha he trusted, surrounding him and making him feel at ease.

But out here, it was a cacophony of scents, and the closer he came to the garage, the worse it became.

“Ah, Max, just in time,” Christian said, and the driver turned to him, trying to concentrate on the base.

“Christian, hi,” Max said, his voice perhaps a little high pitched when a mechanic passed him, the scent not unpleasant, but too much for his system. Christian frowned at the omega, seeing the pinched look.

“You okay for free practice?” Christian asked, looking worried.

“Yes, of course,” Max said, trying to get his focus back. This being an omega wasn’t going to change anything about his driving. He would definitely make sure of that.

“Good. Now, get your helm on,” Christian said, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “at least out there, you’ll have no scents.”

“Yeah,” Max said, putting on his helm and going to sit in the car. He breathed in deeply, trying to center himself and get lost in his focus, even when the alpha fastening his seatbelt was so close to him that Max could practically taste his scent, which was luckily layered with an omega scent, showing he was taken and also making the scent call out to him less.

The moment he was on the track was almost bliss. Taking the fast corners and trying to get just a little more speed from his car was taking up all his focus, making him forget all about the scents and the heats. All about pack rooms and arousal and slick coming out of him.

It was just him and the car and making sure he was the first one.

“That was a great session,” Max when he was let out, his engineers agreeing, and he managed to keep a smile on his face trying to hide his distress.

“Why don’t you go rest for a while,” one of the said, gently smiling at him and Max flushed a little when he realized that the man could probably scent his emotions.

“Well, I see you back soon,” Max said, quickly escaping the garage and hurrying up towards the small room he and Brad occupied while they were preparing for the free practice.

He walked around with big paces, not paying much attention to his surroundings, just wanting to get away.

“Oi, Max,” Daniel said, making Max look up and seeing the alpha coming out of a door and into the hallway.

“Daniel,” Max said, the warm scent of the other driver reaching him and unlike his mechanic, there was no omega scent layered with it that made it less attractive for Max. He tried to breath in shallowly, and he clenched his hands in fists in an effort to not reach out.

He wanted the comfort of another scenting session, and Daniel’s base scent was nice and warm. It was a bit like Brad’s but not completely the same. Still, Max knew he shouldn’t want to scent with the alpha even if he currently desired to be pressed with his nose against the man’s scent gland.

“You want to go to the pack room? To chill out for a bit?” Daniel asked. The alpha kept his smile on his face, trying to look non-pressuring and inviting at the same time.

Max’s scent was filling the hallway, and Daniel hoped to be in his neighborhood a little while. The scent was calming and nice and warm. Part of him had hoped that the omega would press his nose close against his scent gland, like he had seen Max do with Brad and what he had done to Daniel when he had been startled when they had gone into the pack room.

“Ah, no. I’m going to do some stretches with Brad,” Max said, using a quick excuse. He knew he shouldn’t go to the pack room.

It was not his space. And after having scented with Brad, he realized that his scent would probably ruin the cozy atmosphere. His scent was still that of an omega and would dominate the room. It would probably put the alphas on edge to have such an unfamiliar scent filling their space.

“Too bad,” Daniel said, looking a little disappointed, “well, if you change, your mind, you know where to find me.”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” Max said, smiling at the man, trying to hold back when Daniel passed him, but he could stop from reaching out to the man, grasping his arm in a move he couldn’t stop. The urge to press himself close to the alpha filled him, but he managed to ignore it just in time.

“Anything wrong, Max?” Daniel asked, his eyes a little wide, and looking at the omega in surprise.

“I…I…uhm, do you also have the interview after free practice?” Max asked, having taken a few moments to think of an excuse for his actions.

“Me? No. Isn’t it with Charles and Lando?” Daniel asked, trying not to move too much. He could see Max breath in a few times, his eyes slightly glazed and his hand still holding Daniel’s arms.

“Oh, right,” Max said, and with a tremendous effort let go of Daniel, “well, I’ll see you later.”

The omega turned around and ran away, his scent trailing behind him, slightly distressed, and Daniel looked a little sad at him.

“Probably overwhelmed,” the alpha muttered, knowing how hard it could be when one came into their designation. And it must be so bad if Max didn’t even have the luxury of hiding himself away.

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“Hey there,” George said, smiling when he entered the pack room and he saw Charles and Lando hanging around. He didn’t waste any time, and took Lando in a hug, rubbing his scent gland against the other alpha.

“Well, don’t you seem eager,” Lando said, looking a little surprised, but easily overcoming it. A hand was sudden pressing against George’s cock, and the Mercedes driver groaned at the feeling of it.

“Yeah, well, there is a newly flowered omega in the paddock, and his scent is everywhere,” George groaned. It had been bad enough when he had passed Brad before free practice, but he had been curious and had snuck into the garage on Red Bull side.

The car had positively reeked of pleased omega.

Yes, there had been some scents of distress as well, but when Max had been driving, he must have forgotten all about the extra stress and pressure because it had been such a divine scent coming from the racing car.

“Haven’t seen Max yet,” Lando said pouting a little, slipping his hand into Georg’s pants “is it that good?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” George said, glad when Charles scent approaches them.

“We have an interview with him soon,” the Ferrari driver said, and George pulled him closer as well, rubbing his scent gland as well.

“He seems to be rather high strung,” Lando said, a mischievous grin on his face, “perhaps we can help him relax?”

“I always thought you had a pretty mouth for an alpha, Charles,” George said with a wink.

“Why don’t you let him see how talented it is as well,” Lando said, and Charles smirked, letting himself gracefully fall between the legs of the Mercedes driver, and soon he had his lips wrapped around the cock, and George’s head fell back groaning.

This, combined with the scent of pleased omega from earlier was driving him crazy. He pressed his face against Lando’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent, but it wasn’t the one he really wanted to scent. The door opened, and another scent invaded the room, and George felt a smile tug on his lips when he recognized the familiar alpha scent.

“You know, Lewis ejaculated the moment he smelled Max enter here,” George said with a groan, “so premature.”

“I didn’t ejaculate prematurely,” Lewis said, frowning at the scene in front of him, “should you be doing this before free practice 2?”

“Yeah, I should. Hard to drive with a boner,” George said with a gasp, his hand grasping Charles hair when the Ferrari driver did something wicked with his tongue.

“We got an interview with Max this evening,” Lando said, sounding a little worried.

“I wonder how he’ll react to your scent. He likes Daniel’s, I think,” Lewis said, remembering the way Max had been pressing close to the Aussie.

“It’s a good thing he’s not scheduled to be interviewed together with Oscar. A newly flowered omega with a newly flowered alpha,” Lando said, “just like high school.”

“Well, it’s not like Max can get pregnant,” Lewis said, and George let out another groan.

“Wouldn’t mind trying,” George said, gasping, “popping my knot, making sure he’s filled with me while he covers me with his scent.”

“Of course, mate,” Lewis said, patting his shoulder, and trying to not think about the mental image it gave him.

George was breathing heavy now, Charles doing his best and he was feeling on the edge when suddenly the door to the pack room opened again and this time the scent of the omega reached him.

“Argh,” he gasped out, coming suddenly, choking Charles just a little, making the Ferrari driver pull away, cum dripping down his chin.

His gaze went to the door, and was disappointed to not see Max there, but Daniel.

“Oh, I see,” Lando said, his eyes wide, before he got up and bounded over to Daniel.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Daniel said, looking a little surprised to find Lando suddenly pressed to him.

“We were just discussing Max,” Charles said, getting up and wiping his mouth.

“Yeah, I see you were very busy discussing him,” Daniel said with a raised eyebrow, but some worry in his face as well.

“Is something wrong?” Lewis asked, seeing Daniel’s look.

“Wrong? No not really,” Daniel said, “I hope you’re not going to jump Max when he comes in here. He’s still very overwhelmed by all the scents.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t do anything he won’t like,” George was quick to say, his dick still hanging from his pants, “just imagine the lucky sod who got to share his virgin heat.”

“I think it was Brad,” Daniel said, taking a seat, “I’ve seen them together. Max can barely keep to himself.”

“That’s normal for omegas though,” Charles said, “I wonder if he’ll do it to any of us.”

“I hope he’ll come here soon,” Lewis said, “they even stocked up on nesting material. Man, we never had an omega on the grid before.”

“He didn’t want to come today,” Daniel said with a shrug.

“I’ll ask him another time,” Lando said, grinning. He had always had a good bond with Max, and him being an omega wasn’t going to change that. There might even be some extra benefits added to it, after all, when they were on the move, they were each other’s pack, and it helped to have so many people around to take the edge off.

“Are you okay, Max?” Brad asked, noticing the distressed scent coming from the omega, sitting curled up against the wall in his room. The alpha hesitated for a moment, before settling himself on the floor next to the omega.

“Can I…no, never mind,” Max said, first leaning towards Brad, before violently pulling himself away, tugging nervously on his own sleeve.

“Do you want to scent?” Brad asked.

“…no,” Max denied, even though he desperately wanted to press close, scent the man and center himself again, “I mean, free practice went well. I drove well.”

“You did,” Brad agreed, “like you always do.”

“I got an interview this evening,” Max said after a while, and at the sentence there was a spike in his scent that betrayed how uncomfortable he was with that thought.

“Just you?” Brad asked, his voice calm and it helped settle the nerves in Max a little bit.

“Lando and Charles will be there as well. I haven’t seen them since…since my, you know,” Max said, still having difficulties to talk about.

“I know,” Brad said, thinking the problem over.

“God, what if one of the journalists got a good scent? What if I can’t stop myself from scenting them?” Max said, putting his face in his hands while he thought about the horrific moment, he would press close to someone he disliked.

“How about, we distract you with a different scent?” Brad said, making Max look up at him in confusion.

“A different scent?” Max asked, and Brad nodded.

“You know, I’ll give you one of my shirts. You can wear it underneath yours and my scent will hopefully keep you rooted,” Brad said, “it should work.”

“You think so?” Max said, hopefully.

“Yeah, I do,” Brad said, patting Max’s back, “now, let’s get ready for FP2, and I’ll keep this shirt on for the rest of the day and make sure to work up a good sweat to make my scent stick, okay?”

“Yes, right, okay,” Max said, getting up a flush on his cheeks while he followed Brad to prepare.

It took some mental strength to not let his mind go to the other shirt in his possession that had been covered with scents, the one he had pressed close to his face when he had pleasured himself.

He wondered if Brad would want his shirt back soon.

Charles was feeling reasonably happy after FP2. The car drove well enough, and he was sure that he would be a contender for pole, and hopefully later for the podium as well in the race. As long as everything went well.

“Ready for the interview?” his PR specialist asked, and he nodded, adjusting the collar of his shirt a little while he got to his seat on the couch. Lando was already there, and the younger alpha grinned at him, both of them having taken an outer seat, both of them curious towards Max.

The omega showed up ten seconds before they started, his face looking like usual, but when Charles inhaled, he could scent the nervosity on Max, and underneath the distracting emotion he scented the omega’s base scent.

George had definitely not been lying.

The omega sat down on the couch, his eyes a little wide and staring at Charles, but each time the alpha looked at him, he glanced away.

The omega swallowed, and took a big inhale, glad that Brad’s shirt was close to him. It did mask the scent coming from Charles a little. It was almost like the scent on the shirt he had stolen in the pack room, the one that George had been wearing when Lewis had come all over him.

But there wasn’t a lot of Lewis sticking to Charles, but a lot of George and the sent was hot and tantalizing and Max could just imagine what they had done in the pack room to cause it.

“Hiya Max,” Lando said with a grin, his cheeks a little rosy while he settled a little closer to the omega.

“Hi Lando,” Max said, breathing a little shallowly, and swallowing, “saw your stream last week.”

“You did? Great,” Lando said, grinning, and Charles looked amused to see him posturing a bit, so he decided to interrupt before the alpha could make a fool of himself in front of all the reporters.

“So Max, are you prepared?” Charles asked, seeing the omega look at him in confusion.

“Prepared?” Max asked.

“Yes, to lose your winning streak. Ferrari is getting better,” Charles said, and he could see the relief on Max’s face when the banter turned to the cars again.

Of course, the peace couldn’t last when the interview started, and the very first question was about Max’s designation.

“Max, seeing you just flowered as an omega, how do you think you’ll go through the season? Will it impact your driving?” the man asked, and Charles could smell the irritation on Max, and he was sure that those seated close to them could as well.

He saw several shakes of the head, and vicious grins on those faces, knowing full well that Max would rip the man a new one for implying he wouldn’t be able to drive.

“Mmh, I didn’t know that being an omega suddenly took my ability away to drive. Is it the same with alphas?” Max asked, looking at Lando and Charles, “guess we’ll just have to find out, but if FP2 is any reference, I think that I’ll manage.”

“How about your heats? How will you manage those?” the journalist asked, and this elected a red-hot blush from max, the question rude.

“You should ask Oscar,” Lando said, “he already went through his third rut, and he’s not looking forward to getting one during a race weekend.”

“Right, those were though,” Charles said, and Max looked relieved when they were hijacking his questions.

“Are there any concerns about getting staff pregnant?” the same man asked, trying to get an aggressive reaction from Max.

“Excuse me?” Max said, his eyes wide, “why should me being an omega make me afraid of getting the staff pregnant?”

Charles and Lando stared at the man, equally confused.

“Like you know, a male omega’s hormones are a very powerful fertility aid. Does Red Bull have some extra precautions in place to not lose too many staff in paternity leave,” the man asked.

Max took in a few deep breaths, glad that he was wearing Brad’s shirt.

“I think we’re past the age were we must ask people to not be close to their packs or partners,” Max said, glaring at the journalist who always tried to get him to burst out. It had worked in the past, but he wasn’t a young hot head anymore, “so could we please pass the rude questions that diss me for being an omega, and just go to the ones were you insult my driving style, like usual.”

“You get him there Max,” Lando said, slinging his arm over Max, who tried his best to not flush at the closeness of the alpha.

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The interview went well after one journalist got shot down. Max knew that they were still curious about how his being an omega fitted in all of it, and to be honest, he wasn’t even so sure of it himself.

He had told himself that nothing was going to change, but there were those little things already. Like him, wearing Brad’s shirt, the scent just strong enough to reach his nose. He was still feeling overwhelmed by the other scents, and Lando was now plastered to his side, making it so hard to not put his nose against his scent gland.

Max was more than happy when the interview ended, and he could disappear, but Charles and Lando followed him out.

“Hey Max,” Lando said, grinning at him, holding his arms a bit weirdly and Charles trying his best not to laugh at the way Lando was posturing for the omega.

“Hi,” Max said back, feeling a little out of his depth.

“You want to come to the pack room for a bit?” Lando asked.

“Uhm, I got something else to do,” Max said, feeling awkward about the question. He didn’t want to outright say no to the request, but the last time had been very weird.

“At this time? I thought it would be fun to say hi to everyone before the driver’s parade tomorrow,” Charles said, stepping a little closer to Max, “a little bit of small talk and relaxation.”

“Right, you two can go and …relax,” Max said. Now that Charles had approached it was hard to not smell the scent of sex coming from him. It was clear he and George had done…something.

It made Max’s mouth feel dry, and he saw Charles’ smile fall into a frown and the nostrils widening, making Max realize that his scent must show something about his conflicting emotions.

“Are you nervous,” Lando asked, not so shy as Charles, and he had almost pressed his nose closer to Max when Charles put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Lando, don’t be rude,” Charles said, just when Max made a keening noise.

The omega clapped his hand in front of his mouth when the two alphas looked at him. The noise had escaped him without meaning to, the scent of an alpha so close and suddenly pulled away had triggered it.

“I’m sorry,” Max said, his face red, “it’s because, you know.”

“Don’t worry, we know,” Charles said, tentatively touching Max’s arm, and smiling at the omega in comfort “I got my alpha puberty when I started to drive for Sauber, remember?”

“Yeah, I do,” Max said, “it’s less funny now.”

Charles laughed at that statement, patting Max’s back.

“Yeah, it helps to put things in perspective,” Charles said, “so, you really don’t want to say hi?”

“I never go to the pack room,” Max said, trying to find excuses.

“A good day to start,” Lando said, interjecting himself in the conversation again, “man, the way you talked to those journalists.”

In between Charles and Lando, Max was herded to the pack room, unable to say now. He tried not to breath in too deeply, wondering how most of the drivers on the grid seemed to be exuding such nice scents.

At least he had Brad’s shirt on to help him center his mind a little. The calm alpha’s scent was nice and warm, and even though the shirt felt a little moist when he put it on, he wasn’t disgusted with it.

“Let’s see if there’s still someone in,” Lando said, opening the door and not surprised to see Lewis, George and Daniel still in there. The alphas knew that Lando and Charles were going to try and get Max to the pack room again, and apparently thought it worth the bother to wait.

“Hiya guys. Been doing naughty stuff without us?” Lando asked, pulling Max along to sit on the couch beside him.

“Nothing much. Just some scenting,” Daniel said, smiling at Max.

“Do alphas scent with each other?” Max asked, confused. He had always been thought that scenting was more of an omega thing. His dad had been slightly derisive about it, but not much.

“Alphas like it too,” Lewis calmy explain, “it’s nicer with an omega, but it’s fine with other alphas as well.”

“Ah, right,” Max said, trying to ignore the way Lewis was looking at him.

“Scenting is fun,” Daniel said, grinning, “haven’t you scented yet?”

“Oh, I did,” Max said, glad to not sound too naïve, “it was nice.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said, looking a little disappointed for some reason. An awkward silence filled the room, and Max shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a bit headachy because of all the different scents.

“You know, we have stuff to build a nest now,” George said with a grin, “you want to check it out?”

“Why?” Max asked, confused.

“Because you’re an omega, duh,” Lando said, “you might want to build one when you’re feeling lonely, or when you want some cuddles.”

“I’m not like that,” Max said frowning. He had never asked for a cuddle in his entire life, he wasn’t going to start now, “you know guys, it’s going to be a busy day tomorrow, so I’ll just leave you to your scenting.”

“You sure you don’t want to join?” Charles asked, looking at Max, “we all know how hard it is when you flower.”

“I’m fine,” Max exclaimed, feeling as if he wanted to crawl out of his skin. The scents were too enticing, and it was upsetting him how little resistance he had to it.

He had to fight the urge to crawl into someone’s lap and just rub his face off their glands, making sure that they were marked in his scent for all the paddock to know.

But Max didn’t. Instead, he got up from the couch, trying to look at everyone without feeling as if his face would flame up.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you guys that often in here, so you can scent all you want,” Max said, and before anyone could stop him, he was out of the room.

Silence followed when he had left, the alphas sitting awkwardly, trying not to frown at the scent of distress that Max left in his wake.

“You think he’s just not into our scents,” Lewis muttered, scratching his head and trying to not show his disappointment too much. The thing was that he was very much into Max’s scent, and he had hoped that the omega would feel something for a scenting session or at least building a nest here.

“Yeah, must be,” Charles said, frowning, “you think he’ll ever want to build a nest?”

“I don’t know,” Daniel said, looking at where Max had gone too, his nostrils flaring when he tried to bring home the other scent on Max, “omegas only build nests where they will feel safe.”

Lando snorted, and suddenly everyone was looking at him.

“I could just imagine him building a nest inside his car,” Lando said, grinning, and electing smiles from the older alphas around him.

“That would be Max, right,” Daniel said with a grin, imaging the omega snuggled with as much blankies and pillows he could fit in the tight cockpit and the engineers having to figure it out how to get the omega comfortable without it.

“I visited the Red bull garage after FP1,” George said, “man, the scent of pleased omega was lingering in there, you wouldn’t believe how good it was.”

“I love a pleased omega,” Lewis said, trying to not think too much about it.

Daniel agreed with the sentiment though. The alphas dispersed, the evening getting late, and like Max said, it would be busy the next day, with FP 3 and the qualifiers awaiting them.

Just when Daniel was about to leave, he got another whiff of Max’s scent and the other scent.

“Brad,” Daniel said, feeling jealous of the trainer. Normally, the alpha’s scent should have been dispersed if Max hadn’t been near him for so many hours, unless they had scented a few times today.

Or…if Max was wearing a piece of Brad’s clothing.

The realization hit Daniel like a ton of bricks. Sharing clothes was something an alpha only did when they were either in a pack with an omega, or they were courting them.

It seemed like Max had quickly found himself someone who cared for him. Daniel was happy for the other driver, he truly was. But another part of him was feeling jealous.

“You never know, perhaps he will want more than one alpha around,” Daniel said, snorting at himself. No way would Max be interested in him. So far, the omega had shown as little interest in them as was possible.

Besides, Max had insisted before that Daniel just treated him like before.

God, did he already get friend zoned?

Max was glad when he came back to his hotel room, happy to hide away from the world one more. He was just on the way to the bathroom to take a quick shower before he would go play some game or something to relax before it was bedtime.

Reaching the bathroom, he took off his shirt, and stopped.

“Right, I’m still wearing Brad’s,” Max said, fingering the fabric of the too large shirt. Some of the scent now stuck to his skin, and Max couldn’t help but press his nose in.

After a moment of hesitation, he took off his pants and in just his boxers and the oversized shirt, he went back out of the bathroom. He had already showered before the interview, might as well keep on the sweaty shirt and shower tomorrow morning.

Settling on his bed, he took out his laptop and let his thoughts drift off towards the pack room.

A nest, they expected him to have the need to build a nest. Max snorted. As if he ever wanted to cuddle in a mountain of soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets.

Well, the idea did seem comfortable, and he had always liked to have a full bed. Even when he had been smaller, he had loads of stuffies which he always had to settle just right in bed, at least until his dad had deemed too old to have stuffies.

Frowning, Max but the laptop to the side, not really in the mood for gaming. He looked at his bed, which seemed empty with just two pillows and a blanket.

“Would it be hard?” Max wondered. Everyone said that omegas were good at building a nest with just pure instincts. But he didn’t have a lot of things to build with, just some extra blankets from the closet but no clothes or scent stuffies from any alphas.

Still, now the idea had gripped him, Max wanted to try it out. Getting out of the bed, he went to the closet and took out all of the blankets. They all had the scent of a washing product on them, but that was okay.

Frowning, he stacked them on the bed, and moved them along a little, not really getting the feel of excellence from them. Frowning a little, he moved them around again, before he had something that looked soft and comfy.

Now, he just needed some comforting scents. He already had Brad’s shirt on, but that was not enough to fill the nest.

A little embarrassed, Max took out George’s shirt again, the scent already faded for the most part, but it would just add that little extra, make him feel less alone.

Settling in the middle of his nest, Max still thought it was inadequate, but the closeness of the pillows and blankets gave him some sort of comfort.

Curling up around the dirty shirt of George, he was glad when the scent mingled with his and Brad’s, and soon, he drifted off to sleep, a half dream of an alpha spooning him while he was pressed with his cheek against another alphas chest entered his mind, only to be forgotten when it was morning.

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Max was warm when he woke, his face pressed into the shirt which still held a faint residue of both George and Lewis.

Inhaling deeply, Max gave an involuntary whine, not having woken up completely yet. The scent was too vague, and he wanted the alphas to come to his nest and leave some more scents for him to bask in.

Opening his eyes, it felt almost weird to be alone in the pile of blankets and pillows, and it took a few moments before Max realized that it wasn’t weird at all. Sitting up, he went with his hand through his short hair, his nostrils widening when he caught Brad’s scent mingled with his own.

“Right, I’m still wearing the shirt,” Max said with a frown. He was feeling sticky with not only his sweat, but Brad’s sweat as well. He really wanted to take a shower, to feel clean again, but that meant erasing most of the alphas scent which clung to his body.

Normally, omegas would just scent a little after their showers, to gain the scents again, but Max didn’t have a pack to scent with.

“All my scents are stolen,” the omega said aloud, frowning at that thought. It was rather true for George’s shirt he had so blatantly stolen, but Brad’s shirt had been freely given.

But only because he was having difficulty and the alpha had been the only one, he had dared to tell. So far, Brad had been terribly nice about it all, but Max knew that it was just because the man was his performance coach.

Guess he must really make a pathetic omega if the man took so much pity on him.

Giving a sigh, he removed the shirt and went to take a shower. He really wasn’t cut out for all of this omega and alpha business. Why couldn’t he just race and do nothing else?

Getting back out of the shower, he wrapped himself in the towel and stared at the two shirts on the bed that weren’t his. Max contemplated them for a while and feeling absolutely annoyed with himself for wanting to push his face into them, he grabbed them.

He put them in the sink of the bathroom and added soap to them and let them soak for a bit while he got dressed.

Sure that all the scents must be out of the shirts by now, he rinsed them off and hung them to dry.

“Let’s get some Sim racing in,” Max said to himself, wanting to be able to relax a bit and take his mind off the fact that he had made a nest and that those two shirts had been a crucial element of it.

“How are you doing Oscar?” Lando asked, clapping the young alpha on the shoulder when they walked into each other on the way to the pack room.

“I’m fine,” the man said, his face like usual rather calm even though his scent was slightly agitated, still getting used to scenting all the people around him.

“Of course you are,” Lando said with a grin, glad that he had already passed that phase, “so, you got near Max yet?”

“No, I haven’t,” Oscar said, a frown appearing on his face, a little bit of worry appearing, “do you think it’ll be bad when I do?”

“I think it’s going to be absolutely horrendous,” Lando said, looking amused, “both of you without blocker and then the glorious scent of an omega near you. He’ll instantly scent how aroused you’ll be.”

“Who says I’ll be aroused?” Oscar asked with a frown, the two of them entering the pack room where Charles and Carlos where.

“Aroused?” Carlos asked, looking at the two men in curiosity.

“We were discussing what would happen if he ran into Max,” Lando said, grinning and glancing at the pile of nesting materials, which hadn’t been touched.

“Oh, he does have a nice scent,” Charles said, smiling, “Lando couldn’t stop himself from posturing before him.”

“I did not posture,” Lando said, a flush on his cheeks, while Carlos snorted.

“Don’t forget there were camera’s,” the Spaniard said, already taking out his phone and looking up the memes that had been made.

“Oh, look at you trying to flex,” Oscar said with a grin, happy that the focus had now shifted to teasing Lando instead of him.

He opened his nostrils and took in the scent of all the alphas in here, liking the way it was non-aggressive and layered, but like usual it was missing something.

It made him wonder if Max would soon visit this room and he would finally get to scent the omega for the first time.

Max was feeling self-conscious while he walked into the paddock, keeping his pace purposeful in the hope that no one would try and stop him for a talk. In his bag, he had hidden the two shirts he had gotten, hoping to return them.

And more important, hoping to put George’s shirt somewhere in the pack room without anyone knowing he had been there, which meant that he needed to get in there when no one was there.

“Heya Max, ready for the warm-up?” Brad asked when he entered the room. The omega immediately felt some warmth bloom in him when he inhaled the scent of his trainer, and for a moment all thoughts left his head, “Max?”

“What?” Max asked, blinking at the man, his eyes wide.

“I asked if you were ready for the warm-up?” Brad asked, approaching the omega slowly. His nostrils flared, but this time there was no scent of Max having orgasmed recently and a moment later he felt bad when he actually regretted the absence.

“Of course I’m ready,” Max said, suddenly rummaging in his bag, “and before I forgot, here’s your shirt. I washed it and all.”

“Right, thank you,” Brad said, keeping the smile on his face and trying to not be disappointed to not get the clothing item back with the omega’s scent all over it.

After all, this hadn’t been a courtship gift. It had just been something to temporarily help Max out, until the omega had found a pack of his own to get shirts and scent items from.

Grasping the shirt, Max stiffened up, his scent changing a little and Brad knew that the omega was holding back right now. An understanding smile appeared on Brad’s face, and he took a step closer, both men still holding the shirt.

“Do you want to scent before we start?” Brad asked, looking at Max, who was blinking dazedly at him.

“Yes,” the omega almost gasped, but he didn’t make a move towards Brad.

“I got nesting materials with me today, if you want,” Brad said, and Max let out a small needy whimper at those sounds and Brad knew that he had done right.

Seeing that Max seemed to be frozen, he felt brazen. Putting his hand carefully on the small of Max’s back, making sure to go gently and give the omega every chance to shrug him off.

Max only turned his head to stare more at Brad, who was amused that Max was still holding the shirt as well.

Gentle pressure and Max started to walk towards the little corner that he had already made ready, a few blankets and pillows leaning against the wall.

“Here, why don’t you sit and adjust, so it’s perfect,” Brad said, helping Max sit down, but the omega wasn’t letting go of him.

“Perfect, Brad,” Max said shortly, and the trainer let himself be pulled down, and a moment later he was pushed down into the soft pillows while Max draped himself over Brad.

The omega was lying completely over the alpha, his nose pressed in the scent gland and Brad felt how Max’s groin was pressed to his thigh and it was clear that there was something happening there when the scent of arousal grew, and Max couldn’t help but grind against him.

Brad’s body couldn’t help reacting, and he wanted to grasp Max and gently lay the omega on his back before rubbing their scent glands together, but before he could react to that thought, a knock sounded on a door and a moment later it was swung open, a wide-smiling Daniel poking his head in.

“Hey Max, you here…” the man said, the smile falling from his face when first the scent registered and then he saw the two in the small nest.

Brad could have thrown a shoe at the man for interrupting now.

Of course, Max shot right up, the aroused and happy scent immediately being covered by embarrassment as he sat up, and Brad felt the wet slick of the backside press against his leg before Max managed to get up completely, his face as red as a tomato.

“Daniel, hi,” Max said, sounding breathless, and unable to look at the alpha, or at Brad for that matter.

Once again, he had gotten carried away during the scenting, and it had been half a miracle that Brad hadn’t pushed him off in disgust.

His aroused scent must have been more than present in the room, and he could just see Daniel’s shocked gaze on the both of them and shame grabbed him.

Would Daniel now think he had nothing better to do then rub himself against alphas before FP3? The thought made his stomach squeeze.

“Max,” Daniel said, blinking at him. Behind him, Max heard Brad stand up, and felt the big hand on his shoulder, which was comforting. He was really glad his trainer didn’t seem to mind him being like this.

It was a comfort to know he could do stupid things like that and have the man understand it was just because of the massive influx of omega hormones.

“So, Daniel, what are you doing here?” Brad asked, his tone sounding pleasant enough, but Daniel did recognize the small threatening posture Brad was taking on and he had to do his best to not react and challenge the other man.

This had nothing to do with him. Max was free to pick out any alpha or alphas he liked. If he just wanted Brad, that was fine too.

“I just wanted to ask Max if he wanted to go to the pack room,” Daniel said, vaguely gesturing to the side, “uhm, there are nesting materials there?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah, thanks for the offer,” Max stuttered, out, glancing at the small nest in the corner that must be filled with Max’s scent right now, “I still need to warm-up.”

“Right, of course,” Daniel said, understanding that he had been interrupting something. Of course, Max would want to be with his packmate and get rid of some of the tension. It wasn’t an unknown factor that both newly presented omegas and alphas were quickly aroused and were quite sexually active.

“I’ll see you later, okay Daniel?” Max asked, keeping his distance, hoping that the few meters he was away from Daniel would make sure that his scent wouldn’t reach the alpha’s nose.

“Sure thing, Maxie,” Daniel said, the grin reappearing on his face before closing the door.

The moment he was sure that the door was closed again, the smile fell. It seemed that Max had little reason to join them in the pack room. Feeling a little dejected, Daniel hoped that there was someone in now.

To be honest, Max’s aroused scent was really doing something special to him, and he knew that he was sporting a half hard erection, which would be all too noticeable on camera.

Max stared a few moments at the door, Daniel’s scent slowly fading.

“So, ready to start? Or do you want to continue scenting first?” Brad asked. Max turned around, still filled with embarrassment.

“No, I’m good,” the omega said. “Sorry about….,”

“No, don’t you worry about that,” Brad said with a smile, “it’s all a normal part of omega puberty. Just know, I’m here for you if you need me.”

“Thanks,” Max said, smiling warmly at Brad and the alpha really had to fight the desire to guide Max back to the nest to continue that scenting session.

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s see how grateful you are after your warm-up,” the trainer said, grinning when Max groaned.

Yeah, he would make sure that Max would work-out a lot and fill the entire room with his scent.

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“You really are serious about this warm-up,” Max said, wincing a little when Brad pulled a little harder on the resistance band, feeling sweat trickle down his back.

“Yeah, need to make sure you give all those alphas the slip,” Brad said with a grin, which made Max pleased, and Brad relished in that happy scent.

It was something he took pride in, getting the omega to relax with him and to make him happy. It was clear that Max was very tense because of his current situation, and he needed to have a safe heaven, and Brad was more to happy to provide it.

“I will, don’t you worry,” Max said, always confident. It was something he liked to see in the other man.

“Well, I think we’re done with the warm-up, so go get them,” Brad said, cleaning up the area, and enjoying the warm scent of the omega.

Max nodded, shrugging on his driver suit before taking a deep breath, enjoying the last of the scent that Brad had been exuding. It was clear the alpha did wear a basic blocker, but nothing more and his base scent without emotions was very present.

Trying to keep his body relaxed, he stepped out of the room and into the hallway, where a whirlwind of scents was collected, and he hurried over to the garage, trying to concentrate on Brad’s scent still present on his body.

The busy area was full of alpha scents, and it was very confusing to have them all intermingling so much, even if he was getting used to it.

“Ready, Max?” GP asked, patting Max on the back. The omega turned to the base, glad that the scent of the other man was nearly non-existent.

“Aren’t I always,” Max said, trying to keep his bravado on, even if he starts to feel more hostile to the environment.

“Yeah, you are,” GP said, before disappearing to the pit wall, leaving Max to climb into the car and being strapped in by an engineer.

Closing his visor, he managed to center himself, and then FP3 started, and he just did what he usually did.

FP3 and afterwards qualifying went wonderful, and Max managed to get pole, showing everyone that his secondary gender didn’t matter in getting the first place.

But then there was the thing that did matter. The post qualifying interview, this time with George and Charles.

Max felt nervous for it, far much more nervous than he ever did for a race. It reminded him of George’s shirt, still buried in his bag, now cleaned and devoid of scent, but still very much present.

“I’m looking forward to the interview,” George said with a grin, falling in pace next to Charles, who looked at him in with a raised eyebrow.

“Only you, George, only you,” Charls said, looking a little amused.

“Oh, come one. It’s with Max,” George said, “at least we’ll be able to catch his scent for a bit, seeing that he doesn’t come to the pack room.”

“Daniel said that he had formed a pack with Brad,” Charles said, and George frowned, looking a little disappointed at that news.

“Really? I didn’t see him being courted properly,” George said.

“They must have done so in private,” Charle said, shrugging a bit.

“I guess,” George said, falling silent when they walked into the interview room. The scent of a nervous omega immediately reached them, and they saw Max sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, and the twitching slightly while he looked at his phone, ignoring the rest of the room, before looking up at them.

“Hey guys,” Max said, a grin on his face while his nervousness clearly spiked, and a flush appeared on his face.

“Heya Max,” George said, and before Charles could make a move, he went to sit next to the omega, who looked a little surprised.

“Hi Max,” Charles said, looking a little exasperated at the other driver, but not mentioning anything out loud.

“So, how are you doing? Getting the hang of being omega already?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows, “needing to get the suitors away from you with a stick?”

“Yeah, right,” Max said with a snigger, his scent growing a little more relaxed.

Charles frowned a little at that reaction, not completely understanding it, but before he could delve any deeper, the interview started.

Luckily, most of the interviewers kept away from the topic about Max’s secondary gender, all except one.

“Question for Max. Is your heat cycle getting regular already and is there going to be an interference during the race weekend,” the man asked, and immediately Max’s face went red, and his scent went from calm and slightly nervous to downright pissed.

“Can I ask this man to be removed,” George said, interrupting anything that Max wanted to see.

The alpha felt his anger bubble at that question, hating how it had changed Max’s sweet scent to something more smokey.

It had been rude and uncalled for, and there was no room for that kind of attitude near him.

“I was just asking an honest question. It has to do with his driving,” the man said, even when there were stewards trying to get him to leave the room peacefully.

“You have no business with our heats or ruts,” Charles said, his voice calm, “that is our concern and of our team. The necessary precautions are in place, and that’s about how much you need to now.”

After the man was removed, peace returned quickly enough and the interview was quickly finished, even though Max’s scent didn’t return to its normal state.

George was pleased though, that the omega left together with them, and it was immediately noticeable that both he and Charles flanked the other man, who probably didn’t even notice.

“You want us to bring you back to Brad?” Charles asked hesitantly, doing his best to not try and get the distressed and annoyed scent from Max even though his scenting gland itched to be rubbed all over the omega’s body.

“Nah, Brad left already,” Max said, “I’m going back on my own. Got a Sim race tonight.”

“Of course you do,” George said, smiling to hide his frown, “you sure you don’t want us to come?”

“Yeah. You two are probably going to hang out in the pack room, right?” Max asked, trying to sound casual, even though he was curious about the answer.

“We will,” George said, knowing that there were more than enough people there to scent and to destress from a qualifying and the subsequent interview, “you know, you’re always free to come as well.”

“It’s fine. It’s not really my thing,” Max said, trying to not think about the collection of scents that must be present in the room, “see you guys later.”

“See you Max,” Charles said, looking at the omega running off and regretting that he wasn’t near them anymore.

“Guess he really is with Brad. He seems eager to return to the man,” George said, “does make you feel jealous.”

“Just a little,” Charles admitted.

“Yeah. I mean, it took so long before we finally got an omega on the grid, and before any of us get the chance to even think about courting him, or asking him for the grid pack, his trainer already got him,” George said, frowning, “you don’t think he took advantage of the situation?”

“Advantage?” Charles asked, “you mean, coerced Max?”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to be with Brad unwillingly, but he did go into heat with the man near. You know how consent goes during heat,” George said, and Charles nodded, feeling a little nauseous at the thought of Max in heat fever being taken advantage off.

“We can’t do anything about it though. Daniel said they were perfectly happy having sex out of heat as well,” Charles said, “so, perhaps he did have time to consent.”

“Perhaps,” George said, letting the doubt linger, but without any proof, there was nothing they could do.

Max was relieved to enter his hotel room again, away from all the hustle and bustle outside, and away from all the pressing scents.

Of course, that also meant that he was away from the scents he also liked, which was a bit more difficult to process.

How much he had wanted to join George and Charles in the pack room, he knew he best refuse. The advantage he already took of Brad when he started to scent was more than enough.

Imagine if he tried to do that with one of the other drivers, pressing close and grinding against them? He knew that they would tolerate it, just because he was a newly flowered omega, but the looks or scents of disgust would be difficult to bear.

Starting up his sim race, he was soon engaged in talk with his team, glad that there were no distractions now.

It was only when he lay in his bed, the blankets and pillows surrounding him, that he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. There were no scents to calm him down, no one to hug him or to hug himself.

All he had were neutrally scented items provided by the hotel. There was nothing personal about it, and it made him feel almost as if he were in another omega’s nest instead of his own.

It almost made him feel like crawling out of his skin.

“Tomorrow is a race day, Max. You need to sleep,” the omega told himself after turning to his other side for the seventh time in the last fifteen minutes.

He tried to fall asleep, but his body was feeling uncomfortable, and unsafe, and each time he closed his eyes, Max could feel his heart start to beat faster.

“Crap,” he said, when he realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep and this time he didn’t have the shirt with Brad’s scent, nor the one with George’s or Lewis’s.

Sitting up in his bed, Max contemplated his options. He could go to Brad’s room, but that was pretty invasive of him, disturbing the man’s night because he was too wired to sleep without any extra scents.

“The pack room,” Max said out loud, knowing that the scents of the rest of the grid where there, and even if he couldn’t directly scent, he could sure soak them all in.

Max still hesitated to go, but his inability to sleep drove him to the paddock once again, getting in without much difficulty, security easily recognizing him.

From there, he snuck towards the pack room, glancing in and making sure it was empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned on the light in the deserted room.

Inhaling deeply, he was met with a myriad of scents, most pleasant and some he recognized. His body instantly felt at ease, and he started to feel drowsy almost immediately.

“Lewis did say they had nesting material,” Max said, going to the closet the man had gestured at and happy to find blankets and pillows.

Extremely tired, he reacted on instinct, building himself a cozy nest, and suddenly made a sound of pure happiness when he discovered a few shirts on the pile, filled with scents.

Without thinking, he arranged them all around him, feeling himself be surrounded by the scent of a true pack.

Putting his alarm at five in the morning, he sunk into the soft pillows and wrapped a blanket tightly around him, almost able to pretend it was Daniel who was lying against his back and, only in the darkness of the night, perhaps Lewis pressed against his front.

Yawning, Max managed to easily fall asleep, feeling safe and warm.

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At the sound of his alarm blaring, Max wakes up, slightly confused. The first thing he does is turn off the noise, and then he snuggles back into the soft pillow, nice and warmly cocooned in several blankies.

His eyes were falling shut again, and he inhaled deeply, letting all the comforting scents wash over him.

“Scents?” Max murmurs, opening his eyes again, and suddenly realizing that he was in the pack room. Rubbing a hand over his face, he remembered where he was and why, and even though his body still screamed for him to sleep some more, he had a decent rest.

“Need to clean it up,” Max said, managing to get out of the tangle of blankets, and leaving the cozy warmth behind. It was difficult and a whine escaped him when he stood away from the nest.

Max buried the want to keep it, the need to stay close to the scents and started to disassemble it, neatly folding the blankets and stacking the pillows again.

The shirts were folded as well. Max pressed his nose in each and every one of them while he put them away, trying to guess from which driver each one was. He did recognize George, which had something cottonlike to it, and Daniel’s whose scent was just like coming home, making Max wonder if he recognized it unconsciously from before he had flowered.

That shirt, that one was Lewis, very earthy and rich, and Charles’ had a delicate touch to it.

Lando smelled surprisingly clean and fresh, and then there were the rest he didn’t know whose they were.

“Would they notice some missing?” Max wondered out loud, knowing that if he just had a few shirts, he would be good to sleep on his own for a couple of nights.

He couldn’t go to the pack room every time and only sleep half nights. Besides, soon they would be moving venue, and he would be a week without the possibility to go to the pack room.

After some hesitation, Max pilfered three of them, going for Daniel’s, who’s scent just seemed comforting and familiar, and Charles, who balanced it nicely, and then a third shirt he didn’t know the owner off.

It smelled sweet and spicy, and he could almost scent happiness on there as well, making him think that the person who donated it hadn’t worn any blocker when he was wearing the shirt.

Putting the three shirts to the side, he muffled the rest away and put all the nesting materials where he found them. And then he took out the scent cover spray, knowing it would eliminate his scent as much as possible from the room.

Liberally spraying it on the nesting materials, he made sure to go over the whole room as well, noticing his scent disappearing, and even though he was happy it worked so well, a part of him winced, disliking the way he wasn’t marking the room as his own.

The thought made Max snort. Why the hell should he even want to do that? He knew this room wasn’t for him, hell, he didn’t even want to be here, if it wasn’t for his stupid biology.

He should just focus on winning races. Not the companionship he could get from the pack room and how they would help with his omega instincts. It was bad enough he felt the urge to nest and to scent and cuddle.

Feeling grumpy, Max grabbed the three shirts and sprayed one more time for good measure, before he left the room to go back to his hotel room. Perhaps he could sleep a couple of hours more now he had the three shirts.

Lewis frowned when he entered the pack room, his nose scrunching up at the weird scent in there. Holding the door open in his hand, he felt his hackles rise and a growl almost threatened to break out.

“Something wrong?” a voice came from behind him, and he turned around to see Daniel standing, a frown on his face.

“I don’t know,” Lewis said, taking a step out of the pack room and feeling himself calm down already, inhaling the scent of the other alpha, “the scent in there is wrong.”

“The scent in the pack room?” Daniel asked, entering the room himself, and his eyes widened.

“Yeah, it’s wrong, right?” Lewis asked, entering as well, “it’s almost as if there is a lack of scent.”

“Do you think someone smuggled in an omega and wanted to cover it up?” Daniel asked, knowing that the regulations stated that only drivers could use the room.

“A scent blocker spray?” Lewis asked, and Daniel nodded.

“God, I hate when someone does that,” the Mercedes driver said, rubbing his forehead and feeling his stress increase at the absence of the comforting scents in there. They might all be alphas and betas, but they felt more than enough like pack.

“Something wrong?” George said, coming in and seeing Lewis’ face. Immediately the lack of scent hit him like a ton of bricks, “blimey, what happened here?”

“Scent blocker spray,” Daniel said, a grin on his face, “someone got lucky.”

“And we got unlucky,” Lewis said, with a frown, “don’t they know you should keep those unknown omegas or betas out. They can go to the hotel room to fuck.”

“If they used the spray, it was probably an omega,” George said, looking at the stack of nesting material. Daniel and Lewis followed his gaze, noticing that the stack had been moved.

“Definitely an omega,” Lewis said, while Daniel went over to check out the nesting material, frowning when he noticed his shirt missing.

“I’ll draft an email, stating that only drivers should be allowed in the room and to not bring omega dates in there,” George said, leaving the room, Daniel and Lewis not following far off, not feeling comfortable in the room.

Max tried his best to not frown when he overheard two mechanics talking. He had arrived quite late, having fallen asleep again in his own room, his face pressed in the three shirts he had stolen and wrapped tightly in several blankets.

And now, it seemed that the whole paddock was gossiping about the unwanted omega who had spent the night in the pack room.

Max felt his face flush in embarrassment at having been found out, and even worse, hearing everyone talk about how disgruntled the rest of the drivers are, their space invaded.

Max should have known that he wouldn’t have been welcome, even though Daniel had tried to invite himself several times.

Waiting a few moments for the two betas to pass, Max tried to will his flaming face to cool down again and try to ignore the pang in his chest. He wasn’t here to cuddle or be liked, he was here to win races.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to his warming up area, knowing that Brad would probably be in there. A moment he wondered how much the trainer was looking up against having needy Max warm-up, probably dreading the omega needed to scent before he could do anything useful.

Max stopped walking, knowing that his scent would betray some distress. He couldn’t let Brad know what was going on, he couldn’t let anyone know that this was getting to him on a mental level.

If they knew, they might take advantage of it, and he couldn’t have that. He needed to focus on the race.

“That’s right, think of the race, and your set-up,” Max said, closing his eyes and imaging the track for a moment, the differences between a sim-race and a normal race and he felt his muscles relax.

Feeling himself calm down, he continued his walk to the warm-up room, opening the door and seeing Brad sitting ready.

“Hey, Max, nice of you to show up,” Brad said with a smile, and Max smiled back, trying to focus on the race and on Brad and not the overheard comments.

“I was tired,” Max said, trying to ignore the scent of the alpha, who seemed to be sweating a little already, “so, perhaps we should start the warm-up?”

“You want to scent first?” Brad asked, trying to sound casual when he asked the question. He hoped the omega would say yes, but to his regret, Max shook his head.

“Nah, I think I’m good for now,” Max said, trying to smile again, and Brad nodded. If he didn’t think it was necessary, then it probably wasn’t.

They started their work-out, and Max tried to focus as hard as he could on just the task ahead. It was actually okay, resisting Brad’s scent for the moment. He still desired to put his face right against the major scent gland and rub his own all over the alpha, but the need was less strong than usual.

Having surrounded himself in several alpha scents for the night had helped with the urgent need for scenting and that was about the only good thing that came from it.

“Have you heard the rumor?” Brad asked when they were taking a break.

“What rumor?” Max asked, drinking some water and taking a breather.

“There was an omega in the pack room,” Brad said, and Max froze, looking at the man.

“An omega?” Max asked, frowning a little.

“Yes. I heard one of the engineers saying that the drivers are annoyed that someone let an unwanted omega in, and that she even stole some shirts,” Brad said with a grin, and Max felt a little upset at that facial expression.

“Why are they angry about that? It’s just an omega, right?” Max said, unable to stop himself from wrapping his arms around himself.

Brad stopped smiling immediately, Max his distressed scent filling the room and making him feel bad.

“Max?” Brad asked, wondering why he was suddenly feeling like that, but then he understood, “I don’t mean to say that omegas are unwanted in the pack room, okay. Just some of them. Daniel invited you a few times.”

“Yeah, he did,” Max tried to say with a smile. At least he should be happy that none of the drivers had revealed that it had been Max that had gone in there.

Brad still looked down at him with a frown, which somehow made Max’s stomach clench.

“Uhm, we still got half an hour before the driver’s parade,” Brad said, wondering how he could calm Max down again.

“Right,” Max said, shrinking a little in himself when he realized he would have to go on the truck to be paraded in front of the crowd and while in close proximity with all those alphas, all those alphas that didn’t want his scent near their stuff.

For a moment, he stood there, frozen and unwilling to go out and join them. Taking a shaky breath, he looked at Brad.

“Brad?” Max asked, his voice wavering a whole lot more then he wanted to.

“Yes, Max?” Brad asked.

“Perhaps, uhm, perhaps we could scent now?” Max asked, wanting to feel close to someone, wanting to fortify his mind before he went out and was buried in a whole wave of scents.

Brad smiled warmly at Max and nodded.

“Yeah, we can,” Brad said, hoping that the distress would leave him, “you want me to put together a nest, or do you want to do it yourself?”

“Can you Brad?” Max asked, his voice feeling smaller than usual. Brad nodded and gathered the blankets and the pillows he had put ready in anticipation, and no sooner did he settle them down, Max was there beside him, desperately putting his scent gland against Brad’s and rubbing it.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Brad said, hugging Max. Unlike last time there was no arousal or sexual need. There was just distress and the need to be comforted rolling of the omega, and Brad did like any good alpha did.

He hugged Max close and let him rub his scent gland wherever he wanted, all the while trying to exude his own calming hormones, hoping that the omega would feel better after the scenting.

If only Max had a pack of his own to help him out.

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Daniel was staring at the door, frowning when Max still hadn’t appeared. He knew that the omega tried to avoid these events as much as possible, but he always showed up for those that were mandatory.

“Earth to Daniel, earth to Daniel,” Lando said, waving a hand in front of his face when the other alpha hadn’t answered his question for the second time.

Oscar was standing nearby, looking amused, and Daniel could scent it as well.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Daniel said, looking at the younger alphas.

“So, were did your attention wander to?” Lando asked.

“Jus wondering where Max was,” Daniel muttered, noticing that Lewis had moved slightly when he had said the name. It seemed like he wasn’t the only alpha that had been awaiting the omega’s presence.

“Well, isn’t he always late?” Oscar asked, looking at his watch and frowning. The omega was cutting it close.

“Yeah,” Daniel said, his voice slightly shaky, but then the door opened, and Max came in, closely followed by Brad, and Daniel felt his stomach turn at the scent of distressed omega, covered in the alphas scent.

Max laid still against Brad, already been for the past ten minutes. He knew that he should leave soon, the driver’s parade was going to start, and he still needed to get ready.

The thing was, he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay where he was, with his nose buried against the scent gland of the other man, breathing in deep the calming alpha pheromones and not being out there, where everyone would probably be annoyed with him for being in the pack room that night.

Oh, Max was sure that they would be nice in public, all smalls and small pranks as long as the cameras were rolling, but he knew how they thought about him.

He had seen George’s mail. No unwanted omegas in the pack room. Max just hoped that no one noticed the missing shirts, or he would be forced to return them as well.

“Max?” Brad asked, but Max made a small sound, not wanting the man to speak, to say he should get up and hurry to get ready.

He felt the hand stroke his back, and tried to snuggle in better, knowing he was taking advantage and unable to stop himself.

“Max, I’m afraid it’s time,” Brad said again, and Max took in a deep breath, before he pushed himself off the man, trying to get a smile on his face.

“Yeah, time to face the cameras,” Max said, hoping that he was coated enough in Brad’s scent to at least mask his emotions a little bit. It would probably not last very long, but at least the scent would stay clinging to him.

“You’ll be okay?” Brad asked him, full of concern, and it did warm Max’s heart a little. It seemed genuine enough, so there was at least one person that cared.

“Yeah, I will be,” Max said, “just this stupid show and then we can finally go race. You know how I hate the show.”

“Yeah,” Brad said, but he wasn’t looking too sure of himself. The alpha was feeling alert, feeling the distress coming off Max.

Getting up himself, he followed Max, seeing the omega give him a look but not comment.

They walked in silence to the room where the drivers were gathering, and Max slipped in, still with Brad in tow.

Immediately everyone turned to stare at him, and his stomach turned, but he didn’t let them see it. Instead, he smiled.

“Darn, I hoped I missed the parade,” Max said with a grin, earning him a small laugh from a couple of people, they all knowing that he didn’t like that part, but most just kept staring at him.

Lewis stared at the omega, and then at Brad, wondering if he should say something. Some of the other alphas seemed to notice it, but he only saw the look of horror on Daniel’s face, and he knew the man was wondering the same as he was.

Was Brad hurting the omega? Was that why he was scenting so distressed? Because the man had been hurting him?

It was unnatural for an omega to scent like that when he was covered with the pheromones of an alpha he cared about.

The stupid joke might make the beta laugh, but all the alphas were frowning. Lewis knew that they all had the instinctive need to help out an omega, but he did wonder how much help Max needed.

“Okay, everyone is here,” an attendant said, “let’s get you guys on the truck, and remember, smile and wave.”

Not wanting to turn the attention towards Max, he lingered a little longer than usual, letting several other drivers pass him, until he was standing near Max.

He saw Brad put a hand on the omega’s shoulder and whisper something in his ear.

“Of course, Brad. I’ll see you after,” Max said, and then he turned away from the alpha. Lewis couldn’t help but glare at the trainer, who looked at him with a frown, but didn’t react.

“So, Max, how is it going?” Lewis asked, a smile on his face when he fell into step with the other driver.

Max gave him a look, and Lewis tried to keep his face folded in his usual calm smile when he saw the omega look at Brad before looking at Lewis again.

“I’m doing fine,” Max said, shrugging a little.

“That’s good,” Lewis said, “you seem to be spending a lot of time with Brad.”

“Yeah. He’s my personal trainer,” Max said, the distressed scent just heightening a little bit, making alarm bells go off in his head. What did Brad do to Max to make his scent go haywire like that?

“Yes, he is,” Lewis agreed, wondering how he should breach the subject, “you guys scent a lot.”

A flush appeared on Max’s cheeks, and Lewis saw him shrink in himself just a bit, but the omega didn’t answer when he was suddenly ushered next to Checo for the ride. Lewis frowned, and went to stand next to George, who was looking at him curiously.

“Something wrong?” the younger driver asked, but Lewis shrugged, not really feeling safe to talk about it now. Not with the crowd making so much noise and too many ears able to overhear what he was saying.

“Later, in the pack room,” Lewis said, and George nodded, before turning to the crowd, waving at everyone.

His gaze was pulled by Max a few times, the omega waving a little bit as well and standing rather close to Checo, clearly feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

He knew the second Red bull driver didn’t often come to the pack room, always happy with his own family to not have the need to seek out extra comfort during the driver season, but perhaps it would be nice to invite him anyway, just to see what he was saying.

“And here is Lewis Hamilton, let’s see what he has to say about today’s race,” the interviewer said, and Lewis turned towards the microphone, smiling and trying to focus on his duties.

Max felt faintly nauseous while he was standing on the truck, the scent of so many alphas near was making him feel overwhelmed and there were so many that were so enticing to him. It was a good thing that he had been scenting with Brad before he went on the parade, otherwise he might have pressed close to Lewis before when the man came to talk to him.

And now he was sure that it wasn’t wanted.

“You okay, man?” Checo asked, feeling Max bump into him for the third time. Daniel was standing near him, and Max had been shuffling to the side each time the alpha came to stand slightly closer to him.

“Me, yes of course,” Max said, trying to keep his focus on his surroundings and not the alpha that was so near him. At least Checo was covered by the scent of another omega, which made it a whole lot less bad to stand near him.

“You seem agitated,” Checo said.

“It’s a bit much,” Max admitted, trying to not look at Daniel’s way, having the feeling that the man was listening in.

“Yes, right,” Checo laughed, patting his back, “don’t you worry. If the alphas come on a bit too strong, you can come to me to tell them to back off.”

“Yeah, right,” Max said, laughing back, knowing that he wouldn’t have any trouble with any alphas looking his way.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked Oscar, who had barely moved from the moment he was within scent distance from Max.

“How…I…,” Oscar, said, his own scent spiking a little, making Lando’s eyes widen, and he quickly hooked his arm into Oscar’s and went to stand on the opposite side from the truck.

“Please tell me you aren’t going into rut?” Lando said, and Oscar looked at him wide eyed.

“No, not in rut,” he said, getting his focus back, before looking back at Max, “you think he’s cold? I think we can find him another sweater or something.”

“Dude, it’s warm enough,” Lando said, looking amused at the alpha, “first time you get a compatible scent?”

“That’s how it feels like?” Oscar asked, for once, sounding flustered.

“You want to undress and offer yourself for him to scent you, before he lets you take you in his nest and you try to bury yourself….” Lando started speaking, but Oscar had put his hand over Lando’s mouth, making him shut up and looking all to smug about himself.

“Oh god,” Oscar said, “and I can’t wear a blocker. What if we both get on the podium together?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to get in between,” Lando said, grinning at the flustered alpha, trying to not think when he had been in a similar situation. At least he never had a compatible omega on the grid at the same time as he went through his secondary puberty.

The driver parade was over, leaving the driver’s time to prepare for the actual race. Before anyone could stop him, Max was already gone, leaving a faint scent of distress in his wake.

Oscar was feeling on edge, and when Lando asked him in a low whisper if he wanted to visit the pack room to make sure he could concentrate on driving, the youngest alpha didn’t let it be offered twice and nearly dragged his slightly older teammate with him.

Lewis sauntered up to Checo, looking at the Mexican driver.

“Hey, Checo, how about we go to the pack room for a moment?” the Mercedes driver asked, making the man frown at the unusual invitation. Everyone knew that Checo wasn’t the biggest fan of the pack room.

“Why?” he asked, suspicious.

“I just…did you think there was anything suspicious going on with Max? Did he tell you anything?” Lewis asked.

“No, nothing special. He’s just a little overwhelmed with all the scents,” Checo said, patting Lewis’s shoulder, “don’t worry. It’s Max. He’ll be fine once he’s in the car.”

“Right,” Lewis said, looking at Checo walking away.

“There is something wrong with Max,” Daniel said, suddenly appearing behind Lewis and startling the man.

“You think so too?” Lewis asked, and Daniel nodded.

“Yeah. Whatever is going on between him and Brad, that’s not normal,” Daniel said, “did you smell how distressed he was?”

“Do you…do you think that Max doesn’t….” Lewis asked, disliking the thought in his head.

“I don’t know if he’s consenting. But perhaps he just doesn’t know any better?” Daniel asked, biting his lip, “we should try to get him to the pack room, to see if he wants to talk about it.”

“Perhaps we should,” Lewis asked, wondering how they would be able to get the Red Bull driver with them.

“I’ll try to see if I can get him, either before the race, or after,” Daniel said, going off into the direction of the Red Bull rooms.

“I’ll be waiting in the pack room,” Lewis said, hoping that Daniel would succeed.

As an alpha, he couldn’t stand by and see an omega being abused.

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“So, everything okay there, Max?” Brad asked once the omega had joined him again. His hand was on the small of Max’s back and gently pushing him towards their training room, noticing how tense the other man was.

Even if it hadn’t been physically clear, his scent was absolutely atrocious, covered with fear and distress, and it made Brad want to take Max to the nest and keep him there for a week while he showered him with gifts, scent and attention.

But it wasn’t his place. He wasn’t pack.

“Uhm, it’s…” Max said, his mouth snapping shut when there were some engineers passing them.

“Let’s talk about it in private,” Brad said, glad that they were soon back in the room with the makeshift nest, their scents still lingering in the room, “so, what is it? Can you tell me?”

“Uhm, well, you heard about the news, about the omega in the pack room?” Max asked, looking down at the floor, his face red.

“Yeah. I heard all the drivers where quite annoye…” Brad started to say, and then his mouth snapped shut, looking at Max, “it was you?”

“Yes,” Max confessed, his face flushed, “they…they don’t want me there.”

“Oh, Max,” Brad, said, hugging the smaller man close, and he could feel Max just standing there, a complete look of misery on his face.

“Brad, I…I don’t want…” Max started to say, but then the door was suddenly opened, and Max looked up at it, his eyes red-rimmed while he hurriedly stepped away from Brad.

“Hi, Max, there you are,” Daniel said, opening the door, a big smile plastered on his face, while he tried his best to ignore Brad.

He had been coming to try and get Max to the pack room, even when the omega had disappeared the moment the driver’s parade was over.

This was the most logical place where he would be able to find Max, and he had just wanted to knock when he overheard Max’s shaking voice.

When he had pressed his ear close to the door, he could even make out some words, ‘Brad, I…I don’t want…’.

Daniel saw red. Brad was doing something with Max that the omega didn’t want, and he wouldn’t let him, and his only solution had been storming into the room.

And now both Max and Brad were looking at him with wide-eyes, but he could only focus on the omega, seeing the slightly red-rimmed eyes, but no tears.

“Daniel?” Max asked, looking at him, clearly confused, “what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you prepare for the race.”

“I will, don’t you worry,” Daniel said with a grin, “hey I got something to show you. Uhm, best do it now.”

“Something?” Max asked, looking sideways at Brad, who was glaring at Daniel. The driver noticed it and turned to the trainer, a scowl on his fac.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back in time for the race,” Daniel said, and Max wondered if he should refuse or not, “I promise it won’t take long.”

“Uhm, sure,” Max said, looking at Brad, “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Of course,” Brad said, glaring at Daniel and his tone terse, almost a growl, “I’m counting on it.”

“Right,” Max said, feeling uncomfortable at the hostility, and not understanding where it was coming from. Did Daniel and Brad have a fight or something?

“Let’s go, Maxie,” Daniel said with a grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Max looked back once at Brad, but the alpha had his back turned towards him and he couldn’t help but accept it as a sign of rejection.

Feeling the ball of distress in his stomach grow, he followed Daniel, wondering where they were going, and frowning when he recognized the direction.

“Daniel? Please tell me we’re not going to the pack room,” Max said, really not wanting to be there. It was bad enough to know he wasn’t welcomed there, even worse to see it mentioned in an email, but it would be totally terrible to enter the room and being glared away.

“Don’t worry. No one minds,” Daniel said with a grin, pulling him along. The scent of distress on Max was making his stomach turn, but he knew that if he told Max he could scent it, the omega would only feel self-conscious about it.

“Yeah, right,” Max muttered, but didn’t want to pull away from the warm hand holding his. Daniel was his friend, he wouldn’t let him get hurt, right? He wouldn’t be one of the alphas who disliked him being in the pack room.

“Almost there,” Daniel said, and Max nodded, hoping that it would be deserted now.

“Oh god, how do you deal with that scent all the time,” Oscar moaned when he and Lando stumbled into the pack room. The moment that the driver’s parade had ended, the two McLaren driver’s had hurried to the private room, Oscar feeling his erection pressing against his pants and hoping that none of the camera’s had caught side of the obvious bulge.

“Well, it’s new for all of us,” Lando said, nuzzling against Oscar’s scent gland and giving it a lick. The younger alpha quivered against him, a moan escaping him, “we’re just used to our own hormones.”

“Yes, own hormones, check,” Oscar said, pushing Lando backwards until the other alpha fell onto a couch and climbing over him. Unable to stop himself he started to rut against Lando’s groin, both still dressed, but he needed to get friction now.

“Well, this is an interesting sight,” Lewis said when he entered the room, looking amused, “most people do take of their clothes first.”

“Or at least part of their clothes,” George said, having followed Lewis. He was curious about the other man’s mood, and couldn’t help but check out what it was all about.

“Don’t care,” Oscar said, breathing in deeply, “you smell a bit like Max. Come here.”

“Don’t you love it when they are so commanding,” Lewis said with a grin, but sauntered over. Oscar sat up, his groin on Lando’s, who’s pants were tented up as well.

Lewis stopped by the couch, and let Oscar press his nose close, knowing that the scent of the omega was faint, but present enough.

With his face still pressed against Lewis’s chest, Oscar started to move again, his hips going back and forth and rubbing his clothed dick against Lando’s, moaning loudly.

The door opened, but Lewis didn’t turn around, thinking that it was Checo that had arrived. At least until he scented it. Omega! Max!

Several things happened at once. First, Oscar came, shuddering violently when his nostrils widened and scented the full scent of Max.

The second was Lewis turning around so fast that Oscar fell down from the couch, his legs still entangled with Lando’s and breaking his fall with his hands while he was still caught in a post-orgasmic bliss.

The third was Max, who took a step back when he noticed the alpha turn around violently, and he knew that he had interrupted something intimate. The scent of arousal was high, and Max could feel himself react to it.

His own dick started to stiffen, and he could feel the moisture starting to leak out of him.

“I’m sorry. I need to go,” Max said in a rush, and ignoring Daniel sputtering beside him, he turned around and ran, leaving the rest of them starting dumbfounded at the spot.

“Don’t go,” Oscar moaned, too out of it to realize what he was saying, the alpha only desiring the presence of an omega right now.

“So, what was all that about?” Lewis asked, confused why Max would have run.

“I don’t know,” Daniel said, frowning and swearing at himself for not stopping Max. He would run back to Brad now, and it would be difficult to get him away without the alpha getting angry.

“You don’t?” Lewis asked, and Daniel sighed, wondering if he should tell the group about his suspicions that Brad was hurting Max, over the words he had overheard.

Looking at the group, he decided that perhaps he could talk about it to Lewis, when they were alone. It was perhaps better to not drag too many people into it. Max was a private person, and Daniel wanted to get some proof first.

A knock sounded on the door, making them all look towards it, and Lewis and Daniel both felt relieved when Checo entered.

“Hi guys,” the man said, “you wanted to talk?”

“Ah, Checo, thanks for coming,” Daniel said, already pulling the man to a seat, “so, tell me, how is Max doing? He and Brad still, okay? You know it’s hard for an omega to have an alpha personal trainer.”

Daniel knew his questions were rushed, and his smile was forced, but he wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

How disappointed he was when Checo told them that Max was just a little overwhelmed with the scents, and he hadn’t seen the omega that often yet.

Max felt hot and bothered, the scent of Oscar and Lando’s arousal still doing something with his brain even though he had removed himself from the room.

He didn’t know what Daniel wanted to prove by taking him there, but the way everyone stared at him had been unnerving and he just wanted to disappear.

Trying to put the scene behind him, he rushed back to the room where Brad was in, knowing he needed to prepare for the race.

“Brad, I’m back,” Max said, opening and closing the door and frowning when the room was empty, “Brad?”

No one answered him back, and Max started to feel agitated, even though he could still scent the alpha.

“Get over yourself, Max. Time enough to get ready,” Max said, knowing that he should not let him being an omega interfere with his professionalism. Brad would soon come, and they would have enough time to warm up.

It didn’t matter that he wanted to scent with the guy, that was not how it was supposed to go.

Brad was hurrying back to Max’s room, hoping that the omega wasn’t back yet. Going to the toilet, he had run into a friend, and he had lingered longer then he had thought.

He had wanted to be there for Max, not trusting Daniel, and starting to dislike the other driver’s. They wouldn’t Max even use the pack room.

Everyone knew that the pack room was there for all the driver’s, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that all those alphas didn’t want Max near them. Was it because he was an omega? Did they hate his scent? Or was it still because 2021?

Opening the door, he winced when he noticed that Max was already there, his scent luckily not as distressed as before, and having a slightly spicy undercurrent that niggled at the edge of Brad’s brain.

“Ah, Max. Sorry I wasn’t here,” Brad said apologetically.

“It’s fine. Let’s finish our warm-up, otherwise we’ll be late,” Max said, even though he was already feeling slightly too warm.

“You okay there, Oscar?” his engineer asked, not having gotten an answer from the alpha on his last question.

“Yeah, I’m fine, sorry,” Oscar said, feeling sweat everywhere on his body and knowing he was lying.

Ever since their little detour to the pack room he had been feeling hot and bothered, but the moment he had come while Max had been near enough, it had triggered his pre-rut.

Normally, he wasn’t supposed to drive right now, but it was just the beginning of his pre-rut. He could finish the race, and go to his hotel before it struck him down.

He just needed to focus now and not let his hormones get to him.

“Okay. Keep up what you’re doing, and we might get you on the podium today,” his engineer said, and Oscar zoned out again, concentrating completely on his race again and ignoring the way his body felt sweaty and he wanted to rip out of his clothes.

Just one race.

Perhaps he could convince some of the other driver’s to join him in his rut after, and they could all stay over in his hotel room.

Would be nice if Max wanted to come.

Suddenly, his suit felt even tighter than before, and he blinked one time to many and nearly missed his corner.

Swallowing dryly, he managed to keep the car in the race, and not even loose a place while he stayed in second behind Max, who was like usual driving the perfect race.

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Max was feeling as if he was boiling in the car. The heat was pooling everywhere, and it felt worse than the race in Qatar last year, almost suffocating him. He tried to take another drink, and frowned when no more fluids came out of the reservoir.

The air in his lungs felt scorching, and all he wanted to do was throw off his helmet so he could breathe, and perhaps jump into the nearest swimming pool so his skin could cool down.

A safety car gave him an excellent opportunity to change his tires, and again he was in the lead, doing his utmost to concentrate on the race. At least it made it possible to turn his mind on something else than the heat in his car.

“The car is running hot. Could you check?” Max asked, after another turn and feeling the way, his sweat was soaking in his suit, and he had a feeling he was sitting in a puddle.

“Everything is normal,” GP answered, making Max frown a little, not understanding why it was this hot. It was making him nauseous, and his head was pounding.

Deciding not to think about it, he put all his focus on the race, knowing that he couldn’t afford to let his mind wander if he wanted to win this, even though the second was over ten seconds away.

He had never been so happy to have a race end.

Charles was glad he managed to get on the podium. It was a lucky safety car, making it possible for him to gain on Oscar and end up second, the younger alpha finishing not far behind him and taking up the third podium place.

“You’ve done well,” Charles said, approaching the man and congratulating him. He was glad that the man had done well, but still pleased that he had managed to best Oscar.

“Almost got you there,” Oscar said, a little breathless, but that wasn’t uncommon, seeing that they had been scrapping for the last few laps to see who got second.

“Almost,” Charles said, turning to Max’s car and seeing the omega having difficulties to get out. He frowned, knowing that Max rarely had trouble getting out of the car, even in the more difficult circumstances, and this race had been quite mild.

Before he could approach, Max had managed to get out, and wasted no time in taking off his helmet, revealing a red and sweaty face.

And not only that, but a sweet scent was suddenly released, one that seemed to make his nerves stand on end. It was a good thing that he was so close to Oscar, because it gave him time to react when the alpha’s scent suddenly turned muskier.

“Hi guys,” Max said with a smile approaching them, and Charles had just enough time to jump in between Oscar and Max to stop the alpha from pressing close to the omega who had frozen when the musky scent reached him.

Max felt the sudden wetness leak from him, when he approached Charles and Oscar, immediately realizing that it wasn’t sweat.

The heat suddenly made sense and he gave a groan when he wanted to approach the young alpha, who was one of the only ones not wearing a blocker, just like him.

He wanted to press close and see how his heat and Oscar’s rut would match up, now that he realized that they were both in that part of their cycle, the more primal part of his brain wanting to approach Oscar and rub his scent all over the alpha, who would then do the same to him and make his body sing.

“Get Max out of here,” Charles snarled to someone, breaking Max out of his trance. He looked at the other alpha and felt sudden shame wash over him when he realized the alpha didn’t want him near when he was smelling like this. His heat was probably very distracting, and he wondered if his scent was disgusting to the other drivers.

Seeing how much they didn’t want him present in the pack room, he guessed that it must be so.

“I’m going,” Max said, feeling disoriented. A hand was pulling his arm, and he knew that according to protocol he should be brought to his heat room.

A glance back, he saw Oscar pressing his face into Charles’ neck and jealousy came over him when he saw the alphas together, wishing that there was someone who wanted to do that with him.

But that wasn’t for him. No one on the grid wanted him to be in the pack room, and no one would want to join him for his heat, not even just to cuddle and scent with.

“Max, are you okay?” Brad asked, approaching the omega, and helping to guide him further in the paddock.

“Hot, so hot,” Max said with a moan, unable to keep his distance from the alpha, and pressing against him. He was so glad when Brad didn’t push him away and just let him be there.

“We’ll get you into the heat room. It’s stocked with some food and water as well, and we’ll get you out of your clothes,” Brad said, ever practical.

It wasn’t easy to be so coherent with such a sweet and tantalizing scent next to him, pressing close and the undercurrent of virginity was getting more and more noticeable, which was making him feel rather overprotective of Max right now.

“Look at that, what a soft looking bed,” Brad said when they entered, “but let’s get you on the chair here first, and then we can take your clothes off.”

“Okay,” Max said, glad that Brad was there. The man helped him get out of his clothes, leaving him sitting in his underwear, which were soaked and tented with his erection.

Brad hadn’t taken it off yet, and Max was guided to the bed and handed him a bottle of water.

It was gloriously cool, and he drunk from it so urgently he spilled some on his chest, making it feel almost electrifying and now that the need for drinks had waned, he was more and more aware of his erection and the moisture coming from his behind.

Pressing close to Brad, he pushed his hand in his underpants, and fisted his dick, moaning and coming almost instantly, flooding his underpants even more. He sat there, white noise in his ears and panting when the orgasm came over him, but didn’t bring a lasting satisfaction to him.

“Max, Maxie, are you with me?” he heard Brad say after several minutes.

“Yes, yes, I’m with you,” Max gasped out, looking up at the alpha sitting next to him on the bed.

“That’s good. Uhm, I’ll be going out and I’ll check on you in a couple of hours. This here is a button to call someone here in case you need something like food and more drinks,” Brad explained, “and here are some bottles of water, and in this drawer there are, uhm, toys.”

“Toys?” Max said with a frown, looking wide-eyed at Brad when he stood up, suddenly feeling embarrassed that he had masturbated with the man near.

“Heat toys,” Brad said, opening the drawer and revealing several dildo’s and vibrators, all of them looking too big for Max, “so, try to enjoy it a little.”

“Right,” Max said, resisting the urge to call out for Brad when he left him alone in the heat room. Lying back on the bed, it only took a few minutes before a desire overcame him again, and taking off his underpants, he once again started to masturbate.

But it wasn’t enough. He was an omega, and an omega wanted something else when he was in heat, not just the feeling of a hand on his dick.

Glancing at the drawer, he shifted to his side and leaned over, searching through it all and taking the smallest, which still seemed to big.

Although, when he remembered spotting Lewis with his member hanging out of his pants, this one wasn’t nearly as big as the man was.

“Come on, Max, you’re an omega. You’re made for this,” he said, shifting and pressing the blunt tip inside.

Or at least, he tried to. It was meeting too much resistance. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed it in deeper and immediately stopped when an acute pain overcame him.

“Nope, not doing this,” Max said throwing the item to the side, and just starting to fist his dick again. This had been fine last heat as well, even though it barely took the edge off. He just needed to manage until this episode of heat fever was over and he could eat and drink something before a next episode took over.

Closing his eyes, his nostrils flared, the edge of Brad’s scent in the room and he could just almost scent the lingering musk of Oscar.

“Please Charles, let me go,” Oscar whimpered, trying to go after Max while the other alpha kept him pressed in an embrace.

“No, Oscar, Max hasn’t consented, and neither did you,” Charles said, knowing that they couldn’t consent if they were in heat or rut.

“Never said I would mind him,” Oscar tried, trying to keep his body from rubbing against Charles, the sweet lingering scent of Max’s heat making him feel almost dizzy with desire.

“Here, let’s get you to the rut room, and we’ll get the rest of the grid pack here,” Charles said, glad that Oscar had already discussed the possibility of him going into heat during a race and who he wanted to be there with him.

He glanced at Max, knowing that the omega hadn’t approved of anyone from the drivers joining him, and did feel some relief when Brad was there to guide him away.

Good, there was someone there to take care of Max. It wasn’t good to not have anyone there to share your heat or rut with.

“I’ll take him over,” Lando said with a grin, approaching the two, “you got a very lonely podium waiting for you.”

“Right,” Charles said, already seeing several people looking panicked when they discussed how the rest of the ceremony would go.

“Lando, you should have smelled Max. Please, need him here,” Oscar whimpered, and Charles realized it was probably the first time the alpha ever scented an omega in heat.

“Yeah, let’s first take a small detour, and you can see him after your rut,” Lando said, looking all too amused to have someone undergoing this.

“Where is Max?” Daniel asked, getting out of his car and trying not to feel too disappointed by his results.

He glanced towards where the three podium winners were parked, and only saw Charles standing there, looking a little lost.

“He’s got into heat,” George said, having overheard his question even if Daniel hadn’t been particularly aiming it at anyone.

“Oh,” Daniel said, feeling worry pool in his stomach, “I guess there will be someone with him?”

“I saw Brad approaching him,” George said, wiping his face with a towel and frowning when he saw Daniel stiffening up.

“Brad?” Daniel asked, purposely relaxing his body and keeping his voice casual.

“Yeah. He and Max got very close ever since he presented,” George said, studying Daniel. He knew that Lewis disliked the personal trainer as well, and to see the same reaction in Daniel made him extra alert, “he’ll be able to help Max through his heat, and I’m going to meet up with Oscar to help through his rut. You’re coming too?”

“Me? Sure, but not right now,” Daniel said, thinking over his actions, “there’s some things I need to be doing before.”

“Alright,” George said, walking away and more than ready to weigh himself and get the rest of the formalities on the way, “guess we’ll best put up a schedule to stay with Oscar.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said, following him, wondering who else was going to be with Max to help him through his heat.

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It was with great difficulty that Brad had removed himself from Max’s room, but it wasn’t fair to the omega. Even the little bit he had been there, it was an invasion of his privacy.

The scent of the omega clung to him, the small undercurrent that told him that Max had been alone in his previous heat was killing him as well, and he knew that there should be someone there for him.

“Perhaps I should propose?” Brad wondered, but shook his head. He had a position of confidence for Max. If he suggested it now, the omega would probably take it out of sheer desperation.

That wasn’t fair on Max, nor on Brad.

His phone went, and he picked it up when he saw it was GP, probably worried about his driver.

“Hey Brad. Just wanted to check up on Max. He’s in his heat?” the man asked, concern clear in his voice.

“Yeah, he is,” Brad said, feeling a little stressed about the whole situation, not really wanting Max to suffer so much.

“When will his pack come?” GP asked, and Brad made a small sound.

“Max doesn’t have a pack, but you know him,” Brad said, trying to keep his voice light.

“That’s going to be though on him,” GP said.

“Yeah, I know it’s sad, but Max can deal with his heat on his own,” Brad said.

“Oscar is in his rut as well. I heard that the driver pack is making a schedule,” GP said, “so it seems that everyone will be exhausted.”

“Exhausted by Oscar’s rut? Sounds like something they deserve,” Brad said, sounding perhaps a little bitter.

“Why are you angry,” GP asked in surprise.

“Max was not allowed in the pack room, they sent that mail, you know,” Brad said, the irritation clear in his voice.

“Oh, that was about Max?” GP asked, surprise clear in his voice.

“So, best keep Max away from everyone,” Brad said, “and if you hear them talk about him, warn me. I’ll make sure to keep them away.”

“Sure will,” GP said, ending the conversation.

Daniel had been lingering in the hallway right at Max’s heat room. The door was locked with a combination lock, and even if it wasn’t, he knew that it would have been inappropriate for him to enter now anyway.

The door opened, and he ducked away, seeing Brad walk out, still clothes. A faint whimper was heard before the man closed it again.

Daniel frowned. Wasn’t Brad supposed to stay in there? Max was in his heat, on his own, and even if Omega’s could manage, it was always so much gentler on their bodies if there was some company.

Knowing that he couldn’t speak to Max now, he bit his lip.

“I shouldn’t interfere,” Daniel muttered to himself, but the feeling in his stomach told him otherwise. There was something fishy going on between Max and Brad, and he didn’t want the younger driver to be on his own to deal with it.

He knew from the past experience that with his dad, Max might just not have grown up with a good reference for a healthy relationship.

Seeing Brad turn the corner, Daniel followed him, not really thinking about it. Making sure that he kept out of sight, he followed the man until he stood still again and was on the phone.

He was just barely withing hearing distance, but he couldn’t crawl closer. Frowning, Daniel tried to listen to the phone call, the bustling sounds of everything that was going on outside interfering, especially the Dutch Anthem he was slowly getting more than tired of.

By the time he managed to make the first words out, they were already half-way in the conversation.

“…. Max can deal with his heat on his own,” Daniel heard the man say, and he frowned. Was Brad saying that he wasn’t going to help Max through his heat?

Another few words, but he couldn’t make it out.

“Exhausted …something …deserve,” Brad’s angry voice came.

“Max…not allowed pack… they … you know,” Daniel heard Brad said, sounded irritated. Wasn’t the man allowing Max to have a pack. Finally, the anthem was over, and Daniel could clearly hear the man.

“So, best keep Max away from everyone, and if you hear them talk about him, warn me. I’ll make sure to keep them away,” Daniel couldn’t only gape at the ending of the conversation, and Brad waked away.

Frowning, he kept on standing against the wall for a moment, wondering what he should do. This conversation he had overheard didn’t sound good, but it wasn’t as if he had concrete evidence.

For now, at least, he wouldn’t be able to help Max. First, they needed to wait until the Omega was out of heat.

Best he’d return to see when it was his turn to help out Oscar. He wondered if the Alpha was going to try and mount one of them, because there was no omega near.

It was always such a hassle one that happened, and they needed to find one of them willing to have their thighs lubricated while a cock slid in between their legs, and all would be well as long as Oscar didn’t try to force himself in.

Not feeling like having his turn with the rutting Alpha yet, he moved to the pack room, hoping that despite the short time since the race, that there would be someone in there he could talk with.

And it seemed like he was in luck.

“Lewis, Alonso, good that you guys are here,” Daniel said in relief, making the both of them turn to him.

“Daniel, not with Oscar yet?” Alonso asked, looking curious.

“No, not yet. Uhm, Max is in heat as well,” he stated.

“Yeah, we heard,” Lewis said, “he’s probably having fun with Brad.”

“Well, about that,” Daniel said, “I overheard a conversation from Brad. It seems like he thinks that Max should spend his heat on his own.”

“What?” Alonso asked, surprise evident in his voice, and Lewis was looking shocked as well.

“You sure you didn’t mishear?” Lewis asked. Even though he had his own misgivings about Brad, no way would the alpha let Max spend his heat on his own. It might not be a necessity to share it, but it would be so much more manageable for Max.

“I heard him say that Max can deal with his own heat. He deserves to be exhausted. He doesn’t want him to have a pack either,” Daniel said, giving them the highlights from what he overheard, “and he said to the person he was talking to that it was best to keep Max away from us, and if we do, he will make sure we keep away.”

“God damn it,” Lewis swore, “the abusive bastard. I’m going to beat him up.”

“Calm down,” Alonso said, not used to see the other man so hot headed, “what good will that do?”

“Well, everyone would know he’s bad for Max,” Lewis said, but Alonso shook his head.

“Look, all we have is an overheard conversation. I think it’s best we wait until Max comes out of heat, and see who can best approach him to say that it doesn’t have to be this way,” Alonso said, “and the rest of us will keep an eye out to collect more evidence.”

“I don’t want him to stay in this situation,” Daniel said.

“I know, but now we can’t help him. We can only make his situation worse by confronting Brad now. The man will say we must have misunderstood, and we’ll seem like the busybodies wanting to go with Max during his heat,” Alonso said, sounding all too full of reason for Daniel.

“I’ll go talk to him, when he’s out of heat,” Daniel said, knowing he was the closest to Max of the three of them.

“And well keep an eye out,” Lewis said, crossing his arms and looking as frustrated as Daniel felt.

“There you are, Charles,” Lando said, looking up from where he was lying underneath Oscar, who was busily pressing his face in Lando’s neck while he was pumping his hips up and down urgently, showing off his chiseled backside.

“You’re letting him take you?” Charles asked in surprise.

“No mate. Got a flesh light clenched between my legs,” Lando said, and Charles bended a little to see what was happening between them, seeing Oscar’s sizeable cock pressing in and out a flesh light that was clenched between Lando’s powerful thighs, the man’s own erection pressed against his stomach.

“Well, that looks creative,” Charles decided, taking off his shirt.

“Yeah, well he really wanted to fuck something after smelling Max,” Lando said, “and without that pretty mouth of yours, this is the best I could do.”

“Well, glad that you’re making do. Wished I had been here sooner as well,” Charles said, taking off his pants and joining the other two on the bed.

Oscar gave a whine, and pressed close to Charles suddenly, a whimper escaping him.

“Omega,” he gasped, and his body shuddered before he collapsed on Lando, breathing harshly while he tried to get his wits back for the short time his rut would allow it.

“You still smell of Max,” Lando stated, also pushing his nose against Charles’ throat and inhaling the sweet scent of heat.

“Yes. He was close to me when Oscar wanted to run towards him,” Charles said, having noticed the scent clinging to him during his lonesome ceremony.

“So, how was the podium?” Lando asked, having been busy with Oscar the whole time and wondering how they would have made it less weird.

“Great. I shared it with Zak and Christian…” Charles said, “just the ones I would like to spray Champagne on.”

“You were really unlucky. Imagine being able to dowse Max, and perhaps be able to entice him to come to the pack room so we could lick it off of him,” Lando said.

“Want that,” Oscar moaned, trying to get up, “let’s go.”

“No mate. Let’s just stay here and have a drink. Max is in his own room,” Lando said, shifting himself out from Oscar and getting the messy flesh light from between his legs.

He quickly grabbed a bottle and put the straw in Oscar’s mouth.

“You guys are so mean,” Oscar said after taking a drink, “talking about Max like that and then telling me he isn’t here.”

“Seems like your lucid for the moment,” Charles said.

“I am,” Oscar said, spooning the Ferrari driver and pressing his nose in the back of Charles neck, “man you smell good.”

“It’s Max,” Charles said, and Oscar nodded, taking the scent in.

It was a nice scent, sweet and spicy and fresh. There was something strange about though, but he guessed it was the heat portion of the scent. So far, he’d never scented an omega in heat before.

“Is Max angry at me?” Oscar wondered suddenly, making both Charles and Lando frown.

“Angry at you? What for?” Charles asked.

“Because I offset his heat,” Lando said, making Lando laugh.

“Don’t give yourself such a big compliment. Only omegas who don’t have a pack can get into heat that quickly because of a rutting Alpha they haven’t scented with before,” Lando said, shaking his head, “he was probably on the cusp of it as well.”

“Yeah,” Oscar said, feeling his mind grow fuzzy again while his dick hardened. Pressing his face more into Charles’ neck, he couldn’t help the small movements of his hips.

“Look at that, Charles, time to use that mouth of yours,” Lando said, making Charles roll his eyes.

“You’re obsessed with my mouth,” he muttered, but he still shifted himself down.

“Well, most Alphas aren’t that crazy about giving blowjobs, but you seem to like it,” Lando said, lying his head on Oscar’s chest so he had a good vantage point of Charles, “and I like seeing you do it.”

“Perv,” Charles said, letting the dick flop out of his mouth for a moment. A whine for Oscar and he took it in again, determined to get the younger Alpha off and to give Lando a show.

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Oscar’s rut went through it’s normal phases, the man moaning and rutting against anything that stood still long enough and being assisted by several flesh lights and other toys while the other Alpha drivers helped him.

Their scents, even though not as good as that of an Omega did give him the feeling of being in a pack.

Of course, that didn’t stop the rutting Alpha from asking about Max, and even though it started a bit as a joke, half the time they started to describe sex scenario’s with Max in the lead to help get Oscar off.

“Think about how wet Max must be now, right,” Carlos said, holding Oscar down while Lando was using an extremely well lubed flesh light on him, “he’s already been in heat for a couple of days, and he would really go wild with you.”

“Mmh, so nice,” Oscar moaned, grasping Carlos his firm biceps. The Spaniard saw the grin on Lando’s face, and he rolled his eyes.

“You are so hard going to tease him with this,” Carlos muttered.

“Of course,” Lando quipped, “now get on with your story telling. You’re getting me hard.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, but continued to make up his scenario until Oscar came, and laid there panting, before his eyes fluttered close and he fell asleep.

“His scent is returning to normal,” Land said, lying next to Oscar and pressing his nose against the scent gland. One of his hands was busy fondling himself.

“He is. Now let me help you with that,” Carlos said, and went to his side of the bed. A skillful hand and soon Lando found himself relieved of his problem.

Oscar was relieved when the rut was over late Wednesday afternoon. His whole body felt sensitive and sticky. A long soak later and sleeping half a day did help him feel a bit better.

Flying on Thursday morning, he made it just in time to do his media duties, trying to hold back the yawns as much as he could.

A rut or a heat were always physically exhausting, and even though Lando helped him stay awake during the interviews, he could have done without the jokes of the other Alpha who kept on mentioning how much he had been moaning for Max.

“Speaking of Max,” Oscar interrupted him, trying to ignore the flush on his own cheeks, which Lando was definitely noticing seeing his grin, “is he still in heat? I haven’t seen him around yet?”

“He is,” Lando said, looking a little more serious, “it seems like his heat is on the longer side. Probably because he only has Brad around.”

“Yeah, that must be it,” Oscar said, yawning, “you think he would like some more company next time?”

It was only when he heard Lando’s laugh that he realized he had said it out loud and even though he tried to escape his teammate, the moment they were in the pack room he was teased by about everyone about his overly affectionate attitude towards the Omega.

Alonso was frowning. He had just gone from the pack room, where everyone, including himself, had been teasing Oscar about how much he seemed to like the idea of Max after only getting a few whiffs of the Omega.

He had shared a look with Lewis, who was looking rather thoughtful at the man. They were planning to make sure that Max had been okay during his heat, and perhaps try to see if the Omega wanted some extra company, but first they needed to clear out the thing with Brad.

And that was why Alonso was frowning.

Brad, who should still be Max, seeing the Omega was still in heat, was here talking to Max’s replacement for FP 1 and 2, seeing that the Omega wouldn’t be able to make those.

Was Max out of his heat already? But even if he had gotten out of heat recently, Brad couldn’t have made it here already.

His thoughts went back to what Daniel had said, about how he heard Brad say that Max should spend his heat on his own.

The thought of an Alpha leaving his Omega like that made is blood boil, and it seemed that Daniel hadn’t been overreacting.

Calming down, he knew he couldn’t run in this and just confront the man. He would quickly think of an excuse, and he would know that the rest of the grid were on him.

No, they needed to do this thoughtfully and slyly. Casually, Alonso followed Brad, signing some caps here and there and taking some selfies, glad that Brad didn’t seem in a hurry.

The man running into GP had him suddenly searching for a bunch of fans where he could sign some more stuff and make some jokes while he tried to overhear what the two were saying.

“I hope the rest of the grid won’t bother Max,” Brad said, his voice sounding almost annoyed, “won’t do to have them near.”

“Max won’t go the pack room,” GP said, giving a sigh, “that’s something.”

“Good,” Brad said, and then they left, and Alonso couldn’t follow anymore, but the short conversation surprised him. GP was in this too?

In between FP 1 and 2, Daniel managed to find enough free time to walk up to GP, wondering if the man knew if Max had already arrived.

This morning there had been a message on the Media that Max’s heat had finally broken and that he was coming over as quickly as possible.

It had been a long heat. Normally it should have been at least a day shorter, if not more. At least, if there had been an Alpha around to help stabilize his pheromones and help him get settled.

Heats and ruts without help were manageable but always seemed to drag out longer than necessary and, well, in his case it left him feeling rather unsettled for a couple of days. At least until he could get a few scenting’s in.

“Still no Max here?” Daniel asked when he saw the engineer look his way.

“Well, I’m not seeing him here,” GP answered sarcastically, looking cross.

Daniel was a bit surprised with the reaction, feeling as if the man considered him an idiot for asking. It made him feel rather defensive suddenly.

“I just wanted to check. I read a message he left for here,” Daniel said, trying to keep his calm and wondering why the man was so angry.

“Yeah, well, it isn’t as if he’s preparing to step in the car now. Can’t you see our rookie?” GP asked, “you know he had a difficult heat.”

“Right,” Daniel said, wondering why that was common knowledge, and at the same time feeling worried about the fact that GP so easily could say that Max had a difficult heat. Did he know that his Alpha wasn’t helping him?

Perhaps this was Daniel’s opportunity to tell him about how Brad was neglecting Max through this, but before he could say anything, GP gave him a glare.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for FP2? Your results haven’t been good lately, so you better focus,” the man said, almost sounding dismissive, “and you best steer clear of Max. He doesn’t need an Alpha sniffing him out now.”

And before Daniel could answer that, GP walked away, rudely bumping into his shoulder while he walked away, leaving Daniel dumbfounded about that conversation.

Max was feeling absolutely horrible. His heat had dragged on until Friday morning, and the moment he felt as if he wouldn’t fall back into a frenzy of desperately pawing at himself, he had crawled out of the bed.

He had wanted to sleep forever, but one glance at the clock, and an extra check of the exact date had left him scrambling.

A quick, but thorough shower and some fresh clothes and he almost ran from the heat room. A member of the Red bull Media team had still been there, and after verifying that Max was out of his heat, he let the Omega go.

“If I hurry, I can still make FP 1,” Max muttered to himself, already calling to get his private jet ready before he went to his hotel room, relieved to see bags like he left them, mostly packed.

Stuffing in the rest of his belongings, he was immediately off, trying to ignore his pained and exhausted body in favor of getting to the next race on time.

Now, sitting on the plane, he got a quick call from Chrisitan, who told him to take his time, saying that they had put a rookie in his care for today.

Max gave a sigh, annoyed that he had been scrambling so hard, only to find out that it had been unnecessary.

At least it would give him the time to recover. His whole body was still sore and to be honest, he was feeling rather on edge right now. He guessed that if there was an Alpha around, he would definitely been able to scent the misery rolling off of him.

His heat had been rather horrible after all. Brad’s vague scent had quickly faded, and the man hadn’t returned to refresh it either.

The toys that had been provided had all been too big from him to use, and even though just wanking took off the edge in the beginning of the heat, he had soon grown desperate for something more.

He had tried to use the smallest toy again, and this time he had bitten his teeth while he pushed it in completely, almost vomiting from the pain and carefully he had pulled it out again, needing a few moments to catch his breath.

He had used his finger afterwards, but his hole had been still very painful from the toy. He still couldn’t believe that Omega’s were meant to take dick in there.

Even during his heat, where he desired it so much, he could barely take more than his two fingers, and that was only by the end of his heat, when the slick ran copiously from him.

But even worse than the no real relief to his horniness, was the absence of any pheromones in the room.

Even when he had left his heat room, the hallway in front was devoid of any familiar scents. No one of the other drivers had been near it.

When he had left his heat room, he had taken a moment to ask the red bull attendant about Oscar, wondering if the Alpha had been out of his rut.

“Oh yeah, he is. It ended Wednesday. The drivers took good care of him, from what I’ve heard,” the woman said, “sometimes we heard it very loudly even.”

“Oh, right,” Max had answered, before he had run off.

He guessed that he hadn’t been worth looking after. Oh, Max knew he hadn’t given consent for any sexual help, but just a little bit of their scent would have done wonders.

They didn’t even need to come in the heat room. Just a few shirts or scent packs he could have added to his little nest to make it all easier.

But he should have expected this to be honest. After George’s mail about him not being welcome in a pack room, he should have known that none of them were willing to let their clothes be soiled by his pheromones.

Even for Brad it was purely business. The scenting before his trainings were just so he wouldn’t be distracted.

“My pheromones probably stink,” Max said to himself, leaning backwards in his seat, and lowering it down a bit.

He winced when his muscles protested the movements, but once he settled, it was okay again.

Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep, hoping to at least get rid of the exhaustion. Only a small year left. Then he could finally wear blockers and take heat repressors.

Than no one needed to be bothered by his designation anymore and he could just focus on racing. It wasn’t as if there was anyone who wanted to be near him anyway.

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Max was grateful when he arrived in his hotel room. Seeing that there was someone replacing him on the first free practices, he at least had ample time to calm down a bit and get rested.

Glad that the hotel provided an Omega Care package, Max put his luggage down and immediately unpacked the extra blankets and pillows, and made himself a little nest on the bed.

Normally, Omegas would always carry some stuff with them to add to it, but for Max it was bare bones, and it would do. Well, perhaps it wasn’t completely bare bones.

Guiltily, he took out the three shirts he had stolen from the pack room and added them, right next to the pillow next to his face. At least he recognized all three of them now. Daniel, Charles and Oscar’s.

Pressing his face in them, he inhaled deeply, the pheromones giving him a sort of feeling that he had missed during his entire heat. How much had he wanted to have something like that near him?

“At least I still have it now,” Max muttered, yawning.

Getting out his pyjama’s, he put his alarm for two hours. A nap, and then he would take the time to look at the results of the free practice.

He had lost more than enough time with the heat. Max was still more than determined to win his fourth championship.

Max kept on smiling and waving at everyone who greeted him, trying to keep the flush off his cheek, fully aware of the fact that everyone knew he had just gotten out of heat.

At least no one had really asked him about it. The few short conversations he hadn’t been able to get out of had all been about the rookie that had taken his car and had destroyed the front wing.

Luckily, Max had quickly managed to end those conversations, and currently was making way to his own rooms, hoping that Brad would be there.

After the heat he had, he really could do with a cuddle and a scenting.

Just that thought made him flush horribly, but it was what his body was craving for. Just contact with the Alpha and exchanging his pheromones.

He hoped that he wouldn’t get hard, but to be honest, his dick was still feeling a little sore from his heat, the endless masturbation that never brought the satisfaction had rubbed it a little too much.

“Oh, hey Max,” Daniel said, making Max stop in his tracks.

The Omega turned around with a smile on his face, trying to hide his disappointment that he had been delayed in his search for Brad.

“Oh, hi Daniel,” Max said, trying not to wince when he saw the look Daniel threw him. He flushed a little, knowing that his scent betrayed his emotions a little too well, and not wanting Daniel to get the wrong idea.

For a moment, the two stood still, and Max wondered how impolite it would be if he just told Daniel he was busy and left the man on his own.

But before he could, Daniel took a step closer, and Max almost felt his knees buckle when the Alpha stood a little closer, the pheromones almost overwhelming him, but he kept his legs locked and firm.

He knew he wasn’t wanted, so the least he should do was keep his hands to himself.

“Uhm, Max. Can I have a few minutes? I wanted to talk to you about something,” Daniel said, feeling a little hesitant, “perhaps best somewhere private?”

“Oh. Right. I guess we can go to my driver’s room,” Max said, frowning a little, “can be that Brad will be there though.”

“Let’s go to my driver’s room. There’s no one there,” Daniel said, not wanting to be anywhere near Brad for the moment, not knowing if he would be able to control himself if the man gave Max so much as a wrong look.

“I guess we can,” Max said, frowning, but reluctantly agreeing.

He knew that Daniel’s driver’s room would be filled with his scent, which would make it so difficult for him. Why was it that during his heat, he had been bereft of all those scents, and now he was just out of it, and he was trying to ignore them, everyone got him in situations where he couldn’t avoid them.

Daniel was glad that Max agreed, even though the souring of the scent and the reluctance surrounding the Omega was quite alarming. But he knew what he had heard Brad say, and he could guess that it was probably playing a role in all of this.

Wanting to sort out this situation with Brad, he quickly guided Max to his driver’s room, holding open the door for the Omega, and even more surprised when Max just entered and didn’t give a comment about him being overly gallant.

Max swallowed harshly when he entered the room. His suspicions were correct. The scent in the room was completely Daniel. He could almost taste the man.

Standing frozen in the doorway, he was dazed by it, his own scent reacting to it, a yearning and a want in the pit of his belly.

“Like my scent?” Daniel asked, smiling at the Omega, glad when his scent seemed to lighten up again and hoping that his pheromones would put Max at ease.

His question caused Max’s scent to sour immediately. The Omega turned around, and crossed his arms in front of his chest defensively, looking at Daniel.

“So, what was it you wanted to talk about?” Max asked, completely ignoring Daniel’s question. The Alpha looked a little surprised at the reaction, but quickly regained himself.

“Right,” Daniel said, feeling a little uncomfortable to talk about it, but he wanted to let Max knew that there were better options than Brad out there. Even being with no one seemed to be a better option.

“Daniel?” Max asked when the other man stayed silent.

“I wanted to talk to you about Brad,” Daniel said, hoping that Max wouldn’t run away angry and slam a door in his face or something.

“Brad?” Max asked in surprise. From all the things that Daniel wanted to talk to him about, Brad had been the last thing he had expected. He didn’t even think that Brad and Daniel really talked before, so it did make him wonder what the alpha wanted to say about the trainer.

“Yes, Brad,” Daniel said, looking uncomfortable, before looking intensely in Max’s eyes, “I know what the two of you have Max, and it isn’t right.”

Max’s eyes widened at the words, and guilt immediately coiled in his stomach. He knew what Daniel was talking about. He shouldn’t want to cuddle and scent with the Alpha, who was just doing his best to keep him in shape.

It was not something that he was supposed to do with the trainer, and it seemed like other people had noticed that he was taking advantage of Brad.

“But” Max said, wanting to defend himself, wanting to say that he really didn’t have anyone else, and that he knew he was taking advantage and that it was wrong, but he needed someone.

“Max,” Daniel interrupted him, “I think you better stay away from Brad.”

“Away?” Max forced out, his voice small, and Daniel nodded.

“Yes, away. I mean, it’s harmful and demeaning,” Daniel said, trying to convince Max that Brad wasn’t right for him.

“I…I didn’t think of that,” Max said, looking pale, and biting his lip, before looking at Daniel again, “but you’re right. It has to stop.”

Daniel smiled in relief, glad that Max was seeing it as well, glad that he had been able to help him.

“I’m glad you think so too,” Daniel said in relief, patting Max’s back with a smile. The Omega smiled back, even though the scent was still distressed.

But that seemed to be only natural, seeing that Max was about to break up with the Alpha.

Max left the room, swallowing back his tears. The conversation with Daniel had made him sure now. He shouldn’t cuddle with Brad or scent with him anymore.

Man, he really was disgusting, using someone like that. At least Daniel had the decency to tell him in private, before the media could get a whiff out of it.

He could already see the headlines, ‘Max Verstappen abuses his position’ or something like that.

Free practice 3 was over and most of the grid was currently taking a break in the pack room, Oscar sitting next to Lando who was having a hushed conversation with Daniel.

“I’m telling you, Brad is absolutely taking advantage of Max,” Daniel said.

“Come on, Max wouldn’t let him,” Lando said with a frown, even though he started to look worried. The conversation continued in the same way, and Oscar could see Lando believing Daniel more and more.

“I’ve got something to do,” Oscar said suddenly getting up, making both Lando and Daniel look at him with a frown.

“Well, see that you’re back in time for qualifying,” Lando said, looking at him curiously, and Oscar nodded with a small smile, and left the pack room.

All that speculating about Max left him a little confused. Daniel had been overhearing a lot, and he had been guessing a lot from the context and so far, the only conversation he really seemed to have with Max was where he had told him that it was wrong what Brad did.

But even that one hadn’t sounded like real conversation.

It made him think that Max never really seemed to talk to anyone since he had come into his secondary gender. It was kind of weird actually. Before the man would seek them out easily, but now he didn’t.

Looking at his watch, he knew that the time was short, and he rather not have a hurried conversation with Max. But there was something else he could do. Quickly going to his trainer, he was glad that the man was able to help him with a peace offering for Max, just in case Daniel was right.

Attaching the scent pad next to his scent gland, he put his shirt over it, and was glad the pad was slim enough to hide underneath his driver suit.

This way, it would be able to soak up his pheromones and his trainer would get him a plushie to put it in. A gift of a scent plushie to an Omega was more traditional for courting, but it could also be because of friendship these days.

He hoped that Max wouldn’t take it wrong, but if what Daniel said was true, the Omega could use some comforting pheromones, and if it wasn’t, well, Brad hadn’t been him during his heat, so he might still want the pheromones.

“At least, if he likes your scent,” Oscar muttered to himself, rubbing the spot where the scent pad was lying, “but it won’t hurt to try.”

Max was glad to be in the car. It had been difficult, entering the room where Brad had been waiting for him, the trainer smiled and already his pheromones very present in the training room.

But Max resisted them, and when the Alpha asked about how he was feeling, he had lied. He had seen the concerned frown that Brad had thrown at him, but that was okay.

The man did have the tendency to follow Max’s mood and to not ask where it wasn’t wanted.

Free practice three had gone well enough and now they were ready to start qualifying.

And this is where he thrived. On the racetrack, chasing pole to chase victory.

Here, he could put all the worries from his mind and just do what he needed to do to achieve what he wanted. Lap after lap trying to improve, to find that one smidgen of extra time.

And then he got pole.

Happily cheering, he was glad that he was even able to take his mind off of all the scents in the area, glad to get through everything until he could go back to get showered and back in his normal clothes, ready to go to his hotel room.

“Hi Max,” Oscar said suddenly appearing beside him, his scent fresh and tantalizing and not covered by a scent blocker like everyone else’s was.

“Oscar,” Max greeted, friendly but wary at the same time.

“I was wonder, uhm, I wanted to talk to you. You already got dinner?” Oscar asked, making Max blink at him in surprise.

“No, I didn’t,” Max said, making Oscar smile.

“Great. Let’s grab something and eat it in our hotel room. You got a preference?” Oscar asked.

“For dinner?” Max asked, and Oscar nodded.

“Yeah, and whose hotel room. Mine or yours?” Oscar asked.

“You know, I haven’t agreed to this,” Max said, sounding amused and Oscar grinned sheepishly.

“Well, if you don’t want to, I can always find something to eat on my own,” Oscar said, but Max was already shaking his head.

“Let’s get some pizza,” the Omega said, “I feel like a cheat day.”

“Pizza sounds wonderful,” Oscar said, grinning. Besides, after a heat and a rut, both of them could use some extra calories, “so my room or yours?”

“Yours,” Max said, and Oscar nodded. It seemed only natural that an Omega wouldn’t want strange scents close to where he was sleeping.

“Mine it is,” Oscar easily said, grateful that he and Max would be able to have a quiet talk to clear the air about everything that happened.

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Max was honestly surprised by Oscar’s invitation to go eat together, especially seeing how he wasn’t really welcome in the pack room. It was nice though, to be once again invited to something, even as simple as this.

“You know, let me quickly take a shower,” Max said, pointing to the Red bull side of the paddock, still feeling the sweat drip down his back from qualifying.

“Sure. I’ll meet you right over here,” Oscar said, smiling and waving when Max ran off, even though he was feeling slightly disappointed about not having his scent here anymore.

The exertion of driving had increased it, and it was all filled with content pheromones, showing how much the driver liked to race.

Self-consciously, he slid his hand in his bag, where the scent plushie was in. His scent had imbued into the pad, and he hoped that he would find an opportunity to present it to Max.

“I hope he won’t laugh with me,” Oscar muttered, feeling a little silly about his gift, but still wanting to give it to Max.

Max was happy to take the time to shower, to brace himself to be surrounded by Oscar’s scent for the rest of the evening, hoping he wouldn’t do anything foolish. He hadn’t scented anyone since before his heat, Daniel making him all too aware that Brad was actually off-limits for him.

Joining Oscar again, he tried to not walk too close, all too aware of the other man’s scent and hoping that his own scent wouldn’t show too much about how much he liked it.

It was nice. That’s why he had chosen Oscar’s shirt before, together with Charles’ and Daniel’s. He hadn’t known it was the Alpha’s back then, but it had been a very good scent.

Vaguely, Max wondered if anyone had already found out that the three shirts were missing, and he did hope that no one would think he had anything to do with it.

He didn’t want to steal them, but he even disliked it more to give them back before every last bit of scent had disappeared from them.

“I’ll order some delivery,” Oscar said when they arrived at his hotel, bringing Max out of his thoughts.

“Sounds good,” Max said, entering the room behind the other driver.

As expected, the scent of the Alpha hit him straight in the face and even though he had been mentally trying to prepare for it, it hadn’t worked.

Without any chance to stop it, Max gave a gasp when he felt his knees buckle, swooning.

The small gasp was enough to alert Oscar, who turned around and only just managed to surge forward quickly enough to clumsily catch Max, the Omega bumping against his chest while he tried to find his footing again.

“Max, are you okay?” Oscar said, trying to not react to the scent coming from the Omega, his worry for the suddenness of the almost fall to the forefront.

Max looked at the Alpha, the closeness making it difficult to make his brain work. Then he pushed away, his face flushing bright red.

He had read about this in the pamphlet. Swooning, an automatic response of an Omega to test potential Alphas, to see how they react to him and sure enough, not only had Oscar caught him, but the wave of reacting pheromones nearly made Max dizzy.

It had been a reaction to the amount of scent present, which had already been familiar in his nest. His body was reacting to it as if they were already courting and Max was just happy that Oscar didn’t seem to notice that.

Of course he wouldn’t. The man didn’t know that there was a shirt of his in Max’s nest.

“Max?” Oscar asked again, concern bleeding into his voice and scent when the Omega was just staring at him with a bright red face.

“I’m fine,” Max said, collecting his wits, and trying to find an excuse, “uhm, I’m still a little weak, from my, uhm, heat, I think.”

“Right, of course,” Oscar said, feeling a little foolish to not have thought about that probability. It had been a long heat, and with Brad here, there had been little support for the Omega. It seemed only logical that he was still a little off, “best you sit down.”

“Yeah,” Max said, letting Oscar guide him to the couch, the hand still holding his arm in support.

It was difficult to not press close to the Alpha, and rub his scent gland against Oscar’s the way he had done with Brad already.

But even though there was no unwelcome scent, Max was sure that it would be there quick enough if he acted on his desires. It was perhaps difficult to pick up on Oscar’s current emotions in the room filled with his pheromones, but at least Max was sure of that.

“I actually wanted to apologize about that,” Oscar said, once Max was seated down and in no danger of taking a nosedive to the floor.

Max frowned at the man, surprise clear on his face at that sentence.

“Apologize? For what?” Max asked, wondering if he had missed a part of the conversation because he had been too distracted by the scent in the room.

“About your heat,” Oscar explained, “my rut was right at the same moment. I think I set it off.”

“I don’t think it was that,” Max said, shaking his head, a little amused that the Alpha was taking the blame for that, “we’ve barely been in contact before, so your rut didn’t have any influence on it.”

“Well, I still want to say sorry,” Oscar said, and Max smiled at him.

“Well, I guess I can accept the apology, even though I think it wasn’t your fault,” Max said.

Oscar gave him a small smile, and Max was glad to sit near the friendly Alpha.

It seemed like how much most of the drivers thought he stunk, that Oscar didn’t feel that way. At least not that Max noticed, not even in the other one’s scent.

“So, McLaren is doing better now,” Max said, jumpstarting a conversation, and Oscar easily started to talk, making sure to not say anything he wasn’t supposed to.

The pizza soon arrived, and they continued their conversation while eating, Max glad to be just chilling with Oscar right now. He kind off had missed something as simple as this.

No one was telling him he was doing something wrong or inappropriate, like going to the pack room, nor was Oscar paid to tolerate him and his stupid behavior, like Brad was.

“Max, can I ask you something personal?” Oscar asked, looking cautiously at the Omega, and blushing a little when he tried not to notice the tiniest bit of tomato sauce clinging to the corner of Max’s mouth.

Max lowered the slice of pizza he was holding, looking warily at Oscar, wondering what it could be.

He hesitated a bit. So far, Oscar had been nice to him. Scenting the air for a moment, he was glad that Oscar wasn’t wearing any blockers, so Max was sure that there was no maliciousness or disgust associated with that question.

“Sure,” Max said, trying to sound casual, but Oscar could smell from his pheromones how defensive Max had gotten with that question.

Oscar licked his lips nervously, glad that Max had given him a chance to speak, but still hoping that the question wouldn’t be wrongly taken.

“Why don’t you ever come to the pack room?” Oscar asked, hoping that the question was innocent enough.

He had heard Daniel talk about Brad forbidding Max from going, but it was only second-hand information, and the other man admitted it came from overheard conversations.

Max stared at the Alpha when he asked that question, at first thinking that Oscar was mocking him, and for a moment he wanted nothing more but to get up and storm out, but the scent in the room kept him here. This was just an innocent question.

“Don’t you know?” Max asked, feeling shame in the pit of his stomach.

“I…I heard rumors,” Oscar cautiously said, reading the mood and thanking the fact that Max wasn’t wearing blockers, and he could smell his mood at least a little bit, “but they’re just rumors. I wanted to see if they’re true.”

“They are,” Max said, feeling miserable, but being honest. Oscar was clearly innocent in all of this, but seeing that it involved the pack room, he might as well know the truth. That he was a disgustingly smelling Omega, and no one wanted him to encroach on the room they used to relax in.

It was just him that was wrong. If it had been someone else that turned out to be an Omega, Max was sure that they would be welcomed, building their nest in the pack room and bask in the multitude of calming scents.

“So, you do want to come to the pack room?” Oscar asked, seeing the Omega wince at the conclusion that the Alpha had reached.

“It doesn’t matter,” Max said, sounding miserable, “I’m not allowed.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Oscar said, an edge of anger to his voice when he realized that what Daniel had said was true. Brad didn’t allow Max to go.

What kind of power did the man have over Max to keep him away from the pack room and then not help him out during a heat?

Some of them could have helped out Max, if he wanted to. At least he wouldn’t be almost fainting now then, even if all the help they had offered was just scent pads and clothing items for his nest.

“Look, I just don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable,” Max said, even though he felt warm inside that Oscar was offended on his behalf. At least someone was on his side. Perhaps he could ask for a shirt or something with his scent for his nest.

At that thought, Max took himself in check anymore. Oscar didn’t mind him, that didn’t mean he should ask for an item of clothing. It was rude and inappropriate, and he had to watch out, he stopped doing things like that.

“Screw that,” Oscar said, looking pissed, and the anger was clear in his voice, something that surprised Max seeing that the man always seemed calm when they were racing, “just come over when you want to. Brad has nothing to say about it!”

“Brad?” Max asked, suddenly confused when his trainer’s name was thrown in the conversation, “what has Brad have to do with me going to the pack room?”

“You just said he wasn’t allowing you to go,” Oscar said, giving Max a puzzled look.

“Why would Brad say that?” Max said, wondering how Oscar had gotten that conclusion, and unhappy he had to spell it out for Oscar, “didn’t you get that mail from George? About omegas not allowed in the pack room?”

“Mail?” Oscar said, starting at the unhappy looking Max, remembering the mail not that long ago, from when someone had snuck in an Omega and afterwards had used so much blocker that all the scents had been erased from their pack room.

“Yes, mail,” Max said, his face flushing even harder, and wiggling a little around on his seat, hating the fact that he had to admit that it had come because of his scent that was in the pack room.

“That mail wasn’t about you,” Oscar said, “someone snuck an Omega in, and that’s why George sent the mail.”

“Yeah right,” Max said with a snort, not really believing how naïve that Oscar was, “what a coincidence, right after I spent a night in the pack room, George sent that mail, because someone else snuck in an omega. Of course, it’s not about me.”

The sarcastic and mocking tone was clear, but Oscar barely paid any attention to the tone, and more to the words Max had said.

“You were in the pack room that night?” Oscar asked, his eyes widening when he saw that Max’s cheeks colored to a brilliant red at Oscar’s question.

The Omega felt embarrassment fill him, knowing he had betrayed himself to someone who hadn’t known yet.

Knowing that lying now would just make him look more foolish, Max begrudgingly nodded, not wanting to say it out loud.

Oscar frowned when he noticed how sour the scent of the Omega had become, and it was clear that Max was greatly bothered by that.

“Max?” Oscar asked again, the Omega letting out a huff rom frustration before he answered.

“I was. So, when George and whoever entered the room, they noticed it had been me, and then they sent the mail. I’m grateful that they kept it anonymous though,” Max said in a soft voice, not looking at the Alpha.

Oscar’s pheromones had increased by now, in an unconscious gesture to try and cheer Max up, but there was more that he could do.

“That wasn’t what I heard,” Oscar said seriously.

“Yeah, well, they clearly respected me enough to let me save face,” Max muttered, shrugging and feeling actually grateful that George and the others had kept the knowledge of him spending the night in the pack room to themselves.

It seemed that it had only been a select group of drivers who had known.

“No, I don’t think that’s it,” Oscar said, a thoughtful expression on his face, before he suddenly brightened, “I know. Why don’t we just ask.”

“What?” Max asked, looking perplexed at the now enthusiastic Alpha, who didn’t seem to want to waste any time and was already pulling him along.

“Yeah. Let’s just clear this out. Even if George doesn’t want you there, it’s not his decision to take. It’s the DRIVERS pack room, not George’s personal one. No racism, sexism or other forms of discrimination allowed,” Oscar said.

“Yeah, but…” Max tried to say.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll see this is one big misunderstanding,” Oscar said, glad that Max was letting himself be pulled along.

“I’m not sure about that,” the Omega said.

“Don’t you worry. I’m on your side, and believe me, I’m not the only one who wants you to feel comfortable,” Oscar said with a smile.

Lando frowned at his phone for a moment, before his fingers quickly moved over the screen, sending a text back.

“Is something wrong?” Daniel asked, just having caught Lando’s expression.

“No, not really? Oscar was just asking if I was in the pack room,” Lando said, still frowning a little bit.

“Is it that weird?” Daniel asked.

“Not really, but if he wanted to know who was here as well,” Lando said, not used that his teammate asked those details. Before Daniel could say something, his phone buzzed, and Lando quickly checked the new message, “and apparently he wants me to keep everyone in here.”

“You think he’s got a rut after wave?” Daniel asked, also thinking it a very peculiar question.

“This long after his rut?” Lando asked skeptically, putting his phone in his pocket and quickly running towards the door before Lewis could leave.

The man looked at him weirdly, but when he explained about the text he had received, he was easily convinced to stay here and see what the fuss was all about.

Soon, the room was buzzing with curiosity, everyone trying to ask Lando why they needed to stay and Lando had nothing more to say but that Oscar had asked it.

It took too long before finally the door opened, and Oscar stepped in.

All curious eyes turned to him, and Lando was poised to ask loudly why Oscar had demanded that from him, but before he could, he saw Max enter behind his teammate.

The Omega was clearly skittish and Lando soon caught a whiff of his scent, making it clear that Omega was uncomfortable.

But he was here, in the pack room, making him feel relieved that he apparently dared to finally defy Brad. Lando shared a look with Daniel, who nodded, and they knew that they would do anything in their power to make sure that the Omega would keep on daring to come here, to seek relaxation and support if he needed it.

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Max was feeling nervous. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest and his palms so sweaty. Not a single race had ever made him feel as nervous as he is now.

He knew that he wasn’t wanted here. Hell, he knew that was the case even before he had come into his secondary gender, but to be in here now and have that being explicitly said, it would definitely hurt.

Would they start raining accusations on him? Asking him how he would think that he was welcome to even show his face here, or to pollute the space with his scent.

“Max,” Daniel said, coming towards him and smiling, but Max knew it was fake. Oscar hadn’t been informed either, but he knew that some of them knew.

“I think I should be going,” Max said, unable to stop the flinch when Lewis stepped closer, and the Alpha’s scent got more pronounced.

They were wearing partial blocker, all of them, hiding their emotions, but the tempting scents were noticeable, which made it hard for Max, who had to try and resist pressing into anyone.

Oscar’s scent was so close and welcoming, and how much he knew that the other’s disliked him, he really didn’t want to ruin anything with Oscar.

“I don’t think so, Max, not until we talked,” Oscar said, noticing the distress and his scent was instinctively reacting to it, sending calming waves of pheromones towards Max.

The Omega gave a whimper, and then suddenly fell through his legs, dizzy because of the scents and the way he was holding himself back.

“Max?” Oscar asked, touching his elbow and Max suddenly felt the strength leave his legs, and once again, he stumbled down in Oscar’s arms, his face falling against the shoulder and so close to the scent gland.

Unable to answer, he pressed his head in closer, his mind fuzzy and only fixated on one thing.

Oscar almost froze in surprise when he felt the face press against his scent gland, the full scent of the Omega close to him.

“He’s scared,” Oscar said, sounding surprised. He knew that Max was reluctant to come here, but scared?

“Darn it,” Daniel cursed, angry at Brad. He just knew that the trainer was no good for Max.

“Here, let’s get him on the couch,” Lewis said, casting a look at Daniel that told him to hold it a little longer while they first took care of Max.

Together with Oscar, the Alpha got Max on the couch, the Omega barely realizing what was going on, only that he was getting closer to so many blissful scents.

He had never been able to scent with so many people before. The closest he had ever gotten there was that one night he had spent in the pack room.

The Pack room!

Gasping, Max pushed himself away from Oscar, and saw where he was. Oscar was looking at him with concern, something that translated in his scent, and Max could only feel affection for the Alpha for being so caring.

Looking behind Oscar, he saw Daniel, his jaw clenched, and he was clearly hiding anger. He could scent Daniel, but no emotions, but it was clear on his face that he was angry.

And why wouldn’t he be? He had told Max how wrong he was for scenting with Brad, and now he was here in the pack room pressed against Oscar. The man was probably disgusted with him.

Looking around, he was Lewis looking at them as well, and George was standing hesitantly in a corner, and there was Lando, looking tense and even Charles and Carlos were in the room, silent and standing a small distance away.

“Uhm, I think I’ll leave now,” Max said, getting up, but feeling dizzy.

His body wasn’t used to be somewhere saturated with all those scents, and it was all a battle of his instincts against his mind and his body seemed to be winning.

“No, stay here,” Oscar said, “you’re welcome here.”

“No, I’m not,” Max said, sounding almost angry, but his scent was pure desperation, “I’ll just go. I’m sorry to intrude.”

“Why? Are you scared of him?” Daniel said, his voice harsh and his fists clenched, making Max’s mouth grow dry.

“I’m not scared,” Max said defensively, unable to get up.

“You seem afraid,” Lewis said, his voice calm and sitting down on Max’s other side.

The Omega turned around and tried not to press himself against Oscar.

“I’m not,” Max said, his gaze fixed on Lewis, “I know I’m not supposed to be here, that’s all.”

“And why aren’t you supposed to be here?” Oscar asked, making Max look at him, feeling betrayed. He had already explained why, and to talk about it with George near.

“You know why,” Daniel interfered, “god damn, Max, why do you listen to that guy?”

“I…,” Max said, a little confused about the way Daniel asked it.

“I can go to Christian now, and ask Brad to be fired. Just say the word,” Daniel said, making Max’s eyes widen. He didn’t think that Daniel thought his behavior was so bad.

“What. Of course not. Brad shouldn’t be punished because I did something wrong,” Max said, immediately defending his trainer.

“Max!” Daniel said, feeling shocked that the Omega thought that he was the one that had done something wrong.

“Could we all calm down for a moment,” Oscar said, still sounding calm, and carefully putting his hand on the small of Max’s back, feeling the Omega lean into him.

Everyone looked at him, and it did feel a little intimidating, but he wanted everyone to be on the same page, because he was sure that there were a few misunderstandings running around.

“I’m calm,” Daniel practically growled, not sounding calm at all.

“Well, let’s start with the first thing,” Oscar said, looking at Max before glancing at George, “Max told me you sent a mail saying he wasn’t allowed in the pack room.”

George’s eyes went wide when he realized it was him. Oscar was talking too, everyone else gazing at him in shocked surprise.

“What?” the Brit asked, “what mail?”

“The mail that there were no Omegas allowed in the pack room,” Oscar said, seeing Max stare at the floor, but the Omega had stayed put, leaning against Oscar’s hand.

“The mail?” George said, before he seemingly understood what is was going on about, “you mean the mail when someone took an Omega to the pack room?”

“Yes, that mail,” Oscar said, “Max thinks you mean it’s about him.”

“No, of course it’s not about you, Max,” Lewis said, George denying it as well.

“It is, though,” Max said, frowning and glancing up at Lewis, his head tilted a little to the side while he tried to gauge their words with their emotions.

“Of course it isn’t,” George said, shocked that his mail had made Max think that, “why would you think that?”

“Because I had been here, that night,” Max said, flushing, and not really admitting to having stayed the whole night.

“You have?” Lewis asked, looking in surprise at the Omega.

“Yeah, but you guys knew that already,” Max said, sure that his scent must have been noticeable even after using the scent blocker. After all, if they hadn’t smelled anything, how else would they’ve known that there had been an omega in the pack room.

“No, we didn’t,” Lewis said, “how were we supposed to know?”

“Because of my scent,” Max exclaimed, now starting to wonder if there were perhaps only a few drivers who knew about that.

“There was no scent that morning. Someone used a blocker to eliminate all scents,” Lewis said, still remembering the uncanny feeling of having the pack room sanctuary completely cleansed of any welcoming scents.

“Ah,” Max said, flushing, “I just…I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable by leaving my scent.”

“You used the blocker?” Lewis asked, surprised when Max nodded, “why?”

“Like I said, I know you guys don’t want any weird scents in the room, and I’ve been there a while,” Max said, not wanting to admit that he had spent the night because he had been able to sleep.

“But we want you here,” George quickly said, feeling guilty about the mail, “we thought someone took an Omega in the pack room to impress her, and that they used a blocker afterwards to hide it.”

Max blinked at him in surprise, not knowing if he should believe the things he said or not.

“And then there is Brad,” Oscar said, glad that they had cleared up that. At the mention of the name, Daniel immediately bristled, but luckily, he kept his mouth.

“What about Brad?” Max asked, feeling nervous at the mention of his trainer and the way Daniel was looking. Was the man going to tell everyone how pathetic he was, having no one else to scent except someone who was trained to keep him in top shape.

“Well, a lot of us wondered why Brad didn’t help you during your heat,” Oscar said, keeping his voice calm and Max frowned.

“Why would he?” Max asked, confused once again, “I mean, I know I scented him a few times, but after Daniel talking to me, I know I was wrong.”

“What?” Daniel said, his eyes widening when everyone glanced at him.

“You told me that what I’ve been doing to Brad was wrong,” Max said, feeling defensive now, and wondering how it all become so complicated, “you said that it had to stop.”

“I meant, him taking advantage of you,” Daniel said, “you two are pack right? Pack should help each other out during heats, and he was here while you were all alone.”

“We’re not pack,” Max said with a frown, “I know it’s wrong to scent with someone who isn’t pack.”

“It’s not wrong, as long as everyone is consenting,” Charles was quick to say, approaching the couch now and putting his hand on Max’s shoulder, looking at him in concern, “so you and Brad aren’t pack?”

“No, we’re not,” Max said, his cheeks flushed, knowing that he really wasn’t desirable at all.

“Okay. Uhm, could you tell me, did you have anyone with you during your heat? Or any scents?” Charles asked, feeling concern rise up in his chest.

“No, there was no one,” Max said, looking ashamed, “I…no scents.”

“That must have been very hard,” Charles said, seeing Daniel still looking at them in shock.

“Maxie, I’m sorry,” Daniel broke through, feeling guilt coil into his stomach, “I thought you and Brad were together. I heard some things, and I thought he left you alone during heat on purpose.”

“Of course not,” Max said, looking wide eyed at Daniel, “Brad has been more than kind. He didn’t even mind it when I wanted to scent, even though he’s just my trainer. I just didn’t realize how much advantage I was taking.”

“Max, if he was letting you, I don’t think you were taking advantage,” Lando said cautiously, “he could have pushed you away or said no at any time.”

“I guess,” Max said, frowning, “so, uhm, it’s not bad to scent with Brad?”

“No, it isn’t, if that’s what makes you feel comfortable. And him,” Lewis said, smiling at Max.

“And the pack room?” Max said, still feeling a little nervous about being in there.

“You are very welcome. We even have materials for a nest,” the Alpha said, pointing to the blankets and pillows that were neatly put away, “we do have some shirts as well.”

“Some of them did go missing though,” Carlos said, standing near Lando, who nodded.

“Oh,” Max said, unable to hide the flush on his cheeks when he thought about the three shirts he had stolen.

“Right,” Carlos said, seeing the look and he could see the pleased faces of Oscar, Charles and Daniel, the three who were missing their shirt.

“Well, Max, uhm, do you want to, uhm, do you want to scent?” Oscar asked, hoping that he wasn’t pushing his luck.

“Scent?” Max asked, feeling the air escape from his lungs, “but don’t you guys dislike my scent?”

“Now, why would you think that?” Lewis asked, and Max shrugged.

“I just guessed. No one was really close to me and all, and you guys all came running to Oscar when he got his rut,” Max muttered, feeling a little childish when he explained it like that.

“That’s because we didn’t have your consent,” Lewis said, thinking, “do you like some of our scents?”

Max couldn’t do anything but nod, his face flushed red as a tomato.

“Well, we’re perhaps with a few too many, but how about you pick a couple of us to have a scenting session with, and perhaps we can see that we have something figured out for your next heat, if you want some help?” Lewis said, sounding calm and collected.

“You mean sex?” Max said, his scent souring a bit when he thought about all the toys he had gotten during his heat and how they had all been too big and painful to use.

He couldn’t imagine how bad it must feel to have an Alpha suddenly press into him and even swell up thicker after their knot popped in him.

“It doesn’t have to be sex,” Lando was quick to say, “we can just scent a little, be there and you can use us as life size pillows, or just you know, rub against us if you want to. And you should know what Charles can do with his mouth.”

“What’s the obsession with my mouth?” Charles said, looking amused.

“It is a good mouth,” Carlos muttered.

“You don’t have to make any decisions now. You just got a heat, it’ll probably be a while,” Lewis said, “how long were you in between heats?”

“Uhm, almost two weeks,” Max said, again seeing the looks of surprised aimed at him, but the older Alpha recovered quickly.

“Well, it’s normal to be irregular at first. How about we just try a scenting session. You can pick who you want to be there now, and the rest will leave you on your own,” Lewis said, making Max’s mouth go dry at the thought of finally being able to scent.

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Max was feeling overwhelmed.

Being in the pack room was a new experience to say the least, and there were so many scents, which in itself was already rather overwhelming.

But now everyone was staring at him, the conversation making him realize that he had misunderstood so many things before and was making him feel a little confused, but even that wasn’t the worst.

Lewis had told him that they would have a scenting session!

It was something his body craved so hard, ever since he came into his designation, and the few little scenting sessions he had gotten before with Brad had barely been able to scratch that itch.

“You don’t have to be afraid to pick,” Lewis said when Max kept on staring at him, his scent not sour, but it was clear the Omega was uncomfortable.

“I…” Max said, but then he trailed off, the scents of all the different Alphas making his brain stop working, and part of his fear stayed that he wasn’t truly wanted here. After all, they were wearing blockers which did hide their emotions.

Perhaps George had been serious about the mail, and Daniel really thought he was out of line when he scented with Brad.

Perhaps some Alphas were waiting until he was alone to tell him how he wasn’t wanted there.

But, there was one scent that just exuded worry and care and comfort, and as overwhelmed as he was feeling by everything, Max turned his face to Oscar, once again pressing close and unable to stop himself, he made a small keening sound.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out,” Oscar said, rubbing his scent gland over Max’s and feeling his own body tingle when the two scents mingled together, and the Omega scent seemed to become even more pronounced. He looked at Lewis, the oldest Alpha in here seeming confident and calm, “perhaps it’s best that we choose for now?”

“What do you say, Max? You want us to make the decision?” Lewis asked, leaning over, and Max’s gave a little groan when the scent was so close, his brain seemingly not able to process anything anymore.

“I’ll stay,” Daniel was quick to say, stepping forward, but Lewis sat up and frowned at him.

“Perhaps you’ll be better for when Max is more…accustomed to it,” Lewis said delicately.

“What? Why?” Daniel asked, his voice loud and glaring at Lewis, making Max whimper at the sound of it, “I’ve been teammates for him for so long already. I’m his friend!”

“Yes, and you are angry and emotional right now,” Lewis said, his voice calm, and he put a hand on Max’s back to rub it in comfort having noticed the Omega tense at the angry voice, “he doesn’t need someone who is not able to control himself right now.”

“He needs someone calm,” Oscar said, looking at Lewis, “like you.”

“Ah, I guess,” Lewis said, frowning, and looking around the room.

“Well, I guess we best go read up on how to help Omegas out,” Charles said, patting Lewis’ shoulders with a grin, even while Daniel was standing there, his hands in fists and not wanting to admit that the other Alpha was right.

“We’ll be going out now,” Lando said grabbing Daniel’s arm and pulling him along, “once Max is back to his usual self, I’m sure he’ll ask the two of us to cuddle close with.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said, deflating a little and reluctantly leaving the room, the rest of the alphas doing the same while Oscar kept Max in his arms while the room emptied, leaving him, Max and Lewis there.

For a moment, they sat like that, until Max seemed to come back to his senses, pushing himself up from Oscar with a red face and an apology on the tip of his tongue, but Oscar smiled at him before he could mutter it, and suddenly it was Max who found the alpha rubbing against his scent gland.

The soft friction almost made his brain short-circuit, a white-hot feeling crossing his body and the next moment he was filled with embarrassment when he realized he had just come in his pants, the slick slipping out of him, and his front wet.

He hadn’t even noticed the fact that he had gotten an erection before.

“Did you…” Oscar asked in surprise, and Max stood up so quickly, and was about to escape if Lewis hadn’t done the same and blocked his path.

“Do you want to build a nest now?” Lewis asked, taking his hand, “perhaps you can get a little more comfortable?”

“Comfortable?” Max mutters, his voice tinged with embarrassment and all too aware of how his underpants was clinging to him. He just knew the other two knew, which made it all the worse.

“Yes. Some, uhm, Omegas aren’t fond of clothes when they’re scenting,” Lewis said, feeling a little flustered, “if there is anything you want, just ask. If we can, we’ll accommodate you, and if we don’t want to, we’re big enough to say no.”

“Ah, right,” Max said, looking at Oscar who had gone and gotten the nesting blankets and pillows and was putting on the floor.

“Is there something you want?” Lewis asked, hoping to prompt Max into saying something. It was a bit weird to see the normally confident man looking so unsure and shy right now.

“No, it’s fine,” Max said, looking slightly away from Lewis and to Oscar.

“I think you should remove your scent blocker,” Oscar easily said, “it’s sometimes a bit unnerving to be with people who have it on when you’re not wearing it itself.”

Max stared at the Alpha, surprised by the easy way he told Lewis that, and even more surprise to see the Alpha smile.

“Ah, yes, of course. I forgot I was wearing it,” Lewis said, softly pushing Max to the nesting materials, “I’ll go remove it. Why don’t you get comfortable.”

“Okay,” Max said approaching the nest, and almost not believing he was going to do this. He was going to fix a nest in the pack room and then he would be scenting with two alphas. Really scenting.

He felt his dick twitch at the thought, and he knew that Oscar knew he was aroused. But, inhaling the air, the musky scent from the younger Alpha told him that he might not be the only one.

“No sex,” Max said, just before Lewis could leave the room to find a scent block removal. The Alpha stopped at the door to look at him, just as Oscar was staring at him, making Max flush. But he wanted to be sure. It wasn’t because he was aroused that he wanted to be touched like that. Not now at least.

“No sex, of course,” Lewis said, leaving the room and leaving Max once again alone with Oscar.

“So, what do you say, is it okay like this?” Oscar said, looking at the nest he had prepared for Max. The Omega shrugged, already glad that there was one, and not needing it to be perfect.

“It got you scent on it,” Max said, settling down on the soft bedding and suddenly smelling the overwhelmingly pleased scent from Oscar, which made his own clothes suddenly feel tight.

“You smell nice,” Oscar said, “can I come closer?”

“Yeah, of course. That’s why we’re here for,” Max said, feeling a little embarrassed, but happy when Oscar settled next to him.

The next few moments felt a little awkward, but then Max turned to his side, and softly pressed his body against Oscar, his nose against the scent gland, and just laid there for a moment, moving his hips a little so Oscar wouldn’t notice his erection.

“I don’t mind,” Oscar said, noticing the movement, the door opening while Lewis came in.

“You don’t mind what?” Max asked, feeling a little confused and his brain wasn’t really cooperating all too much with his body, not while he was being so close to an alpha.

“That you’re aroused. It’s normal, especially if you’ve not scented a lot before,” Oscar said, biting his lip, “I’m, uhm, I got an erection to. But if you don’t like it, I can back off.”

“No sex?” Max asked again, knowing from his experiences during the heat that he would not enjoy it.

“No sex,” Oscar affirmed and when Lewis went to sit next to them, the man affirmed it again.

The scent of the two Alphas, now free from any blockers, was too much for Max, and it seemed like his instincts just took over, and he now he moved over to Lewis, his scent gland rubbing the other Alphas and it was so exiting to smell his own scent, now intertwined with the two Alpha’s scents.

It was making him feel heady, and he couldn’t help but rub his hips against Lewis’s hip bone, the friction feeling so good.

And it got better when Oscar leaned over him, and soon he was enveloped in the scent of the two men. He could feel that Lewis was hard as well, the large bulge really noticeable, and curiously, he turned a little so he could look at Oscar, who smiled at him.

He was bigger than Max as well, for as far he could see with the pants still on, but he thought that Lewis was still quite a bit bigger.

“Big,” Max muttered, and Oscar softly pushed him back down with a grin, so he was seated on Lewis’s lap instead, his head leaning back against the shoulder while Oscar moved in closer, the soft rubs against his neck feeling so good.

He could feel the erection pressing against him from behind, protected by two layers of clothes, and whenever Oscar leaned close, he could feel the other erection pressed against his groin.

It made his clothes feel tight and wrong, and soon he was wriggling to get out of them and without thinking he was naked.

“Is this normal?” Oscar asked Lewis, helping Max out of his shorts, the Omega trying to clumsily push them off.

The erection was standing very proud, and the pre-slick was copiously running from the tip, and seeing it like this, Oscar understood why Charles liked giving blow-jobs, because he was tempted to just take the dick in his mouth.

“It can be,” Lewis said, rubbing Max’s flank, and feeling the Omega shudder and moan while he suddenly put his face in Lewis’s armpit, the smaller scent-glands giving out a musky scent that Max adored while his own hand went down to grasp himself.

“It can?” Oscar said, his own hand rubbing his own reaction, the sight before him too much for his own young Alpha’s instincts.

“It can. It’s either an after wave of the heat, or it’s because Max hasn’t been scenting enough,” Lewis said, letting the Omega rub against him, and trying to ignore his own throbbing dick. He could feel the way the ass was dripping slick, his hand just resting bellow Max’s buttocks, supporting the Omega.

“Ah, okay,” Oscar said, moaning loudly, and the sound made Max looked at him, and suddenly the Omega leaned against Oscar, and the Alpha let himself be pushed against his back, and was even more surprised to feel a face pressed against his groin.

“Major scent glands there, mate,” Lewis said, sitting up a little and looking amused at Oscar’s face, the Alpha looking as if he forgot to breath.

Another moan from Max while he pressed a little more firmly against Oscar’s groan, and the movement of his hand went a bit harder, and once again, Max spilled himself, collapsing against Oscar with a groan, his body sweaty and wet, and his brain unable to really commute what had happened.

The Omega felt himself being maneuvered until he was lying in between two firm bodies, with such good scents, but he was too tired to act on it, his body now satiated.

A blanket settled over him and the other two bodies, and Max felt his eyes fall close, feeling a whole lot better than he had done in a long while.

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Daniel had been waiting for hours. Like everyone else, he had gone to his hotel room after the revelation of Max in the pack room.

And there he had been thinking about it all. It had been him. Him that had caused most of the distress in Max. The poor omega had taken his words and because Daniel hadn’t spoken clearly, he had turned them around.

It was him that caused Max to deny himself the simple pleasure of scenting with his trainer. If only he had talked more to the Omega.

He had barely been able to sleep that night, riddled with guilt and anger at himself. He remembered every conversation he had half overheard, and how he had put the rest of the drivers against Brad. How much harm had he done.

Even now, it was Lewis and Oscar who were taking care of Max, and not him. Because he hadn’t been good enough.

Filled with a need to check Max out himself, Daniel left for the paddock early in the morning.

“They’re probably not there,” Daniel muttered to himself, thinking it most likely that they had all gone to their hotel rooms after the scenting session.

But still, if there was a small chance that they were still in the paddock room, than he would take it. It wasn’t as if it would be normal to arrive in Max’s hotel room. That was way too pushy and probably intimidating for the Omega.

After, the way Max had looked the day before. He was almost shaking, and his scent told them he was almost terrified.

“I hope he’s at the paddock,” Daniel muttered, knowing that he would otherwise keep on waiting until he could speak to Lewis or Oscar if he couldn’t find Max.

It felt weird to arrive and seeing no one else entering together with him, too early even if it was race day, but that didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to race right now. That was for later.

Now, he was going to check out if his stupidity had any lasting impact on Max, and he was there to apologize. Well, at least if the three were still in the pack room.

Standing in front of the door, he felt his heart thud, wondering what he was going to find behind the door. He tried to breath in, see if he could scent anything, but the door blocked any scents from the inside.

There were no lingering scents in the hallway either though, so either they had left hours before, or they were still in.

Softly opening the door, he was immediately hit with three intense scents, making his mouth go dry and his knees week while he hurriedly closed the door and waited there, his sight adjusting to the darkness, and his nose to the scents.

They were definitely still in there.

He could smell the arousal that had happened, and he could clearly scent that Max had come, and he felt some fury in him before it died down again.

No. He didn’t know if the other two had taken advantage of Max or not. At least he should verify first.

Once he felt as if he had a hold on his emotions, he made his way to the area that had been cleared for a nest. Max’s nest.

Passing a small light, he put it on, not wanting to trip over anything. He made sure to dim it, but now he saw the blankets and pillows piled together, and in the middle of the pile, Max was there.

The Omega was lying curled up with his nose pressed against Oscar’s neck, who was lying on his back, unconsciously stretching out his neck.

Behind Max Lewis laid, and arm slung casually over his waist.

Daniel felt his mouth go dry at that scene, knowing he could have been there for the Omega, if he had just used his brain.

Taking a step closer, he frowned when he stepped on something.

“What’s this?” he muttered, picking up the cloth, before he flushed when he realized that the item was Max’s shorts and underpants. His soaking wet underpants.

Flushing hard, he put them to the side, taking in the scene a little better.

To the side, a blanket was put, away from the nest, and Daniel could think of a reason why a blanket could be discarded, too dirty to be part of the pile.

“Daniel?” Lewis said, his voice heavy with sleep, “is it morning?”

“Almost mate,” Daniel said, trying to smile, even if it was hard.

He took a few steps closer, and crouched down, making sure to stay on Lewis’ side.

“Did it go okay?” he asked, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke Max.

“It went well. He went into a haze or an afterheat or something,” Lewis said, “barely realized what we were doing.”

“And you guys…you, uhm, you respected him, right?” Daniel asked, Lewis opened his eyes, a frown on his face.

“Of course man, what do you think we are,” Lewis said, a little irritated.

“Sorry. Just wanted to check it,” Daniel said.

“Well, we’re still dressed,” Lewis said, turning away from Max, and showing off the fact that he was indeed still dressed.

“Ah, well that’s good,” Daniel said, even when Max let out a whimper. A hand came to pat behind him, and Lewis quickly settled himself against the Omega’s back again.

The small sigh made a smile appear on his face, and once again Daniel was angry at himself for missing out Max’s first scenting session.

He hoped that Lando was right when he said that there would be more, and that he would be chosen as well, even though it had been him that caused half of the problems.

“What’s going on?” Oscar asked sleepily, blinking in confusion at the scene, seeing Daniel crouching behind Lewis.

Unconsciously, the arm that was under Max tightened a little, pressing the omega a little closer to him.

“Daniel just wanted to check up on us,” Lewis said.

“Right, everything just peachy,” Oscar said, yawning, and nearly falling asleep again, nuzzling the top of Max’s head.

Lewis smiled and even Daniel was able to lift his lips a bit, settling himself on a nearby chair and talking softly with Lewis and Oscar, once the younger alpha woke up a little more.

Max was lying so perfectly comfortable. His body was completely relaxed, and the blankets were so soft, and seemed to be hugging him.

Giving a groan, he nuzzled his face a little deeper in his pillow, amazed at the scent he was smelling. It really felt nice.

“Waking up?” came the soft question, making Max’s brown furrow. He recognized the voice, he knew he did.

He mumbled something and just stretched against whatever he was lying on, it felt perfect, and the scent was really doing something to him, and breathing in deeply he smelled so many layering scents, all musky and heady, and Max felt himself grow hard.

Pressing his hips against the pillow, he groaned, feeling wetness come from his behind at the same time. His hand wandered down, grasping himself.

“Max, I think you want to wake up a little more,” A voice came, interrupting his dreams and he gave a groan, and tried to open his eyes.

Now he finally was able to sleep well, his body seemed to want to take advantage of it. Sleep well? He hadn’t been able to sleep well since he came into his Omgan puberty, and that was because of lack of scents.

And whatever it was here, there were more than enough scents.

But why?

Suddenly, memories from the evening before flooded his brain, including him so wantonly pressing himself against the two alphas, completely naked and erect.

“Shit,” Max said, his eyes widening and sitting up straight, disrupting the two alphas who were lying around him.

The blankets fell down, and he looked down, where they had collected in his lap, where his erection was still standing up.

Grabbing the blankets he pulled them up until his neck, looking at Oscar, Lewis at Daniel with a red face, the embarrassment clear in his scent and look.

“Good morning,” Oscar said, sitting up as well. Max stared at him dumbfounded, noticing that the rest were wearing clothes, and only he was naked.

“I’m sorry,” Max said, feeling embarrassed and knowing he had taken advantage of them.

“You shouldn’t be,” Lewis said, a hand on his shoulder, making Max look at him wide-eyed.

“I should,” Max said, aware of Daniel looking at them. He had been the one who had warned him that what he had been doing to Brad was wrong, even if he had come back on those words.

But that could have been because of the public pressure, and he actually meant what he said and was keeping an eye on Max. And he had a point.

Max had misused them.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Daniel said, almost looking angry, and Max didn’t know where to look.

“I…I taken advantage of you guys. I’m really sorry about that,” Max said, ignoring Daniel for the moment, and looking at Oscar and Lewis.

“No, you didn’t,” Oscar said, “believe me, Max, nothing you did was unwanted and if it was, me and Lewis would have had no problem getting up and leaving you on your own until you cooled down.”

Max flushed at the term, and gaped at the man.

“But, I masturbated while you guys were there,” Max said, glad that his erection had died down by now.

“Yeah, you did,” Oscar said, a flush on his cheeks, and his scent getting a little muskier.

“You liked it?” Max asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah…” Oscar said, red on his face, “you know, you’re very pretty, and your scent is very pleasant.”

“Oh,” Max said, his cheeks still flushed, but Oscar’s and Lewis’ scent was both without blockers, and there was indeed nothing weird about it.

“So, I just want you to know, you can always come to the pack room. We can just chill, or scent, or cuddle and stuff,” Lewis said.

“I…I think I would like that,” Max said, glancing at Daniel, “you’re okay with that too, right?”

“Me? Of course. Why wouldn’t I be okay with you being here?” Daniel asked, feeling shocked that Max had turned to him to ask that, and then a second thought occurred to him, “Are you okay with me being here?”

“I never really been here, so I just don’t want to intrude,” Max said, flushing and looking down.

“Well, you’re not. And if you want to scent with me, I don’t mind that either,” Daniel said, putting it out in the open.

“Ah, well, uhm,” Max said, flushing, “I can’t…I can’t control myself when I scent.”

“You will, in a while,” Lewis said, “you’re still early in your puberty. Give it a few months.”

“Ah,” Max said, once again lost for words.

“Well, I for one I’m glad that you liked it,” Oscar said, getting up and stretching, knowing he would need a shower and a change of clothes before he went anywhere, the scent of Max and himself horny and aroused clinging to him.

He wouldn’t immediately wash these clothes, but best not to be smelled by any pesky journalists.

“I’m glad you guys didn’t mind,” Max said.

“It’s nothing. Oh right, I still have something for you,” Oscar said, going to a backpack, while Max looked at him in confusion.

“For me?” the Omega asked.

“Yes,” Oscar said, holding up a bunny plushie to Max, “it’s a scent plushie, for when you’re on your own and can’t sleep.”

“Oh,” Max said, reaching out to it, and pressing it to his nose, “this is very nice. I had, uhm, trouble falling asleep without scents.”

“Well, hope this will help,” Oscar said, a small affectionate smile on his face.

“Thank you,” Max said, holding it close, and knowing he should get dressed soon.

“I got some reserve clothes here,” Daniel said, quickly getting up and collecting a jogging and a shirt for Max, feeling pleased when the Omega changed into clothes provided by him.

“So, we’re all ready to go?” Max asked, not knowing if he wanted to escape this situation and collect his thoughts, or to just stay here and enjoy the multitude of scents.

“I would think so,” Lewis said, also changed into something else, “but, Max, I would like you to consider one thing more. I don’t think it’s urgent, but…”

“What is it?” Max asked.

“If you go in heat, would you like any of the pack with you, and how far do you want us to go to help you out?” Lewis asked, and the flush on Max’s face relived once more, and he knew that of he wasn’t wearing a shirt right now, everyone would see how his torso would have flamed red just as well.

“I’ll think about it,” Max squeaked, “need to go get ready for the race now.”

“Alright. Let us know soon though,” Lewis said, looking a little amused.

“Sure thing,” Max said, and all but running out of the pack room, knowing that he needed to talk with Brad as well about the whole situation.

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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.

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Watching the race was almost unnerving for Brad, not because of Max’s performance, which was a masterclass, but because of what would happen afterwards.

The pack room.

He wondered if he should talk to Max to ask him to reconsider the whole idea. Max had only started going to the pack room, and seeing the way he was driving now, it was doing him quite some good, which wasn’t surprising.

Omegas and Alphas functioned best when they intermingled, and nesting and scenting and whatever came after that helped settle their body, and focus their mind.

To have Brad interrupt what Max was having with the drivers, it almost seemed stupid. It wasn’t as if there was a shortage of Alphas in the grid, and he wondered if they would show a lot of animosity towards him for taking part in their private relaxation.

But Max had seemed to really want him there, and the young Omega still seemed to be so young and inexperienced and part of Brad wanted to make sure that no one was taking advantage of Max’s naivety.

He just hoped that him being there wouldn’t cause any strife.

“And Max Verstappen wins the race,” the words from the commentators made him focus again, looking at Max driving the victory lap, and Brad joined the rest of the red Bull delegate to greet the winning driver.

Having a sweaty Max jump against the crowd was almost making him jealous, but it was truly just a sign of happiness and sharing the joy of the victory, the scent of the Omega filled with joy and happiness at winning another race.

He saw Charles join Max as the runner up and Oscar as third completing the podium and he couldn’t help but feel pride at the Omega.

No matter his designation, Max was a born winner.

Max sat in the cool down room, which was slowly being permeated by the scents of the three drivers, Oscar’s unblocked Alpha scent going strong, and Charles his partially blocked scent less noticeable, but still present.

And then there was his own scent, for Max perhaps not as noticeable anymore, but he could smell how both Alphas were reacting on it, which made him react in return.

“Turn twelve was really something,” Max said, pointing at the screen that showed the collision that had happened.

“Yeah. Nearly they nearly took me out with them,” Charles said, all three of them mindful of the cameras but it was clear that they couldn’t wait to get through all the ceremony and get rid of all those pesky pent-up emotions.

Max was glad that they had scented the day before, and that he had a repeat with Brad this morning, but even now he could still feel himself stiffening up, and he was glad that with his underpants and race suit, it wasn’t noticeable.

It was almost a relief when they were allowed to leave the room and go out in the open, even if the mass of people and scents present was only confusing his body even more, and all he wanted was to be surrounded by comforting scents and celebrate the win with a good scenting.

And perhaps a little more, if no one minded.

Glancing at Charles and Oscar, he made sure to douse them well in champagne, getting a shower back and wondering how it would feel if they licked it off tonight.

“So, want to go to the pack room?” Charles asked subtly when they were going away. Oscar having joined up with Lando and already ahead of them.

“I was wondering if Brad was allowed to come too,” Max asked, feeling a little shy, but getting a little overwhelmed by the scents around him.

He started walking closer to Charles as well, breathing in the man’s scent and grateful that the proximity made the strange and unfamiliar scents less present.

“Hey, Maxie, congrats on the win,” he suddenly heard, and then there was Daniel, a big smile on his face, and just betraying a nervous edge.

“Thanks,” Max said, still feeling high on his win and all the scents around him. Without thinking, he hugged the man and nuzzled his neck, leaving his own scent on the scent gland of the other driver, who completely froze, and then let out a groan.

“Why don’t we quickly go to the pack room,” Charles said with a smile, putting his hand on Max’s back, making the Omega look at him confused, barely realizing where he was at the moment.

“Oh, but Brad…” Max said, starting to lose his focus. He had been overwhelmed for too long already, and he just needed to be somewhere safe, where he would be able to relax and just let his mind go and his body do what it needed to.

“You want him there?” Daniel asked, and Max nodded.

“If…if no one minds,” the Omega said, and it was only Charles guiding him away that kept him from pressing his nose against someone’s scent gland right now, and the conversation was difficult for him.

“I’ll go get him,” Daniel said, wanting to please Max anyway he could, if only to make amends for his shoddy communication and interpretation of everything.

“We’ll be to the pack room,” Charles said, turning off at a different corner while Daniel went ahead.

By the time the two entered the room, Oscar was already rutting helplessly against Lando, Carlos standing near his back, and giving a kiss on his neck, Carlos already naked, and Lando’s driver suit hanging from his hips.

Max whimpered at the abundance of Alpha scents, all of them unblocked now, and he felt his knees give, but Charles was by his side.

“Here, let’s get you in the nest,” Charles said, going to the pile of pillows and blankets that was still there from the day before, still soaked in the scent of Max and Lewis and Oscar.

Settling in the soft items, he kept his gaze on the three busy Alphas, seeing Oscar’s intense stare aimed at him while Carlos was busy pushing the driver suit of the younger Alpha down, freeing his hard member and Max felt his own body react.

Max looked in amazement at the Alphas naked dick. Oscar was so big, and he saw the man push Lando’s suit off as well, revealing his naked body, and they were quite similar in size.

And then his attention was pulled to Carlos, who sneaked his dick in between Oscar’s legs, pressing it between the thighs until the tip peaked out in front. Max knew that if he did the same, it wouldn’t reach that far.

The Spaniards large hand grasped both McLaren drivers’ dicks, and started to masturbate them, his hand going up and down and soon was slick with their precum.

Max gave a gasp when Charles came to sit next to him, pressing his neck to Max’s scent gland, and the Omega could only groan, happy to notice that the driver had removed his scent blocker.

“We’ll wait for Brad?” Charles said, letting Max snuggle in him, his eyes still fixated on the three who were moving wildly against each other.

“Yeah,” Max said absentmindedly, fascinated by the scene in front of him, and wondering if all Alphas were that big. Brad had said that Omegas were made to handle it, but it seemed impossible to him.

Daniel felt nervous when he knocked on Max’s driver room, hoping that Brad wasn’t going to kill him on sight. Well, the man probably didn’t know what he had said behind his back, but still.

“Max, is that you?” Brad asked, opening the door and frowning when he saw Daniel. He understood that it had all been a misunderstanding, but he still felt off looking at the other driver. If it hadn’t been for him, Max would have thrived sooner, “yeah, what do you want? Max isn’t here yet.”

“No, that’s why I’m here,” Daniel said, trying his best to not shuffle nervously as if he was a schoolboy that was guilty for writing a profanity on the schoolboard, “Max already went to the pack room.”

“Ah, right,” Brad said, guessing that he hadn’t been able to convince the rest of them that Brad should be welcome.

“Uhm, he really wants you there,” Daniel said, “and you know, we just want him to feel comfortable as well.”

“You guys don’t mind?” Brad said, looking warily at Daniel, “really?”

“Well, as long as no one takes advantage of Max, it’s all okay,” Daniel said, still feeling overprotective about his former teammate.

“I would never,” Brad said, sounding a little indignant.

“Well, let’s go. Max was very wired after winning, and I think some scenting would do him good,” Daniel said with a grin, “who knows what they are doing in there without us.”

“Well, let’s go indeed,” Brad said, not willing to make Max wait any longer than necessary. He and Daniel walked in silence to the pack room, the two alphas not yet knowing how they had to deal with each other.

“Well, here it is,” Daniel said, opening the room, and they were immediately hit with the scent of sex.

Brad located Max, seeing the Omega lean against Charles while looking at the three Alphas humping each other, his hand disappeared under a blanket, touching himself while Charles lazily pressed his scent gland against Max.

Oscar hung in the middle of Lando and Carlos now, his dick already softening while Carlos was still moving his dick between the two tights and giving Lando a hand job, the two almost done.

“Enjoying the show?” Daniel asked Max, going to sit next to the Omega, whose pupils were wide and who immediately pressed himself close.

“Was nice,” Max said, looking to the side and noticing Brad, he made a whining sound, wanting the man to approach, and Brad obliged immediately.

“I’m here,” the Alpha said, grasping Max’s hand and pressing down against him, making Max groan.

“Too much clothes,” the Omega complained, his cheeks flushing red, “unless you don’t….”

Before Max could even finish his sentence everyone was already undressing, and soon he was surrounded by three naked Alphas.

An increase in scent made them aware that Carlos and Lando had finished, and they saw the three move towards the outer edge of the nest, nestling the young Alpha while keeping an eye on the other group, clearly interested.

It felt a bit intimidated for Max, but he knew that this was normal in the pack room. He had been watching them before as well.

Shyly Max started to clumsily take off his own clothes, and soon he had hands assisting him, taking of his still wet driving suit.

The moment his underpants went, he did cover himself with his hands, feeling shy with his own smaller dick in front of all those Alphas who were very much bigger than he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that it was probably normal, but still he felt a bit ashamed of it.

“It’s going to be alright,” Brad said, rubbing his scent gland against Max, and pushing him slightly so he was lying down on his back, his hands still cupped over his erection, “no more than what you want, okay. If you want to stop, just push us back, and tell us to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” Max said, looking down at Brad, “you’re huge.”

A chuckle came from the trainer, who leaned in and licked the scent gland, making Max moan, his hands finally releasing himself and coming to lie against Brad’s chest.

“You are perfect,” Brad said, making Max flush.

“I’m not as big as you guys are,” Max said shyly, looking at Charles and Daniel, who were looking at them as well, the two moving closer.

“No, this is quite perfect,” Charles said, “may we touch?”

“Y…yeah,” Max said.

“Max asks no penetration. He’s a bit scared it’ll hurt,” Brad said, making Max flush.

“Ah, we’ll be careful mate,” Daniel said, grinning when he went to lay next to Max, pressing his nose against the Omega’s neck, slightly pushing Brad, who went to Max’s other side.

In the meanwhile, Charles was kissing his groin, pressing his nose against the scent gland there, and Max’s brain almost stopped working when there was a mouth over his dick.

“Yeah, Charles likes doing that,” Carlos said from where he was looking, “he’s quite good at that as well.”

“Yeah, very good at getting the pole,” Lando quipped, making Carlos groan at the joke.

“So, you’re saying penetration is okay, as long as it doesn’t hurt?” Daniel said, looking at Max, who was almost lost to the senses. He pressed a kiss to his neck and then one on the collarbone, before taking in an earlobe in his mouth.

“It’ll hurt,” Max muttered, gasping when he felt Charles do something with his tongue, “you guys are so big.”

“Nah, just tell us to what size of toy you’ve worked up during heat,” Daniel said, and Max flushed, “we can work up from there.”

“No toy,” the Omega said, moaning when he felt Brad going down to his nipples, licking off every bead of champagne, but at his words all three Alpha stopped their ministration.

“What do you mean, no toy? You’ve been in heat, no?” Charles asked, looking confused at Max.

“I tried, but it was…I was too tight,” Max said, feeling embarrassed, and the feeling must have soaked into his scent.

Everyone was staring now at him, and Max wanted to cover up completely, knowing that he really was inadequate as an Omega. No matter what Brad said, some Omegas could take it, but he couldn’t.

“Well, perhaps you’ve been trying too fast already,” Charles said, grinning. The man took a pillow, and Max gave a surprised sound when it was suddenly under his hips.

“Charles? What are you doing?” Max said.

“Like we agreed, you say stop when we need to stop,” Charles said.

And then Charles lowered his head again, and Max gave a gasp when he felt the man lick at his ass, and suddenly stuck his tongue in Max.

It should have been painful and disgusting, but the feeling of the tongue that liked against his slick filled hole, it was glorious.

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Charles was dipping his tongue in Max, licking the slick from the hole and gently pushing through the ring of muscles, feeling them clench on his tongue.

He was gentle, as gentle as he could, and the moans from Max were a good indication that he was doing a good job with this.

Easing his tongue a little deeper, he could feel more slick, coming and the scent of arousal was so heavy so close to the Omega, he could feel himself react, the precum leaking out of him with alarming speed.

He wanted to sneak one of his hands down, to help himself, but they were busy touching Max, and he wanted to give the Omega the VIP experience in this, feeling the responsibility to make this feel good for him.

Feeling a hand on his back, he looked up, surprised to see Brad looking at him, and then the trainer moved closer, and took in Max’s dick in his mouth, the Omega giving a strangled shout while Charles and Brad’s faces were so close to each other, both pleasuring the Omega.

“Here, let me help,” Daniel said, kissing the scent gland, and trailing kisses over Max’s jawline, “can I kiss you on the mouth?”

No sooner had the Aussie asked the question, was Max pressing his mouth on his as much as he could, barely knowing which way was up or down, all the sensations so much and the scent!

The scent was amazing. All those Alpha scents filling the air, mingling with his own, all pleased and happy and aroused, and they were all doing their best for him.

A deep probing tongue and a flick of the tongue on his dick at the same moment, and Max couldn’t hold back anymore, shouting loudly while his body seemingly exploded.

His eyes turned back in his head while he orgasmed for what seemed forever, wave after wave coming from his body while he almost convulsed.

Brad had been taken by surprise by the sudden ejection of slick from Max’s dick, the amount nearly choking him, and he quickly pulled back, seeing a spurt go up in the air before landing on Max’s chest.

Charles pulled back as well, the bottom of his face dripping with the slick, and the two looked at Max, concern on their faces when the Omega gasped and kept on shuddering.

“Max?” Brad asked, going to lie on Max’s side, where Daniel was holding the Omega.

“His scent is okay,” Daniel said, “probably just rather intense.”

“Yeah, it must be,” Brad said, going to lie next to Max, and resisting the urge to pull the Omega close, knowing it would be rude.

“God, I’m so hard,” Charles said, sitting on his knees, and letting his hand finally reach his dick, pumping it.

“You love using your mouth too much,” Daniel said, with a grin, lying on his side, one leg stretched and the other bended at the knee, displaying his erection.

“Good mouth,” Max muttered, turning to his own side and pressing himself against Brad, who quickly put his arm under Max’s head, letting the exhausted Omega press himself against him.

“You okay there, Max?” Brad asked, feeling the Omega nod against him.

“So good, but I feel very shaky,” Max said, lifting one of his hands, and they all saw the hand trembling.

“Here, why don’t we get a blanket,” Brad said, and Daniel quickly moved, putting a blanket over Max, making sure the Omega was nice and cozy in the nest.

“You guys are all still hard,” Max said, feeling sweaty and still a bit too warm, but cooling down quickly and actually appreciating the blanket.

“Don’t you worry about us,” Brad said, giving a kiss on the top of Max’s head.

“We can take care of ourselves,” Daniel said, “look at Charles, he’s giving a show.”

“Oh,” Max said, looking at the other driver, seeing the way he was touching himself, and feeling a little embarrassed when he realized that the wetness on the other man’s face was his slick.

He laid back against Brad, wondering if Charles didn’t feel embarrassed about masturbating in front of them all, but the Alpha’s scent didn’t show that.

It didn’t take long before the Alpha came, the spurts of sperm reaching Max, and without thinking he reached out and dipped a finger in.

“It’s warm,” Max said, making Brad chuckle, as if he had said something weird.

“It is,” Daniel said, and Max turned around seeing the man masturbating himself, but like Charles, he didn’t last overly long.

Now positively coated in the scents of the three Alphas, Max started to fall asleep, sometimes noticing when someone moved, or another driver entered.

Sounds and moans sometimes sounded, but he was too exhausted to pay any attention to it. All he cared about was the scent that filled the room, comforting him and settling his instincts in a way that hadn’t happened before today.

And when he woke up in the morning, the room was full of the other drivers, all cuddling close in the nest, and him in the center of the blankets and pillows.

Wondering if he should wake up anyone, he was saved from the dilemma when Daniel stirred next to him, the man not having moved from his side during the night.

“Hi Maxie,” Daniel said with a smile while he saw the open eyes.

“Hi,” Max said.

“So, was this okay for you?” Daniel asked in soft whisper, clearly not wanting to wake up anyone.

Max turned around a little more, displacing Brad’s arm a little while he went to lie on his side instead of his back, and a moment later he felt Brad move, an arm slung over his waist and the big man snuggling into him.

The Omega flushed when he felt the naked erection against his equally naked backside, but he didn’t push the sleeping Alpha away.

“It was okay for me,” Max said softly, “more than okay. And not just the…you know.”

“The I know?” Daniel asked, raising an eyebrow and looking amused at the way Max had said.

“I mean, the sex,” Max said, his face red and glaring at Daniel because the man definitely knew what he had been talking about.

“That wasn’t bad,” Daniel said with a grin.

“It was good, but the scents are amazing. It feels so nice to smell me on you, and on Brad and Charles,” Max said, inhaling deeply.

“You think you want to join our pack?” Daniel asked, making Max blink at him at the sudden question, “I know I’m being blunt, but I just want to be sure there are no more misunderstandings.”

“Right,” Max said, thinking about it, “well, uhm, I guess I can join the pack. If it stays like this I mean.”

“Like this?” Daniel asked, looking a little confused.

“I mean…I don’t want to do things I’m not ready yet,” Max said, still unsure if penetration was ever going to work on him.

Charles tongue had been wonderful, but so far all the Alphas he had seen naked were very well endowed, and it was all rather intimidating.

“Of course no one is going to do anything you don’t want to,” a voice come from a little further, and both their heads shot up to see Lewis, who had entered later at night, probably having debriefed with his team before coming here.

“Oh,” Max said.

“Don’t worry, Lewis here has a few problems with coming early, so he won’t even be capable of doing anything you don’t want,” George’s sleepy voice sounded.

“Hey,” Lewis said, glaring at the man.

“What? It’s true isn’t it? We barely entered and you were already halfway there,” George said, sitting up with a grin, knowing how much Max’s scent had done for Lewis. That and the race always got him hot and bothered.

“So, what I was trying to say Max, we’ll not go any further than you want,” Lewis said, “and with your permission, we’ll be able to assist you through your heat.”

“Through my heat?” Max asked, his face flushing when he thought about it, all those Alphas near him to make it much easier to deal with the building heat of constant arousal, the want to mark and be near, “but I don’t want pain.”

“There shouldn’t be any pain during a heat,” Daniel assured him, “so there won’t be.”

“I guess, if everyone is okay with it, I would like to enter the pack,” Max said, feeling Brad shift behind him, the erection still pressed against him and starting to make his body react, “can Brad join too?”

“If Brad wants to, I guess it can be okay,” Lewis said, having noticed the man’s presence when they entered, “so, do you want to Brad?”

“I…if I’m welcome,” Brad said, his deep voice behind Max startling the Omega a little, thinking that his trainer had been asleep still.

“For me it isn’t a problem,” Daniel said, eager to show himself flexible, especially after his earlier misunderstandings.

“I don’t think anyone will really mind,” Lewis said, frowning a little, “uhm, but we’re mostly Alphas and we do help each other out during ruts as well.”

“I don’t mind,” Brad said, “it’s been a while since I’ve been in a steady pack, so I’m actually looking forward to it."

"Great than that’s settled,” Lewis said, by now more and more people waking up, and having overheard the complete conversation.

It felt weird after for Max. Walking through the paddock, it was obvious that he had scented with the other drivers, more on their bodies than on his body, the Omega scent just clinging a little harder.

It also felt as if no one was being subtle about it, and often times Max found himself in the driver’s room.

Now that he had given himself permission to feel like this, his body craved it twice as hard, and he was glad to often find a willing Alpha to sometimes simply scent, or sometimes do just that bit more.

How Charles had looked surprised when after he had put his tongue in Max, the Omega had rolled him over and taken his dick in the mouth, and nearly choking himself with it.

“Calm down, don’t take it in completely if you haven’t done it before,” Charles quickly instructed, his hands soon guiding Max to take him in as far as was comfortable, and soon he had to try and do his best to not push the Omega more on his dick.

Max was a great student, and he had soon found the small things that made Charles squirm like crazy, without making him cum, and the small grin on his face when he looked at Charles for a moment before bending down again made him quite sure that the Omega knew what he was doing.

Brad showed up a few times in the driver room himself, most of the time accompanied by Max, and as the season continued, he dared to show up on his own a few times.

And while Max hadn’t worked up to being penetrated by anyone, there had been a usage of fingers and tongues on him that made him realize that using his hole could feel good and there had been that memorable evening when Daniel had taken him to the pack room on his own, and worked his fingers in and out Max the entire time.

Each time that Max had reached for his own dick, the Alpha had stopped his hand until Max had finally come from the two fingers in him, exhausted and pleased.

And then, in between two races, Max could feel it building, the heat in his body, the increased sensitivities.

Not knowing if it was okay to do so now they were all separated, he send a message in the WhatsApp, wondering if there would be anyone that wanted to help him through his heat.

Luckily, it was a slow onset, the presence of Alphas making his body feel less urgent. Hoping that there would be some people coming to his house, Max set on making a nest, big and comfy, lots of pillows.

His body grew warmer and warmer, and for a moment he feared no one would come and he would be all on his own.

And then the bell went.

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Brad had seen the message com in the WhatsApp and nearly dropped his phone in nervosity. Max was in heat.

Max was in heat and he was asking him for help. Well, not only him, but he was definitely wanting some company.

Even though the man had been with the Omega often the past few weeks, this was special. He and the drivers had been working on Max to see if he was able to overcome his fear of penetration, knowing that heats went better with knots.

But if Max couldn’t deal with it, then they would just do everything to make it easier for him. He wondered who else would be there while he drove towards Max’s home, the anticipation filling him.

It was truly an honor to be chosen and trusted by the other man, and he was planning to show Max that the trust was not unfounded.

Getting out of the car, he hurried towards the place, hearing footsteps near him.

“Oh, you’re here too,” Lewis said, his heavy Alpha scent free of any blockers, just like Brad’s was. He could smell the anticipation on the other man, the urge to please and make the Omega feel good, and he knew he was exuding the same scent.

“Yes I am,” Brad said, “but let’s not keep Max waiting too long. It’s been almost an hour since he send the message.”

“Yeah,” Lewis said, feeling his body on edge. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the bell on the door, wondering if they would be the first ones there.

Waiting nervously, the door finally opened, revealing a flushed looking Max clutching a sheet around him, his bare feet peeking out on the bottom and one of his shoulders naked as well.

“We’re here,” Brad said, smiling at the Omega and not surprised at all when Max just put a step forward and pressed close.

“Best not to do it here. You never know with paparazzi,” Lewis said, looking worriedly around and feeling himself already react to the scent of the Omega, feeling himself grow hard.

“Let’s get you up Max,” Brad said, lifting the man, and feeling the legs wrap around his waist, trapping the Omega’s erection between the two of them, the sheet already growing wet.

With his hand underneath Max’s bottom, he quickly noticed that it wasn’t only his dick that was leaking, and he was looking forward to seeing how wet they could get Max.

“Are we the first ones?” Lewis asked, closing the door behind him while Max moaned out loud at the feeling of the Alpha holding him.

“Yes,” he said after a moment, the question taking some time to reach his brain. He was definitely hazy now, the trusty scent of two Alphas definitely not helping with thinking, “nest, now.”

“Of course,” Brad said, walking to the nest and gently lowering Max on it. He opened the sheet when the Omega was lying down, seeing the flushed body and without really waiting lowered his head to rub his scent gland against Max’s before lowering a bit more and taking a nipple in the mouth.

“Oh, so lovely,” Max moaned out, the scent of his arousal increasing and the scent of virginity suddenly in the air.

“Very lovely,” Lewis said, one of his hand grabbing his own crotch and looking almost as if he was about to come.

“Why don’t you join me,” Brad said, and the Alpha didn’t let himself be told that twice. Lewis was soon lying against Max, pressing close and rubbing his scent gland against the Omegas, moaning as if he was in rut.

“Clothes,” Max said with a groan, tugging weakly on Lewis’ clothes just when the bell went.

“I’ll go see who it is,” Brad said, “you get naked.

“Yeah,” Lewis said, urgently pulling his clothes off and glad when his erection sprang free and Lewis went to lie over Max, pressing himself groin to groin against the Omega, feeling the slick dicks rubbing against each other.

“Oi, see that you don’t come too early,” George said suddenly with a big grin, making Lewis groan, but his hips didn’t still, rubbing himself against Max’s dick, the Omega writhing underneath him.

“Anyone ever told you that you got a big mouth,” Lewis said, feeling a hand grip his head and he was pulled against Max, kissing him on the mouth before the Omega flipped them over and rubbed his scent gland over Lewis.

“And I’m willing to use it,” George said, already starting to take his clothes off just when the bell went again and Daniel entered, a big grin on his face and looking ready to set to work.

Max was scarcely aware who was there, hearing the bell ring a few times and more people enter the room, but all the scents were familiar and trustworthy.

It didn’t take him long to come the first time, Lewis his body under him while he rubbed his scent gland against the man, feeling the Alpha’s massive dick against his backside.

For a moment, he wondered how it would feel to just sink down on it, but seeing the sheer girth of it, he didn’t.

Kisses on his back from George were what send him over the first time, his body wired from the heat, and even while he was riding the aftershocks of his first orgasm, he already felt his body craving more.

“Want more,” Max stated, seeing Oscar and Charles also having entered.

“First a drink,” Brad said, holding a straw against his mouth and Max obediently sipped, before pulling the Alpha close.

He did like Brad, the scent near him so often. The man handed the drink to someone near, and soon had Max on his back, and he felt a finger enter his hole while the mouth went over his erection.

“Come,” Max ordered Charles and Daniel, both men coming over and soon he was switching between the two for kisses, feeling the finger in his hole become two and touch him deep inside, making him spurt out a second time.

Breathing hard, it took a few moments before the waves of the orgasm were over, and he laid there breathing heavily between the three.

“Well, that makes three orgasms in total,” George said, making Max look at him confused.

“Three?” the Omega asked.

“Yes, you got two, and Lewis one,” George said with a grin, “he came when you did for the first time.”

“You really like pointing that out, don’t you?” Lewis asked, making the other driver grin.

“Yes,” George simply stated.

For a moment, Max laid there, his body tired and sated, at least for a little while. Once again, a new wave of his heat came, and this time Charles was putting his tongue in his ass while he was clinging to Oscar, the scent of the other man becoming muskier by the moment, and Max couldn’t get enough of it.

Another orgasm, but once again the reprieve was rather short and he whimpered at the desperation clawing at him.

It wasn’t as bad as last time, but it felt more urgent at the same time.

“Why am I hard again?” Max whimpered, his hand lowering to his own dick and soon Brad replaced his hand, pumping the dick while the Omega let out small moans and groans.

“No knots,” Lewis said, “the knot makes the heat cool down the most.”

“But that means…” Max said, biting his lip when he felt a thumb going over the glans.

“You know, if you say it hurts, we can stop,” Brad said, almost whispering in his ear, giving a kiss on Max’s neck.

“You will?” Max said with a moan.

“Of course. Let’s see, who’s the smallest?” Brad said, looking at the naked Alphas, dismissing Lewis immediately, the man ridiculously large even for an Alpha.

“You, want it to be you,” Max said, his arm going backwards and grasping at Brad’s neck even while the Alpha’s hand was still pumping his dick.

“Me?” Brad asked, looking surprised at the Omega.

“Of course he wants it to be you, mate,” Daniel said with a grin, “you take care of him every weekend, more so then we do.”

“I…you sure Max?” Brad asked, the Omega nodding, the slick on his backside dripping now and even though he was afraid, the thought of someone in him like that aroused him so much right now.

“Here, why don’t we get you nice and comfy in the nest,” Charles said, and George stood up, helping Max over to the middle of the nest, lying on his back.

The loss of the hand on his dick was annoying, but he was soon distracted when he saw Brad kneeling between his legs, the prominent erection very visible.

“Here, why don’t you just lift those legs a little, to make it easier,” Brad said, putting his large hands underneath Max’s upper legs and pushing them up.

“Here, let me hold this one, and George can hold the other one for you,” Charles said, and soon Max was lying with his hole exposed to Brad, his own erection weeping.

He felt the Alpha put three fingers in the hole, as if he was testing it to be ready before he cautiously pulled his fingers out and put the tip of his dick there.

“Ready, Max?” Brad asked.

“Slowly?” the Omega said, looking fearfully at Brad.

“Of course, darling, just say if it hurts,” Brad said, gently pushing the tip in, and once it was an inch in there, he let it rest, feeling the tightness of the Omega.

“Are you still okay, Maxie?” Daniel asked, sitting now at Max’s head, patting it gently and seeing the eyes screwed close.

“Yeah. It’s not painful, but…” Max said.

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’ll feel good soon,” Daniel said, giving Max a kiss and distracting him from the full and stretched out feeling.

Taking this as a sign to go on, Brad pulled out before pushing in again, this time going a little further, gently repeating the process until he was completely in, the Omega starting to feel the pleasure of it.

“I’m in completely,” Brad said, “you still okay?”

“Yes,” Max said, feeling hot and flustered, and then Brad started to move, and soon he was clinging to the other man, feeling sparks throughout his whole body and it didn’t take long before he came.

Brad stilled when he felt the wave of slick on him, the muscles contracting and clenching on him.

“Keep going,” Max gritted out, even while his orgasm was still busy.

“What?” Brad asked, but the Omega just let out a sound of pure frustration, and managed to take Brad by surprise when he flipped them, not even letting the dick slip out of him completely.

Brad could only stare in awe at the Omega riding him, Max’s hand pumping his own dick that was still spurting out the slick from his orgasm.

A second orgasm overtook the omega, and this time Brad came as well, feeling the tissue of his knot swell and he knew he and Max would be in place for twenty minutes or so.

“God, feels so good,” Brad said, feeling his eyes almost roll backwards, “so good Max. You feel so good on my knot.”

“Lovely,” Max said, slumping down exhausted, but his brain seemed to be clearer for the first time since his heat began hours ago.

“Let’s get you guys rearranged,” Daniel said, him and Lewis helping Max and turning him a bit on the knot, making Brad cringe and moan when the oversensitive flesh was squeezed by the hole.

They managed to get Max lying on his side while Brad spooned him.

“Drinks and some food now,” Charles said, the Alphas soon running around to make sure the Omega was taken care off.

“This feels nice,” Max said, talking about the feeling of the knot in him, the pampering during the heat and the complete attention of the Alphas on him in general.

“We’re always willing to help,” Brad said, slowly stroking Max’s hip, “so, you like to get knotted.”

“Yeah,” Max’s said, feeling Brad press his nose against Max’s scent gland, grinning when the scent of virginity was already fading and knowing Max had chosen him for that, “you think Charles is up for it after?”

“Oui,” Charles said, having overheard, sitting down in front of Max cross legged, his erection bobbing with the movement, “but first some refreshments.”

“Sure,” Max said.

It felt a bit weird to eat while lying down and knotted, but it would be the only times during the heat he would be capable of ingesting a lot, while his body was calmed by the knot.

The heat continued for the next few days, and Max was knotted several times by the whole group, by the end even daring to take Lewis in him, the man barely having buried himself in Max when he came, the tissue of his knot swelling immediately even while the Omega was still whimpering and wriggling.

“Well, this needs a bit extra,” George said, before sucking off Max.

“Oh god, feels so sensitive,” Lewis said, the Omega wriggling on his knot making the flesh oversensitive and the Alpha gasped out loud each time the hole squeezed, glad when Max came and was finally calmed down.

Lying in Lewis arms, he felt the heat was already diminishing, but there was this musky scent in the room that he couldn’t quiet place.

That was until Oscar started to rub against him while he was still knotted by Lewis.

“Well, it seems someone is in his rut,” the Alpha that was still knotted in him said.

“Well, as a pack, I guess we’ll just have to help him out,” Max said with a grin, and even though he was sore from his own heat, he spend the next few days being knotted repeatedly by the younger driver.

After all, if the pack helped him out, he should help the pack out.

The End