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The winner's room was a thing that had carried itself through a lot of seasons of Formula E now. No one was ever obligated to take part and you could change your opinion at every given time, but most drivers took part. It was a great way to blow of steam and also to strengthen the bond between the drivers.

Those who didn't like eachother could literally fuck it out and those who did like eachother, well they had a great time. It usually were the same people, that took victories and called the same people into the winner's room, but every now and then, someone would be picked who didn't expect it.

When Sacha had first heard about it through his then teammate Norman, he wasn't all too sure, if he wanted to participate in it, but then he thought it might be fun. He had barely known anyone going into the season, but he thought that maybe, maybe if someone actually picked him, or maybe even he could pick someone, that would help.

At the end, he didn't have to worry about it too much. He hadn't been picked and he hadn't gotten the chance to pick either, but still, he managed to find some good friends in Norman and the guys he usually hung out with.

Norman, Stoffel and Mitch had been nothing but kind and welcoming and had helped Sacha out, when he had questions concerning the travels or big issues on the track. The small little things though, they were everyone's secret. But that was just racing and Sacha enjoyed every time that he found something out on track, that the others didn't know.

He was a bit sad, when Norman switched teams and he would make do with someone new, but he got on with Ollie surprisingly well too. Ollie was one of the few drivers who didn't partake in the winners room system and the closer he befriended him, the more glad he was, just because it would be awkward now. He was really happy for him when he won.

Still, he wondered when he would ever be called to the winners room. Or when he could call someone. He still didn't know who he would end up asking, probably would do it on impulse in that moment, but he sure had an idea of who wouldn't mind at all.

Mitch was..., Mitch was Mitch. All tanned skin and a smile that made him feel hot whenever it was directed at him. His biceps and the hint of a six-pack he only got to see those few times he saw him with the race suit tied around the waist, just in his fire proofs.

Yeah okay, maybe Sacha did know who he would pick. And Mitch took four victories last season, still he didn't ask Sacha to come up once. He understood, really and after the second time Mitch had asked Stoffel into the winner's room, followed by the one time he asked Norman and then Stoffel again the season was basically over with one race left.

Sacha was a bit disappointed, but then again, which reason would Mitch have had to ask him? He didn't know him like Stoffel did, who probably knew exactly what Mitch needed whenever he needed it. Or Norman, who, yeah who was so much more comfortable and figured out with basically every aspect of his life and it's not like Sacha hadn't seen the videos of the automobil club Monaco. It was evident what Mitch could get from Norman, but he could probably never get that from Sacha.

But he could be good for Mitch. He would be so good for him, if he just got the chance. But he wasn't performing well enough to win himself and Mitch really had no reason to pick him. So Sacha lived with the fantasy in his head how it could be, hoping to one day get a chance.

He did not expect it at all, when one of the stewards called him to stay back after the little post-race come together. He was vibrating with anticipation from what was to come, but the lady must have misinterpreted it.

"You know that you don't have to right? You can opt out at anytime you want. No one is obligated to do anything here. This is about having fun", she made sure.

"I know. I know. It's all good. Just the first time I'm here", Sacha soothed her.

"I see", she smirked. "Well Monaco certainly is the best place to start then." She winked and opened the door to a room, secluded away and by the looks of the door, sound proof.

"There is a button here and there, you can just press, if anything goes wrong or you need help, we'll be here in under a minute", she made sure that Sacha new every safety precautions in place. "Then you two should be all set. Have fun", she concluded her speech.

Only now, Sacha's gaze landed on Mitch, who was already sitting on the soft, silky bedsheets, hair still very much disheveled from the helmet and despite his best efforts still standing in all directions.

His race suit was hanging around his waist, like straight out of Sacha's dreams and he needed a few seconds to understand that this was actually happening. Mitch was there, right there and his fireproofs were clinging to his body and he wanted Sacha. This man wanted him and nothing felt as good as that in the moment.

"Hi", Sacha breathed out.

"Hey", Mitch said and smiled at him.

The door was closed behind him and they were finally alone.

Mitch extended his arms into Sacha's direction. "Come here?", Mitch asked and Sacha took the few steps over to him. He didn't rush over, but took each step with intent. He wanted to fall into those arms so badly.

Instead, he went and straddled Mitch's thighs, crossing his arms behind the older's neck. In response, Mitch placed his hands on Sacha's ass, holding him close and leant his head against the younger's neck

Sacha sighed out in content.

"Hey", Mitch repeated.

"Hi", Sacha answered giggling. "You were insane out there today. You deserved the victory so much."

"Thank you. But you are the biggest price I got today."

"And you can have me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah", Sacha paused. "But why now suddenly. Why not last season?" He buried his hand in Mitch's hair, drawing shapes against his scalp.

Mitch almost purred with how good that sensation felt. Sacha pressed so close against him, feeling his hot breath against his head. Yeah why had he denied himself that before? Because he had been a coward. Had been telling himself, that he would ask for Sacha the next time around. Because he was scared of Sacha's rejection, despite Norman telling him, that Sacha would probably even agree if he just asked at any given moment.

"Because I'm an idiot. I wanted you since I got to know you. I wanted you in Brazil, even more in Germany and then even more in Rome. But in London, it didn't feel like a victory, when I dragged the car onto P1. I wanted to cry and hide, rather than spent a hot night with someone. I didn't want to put all of that on you, especially not in our first night together. So I picked Stoffel. We didn't do anything that night. He just held me while I cried. Not very sexy I know. After that though, I decided, that I needed to be brave. If I can't have the championship, maybe I could at least have you, even if only for a night. But then I just stopped winning. There was just one logical answer for me to give when they asked we who I want here today", Mitch explained.

"Oh Mitch", Sacha pressed himself closer and kissed the side of the Kiwi's head. It was time to be bold right now. "I was rooting for you to win every race where I wasn't somewhere around the front, just hoping you would pick me. But I thought you could never want me, if you could have all of the others."

"You have no idea of how much I want you. But you have to tell me how far you are willing to go tonight. We don't have to do anything unless you want to."

"I want everything you are willing to give", Sacha said, leaning into the older man even further, rolling his hips against the older's crotch.

Mitch moaned in response and grabbed Sacha's ass a bit tighter.

"So this is okay?", Mitch asked and placed feather-light kisses against Sacha's neck. The younger man tilted his head to the side to give the Kiwi more room in response.

"And this?", Mitch asked and sucked a little bruise into an especially sensitive spot, leading to Sacha breathing out shakily.

"Perfect", Sacha said and buried his second hand in Mitch's hair too. He lightly pulled at Mitch's hair, prompting him to tilt his head back and look into the younger's eyes. Sacha leaned in close and asked: "How about this?"

He softly put his lips onto Mitch's.

"Wonderful", Mitch mumbled right against his lips when they parted for mere millimetres, before uniting their lips again in a much deeper kiss. Their lips moved against eachother in synchronization and Mitch let his hands wander over the younger man's body. He rolled his hips up against the younger man and Sacha whined against Mitch's lips.

Mitch understood the assignment and started to draw up Sacha's shirt. For a moment they parted, but as soon as the shirt was of, their lips found eachother again. Meanwhile, Sacha's hands sneaked under Mitch's fireproofs.

"This off too", Sacha breathed out in a moment they parted to get some air. Mitch was all to happy to comply. He pushed Sacha of himself for the moment, to get rid of his shirt and the race suit at the same time. Sacha was now standing opposite to him and Mitch slowly dragged the younger's race suit down too.

"Fuck you are so beautiful", Sacha let out and put his hand on Mitch's chest, tracing along his pecs, down to the outline of his six pack until he reached the hem of his last bit of fire proofs that were still on. Mitch smiled at the younger man with his usual charme and flipped their positions around, that Sacha was now with his back to the bed. Mitch kissed him again, with just as much passion as before and ever so slightly pushed the younger man into the direction of the bed, until he hit it with the bed and subsequently fell back, prompting Mitch to fall with him and land on top of him with a silent oof.

They were so close to eachother, every part of their bodies were touching. Mitch kissed his way down Sacha's body, leaving marks all over him, until Sacha was reduced to moans and little whines and scratched some lines into Mitch's back. It felt so intense and it only were kisses. This was more than the few one night stands Sacha had had. And that wasn't only due to Mitch's skills.

They repositioned slightly, when Mitch almost fell of the bed, trying to kiss down Sacha's V-line. Both of them laughed about it and Sacha leaned back a bit higher against the head board, propping himself up with some pillows. Mitch used the opportunity to drag Sacha's fireproof trousers down, leaving him now in only his briefs. They were barely concealing any of his arousement.

Mitch started again were he had left off kissing along the younger man's V-line, going even so far to place kisses on Sacha's still closed cock, that had the younger man bucking his hips up and Mitch just kissed his way further, until he reached Sacha's thigh.

Sacha was whining, trying to get at least some friction against his dick, but Mitch's full attention was on sucking marks into the soft flesh of Sacha's thighs. Only when the Kiwi was satisfied with how many beautiful marks where blooming there, he turned his attention back to Sacha's cock straining against the fabric of his briefs, practically begging to be freed.

When Sacha's hips bucked up again, Mitch used the moment to pull the briefs down, getting rid of the last bit of clothing. There he was now, Sacha, naked and sprawled out in front of him and just exactly what Mitch wanted. Mitch grabbed the lube from the side of the bed and coated his fingers in a generous amount. He took a pillow from the side and but it under Sacha's hips, elevating them ever so slightly to ease up access.

"Okay?", he asked. Sacha nodded in response.

"I need words", Mitch said caring but also without leaving room for discussion.

"Yes, please Mitch", Sacha managed to say.

"Everything for you", Mitch whispered, but the younger man still heard it and it made his head spin. Nearly as much as the next sensation to come. Sacha's eyes were closed, so he only noticed when he felt it.

One of Mitch's fingers slowly pushed into him, but at the same time the Kiwi wrapped his lips around his cock, giving it a few licks along the full length, while moving his head up and down slowly, taking more of Sacha into his mouth every time he went down.

The younger man needed to grab ahold of the sheets, the feeling of Mitch blowing him while simultaneously opening him up was just to much. Those eyes locked into his from the second he looked down, no matter how deep Mitch took him. It was nearly to much for Sacha.

Mitch refused to break eye contact with Sacha, even when he teasingly swiped his tongue over the slit while also adding a second finger. Sacha felt like his whole body was screaming nothing but more, more, more. He lifted himself from the bed, while also pushing his hips down to get more of Mitch.

"Please, please", Sacha begged not even sure for what. Mitch took that as encouragement to start bobbing his head up and down rhythmically, licking along a vein at the underside, while also starting to move his fingers in and out. The sensation was so so much and Sacha new he couldn't take it much longer. It only god worse, when Mitch added the third finger, making sure Sacha was open and ready.

The younger man started to babble, trying to warn Mitch, but the older man just seemed to put even more effort into sucking Sacha off. With a whimper Sacha came into Mitch's mouth and the older man just swallowed, grinning up at Sacha. "Thank you", he said apparently really satisfied with his work.

Sacha needed to take a moment to catch his breath, still he made a unhappy noise, when Mitch removed his fingers from inside him. It drew a little laugh from the Kiwi.

Mitch moved up to kiss Sacha some more and the younger man could taste himself on Mitch's tongue. They were laying side by side and Sacha's hand was back in Mitch's hair, keeping him close, stealing another kiss and another one.

Sacha moved his other hand between them, trying to press it into Mitch's crotch.

"I love your enthusiasm, but it's fine, you should rest now", Mitch gently said and removed the hand.

"But what about you?", Sacha asked.

"I can take care of myself and seeing you come undone underneath me had been more than enough."

Mitch sounded sure, but Sacha wanted more. He wanted it all, wanted to know how Mitch would feel buried deep inside him.

"But I want it. Please take me. Please Mitch. This is your winner's room. Everything for your pleasure", Sacha begged.

"But the overstimulation will hurt", Mitch made sure Sacha knew what he was getting into.

"What if I want it to?", Sacha asked, attempting to keep his voice from shaking. Because he really couldn't imagine anything better right now than writing on the older's cock. Too many nights, he had thought about what it would be like, he needed to experience it.

"Sacha you are perfect, do you know that?", Mitch asked, before inserting first one, than two fingers back into Sacha's tight heat. In response, the younger just let out a shaky breath in response.

"So good for me", Mitch whispered, lightly scissoring his fingers, while grabbing a condom and the lube again from the side with his other hand.

"So beautiful", he said, when he removed the fingers again, to get rid of his own last pieces of clothes and put the condom on and spread some lube over his dick. He was fully hard already just from seeing Sacha melt like wax between, or around, his fingers.

"How do you want me?", Sacha asked, noticeably aroused by the praise.

"Right how you are, I want to see your pretty face", Mitch said, gently brushing a strand of hair that was sticking to Sacha's forehead back. He aligned himself with Sacha's entrance and slowly pushed in, inch by inch, making little breaks to give Sacha the time to adjust.

The younger man felt like his body was on fire, heat was pooling in his belly still, from mere minutes ago and his nerves were still on high alert all through his body, from where the waves of pleasure had surged through before.

Mitch had felt big under his palm earlier already, but now, that he was feeling every glorious inch, it felt like it was never ending. Eventually, Mitch had bottomed out and Sacha moaned needy. This was so much more than Sacha had ever imagined.

Mitch tried to control his breath, dangerously close to coming already, just seeing how angelic Sacha looked beneath him. From how good Sacha felt, from how he looked up at Mitch, with adorance the older man had rarely seen in any of his partners.

He leant forward to steal another kiss from those lips, that were so readily giving them to him and Mitch didn't understand how he could deserve this. Ever. Sacha's hands found their way onto Mitch's back and he began to absentmindedly scratch patterns into it. His breath was going flat and quick. He wanted that, the overstimulation, to have Mitch in this way and at the same time it was way too much and not nearly enough.

"Please move", Sacha breathed out and Mitch didn't need to be told twice, setting a steady rhythm.

The younger man threw his head back, when the pleasure once again started to set his body on fire, spreading all through him. Mitch smirked up on realising he had found Sacha's sweet spot and tried to hit it over and over again, while also sucking some more bruises into Sacha's neck.

Sacha was barely able to form a coherent thought anymore, only able to claw at Mitch's back and buck up his hips to meet every single one of the older's thrusts. Mitch knew, that there would be marks on his back tomorrow and probably even the for the following days, but that only made it more exciting, didn't it?

Seeing Sacha come undone underneath him for the second time in a day, did things to him though and Mitch was rapidly closing in onto his orgasm himself. He slightly changed the angle of his thrusts, as they became more and more sloppy and he was chasing his release as much as trying to make Sacha come with him.

When he touched the younger man's dick, giving it a few hasty pumps, Sacha came for the second time, screaming Mitch's name.

It felt like every muscle in Sacha's body was contracting and while it did hurt a bit, the hurt felt like a reward to him. A reward, that only got bigger, when he heard Mitch's ragged breathing, as he followed Sacha over the edge.

He had done that to Mitch. He was responsible for the sheen of sweat on his back and the hair that was sticking to his forehead.

Mitch fell onto the bed next to Sacha, both trying to catch their breaths.

"That was amazing", Sacha said after a while and Mitch laughed, as he turned onto his side, to look at Sacha.

"Yeah", he agreed, as he started to draw pattern on Sacha's chest with his fingers. The younger man sighed contently in response.

"Did you really hope I'd call you up last season?", Mitch asked suddenly.

"Yes. Is that bad?", Sacha asked back.

"No, it's just", he paused. "Why?"

"Why? Mitch you are not seriously asking that!"

Sacha turned to his side to take a better look at Mitch, but the older man just shrugged.

"Why? Hm okay, what about because you are incredibly hot and talented, which in itself is already an absolutely dangerous combination, but you are also so fucking nice, I sometimes don't know how to deal with it. How could anyone not wish to be with you?"

"Really?", Mitch asked, as if he had expected something different entirely.

"Of course! I like you so much, I wouldn't pass up any opportunity to be with you." The words where out of his mouth, before he could catch himself.

"What?", Mitch asked perplexed.

"No, just scratch that. Forget what I said", Sacha tried to save it.

"What if I don't want to forget it? What if I feel the same whenever I see you. What if Norman and Stoff are laughing at me for month now, because I just can't make a move on you?", Mitch asked. The raw emotion vibrating from Mitch's voice made Sacha shiver.

"I would like that", Sacha said, putting his hand in Mitch's.

So they were laying there, both still very much naked, their intertwined fingers between them. Mitch moved their hands up to his lips and placed a kiss on top of them.

"Come home with me and we can talk a bit? I'm no master chef, but I make a pretty mean carbonara", Mitch suggested.

"Sounds great. But no big party for the first win of the season?", Sacha smiled.

"You are better than any party could be", Mitch declared.

"Now who is cheesy", Sacha asked back laughing.

"Fair", Mitch conceded.

"So shower and then to your place?", Sacha asked, already lifting himself from the bed.

"Sounds great."

In hindsight they would've probably be quicker, if they had gone into the shower one after the other, but neither was ready to loose the contact between their bodies already.

When they left the room supplied by the FIA a bit later and went out again, Stoff, Norman and even Nick were wolf whistling at them. They probably had just got done with the debrief and where passing by per chance.

"You took your sweet time", Norman commented teasingly and Sacha got bright red.

Mitch just smiled and shot back: "Not everyone comes after less than 12 seconds Norman, I know it's hard for you to imagine that."

Sacha giggled and Stoffel and Nick were laughing.

"Bastard", Norman said, but he was smiling, so everyone knew that there were no hard feelings.

Later that evening, when they had eaten (and Sacha had to admit, the Carbonara actually had been great) they were sitting on Mitch's sofa, both with a half empty glass of wine in their hands. Mitch took another sip, looking directly into Sacha's eyes over the rim of him glass. He sat it down carefully, not breaking eye contact.

"Round two?"