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Gabriel could swear he had not drunk enough to do anything questionable, but still, somehow he found himself following Nico to his hotel room. Maybe the heat of the Barcelona air was driving him insane.
They spent the last few hours at a club with the team, celebrating Nico’s P5 finish. Gabriel was electrified, like he was the one who overtook Hamilton and scored ten fucking points. It’s not like he had a bad race himself — finishing P12, his best ever in F1 — but today wasn’t about him.
The amount of alcohol he had drunk was not a lot but it had hit him fast, adrenaline already affecting his sobriety, and maybe that’s why he ended up in front of his teammate’s door, waiting for the older to open it with his card. Nico reached into his pocket, searching for the plastic piece, sighing when he was unsuccessful and only found it in the other one. He pushed the door open, gesturing with his arm for Gabriel to enter, his eyebrows raising teasingly and the younger entered the room with a smirk.
It was pitch black inside. Gabriel reached for the light switch after looking around — figuring it should be at the same place it was in his room — and his fingers met a hand against it on the wall, just for a second, before he pulled his hand away and light illuminated the room. He heard Nico laugh, but he didn’t bother turning around to look at him, just walked farther inside.
“You’re not tired?” Nico asked as the door closed with a click. “You wanna keep on drinking?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel replied as he settled on the couch in the middle of the room. “I’m not an old man.”
He watched with a sly smirk, his eyes following Nico’s movements as the older walked up to the minibar and crouched to look at the beverages inside it. Sitting on the wide couch, listening to the bottles clinking as Nico’s hands muddled about in the small fridge is what made Gabriel realise that he would have been more disappointed about not getting into the pants of the man than DNFing in his home race, probably.
A whistle filled the room, a similar one that Nico had let out during his post-race interview as he eyed Gabriel walking past him. The whistle wasn’t targeted towards him now, but rather the two little 4cl Jägermeister bottles he was holding in his hand as he walked up to the couch and settled next to his teammate.
“Just one more shot,” Nico said as he handed one of the little green bottles to Gabriel. “I think we had enough.”
Gabi didn’t argue. He would have been completely fine without it anyway but still, he took it with a smile.
“Cheers,” he raised the glass to clink it against Nico’s, staring intensely into the older’s eyes. The eye contact remained as the liquid filled their mouths, leaving Gabi flustered, trying hard not to cough as it burned down his throat. The empty bottles were placed on the table in front of them with a thud.
“This might be the only thing you Germans got right,” Gabi licked his lips slowly, savouring the taste of the liqueur. He noticed the way Nico’s eyes shifted to the movement and smiled, a little hazy with his teeth showing.
It was definitely the alcohol mixed with the elated feeling the race left him in that was making him feel so stupid, no thought forming in his head other than how badly he wanted to ruin the man next to him. He wanted to hear the dirtiest sounds slipping from his mouth as he’d make him come, wanted to feel his hands gripping his hair, wanted to feel his fingers in—
Gabriel looked away with a sharp inhale, feeling himself blush just from a little fantasising. Fantasising about his teammate who was already driving formula racing cars when Gabi was just learning how to walk.
Turning his head back, Gabriel was met with blue eyes staring at him questioningly.
He placed a palm against the older’s thigh, so suddenly and with such confidence that he surprised even himself.
“I want to congratulate you,” he said, no trace of quivering in his voice. All Nico could do for a few seconds was just blink, not looking down at the hand on his thigh, his eyes staring right into Gabriel’s dark ones.
“You already congratulated me,” he replied, unmoving.
“Not properly,” Gabi squeezed his thigh to further confirm what he was implying.
Nico huffed out a laugh then. “Am I not too old for you?” he asked, intonation low at the end of the question. It made Gabi’s dick jump with interest.
He shrugged, a smirk painting his face. “I like it,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper. He moved his hand farther up Nico’s thigh, now dangerously close to his crotch.
His head was swimming with the realisation that the older still hadn’t stopped him. Out of sheer curiosity now, he placed his hand at the front of his trousers, unmoving, waiting for a protest at first. Nico just stared.
Gabriel started palming at him, applying more pressure when he let out a huff. Suddenly the gap between them was closed, Gabi leaning in to press his lips against Nico’s. It was clumsy at first, desperate from the younger’s side. Nico felt a little smug when he led his hands to Gabi’s jaw — similar to how Gabi held his helmet in parc fermé a few hours ago — and he sighed into the kiss in response. Their tongues met and a groan escaped the Brazilian, pulling in closer, hand speeding up its movements on Nico’s now hardening cock. The herbaceous taste of the Jägermeister was sweet on the older’s tongue as it kept pushing against Gabriel’s, until the younger pulled back to pant against his lips.
“You’re really not gonna tell me to stop?” Gabriel heaved, “Not gonna lecture me about how it’s wrong?”
The older man sighed, “Do you want to stop?”
Gabi shook his head with a trembling exhale. “Fuck no,” he said before leaning back in again.
It was hot, hotter than anything Gabriel had ever felt, seen or done. He wasn’t a virgin but he never got this close to an older man before. The tongue in his mouth, the hand in his hair, the bulge against his palm, it was all so captivating.
He probably could have made out with Nico for hours but there was one thing he would have preferred in his mouth over his tongue.
Gabriel pulled away before dropping on his knees to the floor, in front of Nico.
“Jesus Christ,” the German let out a low, rumbling sound as he took in the sight of his younger teammate on his knees, lips parted, glossy and red, chest heaving with each of his breaths. He spread his legs when the younger reached for his belt, unbuckling it. Gabriel’s hands didn’t shake, even though he felt like his entire body was vibrating with desire.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Nico’s boxers and stopped. He turned his face upwards to lock eyes with the older.
“Go on,” Nico ordered, voice low, making Gabriel’s dick twitch in his trousers.
He lifted his hips just enough for Gabi to be able to simultaneously pull down his pants and boxers. The clothes pooled around the older’s ankles, catching on his shoes.
“Fuck…” Gabi breathed as he eyed the cock in front of him. He figured Nico would be big, he felt the size of him through his trousers, but actually having the real thing just a few centimeters away from his face with nothing covering it was incomparable.
He placed his hand at the base of it and listened to the audible sigh coming from above of him. He collected saliva in his mouth, then leaned forward and pushed the spit out through pursed lips against the tip. A quiet moan left his mouth as he leaned back and watched a trail of drool connecting his lip to Nico’s cock. He turned his head up to the man, staring wide-eyed. The German’s mouth was slightly agape, a groan so delicious leaving it, Gabi could only assume he must have looked so obscene from above.
Nico guided a hand against the back of Gabi’s neck and pulled him towards his cock. The younger closed his eyes as he took him in his mouth, as deep as he could and started bobbing his head in time with the jerking motion of his hand. Gabi’s mouth was slick and warm, just so good to slide into. Nico stationed a hand in the younger’s hair, groaning at the sensation of him whimpering around his length.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Nico praised. “So good.”
Gabriel felt like he could come in his pants in a matter of seconds if the older kept his praises up with that low voice.
“Where did you learn this, huh?” Nico asked absentmindedly. “Did you suck your way up to F1? Got on your knees for every sponsor and engineer?” Then he laughed in realisation. “Or was it Fernando? Mattia, maybe?”
Gabriel was shamelessly moaning now, spit pooling around the corners of his mouth. He thought about stopping, just to argue, even though he knew it was just dirty talk. He did send an offended glare Nico’s way, but it probably wasn’t very effective with his cock in his mouth.
The older suddenly tightened his grip in his hair and pulled him off. Gabriel moaned, looking up with half-lidded eyes, whimpering at the long fingers entangled between his dark curls tightening up in a fist and holding his head in place. It hurt so good, he couldn’t help thrusting his hips, chasing any friction against his hard-on.
“Don’t move,” Nico breathed above him. The command of the older man made him whine but he obeyed.
Nico wrapped his other hand around Gabi’s and started jerking himself off with it.
“Stay still,” the older man was panting, getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna paint your pretty face white.”
For a second, Gabi could almost feel himself coming in his pants, but instead he let out a disbelieving laugh, which then turned into a loud moan, embarrassingly loud for someone who hasn’t been touched yet.
“Come on…” he breathed, panting against Nico’s cock. “I want it.”
Nico’s climax washed over him like a strong wave. Gabriel closed his eyes as sticky splashes of cum hit his face, listened to the deep groan of the man above him and smiled, wild and ecstatic like he was on the top step of a podium.
He opened his eyes once the older let go of his head and his breathing slowed. He stared into Nico's eyes as he licked up the streak that landed at the corner of his mouth, relishing the breathy moan of the older man.
“Didn’t last very long,” Gabi teased with a smirk. He felt more smug about making Nico Hülkenberg, out of all people, finish on his face in under three minutes than winning the F3 and F2 Drivers’ Championships consecutively.
“Shut up and come here,” Nico let out another groan, probably out of frustration this time while patting the couch next to him with one hand, and pulling his pants up with the other.
Gabriel obeyed with no protest, pulled his shirt up and wiped his face with it then stood up slowly to not look too desperate. Once he was sitting next to Nico, who successfully buckled his trousers back up, he was pushed to his back, head hitting the arm of the couch.
The older leaned over him and Gabi was afraid he would come without the man ever laying even just a finger on his dick. He watched as Nico undid his fly and led a warm palm inside, against his boner.
“Fuck, let me–” he said, not bothering to finish his sentence, just pulled his pants and boxers down.
He moaned when the older’s hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few strokes before his orgasm hit him so fast, he could swear his vision blurred for a second. He froze, no sound leaving him before moaning so loud and high, Nico had to place a hand over his mouth. The German was laughing, Gabi could hear it over his muffled noises, and it had no reason to be so hot.
“Who’s the one who didn’t last very long now?” Nico asked, removing his hand from Gabi’s mouth and running it down his neck to his chest.
“Oh my god,” the younger moaned breathily. He was flushed, embarrassed, but mainly completely gone.
He watched Nico holding his cum-covered hand up in the air before he reached down and wiped it with Gabi’s already ruined shirt.
“Disgusting old man,” the Brazilian said tiredly, slurring his words.
Nico’s laughter filled the room for a few seconds before he sighed contently and leaned down to kiss the younger’s forehead.