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“Mark.”
He’d been waiting for him to arrive for a little while now, he’d even gone as far to be early for the driver meeting, and that was something he never did. Unless he had a point to make, and today he did, but it wasn’t one that had anything to do with racing. He had something to prove, an opportunity to prove someone wrong, to prove that he was right. Impossible to pass up.
“Mark.” This time he’d been heard properly, and he watched Mark turn to find him, Fernando nodded at him to take up the empty seat beside him. Watching on as he had words with Jenson and Nico Rosberg who he’d walked in with, Fernando made sure no one else sat on the row until at least Mark had sat down.
“Hey, what’s up?” Plonking himself down next to Fernando, Mark unzipped his jacket a little.
“Is nothing,” Fernando replied lightly. “Have been spending a lot of time with Jenson.”
Mark tried not to look smug about the admission. “Ah, so you’re jealous, look mate, me and Jense are friends. Just friends, you and me however…” He trailed off as the seats in front of them filled up, but Mark had made a point of spending a little more time with Jenson because he knew he was jealous no matter how much he was about to protest.
“Am not jealous, I do not know why you think that.”
Mark tried to hide his smile at how prickly Fernando sounded, but he knew he’d been seen when he heard the huff. “Uh, because I know you very well, and I knew hanging out with Jenson a bit more would bug you.”
“You do it on purpose?”
“Well, we are friends, but I do love it when you get all possessive.” It always led to the sex he wanted but could never ask for, which was an issue he was eventually going to have to address without wrecking the best relationship he’d ever been in.
“Can not believe you do it on purpose,” Fernando hissed as the meeting started.
“You love it really,” Mark snickered as he bumped into Fernando's shoulder with his arm. And he was right, perhaps for the time being, because the fire in Fernando's eyes when he took charge, when he told him to get on all fours…
Hearing Mark cough awkwardly got Fernando's attention, and when he saw him try to adjust the crotch area on his jeans, he smiled to himself. Mark loved to tease him in the paddock, but Mark loved to be teased in bed so much more, he loved to be manhandled and touched. And that fact was why Fernando knew it was going to work.
Especially as they weren’t the only one’s sitting on the row now, but at least Sebastian was sitting on the other side of Rocky.
As the meeting got past the introductions and updates from the last race, Fernando dropped his right hand from his lap to slip between him and Mark. When the idea came to him, Fernando had relied on Mark sitting a little closer to him like he usually did, his thigh always in contact. Touching. He was holding his own thigh, but running the back of his index finger against the denim covering Mark's leg, and Fernando loved how Mark pressed into his touch.
Catching the dull edge of his nail on the thick seam of Mark's jeans, Fernando idly ran his finger along it as he answered a question about penalties. The soft hum of contentment from Mark floated to Fernando's ears, making him zone out from the conversation happening around him about barriers. He was relaxing, slouching down into seat, widening his legs a little more, offering himself up to the unknown.
Even with a seat between Mark and Rocky, Fernando was still cautious as he walked his fingers over the top of his thigh, the warmth of his body was instant against his palm. Mark had moved into his touch before, this time Fernando felt his muscle tense as he spread his fingers apart, it was his realisation that something wasn’t quite right.
He loved being touched, and having Fernando's hands on him was starting to be one of his favourite parts of the race weekend, but not with a full audience. What they had was very much between them, the most risque they’d gotten was having the curtains open forty floors into the sky, not hands on the other in a room full of their rivals.
And definitely not digging his fingertips into his thigh, nor moving the same hand between his legs. “Fer,” Mark hissed as quietly as he could in the circumstances, whilst making a grab for his wrist to stop his devilish fingers from straying any further.
“Que?”
Spanish. The damn Spanish. Mark was weak for it, a few whispered words and he would be grinding on Fernando like a whore. Begging him to say more to him, not caring what the words actually meant, it was the accent, the way he emphasised certain syllables for effect.
“Qué pasa?”
“Shh.”
It hadn't come from Mark, but from Jerome who was sitting in front of them, and it wasn’t the usual ‘shut up’ he saw the edge of an eye roll, probably because it wasn’t the first time they’d been caught chatting in a meeting. They’d always been friendly, knowing of each other before either joined Formula One, and only grew closer when they were both there. But the twenty ten season bonded them, entwined them, took them beyond friendship, further than they had dared say aloud.
Neither won the championship, but they opened their hearts.
Fernando nodded at Jerome as an apology he didn’t really mean, as he continued to play with Mark some more, the hand on his wrist had disappeared, and his fingers delved to the inside of his thigh. The sensitive parts he knew so well, he exploited.
If Fernando wanted to demonstrate exactly how well he knew his body, Mark thought he should tell him he had made his point, the tips of his fingers were making tiny circles through the denim of his jeans. Bumping over the seam, pressing in little by little, edging closer and closer towards his cock. Staring straight ahead over the rest of the grid, Mark endeavoured to concentrate on what was being discussed, not that he could contribute anything. He was sure that the only noise that would leave his mouth if he opened it, would be a moan.
“Fu-” Stopping himself short, Mark bit on his lower lip, Fernando had brushed his cock with his finger lightly, and it had sent all of his blood pooling in his lap. He could feel himself getting harder, and the moment Fernando realised he didn’t stop. Turning his head to send Fernando a pleading look, Mark was met with his very calm profile, even having the audacity to look like he was listening to whatever Jenson was saying.
He had to deal with it somehow, crossing his leg, Mark trapped Fernando's hand between his thighs, which made everything worse. Fernando just wriggled his hand up and down, the side of it giving him enough stimulation to start to breathe heavier and heavier.
“Is hot in here, no?”
“Huh?” Mark replied dumbly.
“Is hot, maybe take your jacket off,” Fernando prompted Mark in a hushed whisper, he wanted to go further, push him over the edge, and he needed cover.
Once the words had settled in his mind, Mark unzipped his jacket, leaning further forward than he usually would, he slipped his arms out and piled the navy material into his lap. The relief was instant, but as soon as he relaxed, Fernando was trying to push his legs apart, and he complied because he was thinking with his cock. Even with an audience.
He didn’t fully uncross his legs, but balanced his right ankle on his knee, giving Fernando all the access possible, and he didn’t waste any time. Under the crumpled jacket, Fernando traced the shape of his cock straining against his jeans, it was rhythmic, over and over. All he wanted to do was slouch into his seat, spread his legs wide and beg Fernando for more, but he couldn’t do that, Mark had to keep staring at the front, and keep his mouth shut.
It was hard not to smile when Mark twitched beside him, he had danced his fingers over his head, finding the sweet spot that made him plead for all sorts of things. Mark jerked forward just the tiniest amount, but enough to get Rocky’s attention.
“You alright Mark?” Rocky asked carefully, he was being all fidgety.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, just looking forward to the end,” Mark forced out, whispering the words to hide how strained the effort was.
“Me too.”
Mark knew he wasn’t as much as he was, his end was going to be so much better. He could already feel the familiar stir in his crotch, the swell of pleasure his brain was switched on to chase, he was wet and desperate. One hand was holding onto the shin, the other was gripping onto the chair so hard the tension was making his arm shake.
As much as wanted to tease Mark for the whole meeting, Fernando wasn’t going to risk actually getting found out, and once he felt a hint of dampness he began to work Mark to release. He knew what Mark’s cock would look like if he could unzip him, flushed pink, heavy in his hand, long, thick, slick with pre-come. He always looked so good laid out on a bed, his hard cock yearning for pleasure.
“Are so big.” He purposely pressed his lips to Mark's ear as he spoke, brushing them over the sensitive part of his lobe.
“Mm,” Mark murmured in return, trying to convey that he was close. And he was really close, his climax coming at him fast as Fernando focused on his head. His internal monologue was just an endless stream of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ as Fernando got him off. Sweat running down his head from the strain to contain everything he was feeling, the effort was monumental as he felt his balls draw tight. There was a fleeting thought that he was about to come in public, but that disappeared as soon as they emptied into his boxers.
He felt the release, the heat through the denim, the dampness against his fingers. Fernando was half hard himself at getting Mark off, even the thought of it was enough to get him moaning into his pillow. As Mark hunched over beside him, Fernando couldn’t stop himself listen to the breathy little pants, snatches of the pleasure he’d given Mark in a room full of people.
“No good deed goes unpunished.” Were Mark's words to Fernando, said with a toothy grin as he fought to get himself right again.
“Did nothing wrong.” As the meeting came to a close, the noise level increased with it, giving them a little more freedom to talk.
“You made me come in my pants, Fer, seriously, if we’d been caught.”
“Would never be caught, I knew you would be a good boy for me.”
He thought he was wrung out, but the praise from Fernando made Mark's cock twitch, this wasn’t going to be the end of it. Fernando was going to be wanting his own release, and he seemed to sense Mark's thought as they stood up.
“I think the tyres maybe hide you.”
“You kinky bastard.” Folding his jacket over his arm, Mark ensured his crotch was covered as he headed back to the motorhome, there was no way he could go about the rest of his day in the same underwear, or jeans.
“You look like you enjoyed that meeting Mark.” Jenson slapped Mark on the back as a greeting, his face was flushed, a post fuck sort of flush. Fernando really was insatiable. “You too Fernando.”
Mark could help but tense, there was a teasing tone to Jenson’s voice that was incredibly telling. He knew something was up. But he was one to talk, Mark knew exactly what he got up to with Nico, and Sebastian. “You know it.”
“Mark is right, driver meetings are very important.” And he was going to show Mark how important debrief was too, behind the tyres, hands to the wall, ass out, and filled. Mark's ass really was something.
“You daydream any harder Fernando, and he’ll hear you,” Jenson snickered as he passed by with Nico, leaving Fernando with a very suspicious smile plastered all over his face as he walked off in Mark's wake.