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'Can I come over?'
Max's message sat opened on the phone, blue eyes staring at it. George laid in bed, dressed in nothing but one of Max's forgotten red bull hoodies and a pair of boxers. His fingers laid beside the phone, itching to respond.
He wanted to say yes. To beg Max to come over and make him forget the fucking shit show of a race that George had experienced. And yet, something was stopping him. George was nothing but a pathetic mess right now. He'd been leading, finally having some hope for a win, when his power unit had failed. Max… he'd gotten his team's first podium in the entire season.
Fuck, this was stupid. George turned the phone off, pushing it away.
George had been on the podium pretty much the entire season until now. He was second in the championship. The car was a rocket ship, for god's sake.
He'd been given such a perfect set of cards and Max had been given the exact opposite. A shit car and disappointment. Despite that, Max had crawled and scratched his way to a podium. George wouldn't—and couldn't— spoil the man's win with his sulking.
Max deserved to be celebrated and party with his team. Maybe go find an actually fun hook up. Deep down he knew Max would never betray him like that, but the thought still hurt. It was odd. They didn't call each other boyfriends and yet they stayed exclusive. A weird arrangement, but it worked for them.
George switched the light off and hugged his pillow, imagining a familiar chest in it's place.
He was half asleep, missing the click of the keycard reader followed by the tiniest stream of light pushing into the room.
It wasn't until the pillow he was cuddling was ripped out of his grip, and that he very gracefully fell off the bed with a squeaky yelp, that George noticed the new presence in his room. In the dark, he couldn't make out much but the glint of pale eyes. Logically, there was only one person who could have his keycard but George's brain took a second to catch up.
"…Max-?" George rasped out, letting out a whine as the light was suddenly turned on.
"I want to know why I get leaved on read, then find you cheating on me with this unworthy pillow." Max said, tone deadpan and somewhat threatening. George blinked a few times, looking up to find a very unimpressed expression upon Max's face.
"It's left." George said slowly.
"What?"
"It's 'left on read', not leaved on read." George repeated quietly. This was stupid and a very weak attempt at deflecting, something Max definitely knew, judging from the eyebrow raise.
"George." Max said, the tone making George freeze. That was the voice Max used in the bedroom when George was going too far with the brattiness. Completely unfair. Max knew that voice made him submit. He glared up at Max to get the message across, unable to speak. A bit of guilt flooded Max's eyes as he knelt to where George was sat. "Sorry, shouldn't have said it that way schats."
"Dickwad." George grumbled, though he melted as soon as Max's hand came up to his cheek.
"Yeah, but your dickwad." Max said softly, lips brushing George's forehead in the gentlest of kisses.
"I… I just didn't want to ruin this for you." George whispered, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill. A hand grasped his chin, forcing him to stop staring at a spot on the ground.
"Ruin this for me?" Max said quietly, eyebrows furrowed and gaze analyzing every inch of George's face. "The podium?"
George let out a huff, looking away. "What else?" He mumbled.
"It never ceases to amaze me how someone as smart as you can be so dense sometimes." George's cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, squawking out an offended sound. "George, we've been doing this for what, 2 years?"
"One and a half. Since Qatar." George corrected quietly, Max letting out a breathless and fond chuckle at it.
"And how many times did you deal with me being a bitch because of a shit situation?"
"You weren't a bitch" George mumbled.
"I was absolutely a bitch." Max huffed, rolling his eyes. "And yet you stayed by me. Every single time, no matter how much you deserved to be celebrated, you let me pout. Not only that, you let me take it out on you."
A moment of silence spilled over the room.
"Fuck, I still can't believe you stuck by me." Max said softly, pushing a loose strand of hair behind George's ear. "I'm the luckiest man alive, you know that?"
"Stop it." George whimpered, flushing red, the praise filling him with both lust and pure joy.
"My darling needs praise, doesn't he?" Max said, sounding way too understanding for George's own good. "He needs me to tell him that he did such a great fucking job out there. That watching him drive and defend like that was making me hard, right there, in the middle of the race. Fuck, you have no idea how much I wanted to crash just to be able to take you right in one of the bathrooms, tell you how much you deserved that win."
The fact that the only part of Max that was touching him was a hand made George convince that this was what torture was. He let out a quiet whine, hands reaching up to paw at Max's chest, needing Max to understand.
Lucky for George, Max knew him better then he probably knew himself. Hands wrapped around George's slim thighs pulling him right on top of much thicker ones.
"Tell me what you need." The raspiness in Max's voice sent a shutter through George. It was addicting. George buried his face right into Max's shoulder, the tiniest of sounds coming out. "Words, schats."
"Can't- can't think." George managed out, breaths coming out fast and short.
"I see." Max hummed, running a comforting hand through George's dark locks. "What about yes or no questions?"
George paused for a second before nodding. He could do that.
"Verbal?" Max asked, receiving a soft shake of the head. "Okay, that's fine. Do you want me to bend you backwards tonight?"
George thought about it for a second. Usually he loved it fast and rough but he also wasn't in the best state of mind tonight. He gave a shake of his head, leaning into Max's hand.
"I can work with that." Max whispered, putting a hand underneath George's ass to get him where he wanted, the bed. "Want to be my pillow princess tonight, is that it? Want to let me do all the work?"
George moaned, arching his back at the words. He let Max's firm hands direct him into laying back onto the pillows, feeling like royalty.
"My good boy. Mine." Max growled as he looked down from his spot between George's legs.
Blue met blue as their gazes crossed, George watching intently as Max stripped his own clothes roughly, yet touched him like he was porcelain. If Max did that without asking, George may have been angry but now? Now it reminded George exactly how and why he'd stuck with this man for so long.
"Fuck, I didn't even notice what you were wearing." Max said breathlessly, hands going down the George's sides, mixing with the soft fabric of the stolen red bull hoodie. "Need to get you more of my shit. Look so good in them. Makes me so fucking horny you have no idea."
Smooth hands reached for rough ones, needing the contact. Max let out a soft sound—almost coo-like— at the adorable gesture.
"My baby." Max sighed, burying his nose in George's neck and taking a deep breath. "What if I fucked you with this on? Let you bury yourself in my scent while I bury myself in you. What do you think?"
A moan slipped out of George's mouth, hands reaching for Max's back.
"Mmm, yeah, you love that idea don't you?" Max said lowly, pulling down George's boxers to reveal a throbbing hard on, making Max grin. "So so pretty." He whispered, bending down to lap at George's tip.
"Maxy!" George gasped, hands grasping tightly at the sheets. Max took him in deeper, bobbing like it was his second nature. Max's hands pushed George's thighs and slotted them right onto his shoulders, allowing Max to see <em>everything</em>.
"Fuck. Look at you." Max groaned as he slipped off with a pop. "Okay, I'm going to eat you out okay? Don't hold back, cum if you want. If you want to hold on longer just tap my head and I'll stop."
George gave a quick and firm nod, tapping Max's shoulder to make it clear he understood. Max gave a satisfied noise, then bent down.
A warm, wet tongue came into contact with George's rim accompanied with a sharp whimper from his throat. George arched into it, as Max shoved his tongue roughly into the intimitate place. It went in and out, not letting George a second to breathe but somehow not feeling rough in any way.
A tightness started building up in George's balls under the relentless pace, hips rutting into the air, desperate to find friction.
"Max- Maxy-" George cried, feeling both neglected and overwhelmed. "Stop please, wanna cum with you while you're in me. Need you. Need you in me! Please please please-"
A gentle laugh came deep from Max's chest as he pulled away, eyes fond and loving.
"Of course princess." Max said, pushing up the hoodie to reveal George's smooth and hairless chest. He'd seen it hundreds of times, and yet it never ceased to make Max weak in the body how much every single part of George was perfectly beautiful. He traced a hand over the strong but lean muscle, leaning forward to kiss the bellybutton, making his way up.
Quiet sounds left George as his eyes fluttered closed, melting into the bed.
Crying out barely as Max's tongue circled a nipple, George's arms wrapped around Max's back and pulled him closer, wanting to be as close as possible.
"Clingy." Max laughed breathlessly, gazing through eyelashes at the masterpiece that was George Russell. Wearing nothing but Max's hoodie, tits exposed… the sin of lust come to life, on earth to ruin Max in every single fucking way there was. "Open up." He said, tapping at George's jaw.
Like the perfect boy he was, George obeyed easily. Max slipped a finger into the open mouth, George's mouth wrapping around it.
Max let out a groan, dick twitching at how focused George looked while wanting to make his Maxy proud. His other hand reached up, fingers tangling in beautiful brown hair. "Mm, making me so proud."
George took the next two fingers just as well and Max couldn't help but steal a kiss from his darling's drooling mouth as he pulled his hand away.
Max allowed himself a second, taking his own pants off and releasing himself from his much too tight underwear. George stared at him, rosy cheeked and wide eyed. Max's balls felt much too tight, craving release.
"Want to get my cock wet while I finger you stupid?" Max said, loving the expression that came over George's face at his words.
Max put his knees to the bed, drawing them wide so George had space to crawl between them. George, like the slut he was for Max, understood immediately. Max had done all of the work till now, he was allowed to be just a little bit selfish, wasn't he? And plus, George loved having something in his mouth. Who was Max to deny him?
Max groaned as George took him in his mouth, not gagging at all, almost like his throat was customized for Max's cock.
Fuck, he needed to focus. Max blinked, bending down over George (making him gag a bit), finding exactly what he was looking for. His drool covered fingers dipped right into George's gorgeous ass, circling the hole with his index. He heard George's moan, muffled by the thick cock he was chocking on.
He pushed his finger in slowly, loving the feeling of George pushing his hips back, going along with Max's slow movements.
As he worked his way up to three fingers, George kept working on Max's dick at a torturous pace, not once letting up to breathe. Max's chest rumbled with a low sound as he grabbed George's hair, gently directing him off. George's eyes were just the slightest bit teary as he looked up at Max, cuddling into the firm hand.
"Perfect." Max murmured, helping George lay back onto the bed. "You're perfect. There's no other word to describe what I see every single fucking time I look at you."
A sigh of content left George, a small smile growing on Max's face. When George got all quiet and melty for praise, it meant he was relaxing. Letting go of all the thoughts that plagued him, all the worries.
Getting George's calves on his shoulders was easy. Right now, the brunette's body was butter, easily mailable.
"Take a deep breath for me schats." Max said, pushing in as George did what he was told. To Max, there was—and would never be—a better feeling than pushing into George. George was tight, but his hole still ate Max's cock like it was a 5 star meal. He continued in, right until he bottomed out.
George whimpered quietly underneath him, eyes tightly closed.
Max cupped his face before leaning in. "Ready?" He whispered. A second passed before George gave a single nod. That was all Max needed. He pulled back and pushed right back in, not allowing himself to go to fast but making sure he hit that special spot every single time.
George's thighs trembled in his hands, Max drawing moan after moan from him, each one loud enough to make the walls of the room trembled. Part of him felt guilty for their neighbours, but the much bigger part of him was way too horny to give a single shit.
Their mouths crashed togheter—god, they had not kissed remotely enough— and Max savored the salty taste of himself that coated George's mouth, trying to feel every corner.
George's hips rutted against the air, Max not hesitating to wrap a strong hand around the leaking cock that was begging for friction. George cried out, nails scratching down Max's back harshly. Max barely felt it, lost in a realm of pure pleasure.
"I'm- I'm so close." Max groaned, hand working George's cock faster. "Come with me schats."
Max buried himself sharply one last time, shuttering as he came. That was all it took before George was mewling, back arched, hot streaks of white going all over Max's chest and George's stomach. Max gave a few slow thrusts, both of them riding the end of their orgasms.
Collapsing on top of George, Max peppered his face with gentle kisses, nuzzling him. George let out a few soft giggles and loosely wrapped his arms around Max.
"Up for a bath?" Max hummed, his pants starting to slow down. George let out a sigh of content before nodding.
"Yeah… yeah." George whispered, letting Max direct his legs around Max's waist, picking him up easily. God, it never stopped being hot that despite George's extra inches in height, that never stopped Max. If the man wanted to, he'd pick George up thank you very much. "If you're up for it after, you do still deserve a proper celebration."
Max laughed as George rested his head against his shoulder. "We'll see, schats."
"Okay…" George mumbled, unable to keep the sleepiness out of his voice.
"Rest." Max said, rubbing a warm hand over George's back. "I'll always be here when you wake up, I promise."
And with those words, George allowed his eyes to close, thoughts far, far away from any race track.