The perfect match

The lights went out and the cars sped away, trying to squeeze around the corner all at once. Lando had lost a position at first, but took two more back in the first lap. Daniel had managed to stay in his position, directly in front of Charles. Pierre’s front wing had made contact with Stroll in the first corner, needing him to make a pit stop and Stroll getting a 5 second penalty.
The race itself was pretty fluent, no big crashes, some overtake drama of course, especially when Ocon tried to overtake Magnussen and instead spun onto the gravel, putting him to the end of the grid, or the rookie Sargeant, who’s car just kept going straight forwards in a turn due to a defective steering wheel. Thankfully, he was able to keep the car running and made his way back to the box to change to a new steering wheel. Sadly, he was still out of the points in his debut race.
Charles complained a little about his car not moving the way he wanted it to, but it got better with time and he was fast, finishing 5th, directly behind Lando, who missed the podium by a tenth of a second. Daniel finished 8th and was not happy with his result and Pierre, who finished in 18th, definitely wasn’t, but kept his comments to the press positive. He was in no mood for a party, though.

After finding out that due to some stupid law, omegas weren’t allowed in clubs, they decided to hold a casual little get together at their villa. P and the nanny were asleep in a room facing the street, while they sat around a fire pit in the back of the garden. Charles, Carlos, Daniel, Logan, Alex, Max, Lando and Oscar sat together, all of them had brought a little bit to snack and to drink for them.
“I thought George wanted to come?” Max asked, crawling under a blanket.
“Yes, but they set up another emergency meeting.” Alex said with a frown.
“Ouch, someone is not happy.” Daniel said.
“Is that a really bad thing for him?” Logan asked.
“Mercedes is happy if Toto is happy. Toto is okay if his drivers are on the podium. Toto is happy if his drivers win.” Carlos explained.
“But it’s not just the driver’s fault if they didn’t win. I mean, I know I’m new here and I shouldn’t bash around too much, but their car is not a winner’s car – not today, I mean.” Charles tried to paddle back.
“No, you are right. Hopefully they can do something about it, they have been declining in the past years.” Carlos said.
“Still better than Alpine, what the hell kind of car did they build?” Lando asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“I don’t know, but it was all over the place. It looked like it was driven by a child, whenever there was wind, he was off, but it was for both of them, it wasn’t Pierre’s fault.” Logan said.
“Oh right, you overtook them both, great comeback, by the way.” Max said.
“Yeah, a little more turning when there are turns and you’re in the points.” Carlos said with a wink, letting the others chuckle.
“Woah, that shit was crazy! I just saw it from behind – going straight ahead, I thought you were unconscious and would crash into the barrier full speed or something!” Alex, who finished 10th, exclaimed.
“It felt so weird in there! I wanted to turn but that stupid thing was just stiff and then the monitor went off! I almost peed myself. I just pushed the breaks and hoped that it would work and I wouldn’t roll backwards onto the track or something.” Logan said.
“Wait, it went OFF?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah, well, the car was on, but the screen on the steering wheel was off and I couldn’t move it. It was like … stuck or something, then, like, five seconds later, I was able to steer again and the intercom worked so I got back to the box and exchanged the steering wheel. Everything went fine again – except that I was way behind by now.” Logan explained.
“Hey, you started ninth, went up to seventh, fell back to twentieth and then finished in twelfth. You did good.” Carlos said sternly.
“Thank you” Logan said to him.
“Now to funnier things, who will start?” Daniel asked.
“Arthur told Max he’s a bad person.” Oscar said with a chuckle.
“What? Who’s Arthur?” Alex asked.
“Charles little brother.” Max explained while the others laughed.
“When did he call you a bad person?” Charles asked, a little shocked.
“After first practice. Grace, Daniel’s mum, and I were walking around the paddock and apparently your mum got a little lost and Arthur needed to go really badly. We were right by the Redbull trailers so Grace hammered against one of these hidden backdoors, GP opened and let Arthur use the toilet. When he came back out, Max just came down the hallway and started to introduce himself to Arthur, but Arthur just yelled no and that he is a bad man because he pushed Charlie off the track. He then jumped out of the trailer and ran off, that kid is really fast.” Oscar explained and the others laughed even louder.
“I’m so sorry.” Charles said to Max.
“No, really, don’t be. It was really cute, to be true. And he’s fighting for his brother, that’s a good thing.” Max said, taking some snacks and letting Charles smile a little.
Their little get together disbanded about an hour later, mostly because they were tired.

“Aren’t you burning for each other by now?” Max asked while they put all their glasses into the dishwasher and cleaned up their garbage.
“What?” Oscar asked.
“Well, I remember that after races, I was really horny. Still am. Like really, really horny.”
“Oh, don’t worry we got the first edge off in Lando’s room in the trailer.” Oscar said casually.
“You people are getting dirty!” Max said with a fake flirtatious voice.
“What’s going on here?” Lando asked, coming in from the terrace with the blankets.
“You’re finally growing up! You had sex in your trailer!” Max said with a wide smile.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ve been the first one in there with him. I kind of don’t think he likes me, by the way.” Oscar said to Lando.
“Tutututu-“ Lando made.
“Who doesn’t like you why?” Max asked at the same time, looking back and forth in between them.
“He doesn’t know?” Oscar asked surprised a couple seconds later.
“Nope.” Lando said.
“Doesn’t know what?” Max asked, stepping closer to him “Lando?”
“I … Well, you know when I started F1 and you told me that there would be a lot of people trying to get close to me and I shouldn’t get sucked up in stupid things with stupid people and all of that stuff, so I kept away from those things but then I met others and – “
“LANDO! Get to it!” Max said forcefully.
“I had something going on with Carlos.” Lando said quickly.
“What? When?”
“Back when we were both driving for McLaren. It didn’t work out, we broke it off, he went to Ferrari, that’s it. We’re friends now.” Lando said to Max “And I just think he needs to get used to having you around.” He then said to Oscar.
“Macho Carlos and you … yeah, I can’t see that working out.” Max said, staring out the window.
“Eww, are you getting fantasies now? Dude you really need someone.” Lando said, throwing a sponge at Max.

They flew from Bahrain to Saudi-Arabia on Tuesday, this time getting suites in a five star hotel not far from the track.
“I have to say … it really has it’s perks to be mated to you.” Oscar said, face and hands squished to the window front of their suite on the 32nd floor.
“Wait until we’re in Singapore … or in Japan, we have a free week after both of those and can spend the time however we want … you eating all kinds of sushi there are … trying these vending machines that apparently offer anything and everything … go to a street food market.” Lando said to him, hugging him from behind and kissing his neck with each suggestion.
“But you don’t like sushi.” Oscar stated, curling his fingers into Lando’s hair.
“But I like the guy that likes sushi … and I’m sure they’ll have a soup or something without fish.” Lando said, pulling up Oscar’s shirt.
“Someone is turning into some kind of sex machine, don’t you think?” Oscar asked, opening Lando’s belt behind his back.
“Do you think that? It needs a really dirty mind to think about sex machines, you know? I’d guess it’s less me … but more the omega here that got a taste.” Lando groaned while helping him to step out of his jeans. “You have been torturing me with those jeans since this morning … always on the floor or on your knees, presenting your sexy butt to me. Do you want to stay like this?” Lando asked, his fingers ghosting over Oscar wet hole, letting him mewl.
“Yes” Oscar moaned and without further hesitation, Lando pushed himself inside, Oscar letting out a short squeal before starting to moan. “What … What if anybody sees?” Oscar panted in between Lando’s slow but powerful strokes.
“No one will see, they can’t look inside through this glass, just relax.” Lando growled, speeding up his thrusts and letting Oscar moan loudly. Lando had one of his arms around Oscar’s middle, his other on his hip, keeping him in place. Oscar still held his hands on the glass, his legs lightly spread and hips tilted a bit backwards. He let Lando take control, holding and moving his body to his liking. Oscar came a couple minutes later, the world first slowing down and letting him feel Lando’s length almost leaving him, before pushing back in, widening his walls with every stroke, making space for himself inside Oscar. He felt Lando’s strong hands, now both of them on his hips, holding him in position, pulling their bodies together with every single stroke. Oscar wanted to warn Lando about his orgasm, but it came before he was able to, ripping through his body, making him shake and whine. Lando kept holding him up and moving, Oscar’s legs starting to give out, shaking from the orgasm that still ran through his body. He mewled loudly and tried to grab at the glass for something that wasn’t there. Suddenly, Lando pulled himself out, letting him whine for his alpha, who just picked him up and carried him the couple steps to the bed, dropping him in the middle and climbing on top of him, pushing himself back inside and starting a fast and hard rhythm. Oscar’s hands grabbed for the pillows, his hands digging into the softly material. He felt Lando thrusting into him so hard, his body moved over the mattress and he stretched one arm upwards, bracing the hand against the headboard, keeping himself in place – at least a little. Lando changed his position, lifting himself more onto his knees, but didn’t slow or soften his strokes in any way. He wanted to come so badly, filling his omega up, but first he wanted to send him into oblivion, heaven, whatever you wanted to call it. Lando sped up a little more, his hips giving a loud, slapping sound when meeting Oscar’s behind. Oscar wasn’t able to move his legs anymore, Lando just holding them up, ankles on his shoulders. He didn’t know how much longer it took, but he felt a shock go through Oscar’s body, spasming a couple more times before laying absolutely still, his insides where still clamping, gripping and begging for Lando, who spilled inside his omega a couple seconds later. His knot combined with Oscar’s walls, holding them together. Lando broke down on his omega, only holding himself up on his forearms to not crush him.
“Wow. That was … what happened?” Oscar asked fifteen minutes later, tiredly looking at Lando. He was now cuddled up in his alpha’s arms, facing his chest.
“You went into subspace, my darling. Are you feeling alright?” Lando asked, stroking Oscar’s face.
“Yeah, it was … I can’t even really describe it.” Oscar said.
“Did you like it?”
“Definitely. Can we do that again?”
“We will do that again, but not tonight, sweetheart.”
“I want to sleep.” Oscar said tiredly.
“Just drink a little bit, then we will sleep.” Lando said, holding a glass of water for Oscar to drink.