Love, Racing, Business & everything in between
Esteban was with Logan, laying on the couch. He had found a good way to be close to him. He sat down on the couch normally, letting Logan come to him and decide where and how he wanted to sit. They mostly ended up laying down, Logan’s head on his chest and Esteban’s hand in his hair. He was sure if Logan would be an omega and able to purr, he would. They had kissed a lot, cuddled and kept their hands above their clothes. That’s how far Logan went and Esteban didn’t push him.
“Estie?” Logan asked, laying on his chest, Esteban playing with his hair.
“Mhmh”
“Do you watch porn?” Logan asked and Esteban’s hand stopped.
“What?” he then squealed.
“That was a stupid question, of course you do … uhm … could you send me some, you know … that are realistic. How it would really be? Just having sex?”
“You want me to look up porn and send it to you?” Esteban tried to clarify.
“Yes” Logan said, lifting his head up “You know … movies are … it’s either this overly romantic love movie thing or they have wild minutes in a closet and stuff like that … I want to know … what … or how … no … what it would be like, normally. Just … normal … does that make sense?”
“You think about us having sex?” Esteban asked instead.
“Well … yeah, you want to tell me you don’t?”
“I … Yes, I do. I just … I didn’t think you’d be ready to think about that. I thought you’d be thinking about … like … taking your shirt off or something.” Esteban said and Logan looked down “I’m sorry for assuming that, Cherie.”
“No, don’t be. Taking off my shirt is not a problem … I just don’t know … it seems a little … weird … if we would lay down here, watching tv and I’d just take my shirt off?”
“Well, it would be kind of a sign that you are not really interested in the movie … and that you have something else in mind … or want to do something else … not necessarily having sex, but definitely not just laying around watching tv.”
“So … if I’d take off my shirt … it would be a sign for you to … that it would be okay for you to touch everywhere … where the shirt was before?” Logan asked.
“Kind of. Also, just in case, if one of us takes their shirt off, it doesn’t mean that the other one has to as well.” Esteban said with a smile. “I’ll look some video’s up for you, but I want to remind you that there are many many steps before doing … everything.”
“Yeah” Logan said, drawing something on Esteban’s chest, looking at it, gnawing on his lower lip. He then lifted himself up and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. Esteban stared at Logan’s muscled chest. His chest trained much more than his own, shoulders wide and strong, a six-pack showing under the skin. Logan started wiggling around, nervous because Esteban didn’t say anything. Esteban lifted himself up as well, pulling his own shirt over his head. His chest hairier than Logans, his upper body longer, his stomach less defined, the shoulders more muscled, as well as the upper arms. Esteban leaned forwards, his hand stroking Logan’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss. He slowly sank backwards, pulling Logan on top of him. He slid his other hand from Logans shoulder, slowly down his chest and over his sixpack before moving onto his back, sliding back up. Logan held himself up on one arm, sliding his other hand over Estebans chest and stomach, discovering his body.
The race the next day had some really good overtakes and a yellow flag after Magnussen tried to keep Pierre from overtaking him, but went into the gravel and subsequently into the barrier himself. Pierre had a little giggling fit on the radio after that, but the main entertainment was Fernando making noises like neeeyong, pheeee and vroom, ending up in 12th.
Shortly after the race, Alpine announced that they decided to part ways with Otmar Szafnauer and that Bruno Famin would take the position as team principal.
It was Monday morning in Monaco, Alex sat on the little bench in the backyard, drinking some tea. Chloe and Julia had said goodbye to him a couple minutes earlier. He was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Nicole sat down next to him, refilling his tea with a carafe while drinking from her own cup. They sat in silence for a while before Nicole started speaking.
“Oscar was lanky, all bones and limbs when he was born, but no real meat on his bones. Wasn’t underweight, though. He gained weight the second he was born, eating like nothing else. We wanted a second pup about … two years later. I got pregnant during my next heat … and twelve weeks later I wasn’t. It just happens sometimes, it’s nobody’s fault. That’s what the doctors told me. It wasn’t enough of an answer for me. I needed a guilty one, but there wasn’t. So, I turned on myself, blaming myself. Trying to keep my husband away from me desperately, thinking I would just mess it up again. My husband was very … traditional alpha, he never said it was my fault, though. He gave me the space I needed, but I think … the only thing that really brought me back, was Julia and then we even got Chloe. The worse the relationship to my husband went, the better the relationship with myself got. Please don’t be like me, don’t turn into yourself, push away your friends. Maybe it’ll help you to talk to someone, or talk to yourself, only you will find out. But you know that all of your friends are there for you, as am I. Even though we aren’t really friends.”
“You are about to be a wag, you are one of us.” Alex said with a little smile. “And I’d be happy to be your friend.”
“What is a wag?”
“Oh, it’s something the fans made up, wives and girlfriends, wags of F1 drivers.”
“Your fans are crazy.”
George and Daniel arrived at Nicole’s house the same evening. George helped Alex into the taxi and Daniel brought his bags over before going back into the house. Julia and Chloe were already in bed.
“Well, thank you very much for taking care of Alex.” Daniel said, standing a little awkwardly in the entrance hall.
“Of course, he is friends with you, Oscar and Lando.” Nicole said, stepping closer. “Congrats on your first podium of the season, by the way.” She smiled, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you. It felt really good. I also thought that your pick me up call helped with that.” Daniel said.
“He doesn’t blame you or Carlos either, you know.”
“Yes, he told me.” Daniel mumbled into her hair. They pulled back a minute later, Nicole looking at him, stroking his cheek, before leaning back in, kissing Daniel deeply. “We really need to tell Oscar.”
“I need to tell Oscar.” Nicole corrected him. “I’ll find a moment soon, I promise.”
“It’s okay, don’t rush yourself, wait for the right time.” Daniel said. “The girls all good?”
“Yes, they are fine. Chloe really starts to like him, I think.”
“Oh, so she likes Alex more than me. Are you alright, too?”
“Yes, I am. And Chloe will like you as well, you’re just very different characters.” Nicole said, kissing him again. “Any more questions, Mr. Ricciardo?”
“What’s under those clothes, Nicky Piastri?” Daniel asked and let Nicole laugh.
“81?” Lando asked “Why 81?”
“Well, it will be written out, half of it, anyway. Eighty1. I thought about what to name the brand and couldn’t think about anything, so Rodney asked what my driver’s number would be. That made me think about you and that’s how I got to Eighty1, as I did on the track at MTC.”
“But what do I have to do with Eighty1?” Lando asked confused.
“It was 81 days between me getting signed up with the matching service and meeting you.” Oscar said, kissing Lando and smiling.
“Really? And you’re sure you don’t want to name it Oscar’s or something?”
“It’s not a diner, Lan! I want to name it Eighty1 and I will … actually I already did and it doesn’t matter to me what you think about it now, I like the name.” Oscar said, crossing his arms. “Why are you smiling now?”
“Because I love you and I love how passionate you are about your brand. Your second love. I’m still your first, right?”
“Yes, you are.” Oscar giggled, kissing Lando again. “And congrats on another win, baby.”
“I have more meetings the next days.” Oscar said.
“I know, I’ll be at the factory and we have photoshoots as well, I’ll be busy, don’t worry.”
“At least we are good in our schedule, production runs smoothly, so the snacks will hit the stores at the beginning of summer break, 1st of August. It’s going to be great. Advertisements will be up next week, tv spots will start early July, on the 1st there will be a launch party we have to go to and then we can relax, okay, most of the busy work is done by then.” Oscar ran down happily.
“Wait … what did you mean getting signed up?” Lando asked.
“Well, my father signed me up and after 81 days, I arrived in Monaco.” Oscar shrugged.
“So, … you did not actually want to get matched?” Lando asked and Oscar was silent for a moment.
“I … I had thought I had some more time before I would get mated, but … I know this was the better thing to happen. Especially after meeting you.” Oscar smiled.
“The better thing?”
“Well, a couple of weeks before he signed me up … I was introduced or better presented to one of my father’s friends. In the end my father pulled out because … his friend wanted to big of a dowry.”
“A dowry?!”
“Yes, he argued that my mother ‘only’ had three children, none of them seemed like an alpha and two of them were girls. That apparently would … lower my own worth and needs some other compensation.”
“That sounds disgusting.” Lando said.
“It was. He was so … sleezy and just ugh. The first time he met me I was not allowed to sit down in his presence and he … stepped up to me, sniffing me to find out if I know how to clean myself.” Oscar recalled and crunched up his face.
“Eww” Lando just said “Thank God you are here now.” Lando stroked Oscar cheek softly “I am really happy you are here. I can not imagine life without you anymore.”
“Me neither.” Oscar smiled and kissed him.