The perfect match

This race was fluent again. Two yellow flags, one for debris after Daniel touched the wall and lost his front wing, the other for Liam losing grip and rolling into the gravel, spreading it all over the track when getting back on it.
They ended with Lando having his first home race win, followed by Logan, Max, George, Yuki, Ollie, Lewis, Esteban, Fernando and Zhou. Pierre finished 11th, Daniel ended up in 14th.

Sebastian and Fernando were on their way through the empty paddock. Media was over, almost everyone else was gone. They made their way through the car park, seeing Lance standing next to his car. He had his eyes closed and seemed to breathe deeply.
“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked from three cars away. Lance ripped his eyes open and needed a moment to concentrate and focus on Sebastian.
“Yeah, hi, I’m good … just messing up the keys again.” He said, his voice a little shaky. He dropped the keys and bent down, bumping his head against the car. He heard steps coming closer on the gravel in the parking lot. He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and got back up. Sebastian now stood next to him. “I’m just really clumsy sometimes.” He said with a nervous chuckle and unlocked the car, opening the driver’s door.
“Stop” Sebastian said and Lance turned towards him. Sebastian mustered his face, then slowly put a hand to his neck, pulling down the fireproof a little. A scent blocker. “Nando, I’m going to drive Lance, you need to follow us.” He yelled over to Fernando, who learned quite a while ago that it’s no use to try and fight with the beta. “Come on” Sebastian said to Lance, guiding him around the car and into the passenger seat.
“I don’t need help, I’m fine.”
“You’re starting your heat, you are not fine and absolutely not able to drive.” Sebastian said, strapping him in.
“The address in the system?” Seb asked, turning on the navigation.
“It’s called home.” Lance mumbled, more sweat running down his face. Seb chose the destination and sank back Lance’s seat a little bit. They needed less than 20 minutes to get to the mansion Lawrence Stroll had built for them after purchasing Aston Martin.
“Jesus Christ.” Sebastian exclaimed when he opened the gate with the little clicker attached to the back mirror. Fernando drove their car up the driveway behind him. The garage door opened, Lawrence standing in the back, looking suspiciously at the cars approaching. Sebastian drove Lance’s car inside, Fernando kept theirs on the driveway. “Hey” Seb said, getting out of the car “Lance went into heat early, I think.” He tried to explain and Lawrence hurried to the car.
“Is he home?” Lance whimpered at his father.
“Not yet, I’ll call him as soon as we got you inside, okay?” Lawrence said, worry in his voice.
He got Lance into his room on the upper floor together with Seb, Fernando keeping a little distance. Lance’s heat didn’t seem to influence his own alpha needs, but fathers of omegas can also get really protective if their children are in heat. That’s how he ended up standing around in the foyer, looking around a little lost, not really sure what he should do with himself. Lawrence came hustling down the stairs a couple minutes later, seeing Fernando standing there. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t really think about you. Kitchen is to the left, living room to the right, make yourself comfortable. Where is my phone?” he said, rummaging over a table next to the entrance.
“It’s on the left. Does he have water upstairs?” Fernando asked.
“Yes, he does, thank you.” Lawrence said, starting a call and hurrying back upstairs. Fernando shrugged his shoulders, went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water from the fridge before going to the living room. The view was incredible. The room span the complete width of the mansion, a glass wall giving a view over the park like backyard, a golf range being seen somewhere in the distance. He heard the front door open and then someone running upstairs. Others came down shortly after, went to the kitchen and then met him in the living room. “There you are. I want to thank you as well for bringing Lance home. His heat came a couple days early, the stress of the triple header probably moved it up. His boyfriend is here now, he should be okay.”
“So, he’s an omega.” Fernando said.
"Yes, he is.” Lawrence said, sitting down on one of the couches “He … He thinks the others just tolerate him because I own the team and that’s true for at least some of them. He thinks if someone finds out that he’s an omega … everyone would think that would be the only way for an omega to get into Formula 1 … if your father buys a team.”
“That’s … actually quite thoughtful.” Fernando said.
“He’s sacrificing a lot and nobody even knows.” Sebastian added.
“I told him it’s stupid, that he can just drop the act, now that everyone saw that Charles made it as an omega, without buying a team or something like that, but he thinks it’s not the right time.”
“That’s why he stays away from so many … he thinks they’ll notice.” Fernando thought loudly.
“Which let’s the others think he’s a snob.” Sebastian added.
“Yeah, but he insists on it.” Lawrence said.

Oscar and Lando drove back to London the day after the race, Oscar having to visit the office and factory, where the production of his snacks was already running on high speed the past couple of weeks.
They decided to sell them as a little “test bundle”, as well as separately. The test bundle held 30g bags of the lentil crackers and chickpeas, as well as four energy balls in two sorts. The crackers came with different spices. Salt & Pepper, Italian Spice and French delicate. The chickpeas were sold as paprika, rosemary & thyme and chili. To keep them from sticking together, they rolled one of the energy protein balls in sesame seeds, the other in crushed almond. Everything was stored and sold in recycled bags, the bigger ones resealable. The posters had already been up for a couple of weeks, the tv and radio spots started last week. Oscar decided against appearing in the spots himself, letting some models take over that part, himself just being displayed shortly with the logo. While Oscar spent his day working, Lando did some shopping, seeing a bus with a huge advertisement for Oscar’s snacks stop next to him. He took a selfie with it and posted it on social media.
Oscar came home that night, bringing home Chinese take-away, as they planned. They sat on the couch and ate it out of the paper boxes, absolutely unceremoniously.
“I love what I’m doing, but I’m also so happy when we’re on break. I just want to lay around in summer break. Maybe cycle a little when you are running.” Oscar said when they laid in their nest later.
“That is what you’re thinking about during foreplay?” Lando asked, lifting his lips from Oscar’s hip.
“No, it just came out. I didn’t really think about it. During sex I’m thinking about nothing.” He said and Lando looked at him “That’s not how I meant it and you know that.” Oscar said to him and Lando just shook his head before keeping kissing Oscar’s hip, pulling his underwear down. Oscar pulled him up a couple minutes later, kissing his mouth before turning them around, Lando now laying on the mattress. Oscar let his lips wander down and then took Lando’s dick in his mouth, sucking hardly, letting his husband groan. He continued for a while before pulling back, settling himself on top of Lando, who placed his hands on Oscar’s hips. Oscar lined them up and then slid down slowly, letting Lando’s length slide inside him, filling him slowly. Oscar settled for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Lando inside him before starting to move. He started riding slowly before picking up the pace, letting them both moan loudly. Lando’s hands went to his butt, squeezing tightly. He loved seeing Oscar enjoy himself. Letting Oscar take the lead was a totally different kind of lovemaking. There were hip turns and tilts, changing the rhythm and intensity at any time. He felt his own orgasm rising, but held it back to wait for Oscar. Oscar’s hips started trembling a minute later, indicating his orgasm was about to roll over him. Lando lifted his upper body up, loosely wrapping his arms around Oscar. Oscar came shortly after, spilling all over their stomachs while Lando let himself go as well, filling him up with his cum. They sat in silence for a bit, catching their breath before Lando slowly lifted Oscar off, laying them both down, pulling a blanket over them.

Pierre and Kika laid on the sunlounge on their balcony, Pierre talking to her stomach in a baby-ish voice, annoying her a little bit. She just tried to concentrate on her book while eating her snacks.
“And I’m just going to love you as much as mummy does and I hope you pick a non-race weekend to make an appearance, you-“
“Just stop for a bit, please!” Kika asked, annoyed as hell, making Pierre look at her “I know that you’re happy about this and I am, too, but please!”
“I’m sorry. You and the baby just seem to be the only joy this year.” Pierre said, kissing her belly and then getting back on his sun chair.
“It’s okay, but it’s really annoying after a while. I love you baby.” She said, kissing him.
“By the way, your mum proposed Jacques, I said no.”
“What? Why?” Pierre asked.
“Jacques Gasly? Logan and Lando are going to turn him into Jackass-Lee in no time!” Kika said and Pierre laughed.
“No, they won’t.” Pierre said.
“Yes, they will. Just let them say it the next time you see them. Twenty bucks.” Kika said, holding out her hand.
“Deal” Pierre said and shook her hand.

“What are you doing?” Esteban asked, seeing Logan lay on the couch in his Zurich appartement.
“Well, with you and also everyone else investing in all kinds of things and multiplying your wealth, I thought I could take a look into that as well.”
“Look into what? The housing market? Stock? Fashion? Sports teams? Renewable energy? Design something else?” Esteban asked and Logan laughed.
“Right now, I’m informing myself about the stock market and online trading. It’s crazy. Most pages are saying stuff like, it’s easy to start, 20 bucks, sign up in three steps, they warn in very little writing about the possible losses, but they don’t give in depth information on how to read the market a little, you know. So, I’m currently watching YouTube videos and info pages about that.”
“Yeah, sounds like a good thing. Set yourself a limit and try it out when you’re ready and know enough, Cherie.” Esteban said, sitting down next to him with his computer.
“And what are you busying yourself with?” Logan asked.
“I maybe have an option to buy another building.” Esteban said, turning his laptop and showing Logan a picture.
“That’s … not what it really looks like, right?” Logan asked.
“No, that was the prediction. It’s pretty much the same story like with this building. They didn’t go bankrupt, but they want to concentrate on bigger projects and apparently the buyer lost interest, they are a little desperate to get it sold, which makes it cheaper.”
“Where is it?” Logan asked.
“Down the street, it’s a little bigger than this one. It was first planned as a little hotel, then an appartement building, now they just want to sell it.”
“Do you want to make it a hotel?”
“I don’t think so, no, I don’t know anything about the hotel business except that a lot of guests can be Karens.” Esteban said and Logan chuckled.
“You got it as an expose? How much is it?” Logan asked, sitting up a little straighter.
“They don’t write the price in there. I’m doing the building through a business, my business, and we get sent proposals of all kinds. I have one employee, currently, she coordinates the facility management company and all the paper stuff for this building. She knows what kind of investment would interest me and those she sends to me. By buying half-finished buildings you can save a lot of money, I mean, I bought and finished this one, we are going to break even after 3 years of the start of the first lease.”
“How about serviced appartements?” Logan asked “I mean, there are a lot of people coming here for business, conventions and all of that. This area is amazing, I’m sure a couple of CEOs would prefer a one bedroom or studio with a kitchenette. If it doesn’t work after all, it’s also way easier to turn into appartements, it’s not like you’d make it a real hotel.”
“Good idea, actually. I’ll have a look at the data and look at it first, though. You can come with me if you want to.”
“Maybe, you know way more about that than me, anyway.” Logan said, putting his earpiece back in and re-starting the video.

Result and total championship points after race 12, Silverstone:

NOR192
SAR119
VER232
RUS55
TSU48
BEA24
HAM21
OCO19
ALO12
ZHO2
GAS0
LEC116
LAW4
RIC82
SAI59
STR14
MAG6
HUL5
BOT12
LAT0