The perfect match

“Oh my God, I’m so nervous.” Oscar said, fiddling with his fly on the way to the launch party of Eighty1. The online launch on Monday had been amazing, exceeding their expectations.
“Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.” Lando said, softly pulling his hands off his fly “We’ll go there, you’ll do some press, have a nice drink, do whatever and then go home. It will be over in a flash, anyway.” Lando said and he was right. He stood on the black and green carpet with the Monster logo, in front of the big banners with Eighty1, answering some questions, Lando watching him from a window, smiling proudly. They had some drinks, celebrated with people, there was a flying buffet and they had a lot of fun before going back home.
Lando turned on the tv the next morning, the news reporting about Eighty1, showing social media videos and pictures of crazy numbers of people on the run for the snacks, even taking them out of other people’s shopping carts and a couple of teenagers in Spain rolling on the floor fighting for the bags.
“Oops.” Oscar let out and Lando laughed. Oscar started his heat the next day, due to the stress most likely a little early.
“Oh great, you’re clear.” Lando said four days later, seeing Oscar scrolling on his phone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means your heat is over, my dick was about to look like a toothpick.” Lando said.
“You’re using extremely big toothpicks.” Oscar smirked.

Pascal was preparing dinner, Charles helping her.
“What is this going to be?” Charles asked, cutting some cucumber “Arti is in bed anyway.”
“Yes, that is on purpose, darling. I invited someone over.”
“Why? It’s not Claude, is it? I’m on summer break, I’m in no mood for management talk.”
“It is not Claude. It is a man, who … would like to talk to you.” Pascale said, checking the lasagna.
“I already signed an extension.”
“CHARLES! It’s not about work … he is here to … I met him a bit ago and we were texting and calling, but … he just wants to talk to you before we meet … more.” Pascale said, fiddling with a spoon.
“Oh God! Am I the one who has to decide about some courting stuff because we don’t have an alpha?”
“You don’t really decide, but he would … prefer for you to … at least respect our decision to see if there might be more than just … phone calls.” Pascale said while Charles carried the cucumber tomato salad to the dining room table.
“Why though? He in racing or something?” Charles asked and Pascale concentrated on hanging the towel straight way too much. The doorbell rang.
“Charlie?” Pascale stopped him “Just … be open to it, please?” Charles looked at her confused and opened the door.
“Good evening.” Lawrence Stroll said a little stiffly “I brought cake.” He then said when Charles didn’t say anything back.
“Did you make it?” Charles asked, also a little stiff and looked at the raspberry cheesecake.
“No, I never made a cake. I whipped the cream, though.” He said, holding up a covered bowl in his other hand. Charles looked at him for a bit, then at Pascal in the house who wrung her hands nervously and then stepped aside, letting Lawrence in. They sat down at the dining table not long after, eating in silence.
“Can we please loosen this up?” Pascal asked half-way through.
“I’m not the one who came here wanting to talk.” Charles said.
“And I didn’t go out and asked for a courtship in more than 35 years.” Lawrence said.
“Then what were all those young women you were seen with the last years?” Charles asked drily.
“Young women who wanted to spend time with me and who I thought I wanted to spend time with. It took may way too long to realize I just tried to distract myself from losing my wife. I have been working on that in a healthier way this past year. I visited a therapist and he was able to show me how destructive I was to myself. I know I disappointed a lot of people with my … dating habits these past years. I can’t turn back time and make better choices, but I can work on myself and the future.”
“As you are telling the truth, I’m going to as well. I don’t know what to think about this.” Charles said, pointing at them with his knife “But I also don’t really know you. I also don’t think that I’m the one to make the decision if you can date my mum or not. I’m just saying one thing, you might be an alpha and I’m an omega, but I know a lot of people who will really, really hurt you if you hurt her.” Charles ended and kept eating.
“That is fair, although I have no intent to ever hurt your mother.” Lawrence said and Charles was able to see the honesty in his eyes. Charles just nodded and kept eating.
Lawrence went to use the bathroom before the cake, meeting Arti on his way back, standing at the bottom of the stairs in his Spiderman jammies, a stuffed Lightning McQueen in his arms.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Uuhm, I’m Lawrence.”
“Why are you here?” he then asked.
“Your mother invited me.” He said, a little nervous.
“Where is she?”
“In the dining room.” Lawrence said and Arti went to the dining room, seeing Pascale and Charles pile together the plates.
“Why is Wawrench here?” Arti demanded to know when he walked in.
“Lawrence is here because I invited him, sweety.” Pascale said after a moment of silence. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
“I was thirsty.” Arti said.
“Alright, let’s get you something to drink.” Pascale said, going to the kitchen with him.

In the middle of summer break, Williams made the announcement that their open seat will go to Liam Lawson. A couple days later Aston Martin confirmed that their second seat will be filled by Fernando Alonso.
The biggest shock came from Haas though. They at first confirmed that both Nico and Kevin would stay in the team, followed by the announcement that Gene Haas decided to sell the F1 team to non-other than the Andretti family.

Esteban and Logan laid in the bed in Esteban’s Zurich appartement. They were kissing heavily. Esteban kissed over Logan’s neck before pulling slightly back, wandering back over Logan’s face, pulling him close into his arms, one hand around his hips while the other was around his shoulders. He calmed down his movements.
“Don’t stop.” Logan mumbled.
“What?”
“I want to try something new.” Logan said, pulling his pants down. Logan looked at Esteban with a smile before pulling down his boxers, giving him a look at Esteban. He stared at Esteban for a moment before touching him, letting his hand glide down the shaft and to the tip slowly, moving his thumb over the tip, letting Esteban groan. He moved his hands slowly up and down the shaft, tightening his grip. Esteban leaned his head back, letting out another groan, closing his eyes, enjoying Logan’s actions. He threw his head back forwards, looking down the moment he felt Logan’s lips on his body, kissing directly next to the base of his shaft. He stroked his hand through Logan’s hair, not forcing him to move anywhere. Logan kissed the side of Esteban’s shaft, slowly making his way to the tip before kissing down the other side of his shaft. Logan pulled his head back when he reached the base again, taking Esteban’s shaft into his hands, feeling the pulsing veins under his fingers, the cock twitching in his grip. He gnawed his lip again for a moment, then kissed the tip of Esteban’s cock before closing his lips around his tip. The feeling ignited something in Logan. He moved his tongue around the tip in his mouth, letting Esteban hiss and tighten his grip in Logan’s hair. Logan took a little more into his mouth, sucking a little. The groan Esteban let out went right down Logan’s body, letting him grow hard himself and suck harder. He moved his head back and forth a bit, moving his hand with his mouth down the shaft. He was able to take in about half of Esteban, not really daring to push him down his throat, working the rest with his hand.
“Logie, Logan, I’m going … I will” Esteban started and Logan hummed. Just a couple seconds later, Esteban came in Logan’s mouth, Logan feeling the seed hit and cover his tongue, filling his mouth. He hadn’t thought what he would do at this point, but swallowing seemed like the only logical thing, so he just did. “Did – did – did you just swallow?” Esteban asked out of breath.
“Well … yeah.” Logan said, getting back up. “Did you like it?”
“Did I like it, oh my god.” Esteban said, kissing Logan. “I just came, Cherie, yes I liked it.” He kissed him again, hugging him tightly. “Can I … can I do that to you, too? Would you let me do that? Would you like that?” Esteban asked.
“Yes”
“Okay, tell me if you don’t like something.” Esteban smiled at him and got down himself, opening Logan’s pants and starting to pump him. Logan let out a shuddered breath, watching him taking his length into his mouth, moving him in and out of his mouth. Logan never thought it would feel like this. It was the best feeling in the world to have Esteban this close to him, loving him like this. It didn’t take him long until he came. Esteban pulled the pants off Logan’s ankles before covering him under the blankets. He undressed himself before laying down as well. Logan hugged Esteban as soon as he laid down, pressing against his chest.
“How did you like that?” Esteban asked after Logan calmed down a little.
“It was … so much more than I thought it would be. I also didn’t think I would enjoy pleasuring you as much as I did.” Logan said with a giggle and they kissed some more.

“Lawrence and Pascale?” Max asked in disbelief, switching his eyes between the street and Charles in the passenger seat.
“Yep, apparently.” Charles said.
“Huh, I didn’t see that coming.”
“Nobody saw that one coming.” Charles answered, giving a thrown forwards stuffed toy back to P in the back.
“What does Arti think?”
“I don’t know. I think they didn’t really meet yet. He woke up and met him shortly during the dinner, but other than that, I don’t think they met.”
“But he will be at the race today?”
“Apparently, he would be there, anyway.” Charles said, mocking Lawrence’s voice and making Max smile. They arrived at the Toulon karting circuit an hour later, seeing Pascal’s car already parked. Max maneuvered around the pick-up, bringing the attached trailer in a good position, before parking the pick-up itself. They just got out of the car when Pascale and Arthur came back from the little office building, sign-up papers in hand.
“Charlie!” Arthur yelled, running towards them and jumping up his brother’s legs.
“Be careful, Arti!” Charles said, picking up his brother “There are a lot of cars here, this is way bigger than your last race.”
“YES! They say there will be separate races before only the best twenty drivers can get into the real one!” Arti said, smiling widely.
“Wow! That sounds amazing!” Charles agreed “We can’t wait to see you race, Arti!” Charles said, looking at Max who had just finished securing the trailer in place.
“Of course! We just drove almost three hours for you and by that chance, brought you your kart as well.” Max said with a smile, ruffling Arti’s hair.
“Does it have the new stickers?” Arti asked, kicking his legs in excitement.
“All of your sponsors are on there and we’ve got the suit as well, Arti!” Max agreed “You want to see the kart?”
“YES!” Arti yelled and Charlie let him down, Max opening the back door of the trailer, letting Arti go first, lifting the cover of the kart a little, letting him see the sponsor’s logos on his kart. “It’s so pretty!” Arti said excited, jumping up and down.
“It’s not even fully assembled, yet.” Max said, setting P on the floor.
“It’s already soooo pretty!” Arti kept jumping.
“Okay, calm down, bouncy.” Max laughed “You’re ready to help put it together?”
“Yes!” Arti nodded eagerly.
“Alright then, let me just open some latches, we need some air in here.” Max said, stretching up to open a latch in the middle of the roof, lifting it up to let the hot air out. There were also two little windows at the front of the trailer, above the compartments installed to hold all their things for the kart. There were more compartments on one side of the trailer, as well as car parts secured to the trailer’s opposite side wall. Now there was a little airflow in the trailer, perfect to get a little relief in this summer heat. Max lifted up the kart and showed Arti which tools they would need.

“Wow! Well, this looks much better than what I had in my first season!” a voice exclaimed from the back of the trailer.
“BOAH!” Arti exclaimed and dropped some tools. “I need a signature!” he said, opening a drawer and ruffling through all kinds of things, throwing some toy cars and a McLaren cap on the floor recklessly.
“Hi Lewis!” Max said laughing “What are you doing here?”
“Einhell is a big sponsor of this event and of our team, so I’m here and when I saw a Leclerc on the driver’s list I just had to come over.” Lewis said, getting in the trailer while Arthur squeezed himself past Max and held a Mercedes and a Ferrari cap to Lewis. “I’m not with Ferrari, yet.” He said while signing the Mercedes cap.
“I know! I’ll be the first one to get a Ferrari Hamilton signature!” Arthur said.
“Okay, then.” Lewis said, signing the Ferrari cap “But you have to keep it in that drawer until the end of the season, if Toto finds out I did this, he will be very mad at me.”
“Okay” Arthur said, taking the cap and putting it back in the drawer, putting everything else he had thrown out on top of it. They finished assembling the car and talking to some people before the four of them got into Pascale’s car, driving to the little hotel they booked two rooms in. Max went out shortly, getting them some food from a Chinese take-away not far from the hotel.

The next day started with Arthur putting on his racing suit, now adorned with the sponsor’s logos.
They got back to the track, Max, Charles and Pascal wearing dark blue shirts, as they agreed. Arthur was set to start in the second pre-race. They waited patiently with the others for their start. Max had the kart on the push table, while Arthur had chosen Charles to be the one helping him during the start. Then it was their turn. The starting grid during the pre-races was pulled, no regards to previous results or races. Arthur would start 12th of 20. Max got the kart in place and hurried away with the table, as well as Arthur’s cap while Charles made sure the helmet sat right on Arti’s head before giving him a fist bump and Arthur got into the kart. On signal, Charles started the engine and made his way off the track with the others. He stood next to Max on a little hill, seeing his mum a little further down, P on her arm, Lawrence next to her, also wearing a dark blue t-shirt and holding a camera, filming the event. He had never seen Lawrence in a t-shirt before. A loud beep sounded and the karts sped away, two being stranded and getting wheeled away quickly. The first 5 of each of the first round of pre-races got further in the competition. The pre-race was 12 laps. Arthur finished in 4th in this round. The next round would start two hours later. They sat down in the shadow, chatted a bit and ate something, as well as talking about the race before starting the second round. 20 racers again, starting grid by fastest lap from the first pre-race. Arthur started 7th and finished 4th again, getting into the third and last round of pre-races, where he started 5th and finished in 3rd. That was the end of their Saturday. Sunday would have the qualifying and final race. That day they also found out that there were more than three hundred kids competing that weekend. Summer break races really were something else, people travelling way further for a race, making it a part of their vacation. They did that too, after all, this was their first stop, they had another race near Marseille the next weekend followed by one in Montpellier. Then Charles and Max’s summer break was over and the racing marathon for Arthur was as well, starting school at the end of August.
They had dinner in a little restaurant, Lawrence accompanying them as well. Arthur didn’t really understand why he was there, but he was happy that he wanted to watch his racing.
The race on Sunday went well, Arthur had qualified in 3rd and finished there as well, proudly standing on the podium and struggling to hold the trophy.

They made a little beach break for two days before continuing to Marseille, the race being held a little outside of the city. It wasn’t as big as the one in Toulon, thankfully. It still had a pre-race, getting the drivers from 84 to 20 on Saturday. Sunday qualifying didn’t go that well for Arthur, getting 11th. He finished the race in 6th. He was really disappointed afterwards, but Charles and Max talking to him really helped. Lawrence parted ways with them after that weekend, having to go to some business meetings.

The race near Montpellier was overwhelming. The organizers had sent out a warning before, that the numbers of competitors were much higher than expected. It was intended as a four-day competition anyway, starting on Thursday, but when they got their plan at the office on Wednesday, they were shocked. Normally these pre-races started around ten or later. Arthur was in group 1, starting at 8am. The first 5 would keep competing. If he qualifies, there will be two more pre-races on Thursday, two on Friday and Saturday, followed by the final qualifying and race on Sunday. There were more than a thousand kids competing. Charles and Max had a late evening, getting the car fully ready. Arthur made his way through the pre-races on Thursday and Friday easily, finishing first in each, but Charles and Max warned him to not get too confident. Arthur also started making friends with a boy from Toulouse, Louis, whose parents had their trailer next to theirs. Pascal also talked a lot to the mother, finding out more about their organisation of their travels.

Saturday turned out a little harder for Arthur, finishing 4th and then 5th in the last pre-races, but still making it to the final. You could see the tiredness in a lot of the kid’s eyes.
“I’m so tired.” Arthur said after the last race on Saturday.
“I know, you can sleep in a minute, then we’re in the car.” Pascal assured him. She talked to Max and Charles, who agreed to pack up while Pascal already went back to the hotel with Arthur and Penelope, getting the two tired kids to bed. Arthur felt way better the next morning, having a long night of sleep and a good breakfast. He even was happy and excited to meet Louis again, who also got into the final. After an eventful qualifying with three cars not being able to start because of a crash and another two being disqualified between qualifying and the race for manipulating their cars, only fifteen racers would start the final.
“I didn’t even know manipulation was such a big thing already in kid’s karting. I thought the one car at the first race was like an exception or something.” Pascal said.
“No, it’s pretty bad. But that’s how you find out which parents just want it too much, if you know what I mean.” Max said, holding Penelope on his arm.
“Yeah. Were you ever disqualified?”
“Not for manipulating something. I was too light once and another time because I was stupid and forgot to put on my balaclava.” Max explained and Pascal laughed, turning on the camera. Charles was down on the grid, helping Arthur with the start again. The start came sooner than expected and Arthur had a little slow start, falling a couple places back from his starting position of 5th. He didn’t give up, though, fighting his way back up to 2nd, finishing right behind Louis. The boys played a little football while Louis’ parents and Max, Charles and Pascal packed everything up, securing the kart for the long drive home. Pascal talked to Louis mum some more, exchanging phone numbers.

Max was strapping in Penelope, Charles and Arthur were on a last toilet break, when Pascal asked Max.
“Do you know someone with a caravan?”
“Huh? Uhm, I don’t think so, no. Why?” Max asked.
“Well, Louis’ parents told me about it. They are always using one for their travels to races. You don’t have to pack and unpack everything like in a hotel, you have a fridge and a stove and apparently there are a lot of camping spots around circuits.”
“Actually, I never really paid attention to that. I know there are special parking lots at races and stuff, but … yeah. So you think he will stick to it?”
“You don’t? Did you see him these last weeks? Yes, he was tired this weekend, but who wouldn’t be?” Pascale asked.
“Maybe give it some thought first. Research if there are really that many camping grounds around circuits you would go to, think if you really want a caravan before thinking about getting one. These things aren’t exactly cheap.” Max said.
“Where did you find this trailer, by the way?” Pascale asked.
“Oh, we asked around a little and then Lando came by it on accident. The Moto GP had some kind of sale, as most of the teams are getting new equipment around this time. He saw the trailer, it’s already from last year, they didn’t manage to sell it then, and facetimed Charlie. They decided to buy it, we changed some things so we can put the kart in the middle instead of a bike, got some paint and here we are. I already saw myself trying to strap the kart on the pick-up bed and stuff your car full with tools and everything else. These customized things are really pricey and a customized trailer would have needed months to get manufactured.”
Charles and Arthur came back shortly after and they got back on the road, Pascal with Arthur going first, being faster anyway. Charles and Max dropped off the trailer at the karting club before driving home, Charles sending his mum a quick message.
Pascal also intended to facetime with Lawrence when she was back home, but as soon as Arthur saw his newfound friend, he had to tell him everything in the smallest detail and show him the new trophy as well, so Pascal told Arthur to bring the phone to her when he was done and went to cook dinner. Arthur then exchanged the phone for his dinner, giving Pascal the chance to talk to Lawrence as well.

“You with a tool in your hand is the hottest thing in the world.” Charles said after Max brought P to bed, and flung his arms around Max’s neck.
“Really? Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Max asked, kissing him.
“Because one, the hotels we stayed at had really thin walls and two, we didn’t bring any accessoires.”
“Accessoires? I always have a belt, baby.” Max said with a smirk.
“I know, but my mum doesn’t need to know everything and I really like those red satin scarves.” Charles said, pulling the scarves from behind his back.
“Well then, undress, dirty boy.” Max said, taking off his own clothes. “Behind or in front?”
“What?”
“Your hands. Do you want them behind your back or in front?”
“What position are we going to be in?” Charles asked.
“That is for me to know and for you to find out when it happens.” Max said teasingly and Charles bit his lip.
“Behind” Charles said and was immediately pushed on the bed and turned on his stomach, Max sitting down on his thighs. He bent his arms behind his back, bent at the elbow and getting his lower arms bound together, hands touching elbows. Max saw the slick on Charles, while the sweet strawberry scent started to fill the room.
“You’re getting aroused by this so quickly, baby.” Max said with a smirk.
“Well, somebody gave me a taste, and now I seem to get hungry for it.” Charles said.
“Hungry for it, huh? Well then, I’ll make sure your hunger will be stilled.” Max groaned into his ear while pushing his thighs apart, laying down in between and lining himself up with Charles’ hole. Max waited, his tip only slightly touching Charles, not entering him. Charles started to get whiny, but he knew he wasn’t allowed to push back to make Max enter him. Max enjoyed seeing Charles struggle, seeing his thighs flex and his hands grab his elbows. He waited a little longer, then he saw the moment where Charles relaxed himself, the second he was not expecting for Max to enter him. That’s the moment he entered. Pressing in, parting Charles’ walls and making space for himself, squeezing Charles ass while doing so. Charles groaned into the pillow while Max started a fast rhythm, smacking his hips against Charles butt. After a while, Max lent more forwards, his hand next to Charles head, his rhythm not slowing down. Max felt Charles tense up, his orgasm approaching fast. Charles came a couple minutes later, Max following him just a moment later. They laid together for a bit before going to shower, Max taking Charles against the wall. They put on some boxers and a t-shirt, just in case P decided to visit them during the night.
Max woke up sometime during the night, seeing P crawl up under the sheets and onto a sleeping Charles chest. Charles lifted his head to take a look what happened, then just rested a hand on Penelope’s back, falling back asleep seconds later. Max looked at them for a minute before going back to sleep as well.

“You’ll have the office in Britain?” Nico Hülkenberg asked.
“We will have the main part in Britain, yes. Some of the manufacturing will be done in the U.S., though. Business, training, headquarter will be in Britain, we’re taking over all of the facilities from Haas, we are actually already starting to update them and we are extending the offices, as well as the development and aerodynamics team. We don’t have the budget to renew the testing tunnel at the moment, but we will get some updates for that. I don’t want to lie, it will not go from Haas to Redbull in a season, not even three, but we are very confident that we will be competitive next year. Where do you currently live?” Mario Andretti asked.
“I have a house in Germany, Monaco and Mallorca.” Nico said.
“None in the U.S.?”
“I rented there, I don’t know enough about the housing market and my wife isn’t really a fan of the U.S., she’s very cautious with our daughter.”
“Understandable, kids come first. We can organize some living here for the time you’re driving for us.”
“That would be great, I’m not sure about buying something at the moment.”
“That’s totally fine, the market is crazy at the moment.”
“Do you have any estimate for next year, when we will start or stuff like that?”
“We’re planning a couple of days in December, some photo shooting and stuff, marketing, you know. Then we will have a break until at least mid-January.”
“Okay, sounds really good.”
“Thank you very much for being this open, I know there will be a lot of changes.” Mario said, getting up.
“Of course, I’m part of the team.” Nico said, also getting up.
“Now get out, enjoy your break, you deserve it. Spend some time with your girls.” Mario said and Nico left, laughing.
“Mighty Jesus.” Mario let out, sitting back at his desk and looking at the huge pile of papers and documents, as well as his e-mail account showing 127 new e-mails.