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[OSCAR] qatar grand prix 2025 // pre race

as he makes his way to the bedroom , door opening - his brows furrowing in as he gazes at the pile of blankets on his bed , contemplating his words : he knows that riley's upset with him , he knows that he went back on his word , but if riley just heard him out , maybe he wouldn't be so angry . " didn't you hear me ? "

maybe riley should have left. it would've driven his point home further, that was assuming dylan even noticed that he left. and honestly, with the way things had been going that wasn't something he could rely on. and no, he wasn't going to unpack that. instead, he forced himself into a seated position as he stares at dylan. "yeah, i heard you," he responded, eyes narrowed as he opted not to explain why he'd opted to ignore dylan.

dylan's silent - completely silent & it's eerie , it's scary how quiet he is considering that at work , he can be as loud as he wants to be - yet , with the other , he's terrified . not of riley , no . but of the things that riley could do if he didn't bat an eye or say yes to anything the other wanted . he's thinking about their first argument , the one they had before he had gone out with his friends - which , it's not something unusual for him to do , in fact . yes , dylan doesn't want his friends to know about his relationship with the other , but he does feel pigeonholed into doing things that he doesn't want to do because he's worried that if he doesn't , then it's his fault . all he does is shake his head , offering nothing but this blank expression & hand rubbing against his neck - a quiet contemplation as he draws in a breath , his lips agape as he finally says the words that the other wants to hear ( or not ) , however , he's prepared for another argument to rise up . " nothing , don't worry about it , chérie , " completely mumbling the last part : dylan stares off into space , biting at the inside of his cheek .

riley didn't believe dylan, not really, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to push the issue. as selfish as that sounded, he didn't want to upset his boyfriend. not when the events of their last fight still played in his mind every time he closed his eyes. he knew that they'd need to talk about it eventually, but for the time being he was perfectly content with keeping it to himself. "okay," he whispered, gently gnawing on his lip as he leaned his head against dylan's shoulder. "we can talk about it if you want," he eventually whispers after a period of almost unbearable silence, "i just, you don't have to keep everything bottled up. i've been told i'm a good listener."

" doesn't mean that i don't want to spend time with you , i do . but you must understand that what i do isn't as easy as the other people on staff , " he quips with this expression on his face as he's contemplating the very careful words that would eventually leave his lips . " i'm sorry that i keep making up excuses , but my job .. at the moment , is very important to me . "

"you know, the more you say that the less i believe you," riley winced, god that was a lot harder to say than he'd thought. he hadn't, possibly still didn't want to admit it - but saying it out loud made it so much more real. "that's the problem, dylan," he exhaled, "you're making up excuses. you're lying to me," he whispered, "you don't have to lie to me." this time he's sure to make eye contact as he blindly reaches for dylan's hand. "please."

phd in yearning

like white noise , ashton can hear the vague timbre of sammy's race engineer . something about bbal , but it barely registers . he’s dizzy with the younger’s cologne mixed with the sweat of effort . the flop of the hair by his brow is horribly handsome , how it frames his concentrated bliss , a similar yet more revealed view of his focused visage . would not have anticipated his teammate , relatively soft spoken , to be so vocal of his desires as he ruts against ashton like he’s no different than a pillow after a wet dream . “ fuckin' christ ; d'ya hear yourself , mate ? ” the older’s own neediness is thick in his shorts , unrestrained by the loose fabric , the flared tip obscenely outlined trapped underneath sammy’s hips . their carnation petals meet urgently , and one of ashton’s hands crawls up the clothed back of the other , warm digits splaying wide before those tips dig possessively at the silken crop at his nape , encouraging their bodies to be impossibly closer . “ can you wait for me , sammy ? be my good boy and wait to cum ? ”

sweat is thick on his brow , failing to evaporate with the dense evening humidity and in the privacy of their hotel room he begins to cool off disproportionately . now , he begins to fair no better . it started easier than taking a breath ; ashton’s attention on sammy’s on-boards as they reviewed free practice , fingers threaded together with growing familiarity . that touch had spread like vines , climbing up his boyfriend’s sides , mouth pressing kisses to his strong throat while on his laptop sammy short shifts to grip turn five . he is so competent , strong , clever . the pair grew hungry the way they had always begun to : soft mouths parting to press sighs that turned to moans against the other’s lips . only , ashton doesn’t withdraw from him this time . tanned fingers are like claws against sammy's clothed hips , the other's figure thicker than his own dry one and he doesn't speak into existence how his prick twitches against the towhead blond's full bulge at the thought of those marks imprinting a lascivious reveal under papaya orange . and then his boyfriend breathes his name . “ fuckin’ hell , sammy , ” exhales ashton on parted lips of awe , blinking up at the younger through heavy , latte lids . the bump of his angled nose presses into the harsh jut of an alabaster cheekbone . “ don’t hide from me , honey , please , ” as his teeth nip at that supple skin as he breathes a warm grunt against his boyfriend’s jaw . “ fu-uck , d’ya need to cum , sammy ? your dick thick in your trousers darling ? ” his head is fog thick with need . he wants for all with sammy , and nothing is ever enough . his personal addiction and the one who sees through a facade so dutifully cultivated he had entirely forgotten he wore it . “ god , that’s so sexy , ” he exhales the admission onto a low breath as an ultimate one so previously fantastical tumbles from the soft round of his bottom lip : “ you want to cum for me ? ” claws of urgent need scratch at the walls of his stomach and he knows his own joggers bear a telltale darkening stain , and yet it barely articulates the pounding need within .

sure , it was an asshole move of dylan to continue being with his friends , nonetheless , there was some sense of normalcy that came with being around the group - not that he wasn't looking forward to spending time with riley after this , even if he knew that there would be a debate about his promise . few hours later , dylan finally makes it back to his apartment - face reddened from the amounts of alcohol & food in his system , door slamming as he's stepping into the living room area , turning a light on . " honey , i'm home ! " he singsongs , a widened smile forming on features , waiting for riley to leave from the room .

instead riley decides to roll over - tugging a blanket over his shoulders as he continues to wait for dylan. just like he'd been doing all day.

there's a crack of a smile forming along dylan's features , feeling like he's won the entire argument - in his head , he knows he did . of course , he's trying to take care of riley before his friends come over for brunch - noticing the corners of one's lips turned upward into the faintest of grins , a smirk forming on his face as he listens to the other's words . " oh ? " he goes , gazing at the other as he walks into the kitchen , knowing that he's off to grab a snack & filling up his water , his hand pressed along his side - other hand pointing to the nightstand . " make sure you charge it after you're done . "

and yet, despite his earlier threat - riley stayed put, albeit now curled into a ball as he stared aimlessly at the screen. silently telling himself that dylan would be back soon.

it's almost like riley's aiming on riling him up with their eye contact - feeling like hues are burning into his own , intrigued in the other's way of being in control of his own feelings , that's for sure . as long as he means it , then dylan's rather impressed by him , by all of it . nonetheless , whatever they've been through , it doesn't exactly measure up to this little argument they're having , in fact . " it is , " he repeats , nearly feeling something in his stomach . " fine . " as he does , he lets go of the other's wrist , eyes quickly glancing at the crescent shaped marks on skin . " call it a reminder . "

the thought of repeating himself crosses riley's mind but he ultimately opts to remain silent, eyes still locked on dylan's. almost if engaging in a silent power struggle - not that it's crossed his mind. "good," he responds, the corners of his lips turned upward in the faintest of grins. even if the rest of the day doesn't go according to plan, he has accomplished something to be proud of. "i'll get it tattoo'd," he rolled his eyes, before walking past dylan into the kitchen. he doesn't dilly dally, filling his water and grabbing a snack from the pantry before returning to the bedroom. "can i borrow some headphones?"

" you're sure , " he mocks a bit - wanting to get under the other's skin as much as he can , adoring the other for compromising , for once . good to know that he can stand up for himself - interestingly so , in fact . although , he hums : pondering his next choice of words , another chuckle coming out , abrasive . " is that what you think ? " he goes , his grip still tight , this sardonic glint in his eyes , debating on words . " you have legs , you can get it , can't you ? "

"i am," riley responds, careful to maintain eye contact with dylan. it's important that the other knows that he means it. though, if dylan really did decide to push it, he'd find out just how much riley meant it. the brunette just didn't want it to get to that point. not after everything they'd been through. "it is," he responded, "let go of my fucking wrist and i'll get it."

does he really need to say that he promises ? dylan knows that his word is his promise - if riley doesn't like that , the door is right in front of him . yet , dylan doesn't dare to let go of riley's wrist , he's greedy - wanting to know if he'd really say something that would prove he's got a backbone or anything . eyes rolling at the scowl , offering a scoff of his own , humming to himself . " sure you won't , sweetheart . " he murmurs , leaning in close - right near the shell of his ear as he takes another deep breath , listening to the other's counter . " two drawers . " he admits , shaking his head , adding in a bit more pressure to his wrist . " closet space , hm ? you're lucky i like you enough . "

"i'm sure," riley responded, his eyes narrowing as he stared at dylan. he meant it too. he might have been willing to compromise on most of his principles, he wasn't about to spend all day waiting around for someone. he wasn't that pathetic. "i think it's the least you can do," he responded, biting down on his lip as dylan's grip tightened. "and i'm going to need a glass of water if you expect me to sit here."

whatever riley was debating , as if some business deal - it made dylan laugh a little bit , a smile cracking along his features as he's nodding his head , keeping the other's frame closer to his , chest heaving up & down . " of course it is , " he murmurs softly , eyes matching the other's as he contemplates the situation where his friends would want to do more than have brunch , however , he laughs it off , thinking the other is silly for asking so many questions . " even if i did say yes to them , i'm sure you'd sit your pretty self down on my bed , waiting for me to come home to you , " he lets out , testing the waters on his words , knowing he might be treading on thin ice . " a drawer , " it comes out as breathy , noting it in his head . " two drawers . "

riley knew better than to believe dylan, or rather, he should have known better. especially when the other conveniently leaves out the word promise in his response. and yet, it falls on deaf ears as riley finds himself gazing at the other male. though, maybe he's still got a sliver of a backbone - a scowl quickly appearing across his face as dylan mentions riley waiting for him. "no, i won't," his eyes narrowing as he stared at the other male. he doesn't offer any further explanation, he doesn't think it's necessary. "two drawers," he confirms, "and i'll need room in your closet, i've got stuff that needs to be hung up."

dylan wants to hear what's on riley's mind : anything , everything . whatever anger he has held in his heart - he wants to hear all of it , in fact . as his thumb settles along his skin , he sucks in another breath - eyes rolling at then other's comment . " riley .. " it comes out as almost seductive - almost , like he's tempting the other with just his name , really . " well , you stay . i fuck you until you stop being mad at me , then i'll cook you something delicious - we can stay in , do whatever you want to do , beloved . " there it goes : the nice , sweet side of dylan that comes out whenever he wants something , whenever he feels like his plan is going south . " i'll even let you leave all of your shit here . "

and just like that - whatever dignity riley still possessed, left his body. and all it took was dylan saying his name. a small, garbled noise leaving riley's lips as he looked at dylan. "is that a promise?" he asks, voice cracking as he stares at the blond. "what if your friends want to go somewhere? will you tell them no? i'm not going to wait around all day," he spoke carefully, wanting to make sure dylan knows he's serious. as if he wouldn't sit there for hours, patiently waiting for dylan to acknowledge him. "i want a drawer," he responded, "drawers actually. i'll need a place for toiletries."

dylan does feel bad - on some level , he does . sure , he was a little .. well , he knew how to play his cards right when it came to riley , but god . all he wanted was the calm of the other in his presence , a soft hum leaving his lips as he fixates his eyes on the other , his thumb still caressing at skin - a subtle hum to himself as he listens to riley's words . " don't what ? " he questions , sounding a little manipulative , but let's face it : he kind of is . not that he enjoys it , however , he feels greedy . selfish , even so . " i still don't want you to go , " inhaling a breath , knowing that his words are seeping in the other's head , shaking his own . " my friends , " he huffs out , soon tugging the other closer to his figure . " stay in here until they leave , please ? then you'll have me all to yourself . "

'don't what?' patronize him? touch him? the former maybe, but definitely not the latter. his desire to feel dylan's touch was the reason for this mess in the first place. he didn't just crave it, he needed it. willfully throwing away what little dignity he had left in his desperation. "you just told me you don't want me here," he hissed, clearly growing frustrated with the situation. "and then what? i let you fuck me and we pretend this didn't happen? i'm really not interested in that. " he'd never been that great of a liar.

dylan's aware of this , their very .. slightly toxic part of their relationship - nonetheless , it wasn't anything he couldn't completely handle , of course not . deep down , he knew that it wasn't his fault for wanting some privacy between him & riley , wanting nothing more to be fully public with riley , however , he didn't know how to really go about things - although , enjoying what they have without anyone knowing . " it's not fine , " he lets out , barely choked out - his eyes gazing at the other for a moment , almost instinctively wanting to point out that he was putting his shirt on , but didn't . at least riley looked good in it , whatever he wore that was in dylan's personal closet - that wasn't the topic at hand , their relationship was . " it's not that i'm ashamed of you , don't think that i am . " he confirms , knowing that there was a small fear in riley that must've thought that dylan was ashamed , he wasn't . " riley , " he muses once again , his expression more sincere this time : his thumb tracing circles on his skin , nodding his head . " yes , really . i'm sorry , okay ? " he whispers once again , free hand coming up to cup at the other's cheek , wanting to know that there wasn't anything to be scared of . " i don't want you to go . "

it was pathetic, really, just how easily riley folded. all it took was a touch of the wrist and a sorry that deep down, he knew dylan didn't mean. and riley was stopped dead in his tracks, butterflies quickly filling his stomach as he caught a glimmer of hope. absolutely fucking pathetic. "please don't," he whispered, though he doesn't bother to shake the other's grasp. "you're just- you're just telling me what i want to hear," he continues. it's working. perhaps a little too well... "but- your friends," he whispers, "they'll see me."