Max is annoyed. He'd just gotten out of the meeting with Laurent where he'd been told in no uncertain terms that they were hiring someone to help him.
And based on the tone and how delicately and uncomfortably Laurent spoke, Max knew it wasn't a performance coach sort of help.
He did not need any help in that department. At all. He was not high strung and needing release. He jerked off pretty regularly all things considered. He was upset because the car was bad and they haven't yet figured out how to fix it.
The season was half way done for fucks sake.
And instead of focusing on that, they've all decided to pay for some where for Max instead. If he could roll his eyes down a hill, he would.
Max stared at the front door of his motor home as if whoever was in there waiting for him would burst through and jump him. He took a deep sigh then opened it.
Nothing seemed to jump out at him initially, pun intended. And he didnt notice anything out of place.
Except, there was someone in his shower.
The faucet turned off and Max decided to wait them out in the living room. That way he can turn them down nicely and they won't potentially have his bed at physical leverage.
It didn't take long for the hottest guy Max had ever laid eyes on stepped out of his bedroom in short black athletic shorts and an oversized white tee. Max felt his brain short circuit as he tried to decide if he wanted to stare at his bright brown eyes, his nose, his smile or the colourful shades of tattoos on his thighs.
"Oh hey, you must be Max." The guy's smile somehow got prettier and Max had a new thing to focus on— his voice. It was deep but still soft. And his accent was lovely.
"Daniel." Daniel supplied and Max licked the words out the air.
"I hope you don't mind that I took a shower in your bathroom,I just got in and there wasn't any like soap or towels in the guest. And they never gave me your schedule or anything."
"Of course, it is ok. I wasn't expecting a guest either." Max shrugged and Daniel laughed a small giggle. "
"Look, I know you're here to like do your job. But I don't fuck on race weekends." Max decided to do what he did best, be blunt and clear. He figured the best way to get out of this would be to just…not. Then Daniel can go about his life and Max won't have to think about how his bosses bought him a prostitute. Plus he'd heard one of the other drivers say that before, explaining that it made them faster. Yeah right.
Daniel blinked, clearly stunned. Then he laughed.
Max felt uncertain. Maybe Daniel planned to jump him.
"That's rich." Daniel mumbled, licking his full bottom lip. "I'm not here to fuck you mate."
"Wha- then why? What the fuck is going on?"
Daniel smirked and it transformed his face.
"Don't worry Max, I'm here to take care of you." He replies vaguely.
It had been two weeks since Daniel came into his life and Max officially believed that his sole purpose was to destroy him.
Daniel was actually fun to be around, someone who Max realized he enjoyed talking to. Daniel asked him a lot of questions. Questions about racing— all sorts of racing. Questions about video games. Max found he enjoyed answering Daniel's questions. Found he couldn't wait to hear the things perculating in his brain.
Daniel was usually walking around in short shorts or without a shirt. Max liked to watch his muscles and touch his tattoos.
Whenever Max did complain about racing or his strategy, Daniel would smile at him indulgently then tell him to drop it. Max found he usually did. Without fuss.
Daniel usually would rake his fingers through Max's hair after then ask him a weird question that would make Max laugh.
Daniel tended to fall asleep on the couch while they watched TV. And Max indulged himself with watching Daniel sleep, staring at his soft skin and beard stubble. Daniel was really beautiful.
And then maybe GP makes an off hand comment that made Max pause. And he somehow comes to the realization that Daniel was soft domming him this whole time
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