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hello friend! please enjoy 1.6k of horny, in love, idiots. I wrote this in a fever dream, thanks for the inspo to the discord chat
Before they leave the paddock at Silverstone, at their home race, after both he and Fernando have both gotten points for the first time in awhile, Lance hears his name. He turns to see Anna, one of their senior hospitality directors. Only sheâs the one in charge of the Mother. And has been since his dad had started incubating a new one when heâd decided on the rebuild.
Lance slows down, waits for her to catch up. âAnna,â he greets her. âEverything good?âÂ
Anna just shrugs, lips pressed together in a way that tells Lance the answer is a mostly no. âWeâve figured out why the car is shit. Weâre going to need you and Fernando in the factory these next two weeks before Hungary so thereâs time for the babies to start forming during Break.â
âWhat happened?â Lance frowns. He remembers going in with Fernando right after Abu Dubi. Heâd done all his usual routine, just with more kissing and more touching and actually enjoying the getting fucked. It had been nice.
Anna laughs a little. âLance, you know how we affectionately call you a cat sometimes because youâre petty if you donât get enough of Fernandoâs attention.â
âYeah,â Lance says slowly.
âThe Mother gave you a bad car because you didnât give her enough attention.â
âFernando wonât like that,â Lance says quietly. He loves his boyfriend but he also knows how possessive he is.
âIâve already talked to him. And he wants podiums so he just has to deal with it. Cause this is how he gets them.â
Lance wrinkles his nose. He thinks back to the want heâd felt when theyâd stood together in 2022, the admiration, the desire. The longing.
He nods. âYou want us at the factory when?â
âBy Tuesday afternoon.â
Lance is going to do something stupid. Reckless. Itâs probably too soon for it. But heâs on his phone to the jeweler from his hometown as he walks to the car. By the time he meets Fernando in their apartment, his bank account is short a cool $2 million.Â
The next couple days are weird. Fernando keeps going to touch him and moves away. Lance swallows down casual âlove yousâ before they spill from his mouth. They donât have sex.
They do drive together to the factory together and Lance pauses the music when theyâre about 5 miles out.
âI donât think manufacturing longing is going to get us a better car.â
Fernando sighs. âNo other Mother has been this,â he says.
âJealous?â Lance asks. Fernando nods.Â
Lance scratches the back of his neck. He hates acknowledging it but in this moment itâs actually important. He forges forwards, not meeting Fernandoâs eyes. âBabe, sheâs kinda, well, me.â
Fernando pulls the car over to the side of the road at that. âExplain,â he requests.
Lance chews on his lip, thinking. âI was with her when she first incubated. I was the first driver to touch her. I was the first driver to come inside her.â
Fernando stares at him. âYou were there for the incubating?âÂ
Fernando swallows hard. âOkay, okay. Cool, cool, cool.â
âNo doubt,â Lance adds, cackling, Fernando looks at him blankly. âItâs from Brooklyn Nine Nine, have you really,â Fernando shakes his head, âokay, weâre watching that on the flight to Hungary.â
âSure,â Fernando agrees. His whole demeanor has shifted. The tension and stress replaced by smugness. It happened in a blink. Lance doesnât understand it but Fernando drives to the factory, one hand on the steering wheel, the other possessively on Lanceâs thigh.
When he gets there, pulling into the parking lot, he tugs Lance into a kiss with enough tongue it leaves him breathless and drops the car keys in his lap.Â
âMysterious bastard,â Lance comments to the empty car, even as the fondness threatens to overwhelm him. He takes a deep breath and eyes himself in the mirror. The teamâs seen him look worse. Whatever.Â
Besides, the entire afternoon is blocked off for the Mother. Heâll look even more of a mess when he leaves to go home. Getting out of the car, he makes his way towards the area that houses the Mother, the babies, the cooldown room for the drivers. Anna is leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
âCan I go in?â Lance asks. He likes to say hello to the Mother, to sit cross-legged like a child and tell her what heâs been up to before the business starts.Â
Anna shakes her head. âYour boyfriend is with her now. Said he needed to be alone.â
âSure, that makes sense,â Lance says. Itâs another 20 minutes until Fernando walks out, whistling. He presses a kiss to Lanceâs cheek and squeezes his waist.Â
Lance looks at him, raises an eyebrow. âDo I want to know?âÂ
Fernando shrugs. âIâll tell you later,â he says, striding off in the direction of the higher ups offices.Â
âHeâs planning something,â Lance says. Anna just shrugs.
âItâll be to everyoneâs benefit. Thatâs how heâs been since he fell for you,â she points out. Lance grins, ducking his head. He feels warm, a little spoiled, a lot loved.
He brings that feeling with him as he says hello to the Mother, strokes her gently with his ring finger. She pulses, welcoming, the walls dotted with sweat. âHow was Nando? He was good to you, yeah?âÂ
Thereâs no answer, not that Lance had expected one. The Mother doesnât exactly communicate. âI bought a ring,â he admits, looking down. âNot even Dad knows. Hopefully that makes up for last year. Which, Iâm sorry about by the way. We didnât know.â
He grins. âIâm going to be an uncle.âÂ
Itâs easy after that, sitting there, one hand on the wall, telling the Mother about his life. He stands up after a bit, goes and opens the door and finds Fernando waiting.
âReady?â He asks. Fernando nods, eyes dark, teeth gleaming. He looks hungrier than Lance has seen him in weeks, pushing Lance until heâs caught between them. The Mother at his back, Fernandoâs hand cupping his face.Â
Fernando pauses, stares into Lanceâs eyes, and then kisses him, fiercely, devotedly. Lance melts beneath it, cock jumping to hardness in the confines of his jeans fast enough it hurts. Fernando only kisses him harder, licks into his mouth as he gets their clothes off. Once heâs naked and Lance is down to his boxers, the kiss breaks. Fernando doesnât go far, reaches down and tears open a packet of lube.Â
Lance wants to sink to his knees, wants to get Fernando off with his mouth but the look in Fernandoâs eyes stops him. He clearly has a plan. One Lance will enjoy as heâs spun around, his back getting goosebumps from Fernandoâs chest hair.Â
His boxers are stripped, fingers sticky with lube stroking his ass. âGonna treat you nice,â Fernando says. Lance spreads his legs wider, pleading.Â
âYou always do. Always give me what I want,â Lance says, his voice low. He feels the Mother reacting, as though she hadnât understood last time. As though she understands now. It feels like theyâre being cocooned, kept safe. He feels the sweat from Fernandoâs body sink into his own. Feels his cock twitch, precome leaking at the tip as Fernando slides into him.Â
Lance groans at the feeling of Fernandoâs hands on him, familiar and welcome. It feels like coming home. Especially as Fernando speaks to him in Spanish, âcarino, quiero, amorâ repeated over and over. It doesnât take long. Fernandoâs teeth on his neck, his fingers wrapped around Lanceâs cock.Â
âPlease,â he whines, pleasure spiraling through him as Fernando finds his prostate. Heâs probably leaving nail marks on the walls of the Mother. He wants to apologize but doesnât when he realizes that the Mother is letting it happen, flesh becoming malleable as Lance shakes apart.Â
âLove you,â Fernando pants out, his voice rough, his body steady. Lance comes at that, his want exploding out of him. Fernando pulls out so the tip is resting against his ass and Lance starts babbling, needing it.Â
It feels consuming, like nothing else has ever felt this good. Like nothing ever will.Â
âNano, please, come for me. I want you to,â Lance pleads. He arches his back, twists his neck so theyâre kissing, pours everything he feels for Fernando into it. Itâs biting.Â
Lance understands why thereâs a rule about coveting in the 10 commandments when heâs with Fernando, when heâs naked and vulnerable and all his.Â
âMine,â Lance breathes out, closing the gap again, swallowing Fernandoâs tongue, stealing his air.Â
âYours,â Fernando echoes, a vow, his orgasm dripping down Lanceâs thighs. Lance turns, wraps his arms around his boyfriend and buries his face in his neck. Fernandoâs hands are gentle, stroking his back, his shoulders.
âShit, that was,â Lance murmurs.Â
Fernando nods, pressing a kiss to Lanceâs forehead. âThe carâs gotta be good.âÂ
Lance laughs. âHow many do you think we can make?â
âWe got nearly two weeks and the team has basically demanded weâre in here every afternoon,â Fernando smirks. He eyes Lance, gaze catching on where their seed has intermingled on Lanceâs thighs. âWould she be mad if we bring props?â
Lance raises an eyebrow, twines their fingers together. âWhy?â
Fernando shrugs, eyes glinting in a way that makes Lance shudder. âCar might be faster if I make you wait.â
Fuck. Lance nods, eager. He kisses Fernando again. The cocoon that formed around slowly backs away and Lance can see the door again.Â
âShould we?â he gestures. Fernando nods. He pauses, eyes wide as he looks at where Lance had dug his fingers into the Mother. Lance follows his gaze and sees. Oh. Lines dragging down the wall of the carva, like scars.
They look old already, worn in. As though they were supposed to be there.Â
âUh,â Lance mutters, a bit dumbfounded. Fernando just grins at him.