Hey so og chestroll anon here🥰👋🏻, with a small thing for anyone wondering how Lance reacted to not being chosen for the winner’s room/the rbr threesome, so I wrote this all at once without checking for mistakes etc. on my note app in the middle of nowhere on vacation (yes my note app is filled with juicy ideas for chestroll and other parings, and everytime it makes me think how it would be embarrassing to die and leave my parents to find tons of nfsw ideas on that app tbh) ANYWAY if it’s not the best, I apologise, we were running with this idea in not so optimal conditions.
‘He is going to choose who he wants for the winner’s room again’. That’s what Lance thought after hearing about Checo’s victory, that what he thought climbing the stairs to the room where the drivers waited for the winner’s decision. ‘Maybe he is going to choose me again’. He wanted that,he could feel it on his skin, so afraid that Mick and Esteban would read it on his face, and oh god what if Checo choose Estie again? No that couldn’t happen, he was a better choice, he gave more than a coworker-like handjob. But then soon after he arrived, everyone was asked to leave, apparently the winner already chose and asked the selected driver. No need to wait around.
Checo didn’t choose him.
He grabbed Sebastian by the arm, to stop him from leaving and also as a support. “Seb,man,who do you think he choose?”. Sebastian smiled at him and for a moment he felt like the older man was reading his mind.
“Rumours has it that he choose Max, which if you think about it’s in typical Redbull fashion, staying in the team during times like these one, especially after marko’s remarks about Checo’s performance…I bet Max and Checo are showing him a united front, you know, with Christian too” Seb said. And Lance knew Seb was an expert on Redbull’s dynamic, better than him anyway.
“Ah good for them…they are going to party together too, I bet”
Checo choose to have Max, maybe to humiliate him too but that did not make sense, Charles would have been a better option. What if Checo reserve to Max a prince-like treatment, oh god, that’s why….he choose Max to show Redbull he can please their golden boy, he is doing it cement his place within the team, even after the contract announcement, that’s why Christian is involved.
Seb is turning again to leave. “Wait, Seb, why Max and Checo need to show a united front to Christian too? As He said something too?”, Seb started laughing knowingly, sometimes he kinda annoyed Lance with how the other seemed to always know better than most, like a pretentious omnipresent god. “Christian is not against them in this story, o’contraire I bet he is getting cozy too, he always love to cherish his boys when they perform well”.
Wait, Lance for a moment thinks he heard wrong because Seb surely is not implying that Christian…with Max and Checo, but Checo…he would never.
He wants to ask for more but Sebastian is clearly done with the conversation.
“If you want an advise, Lance, I saw tons of men like Checo in my years as a driver, they use the winner’s room as another method to show teams they are formula one material. They tend to not choose the same driver that many times, not on a row anyway.” And with that he leaves.
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It’s 3 am in the morning, all winner’s room celebration should be done, most after parties are also done and Lance is enough drunk to think that the “no good idea comes after 3 am” rule doesn’t apply to himself. He left bar after he overheard about redbull drivers and hotel floors. He was going to confront Checo about the tension between them, about why he was not chosen, why Checo did not want him begging on his knees again?
Room 209 door looks like every other door in the hotel, but Lance knows is Checo’s room. He just needs to knock, maybe it would be better to already sink on his knees for the other, to show him how good and devoted he could be.
After ten minutes or so someone as yet to answer the door, why is Checo not in his room when he needs to? Lance is so tired, he can’t feel his knees anymore and everything feels fuzzy and hot, but he doesn’t want to go away. He wants to see Checo, after all these months of holding back and glances in the paddock, he is tired jerking off in the showers, he really just want to go back to that room and witness Checo coming undone again.
“Lance?” a soft accented voice says. “what are you doing here?”. Lance glances up from the carpet.
“Checo…I wanted to congratulate”.
Sergio lifts his left eyebrow, “at 3 am?”.
“Well no better day than today no?Would you mind helping me standing up again…I am dizzy,you see, and I need you.” Lance extend an arm in Checo direction and after not even few seconds he can feel the other man lifting him, leaving a supporting hand on his back. It’s warm and they are close.
“Let me walk you to your room”. Lance smiles, such a perfect gentleman.
“I don’t think I can move my legs” he whispers. “you partied hard eh, Lance…” “not that much, just tired from the race, alcohol didn’t help”. Lance can see Checo is debating on what to do with him, he is probably annoyed at him too.
“c’mon man, you can stay in my room for a few minutes,until you’re well enough to walk back.”
And that’s how at the end of the day Lance got himself on Checo bed, surrounded by his scent, with the room swinging like a small boat in the middle of the ocean (he never been to one but he can pretty much imagine the feeling is similar to what he is feeling) and he is also overwhelmed by the compelling need to tell Checo everything he felt in the last few months, before it’s too late and he drifts to sleep. Checo is doing something out of his sight, but he is still in the room with him.
“Why did you not choose me again? For the winner’s room.”
Everything stills, Lance takes the other silence as an approval to keep talking.
“I know I could make you have a better time than anyone else, make you feel a better winner than anyone else, better than Horner and Verstappen anyway.”
“Lance…” Checo whispers.
“No, Sergio you don’t have any idea of how much I jerked myself off to the thought of being on my knees for you, I know I can please you better, I know.”
Silence again.
The last thing Lance remembers is the sound of a door being opened and closed again.
wow your mind??????? oh my gosh anon you've been BUSY thinking during your vacation
