#danchal

Carlos catches him first, gives him a strange look when he sees the weird chicken scratch on his Ferrari-branded notepad. He’d noticed Charles was slightly off his game today, his mind somewhere else.

“You good?” Carlos leans in and whispers into Charles’s ear, raising a brow at him.

Charles startles at the voice in his ear and looks at Carlos like he’s the weird one, nodding his head and forcing a tight smile onto his face.

“I’m great, mate,” Charles insists, looking back down at his notepad so he could hide the embarrassed blush on his cheeks, wishing Carlos would just drop it.

Carlos decides it probably isn’t worth getting into right now and squints at Charles, letting out an unsatisfied hum before looking back at the man presenting.

———

Charles's breaths were harsh, forcing out hot puffs of air as Daniel pistoned into him. They’re too loud, wet, slapping sounds coming from their stall in the cramped bathroom, Daniel’s breathing just as ragged. They’re in some random bathroom in the paddock, one that had seemed dead and empty before they called it their home base for the day.

Daniel needs this to be dirty and fast, before anyone else decides to join them and ruin their fun. He’d waited several months for his and Charles’s schedules to finally converge, and he was going to take full advantage of the fact. Daniel knew it wouldn’t have been hard to just follow Charles around the world as he raced, but they had to be careful about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Daniel to be at every race if his contract didn’t say so, so he played it cool, played the waiting game.

“You’re so wet,” Daniel grunts and reaches up to grab a fistful of Charles’s hair, pulling a pitiful sob out of him. “You fucking love being filled up with my come, huh?” Daniel growled into his ear, already close to his end. It was an incredible feeling, fucking his own come back into Charles, feeling velvety and slick around his cock.

Charles can’t find the words to respond, not when his body feels like it’s made of red-hot lava, not when he’s tensing and squeezing tightly around Daniel, shooting his load all over the floor and toilet below them. Charles doesn’t say anything, just whines and tries not to pass out from the euphoria he feels.

Daniel is content with the way he made Charles, ruined him completely for anyone else, reduced him to nothing but a hole to hold all of his come. “You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled softly. He comes in a few more strokes of his hips, adding to the two loads already inside of Charles from this morning. Daniel plans to do this a couple more times before the day ends, just to be able to see Charles swollen with his seed.

Daniel pulls out nice and easy, slowly so he could catch anything that dripped out with the plug he pushes back into him, fit with a pretty, pink jewel on the end. “I’ll see you tonight, beautiful,” he purrs, still pressed close behind as he helped Charles pull his pants back up, buttoning them and zipping them up from behind.

“Be good for me.”

———

Charles is laid back on the plush seats of his hotel bed, completely naked. His legs are spread, knees bent, hands clasped obediently above his head. He’s looking up at him with teary, glittering eyes, silently pleading for Daniel to touch him. Between his legs, the plug sparkles in the low light of the room.

Daniel is knelt on the bed in front of him, also naked, just staring, taking in Charles’s perfect body. He’s all freckles and soft skin, his belly unusually round where there was supposed to be abs, full of Daniel’s come. “I wish I could actually get you pregnant,” Daniel sighed dreamily and scooted forward, one hand gliding down Charles’s inner thigh and the other going to grip his hard cock, looking small in his large hand.

Charles doesn’t know how to admit that the thought of Daniel impregnating him made his head spin and his cock ache, trying to stay still as Daniel touched him. “Me too,” he smiled softly, looking down at his belly, bringing a hand down to rest on the bulge and gently pressing his fingers into his flesh. “You would fuck me until I’m about to pop, pervert,” he teases, welcoming the weight of Daniel’s body as he leaned down to kiss him.

Daniel laughs at that, nibbling Charles’s bottom lip. “Think you can handle one more load?” Daniel asks lowly, lips just centimeters from Charles’s face.

Charles doesn’t even have to think about it, just nods frantically and bites back a yelp when he feels Daniel start kissing trails down his neck.