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It was silently understood between them, Oscar supposed, that he and Max both messed around with Daniel, but that was it. There was no need to interact otherwise. Oscar liked it better that way, only because he wasn’t sure he could work up the courage to really talk to him. He’d spent years looking up to both Daniel and Max, it was already a miracle that Daniel had given him a chance, he hadn’t thought it was worth it to try his luck with Max too.

Oscar felt much differently now, especially after having Max watch him blow Daniel, after Daniel insisted he show off how good he was at it. The boundary he thought was necessary had crumbled in seconds, destroyed by the feeling of Max’s fingers curling in his hair and pushing him down further, whispering in his ear about how good he looked with his mouth full, his other hand tracing Oscar’s throat so he could feel the bulge of Daniel’s cock.

Daniel was still breathless, a devious smile forming on his face, as if he knew Oscar would ask. “You can do more than that, baby,” he coaxed softly.

Max made the first move, impatient, leaning in and pressing their lips together wetly, sliding his tongue against Oscar’s. This whole thing had been Max’s idea, to invite Oscar to join him and Daniel. Daniel had been practically preaching to him about how good Oscar was, about his endless stamina and the way he begged to be fucked. Max didn’t often like involving himself in Daniel’s other prospects, but he’d been made curious by everything Daniel had told him.

Oscar mewled against Max’s mouth, his hands holding both sides of his face, spit dripping down his chin from the intensity of it. It wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before, Max kissing him like his life depended on it, hot and wet and passionate. Oscar didn’t pull away until Max did, staring at him with wide eyes, silently asking for more.

“I get why Daniel never shuts up about you,” Max hummed, licking his plump, red lips to punctuate the sentence. Max’s hand found its way onto Daniel’s thigh, pulling him closer. Daniel’s cock occupied the space between Oscar and Max, still slick with spit and achingly hard.

Max leaned forward to kiss the shaft, his tongue darting out to lick up the length. “Kiss me again,” he whispered against Daniel’s cock.

Oscar understood what Max wanted him to do, leaning close too, lapping at Daniel’s dick. Oscar could feel Max’s tongue and lips brush against his, the two of them making messy work of getting Daniel off, mouthing at his cock.

Daniel could barely look down at them without wanting to come immediately, gripping both Oscar’s and Max’s hair with his hands, pressing them closer, encouraging them on. It was incredible, his two favorite boys on their knees for him, so desperate to please him. He could get used to having both of them at the same time. “Just like that,” he sighed, watching as Max bobbed his head around half the length, Oscar taking care to suck and lick at the rest of him, both looking up at him with wet, glistening eyes.

Oscar switched off with Max a few moments later, swirling his tongue around the head. Oscar didn’t take him down, though, in favor of pulling Max in by his chin, making it so both of them were lapping at his head, a tangle of tongues and a slurry of soft, sweet noises, wanting to make it hard for Daniel to last.

It worked, of course, Daniel didn’t need much encouragement. Max stroked him fast while both he and Oscar waited with their mouths open, tongues sticking out to catch the load Daniel would be giving them, staring up at him intently.

Daniel’s grip on their hair tightened, letting out a strained moan as he came, watching as his come shot into both of their mouths. Daniel was kicking himself for not filming the sight in front of him, but he was sure he would get the two of them like this again. “Don’t be greedy, Max,” he said lowly, noticing the Dutchman had gotten most of his load in the end.

Max didn’t have to be told twice, surging forward to kiss Oscar again before either of them could swallow, letting the younger boy taste Daniel on his tongue. He could feel Oscar’s hands grabbing at him, sliding up his rib cage and making him shiver, pulling him in closer, bare chests pressed together. Max had to pull back, feeling lightheaded with the lack of oxygen and his overwhelming need for Oscar. “Hard not to be,” Max quipped back.

Daniel sometimes thinks about it as his hands coast along expanses of pale, freckled skin, touching soft curves that’ll turn into muscle with enough training. He thinks about it when chocolate brown eyes stare up at him from between his legs, with wet lashes and tear-stained cheeks.

Daniel is thinking about it as Oscar’s hips move in figure eights, grinding himself down onto his cock. Oscar is leaning back on his hands, planted behind him on Daniel’s thighs, using them as leverage. Daniel shouldn’t even be at this hotel, where the rest of the McLaren team were in the surrounding rooms, probably listening to Oscar’s sharp moans and his own groans of pleasure.

Daniel’s hands are gripping bruisingly at Oscar’s waist, helping him move up and down. Oscar is always shameless and doesn’t care about whether he’s too loud or if someone could see, something he’d learned quickly and had to come to terms with.

“Ah- Fuck,” Oscar whimpered, his cock slapping uselessly against his stomach, already straining as his first orgasm hit. He hadn’t even been riding Daniel for that long, but it was just that good. Oscar is coming all over himself, some dripping down his length and the rest getting on his tummy or on Daniel’s.

What Oscar most loved about Daniel was his willingness to be used, how he could lay there and let Oscar fuck himself silly on his cock for as long as he wanted. Daniel was perfect in that regard, in every regard, really.

“Good boy,” Daniel hummed contentedly, eyes trained on Oscar’s cock, which was somehow still hard. The kid had stamina like no one’s business, so his ability to give himself multiple orgasms was barely a surprise, definitely a welcome aspect of his sex drive.

Oscar felt his whole body set ablaze when Daniel spoke, cheeks red and skin covered in a layer of sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead. “Don’t stop,” he begged, not letting up on his own movements despite his oversensitivity feeling quite intense.

Daniel didn’t, he would never, not when Oscar’s begging sounded like music to his ears. Daniel doubled down and pushed up into him as Oscar slammed himself down, nails digging crescent-moon shapes into the younger man’s skin.

Oscar came again a few moments later, weaker this time, come dribbling pathetically down the length of his dick. “Daniel,” he moaned, mouth hanging open in pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he babbled. Oscar felt like he was going insane, driven mad by the man underneath him.

As much as Daniel loved watching Oscar make himself come over and over like this, he can’t take his own desire and lust anymore, sitting up and going to lay Oscar on his back. In the new position, he still had his hands on his waist, though it was much easier to fuck into him harshly, hips snapping back and forth, making the slapping sounds between them even louder. “Fucking take it,” he groaned, nearly drawing blood from his bottom lip as he sunk his teeth into it.

Oscar barely registered that he was now on his back, his brain full of Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, every synapse firing on all cylinders. At this new angle, Daniel felt like he was deeper than before. That, combined with him telling him to take it, made Oscar tremble in delight, so far gone for Daniel that he’d do absolutely anything for him, no question.

Daniel didn’t stop until he felt Oscar squeeze around him a third time, the rookie coming dry, nothing left in him as his final orgasm wracked through him. It pushed Daniel over the edge, too, still fucking into him as he came, making it spill out of him in globs.

Oscar was reduced to sweet whines and heaving gasps for air, not able to form words after coming three times in a row. The feeling of Daniel’s come inside of him was indescribably good, such a perfect reminder of who Oscar’s body belonged to. Oscar lay limp against the bed, Daniel putting all of his weight on top of him as he also tried to gather himself. His arms went to wrap around his neck, keeping them pressed together. Oscar only gave him a few moments of rest, before he was grabbing Daniel’s face to kiss him, welcoming the feeling of scruff against his own baby-smooth face. He keened against his mouth, Daniel’s tongue hot against his own.

“You’re insatiable,” Daniel teased, catching Oscar’s lips in another kiss, not pulling away until Oscar did first, continuing to kiss along his jaw and neck when he did.

“Just for you,” Oscar breathed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Daniel’s lips sucking marks into his skin. “Only for you.”

Daniel’s eyes widened a bit cartoonishly, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He can’t, really, because Oscar was only 22 and had apparently already filmed himself during sex, something Daniel hadn’t done even once. “Please tell me you still have that video,” Daniel said, voice pleading. Nothing could stop him from imagining what exactly Oscar filmed himself doing, imagining trembling hands and weird angles, unskilled flicks of his wrist and shotty camera work. They were in the most unsexiest of places, a restaurant near Daniel’s that he swore tasted just like his mom’s cooking, fit with tacky wallpaper and booths that had to be older than Oscar, and yet, Daniel could still feel the very beginnings of his arousal pooling in his stomach.

“I might be able to dig it up,” Oscar said playfully, eyeing the potatoes on Daniel’s plate before stealing some with his fork. “I think I was 18, about to be 19. It’s an old one,” he hummed, said through his mouthful of food.

“Jesus Christ,” Daniel sighed, having to rest his face in his hands for a moment, not sure what to do with the knowledge that a video of Oscar like that existed already. “Are you, like, purposely trying to jailbait me, or?” Daniel huffed out, his shoulders relaxing slightly when he heard Oscar laugh again.

“I mean, I’m not the one dating someone 10 years younger than me,” Oscar quipped, affectionate with his delivery. He never minded their difference in age, though he knew sometimes Daniel worried he was moving too fast or somehow forcing Oscar to do things, which wasn’t the case. “Does that turn you on? Thinking about me when I was 18?” Oscar asked softly, out of pure curiosity and just to bust Daniel’s balls.

Daniel looked up from his hands and gave him a look, brows furrowed and lips thinned into a tight line, like he was trying to hold something back. “I’m not going to answer that,” he finally spoke, thinking it might incriminate him much less if he didn’t express any of his thoughts about a teenage Oscar.

“It does. I knew it would,” Oscar hummed contentedly. Daniel was so easy to read sometimes.

Daniel rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his plate of breakfast food, poking his fork into his eggs, planning on eating them at some point. “What if someone hacks into my iCloud?” It’s ridiculous, and he knows that, but he had to cover all his bases, or else he’d be left with more anxiety than he started with.

“Daniel. Stop it,” Oscar chuckled, reaching to place his hand on top of Daniel’s, gently sliding his fingers up his arm, slow and gentle. “Live a little, will you?”

———

Daniel can’t remember why he was so worried about this in the first place. It’s much different, he realized, when he’s got Oscar on his hands and knees, pounding into the younger man from behind, his phone set up so you could see the length of Oscar’s body, including his face. That part was non-negotiable, being able to see exactly how Oscar reacted to him. Daniel’s body was cut off from the waist up, but he didn’t mind; all he wanted was to see Oscar fall apart beneath him.

Daniel’s breaths were harsh and shaky, staring down at where he was repeatedly splitting Oscar open. It’s almost too much, the thought that they were immortalizing this moment forever, for Daniel to watch whenever he wanted and get himself off to.

Oscar was pliant as usual, face pushed into the pillows, trying not to come too fast before they got a good video. He pushed his hips back against Daniel with every forward thrust, sweet whimpers escaping his lips. “Harder, Danny,” he whined and gripped the pillow a little tighter, turning his head to look at the phone, face scrunched up in pleasure.

Daniel let out a strained moan and also glanced at his phone, hands itching to grab it, to get even closer. “Such a fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, reaching down to grab a fistful of Oscar’s hair, pushing him harder into the pillows. “Only good for taking my cock, huh?” Daniel growled. The older man was quick to grab the phone from its perch on the nightstand, still pistoning into him as he pointed it at Oscar’s face. It was the perfect view, Oscar practically drooling all over himself over how good he felt.

Oscar couldn’t say anything for a moment, his body wound up and ready to release. The feeling of Daniel’s hand tangled in his hair made his toes curl, in love with how strong he was, how he could easily manhandle him and take what he wanted. “Yeah, that’s all I wanna do,” Oscar squeaked out between moans. “Just wanna be good for you.”

Daniel never let up, even as he pointed the phone down between them, getting the perfect shot of himself ruining Oscar. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, so good for me, baby,” he sighed.

Daniel’s words of encouragement always did it for him, always filled him with a sweetness and adoration that Oscar only ever felt with him. It was only moments later that Oscar came, hard, all over the bed below them. He let out something close to a scream, the full force of his orgasm surprising him with its intensity.

“That’s it,” Daniel praised, using his last bit of stamina to get himself over the edge, too. Daniel pulled out seconds before he came, his cock resting over the curve of Oscar’s ass and shooting thick ropes of come up his back. He nearly didn’t catch it on camera with the way his orgasm swirled around him, wrapping around his limbs and making him feel hot all over.

Oscar collapsed underneath him, nothing but whiny breaths coming out of him, his skin flushed and his limbs useless.

Daniel hadn’t stopped the video just yet, feeling greedy as he reached down to spread Oscar’s cheeks apart with one hand, filming the way his entrance gaped slightly, how it fluttered around nothing, silently begging to be filled again.

“I can feel you staring,” Oscar muttered, looking over his shoulder with a breathless laugh, catching the lens of the phone one last time before he saw Daniel press a button and throw it aside.

Daniel gave him a tired little smile and leaned down to kiss up his spine, a silent apology for being so indulgent. “I like looking at you, baby,” Daniel offered as an excuse, speaking against his skin.

———

1:38 AM

Oscar: its ur lucky day

Oscar: [Video Attachment]

Oscar: enjoy my love

Daniel stared in surprise at the text he’d just received, bleary-eyed and groggy still. He was halfway across the world from Oscar, back in Australia while Oscar’s season started up again. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it was ridiculous that Oscar had managed to find the alleged video he’d taken of himself.

1:42 AM

Daniel: How much of your camera roll did you have to dig through to find that??

Daniel: I’ll watch it later :P

Daniel: Good luck today ❤️

“They didn’t tell me we were rooming together,” Daniel tried to explain, not meaning to sound so disappointed in the fact that he’d have to spend more time with Oscar. He watched with wide eyes as Oscar seemed to ignore him, walking over to the bed without another glance at him.

“I wasn’t aware either,” Oscar murmured, plopping down on the edge of the bed and unzipping his jacket, already making himself at home by throwing it somewhere on the floor. It’s not that he was particularly excited to have to share a bed with his new teammate, more so just skipping a few steps in the grieving process and accepting his fate. “You’re not a cuddler, right?” Oscar asked, mostly as a joke, but Daniel seemed to be trying to come up with a genuine answer. Oscar watched him for a moment, too, studying the worry lines between his brows and the way his shoulders tensed, arms crossed over his chest.

“How are you okay with this?” Daniel ignored his question, not finding the humor in the situation like Oscar was. Oscar being his teammate was fresh enough as it was, now he was being forced to share a bed with the guy? “We have to try and get this fixed somehow, there has to be another room in this hotel,” Daniel insisted.

Oscar stared at him blankly as he ranted, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and laying back, not missing a beat as he unlocked it. “Knock yourself out,” he murmured.

Daniel did try to find that extra room, to no avail. Not even his most sincere pleading (or his heftiest bribes) could convince the front desk lady to work with him, to at least move them to a room with two beds.

Daniel did accept his fate, eventually, only when he was already lying in bed beside Oscar, staring up at the ceiling in silence. He was mostly trying to forget the fact that Oscar was only wearing his boxers beside him, and was facing him, watching something on TikTok, Daniel assumed. He never quite understood the shameless quality his younger teammates seemed to have. His thoughts were disturbed when he heard Oscar make a sleepy chuckle, with some annoyingly bad song with equally terrible lyrics flowing out of the speakers of his phone. Daniel turned his head to look down at him, the blue light illuminating just his face, his heavy eyes that tried to fight his sleep as he scrolled, the half smirk on his lips.

“What even is a girl dinner?” Daniel found himself asking about the audio Oscar had just blasted, without even really meaning to. It was useless to try and sleep when he knew he wouldn’t be able to, too irked by their sleeping situation.

Oscar shot him a weird look, followed by a hearty laugh, clicking the button on the side of his phone to get it to sleep. There was only a bit of light coming into the room from the windows, but Oscar could still make out the silhouette of Daniel’s face, the curve of his nose, his teeth chewing his bottom lip raw. “It’s, like…” Oscar trailed off, not entirely sure how to explain this to someone who he knew wouldn’t get it. “You know when you get home after a really long flight, and all you have in your flat is, like, hot sauce, biscuits, maybe a beer or two? That’s a girl dinner.”

Daniel was more confused than before, still not understanding what exactly made that a girl dinner, letting out a soft hum. “That’s what girls eat for dinner?” Daniel asked, hearing Oscar laugh into the darkness again. The sound was easy, gentle on his ears, still sleepy sounding. “What?” Daniel continued, not able to help his chuckle.

“It’s more complicated than that,” Oscar explained, going to rub at his eyes to try and get some of the sleep out of them. “Honestly, mate, I’m not a girl, so it’s a bit of a foreign concept to me too,” he admitted. Oscar could feel the bed move suddenly, watching as Daniel turned to lay on his side, facing him in return. There was still some space between them, but Oscar still felt himself growing a bit nervous at the move. Maybe he’d failed to mention he was a bit of a cuddler himself, and this position would surely end in Oscar wrapping around Daniel in his sleep.

“Am I too old to get it?” Daniel smiled slightly, not sure Oscar could even see it.

“Maybe a little,” Oscar teased. “You’re not that old, though,” Oscar assured, staring right back at Daniel, who was looking at him just as intently.

“What’s too old?” Daniel asked softly, still smiling in Oscar’s direction. Oscar had a fair bit of freckles, something he never really noticed before, not until he was laid right beside him and forced to stare at him the whole night.

Oscar stayed quiet for a moment, suddenly feeling insecure under Daniel’s gaze, mindlessly pulling the duvet farther up his chest. “Depends,” Oscar murmured. “You’re not too old to race. But you’re older than quite a few other drivers.” Oscar’s smile grew when Daniel tisked. “I’d be friends with someone your age. Not sure I’d date someone that old,” Oscar hummed.

Daniel laughed at how sincere he sounded, probably not realizing he was unintentionally calling him ancient. “You’re making me feel geriatric here,” he whined. “I’m experienced, that’s different,” he insisted. “Imagine all the knowledge I can impart you with, show you the ropes,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger teammate.

Oscar tried not to dwell on the way it sounded, how flirty Daniel was sometimes. The thought of Daniel showing him the ropes, teaching him things he would’ve otherwise had to figure out himself, made him grow quiet once more. He supposed Daniel wasn’t wrong about that, about how being older was mostly a benefit. “What do you know that I don’t already know?” Oscar challenged, raising a brow at him and returning the same mischievous smile.

Daniel knew this was wildly inappropriate, shamelessly flirting with his much younger teammate, but Daniel was curious, if not a bit reckless. If Oscar really wanted to know, Daniel wasn’t sure he was opposed to it. “You want me to show you?” Daniel asked evenly, half serious and half kidding, as always. It probably wasn’t the best idea to push the subject, though Daniel cared more about finding out what made Oscar squirm.

Oscar’s eyes widened a bit, suddenly realizing the situation he’d gotten himself into. He was thankful for the darkness, because he knew it would’ve been impossible to hide the full body flush that washed over him, his thoughts filling with the possibilities of what Daniel’s clarifying question could entail. “Are you offering?” Oscar finally said, taking the bait, trying to sound as fearless as he could.

Daniel huffed out a breath through his nose, finding it quite astonishing that Oscar was asking him that. Just an hour ago, Daniel hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. It was amazing how that had changed in a matter of minutes. “Look at you, you blushing virgin,” Daniel teased. “That was impressive, honestly, mate.”

Oscar laughed again, letting his nerves out into the sound. “I’m not- You asked first!” Oscar argued back playfully. “I thought…” Oscar trailed off, eyes averting from the amused look on Daniel’s face. “I don’t know what I thought. You’re a convincing flirt,” He grumbled.

“Am I?” Daniel played along. He could see the faintest signs of Oscar’s endearing little blush, briefly wondering if his skin felt just as warm as he looked. “You’re easier than I thought.” Daniel hummed, wiggling his eyebrows.

Oscar had the decency to look offended, though he knew Daniel’s observation was fairly accurate. Oscar wasn’t blind; Daniel was stupid hot, and he had an even more attractive personality. It wasn’t usually in Oscar’s nature to make the first move, but he felt some necessity to prove to Daniel that he wasn’t just some kid who happened to be his teammate. Oscar took another second to decide his next move, pushing at Daniel’s shoulder until he was on his back and swinging his leg over him in one languid movement, firmly sitting himself on top of him. “I’m not easy, I’m just… opportunistic,” Oscar said softly, punctuated by another chuckle. He was acutely aware of the way he was sitting, putting a little more of his weight into Daniel’s lap so he could feel his bulge against his ass. The look on Daniel’s face seemed conflicted, both shocked and intrigued, lips parted in a protest that fell short, that never left Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel, for once, felt speechless as he was moved, the weight of the younger boy settling on top of him, pressing against his groin. Usually, it was he who was bold and assertive, not the other way around. The alarm bells in his head were telling him to throw Oscar off of him, getting flashbacks of when he first messed around with a teammate and how badly that had ended. Despite his inhibitions, it was hard not to take Oscar in and see him in a new light. Oscar looked different from this angle, noticeably buffer now that he was really looking at him. His chest looked soft, muscles curving gently into each other, freckles littering his skin, happy trail peeking out from his boxers.

Oscar placed his hands on either side of Daniel’s head, caging in the older man under him, smiling curiously down at him. “Say something,” Oscar urged, fighting off his instincts to touch. All he’d wanted to do was prove that he had more guts than Daniel thought, but he was starting to realize he’d put himself in quite the situation.

“Seriously? What do you want me to say?” Daniel said, exasperated, breath fanning over Oscar’s face from how close they were.

“Fuck me? Get off of me? Oscar, you’re so hot? There’s lots of things you could say.” Oscar’s eyes flickered down to Daniel’s mouth, studying his lips for a moment. He wondered what would happen if he just led Daniel through this, if Daniel would let him take control. “Or do you just want me to shut up and make a move?” Oscar smiled coyly, reaching a hand up to cup the side of Daniel’s face.

Daniel stared back dumbly and furrowed his brows, not able to help the way he nuzzled into the touch, conflicted about what he truly wanted from his teammate. On one hand, Daniel hadn’t been laid in months due to his apathy toward his dating life, and on the other, he knew this was bad. It was worse, actually, something that could get both of them in trouble, or even fired from their team. Still, it was all too tempting of an offer, especially with Oscar’s half-lidded gaze and warm body on top of him, so close to giving Daniel something to work with. “Is this why you were so okay with sharing a bed?” Daniel asked, ignoring Oscar’s question so he could ask one in return. Daniel found it much easier to smile again when he saw every inch of Oscar’s skin redden with astonishing speed, covering him head to toe in a pink flush. Bingo.

Oscar pulled his hand away and pulled back, too, back to comfortably sitting in Daniel’s lap. Maybe he was easier to read than he’d thought, because Daniel seemed to figure him out without much effort. “Alright, fine. I want to fuck you. Not like you haven’t heard that before,” he scoffed, pouting as he looked away, arms crossing over his chest.

Daniel couldn’t help the way his eyes widened at the admission, though his smile only proved that he was more intrigued than not. Daniel reached up and touched the side of Oscar’s chin, guiding his gaze back down to him. “Usually I’ll get taken out to dinner first before I’m expected to put out,” Daniel joked softly, raising a brow at Oscar.

Oscar laughed softly, playfully batting Daniel’s hand away. “I don’t need the incentive to want to fuck someone,” he smirked.

Daniel shook his head as he let out another huff of a laugh. Oscar was something else, so much more confident than Daniel had originally pegged him. “Tell you what. You can fuck me,” Daniel assured, pausing to gauge his reaction. Oscar looked excited, hanging off his words. “Only if you out-qualify me tomorrow.” Daniel’s easy, gentle smile returned like clockwork, the older man finally feeling like he wasn’t absolutely losing it after finding a way to steer them back to reality. “I’m not gonna go easy on you either.”

Oscar knew he was doing a terrible job at hiding his eagerness, though he was able to school his expression before it could get too embarrassing, rolling his eyes at how smug Daniel looked. It felt strange to have the knowledge that Daniel knew exactly how much Oscar wanted him, and was using it to his advantage, much to Oscar’s dismay. “Deal,” he said, not having to think twice about the offer or its stipulations. “Bring it on,” Oscar tacked on.

Daniel returned the same bratty eye roll and sat up a bit, grabbing Oscar’s hips so he could flip them over and push Oscar into the bed. “No funny business while I’m asleep, alright?” He teased.