#riccussell

Host: Next question ...

KA: Ohhhh, this a nice one

Host: Oh, Kimi likes the look of this one—

GR: —this is a bit, this is a bit rude boy. I could imagine some people in Melbourne rocking this.

Host: Yeah?

GR: [to crowd] Has anyone, anyone got this car in Melbourne? No ... right ... his friend does, his friend does. Yeah, he looks like a cool guy. Although he's wearing a McLaren top, so, uh, question— questionable. But it's got Danny Ric on it, so I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, all right.

Host: Awwwwwwwwww!

GR: [to host] Is Danny Ric here?

Host: I don't believe so.

GR: [to crowd] Is he here?

KA: I don't know.

GR: [to crowd] Is he in Melbourne?

Host: He's not here, but he does—

GR: [checking with crowd] He's in Melbourne. He's in Melbourne, okay.

Host: —he does have an area in the fan zone as well, that you can go and try his wine. And get tattoos.

GR: [laughing] That's where Valtteri's gonna be. Trying wine and getting tattoos.

Host: Okay, what year are we going for?

GR: [refusing to let it go] Yeah, make a tea with Danny Ric. That's a quite good idea.

KA: Yeah, I agree.

It was common for him to do this, just stare, just to pick himself apart. It was hard not to measure himself up against others, especially not in his line of work. If you weren’t comparing yourself, then you weren’t in it to win. George has hardened himself to the comparisons to other drivers. He liked seeing the numbers, the lap times and the minuscule improvements that won races. That made sense; of course he wanted to compare himself, if not to win everything he could.

George had only ever felt worthy when he was in his car. Nothing mattered when he flew around a track and wowed everyone around, even better when Lewis or Toto would clap him on the back and congratulate him in earnest, praising him for his performance. It’s embarrassing, actually, how worked up he feels when someone acknowledges his efforts, how good it feels.

He supposed that is why he and Daniel work so well.

It’s new, him and Daniel, whatever they were. It’s easy, too, no expectations or strings to get tangled in. Well, for now, George reminds himself, because he knows how he gets. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach when he thinks of him, a sense of longing. George catches himself thinking of fluffy curls and that pearly white grin more times than not.

Daniel is a giver. They’d had a lengthy talk about love languages once, how Daniel loves to give gifts and loves to praise, likes to make people feel good in any way he can. It took George by surprise at first, how sincere Daniel is, how often he feels the need to say something to make George’s heart flutter.

George hears the water turn off in the shower and he smiles softly, finally breaking eye contact with himself so he can look at Daniel as he steps out, dripping and pink from the hot water.

“How are you not freezing?” Daniel smiles and grabs a towel from the rack, ignoring his own need to dry off to instead wrap George in the large, fluffy towel, all while wrapping his arms around him as well. Daniel was the perfect height to rest his chin on George’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck and looking at him through the mirror.

George chuckles as he’s pulled into Daniel’s arms and wrapped in his warmth, the towel soft against his skin. He forgets everything he was thinking about before, all his woes and insecurities, his thoughts now filled with Daniel. He stares back, looking at Daniel adoringly and gently biting his lip when he kissed his neck. “You should push your flight,” George says softly, suddenly, watching Daniel’s expression in the mirror.

Daniel’s smile never leaves his face, raising a brow in question. “Why?” He asks simply, though he has a feeling he knows why George wants him to stay.

“Because,” George starts and gently pushes Daniel’s arms from his waist, dragging the towel off of him and throwing it near the hamper in the corner. George makes sure to bend himself over the sink counter slowly, pressing himself into the cold granite and looking back over his shoulder to see Daniel’s reaction. He arches his back a little, just so his ass sticks out a little more, inviting the older man in. George was still stretched from this morning, his entrance puffy and waiting to be filled once more. “You’ve got more important things to attend to.” George purred.

Daniel’s eyes trail all of the way from George’s face, down his back, settling on the curve of his ass. Daniel can’t help but put his hands on George’s hips, gently rubbing the skin there, admiring all that George had to offer. “I do,” he agreed without hesitation. “You make it so hard to leave,” he sighed, smoothing his hand up his spine.

George feels himself get goosebumps as Daniel speaks, his heart clenching at his words. “Imagine how I feel,” he giggled. “You could just take me with you. I’m sure there’s room on that jet of yours,” he teased, reaching behind him to grab Daniel’s wrist, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. George wrapped his lips around two of his fingers, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around them, gaze never leaving Daniel’s face. Once George was happy with the wetness, he pulled off with a pop, swiping his tongue across his cherry-red lips.

“I can’t,” Daniel huffed, barely able to form the words as he was entranced by the effortless way George moved, sucked, the way he knew exactly what to do. “Christian’s on this flight too,” he murmured and leaned forward, letting his lips work over George’s shoulder as he rubbed his slick fingers over his entrance, pressing into him gently.

George gave way to the intrusion with ease, mewling and pushing his hips back even more. “So?” He gasped, eyes closed so he could enjoy the wonderful feeling of Daniel fingering him while his lips sucked hickies onto the side of his neck. He knew he didn’t really need to be stretched, but it was habit, almost a necessity, to feel Daniel’s fingers inside of him. “I’ll be good, I promise,” he purred, making a noise when Daniel pulled his fingers out.

Daniel was thankful they were in the bathroom, because all he had to do was open the drawer beside George’s hip to grab their bottle of lube. “I know you will, you little charmer,” Daniel joked and poured some right over George’s entrance, admiring the way the muscle fluttered in reaction to the cold liquid. “You’re, like, the poster boy for perfect boyfriends,” Daniel laughed and poured some more over his dick, steadily stroking himself to spread it around.

George knew his whole body was probably beet red, his face buried in his arms as Daniel got him ready. That was too much at once, Daniel calling him perfect, and implying that he was the perfect boyfriend, at that. There was that feeling again, that warm rush of adrenaline that he only felt while staring at the stoplights before the start of a race, the feeling that always assured him of what he loved. “Boyfriend?” George squeaked, gripping the edge of the counter as Daniel slid into him in one, languid thrust, bottoming out in seconds. His knees shook just for a moment as he got his bearings, breathing harshly. “A-Am I your-“ George tried to ask, inclined to pause as Daniel’s hips drew back, before snapping forward, making his breaths come out ragged. “I’m your-“

“Shh,” Daniel hushed and leaned over him again, kissing George’s lips, finally, deep and wet, tongues sliding against each other as he fucked into George with long, firm thrusts. “You are my boyfriend,” Daniel clarified. His tone was even, calm, just barely playful. “My beautiful, tall, supermodel of a boyfriend,” Daniel said against his lips, pulling away so he could look at where they were connected, in love with the visual of himself sliding in and out of George, with the way George stretched to accommodate the girth.

George wanted to do nothing more than to deny everything Daniel said, to insist that he was far from perfect and undeserving of the comparison to a model, but it was hard when Daniel’s cock seemed to jab at his sweet spot just right; all of his brain function was being occupied by the overload of pleasure. The noises he was letting out were reflective of that, whiny moans and soft keens for more, for him to never stop, to keep going. He’d never felt like this before, so sure of how much he wanted Daniel and how much he wanted to be with him.

Daniel gripped George’s hips even tighter, forcing the lithe body beneath him back onto his cock as he thrusted forward. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “So fuckin’ tight for me,” Daniel continued, knowing George was particularly fond of his dirty talk. “If I asked you to sit on my cock while Christian has his back turned, would you?” Daniel asked lowly, voice gravely with lust. “Would you get on your knees and suck me off, let me come on your face while he’s not looking?”

George couldn’t help how pathetic he sounded as high-pitched noises escaped his mouth, so worked up that the coil in his belly already felt as tight as it could get, like he could burst into flames with the feeling of Daniel fucking into him like he was. “I would, I would,” he babbled and squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying with all his strength to hold off his orgasm, to no avail. “I don’t care what he thinks, just want you,” he pleaded, reaching back to hold onto one of Daniel’s wrists, needing something stable to hold onto. “Danny, I can’t- I’m gonna-“ he whined.

“I know you can hold it, sweetheart,” Daniel cooed, yet didn’t do anything to slow down his pace or ease up on the harshness of his thrusts, willing George to hold off. In reality, Daniel loved how sensitive George was and never minded how excited he could get, how fast he could make him come if he really tried.

George shook his head frantically and dug his nails into Daniel’s flesh, knowing it was already too late, that the pleasure enveloping him wouldn’t stop until he was milked dry. “Daniel!” He cried, pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the sink as his orgasm wracked through him in powerful waves, his cock spurting rope after rope of come onto the wooden cabinet doors in front of him, his body tensing and relaxing with every wave of pleasure.

Daniel didn’t stop, not even for a second. “Good boy,” he praised softly. “My perfect boy,” Daniel hummed, the noise of skin slapping against skin only growing in volume. “I feel that good, huh?” He asked, just to tease, only receiving pitiful mewls in return, as well as George’s teary, overstimulated expression, flushed and wet with his own sweat and tears.

George was far more than embarrassed, even mortified at the fact that he’d just come without even as much as acknowledging his own dick. He didn’t know how Daniel seemed to know the lay of his body like the back of his hand, how he knew exactly what to do to get him coming in mere moments. “Yes, yes, Jesus,” he breathed, shaking with his aftershocks. He hadn’t said it out loud yet, but Daniel was by far the best he’d ever had. George would be insane to ever take him for granted.

Daniel was close behind, making sure to pull out so he could come all up George’s back, painting him white with his seed. It was one of Daniel’s favorite things to witness, George all jelly-limbed and sated, covered in his come. He was convinced that if racing didn’t work out, he’d be the perfect pornstar. “You flatter me,” Daniel joked, breathing heavily against George’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist to press them together, not caring that he was worsening the mess between them. “That was so hot, Georgie,” he whispered. “Next time, I’m gonna make you do that over and over, got it?” Daniel promised, pressing one last kiss to his cheek before pulling away completely, going straight for the shower and turning it on again.

George was still bent over the sink counter, trying to catch his breath and process everything that Daniel had said. “I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend over dinner or something,” George said instead, gathering some of his strength to push himself up. “I didn’t think it’d be that easy,” he admitted, wincing as the ache in his backside caught up to him. It was the good kind of ache, one he’d relish in once Daniel was gone.

“George, you’re hopeless, you know that?” Daniel laughed sweetly and gently grabbed his arm, pulling him into his embrace and kissing him again. “You’re so smart, yet you can’t see how absolutely smitten I am with you,” Daniel smirked, leaning up to connect their lips, addicted to the taste of him.

George blushed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, rolling his eyes playfully before obliging to the kiss, always needing to be close. It resolved every one of George’s worries about him and Daniel, the ones where he thought he was rushing, that his feelings were too big, too soon. “I’m only book smart,” he reasoned, instead of getting too sappy, his smile widening as Daniel’s boisterous laugh rang through the bathroom.

“You’re perfect,” Daniel repeated his sentiment from earlier, pressing one last kiss to George’s forehead and tugging him back into the warm shower.