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Hungary Oscar didn't yearn for Mark, but when Mark wasn't there in Hungary, Oscar felt empty. He felt disappointed when he couldn't get his 'good luck' hand job before the race

It was routine. Oscar likes routines- Oscar liked it when Mark was in his routine. Oscar needed his routine

Who's he kidding? Oscar yearned for Mark

Oscar saw the opportunity the moment Mark said he wasn't gonna be there. They had never done anything but hand- and blowjobs before a race. Mark had said it would be too dangerous to do anything more

He would be uncomfortable, shift in his seat and end in the wall because he lost control of the car

Was it really as bad as Mark said it was? Oscar wanted to know- Oscar needed to know

It wasn't hard for Oscar to get hard. All he had to do was think of Mark- think of Mark naked. Oscar was sure that if he thought hard and long enough, he could come just from the thought of Mark like that

It didn't take long for Oscar to be spread half-naked on the small couch in his drivers room, slowly pushing the first finger into himself. It felt good, but it was nothing like Mark's fingers, nothing could even come close to being compared

Oscar was quickly stretched out around three of his fingers, desperately trying to hit his prostate, but with no luck. The hem of his skin was trapped between his teeth, both holding it out of the way and muffling his moans as his other hand stroked himself

He came quickly after his thumb occasionally dragged over his slit, making his body shake. He was panting heavily as he lay on the couch, slowly pulling his fingers out of himself, making himself whine at the emptiness

'Dangerous' Mark had said. 'Dangerous my ass' Oscar said to himself once he had gotten the chequered flag, now being able to call himself a Formula 1 race winner

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Azerbaijan Mark had Oscar cornered in his drivers room, his hands unbuckling the younger man's belt

"Mark, I need more" Oscar panted as he held Mark's wrists in his hands

"More? We've talked about that, Oscar" Mark sighed, wriggling his hands out of Oscar's grip

Oscar looked desperately at Mark "I won in Hungary after I fingered myself, I need you to fuck me so I can win fairly"

Mark looked surprised at Oscar, but still didn't budge "There's a difference, Oscar"

"Fine" Oscar sighed, pushing past Mark "Guess I'll go find Lando so he can fuck me instead" He was about to buckle his belt again, but Mark had grabbed him by his bicep, pressing his front against the wall, Mark's own body pressed up against his

"It's almost funny how you think he even has a chance of fucking you as good as I can" Mark growled just beside Oscar's ear, making him whimper quietly

"If you won't do it, I'll have to find someone who will" Oscar yelped when Mark removed him from the wall and bent him over the small table in the room

"We don't even have lube so if I were to fuck you- and I'm not saying I am, how'd you expect that to go, hm?" Mark hummed, his tone a low warning

"I'm not stupid, don't you think I thought of that?" They always brought lube, but always kept it in the hotel room, knowing they wouldn't need it, but Oscar was sneaky this time "I have a travel size in my jacket" He smirked softly

"Brat" Mark spat before roughly letting Oscar go and walking over to grab the lube from Oscar's jacket

"Can you blame me for wanting you?" Oscar chuckled softly as he stood proper up to push his jeans and briefs down to his mid-thighs, bending himself back over the table as Mark walked back

"Doesn't justify you for being a brat" Mark said, warming the lube up on his fingers before softly circling Oscar's hole, making his body shiver slightly and a low whimper escape his lips

"Not brat... Desperate" Oscar corrected, biting his hand when Mark pushed in a single finger, slowly moving in and out of Oscar "Kind of same thing when you're desperate for me and I call you a whore"

"Did you just call me a whore?" Mark asked sternly, a fierce grip on Oscar's hair

"No, no, no. Jus' saying it's the same thing" Oscar bit his bottom lip, stifling a moan as Mark pushed in a second finger

"Good, 'cause you know what happens when you call me a whore" Mark's hand in Oscar's hair went to the younger man's mouth, covering it when he curled his fingers to hit his prostate, Oscar's body already starting to shake slightly

Oscar's inability to answer made him just nod softly at Mark's words "Can imagine how frustrated you must have been in Hungary when your own fingers couldn't hit your prostate, no?" Mark chuckled low

Oscar simply nodded again, when Mark pushed in a third thing, Oscar's eyes shut tightly, his knuckles turning white from where they were gripping the edges of the table

Mark pulled out his fingers slowly, a high-pitched whine escaping Oscar's mouth, muffled by Mark's hand "Can you be quiet for me, baby?" Mark asked, undoing his own belt, pushing his jeans and briefs down to his mid-thighs

"Yes, of course" Oscar nodded softly, his breath hitching when he heard the squelching noise of Mark stroking himself with the lube

"Sure you can? I know how hard you trouble with staying quiet" Mark chuckled, slowly pushing inside Oscar, watching as he tried to stay quiet

"Anything for you" Oscar panted, whimpering softly when Mark slowly started moving after letting Oscar adjust

Mark chuckled softly "And yet, you were ready to go to Lando if I wouldn't fuck you" Mark groaned quietly, speeding slightly up, making sure to be quiet with their skin-against-skin contact "Tell me, would he fuck you this good? Would he take care of you like I do?"

Oscar shook his head slightly, biting his bottom lips hard to stay quiet, his eyes shut tight enough to give him a headache if he did it long enough

Mark pulled Oscar upright by his hair, quickly covering the younger's mouth when the new position allowed Mark to hit Oscar's prostate "Then why would you go to him, hm?"

"Wanted... Wanted to make you jealous" Oscar mumbled quietly behind Mark's hand, his eyes now open and wide, looking back at the older man

"Wanted to make me jealous?" Mark chuckled softly, the hand in Oscar's hair going to his cock, stroking him to the same speed as his thrust "Just proves how much of a brat you are, or maybe even a slut" Mark chuckled low when he saw how much Oscar blushed at the degrading words

"You prefer slut, huh? Lando wouldn't call you that. He'd feel bad. Think it's best if you stay with me, no?" Mark chuckled softly at Oscar's eager nodding of his head

"Please- need to come" Oscar moaned quietly, muffled by Mark's rough hands

"Yeah? Come for me, baby" Oscar came the second he was allowed to, his knuckles going impossibly paler from his grip on the table, his cum painting the wood white, his body shaking slightly

Mark pushed Oscar back down over the table, not caring about the cum now sticking to Oscar's shirt. He gave a few more thrusts, pushing Oscar's shirt up his back, pulling out and coming across Oscar's pale lower back

"Should save this as a picture, set it as your background so Lando knows not to try on you" Mark chuckled softly, admiring his artwork

"Don't" Oscar whimpered in a beg

"Let's get you cleaned up and ready" Mark chuckled as he helped Oscar to stand upright again

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"Should fuck you some more before races if you win every time" Mark chuckled softly as he and Oscar lay quietly in the hotel room that night after Oscar had won again

"Wouldn't mind that" Oscar chuckled softly as well, his arms tightening around Mark's waist