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It all started after the sprint. Despite the cameras surrounding the media pen, Charles and Sebastian are lost in their own little world. They pay no mind to the hustle and bustle around them and they’re openly discussing their plans for the evening, stupidly assuming that no one is listening to their conversation.
“Good race Charlie.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Sebastian sighs. He’s used to Charles’ blunt demands by now, however, it still startles him that the younger man is comfortable saying this out loud in the paddock.
“No.” Sebastian states, crossing his arms and preparing for Charles’ impending argument.
“Why not.” Charles is louder now, boarding on whining.
“We have to race tomorrow. As much as I love seeing you squirm, I don’t think it would be fun for everyone if you’re sore in the car.”
“But”
“No Charles. You can wait until tomorrow. You can be good until then can’t you?” He has Charles stuck now, knowing that he could never back down from a challenge. Especially if it means being good for Sebastian.
Seb takes a look around them to ensure no one has heard their exchange. They can never be too careful with reporters looming all around them. As he turns to his right he makes eye contact with Pierre Gasly. The man is a couple feet away and based on the look on his face, he has heard the whole conversation. No one in the paddock knows about the arrangement between Seb and Charles but after some particularly convincing rumors, they weren’t sure they were fooling anyone either.
Sebastian leans over and whispers in Charles ear, “If you can be good, I might have a surprise for you tomorrow night.” and then turns and walks away, clapping Pierre on the shoulder as he goes.
Pierre knows he shouldn’t have listened in on his friend’s conversation. And really he didn’t mean to. He was content to just stand there and space out until it was his turn to answer the same old questions as always with the media. It just so happened that he was standing particularly close to Charles and Sebastian. This wasn’t a surprise either considering his tendency to stick to Charles’ side on race weekends. But Pierre wasn’t a part of their conversation, he just happened to overhear it.
The problem is that Pierre can’t stop thinking about it. About what it would be like to watch as Seb slowly prepares Charles. His delicious moans as he is impaled on Sebastian's cock. Getting through the rest of his interviews is torture because all he can picture is Charles, and Seb, and him.
Pierre feels wrong to be thinking about his best friend this way. Never in their twenty years of friendship has Pierre ever considered Charles as anything more than a friend and now he has no idea how he can look Charles in the eye without immediately sporting an erection. He feels an interesting mix of awful and horny until late that night, long after he should have fallen asleep, when he receives a text from Sebastian himself.
“Hello Pierre, Are you still awake?”
This has Pierre worried. Does Seb know what he’s been thinking? What else would he text him for at 1:12 in the morning on the night before a race.
After fourteen minutes of careful consideration Pierre responds “Yes.”
“I know what you heard earlier. Are you interested?”
Pierre is full on panicking now.
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping, I promise not to tell anyone.”
“I don’t mind that you overheard Pierre, I want to know if you want to join us tomorrow.”
Us? Meaning Charles and Seb? They want Pierre to join them? He can’t deny that he’s interested in the idea but why would they ask him?
Before Pierre can decide what to respond, his phone rings again with another text.
“After the race tomorrow, Charles and I would like you to join us for a threesome. You do not have to accept, and if you choose to, you are welcome to change your mind at any point.”
Pierre almost laughs at the formality of the text but he knows that's exactly what he needed, for someone to spell it out to him in simple terms.
“I want to.” He sends and throws his phone down on the bed.
“Room 206. 8:00PM.”
The next day is hell for all three of the involved parties.
Charles and Pierre both are on the edge of their seats all day in anticipation for what is to come. Pierre physically bumps into Sebastian on his way to a meeting before the race, and apologizes quickly before speed walking away and hoping that Seb didn’t see how quickly his face turned bright red.
At 8:00PM on the dot Pierre knocks on the door of Sebastian’s hotel room. Reminding himself a final time that there’s no way Seb or Charles would prank him like this. That’s a level of cruelty that neither man would stoop to.
It’s Charles who answers the door, giving Pierre a confused look.
“What are you doing here Pierrot?”
“I invited him.” Sebastian slides up behind Charles and kisses him on the shoulder briefly.
Charles moves back to allow Pierre into the room. He walks in and turns to his hosts, unsure of his next move.
Sebastian, however, is the furthest thing from unsure as he walks up to Pierre and kisses him, only pausing inches apart from the other man’s face to whisper “Is this okay?”
Pierre nods curtly before all his senses are completely overwhelmed by Sebastian. All thoughts leave his brain as Seb lazily makes out with him. The two men are only brought back by the sound of a loud whine, coming from no other than Charles Leclerc.
Sebastian breaks away from Pierre and moves towards his lover, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pushing him towards his best friend.
Pierre and Charles both freeze, looking at each other for a moment, and then another moment before Pierre’s eyes darken and he takes a step closer and crashes his lips onto Charles’.
Once again the world around him ceases to exist and everything is all Charles. Charles who is gently licking his lower lip, asking for entrance. Charles whose hands tangle in his hair and tug lightly as he takes what he wants. Charles, his best friend, and now, his lover. Now that Pierre has experienced what it is like to kiss Charles, he cannot imagine ever not kissing Charles again.
Sebastian clears his throat, having returned from his search for lube and found Charles and Pierre utterly lost in each other.
“Charles, come over here.” Charles breaks away from Pierre and moves towards the older man “Pierre, you have a seat, enjoy the show.”
Sebastian pushes Charles down onto the bed as Pierre settles himself into the armchair. The Aston Martin driver wastes no time before stripping Charles down to his briefs and teasing his nipples.
“He’s very sensitive here.” He says to Pierre as he gives a soft bite to Charles’ chest. This is very useful information to Pierre, he flies it away for potential later use.
Seb continues teasing Charles all the way down until he is palming his erection.
“Take them off Seb” Charles moans.
“No need to be greedy, you can wait.” Seb replies in a calm voice.
Pierre really wishes they wouldn’t wait. He is leaning forward, eager to see more. He’s so intrigued that he barely notices how painfully hard he is.
Sebastian finally takes pity on Charles and removes his underwear, revealing his glistening cock, standing proudly against his stomach, and his small pink hole. Pierre nearly moans at the sight, amazed that he’s allowed to see Charles like this, and at the same time wishing he wasn’t only here to watch.
“Charles, look what you've done to Pierre.” Charles had almost forgotten that the other man was there but preens at the thought that he is the reason for the massive tent in Pierre’s sweatpants.
While Charles stares at Pierre, Sebastian prepares his fingers, coating them in lube and spreading some around Charles’ rim. The cold gel is a shock to Charles, making him squirm. Seb takes this opportunity to stick one of his fingers straight into the younger man, smiling as he moans loudly.
“He is such a slut for this, a bit of a size queen too.” He says to Pierre as he adds another finger and scissors them inside Charles. Usually Seb would take a bit more time with the preparation but he knows that Charles won’t last long and wants to make sure it's Pierre’s cock that his slut is coming on.
Charles is a moaning squirming mess. He can’t think of anything other than the fingers inside him and how much he wishes it was a dick. Whether that dick belongs to Pierre or Seb doesn’t matter Charles isn’t picky.
Sebastian removes his fingers and wipes them on his pants. He smiles at the thought of the three of them, in the exact same situation as yesterday, Charles talking, Sebastian listening, and Pierre watching.
Except this time, Charles’ talking sounded a lot more like jumbled moaning and Pierre would be doing a lot more than watching.
Seb motions for Pierre to come over and pulls the man into another kiss before stripping off his t-shirt, then his sweats and underwear in one go. Pierre and Charles are now both completely naked while Sebastian stands fully dressed.
Pierre is slightly confused but a little too horny to care. He thought Seb and Charlie just wanted him here to watch but if Sebastian wants to touch too, who would Pierre be to stop him.
Pierre also wants to touch, in fact he really wants Sebastian to take his shirt off and so he figures he might as well do it for the older man. He breaks the kiss briefly to pull the tee over Seb’s head and then rejoins their lips as he runs his finger down his firm abs.
Pierre is reaching for the zipper on Sebastian's pants when he is stopped.
“If someone doesn’t fuck me right this very second I think I will spontaneously combust.”
Pierre and Seb laugh into each other's mouths.
“That's all you, Pierre.” Seb says, breaking away and moving to the other side of the bed.
“Really? You would let me..”
“Pierre. Now.” Charles demands. All doubt leaves Pierre’s brain as he slicks himself up and slowly glides into Charles’ waiting hole.
Pierre has had a lot of sex in his life but he genuinely doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything quite like Charles. He pauses after sliding all the way in, giving Charles a moment to adjust. Charles quickly begins to squirm again, bucking his hips until Pierre gets the signal and begins to thrust slowly in and out. Charles is so deliciously full and satisfied as Pierre picks up the pace. His friend knows the exact ways to bring Charles pleasure and unsurprisingly it doesn’t take long until both of them are on the edge.
Pierre reaches between them and flicks Charles’ nipple, causing him to lose control completely. Pierre continues the brutal pace throughout his orgasm until he too finishes. He pauses for a few moments to gather himself before slowly pulling out.
Seb gives Charles a few moments to recover before leaning down and whispering in his ear, “Think you can go again?”
Pierre raises his eyebrows as Charles nods. They switch positions so now Pierre has a lapful of Charles as Seb pushes into their lover.
Sebastian takes it slower than Pierre did, knowing Charles would be sensitive from his previous orgasm. He waits until Charles gets hard again before picking up the pace and punishing the younger man’s prostate on every thrust. Charles clenches beautifully around Sebastian as Pierre strokes Charles’ sensitive cock. It doesn’t take long before both men erupt at the same time.
Pierre is quick to jump up and grab warm towels while the other two stay close together. When Seb pulls out, Pierre wipes the mess of cum from Charles’ legs and stomach before doing the same for Sebastian.
Charles can barely open his eyes but has a blissed out expression on his face.
Sebastian wraps his arms around Pierre and asks him to stay.