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Lando Norris
Does anyone kno why qualifying is delayed??? We dont know shit over here
14:48
Guysssssssssssssssss
14:55
Answer meeeeeeee
15:02
Isack Hadjar
We don’t know anything
15:03
George Russell
The FIA apparently have concerns of a flash storm happening in the next half an hour or so, all teams should be being better updated from now on.
15:05
Lando Norris
Are they taking the piss its boiling
15:15
Nahhh mclaren folks aren’t seeing anything about rain I call bullshit
15:17
Carlos Sainz
That is what we have been told, Lando. Qualifying should be starting in ten minutes.
15:20
Lando Norris
Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
15:20
“So pretty” Max cooed, rubbing his thumb over his cockhead. “Do you think you are pretty, Charlie?”
Charles couldn’t have answered if he wanted to. Max’s fingers were shoved in his mouth.
They were pressed hard against his tongue, threatening to choke him with every twist, drool running down his chin. Max was heavy in his lap, his naked cunt pressed against his thigh. His hips were twitching a little, wanting tiny friction against his swollen clit. Sick tension was buried deep in Charles’ stomach, and the omega knew exactly how to reach inside, uncoil it spool by spool until he was melting putty, ready to go straight into the car. Focused. Driven.
What Max got out of this was his cock.
Max pulled himself up, fingers slipping from Charles’ mouth as he lined up. Max’s eyes were bright and hungry. The head of his cock slid inside of Max and his face immediately contorted, teeth digging into his tongue as he was enveloped by that warm, tight heat. Max inched down bit by bit by bit, his cunt already soaked with slick. He made a small pained noise and his legs kicked feebly.
“Breathe, Charles” Max said firmly. Charles did what he was told, and let go. The tension slipped from his shoulders.
His chest was decorated with ruby red scratches, Max’s nails digging into him to find purchase as he dropped himself slowly down on Charles’ cock, every thrust agonising and tender as the omega used him as he wanted. Charles wasn’t allowed to move his hips, oh no, it was Max’s pace only.
“Like this, oh Charlie, please- oh” Max shook.
Charles pawed pitifully at Max as he clenched viciously around Charles’ cock.
The omega let out a high pitched keen, his strong thighs tense, corded with muscle. His eyes grew hazy as he fucked himself on Charles’ cock, the breath punched out of him everytime he dropped himself flush against him. The slap of skin on skin was suspicious enough, but with Max’s mewls and wails as he arched his back, chest all patchy and pink, it was fucking lewd.
Charles ran a finger through the top of Max’s slit and sucked it clean. Honeysuckle, jasmine, summer.
“Max” Charles gasped, as he fought the urge to buck his hips. “Please, please, so fucking good, so fucking tight, pretty Max, my Max-”
Charles pinched Max’s clit between his forefinger and thumb. It pulled a helpless moan from Max’s lips, those plush lips shiny and trembling. His rhythm stutters as he grinds down hard on Charles’ cock, pushing it right against that sweet spot, Charles knew.
He longed to switch them around, to push and pound Max into the small nest, to feel Max’s heels dug into the small of his back. But Max wouldn’t like that.
“I’m-” Max couldn’t finish speaking. He collapsed against Charles as he came, mouth agape, his full pecs shaking.
“So pretty, baby” Charles’ voice was rough. He wrapped his arms around Max’s waist, licking down the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply.
Now that Max had come, Charles could do what he wanted.
He thrusted up into the omega as Max struggled to catch his breath, planting his feet firmly. Max whined a little but said nothing, running his hands through Charles’ hair and tugging hard. He didn’t want to wait, knew Max didn’t want to wait either. Max let out little grunts with each thrust, tiny ‘uhs’ and ‘ohs’ as Charles drew closer and closer, his eyes downright crazed.
One of Max’s hands slipped down between the tight press of their bodies, rubbing his own clit ferociously as Charles fucked him. He looked so pretty, so pretty and desperate, his red cheeks glowing.
No, it was barely fucking anymore, Charles buried deep as he could be inside Max, minutely pushing deeper and deeper into the omega until-
Charles cried out as he came, his knot expanded rapidly, holding Max as close as he could, that skin on skin pressure feeling like smooth silk.
“Oh!” Max Verstappen actually squealed in his arms as his cunt quivered around Charles’ knot. The fingers on his clit didn’t slow down until Charles had almost finished coming, Max letting out a long drawn out moan as he came again, kneading the back of Charles’ head gently as the waves overtook him.
“Are you okay?” His words sounded like a death rattle. Charles couldn’t even be sure he was speaking english until Max replied.
“Yeah” Max breathed, nuzzling his lips against Charles’ temple. “Perfect, Charlie. You and your cock are always too good to me”
He hid his beaming smile.
Charles was sticky and hot. Their hips were flush, Max’s slick dripping down his waist and into the crevice of his thighs. His knot tugged and pushed at his rim, nestled in tight and cosy, making Max shiver. Charles suckled lazy little kisses across Max’s collarbone, low and out of sight, always. He tasted of salt, fusing with the sweet slick haze that hung heavy in the air.
He made Max squeal. Whatever happened today, Charles could die happy.
“So good” Charles let out a small laugh. “My legs feel dead”
Suddenly, nails dug hard into the scent gland on his neck.
“Charlie” Max’s voice dropped. “You knotted me”
“Hmm” He sighed, fingers dancing up and down Max’s thighs, playing with the fine hairs.
“Charles, fuck- you fucking knotted me” Max’s scent spiked with panic. “We’ve got- quali is in like forty fucking minutes, you dick, we need to be getting ready now”
“Wait, no it’s not, we have-” Why weren’t any of their phones close? Charles flushed hard. That sticky feeling no longer felt dirty and warm, it felt cold and itchy.
Max’s eyes were wide and terrified. “We have to go, you need to leave”
They both looked down simultaneously, at Charles’ cock buried inside him.
“ Fuck ”
They were fucking knotted , tied together, they were stuck. Max squirmed in his lap, shoving hard against Charles’ chest.
“I need to-” Max tried to push himself up. It didn’t budge.
“Fuck” Max tried again, taking a deep breath as he made to pull away. Charles felt the skin tight around his knot as Max hissed in pain. More honey scented slick ran from the seal where they were connected. He grabbed Max tight.
“Stop- fucking stop! Max, you’ll tear, merde, Max”
“We need-” Max reached forward, almost whacking Charles in the nose in the process. “-the lube” He squirted liberally into the palm of his hand and into where they were connected, the cold liquid making Charles twitch. The omega’s fingers ran over the very base of his cock, trying for any sort of grip. Charles’ breath caught in his chest.
“Okay” The omega panted. “We will count down, and I will pull up, and you will pull away, and hopefully it’ll just-” He shimmied backwards so Charles could actually see better where they were connected, Max’s tight cunt stretched obscenely, golden curly hair glistening and matted wet, with Charles’ cock snug and secure inside.
“On the count of three” Max ordered. “Three, two, one”
Charles’ face dropped at the sight of his knot yanking at Max’s entrance, of the way the soft, delicate skin pulled, a horrible rosy red. Then he heard, a whisper, tiny under Max’s breath-
“ Ow, ow, ow- ”
“Mon amour, please-” He forced himself up to compensate for Max’s pulling, stroking Max’s tense back. “This isn’t working, Max, you’re going to hurt yourself, you are hurting yourself”
“Do you have a better idea?” Max spat. “I can’t be caught with a fucking alpha’s knot inside me when I am supposed to be in the car, Charles, you don’t understand, you can’t understand ”
“But we can wait, it’ll deflate, putain , Max, stop it!”
Max wriggled to try and break free, but ended up basically grinding down on Charles’ knot, the soft velvet heat clenching around him as Max tugged and squirmed.
Oh.
Oh no.
Charles blinked rapidly, shaking his head as he tried to clear it.
“Um- oh , Max-”
“-wait, this might-”
“Stop!” Charles head thudded hard against the wall.
“What?” Max snapped.
“That isn’t helping!” Charles groaned, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
“ You aren’t helping!” The omega glared at him furiously.
“No, you’re-” Charles huffed impatiently. “It’s not going to deflate anytime soon if you keep doing that”
Max stared down at him.
“Jesus, Charlie, now is not the time”
“I know that, but you are squeezing my knot to death and it is hard to think about other things” He groaned, hands fisting against the soft sheets of Max’s nest.
“Ignore it” Max hissed. “Think unsexy thoughts” He said, chest sparkling with sweat, inner thighs splattered with slick as he kept rolling his hips forward.
“It would help if you stopped fucking moving!”
Knock, Knock.
They both froze.
“Max?” A familiar voice said from the other side of the door.
Max looked horrified. “GP?”
“You’re supposed to be downstairs, is everything okay, are you dressed? Can I come in?”
“. . . I can’t”
The handle twisted.
“Don’t come in here!” The omega spluttered.
“Why?” GP said slowly. The handle stopped. “Max, mate, what’s wrong?”
“I-I have a problem”
“What problem? Max, talk to me, do I need to get a doctor?”
“No, no doctor, it’s just. . .” Max closed his eyes, a pained grimace on his face. Charles took a deep breath.“Me and Charles are stuck”
There was a long, disappointed silence.
“. . . stuck” He could almost hear GP counting to ten in his head. “What do you mean, exactly?”
“Like, stuck” Max cupped his face, long fingers pinching his own ears. “Together”
“Right” GP coughed loudly. “We need to leave for quali now. Is this going to be fixed soon?”
“I don’t know”
“Max-”
“I don’t know! Please, GP, think of any way to stall them” Max pleaded. “Please, I’ll do anything”
There was another long silence, then-
“Fine, but you better figure this out fucking quick” There was a soft sound of footsteps moving away.
“Right” Max licked his lips. “We need to be quick”
“I heard” Charles snapped. He rubbed his brow with the heel of his hand. “It isn’t that easy”
“I already said, think unsexy thoughts”
“It isn’t easy when your tits are in my face” Charles retorted.
Max rolled his eyes irritably. “Then don’t look at me”
Smart, actually. Charles slammed his eyes shut. “And now-”
“Think about that ugly car you are going to have to drive. Think about being knocked out in Q2 because the car just doesn’t turn. Think about getting no points tomorrow because Ferrari never understand when to pit”
Charles groaned loudly.
“Think about all that Ferrari promised you, and promised Lewis, and how shit they are. What about what they did to Sebastian, and how they ruined his career. They killed a champion, and now they are killing Lewis”
The omega didn’t stop. “Think about that stupid idiot Mattia Binotto, and how they ruined everything for you in 2022”
Max leaned closer, warm breath ghosting over Charles’ cheeks. “Think about me beating you to all you ever wanted”
Charles felt his cock twitch inside Max, and Max must’ve felt it too.
“You saying that does not help” He muttered. He thought he heard Max laugh.
He counted to five hundred in his head, the meagre wheezing of the SF-25 rumbling in his ears. Charles blinked his eyes open, rubbing away the blur. Max was still heavy in his lap, looking bored. Surely his legs had to be sore now.
He cleared his throat.
“Let’s- let’s try again”
Max hovered above him awkwardly, bracing himself with Charles’ shoulders. Charles winced as they tried to pull again, somehow Fred Vasseur’s face flashing up behind his eyelids. Horrifying. His knot caught for a moment on Max’s entrance, tugging slightly but then it popped free from Max’s body, both of them groaning loudly. Max made a face of disgust. Silvery slick and come drooled down his legs and onto Charles, soaking them both worse.
The omega climbed off him immediately, reaching for the neatly folded race suit sitting on the desk. Thank God Charles had the foresight to bring his too.
“Hurry up” Max snapped, fumbling with the clothes. “We don’t know if GP managed to delay anything, I will not miss this”
“Y-ou’re going out like that ?” Charles stuttered. He was better attuned to Max’s scent than most, but he stunk. Charles was still dripping out of him, wetting his fireproofs.
“Oh no, sorry, do we have time for a shower?” Max said sarcastically. Charles glared at him. “I have artificial scent and deodorant, it will have to do”
They dressed as quickly as they could, fireproofs clinging uncomfortably to sweat soaked skin. Charles sprayed himself liberally with Max’s sprays, some cheap scent disguiser that argued it smelt of vanilla and cinnamon, and shitty deodorant.
“Let’s go” Max tried to smooth his hair down. His face was still pink and patchy.
They both drove in Silverstone qualifying reeking of vanilla and cinnamon scent, Lynx Gold men’s deodorant, sweet honeysuckle slick and heady alpha come. Charles couldn’t look anyone in the eye, praying no one could actually smell it, it was in his head, surely? He spotted GP across the ways in the Red Bull garage, simply looking miserable.
Max got pole.