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Carlos was relaxing in his driver’s room when two loud, arguing drivers burst through the doors.
“He’s such a dangerous driver, tell him, Carlos!”
“Mate, he wants to play stupid games on track then complain to his good friend the FIA. He’s a shill, Carlos!!”
Carlos sighed, got up from where he had been lounging on the couch, and walked through the bickering pair who had unceremoniously barged into his room. He calmly closed the door they had left open, then turned around and placed a hand on each of their chests. They both fell silent at his touch.
“No need to shout,” he said, slowly walking them back until he had them both pressed against the wall.
“You are both very stubborn - we drivers are all stubborn, yes?”
Two heads nodded in unison.
“See? You can agree on something.” He trailed his hands down towards their crotches, feeling two bulges hardening under each palm. He squeezed and massaged them through their suits, holding back a smile as he heard a sharp gasp on one side followed by a whisper of “oh blimey…” on the other.
His hands moved up again, one pulling open George’s race suit while the other worked to tug Max’s fireproofs up. Coordinating two different actions was tough, but Carlos never backed down from a challenge. He could do both at the same time.
“Already undressed for me, hmm?” he murmured as he made quick work of George’s race suit. It had already been half open, and as expected, George wore nothing underneath.
“Cos he’s an easy sl-- ”
“Don’t act like a prude you homewr-- ”
Carlos cut them both off with a sharp squeeze to their members’ area again. They both let out synchronised moans.
“Mm, I think you both have a lot in common.”
He finally freed Max’s fireproof shirt from his pants. “Off for me please.”
The Dutch driver immediately complied, shrugging off his race suit too. George also followed by taking his own race suit off.
“Both so alike,” Carlos murmured, reaching into their pants. He pulled both their dicks out and started stroking both of them gently. Max and George both threw their heads back against the wall with a sigh.
Carlos started slowly, punctuating his strokes with a squeeze every now and then, drawing it out. When he heard the soft whines coming from Max and the ragged breaths coming from George, he knew it was time to speed up the pace.
Both of them had long been leaking precum from their tips, which was just what Carlos needed to slick up his own palms. He worked both his wrists as he slid his hands up and down their hard cocks at a relentless pace. George started bucking up into his hand while Max was quivering against the wall.
Just as their moans were getting too loud, Carlos stopped.
“No, Carlos, please,” they begged.
“Turn for me please,” Carlos instructed, guiding them to turn towards each other. He pushed them together so their hard dicks touched, causing both to moan. Their knees nearly collapsed at the sensation and they grabbed one another for support.
“See, you two get along so well,” Carlos commented. Then he took them both in one fist and jerked them off to a shared climax.
Later, after letting both catch their breaths, Carlos helped them zip their race suits up, each other’s cum still on their chests.
“You both worked well together here,” he said as he ushered them out of his room. Max and George could only nod at one another, faces still flushed, while Carlos had already closed his door.
All in a day’s work in keeping peace in the paddock.