Our Dirty Little Secret

by WebCookie9

Summary:

Suddenly there's movement to his right caused by Lewis who turns towards him. "I know you have a nipple piercing, man. Come on." the Brit responds jokingly and Max is surprised for a few seconds about how the older knows. He just got them towards the end of last year's season and there's probably only a handful of people who know about that and Lewis is not part of that group.

Then he notices the playful glint in the older's eyes and decides if Lewis wants to play then they'll play.

"You want to see it?" He counters and leans back into his seat confidently, looking challengingly at the Brit and the other's brown eyes make Max actually forget that they're in the middle of a press conference.

Chapter 1

Notes:

It's finally done! Phew, I was really dying on using Max's and Lewis's funny exchange for a oneshot and I hope you can enjoy this one ! ^^

Max leans back into his seat and fixes his mask. It was sliding down everytime he's talking and he always has to pull it back up over his nose. It has become an automatic movement but it's still annoying and as he lets his gaze wander over the various journalists in front of him he asks himself if press conferences without masks will ever be possible again.

On the other hand though, it gives him a sense of security. He feels more relaxed that all those awfully curious people are unable to see his facial expressions.

When Max glances slightly sideways he sees Lewis sitting right next to him busy with his phone. The Brit has voiced even before the beginning of the press conference that he isn't in the mood at all for this and Max guesses the older is just counting down the seconds until he can leave.

"Lewis, what do you say about the section 5.1 of the event notes reading 'The wearing of jewelry in the form of body piercing or metal neck chains is prohibited during the competition and may therefore be checked before the start' ?"

Max scoffs internally but he also can't help the smile which forms on his face unbeknowest to everyone else. Of course they have to specifically ask Lewis about this rule. He's the only racer who proudly wears his whole piercing arsenal on full display for everyone to see but Max isn't complaining. He can't deny that those silver earrings suit the Brit very well.

He notices Lewis straightening up next to him. "Well, this really isn't anything new to me. That rule has existed since I started here and I also don't plan on removing them. They're personal to me and I think one should be allowed to be how they want to be. Besides, " he gestures at his right ear, more precisely at the arrangement of silver piercings. "these are impossible to remove.They're practically screwed tight and I would have to saw them off or something. So, they'll stay and maybe I'll just return with more." the Brit laughs towards the end and some journalists join him.

Max also has to chuckle a bit. Even though they're not always agreeing with each other Max greatly admires the older for his courage and his indomitable nature. Max likes that.

Lewis clears his throat. "There're also some piercings not a lot of people know of but that's a story for another time."

That gets Max's attention but Lewis immediatly calms the group of journalists. "Nah, I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

Max is sure the wave of speculations and gossip will be inevitible now but that one sentence gets even him to think about its truthfulness. He himself doesn't wear earrings or neck chains but he has in fact piercings which aren't visible.

"Max, what do you think about this rule?"

He fixes his mask again -it's probably a new tic of his now- "Uhm I never really thought about this rule but in my case it doesn't matter anyway. I will be too heavy if I wear more jewelry, so it's not possible. You can say I'm a virgin in this case."

Suddenly there's movement to his right caused by Lewis who turns towards him. "I know you have a nipple piercing, man. Come on." the Brit responds jokingly and Max is surprised for a few seconds about how the older knows. He just got them towards the end of last year's season and there's probably only a handful of people who know about that and Lewis is not part of that group.

Then he notices the playful glint in the older's eyes and decides if Lewis wants to play then they'll play.

"You want to see it?" He counters and leans back into his seat confidently, looking challengingly at the Brit and the other's brown eyes make Max actually forget that they're in the middle of a press conference.

"Well, if you're asking so nicely how can I say no?"

Then Lewis wiggles his eyebrows and Max has to laugh. "Fucking hell..." he snickers while trying to calm himself down. "First you gotta take me on a spaghetti dinner, then we can talk."

"Alright, noted." he hears the Brit chuckle before turning his attention back to their audience which he almost forgot about if they hadn't joined his laughing.

"So, Max you actually have a piercing."

"Yes. I didn't expect for anyone of those present" he glances over at Lewis, "to know about it though."

The rest of the press conference goes by pretty unspectecular and Max is busy with his own thoughts anyway. He likes these conversation with Lewis where they're eye to eye and he feels excitement rush through him everytime the Brit reacts to something he says.

But at the moment his thoughts are occupied with something else. How does Lewis know about his piercings?

This question follows him through the rest of the conference but was then later answered by a certain Australian visiting Max unannounced in his driver room.

"Okay Max listen...I got a message from up there." Daniel points upwards and Max raises both eyebrows and glances up at the ceiling.

"From up there?" he asks confused, "Who's up there?"

Sometimes he wonders why he's even putting up with the Australian's bullshit but then he remembers the Australian is Daniel.

"The god of wingmen, mate." Daniel grins and then crosses his arms. "I'm your wingman because of Lewis so like any good bro I'm regularly praying for your love life."

Max sighs and rubs his eyes. "Dan, you're not my wingman. Nobody asked you to be."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Max, somebody has to worry that you won't spend the rest of your life alone with cats."

Max sits down on his couch. "Cats are nice. They're not as annoying as dogs."

Daniel wags his finger at him. "Ah ah ah don't change the topic my young Dutch friend."

Max rolls his eyes. "Alright, then please enlighten me. I'm all ears."

"Okay, so yes I told Lewis about your piercings but that's part of the plan."

Max frowns at the Australian. "What plan?"

"The plan to seduce Lewis." Daniel looks at him as if he just gave Max the best present there is but Max can only stare at him for a few seconds before he burries his face in his hands.

"Oh man, fuck me..." he moans and then looks at Daniel again. "How is that going to help in any way?"

"Ah Max sometimes I forget you're only 24." Daniel looks a bit pitying at him and Max feels irritated. He doesn't like being downgraded because of his age but he knows the Australian doesn't mean it in a offending way.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just let your fantasy run free. Use your imagination."

Max looks at him for a few seconds before he reacts. "What in god's name did you smoke?"

"None of your bussiness. Anyway, let's just say you can use those piercings to your advantage." Suddenly something starts ringing, interrupting Daniel who sits up to take his phone out. He sighs when he looks at the display. "Think about it and maybe call me later. I gotta take this." the Australian gets up and leaves Max's driver room and a confused Dutch behind.

Using his piercings to his advantage? What does Daniel mean?

Using his piercings to his advantage is part of the plan to seduce...

Oh.

OH.

Had Daniel just told him in a roundabout way that Lewis maybe got the hots for his nipple piercings? That's...interesting and does totally not turn him on.

Great. Why does Daniel have to do this right before the race as if he doesn't have to concentrate on retaining the championship title. Now he can't think about anything else than Lewis looking at him with these intense dark brown eyes and wonders how Lewis would look at him if he sees his piercings.

 

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When Max hefts himself out of his car he's just glad that the qualifying is over. It had become unbearably hot towards the end on the Australian circuit and the Dutch can't wait to finally get out of his racing suit. The fireproof suit underneath almost feels like a second skin and he really wants to take a shower.

At least the results are acceptable and it also doesn't seem like he's needed by anyone from the team. He only talks to Christian for a few seconds before making his way to his driver room to change.

On the way though while he's busy tying the sleeves of his racing suit around his hips, his phone suddenly beeps and he takes it out only to see that he got a message from Daniel.

Daniel:

Come to my room. It's important.

Max sighs and turns on his heel to walk in the opposite direction, more precisely in the direction of Daniel's driver room.

He wasn't really in the mood for anything right now but Daniel is always there for him when he needs the Australian so it's only normal that Max is there when the other needs him. Besides, the Dutch was a tiny bit worried about the lack of emojis in the message. It sounded a bit too serious for a person like Daniel.

Max opens the door to Daniel's room and freezes in his tracks as the first person his eyes land on isn't the Australian. Right there on the couch sits a certain Brit absorbed in his phone.

Lewis snaps his head up at his entrance and Max notices surprise washing over his face. "Max..." the Brit says bewildered and Max is completely captured by his gaze.

After a few seconds the Dutch gulps and waves akwardly at the older. "Hey."

Why hadn't Daniel told him Lewis is here and what is he even doing here?

Judging by the black racing suit the Mercedes pilot is still wearing Max guesses he must've also come here directly after the qualifying.

"Max, glad you could make it!"

That's when Max notices Daniel and the Dutch asks himself how he hadn't noticed his friend standing next to a desk in the far corner of the room behind the couch which is vacated by Lewis.

"Uhm why am I here?"

"I was also going to ask that." Lewis throws in and looks at the McLaren pilot.

"Well, I got the brilliant idea for a motivation party." Daniel reveals with his characteristic wide smile.

"A motivation party?" Max asks confused, looking at Daniel with a frown.

"Yep. You may be wondering 'What the fuck is that?'."

"Yes, I actually do." Lewis says.

"I just thought everyone of us could use a bit of fun after uhm a quite...unsatisfying season start." Daniel clears his throat. "I just don't want to drink alone, guys. I also texted the others, so maybe we can go somewhere."

Daniel looks hopfully between them and suddenly Max feels quite bad. The Australian is a very social person and in comparison to Max needs company. Max just wants to be left alone when he's feeling down.

"Sounds good actually. I could use some distraction." Lewis's voice rips Max out of his thoughts. He looks at the Brit only to avert his eyes immediatly when he catches the older also throwing a glance at him at the same time.

Seems like he has spent all his courage on that conversation at the press conference. As soon as he's almost alone with Lewis in a room he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He pushes those thoughts away for the moment and nods at Daniel. "Alright, I'm in too."

"Perfect. I'll just look real quick where the others are but first hydration."

Max watches the Australian squatting down and opening the mini fridge next to the desk and moves closers to his friend.

"You got a Red Bull in there? I could use some."

Daniel holds a can out towards him without a word and Max grabs the cool object with a small 'thanks'.

"You want something too, Lewis?" the Australian asks.

"Nope. I'm all good, thanks."

Meanwhile Max concentrates on his drink. He opens it and an expected hissing noise escapes before he takes a gulp of the sweet sparkling liquid. Only out of the corner of his eye he notices Daniel grabbing a cold water bottle for himself. Then the Australian rises to his full height again and Max turns towards him.

"So who else did you in-" before Max can finish his question though he's interrupted by Daniel spilling half his water on his fireproof suit.

"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry, mate." Daniel winces and Max notices Lewis turning around on the couch to look at the commotion.

The Dutch looks down at himself and only feels a bit of the cold wetness through the fabric. He looks at his friend again but before he can calm Daniel he feels the Red Bull can being removed from his hand and replaced by a plastic bottle.

"Uhm okay, so you take this, it's healthier anyway, and I'll stop at your driver room to fetch you a shirt, alright? I'll be right back." the Australian rushes and practically flies past Max before he can even react.

Just as he turns around the door falls shut and he's left alone with the water bottle in his hand.

"Well, that was weird." Lewis states from the couch.

Oh yeah...alone with a water bottle in his hand and Lewis. Alone.

Suddenly Max feels his phone vibrate in the pocket of his racing suit.

Daniel:

There's no party. Sorry not sorry. Don't forget what I told you earlier and thank me later. With a beer.

PS: Small motivation boost: Your sweaty hair looks sexy

PPS: You'll buy me a new couch if something happens on there.

Max stares at the text for a few more seconds and then everything sinks in. He decides Daniel is taking this wingman role a bit too seriously.

He sighs and closes his eyes, counting backwards from 10 to refrain from cursing. The last thing he wants is for Lewis to catch on this whole theatre which is going on right under his nose.

Well, maybe he should just really use this chance to get closer to Lewis. Then he'll also know how the Mercedes pilot regards him. He has nothing to lose anyway. Except his dignity.

With the water bottle in his hand he rounds the couch and sits down on one of the armchairs so he's opposite of Lewis now. The wet upper part of his undersuit is starting to get really uncomfortable and now he would actually like to get a new shirt or change in general.

The Brit still seems to be invested in his phone so Max just clears his throat to catch the older's attention. "Uhm do you mind if I take this off?" he asks and when the Brit looks up from his phone Max gestures at the wet fabric.

He sees Lewis glancing down to where he's pointing and for a few seconds there's no reply. The Brit just stares.

"Lewis?"

That gets Lewis’s attention and his gaze shoots up to meet Max's eyes.

"Uh yeah no- I mean no of course not." Lewis replies quickly and clears his throat before focusing back on his phone.

Max doesn't question the other's reaction further. He jams the water bottel between his thighs and starts tugging on the stretchy fabric until the long sleeve top comes loose and he's able to pull it up and over his head. Meanwhile, he's totally oblivius to dark brown eyes watching him intently, literally scanning every inch of his revealed pale skin and coming to a stop at his pierced nipples.

Max can't deny he doesn't feel watched but he also isn't quite sure as the fabric blocks his sight for a few seconds. The only thing he really feels are goosebumps rising on his skin the moment he's finally free from the fireproof garment.

After he's done he folds the fabric over the armrest of his chair and leans back into the seat with closed eyes. At least he's relieved from that.

"I'm sorry."

Max opens his eyes and looks at Lewis. "Hm? For what?"

"For exposing you at the press conference. About your uhm..." the Brit gestures at his own chest. "Your piercings."

Max automatically glances down at his own chest, more precisely at his pierced nipples. The right one is a simple straight barbell and the other is a screwball ring, both made out of surgical steel.

Max waves the other off. "Don't worry about it. They would've found out anyway. I'm actually quite sure a few already knew but this one doesn't really stand out" he pointed at his right nipple with the barbell before moving to flick the screwball ring, "and I got this one only at the end of last year."

"Hurt a lot?"

"Like a bitch but it was worth it."

"They look good. Suit you."

Max looks up surprised and his heart stutters for a second when his eyes meet brown intense ones. The younger gulps. "You think so?"

"Yeah...very good," Lewis says and Max feels a shudder going down his spine at the slightly darker tone of the other's voice. It has attained a sensual and silky character, completely different from earlier when Daniel was still with them and just like that there's a shift in the atmosphere. It feels heavier, charged with electricity which strengthens the sudden presence of lust in the air.

Max normally doesn't care for compliments but from Lewis they are different. They are special and this one from the older is the confidence boost Max needs.

"Thanks." he subtly pushes his chest out a bit and notices satisfied how Lewis's gaze flickers down before quickly recovering eye contact again.

Max wouldn't admit it but he actually likes how the Brit is looking at him right now. Normally he would feel exposed like this but at the moment he just really enjoys the attention from Lewis.

"They also feel very good."

Max hopes he didn't go too far with that. Now it's pretty obvious in which direction he wants to steer this but what if he has read the signs wrong? What if Lewis isn't at all interested in him like that?

Lewis tilts his head just slightly and licks his lips and Max eyes automatically follow the movement.

"Yeah?" the Brit asks, curiosity shimmering in his eyes which suddenly seem darker than earlier.

Max only hums in reply and moves his hand to his right nipple with the barbell. "Increases the...sensitivity." he gives it a flick and bites his lip at the sudden shock of pleasure zipping through his body alwhile retaining eye contact with Lewis.

His nipples have always been sensitive and he doesn't want to say he had had ulterior motives when he got those piercings but they're actually not just for the looks.

He observes Lewis's reaction to his simple but provocative action and he can't help but let his eyes wander down the Brit's form. The zipper of the Mercedes racing suit is only a bit undone, revealing Lewis's tatooed neck and the beginnings of the black undersuit.

Even though Lewis looks very attractive in that black racing suit Max would appreciate a little less clothing and this is only confirmed when his eyes land on the subtle bulge in Lewis's pants, well hidden by the sturdy material of the suit but not to Max's eyes. It must be painful.

Max decides there isn't exactly a more obvious sign than that and when his eyes fall on the water bottle in his hand he finally gets an idea.

Standing up from the armchair, he moves closer to the Brit who watches his every move. He comes to a stop in front of the older and without a word swings one leg over Lewis's legs before taking place on the Brit's lap.

The only reaction Max gets is a slight intake of breath when he brushes over the other's covered length and it sends a shiver down Max's spine. While the Dutch makes sure to not put his whole weight on Lewis's lap he finds himself quite lost in the deep brown of Lewis's eyes. He notices the other's dilated pupils and when he feels Lewis tentatively putting his hands on his hips he knows they're on the same page now.

Even though he's still wearing his racing pants Max feels the other's touch literally burning through the fabric but it seems like Lewis is still a bit unsure whether it's okay for him to progress and Max has no problem at all in taking the reins.

He leans back, putting his weight on Lewis's thighs and unscrews the water bottle. He makes sure the Brit is watching him before pouring a bit of the remaining water over his bare chest. His breath hitches at the feeling of the cold liquid touching his skin, running down his pectorals and his stomach until they end at beginning of his pants.

He observes Lewis's gaze following the various trails of water running down his torso and just relishes in the feeling of those brown intense eyes looking at him as if he was a painting of the finest arts.

"Still not thirsty, Lewis?" he suddenly asks, breaking the silence and pulling Lewis's gaze up to his face.

The Brit gulps and Max feels the grip on his hips tightening. "I'm parched."

"Then let's change that, yeah?" Max smirks at him and pours the rest of the water over his upper body, making sure the majority would run over his already erect nipples. Without breaking eye contact he throws the empty bottle somewhere behind him.

He shuffles a bit closer and puts a hand on the back of the couch next to Lewis's head to steady himself. Then he straightens up so his chest is on eye level with the Brit's face but before he can do anything else Lewis is already moving without warning, surging forward and enclosing Max's right nipple in his hot mouth.

Max gasps at the sudden change of temperature and unconsciously pushes his chest out towards Lewis who starts to play with the bar bell piercing, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.

"Fuck, that feels good..." Max moans and his grip on the couch tightens while he just allows himself to cup Lewis's head to push him more against his chest. He removes the annoying hair tie to free the other's hair and runs his hand through Lewis's braided locks to which the older groans against his skin.

He subtly starts to move his hips against Lewis, slowly grinding against the Brit's hard length he feels through his pants and notices the hands on his hips encouraging his movements. He feels one of those warm palms sliding down and settling on his ass and starting to squeeze, eliciting another moan from Max.

"Mmm Lewis...you're so fucking good at this..." he murmurs and closes his eyes, tipping his head back to just enjoy the feeling of pure pleasure shooting through his body.

Max is so invested in the feeling of Lewis's tongue going over his skin he doesn't notice the other hand leaving his hip in favor of smoothing up his glistening side. It glides over his still wet skin until it reaches his other nipple and starts to tug gently on the metal ring. At the same time Lewis suddenly bites into his nipple, sending an electric shock through Max's body and he gasps at the feeling while instinctively tightening his hold on Lewis's hair.

"Fuck do that again please..." he breathes and starts to move a bit faster against the other. His pants feel too tight already and he just wants them gone, preferably with Lewis's. It's probably only a number of seconds before he reaches his climax, feels it building up inside him with every move.

"You're such a menace..." Lewis murmurs against his skin and Max feels goosebumps rise at the hot breath.

The Brit tugs at the bar bell with his teeth one last time before he leans back to Max's dismay and the Dutch slows down his movements to meet Lewis's eyes. They just stare at each other for a few seconds and the younger can't else but glance at Lewis's glistening lips. This look of the Brit with his open hair does something to Max he's just unable to describe.

"Who would've thought you're this dirty."

Max smirks at him. "Who would've thought you're into pierced nipples?"

Lewis chuckles, "Touché but..." he loops a finger through the screwball ring and tugs softly on it making Max shiver, "it also matters to who they're attached to."

"Yeah?" Max murmurs watching Lewis with half lidded eyes and he feels the hand on his ass giving him an appreciating squeeze.

Lewis hums and leans forward again, giving Max's right nipple a lick before enclosing it again, making Max's breath hitch and his eyes flutter shut.

"Think you can finish like this?" he hears Lewis mumbling between licks.

"Think you can make me?" Max replies breathless.

Lewis doesn't answer, instead he settles both his hands on Max's hips again and pulls him forward roughly, pressing their crotches against each other and Max immediatly resumes his grinding motion against Lewis. Unfortunately, his movements are very quickly stopped by the older enforcing his grip on his hips and Max whines frustrated.

"The fuck, Lewis?"

"Hm?" the older hums against his skin but doesn't stop his ministrations, circling Max's nipple with his tongue before tugging on the metal bar bell with his teeth again.

Max tries to move again but this turns out to be the wrong decision when Lewis suddenly stops and the Dutch looks down to meet demanding brown eyes.

"Max, be good and stop moving...I want you to come just like this."

Lewis doesn't wait for a reply and moves to attack his left nipple this time. Max immediatly arches towards him, pushing his chest against Lewis's face. He puts his arms around the older's neck and just savors the pleasure surging through his body which is steadily increasing, bringing him closer to his peak.

He wishes he can at least get some friction against his hard length and in a last attempt he just presses his crotch against Lewis's front, refraining from a rocking motion though.

"Fuck Lewis, please don't stop..." he sighs and breaks off into a moan when he suddenly feels a hand starting to twist and pinch his other unattained nipple. His tits are probably red because of the abuse but it feels so good to Max he's on the brink of seeing stars. Those piercings are just amplifying everything.

The muscles in his thighs start quivering as he approaches his climax and Lewis seems to notice this. The Brit starts to work on his nipples more persistently, one is getting twisted and tugged on while the other is being hold captive by a hot wet cavern, abused by teeth and a viscious tongue.

Never has anyone made Max feel like Lewis is making him feel right now and they aren't even having sex.

"That's so good, fuck m' close..." he moans and feels Lewis's other palm squeezing his hip while the older relentlessly plays with his chest.

When Max finally comes it completely knocks the breath out of him. It only takes a bite and a quite rough tug on his nipple and Max mouth falls open in a silent moan when suddenly a wave of euphoria washes over him, hitting him like a train. Instinctively his hips start jerking against Lewis until he slowly starts to come down from his high.

He tries to catch his breath for a few seconds and just stares at the ceiling and it's almost unreal how relaxed he feels all of a sudden. Like all the stress and tiredness of the day has fallen off the second he fell victim to one of the most intense orgasms in his life. At the moment he doesn't even care about the uncomfortable wet feeling in his pants.

When he feels a hand smooth up his side, stroking his skin he finally tilts his head down to be confronted with a grinning Lewis.

"Good?" the older asks and Max feels a blush coloring his cheeks.

"That...was fucking fantastic." Max breathes and Lewis chuckles, continuing to stroke Max's side with his thumb.

Max smiles at Lewis, heady aftermath of the orgasm still dominating his mind and suddenly he has the urge to be even closer to the older. It's like those brown eyes are hypnotizing him, pulling him in and he slowly inches closer, staring at Lewis's full lips.

He leans in until they are only a few inches apart and notices Lewis also tilting his head towards him. It feels like it happens in slow motion and Max hesitates at first before giving in. He just stops thinking and closes the gap between them, the last thing he sees before his eyes flutter shut are Lewis's brown ones.

The first touch of Lewis's lips against his own sends a tingling feeling down Max's spine and he cups the older's head to keep him close. It's sweet, loving Max would say and after a few seconds they part again.

They stay close to each other but Max leaves his eyes shut for another moment, only feeling Lewis's nose brushing against his and the breath of the older on his skin. It's completely silent for a few more seconds before Max slowly opens his eyes again and stares directly into Lewis's dark ones. Like this he can make out all the different shades of brown.

"Is this okay?" he whispers against Lewis's lips and only gets a breathy chuckle in return.

"Yeah...more than okay." Lewis smiles and this time it's him who initiates the kiss.

Max immediatly presses against the Brit, not planning on playing a passive role and returns the kiss. He feels Lewis licking over his lips and it sends a warm wave rushing through his body, the atmosphere around them starting to get heavier again.

The sensation of Lewis's warm palms stroking over his skin and settling on the small of his back makes Max shiver and he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss, turning it from sweet to heated. Their tongues meet and it's provoking a certain kind of feeling, a fire inside Max he didn't even know he could feel. It's unexplainable to him, foreign, and this excites him even more.

Lewis groans softly into the kiss and Max relishes in the sound he's able to coax out of the older. Their exchange becomes more passionate, attaining a more sensual and arousing nature. He feels Lewis's fingertips pressing into his skin and the touch is pleasantly hot.

They both don't even think about air. At the moment something like taking a second to breathe doesn't exist, the thought of parting from each other is miles away while their kissing starts to turn more urgent. Their teeth occasionally make contact with each other and when Lewis bites at his bottom lip, tugging on it gently Max starts working on Lewis's racing suit.

While he engages the older in another kiss he blindly grabs the zipper and pulls it down, revealing more of the black fireproof undersuit. He smooths his hands up the Brit's strong chest and over his shoulders trying to push the Mercedes suit off before he starts tugging at the thinner fireproof material. He wants to see everything of Lewis, feel every inch of his skin against his own but before he can continue with his plan familiar hands take hold of his wrists, stopping his movements.

Then Lewis breaks the kiss and it's like this bubble around them suddenly bursts, snapping Max out of his lust driven mind.

They stare at each other, almost breathing each other's air while trying to catch their breath. Then Max looks down at their hands and realization dawns on him.

He feels embarrassment hitting him like a bucket of cold water, drowning every feeling from earlier. He obviously went too far and now everything is going to be awkward between them. Why doesn't he ever know when it's enough?

"I-I'm so sorry. I'll-" he avoids Lewis's gaze and gulps, trying to collect himself and the little bit of dignity he has still left. "I'll just leave." he mumbles and immediatly moves to get up, wanting to get out of the situation as fast as possible.

He rises from his sitting position but before he can even stand properly on his own two feet he's suddenly pulled back down on Lewis's lap again who hasn't let go of his wrists.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lewis asks him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"I-I thought we were going to...you know." Max glances down between them before looking at the other's face again. He feels heat creeping up his cheeks. Normally he doesn't mince words and is able to talk about anything without shame but when he's in Lewis's presence it's like he's inhibited.

He clears his throat nervously, "I thought we were on the same page here but we're clearly not and that's okay. We can just pret-"

"Hey hey hey Max, calm down." Lewis gently interrupts him, trying to soothe the nervous Dutch and Max feels thumbs stroking wrists.

"We're not going to pretend anything." Lewis states assuringly. "We're 100% on the same page but I don't think this is a good idea right now."

Max feels dissapointment overpowering the embarrassment. "So what do we do now? Should this be like a one time thing or something?"

He hopes that this isn't the case and looks expectantly at Lewis.

"God no, that's not why I stopped you." Lewis shakes his head and Max has never felt more relieved in his life but this doesn't exactly explain much.

He frowns and Lewis inhales before he continues, "I like you, Max. And I don't want this between us moving too fast."

Max's eyes widen at the confession and he's speechless for a few seconds before he replies, "You like me?"

"Yeah." Lewis's chuckles. "I like you and believe me I really didn't want to stop you." then Lewis's expression changes to a more serious one. "I think in our case it's better to look where this will go and not rush head first into something. I don't want you to get hurt."

Max feels giddy all of a sudden which is actually quite foreign to him and in his euphoria he pulls Lewis into a kiss who reciprocates without missing a beat. It's simple and only lasts a few seconds but it feels all the more special.

When they part Max leans his forehead against Lewis's. "I like you too." he whispers against the other's lips and watches a smile appearing on his face.

"So you gonna accept my invitation to that spaghetti dinner?" Lewis murmurs and lets go of Max's one wrist to place it on the younger's hip again.

"Mhm. Good thing we're going to Italy next." Max hums and shifts a bit closer on Lewis's lap. That's when he suddenly remembers something.

"Can I suck you off?"

Lewis stills. "What?"

Max rolls his eyes with a smile, the tension from a few minutes prior gone. "Can I suck you off? Can I blow you?"

"I understood you the first time, I just didn't expect it."

"Can I?" he gives Lewis a quick peck. "Please? Otherwise it's unfair and it looked a bit painful earlier." Max glances down for a second, internally wincing at imagining the feeling before he looks at Lewis again. "Besides, I'd really like to." he murmurs and Lewis visibly gulps.

"Do I actually have a choice then?"

"No." Max just replies satisfied and gets off of Lewis's lap to settle between his legs.

Lewis chuckles and shakes his head, running a hand through his braided hair. While Max pulls the zipper down until the end at the older's crotch Lewis slips out of the upper part of the racing suit. Then he pushes the pants together with the fireproof underpants down a bit until his boxers are revealed to Max and the Dutch doesn't need an invitiation to continue further.

Max notices the Brit relaxing as soon as the pressure of the tight racing suit and the fireproof suit is lifted off of his erection and he doesn't want to leave him hanging any longer.

He pulls the black boxers down until Lewis's cock finally springs free but Max suddenly stops dead in his tracks and just stares.

For a few seconds there's nothing but silence and Max just can't bring himself to look away from Lewis's cock.

"Holy fuck..." he breathes.

Lewis actually has a pierced dick and just the fact knocks Max completely off his feet. It's a barbell which goes directly through the underside of the head of Lewis's cock and Max is no specialist but even he knows a Prince Albert piercing when he sees one.

Max swallows hard and licks his lips. As stupid as it sounds he has never been this close to a pierced cock and the first thing he thinks about is how it would feel inside him, moving and hitting all the right spots. Just looking at it gets him turned on right away and this is probably how Lewis felt when Max was displaying his pierced nipples.

He chances a glance up at Lewis who looks right back at him with an amused smirk on his face.

Then Lewis lifts a hand up and presses a finger against his lips. "Shh that's our dirty little secret..."

Notes:

I'm thinking about adding a second part with actual smut but it's just a thought...
Thank you so much for reading and let me know what you think! <3

Chapter 2

Notes:

Bonjour!
So, I finally finished this chapter and totally unexpectedly it evolved into this monster...ANYWAY, it's finally done and I hope it's fulfilling everyone's expectations. <3
This chapter plays two weeks after the first chapter. (if anyone is wondering why they're in Italy.)
Ngl it was very painful to watch poor Lewis in Imola (:c) so I'm really happy Miami went better for him! ^^
I hope he'll be at the front again soon, like i need some action between him and Max. xD
Alright, let me shut up and please enjoy!

Max is sure if he just leaves through the box nobody would notice him. The mass of mechanics rushing around to tend to his car are all busy with themselves and therefore shouldn't pay attention to him. He just has to dodge the press teams which are mingling around the pit lane.

"Max Verstappen, do you have a moment?"

And there goes his chance of disappearing and he turns around to see the skysport team approaching him. 

"Uh yeah, of ocurse."

Immediatly three microphones are put in his face and he can't deny that he doesn't feel a bit threatened. 

"It looked like you were practically flying over the track out there today. Did you also feel like that? Was it this easy?"

"Well, everything just went really good. The car was perfect, the team worked good together and the strategies went flawless. This weekend was definitely a refreshing change in comparison to the other ones."

The blonde woman, who seems to be responsible for asking the questions, smiles at him and he automatically returns it. He doesn't want to seem rude even though he doesn't feel like smiling at all.

"Was it a nice moment passing the Mercedes of Lewis Hamilton to lap it?"

Max feels his smile drop immediatly as fast as it had come. Sometimes he really can't believe the audacity some people have but here is this woman asking him about how it was to practically humilate a seven time world champion he had come to respect. Whether she knows what he's thinking about Lewis or not, asking him this question at a live broadcast was more than inappropriate. Max doesn't care if she's only doing her job.

Irritated he crosses his arms but tries to not to let his anger show and smiles tight lipped at the journalist. Right now a face mask would come in handy. "I didn't feel anything special, it just happened. It wasn't anything exciting."

He knows this question would've established a basis for this woman to continue giving him more chances to assert his dominance which would mean in reverse kicking Lewis who was already on the ground and he can't do that. He doesn't want that.

It was probably wrong of him to think like this about his rival. To consider Lewis's well being but he doesn't want this strong rivalry between them from 2021 getting revived. 

Since their...sinful encounter two weeks prior in Australia Max hasn't been able to think of anything else than the Brit. He wants to feel this animalistic excitement again. He hungers to experience this pleasure again -his nipples still tingle when he just thinks about that memory- but to Max's dismay there has been complete radio silence between them since that day. They haven't exchanged a single word and Max doesn't know why but he feels disappointed...hurt. He has actually looked forward to go out with Lewis but the older had probably just said that to be nice.

The feeling of happiness he had because of the win has evaporated completely and he just wants to get to his driver room so he answers the woman's last few questions as quickly as possible before he's finally able to go on his way again. He's still feeling sticky all over from the champagne shower and wants to take an actual shower.

On his way though he changes his mind and makes his way over to the Mercedes station and to his luck he catches George who's about to enter the building.

"George! George, hey wait!" he calls and jogs up to the Brit while ignoring the weird glances from the Mercedes staff around them.

George frowns at first but it changes to a smile when he sees Max. "Hey, man! Congratulations on your win!"

Max accepts the handshake and the clap on his shoulder from the other. "Thanks, mate. You did well too."

George shrugs. "Well, I try but I know I got lucky. Thank you though."

"Don't be so humble you drove fucking good."

"Dude, that car is killing my back let me tell you. I definitely need a chiropractic. Anyway, did you need something?"

Max chances a look around them and when he doesn't notice anyone paying attention to them he leans in a bit. "Uhm this may sound confusing but I need to talk to Lewis."

Geroge frowns at him. "To Lewis?" the young Brit crosses his arms, "What do you need from him if you don't mind me asking."

"Uhm it's-well, it's private."

George narrows his eyes and squares his shoulders. "Please don't take this the wrong way but I don't think Lewis is in any condition to talk to aynone right now and especially not to you. You have to understand."

Even though the Brit hadn't wanted to offend him it hurts that people think they have to protect Lewis from him but somehow he also gets it. There's no one except Daniel who knows about his attraction towards the older Mercedes pilot and he's actual quite glad Lewis has someone as loyal as George as his teammate. 

But the answer of the other also worries him. How bad must Lewis feel that George is this protective? Now Max just has to talk to Lewis and he won't leave until his wish is granted. Unfortunately, he needs George to get him inside otherwise he'll be thrown out immediatly by some Mercedes employee.

"I promise I won't cause any trouble. It's not even about the race. I just want to make sure he's okay and ask him something." he tries to sound as sincerely as possible and when George just continues looking at him critically he adds, "Please?"

George shakes his head again. "Right now is not a good time, Max. He's with Toto at the moment and that can take a while. I'm sorry, mate."

Max realizes he can't do anything against that and sighs, "Alright. Still thanks though." 

George nods at him. "No problem."

Defeated Max walks away. There's no reason for him to make a scene and besides he doesn't even have the right to.

As soon as he's in the vicinity of his own room in the RB motorhome he allows himself to try to relax and leans against the closed door. 

Why is everything so difficult? He only wants to talk to Lewis but right now a normal conversation between them would be impossible with how bad the Brit is fairing and Max can't do anything about it.

He closes his eyes and just stays like this for a few seconds until the sticky feeling on his skin from the champagne just becomes too annyoing to be further ignored. He opens his eyes and coincidentally the first thing they land on is a water bottle resting on the desk in the corner of his room.

He doesn't know where it's coming from as he mostly runs on Red Bull during races but if it's already here he's going to make use of it. Walking over, he grabs it and unscrews the cap before taking a gulp. Then he just pours the whole bottle over his head, relishing in the clear liquid running over his scalp and down his face.

Surprisingly or not this whole thing suddenly reminds him of his time with Lewis in Daniel's driver room and anger consumes him. He looks down at the bottle in his hand and makes a fist, the crackling sound the plastic makes not satisfying him in the slightest and out of frustration he throws the poor water bottle against the wall.

Why is Lewis doing this to him? At first telling him he doesn't want to hurt him and they should do this slowly and then there's nothing for weeks. Since Australia there hadn't been a single exchange of words between them and this is just fucking with his head.

He leans against his desk and closes his eyes when suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out and when he sees the ID he just scoffs.

George:

Hey, if you still want to talk to Lewis he'll be in his room until 6 pm. There also shouldn't be much Mercedes staff around at that time.

He places his phone on the desk and runs a hand through his wet hair. At least he's mostly relieved from the stickiness but a shower would be nice nonetheless.

He rounds his couch and throws himself on it, immediatly feeling his muscles thanking him. Sometimes sleep is the only way to escape from every problem and besides it's just the best feeling of all being able to do this after a long exhausting race. He doesn't have to leave for his hotel immediatly so he waits until the fatigue consumes him, making his eyes fall shut.

 

---

 

"Fuck Lewis...didn't know you like my tits so much..." Max sighs while he feels Lewis licking over his bar bell piercing. 

"Love them." He hears the older mumble against his skin and suddenly those two warm palms which were caressing his hips grab the underside of his thighs and Max finds himself being picked up before he's thrown on his back on the couch, landing with a surprised huff.

He spreads his legs a bit to accomodate Lewis but stills when he catches intense dark brown eyes. Lewis equally just stares back at him and when Max sees his gaze flickering down to his lips he cups the Brit's neck to pull him into a kiss.

Max feels a lick of heat in his stomach when Lewis kisses back without missing a beat and a weak moan escapes him when the older's tongue invades his mouth. The sound is swallowed by Lewis who tilts his head and Max feels heady, all of his senses focused on the Brit.

There's a hand smoothing down his side, at first over his bare torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind before wandering over his racing suit clothed hip and then settling on the outside of his thigh. The touch feels hot, burning through the fabric and Max understands it as encouragement to wrap his legs around the older's middle.

The hand on his thigh starts to squeeze and massage and Max can't help another moan from escaping which is drowned right away in between their lips. Even though he's half naked he feels like he's on fire, every touch of Lewis's lips sending an electric shock through his body and he yearns to be even closer to the older.

They're literally devouring each other, neither of them wanting to play a passive role and the Dutch tightens his legs around Lewis causing their crotches to be pressed against each other which elicits a groan from Lewis and a gasp from Max.

"MAX!"

Max's eyes abruptly fly open and he jerks up causing him to fall off the couch with a yelp.

"Fuck..." he groans and rights himself up on the ground only to see an amused Daniel leaning over the back of the couch, looking at him with a grin.

"Dan, what the hell?" he grumbles still feeling slightly groggy from just having woken up.

"Dreaming of your knight in shining armor I see." 

Max immediatly feels heat shoot up in his cheeks and averts his eyes. "Stop talking bullshit. I was not." he mumbles while settling himself on the couch again. "I was sleeping perfectly fine."

"Yeah you were sleeping perfectly fine with someone, alright. Max, you were moaning so hard one could think you were trying to outperform every new applicant for pornhub."

Great, now Lewis is not only haunting his conscious mind but also the unconscious part and he can't do anything about it.

He notices the couch dipping next to him.

"You want to talk about it?" 

Max scoffs, "I don't know what we should talk about."

Daniel sighs, "Max, I don't want to mock you or anything. I'm your friend and I really just want to help you and offer my many years of experience because these kind of dreams are sometimes caused by sexual frustration. Australia didn't go as planned?"

Max runs a hand through his hair and finally looks at the Australian. "It did go well but that's the fucked up thing. We haven't talked since then and I don't get it." he clears his thoat, "We didn't fuck if that's what you mean. Lewis said that he wants to take things slow, that it's better in our case to see where this will go and I understand it but now it feels like he just said that to not hurt my feelings..."

"Ah it can never go fast enough for you young whippersnappers."

Max rolls his eyes. "It's not about me being impatient. I just feel confused, betrayed...i don't know. Just tell me you don't want anything more than a blowjob. Rather direct and honest than pitying and painful, you know?"

Daniel nods. "I get you but I can't imagine Lewis pulling something off like that. Don't forget, you both are part of teams who don't exactly have the best relationship with each other so maybe that's why he's cautious."

Well, that would at least be one reason Max guesses but in the end it's only a speculation and he won't know for sure until he directly talks to Lewis. That's when he suddenly remembers something.

"Daniel, how late is it?"

The Australian frowns confused before taking a look at his watch. "Uh it's 5.30."

Okay, so it's not too late. If he wants to finally find clearance this is probably his last chance. Their next race in Miami will be in two weeks again and Max can't go through a second period of waiting.

"Alright uhm I'm really sorry but I have to take care of something." he stands up and leaves a baffled Daniel on his couch.

"Uhm okay? Good luck? Just don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Will do! Thanks!" he replies without looking back and before he knows it he's leaving the Red Bull building and approaching the Mercedes station for a second time this day, the only difference the lack of Merc staff bustling around at the entrance.

As soon as he's near enough, the doors swish open and he enters. To his relief there's actually nobody and Max guesses there's probably a meeting going on. But just as quickly he's proven wrong when he suddenly hears footsteps and sees a woman emerging from a hallway to his right who Max immediatly recognizes as Lewis's physiotherapist.

Angela scans him from head to toe and Max has a feeling the task of getting to Lewis just became way more difficult.

"Can I help you?" she asks him while approaching.

Max scratches the back of his head, feeling uncomfortably out of place. "Uhm I want to talk to Lewis if that is possible...please." he adds just to be sure.

"Of course, no problem. Just go straight down that hallway. His room is the last one on the right. I think George is with him right now," she tells him without batting an eyelash, gesturing behind her.

Max hadn't expected to be granted his wish so easily and especially not by Angela who first and foremost was responsible for keeping any problems away from Lewis.

"Go before I change my mind." she pulls him out of his surprised state.

He thanks her quickly and moves along, entering the deserted hallway. Seems like luck is on his side but when he's just halfway away from Lewis's supposed door he hears something which makes him stop in his tracks.

"Holy- Lewis, that feels really nice."

That was a moan. A moan from George coming from Lewis's room if Max's ears don't deceive him. His heart rate speeds up and when he nears the door he notices it's just very slightly ajar. That would explain the clear sound.

"Good like this?"

Max's breath hitches when he hears Lewis's amused voice. He knows he shouldn't eavesdrop but right at the moment he's way to invested in thinking what's going on in Lewis's room. Are they...?

"Very...Can you go a bit deeper?"

A few seconds of silence.

"Better?" Lewis asks and Max can only register a humming noise from George. 

He doesn't exactly know how he should handle this situation. Right now he's just kind of shocked. Right now he can only imagine the worst thing possible going on in there between Lewis and George.

"Yes that's good...maybe a bit harder, I'm not made out of glas."

Another few seconds of silence.

"Oh god yeah...aw yeah that's fantastic..."

Before Max knows it he suddenly barges into the room cutting off the stream of moans. "What the fuck is-" he starts enraged, prepared to really just catch Lewis going down on George but what he actually sees makes him cut off his own sentence out of sheer surprise.

"...going on here." he trails off when he sees George fully clothed lying on his front on Lewis's couch and said older Mercedes driver leaning over him with both hands on the younger Brit's lower back. George's black Mercedes shirt is slightly rucked up and Max realizes Lewis was giving the other just a massage.

Both Mercedes drivers look up at him and now he feels stupid.

"Max?" Lewis asks bewildered, breaking the uncomfortable silence caused by his sudden entrance.

Max lets go of the doorhandle his hand had been gripping tightly until now and just wishes a hole would appear in the floor he can jump into. "Uhm I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you but I see you're busy." his gaze wanders over to George who's now standing up.

"Don't worry, Max, I was about to leave anyway." the younger Brit says and stretches a bit. "Thanks for the massage. My back feels way better already." he tells Lewis with a grateful smile.

The older just waves him off. "Don't mention it."

"Alright you guys, I'll see you around the grid." George says, clapping Max's shoulder when he moves past him before leaving the room.

Max's heartbeat speeds up again at being alone with Lewis and he doesn't really know how he should go about this but suddenly he's angry.

"So you can have fun with George but can't talk to me for two full weeks?" he asks Lewis irritated and crosses his arms.

"What?" 

"You heard me. Why didn't you just tell me you wanted something quick then I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Max continues but Lewis's face stays calm except for a frown which appears and it irritates the younger only more.

"You think I'm such an asshole I would play with your feelings?"

The question surprises Max a bit but he tries not to show it so he just shrugs. "What am I supposed to think? First you tell me you like me and then I don't hear anything for the next two weeks."

"Max, it's not easy right now. You have to understand I have my reasons and there were things during those two weeks I had to concentrate on fully."

Max scoffs, "Yeah right...things. Just stop being a fucking coward and tell me you don't want anything more so I can continue. This is just plain on hypocritic. You told me you don't want to hurt me but you still do it!"

As soon as he finished his rant he knows he shouldn't have said all that but he can't take it back now. He's much too upset.

"Leave, Max." 

He looks at Lewis a bit caught off guard and is rewarded with any icy glare and an unreadable expression. It doesn't look like there's any way to continue this discussion and the younger knows he has fucked up.

"Fine..." he huffs and turns around.

He doesn't slam the door shut but closes it louder than necessary on his way out. He has never been good at solving problems and avoiding fights.

 

---

 

"Alright, let me just do the call, then we'll see what I can do." the woman at the reception tells him and grabs the phone on the desk.

Max sighs relieved. His arms are starting to fall asleep because of holding two pizzas for this long but he's just really glad he was able convince the receptionist to call Lewis.

After their heated conversation at the Imola grid Max had immediatly felt bad. Of course Lewis has much more important things on his mind right now than caring about Max.

The Dutch knows Mercedes still has a lot of problems and it's only normal for someone ambitious like Lewis to spend his whole time and thoughts on improving the team's situation. Max doesn't even want to know how much pressure weighs on the Brit's shoulders. It had been unfair of Max to accuse Lewis of not being honest with him when he himself is just too stupid to see what really troubles the older. He just hopes he can talk to him and get things right again.

"Good evening Mr. Hamilton, I'm deeply sorry for disturbing you but here's a Mr. Verstappen at the reception requesting to meet you...Yes Max Verstappen...Yes, I'll tell him...Of course, which champagne would you like? Mhm okay...with two glasses..., it will be shortly delivered to your suite. Do you need anything else?....Alright, please feel free to call again if you change your mind. Have a nice evening, sir."

She hangs up the phone and smiles at Max. "Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Hamilton is expecting you in his suite. Please excuse this complication but you have to understand one of our top priorities is to ensure our guests' security and safety."

"Of course, I understand."

"I'm glad." she nods and shows him a card with the logo of the hotel on it. "This card allows you to enter the premises of the hotel and lets you use the elevators. Just hold it in front of the scanners and wait until a green light appears. Do you have any questions?"

"Uh no, thank you very much."

"Alright, here you go. Top floor, penthouse suite number 441. Just use the elevator over there." she points left and Max sees the wine red doors through the glass wall which seperates the lobby from the rest of the hotel. "And enjoy your pizza."

He looks down at said food and sighs, "I hope I will. I have something to make up for."

"Oh then good luck with that." she smiles at him and he can't help but return it.

She hands him the card and he takes it with a quick 'thanks'. For a few seconds he's just relieved that he made it this far as he actually thought he would be immediatly thrown out of this hotel. He knows the etiquette of these high end hotels is very strict as he's a frequent guest himself so he's really just grateful that this woman has let him past even though he probably looks like a pizza delivery guy.

As soon as he's in the elevator he feels a wave of nervousness rolling over him and his heartbeat speeds up. Judging by the phone call Lewis isn't as opposed to talking to him as Max had originally thought but now the Dutch doesn't know what to expect. 

Nevertheless, there's no time left to think as the elevator suddenly dings, pulling him out of his thoughts. The doors open to reveal a hallway, floor clad in a red carpet and walls a light sandy yellow with creamy beige accents.

He steps out and slowly passes each door, looking for the right number until he stands in front of a white door with a golden plate reading '441' staring right back at him.

He gulps and stands still for a few seconds before he finally knocks and then waits while balancing the pizzas on one hand. The silence after that lasts a bit too long in his opinion and he wonders if this is really Lewis's room. 

Suddenly the door clicks open and Lewis is in front of him, only clad in a white bathrobe and the beautiful contrast to his skin blows Max's mind. He doesn't know what to say and lets his eyes travel down the Brit's front but they don't get far. Instead they're immediatly stuck on the exposed tatooed skin of the older's chest.

Max's gaze snaps back up to Lewis's face when the older clears his throat and to the Dutch's suprise the Brit is looking at him amused with a raised eyebrow. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The younger clears his throat. "Uhm I want to apologize. I was a real asshole and I shouldn't have accused you of leading me on. I know you would never do something like this and I should've never called you a coward. I was-I was just so angry because there was suddenly nothing and it only occured to me now that you have way more important things on your mind at the moment. I should've known but I'm just a fucking idiot. I'm sorry."

There are a few seconds of silence before Lewis sighs, "I should be sorry, Max, not you. I could've handled the situation way better and it was unfair how I left you alone- I mean I even told you I don't want you to get hurt. If anything it's my fault but I want you to know that I was serious when I said I wanted to take you out." Lewis crosses his arms and looks down at the pizzas in his hands. "You know, you're greatly embarrassing me by beating me to it."

Max feels the tension leaving his body slowly at the easy tone of the Brit. "Uhm well, I know it's not the agreed spaghetti dinner but at least it's vegan. Promise."

Lewis raises both eyebrows this time. "You got me a vegan pizza?"

"Uh yeah? Not good?"

"No no that's awesome." Lewis quickly reassures him. "I'm just wondering from where in all of Italy you got a vegan pizza." then he's opening the door further and gestures for Max to enter. "Come in. I'm starving."

Well, that went smoother than Max had thought and trails after Lewis, entering the huge main room. There's a king sized bed with neatly done expensive looking covers, a set of chairs and a table right in front of a wall of floor to ceiling windows revealing a balcony overlooking Bologna but the supposed highlight of the room is the whirlpool in the corner, bordered by beige marble.

"This room is definitely not lacking anything." Max says while letting his gaze wander around until it comes to a halt on Lewis who has stopped next to the table.

"Yeah well, if the racing doesn't go as planned I'll at least make my stay as pleasurable as possible." Lewis says while leaning back against the table and it feels like his gaze is practically piercing Max.

The way Lewis looks at him makes Max feel like they were back in Daniel's room in Australia. It makes him remember how Lewis had played with his nipples to his heart's content until the Dutch had reached a whole different universe. The way the older had been able to push all the right buttons even though they had never engaged in something like that before and Max wants that again. He needs it again.

A sudden knocking sound makes both of them snap out of their staring contest and Lewis pushes off the table and walks towards the door. "Must be the champagne. You can put those on the table." he tells Max while passing him, gesturing at the pizzas. "And make yourself at home!" he calls before disappearing from the main room.

Seems like Lewis noticed his nervousness and here Max had thought he had kind of built himself a confident reputation regarding what he had pulled off in Australia to seduce the older. Well, he has to look at the facts, his reputation, preceded by his bad temper, isn't anything to be proud of anyway in his opinion.

"Max?"

He snaps his head up at being adressed and looks at Lewis who stands next to a silver serving trolley with a white table cloth carrying a champagne bucket filled to the brim with ice cubes surrounding the desired bottle. There are also the two ordered glasses and it looks like something straight out of a magazine for luxury hotels which really shouldn't surprise Max.

"Max, is everything okay? It doesn't look like you moved an inch." Lewis says, seeming to scan Max's face for any sign of uneasiness.

"Uh yeah no, I'm good don't worry." Max waves him off and starts to walk towards the table, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat accelerates while he passes Lewis, and sets the pizzas on the table. Fortunately, they still feel warm. "It's probably the sporadic weather. Makes me feel drowsy."

"Well, good that I ordered this then." Lewis chuckles and when Max turns around the Brit has already grabbed the champagne and the two glasses.

It feels like the temperature in the room has just risen a few degrees and Max asks himself if the belt of Lewis's bathrobe has come a bit loose because now he can see a lot more of the lion tattoo than earlier. Even the 'Powerful beyond measure' one across the collarbone has become completely visible.

"I hope this is okay or do you rather want wine? Anything else? I can order it, no problem." Lewis asks while holding out a glass towards Max.

"No no it's okay, I'm not that picky. I trust your taste." he smiles at Lewis and takes the offered glass "Thanks."

He's not really a specialist in the alcohol department and at the moment he doesn't really care if the champagne is good or bad, he just needs liquid courage to seem at least a bit confident. 

He doesn't know how he had pulled off that brazen attitude back in Australia when he had just taken place on Lewis's lap like he belonged there and on top of that had sucked him off. God, Max wants to see that piercing again. It had felt so smooth against his tongue but remembering it doesn't really do anything for him. He needs the real thing.

"First have a taste. Then you can thank me." Lewis says and starts to rip off the golden wrapping.

Meanwhile, Max decides to take off the zip hoodie he has been wearing until now. He hadn't had time to stop at his hotel to change before going to Lewis because that just would've taken too long so he had to settle for the things he had brought to the paddock which were a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and the black hoodie. At least he was able to shower there to be somewhat present.

"So, I'm not going to lie. I was really pissed off earlier after the race and you just caught me at a very bad moment." Lewis tells him while removing the bronze wire wrapped around the cork.

Max can't help but scoff, "Yeah, a moment with George."

He doesn't even know why he said that but it just slipped out and now he's feeling irritated again. They had talked about it earlier and nothing has happened between the two Mercedes pilots anyway so why did he have to bring it up again? Even if something would've happened between Lewis and George Max wouldn't be able to do much. He has no right simply as that.

Not meeting Lewis's gaze, who has stopped working on the bottle, he puts his hoodie over the back of one of the chairs and takes his glass from the table again. He looks at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, internally refusing to meet the other's eyes. He knows he's being childish but he just can't help it.

"Max, I just gave him a massage because his back hurt. I don't know if you noticed but the car is bouncing more than a kangaroo. The whole season is frustrating me and I feel like an asshole anyways for leaving you hanging after Australia. I just hope you understand that I had to invest my whole time into the team. It's my duty and I can't just refuse whenever I like."

The sudden pop of the champagne bottle which echoes around the room makes Max look up and that's when he notices how close Lewis suddenly is. The older takes the glass from his hands and expertly fills it with the clear golden liquid before handing it back to Max. Then he proceeds to pour the champagne into his own glass before placing the bottle back in the ice bucket.

"I told you I like you and I meant it. It's just a bit complicated because of the current situation but I want you to know that I don't joke about something like that." the Brit clears his throat. "Let's just forget our jobs for once and enjoy this evening. Tonight we're not Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, we're just Max and Lewis, alright?" Lewis raises his glass and looks expectantly at the younger.

"Sounds good." Max nods with a smile and equally raises his flute and a soft clinking sound emerges when their glasses touch.

It really sounds good to just forget about the stress of being a formula 1 driver and Max believes he really can do that in Lewis's presence. To just let go.

He also hadn't known how much he longed to hear Lewis voice his affection towards him again until this very moment and he feels a weak heat coloring his cheeks while a warm sensation spreads over his body.

The champagne is a nice mix of sweetness and sourness, making his tongue tingle and he savors the bubbly liquid, hoping the alcohol will enter his system soon. 

"I know you wouldn't joke about something like that. I'm just-" Max says after a sip, breaking off mid sentence and sighs while rubbing his eyes. "I'm just stupid. I'm sorry..."

"Well, it sounded more like you were jealous."

Max's head snaps up at that and he's surprised to see a smirk gracing Lewis's lips and immediatly averts his eyes embarrassed, taking a huge gulp of his drink before opening his mouth. "I-I was not."

"You sure?" Lewis asks, taking a step closer and Max practically senses their close proximity even though he's not directly looking at the Brit.

"There's no reason for you to be jealous, Max. I thought of you every single day." Lewis murmurs and Max looks up at him surprised. He hadn't expected this straightforwardness.

Lewis inches even closer and Max almost doesn't notice the Brit is slowly caging him in until he suddenly feels the edge of the table bumping against his behind. There's almost no space left between them and Max feels paralyzed both from the closeness as well as Lewis's intense dark gaze. 

Up this close he can't else but marvel at the older's beauty. This flawless skin, the perfectly styled stubble rounding up the look making Lewis look only more handsome if that's even possible and of course the silver earrings, a perfect contrast against the dark skin just like the bathrobe. 

Max gulps and for a moment his gaze flickers down to the other's lips. There's this pull, the need to be as close as possible and he wants to feel that same tingling sensation again he had experienced with their first kiss in Australia.

"Besides..." Lewis murmurs and tilts his head towards Max until their faces are only a few centimeters apart and their noses brush against each other. "You know something others don't." 

As soon as he notices Lewis moving to close the gap between them Max's eyes fall shut. It happens automatically and gives the soft touch of Lewis's lips against his own only a more expressive sensation. He concentrates on that feeling and the warmth of the other's body but before he can actually reciprocate the Brit already pulls away.

Max follows after him but just meets air and when his flutter open again he's confronted with a grinning Lewis.

"I told you it's our dirty little secret, remember?" the Brit whispers and nudges Max's nose with his and whatever cologne Lewis seems to be wearing is the only thing he can smell.

Without thinking, Max cups Lewis's head with his free hand and surges forward to find the other's lips again. He presses forward insistently and his hand moves to cup Lewis's neck to pull him closer. Lewis groans into the kiss and Max shivers at the low sound. He wants to hear more of it and licks over the older's lips trying to coax his tongue out.

Their kissing is intoxicating him so much he barely notices the champagne flute being removed from his hand but as soon as it happens he wraps his arm around Lewis's neck and feels two hands coming to rest on his hips, smoothing over the material of his jeans. He immediatly fists the fluffy white fabric of the bathrobe and just wants to rip it off to feel that heavenly smooth skin against his own.

It feels just like their first exchange and this time Max hopes they won't stop. If they continue further he doesn't think he'll be able to anyway. 

Tilting his head he tries to involve Lewis in a deeper kiss and feels a warm shiver going down his spine when their tongues meet. Without interrupting, Max pushes off the table and starts to move them towards the bed, still having a kind of idea where it is situated in the room even though his eyes are closed.

Whether Lewis recognizes his goal or not Max isn't quite sure but the older lets himself be led. Well, it's more of a clumsy walk as both of them don't want to break the kiss and for a few seconds he actually forgets where he wants to go when he feels Lewis's warm palms smoothing over his hips and then to his ass, giving it an appreciating squeeze. 

Max moans against the older's lips at the action and the sound is immediatly drowned in another open mouthed kiss while the Dutch tightens his hold around Lewis's neck. 

It seems like Lewis got his idea because during the few seconds he's disoriented he suddenly feels the edge of the bed against the back of his knees and then the Brit gives him a gentle push. 

With a surprised huff and a bounce he lands on his back on the soft covers and just stares at Lewis while trying to catch his breath. His lips tingle from the rough kissing and there's still a phantom touch of the older's lips which Max notices through the headiness that is clouding his mind. 

It feels like Lewis's dark brown eyes are practically undressing him and Max watches a smirk appearing on his face. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" Max asks faking ignorance and props himself up on his elbows. He feels the material of his tight white shirt stretching across his chest and he can't help the smile which forms on his lips when he catches Lewis's eyes flickering down.

Normally he opts for loose t-shirts just because they're much more comfortable but today he hadn't really paid attention to what he was grabbing from his suitcase. He had been running late but now he's grateful for that. The outlines of his pierced nipples must be perfectly visible through the fitting fabric and he plans to greatly exploit that.

Lewis raises an eyebrow. "I mean you being an absolute merciless tease. You have no idea what you're doing to me." Lewis murmurs and licks his lips.

Then Max watches him untying his bathrobe and letting the fabric fall to the ground without a care. His eyes are immediatly glued to the Lewis's sculpted form, running appreciatingly over well defined muscles and smooth skin decorated with various colorful strokes and he has the sudden urge to trace every single tattoo with his tongue.

To his dismay he discovers that the Brit isn't completely naked. He's wearing black boxers but the visible outlines of the gradually hardening length hidden behind the frabic still makes Max gulp.

"You're wearing too many clothes." Lewis rips him out of his awestruck state.

"I could say the same about you." Max retorts, glancing down at Lewis's underwear before looking up again.

Lewis also looks down at himself with an amused smile. "Hmm well you know, this is a give and take thing, Max, and I think it's your turn to give."

"I have no problem with that." he replies and sits up to grab the edges of his shirt. Pulling it up and over his head he throws it to the side and immediatly feels exposed but when he sees Lewis's hungry gaze focused on his nipples every feeling of shame leaves his body. 

He leans back on his hands and watches the other closely with a small smile. "See something you missed?" he asks and pushes his chest out a bit.

Lewis doesn't answer, instead he climbs on the bed, settling between Max's legs and suddenly the Dutch finds himself involved in another kiss. At first he's able to stand his ground, pressing against the other's lips but the dirtier it gets the weaker he feels all of a sudden.

Lewis insistenly pushes against him, invading his mouth with his tounge and Max can't help the moans which are escaping him. Unconsciously, he lets himself be pushed down until he's lying flat on his back and even then Lewis isn't letting up. There are teeth tugging at his lip and Max can't do anything but letting Lewis dominate the kiss. 

It feels as if Lewis is trying to devour him, pressing him down against the bed and not giving him a single second to breath it makes Max feel light-headed. Every single kiss just feels so intense it's like Lewis is drowning him in lust.

Way too abruptly the older suddenly pulls away and Max looks at him with half lidded eyes, feeling a bit dazed while trying to catch his breath. He can feel Lewis breathing on his skin while they just stare at each other and the Brit tilts his head so their foreheads touch.

Everything is completely silent except their slowing intakes of air and to Max this feels awfully intimate and absolutely perfect. He wishes they could just stay like this forever.

"You drive me crazy..." Lewis whispers against his lips before pressing a much more gentle kiss on them and Max feels a warm hand smoothing up his side leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It moves up his torso over his ribs and comes dangerously close to his right nipple, the one with the bar bell but to Max's dismay it's not close enough. 

The kiss lasts only a few seconds and a small sigh escapes Max after they part but it doesn't seem like Lewis is planning on giving him a break anytime soon. The older moves towards Max's neck and when he starts to mouth at the sensitive skin the younger has to bite his lip to keep the moans at bay. 

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back to give Lewis more space to work. Now the Brit is much more lazier or rather tender in comparison to the way he had devoured Max only a few minutes prior and the younger just leans back to enjoy it.

Lewis alternates between licking and mouthing at the skin and Max savors the sensations hitting him, all of them feeding into his growing erection. Nothing really has even happened between them except the kissing but to Max every single touch of Lewis's lips is overloading his senses and he can't get enough of that feeling.

"That's nice..." he sighs and smooths his hands over the Brit's broad shoulders who only acknowledges him with a hum and Max shivers at the feeling of Lewis's breath against his skin. With one hand he starts to go through Lewis's hair lazily and he feels almost lucid under the Brit.

There's a warm palm wandering up his side again, going over his ribcage and Max's breath hitches when a thumb strokes over his right nipple, gently flicking the bar bell. He's so invested in the various sensations that it almost feels like a train hits him when his nipple is suddenly pinched.

His reaction is instant and he gasps, automatically arching his back at the sudden pleasure shooting through his body.

"Oh fuck yeah..." he moans and tightens his hold on Lewis's hair to which the older groans against his skin.

While his nipple is getting twisted now Lewis has started to bite his skin. He alternates between sucking and pinching it between his teeth and Max knows there'll be marks for him to see later. The thought makes him feel hot, just imagining there'll be visible proof that this really happened.

When Lewis seems satisfied with his work he starts to travel down, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along his skin. The sheer anticipation of where his mouth will wander makes Max claw his hand into the bedsheets but to his disappointment the older suddenly pulls away. 

His eyes blink open and he looks confused at the older who just stands up. "Where're you going?" he asks with a frown, propping himself up again to watch the other walking towards the silver trolley.

"I just got an idea." he hears Lewis say and Max uses the moment to appreciate the older's muscled back, his eyes tracing the lines of the big cross.

When Lewis turns around again he sees the older popping an ice cube in his mouth and now he also has an idea what the Brit might be up to.

Lewis walks back and climbs on the bed, settling between the younger's legs again. With a smirk he leans over Max who sees a shimmer of playfulness in the older's eyes and it makes his heart flutter. Without a word Lewis leans down and encloses Max's right nipple in his mouth and the younger can't help the moan which escapes him at the sudden cold shock.

"Fuck Lewis...that-that's really good..." he groans when he feels the older play with his bar bell piercing while smoothing the ice cube against his sensitive nipple with his tongue. The coolness of the ice clashing with the heat of Lewis's mouth feels so good Max has never experienced something like this.

Lewis flicks the piercing from side to side and when the ice cube is no more the older suddenly bites his nipple and Max arches towards him, pushing his chest against the Brit's face.

"Fuck-" he gasps and when Lewis also starts to pinch his other nipple, carefully playing with the screwball ring, Max is gone. It's just so much and so good it's incredible.

He feels a steady heat building up inside him the longer Lewis continues to abuse his tits and he knows where this will lead him, judging by the tight feeling of his jeans.

"God, you don't even know how much I missed this." Lewis mumbles against his skin and tugs at the bar bell peircing with his teeth while rubbing a finger over his other nipple.

"Me too...shit 'm getting close..."

The moment that sentence leaves his mouth Lewis pulls away and Max whines confused when the trip to his peak is this abruptly cut off.

"Seriously, Lewis?" he groans irritated and looks at Lewis who's just grinning down at him.

"You enjoying yourself down there?"

"Well, until now I was."

Lewis chuckles and leans down to give Max a peck. "Don't want you to come too early...I mean you want to go further...right?" Lewis asks and Max notices slight uncertainess in his brown eyes which are scanning his face attentively.

"I was planning to, yeah. I mean it takes two for this so, only if you also want to." Max replies, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden.

"Of course I want to, Max, but I...I have to know what this means to you because this is a lot to me and I can't and won't lable this as a one-night stand. If you only want that you have to tell me now."

That may be the first time Max has seen Lewis unsure about something. The Brit is probably the most confident person he knows and to witness him like this is enough reassurance Max needs. It also makes him remember their conversation back in Australia and he's happy that the Brit didn't change his mind and neither did Max.

"I want everything, Lewis. I want it with you."

"Everything?" Lewis raises an eybrow and smiles at Max while leaning closer towards him.

The younger nods, feeling heat crawling up his cheeks. "Yeah..." he murmurs and licks his lips and this time he's prepared for the soft kiss from Lewis.

It doesn't last long and when they part Lewis murmurs against his lips, "You really want this?"

"God, yes..." Max sighs and tilts his head back when Lewis places a kiss on his jaw.

Suddenly Lewis pecks his nose and just gets up from the bed, leaving Max, who hadn't expected the action, puzzled on the bed.

"Alright, how about you strip and I'm going to get a few things."

"You don't wanna watch me?" Max replies and feels excitement rushing through him. It's like he's only now coming to terms with what's going to happen.

He looks directly at Lewis while his hands move down to unbutton and unzip his pants. Lewis's smile freezes and his eyes follow Max's hands and the Dutch just loves how he can provocate the older. Just to push Lewis a bit more he leaves his pants unbuttoned with his underwear peaking out and leans back, looking at the older expectantly.

He watches Lewis coming closer and bites his lips in anticipation when the older places one knee on the bed before leaning over him, supporting himself on his arms and caging Max between them. They're suddenly so close again Max holds his breath while his eyes are caught by brown intense eyes.

"I'd love to but..." Lewis licks his lips and glances down at Max's. "I don't think I'll be able to hold back then and I want to do this right."

"What if I don't want you to hold back?" 

Lewis smiles at him and bends down for another quick kiss. "Nice try but I want to take my time with you. We have all the night. There's no need to rush." he murmurs against Max's lips he gets off the bed and just disappears into another room.

Max sighs but he's also intrigued. Not wanting to waste time, he first toes off his shoes before he slips off his pants and socks. He leaves his black boxers on and gets up from the bed to put his clothes on the chair and that's when his eyes fall on the champagne bottle.

He chances a glance at the room in which Lewis seems to be searching for something judging by the shuffling sounds and when he looks at the marble tile floor Max supposes it's the bathroom the older is in right now.

He grabs his glass from the table and goes over to the champagne bucket to grab the bottle and pours some of the alcohol into the glass. Until now he has tried to appear confident but internally he's scared shitless Lewis will be disappointed in the rest of his body.

He looks at the bubbly liquid in his glass and takes a sip, savoring the sweet and sparkling taste. Meanwhile, his gaze wanders towards the windows and he stills to appreciate the phenomenal view over Bologna. 

While taking another sip in hope to calm his racing heartbeat he's totally oblivious to Lewis emerging from the bathroom and approaching him from behind.

There's suddenly a pair of hands settling on his hips and his breath hitches in surprise causing him to almost choke on the champagne. He has to cough a bit and hears Lewis chuckling from behind him. "Everything alright?"

"Mhm you just surprised me." Max struggles to say and shivers when he feels the warmth of Lewis's body against his back.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself..." Lewis murmurs and noses along Max's throat before placing a kiss on the sensitive area where his shoulder and neck meet. "You look so hot...just want to bend you over..." Lewis whispers against his skin and Max feels the palms on his hips subtly trying to smooth under the waistband of his boxers.

"Why don't you?" he asks, thrilled about Lewis's reaction and pushes his hips back against the older's crotch to receive a low groan. He feels Lewis's hard length pressing against his ass and bites his lip when he thinks about the piercing attached to it.

Lewis tightens his grip on his hips. "I would but we have a problem."

Max hums confused while leaning a bit more against Lewis.

"I don't have condoms. I only have lube."

Max turns his head a bit to look at Lewis. "You have lube but no condoms?" he asks with a raised eyebrow and looks at the older expectantly.

Lewis clears his throat and Max would say he seems a bit embarrassed. "Yeah well...my frustration level is kind of high at the moment and I'm not into get - in - get - out. You can guess the rest."

Max can't hide the amused smile which forms on his face so he drinks the rest of the champagne and turns around in Lewis's arms to look directly at him. "I mean, I'm clean so if it's okay with you we can do it without."

Just saying it makes heat rush through him and he's desperate to feel Lewis against him, around him and inside him. He doesn't want some stupid rubber denying him these sensations.

He places his glass on the table next to them and wraps his arms around Lewis's shoulders to pull him closer until their faces are almost only a hair's breadth apart. "Are you okay with that, Lewis?"

"More than okay." Lewis replies without missing a beat and surges forward to lock his lips with Max. 

Max closes his eyes and immediatly returns the kiss while tightening his hold around Lewis's shoulders, the warm palms on his hips feeling pleasantly hot. While Lewis tilts his head to turn the kiss more heated he pulls Max against him and away from the wall of windows, subtly leading them back to the bed. 

The younger doesn't really notice it but he's also not that surprised when he finds himself flat on his back again with Lewis hovering over him between his legs.

They gaze at each other and Max feels a familiar heat licking in his belly when he sees the hunger in the other's eyes. Without a word, Lewis moves down and this time licks over Max's left nipple, fondling the metal ring attached to it with his tongue. Max hums pleased at the feeling and claws his hands into the covers when Lewis tugs at the screwball.

The older lazily continues his ministration before he makes his way further down and Max feels his heartbeat picking up at the trail of kisses Lewis leaves behind. Before he knows it the older has reached the waistband of his boxers and Max holds his breath.

Lewis also stills for a few seconds and looks up as if sensing the sudden tension clawing itself into the younger. "Max, you gotta tell me if you don't want it. Everything is okay, just say it." the Brit says calmly and strokes the younger's hip soothingly.

"No, no I do want to. It's just-" he sighs, "I'm not a virgin or anything but it's uhm it's been a while." he mumbles and averts his eyes embarrassed.

He really doesn't want to waste their time any longer but before he somehow embarrasses himself he has to get this off his chest. It's not his first time but weirdly it feels just like that and in comparison to him Lewis seems so relaxed and composed, knowing exactly what he's doing. On top of that the Brit probably has a ton of experience.

"That's okay. I'll be gentle and if you want to stop you tell me immediatly, alright?" Lewis smiles at him and it relaxes Max a bit. "Let's go with green for good, yellow for slow down and red means stop, okay?"

Max nods and Lewis looks at him for a few more seconds before he straightens up and leans over Max to get something on the nightstand which the younger soon finds out is the bottle of lube. The Brit leaves it on the sheets next to them before placing his hands on Max's hips again and slowly smooths them under his boxers.

The younger holds his breath but nevertheless lifts his hips for Lewis to pull his underwear down and he shivers when the cold air hits his bare length. He leans his head back and just closes his eyes, not really wanting to see Lewis's expression. He decides to just wait for the other to make a move and he almost gets a heart attack when he feels kisses being placed along his hipbone.

Lewis's mouth travles further and Max instinctively bites his lip when the older noses along his cock and without warning licks a stripe up along the shaft before enclosing the head in his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Max moans surprised, not having expected the move from Lewis and he immediatly fists a hand in the older's hair, feeling the braided locks between his fingers.

At first Lewis just sucks on the head of his cock, smoothing his tongue over the crown before starting to take more into his mouth while one hand grabs the base. Max uncosciously starts to move his hips slightly but Lewis places a hand on his hip to stop his rocking motion and the younger rather complies than making Lewis stop by misbehaving.

Max can't believe what's actually happening. He hadn't even known he was able to feel this degree of pleasure and it only rises when Lewis starts to move his head up and down. The heat of his mouth feels heavenly, the tongue going along the underside of his cock and the feeling of teeth only barely grazing him leave him breathless and Max can't do anything but lie there and take what the Brit is throwing at him.

"Fuck...this is so good...please don't stop..." He sighs and tightens his hold on the other's hair who groans around his cock, making Max shiver at the vibrations of the sound.

The longer Lewis keeps bobbing his head up and down the faster Max feels himself approaching his peak but unfortunatly right at that moment the older pulls away and Max groans, this time out of frustration.

"You literally have the worst timing ever." he breathes but is suddenly surprised by spit slick lips pressing against his.

He groans at the taste of himself when their tongues meet and presses more insistently against Lewis. He moves his hand from Lewis's hair to cup his neck and the Brit equally moves closer, causing their crotches to almost touch. Max moans against Lewis's lips when he feels his bare length brushing against the fabric of Lewis's boxers and he buzzes with excitement and lust.

He almost doesn't notice he isn't feeling an ounce of embarrassment or shame anymore. It's like some kind of wall or barrier in his mind has been erased. The tension from earlier is completely gone, leaving him carefree and he feels so relaxed against Lewis even though he's still kind of pissed that he's being denied to come once again.

"You ready?" Lewis murmurs against his lips before locking him into another heated kiss and Max has to tilt his head to keep up with the Brit's dominant way of kissing.

He's only able to hum as an answer and before Lewis breaks the kiss he bites Max's lip, tugging on it while pulling away. Afterwards Max only hears heavy breathing, namely his own and Lewis's but when he feels a hand on his chin and a thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip his eyes flutter open to stare directly into dark brown ones, the lovely color almost swallowed whole by blown out pupils.

"You tell me immediatly when you're uncomfortable or anything, okay?" Lewis breathes and Max just nods, still feeling kind of dazed and the older sighs, "God, you look so good..."

He goes in for another kiss and Max willingly gives it to him, feeling heat coloring his cheeks at the compliment. 

After a few seconds Lewis pulls away and Max watches him straightening up through half lidded eyes. He waits for the Brit to grab the bottle of lube but his breath hitches when Lewis suddenly pulls down his own boxers, letting his cock spring free and the younger gulps at the sight of the now familiar silver bar bell at the head.

"I'm going to blow you later, just so we're clear." Max simpers lazily, dazed from the heavy atmosphere.

"You think you'll still have the energy for that after I'm done with you?"

The younger shivers at the dark tone and licks his lips sparing one more glance down at Lewis's big cock before he looks up again. "There's only one way to find out." he replies and grabs the lube lying next to him.

Before he can open it though Lewis suddenly grabs his wrist, stopping his movements and Max looks up at him surprised.

"Can I?"

Max gulps. "Uhm you-you don't have to."

"I want to." Lewis says without missing a beat and Max, as if hypnotized by the older's unwavering gaze, hands the bottle to him.

With a clicking sound Lewis snaps the bottle open and pours a generous amount onto his palm. Max watches him rubbing it between his fingers for a few seconds and when the older shuffles closer on his knees he feels a bit nervous again.

He spreads his legs further apart to make it easier for Lewis and it makes him think that his stretching sessions with Checo might come in handy now.

His heart stutters when Lewis leans forward and hovers over him with one arm propping himself up next to Max's head and the Dutch can't help but let his eyes wander down the glorious upper body of the older. How can a body be so perfect? So well defined?

"All good?" Lewis asks him and Max's snaps his gaze back up at being adressed.

"I'm waiting." 

He sees the hint of a smirk appearing on Lewis's lips but then the older leans down and involves Max in a gentle kiss. It surprises him at first but then he relaxes into it and closes his eyes, returning the kiss while tilting his head a bit but keeping it on the tender side. 

Their lazy kissing continues for a few seconds but the moment Lewis licks into his mouth Max feels the older's slicked up fingers moving behind his balls and sliding over his hole, covering it with lube. He stills for a few seconds at the feeling and is so fixated on it he doesn't notice he became unresponsive to Lewis's kissing.

When Lewis starts to rub one finger against his hole Max's breath hitches and he waits in anticipation for Lewis's next move but nothing happens. Probably noticing his sudden passiveness Lewis breaks their kiss but stays close to Max, leaning his forehead against the younger's. 

"Max, just relax. What color?" he murmurs against the Dutch's lips while keeping rubbing at his hole.

"Green." he breathes and feels Lewis's continuing his ministrations with a bit more insistence.

This time when Lewis kisses him he responds again and he lets himself become intoxicated by the sensation of the older's lips against his, the feeling of their tongues brushing against each other making his want grow stronger and he wraps and arm around Lewis's shoulder to keep him close. The Brit feels so hot against him the heat makes his body tingle.

Max gasps into the kiss when Lewis's finger suddenly slips in and his hips jerk a bit at the intrusion but he quickly comes to terms with the familiar feeling.

He guesses he's just nervous because it's Lewis who's doing this to him and even though he knows this feeling of getting fingered it doesn't happen that often. It's actually quite rare as he just opts to jack off when he's horny. It's the faster and more efficient option especially before and during race weekends. Concerning the number of people who have done it to him he can count them on one hand. 

When Lewis moves his hand, slowly beginning to fuck him open on his finger a small whimper escapes him and it's immediatly swallowed by the Brit who delves into his open mouth at the opportunity. He notices Lewis's movements becoming faster and it starts to feel really good to Max, so good that he wants more.

He breaks their kiss and looks at Lewis through half lidded eyes while trying to catch his breath.

"You want another?" Lewis asks him amused as if reading Max's mind.

"Fuck yes." The younger sighs and subtly starts to move back against Lewis's hand.

The pleasure shooting through him is going straight to his hard cock and it only doubles when Lewis adds a second finger, not letting up with the pace. Max moans at the feeling and it just takes a few more times of those fingers stroking his walls until one of them finally brushes over his prostate.

He gasps and arches off the bed while his hips jerk against Lewis's movements and Max swears he's seeing stars. 

"There it is..." Lewis mumbles and Max hears amusement coloring his voice but that quickly becomes irrelevant when the older starts to abuse the newly found spot, prodding at it every time his fingers move in and it's like Max is getting multiple electric shocks.

"Holy shit- Oh fuck..." he moans and claws his hands into the bedsheets while Lewis scissors his fingers every now and then. It's so much but at the same time it's not enough and the amount of excitement he feels is almost on par with the lust when he thinks about what Lewis is preparing him for.

"You look so damn beautiful...taking my fingers so good..." Lewis whispers, having already moved down past Max's neck and before the younger knows what's happening the older is sucking on his nipple, occasionally flicking the bar bell piercing with his tongue.

It's so much Max almost thinks he's died right then when Lewis continues to fuck him open with renewed vigor while biting his nipple and he knows he won't be able to hold on for much longer. The familiar tingling heat is steadily building up inside him, the twitching muscles of his thighs indicating he's close.

"Fuck, Lewis...'m so close..." he sighs and closes his eyes, feeling almost numb from the pleasure.

His hand flies to grab Lewis's hair when the Brit suddenly tugs at his piercing while simultaneously fitting a third finger inside Max and the Dutch almost feels like a porn star when a louder moan escapes him.

Unconsciously, he pushes his chest against Lewis's face who keeps biting and licking over his nipple to his heart's content. On top of that Lewis continues to brush over his prostate but only slightly and it seems like he knows exactly what to do to keep Max on the brink of an orgasm.

There's not even a difference when he moves his hips because Lewis has started to avoid his special spot every time he rocks back against his fingers and it's slowly driving Max insane.

Right when he thinks he's about to die because of the never ending flood of pleasure without relief Lewis pulls away, from his nipples as well as from his hole and the younger doesn't know if he should cry because of the loss or be happy to have a moment to breath.

His eyes slowly blink open and it takes a few seconds for Lewis to come into focus but when he does Max sees a smirk on his face.

"Color?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Green of course." Max breaths and rolls his eyes before he sighs "Fuck, this was so good."

"Well, we're not finished yet." Lewis says and Max watches him grab the bottle of lube, lying next to them on the bed.

The older squeezes some onto his palm before starting to slick his length up and Max gulps at the sight of Lewis's cock covered in a shiny sheen of slick. He licks his lips when his eyes fall on the PA piercing and he's dying to finally feel it inside him. He's so desperate there's nothing he wants more than this with Lewis.

Lewis leans over him to grab one of the pillows above his head. "It'll be more comfortable if you lie on this." he tells Max and shuffles a bit closer on his knees to settle himself better between the younger's legs. 

The younger props himself up on his arms and Lewis meets him halfway for a tender kiss while he places the pillow behind Max's lower back. They stay still for a few seconds after they part, their noses brushing against each other and Max decides he'll never have enough of these intimate moments.

"I'll make you feel so good..." Lewis whispers against his lips.

He feels Lewis smoothing a hand down his left side over his bare hip and down his thigh before gently grabbing the backside of his knee to place it over his shoulder. Like this the Dutch feels way more exposed but it doesn't make him nervous. It actually turns him on greatly and he lets Lewis stroke over his leg. He shivers when the older presses a kiss against his knee and he thinks his heart even stopped for a second.

Max leans back, his back slightly arched because of the pillow and Lewis places a hand on his thigh to secure his leg against him. The other hand goes down between them but when he feels a thumb stroking over his thigh he looks up at the older and is caught by intense dark brown eyes.

"Max, just look at me." Lewis reassures him gently.

Max gives a small nod and his breath hitches when he feels the head of Lewis's length brushing over his hole and he feels a hot wave rolling over him at the thought of this finally happening.

Lewis holds his cock steadily and starts to press forward slowly and Max feels the pressure against his loosened opening. He tries to relax more and normally he would've just closed his eyes by now but Lewis's gaze doesn't let him. It's unwavering, looking into his very soul and when the older finally enters him gently he knows this won't be just some fucking. It already feels like so much more and he hopes Lewis also notices this.

His mouth falls open in a gasp and he almost would've closed his eyes but he's adamant on keeping them open, not wanting to miss a single expression of Lewis's face. He watches the Brit clenching his teeth, his jaw tensing but he has yet to make a sound.

When Lewis continues to push forward Max can't help the weak moan escaping him. It's almost crazy how good the older feels inside him and they haven't even started.

"Almost in- God, you feel so good." Lewis murmurs strained and settles a hand on Max hip while continuing to carress the leg thrown over his shoulder.

Deciding to take the intiative for a change he props himself up on his elbows and rolls his hips against Lewis. The movement causes Lewis to slip completely inside him and both of them groan in unison. Max has never felt this full, the sensation goes straight to his throbbing erection and he automatically clenches around Lewis's cock.

"Fuck...Max, don't do this..." Lewis groans and Max feels him enforcing his grip on his hip and thigh.

He doesn't know why he's feeling so breathless but everything is just so hot and so good it's overloading his senses. It's an incredible experience how close they are, how they can make each other feel and Max wants it all.

"Please move, Lewis...please..." he whines almost pleadingly and as if Max is calling for him Lewis leans forward to meet him, bending down to interlock his lips in a kiss.

Now his stretching sessions really come in handy as Lewis bends him almost in half and he feels a weak pleasant burn in his muscles. He returns the kiss while trying to steady himself on his elbows and when Lewis first pulls out gently before pushing back in the moan which escapes him is inevitable.

Lewis swallows the sound and gradually starts to pick up the pace and that's when Max feels the effects of the PA piercing. Next to Lewis's cock which is sliding in and out, stimulating his sensitive walls there's something which presses a bit more insistently along them. Just like when the older earlier fingered him in search for his prostate.

It doesn't take long for the piercing to brush over it and when it happens Max breaks the kiss and throws his head back at the sudden bolt of pleasure piercing him to his core. For a few seconds he only sees white and can't make a sound as if he's paralyzed by the sensation.

Seeming to notice what just happend Lewis starts to fuck faster into him now and he clenches around the hot throbbing cock inside him.

"You're so damn tight, Max...feels good?" Lewis asks in a low groan while burrying his face against the younger's neck.

Max can only moan in response but the sound comes out broken, shaken up by Lewis's thrusts which are becoming more forceful and the younger wraps an arm around Lewis's shoulders.

The hand on his thigh squeezes his muscle which has started to twitch the more he approaches his peak while the other hand on his hip is pulling him against Lewis's movements.

"Fu-Fuck that's- oh god, so good..." he moans or more like struggles to get out during the rocking of Lewis's hips and his arm tightens around the older for support, desperately needing something to hold onto.

The Brit is downright pistoning into Max and the piercing which presses against his prostate every time is driving him insane. Concerning the pace the older has set now he supposes Lewis also might not be far away from his own orgasm but Max knows he'll come first. 

"O-oh shit...Fuck, Lew-Lewis, 'm going to come...please- fuck, please don't stop..." He pleads while the sounds of their heavy breathing and their skins slapping against each other are the only things his ears register.

Lewis breaths hotly against his neck and it's like he's being burned both from the inside and from the outside. He feels his balls beginning to tighten up while his stomach starts to quiver and only barely notices the hand on his hip smoothing up his side and towards his nipple.

The bar bell piercing is flicked at first before Lewis pinches it to give it a nice tug and Max sees heaven. The small little shock pushes him over the edge and he arches off the bed and against Lewis, mouth open in a silent moan. 

His muscle tense for a few seconds before he suddenly comes, painting mostly his own torso with white due to Lewis folding him almost in half. Lewis doesn't let up with his unforgiving pace and it gives Max the chance to ride out his orgasm, just enjoying the feeling of the extended euphoria. 

The onslaught of pleasure continues and the younger gradually starts to feel overwhelmed by the sensations caused by Lewis pounding into him. Instinctively he clenches around the older's length and receives a groan against his neck.

"Christ, Max, want me to come inside you? To fuck my come into you?" Lewis purrs lowly against his skin while he brushes a thumb over the younger's nipple, making Max shiver.

The younger though is unable to respond because of the shocking oversensitivity as the Brit keeps thrusting mercilessly into him causing his prostate to be steadily abused by the PA piercing so, he just gives a weak moan as response.

Suddenly, Lewis pulls away from his neck and straightens up. At first Max is confused because the older slows down but he can only look into brown lust blown eyes. Lewis grabs both of his hips this time and roughly pulls him back on his length causing Max to let out a gasp at the force.

"Fuck yes..." he sighs but breaks off into a moan when Lewis quickly resumes his rapid pace from earlier and his leg thrown over Lewis's shoulder begins to tense again.

With every thrust he pulls Max against him by his hips and the younger doesn't even know how he's still conscious. How he's able to handle these sensations making him feel absolutely fantastic all at once.

He watches a concentrated frown appear on Lewis's face and notices his thrusts becoming gradually irregular. The grip on his hips also tightens, fingers pressing into his skin and he knows Lewis is only a few steps away from his peak.

"Please- fuck, please come- come inside me, Lewis..." he stutters between thrusts looking directly at Lewis and the change in the older's eyes is immediate.

His heated gaze practically burns Max and the younger feels Lewis's cock pulsing inside him. He continues to thrust into him a few more times before his hips suddenly stutter and he presses them against Max's ass. 

Lewis comes with a low groan, hips jerking against Max and the younger sighs at the feeling. He quickly decides there's nothing on par with the sensation of Lewis painting his insides with hot white ropes of his come. It's so sinful and so intimate Max knows he can and wants to experience this only with Lewis. 

They stay like this for a little bit longer until Lewis has come down from his high, the only thing audible being their heavy breathing. Lewis gently pulls out and a weak shudder of pleasure goes through Max when he feels the piercing being dragged along his sensitive walls one last time.

"I think...I think I'ver never had such good sex." he breaths and looks up at Lewis who's leaning over him after putting down his leg.

Lewis chuckles while bending down to brush their noses against each other and the sound makes Max smile.

"Me neither..." Lewis murmurs against his lips and slowly leans in.

Max's breath hitches at the answer and his heart flutters a bit. The magnetic pull that seems to be between them causes him to tilt his head towards Lewis until their lips brush softly against each other. It's featherlight but feels incredible during the afterglow of his orgasm and Max is sure there's nothing in this world which could destroy this moment between them.

He's just about to press his lips a bit more insistently against Lewis's but suddenly his stomach decides to make itself important. The rumbling sound makes both of them still and Max just wants to disappear. He groans annoyed and closes his eyes in embarrassment so he doesn't have to meet Lewis's amused expression.

"Cold pizza?" 

Max opens one eye at the question and glances at Lewis who looks at him with a raised eyebrow, smile gracing his lips.

"Cold pizza." he aggrees readily.

Notes:

Amen.
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