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Daniel wakes up warm.
Warmer than he’s felt in a long, long time, and he doesn’t even think to question it until he feels a weight shift against his chest.
And then he remembers.
A thud in the middle of the night. A headlock. A man from a parallel universe. Fucking mind-blowing sex.
God.
Gingerly, Daniel cracks an eye open to gage the time only to be blindsided by the sunlight bursting in through the blinds and be very quickly provided with the answer. He mutters curses under his breath as he gives his eyes time to adjust.
Daniel moves his gaze down to his chest and away from the dazzling light from the window because it’s much more comfortable, and is met with the top of his very own head. Dark curls and all. He can also feel the other man’s stubble scratch against his bare chest with every intake of breath.
So… other Daniel is still very much present.
And, don’t get Daniel wrong, it’s not like he has a problem with the prospect of more extravagant morning sex, but he’d kind of thought this would be the sort of problem that resolved itself over night for some reason.
Not that he’s slept with himself before, of course.
Eyes slowly adjusting to the bright morning sun, Daniel allows himself to blink a few times before using the backs of his hands to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
He fumbles his hand out to the side, aiming for his bedside table, intending to snatch up his phone and Google… something, God only knows what, only to find his hand falling into empty space beside the bed.
A frown crawls its way onto Daniel’s forehead as he turns to follow the movement of his right hand, his brain not quite up to the task of processing just what is going on at such an early hour, only for the penny to suddenly drop when he glances to the window.
Or more like, where the window should be.
“Fuck.”
Daniel mutters rather eloquently over and and over as he jerks his head around the four corners of the room as it increasingly becomes more and more apparent that he’s not in his bedroom where he went to sleep and, hence, should’ve woke up.
The room’s too big for one. The bed too, now that Daniel looks around him and judges the size from the way two grown men barely fill it up from the middle.
His wardrobe’s in the wrong corner of the room and the window’s on the wrong bloody wall. Not to mention the alarming lack of his phone beside his bed. Daniel can’t even use the map to check his own whereabouts.
Essentially still pinned beneath the body using his chest as a pillow, Daniel attempts to crane his neck to get a glimpse out of the window, thanking his lucky stars that the blind is only pulled half-shut.
He can’t see much but notes the clear blue sky, not a cloud in sight. If he shifts to the left slightly, Daniel can catch a glimpse of sharp and spiky green leaves protruding from a thick trunk, unmoving from a lack of wind.
Huh, The stagnant nature of the air paired with the glaring gaze of the sun above almost reminds Daniel of —
Oh fuck.
Suddenly, Daniel’s frustrated with himself for not thinking of the answer sooner. It’s so blindingly obvious that an incredulous laugh bubbles its way out of his chest.
Australia. The land of Oz.
Of fucking course.
Daniel doesn’t know what else he expected.
Other Daniel visited his universe, so apparently it’s only fair he does the same. He’d certainly stopped trying to understand any of this long ago anyway. And if he can’t do anything to fix it, hell, he might as well embrace it.
He contemplates the best way to awaken his alternate self, his face pressed against his bare chest. Daniel’s pretty sure they’re both still at least partially naked judging by the tangle of sweat and skin he finds his legs in.
Admittedly, he’s rather excited to see other Daniel’s reaction once he breaks the news of their new whereabouts.
He’s sure there’ll be surprise, followed by a wave of relief. His other self hadn’t demonstrated it too much last night, but Daniel’s sure that a part of him must have been worried about getting back. Or if he’d even be able to.
The thought causes Daniel to suddenly feel rather lucky to possess the knowledge he does, however little, that he’ll probably be back in his own bed come tonight or tomorrow morning if everything continues as it is.
Just as he’s about to poke at his own face, Daniel hears the click of a lock, the twist of a key, and then the creak of a door swinging open. And that’s when he remembers a probably vital piece of information.
This Daniel has a boyfriend.
Before he can even think about what to do, Daniel can hear footsteps climbing the stairs. It’s not hard to do so because the door to the bedroom is flung wide open, but due to Daniel’s stark lack of knowledge about this house, he has no idea where this bedroom is in relation to the staircase and therefore how long he has to decide what to freaking do and this whole thing is really just giving him a damn headache.
He begins frantically poking his other self in the side, at a lack of something better to do, and inwardly curses his own inability to wake up in a swift fashion as other Daniel grumbles discontentedly, simply attempting to burrow further into the warmth of his chest.
And this would all be very sweet if Daniel didn’t feel as if his heart is about to leap out of his chest and he currently had the time to ponder over such things, but time is of the essence and is quickly escaping him.
“Hey,” He half hisses, half whispers through his teeth, voice mildly frantic, “Hey, motherfucker. Rise and shine!”
After two or three attempts, Daniel finally manages to wiggle his legs free from the tangled mess under the sheets, affording him much more leverage to try and shift his other self from on top of him.
With one huge heave, Daniel manages to finally find himself successful. Other Daniel rolls onto the other side of the bed, still half-asleep and apparently none-too-bothered, and Daniel is finally able to sit himself up with a steadying breath.
Caught up in the fleeting success of his plan, Daniel almost forgets about the increasingly alarming situation walking his way.
“Daniel?”
The call comes from down the hall and all Daniel can think to himself is Oh God, over and over and over again. Frantically flicking his gaze around the room, he wonders if jumping out of the window may be deemed just a tad over-dramatic considering the circumstances.
“Are you up yet?” The voice is closer now, easier to make out, “I went to the market earlier like you said, but they still did not have the good oranges. I think maybe you were right and the old lady with the cat buys them all in the morning.”
Daniel has no choice but to return to desperately attempting to shake his other self awake as he mutters sharply against his ear.
“C’mon, you lazy cunt. Wake the fuck up!”
His heart lightens when it finally appears to be working, his counterpart murmuring “Alright, alright…” into the sheets before the words morph into a large yawn and his eyes begin to crack open, “What is it?”
But it’s all too late.
Daniel eyes can’t help but latch onto the new presence filling the doorway, and they stick there in shock when he’s greeted with an all-too-familiar face. He feels his mouth fall open because… stood in the doorway with a thousand different implications stacked upon his presence, is Max Verstappen.
Daniel’s mind is running so rampant that he’s barely able to register the look of confusion, shock, and then hurt that flickers across Max’s face, and the bag that falls from his arms with a thud.
The noise startles Daniel back into the room. He glances over his shoulder to other Daniel for help of any kind only to find his face still burrowed into one of the pillows, and it’s then and only then that he suddenly realises how scandalous this must look.
“I— ,” Max begins, voice shaking as he reaches out a hand back against the doorframe to steady himself, “D- Daniel… who is—“
An intense wave of guilt washes Daniel’s stomach despite not even having done what he’s currently behind accused of. Watching Max’s eyes drop so quickly from crinkled up and excited to watery and hurt makes Daniel feel as if someone’s twisting the insides of his chest.
And Daniel knows it doesn’t help, his inability to produce a coherent sentence right now, probably appearing inexplicably caught in the act and ashamed, but he’s still coming around from the revelation that other Daniel’s loving boyfriend is apparently Max freaking Verstappen.
Max. His friend. Colleague. Ex-teammate.
“Daniel.”
Max says it again like it pains him, a croaky whisper. His eyes are watery but his mouth is pressed into a stubborn line.
Daniel’s just about found his voice again when he finally feels movement from behind him; his counterpart shifting into a seated position at the mention of his name once again. Daniel watches his eyes widen and his brow furrow as he takes in Max in the doorway and the tears threatening to stain his cheeks.
“Max? Baby, what’s—“
Other Daniel finally seems to acknowledge Daniel’s presence beside him, his head whipping quickly between the two men as his mouth falls open.
Daniel’s busy watching Max’s reaction closely, attempting to get any sort of gauge on the situation, and it’s near comical the way the younger man’s bright blue eyes widen, rapidly flicking between their two faces.
“Daniel?! Um, what— how..?”
“Uh. This is me,” His other self begins to explain with a sigh, probably because he knows he’s going to have to do it at least twenty more times, “From a parallel universe.”
The other man looks to him for some kind of backup, so Daniel just makes himself nod, lips pressed tightly together.
“Um, well, that’s what we think is happening, anyway…”
Max stares at them both with big eyes, his brow scrunching down into a frown. At least he doesn’t look like he’s on the brink of tears anymore, Daniel reasons.
There’s a few seconds of silence where Daniel can tell Max is thinking with all his might; wearing the same expression Daniel has seen so many times before when he can’t quite shave off the tenths of a second he needs to in quali. Then suddenly, shifting his gait, Max folds his arms against his chest in a defensive position.
“I will ask a question to make sure who my Daniel is.”
Max’s words make Daniel shiver, tingles pattering like rain down his spine. His Daniel. Lord.
“Then we will talk more about this.”
That’s fair, Daniel supposes, nodding. He’d done the same the night before after all. Other Daniel shifts forward beside him on the bed, eyes eager and earnest, ready to answer. Anticipation flutters in Daniel’s stomach despite knowing that there’s no way he’d even know the answer to any of Max’s questions anyway.
“Our first kiss. Where was it?”
Daniel is acutely aware that he’s simply an observer in this interaction, and so leans back slightly in order to watch the other two. He sees the corner of his counterpart’s lips crook upwards.
“In that dingy club downtown; you invited me out for your birthday and you’d had a bit too much to drink.” Other Daniel laughs, his eyes crinkling up.
Daniel watches in amusement as Max flushes a tiny bit red and purses his lips together petulantly.
“Daniel! We agreed that one would not count.”
Other Daniel’s face cracks into a huge grin as he laughs, obviously enjoying teasing his boyfriend.
“Of course, Maxy,” The fondness warms Daniel’s chest, “At your house then, on the couch. When you tried to teach me how to play FIFA.”
It surprises Daniel how easy it is for him to imagine. Him and Max on the couch in his luxurious Monaco apartment. The Dutchman telling him off for pressing all the wrong buttons and explaining their functions to him again with patience usually reserved for a child. Daniel kissing him to shut him up.
As he daydreams, Max has made his way over to the bed, to other Daniel’s side, a soft and far more relaxed smile on his face. His alternate reaches for Max’s hips immediately once he’s within range, his hands slotting into his sides like they fit there, and tugs him down into a kiss.
Daniel can’t bring himself to look away, even though watching himself kissing one of his friends should feel weird and out of place. But then again, he hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might be into guys until yesterday, so maybe it’ll take more time to sink in.
Familiarity is obvious in the way they move together; Max’s hands pressed against his neck, other Daniel’s fingers hooked into the belt loops of Max’s jeans, the contentedness that falls around them as a result of the kiss.
Daniel’s limbs feel frozen, unwilling to puncture the moment.
“Missed you.”
He can barely hear his counterpart whisper against his boyfriend’s lips, bringing a slow hand upwards to cup his cheek.
Max’s smile spreads to his cheeks. His eyes trained on the other.
“I did not go anywhere.”
Other Daniel plants another kiss to his lips.
“I still missed you.”
Then Daniel takes one look at his counterpart’s softened eyes and thinks. Oh.
They’re in love love.
Watching the other two, he’s suddenly struck by the realisation that perhaps he’s never actually been in love with anyone before. No one has ever even come close to the way his other self looks at Max.
It takes the two of them a couple of moments to remember he’s there, but Daniel doesn’t mind. It gives him some time to think and maybe freak out a little bit about this whole situation for a while longer.
When his other self speaks again, breaking the settled silence, Daniel’s almost made it through the other side of his slight mental breakdown.
“Um,” Other Daniel begins, one of his hands settling on Max’s arm where he stands beside him, “So this is Max. My boyfriend that I told you about.”
He sounds so proud that Daniel can’t stop himself from smiling in return. Max also looks pleased.
“Yeah, I know.”
He says simply. Other Daniel chuckles sheepishly.
“Ah, yeah. I guess it was kind of obvious after—”
“No, uh. I mean I know Max. In my universe.”
Daniel watches realisation strike his other self, his eyes bulging in surprise, “You know… what?”
Chuckling somewhat nervously, Daniel flicks his eyes between the two of them. Max looks less shocked and more intrigued, staring like he still can’t quite get past the fact that there’s currently two Daniel’s in his bed.
“Yeah, uh. Obviously we’re not like, together. But we’re very good friends.”
Daniel breaks eye contact for a second, pausing before allowing the other foot to drop.
“And… he’s the best teammate I’ve ever had.”
Other Daniel freezes his movements at that. Dropping his hand from Max’s arm and weakly gesturing between them.
“You mean we— you and—me and Max?” Then he seems to give up trying to get the words out altogether, dropping his overwhelmed head into his hands, “Oh my god.”
Max looks visibly frustrated to be out of the loop.
“Daniel, what is it.”
“Uh,”
Other Daniel begins before seemingly deciding something and leads Max to sit down on the bed between the two of them.
“Maxy. This is gonna sound crazy but uh, in the other universe, I’m— well we are in Formula 1.”
Daniel watches Max’s face drop in surprise, his mouth hanging slightly open, and chuckles under his breath when he has to confirm, voice catching, “As… drivers? We are both drivers?”
He’s staring down other Daniel intensely as if to demonstrate that if this is a joke, it is not funny. But when his boyfriend’s face doesn’t shift, Daniel can see Max’s shoulders fall loose and slow acceptance begin to sink in.
“That’s…”
Max begins, but seems unable to find the words to finish. Other Daniel extends an arm around Max’s waist, pulling the younger closer towards him with a wistful grin.
“I know, Maxy. I know.”
There’s a brief silence where the news seems to settle with Max for a second. Then he’s asking Daniel excitedly, “You said we are teammates?”
Daniel clears his throat before speaking, “Uh, yeah, were. For about two and half years, though. It was probably the most fun I’ve had in F1.”
Daniel doesn’t have the heart to mention that their partnership at Red Bull had almost soured their friendship. That it’s been so much better since they’ve been apart on separate teams. He quickly shifts the topic.
“Max, you are—“ Max’s head whips back round to him quickly, “You’re the World Champion.”
Max pales. “What.”
“Two-time world champion, actually. It was confirmed last week.”
Great. Now Max looks like he’s going to doubly pass out.
“Oh my god,” His other self just half-coughs and half-laughs out, before he’s twisting himself round to study Max, “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Max flushes as he tells Daniel not to be silly because of course it wasn’t actually him.
Other Daniel just grins cheekily as he grabs Max’s hand, intertwines it with his own in his lap, and sighs out wistfully, “My boyfriend. A Formula 1 World Champion.”
Despite telling his counterpart to shut up, Daniel notes that Max looks secretly pleased, his lips fending off a smile.
They both have more questions about Formula 1 in his universe, the answers to which Daniel happily shares, taking huge pride in Max’s wide and amazed eyes at his own nine wins, despite having just been told that he’s won two fricking championships.
Though, it doesn’t take long for them to settle back to where Daniel was expecting the conversation to go.
“So,” Max begins, shifting back on his knees against the bed and visibly more relaxed, his eyes fixed on Daniel, “You and your Max, you are not—?”
“No,” Daniel confirms with a small shake of his head, Max frowns like this information displeases him, “Uh, to be honest, I didn’t even really know I was interested in guys until quite recently.”
He tries his best not to look over at other Daniel, he really does, but Max manages to catch his gaze all the same. Daniel watches his head tilt in confusion, and then inwardly cringes when he sees the realisation spark on his face.
“Daniel,” Max’s face is frighteningly neutral and no where near what Daniel had been anticipating; his voice less scandalised and more chastising, “You fucked yourself?”
Other Daniel’s eyes are wide. “Uh, yes? Or more like he fucked me?”
Max’s gaze only seems to become more intense at this revelation. Daniel’s counterpart emits a light gasp and shoots his gaze downwards to where Max’s grip on his hand seems to have tightened, knuckles whitening. When he glances back upwards, other Daniel looks solemn.
“Max. I’m so sorry— I didn’t think that you’d—“
“This is,” Max cuts him off quickly, landing his free hand on top of his boyfriend’s thigh, gripping into the flesh there, and turning to face Daniel, “I cannot believe I did not get to see.”
Both Daniel’s share a look at that. Daniel’s own eyebrows flying high and his counterpart’s gaze darkening immensely as he speaks.
“Maxy, what do you—? Do you want…”
“Have you ever thought about me in that way?”
Max asks Daniel suddenly, out of nowhere. His muscles reflexively tense up at the question.
“I…” Daniel pauses, “I don’t think so? Maybe— not until…” right now.
He knows it doesn’t need to be said out loud.
“Well,” Daniel can’t get over how matter-of-fact Max sounds about this whole thing, “Well, would you want to.”
Daniel huffs out a breath of a laugh.
“I, uh. Yes?” He doesn’t really mean it to come out as a question, but his mind is too busy thinking about what Max is implying to correct his mistake.
Other Daniel interjects despite the obvious enthusiasm in his eyes. “Max… are you sure?”
Daniel watches Max bite on his lip.
“This is a stupid question,” He’s climbing into his boyfriend’s lap as he speaks, planting his thighs either side of his waist, “Of course I always want more of you.”
And that’s all it takes for his other self to bring their lips together.
The both of them seem starved of the other. There’s tongue, flashes of teeth, and panted moans and all Daniel can do is watch on in disbelief as his mind plays catch-up.
Max’s arms have weaved their way around his counterpart’s neck, locking the both of their bodies suffocatingly close together. Daniel finds himself mesmerised by the redness that’s so prominently climbing up Max’s skin and blooming into his cheeks like roses.
He’s seen Max like that before. When they work out together in the gym. When the Dutchman has had too much to drink. When he’s climbing out of the car, shortly to be soaked with champagne.
But to see it happen in this context, because of what his other self is doing to Max, kissing him until it’s hard to breathe, is another thing altogether.
Max rocks forward in other Daniel’s lap, looking like he knows exactly what he wants and how to go about getting it. And, God, Daniel can’t help but wish that they were his shoulders that Max’s fingers are digging into, his springy curls tangled in his grasp, and his own moans being swallowed by the other’s hungry mouth.
Daniel watches his own hands run up and down Max’s chest, following the downward lines of his torso until he reaches the hem of his t-shirt and slides his hands underneath it.
The way Max gasps and then pushes forwards into his touch is more than enough to have Daniel’s hands itching towards where his own cock is beginning to strain against the fabric of his boxers, but the movement is caught out of the corner of Max’s eye as other Daniel moves down to press wet kisses to his neck.
“Daniel.”
Max says, his voice catching. And Daniel’s already kind of addicted to the way he says it. Dan-yul.
The younger beckons him over with the hand that’s not twisted in his counterpart’s hair; his eyes following him closely as he cautiously approaches across the bed.
Daniel gets about a foot away before Max practically launches himself at him, one arm quickly curling around his neck to tug him in closer as his lips find Daniel’s own.
And it’s… not weird.
It should be weird. Daniel thinks. He should be thinking about how this is Max and how they don’t do this. They’ve never done this.
But then how can it feel so right to him?
When his mind reawakens and he finally starts responding, Max hums happily against his lips. It’s just the confidence boost he needs to press his tongue into the younger’s mouth and treat this like he would any other kiss, allowing himself to sink into the feeling swooping in his chest.
Daniel cups Max’s cheek the best he can at their odd angle, guiding their mouths together when it gets a little too messy and Max’s lips keep sliding onto his chin. They have to pull back to do so, but it’s worth it, Daniel thinks, because Max shares a giddy grin with him before he’s diving right back in.
Other Daniel’s lips are still attached to Max’s neck, sucking red marks onto his boyfriend’s skin that will undoubtedly bruise, but neither seem to mind. And he’s instantly envious of their carefreeness. The lack of the press. The lack of the pressure.
Daniel’s abruptly startled back into the moment when Max’s lips part from his own with a loud, wet sound. Daniel’s gaze stays on him, still distracted and dazed.
“Now, you two.”
Max instructs as he pulls away, settling himself back on other Daniel’s lap and flicking his eyes between the two of them expectantly.
And it’s so Max that Daniel just can’t help but smile as he turns to face his other self, finding the other man watching him closely as he does, a knowing look etched to his face.
Daniel mumbles, “Shut up”, into his mouth when they come together. No heat behind it, just the annoyance of knowing other Daniel is absolutely and most definitely reading his every move right now.
You would’ve thought that making out with himself would be the best thing in the world. It makes sense; other Daniel knows exactly what he likes because he likes it too. But now, having experienced both, Daniel can’t help but feel as if it pales in comparison to Max’s hot mouth and his plump lips.
Kissing himself, there’s no surprise. Yes, it’s nice and other Daniel can do that delightful thing with his tongue that makes Daniel’s hairs stand on end, but it’s all the same.
Kissing Max had been like flying down an open straight with no end in sight. Like being locked in a tight battle for race position. Like sending it down the inside where there’s no gap.
Daniel doesn’t realise his mind is wandering so much until he glances down to catch one of Max’s hands moving for the waistband of other Daniel’s boxers.
“Patience, Maxy,” He tells him, the first part pressed against Daniel’s lips before they break apart, “You’ve gotta lose a few layers first… s’unfair.”
Reluctantly, Max retracts his fingers from dipping into other Daniel’s waistband with a roll of his eyes, but the grin never leaves his cheeks. Moving slowly, Max raises his arms over his head and Daniel realises he’s waiting for them to take his t-shirt off for him.
It’s with a bit of a shaky hand that Daniel grabs a hold of the soft fabric, twisting it between his fingers and pulling upwards as his counterpart does the same on Max’s other side.
Daniel freezes when he feels it happen; his knuckles just barely brushing against Max’s bare skin once his shirt has been discarded to the floor. His skin is soft, pale, and Daniel hasn’t even had a chance to look over Max’s chest yet, let alone think about putting his hands to it.
But Max notices, and carefully takes his hand into his own before pressing it to his chest with a gentle smile.
“You can touch.”
He tells Daniel, who’s holding his breath as he finally plucks up the courage to actually look at where his hand is pressed against Max’s pecs.
The younger’s skin is soft and smooth and pale and Daniel thinks he kind of might not be breathing, but he’s okay with that because Max is making these delightful little gasps that puff past his lips.
Daniel moves cautiously as he wanders his hands across Max’s chest, soaking in his warmth. He slides both his hands until he’s cupping Max’s pecs as if he would breasts, digging in his thumbs a little to where his nipples sit.
Again, Max’s sharp gasp tells him he’s doing something right so he continues, kneading Max’s chest before he’s ducking downwards to capture one of his nipples into his mouth, licking a circle around it and sucking like he would think to do on a girl and to his delight it still works, Max bucking his hips up against him.
From the corner of his eye, Daniel catches his counterpart with a hand in his pants, his eyes fixed on the scene before him as he palms his own dick, lips parted open.
Daniel’s hands slide down Max’s torso with the incessant need to touch, skimming his sides before sliding over his belly, following the trail his touch sets with kisses.
He’s so concentrated on worshipping every inch of Max’s skin that he doesn’t have the capacity to think of anything else. That is, until he finds himself near face-to-face with the bulge in Max’s jeans.
“Dan.” Max breathes out pleadingly when Daniel hovers in place over his crotch, probably thinking him to be a tease when really he’s freaking out a bit again.
He’s about to see Max’s dick.
It’s not that the idea doesn’t excite him... it’s just that once again this feels to be a line that, once he crosses, can’t be returned.
He’s suddenly thankful for other Daniel’s presence when he’s quick to stifle Max’s soft, little begs by stuffing his own hand down Max’s trousers. Daniel makes himself sit back slightly to watch and help get over himself.
It takes a few seconds more, but soon his nerve returns alongside the niggling desire to press his hands to Max, and it’s then that he has a brilliant idea.
“Here,” He says, pushing himself back up on his knees once again to join the other two, “Let me, both of you.”
Replacing other Daniel’s hand with his own, Daniel takes Max’s cock in hand, pushing his trousers down as he does so and Max soon gets the hint, rushing to rid himself of his jeans and boxers altogether. His counterpart follows suit before he’s back on the bed in front of Daniel, gloriously naked.
Max’s dick is smaller than his own, but not by much, and perhaps carries more girth. It feels hot and heavy, and Daniel’s acutely aware that this is the first dick that isn’t his own that he’s held in his hands. But after the lustrous antics of the night before, it’s perhaps not all that surprising to find that he likes it.
He likes the way Max feels, his cock rapidly hardening in his grasp. He wants Max to make those staccato noises again and gasp for breath around his name. He wants to watch his reddened face as he comes, biting back curses.
Daniel’s careful not to neglect his other self, however, moistening his palm before sliding a hand around his cock as well, stroking the two of them in time. This time it’s Daniel’s neck that his counterpart latches onto, pressing wet kisses over the places his teeth sink a little too deep, and Max is desperately searching for his lips again, kissing from Daniel’s cheek to his mouth.
Sweet noises escape Max’s lips against his own as he purposefully moves his hands slow and teasing, near begging once again, “Please.”
Daniel struggles to catch what he wants, so he looks to other Daniel for guidance who’s quick to bat Daniel’s hands away from the both of them with a breathless curse. Max must’ve been too close to the edge.
“Here Maxy,” His other self says softly, combing gentle fingers through the younger’s hair before planting a sweet kiss to his lips, “On your knees for Daniel, baby.”
He nods to the side of the bed, and when Max begins to move Daniel starts to protest saying that it’s fine, that he can just lie down or whatever, but his counterpart insists strongly that this is something he simply has to see.
And when Max lowers to his knees, happily taking his cock into his mouth, Daniel understands immediately.
This angle of Max’s face is simply all and more than what his counterpart had made it out to be; every time Max glances upwards at him prettily through his long lashes Daniel struggles to restrain himself from fucking into the younger’s wet mouth.
He looks positively heavenly with Daniel’s cock stuffed into his cheeks, licking and sucking at the head before he’s swallowing Daniel down like a fucking pro and taking him into the back of his throat, humming around his dick like he’s enjoying it.
His other self is back to jerking himself off at the sight of him with Max and Daniel can’t really blame him. His cock is spilling pre-come messily on the sheets as he murmurs small encouragements to Max saying that: he’s so pretty, that he’s so good for them, that he can take more.
And it’s safe to say that it doesn’t take Daniel very long for him to feel his orgasm creeping up on him after that.
The only warning he’s capable of giving is a hoarse groan before he climaxes, relief washing over his body like the warm sun as he spills into Max’s mouth.
Daniel can only gaze down in disbelief once again when Max pulls off of him, allowing some of his come to splatter across his face, staining his flushed cheeks.
Max is gazing up at him with wide eyes, his fat red lips parted and sore and exhausted, when other Daniel reaches out a hand to cup his cheek and jerk his head towards him. Daniel turns his head just in time to catch his other self do just the same as he had done, spilling his load into Max’s mouth; he almost combusts on the spot when Max’s tongue pokes out in an attempt to lick it up.
“Fuck. He’s so—“
Daniel doesn’t realise he’s even started talking until his counterpart turns to look at him with a lazy grin on his face, breathless, “I know, I know. Isn’t he?”
In truth, Daniel doesn’t know how he was going to finish that sentence, but he has a good feeling that his other self understood his sentiments all the same.
“Why don’t you tell him?” Other Daniel prompts quietly as he cards his fingers through Max’s hair, “He loves to hear it more than anything.”
“Max.” Daniel says without thinking, then suddenly realises he doesn’t need to once Max is glancing up at him from his knees with his cum still splattered on his face, “Max, you’re so good, beautiful. You’re so good for me.”
His counterpart was correct, of course, and Max positively beams at his praise. At being called beautiful like Daniel had thought. Max likes being good for him, and the need to reward his efforts is soon itching at him.
“I want to—“ Daniel says, glancing over at his alternate self briefly before looking back at Max, “What can I do?”
Other Daniel has an idea straight away, ushering them both back on the sheets, and as soon as Daniel realises that it involves Max on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed for them he’s thoroughly enthusiastic.
“You want Daniel’s mouth on you, baby?”
His counterpart asks as he lazily traces the shape of Max’s back with a finger before his hands card through the younger’s hair.
Max nods and mumbles little ‘Yes’s in answer, arching his back and pushing his ass backwards towards Daniel as far as he can manage.
It doesn’t take much more begging before Daniel is bracing his hands on Max’s ass and going for it.
This isn’t such new territory for him, for once. He’s eaten ass before. Previous girlfriends seemed to have liked it so it must feel good or whatever… but none were ever as responsive as Max seems to be.
When Daniel puts his tongue to Max his little gasps and whimpers shut up immediately, as if he’s holding his breath with anticipation, and he practically melts forward onto his forearms with the sensation, thrusting his ass further back towards Daniel.
Daniel takes this all in his stride, humming happily in the knowledge he’s making Max feel good, pressing at his insides with his tongue and making his knees buckle.
There’s a shuffling around at the top of the bed and suddenly Max’s soft sounds become garbled when other Daniel presses two fingers into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue whilst he soothes Max’s hair and sings him sweet praises.
Max does everything but complain, sucking on his counterpart’s fingers easily without question. He looks like he’s used to it, and is even more enthusiastic if anything, like he can’t get enough.
“D’you want my fingers?” Daniel asks without thought when Max becomes whiny, the words tumbling out of his mouth, “Want me to open you up, Maxy?”
The nickname doesn’t feel foreign. Not when other Daniel has said it so much already. And Daniel can see himself getting used to using it all too easily.
Other Daniel’s got that smug grin on his face again when Daniel glances up at him to check that everything’s okay, only receiving enthusiastic nods in return.
“Yes,” Max breathes out, his mouth finally empty, “Yes. Please Daniel. Yes.”
“Okay, okay.”
Daniel says to soothe Max as he watches his other self rummage around in the bedside table presumably to locate some lube.
He finds himself stroking over Max’s lower back in the meantime, mesmerised with the way Max arches into the touch like a cat and deciding that there’s way too many things that he doesn’t know about Max in his own universe.
Following the trail of his fingers with his eyes across Max’s hot and pale skin, Daniel comes across the thought that maybe he’d like to discover them for himself.
Pin his Max to the bed and kiss down his neck to make him squirm. Push him to his knees and stuff his cock into his cheeks. Stretch Max’s tight hole open on his cock.
Christ.
Back in the moment other Daniel’s passing him the lube and Daniel’s hands know somehow what to do, warming it up between his fingers before he’s pushing one digit into Max.
Max shifts against the bed at the intrusion whilst other Daniel distracts him, cupping his cheeks gently and kissing his mouth, then nose, and then each cheek making Max chuckle like he was trying to keep it in.
And Daniel didn’t know it could be so easy like this.
He gets to three fingers before he finds Max’s prostate, consoling himself with the fact that this is the kind of thing that one improves at over time. However, Max doesn’t seem to much care with the way he’s writhing back unashamedly against Daniel’s fingers.
“Are you ready baby?” His counterpart asks, tracing his fingers over Max’s lips before planting a kiss there once again, “Whose cock do you want?”
Max sucks in a deep breath as he answers and Daniel’s fingers brush over his prostate once again.
“Both.”
Other Daniel chuckles, familiar crinkles forming around his eyes, “You’ve got us both, baby.”
“No, Daniel. I— at the same time…”
Daniel and his counterpart freeze in tandem, their eyes locking over Max instantly.
“I have thought about it before. I can do it.”
Max just continues like he’s not completely blowing two Daniels’ minds right now.
“I can.”
He says again after neither of them reply, as if they’d simply been doubting his ability and not completely stunned by the fact that Max has thought about this before and is asking for this.
“Jesus Christ, Max.”
Daniel just says. It’s enough to let his other self know he’s completely on board, however, meeting his gaze with a huge grin.
“We’ll work up to it,” Other Daniel compromises with a placating kiss to Max’s head when he looks like he’s about to protest, “I promise, Maxy. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
It takes a bit of repositioning, but soon his counterpart is hovering over Max’s stockily-lithe body, pushing into him slowly and drinking in each and every flicker of sensation that flashes across the younger’s face.
Max’s hands grab wildly onto anything within his reach, his grip twisting at first into the sheets, then to other Daniel’s biceps, before finally settling into his wild curls and repeating the process all over again.
“Daniel.” He breathes out over and over again like a dream. His name on Max’s lips each time the other man thrusts sharply inside him. ”Daniel.”
Daniel doesn’t notice Max reaching for his hand across the sheets until their fingers touch, alerting him to its presence with a jolt.
“You can touch me,” Max says, “Touch— Daniel, you can touch me. Please.”
As he speaks, Max is guiding Daniel’s hands downwards, pressing them to where he’s getting fucked into. Breath refuses to cross his lips.
He thinks he knows what Max wants… but surely…
“Please,” Max begs shakily as he arches his neck back against the pillows, “Please, Daniel. Your fingers— ah, as well.”
Oh God. Daniel is literally going to go insane.
He’s liberal with the lube before pushing his fingers back against Max’s hole. Where Max so desperately wants them. He can feel his counterpart continuing to push into him, but he’s way too busy staring up at Max’s face as he sinks one finger in alongside.
Pure fucking bliss.
That’s what it looks like sprawled across Max’s face as he cries out in pleasure at the stretch.
“Fuck, Maxy. You’re so—“
His counterpart is staring down at his boyfriend with disbelief and so much adoration it almost makes Daniel’s stomach flip.
He manages to work it up to two fingers plus other Daniel’s cock until Max gets impatient and begins insisting that he’s ready. That he can take it. That he wants the stretch, Daniel, please.
It doesn’t take other Daniel long to cave to Max’s wishes; he looks like he’s just about holding on himself. And it takes a lot of repositioning but finally, finally, Daniel sinks his dick into Max alongside his counterpart.
They barely fit inside together because Max is so, so tight, but Max’s inherent stubbornness and determination makes it work and it’s positively euphoric.
The stretch of Max around his cock is unlike anything Daniel has ever felt before, and it’s an even more obscene sight. Max’s eyes locked onto where his boyfriend and Daniel are disappearing inside of him, the jut of his bottom lip caught between his teeth, plump, red and pink.
And Max won’t stop moaning as they move together, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, over and over like it’s the only word he knows. Like he can’t believe this is actually happening. And frankly, neither can Daniel.
He’s having the best sex of his God damn life and it’s with himself from a parallel universe and his boyfriend, who also happens to be one of his own good friends. Bloody hell.
Max is babbling now, near incoherent, about how he loves the stretch, how big they feel inside of him, how he’s thought of this before, got off to it.
When Max can’t hold on any longer, he’s extremely vocal, his moans quickening and breath hitching in-between, so Daniel leans down and kisses him to swallow the sounds as he follows him over the edge.
They’re careful when they pull out. Daniel first and then his counterpart, Max too blissed out to wince, and watch silently as a mixture of their cum drips from Max’s gaping hole.
Other Daniel collects some with his thumb before pushing it back into Max, the slide easy and the stretch non-existent, just to hear his boyfriend emit an over-sensitised gasp.
“Fuck, Maxy.”
“Yeah.”
Max‘s lilted tone tiredly agrees as he stretches out on the bed and beckons the two of them back up to him.
“Yeah.”
Daniel echoes, satisfied, as he comes face to face with Max’s blissed-out expression against the pillows. The rosy-red tint of his cheeks. The light sheen of sweat across his forehead, little wisps of his golden-brown hair sticking there.
Fuck. Daniel thinks as he allows himself to be guided against one side of Max’s chest, automatically burrowing himself into the surprising warmth he finds there.
“It was good then?”
Max questions as if Daniel’s cum isn’t leaking out of him onto the sheets as they speak.
Daniel finds himself too tired to string a sentence together and so nods with his nose pressed into the younger’s chest, emitting a contented hum. He can practically hear Max’s smile when he starts talking again a few seconds later.
“So you will talk to your Max?”
When Daniel apparently takes a little too long to respond, he goes on.
“He wants this. Even if he does not know he does.”
One of Max’s hands has found his head, gently playing with his curls, the other supposedly mirroring his actions upon his counterpart.
“And if he does know, he will not allow himself to hope. He does not think he deserves you.”
Just like that Daniel’s heart aches for the version of Max he’s left back at home. His friend. Colleague. Ex-teammate. His Max.
He craves their inside jokes. The ones that no one else finds funny except for the Dutchman. He misses his laugh. The one where Max is loud and doesn’t hold back. Not around Daniel. Because he would never. He knows he doesn’t have to.
Daniel misses racing him on track. Sharing podiums, frenzied looks, and sticky bottles of champagne.
But more than anything he wants this.
Max pressed up against him as close as humanly possible, burying his face into Daniel’s neck, warmth emanating between and around them.
He wants this with his Max.
Daniel can’t think of a world without it.
“Of course I will.”