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Carlos watched with vague bemusement as the two omegas played together in front of the camera; telling each other jokes and giggling, hands jumping out to prod and squeeze their friend's body. It was a sweet display of pure omega companionship, with none of the deferring or wariness that Alphas often caused when they were close.
People - and people that included Carlos’s father - thought that it wasn’t quite right that two omegas should be driving for a top team, while Alphas were stuck playing second fiddle at Toro Rosso.
While Carlos had left that whole system behind, he didn’t have a problem with Max and Daniel being RedBull drivers. They were the best, and that was really all that mattered, plus Carlos found it hard to think anything bad about them when they were so cute together.
Daniel didn’t really look like an Omega, until he opened his mouth and then a million silly, needy things spilled out, and you suddenly realised how tiny he was. Max was curvy and thick, and had been very reserved for the first few years of his career, but with Daniel around he let his happiness and joy spill out too.
Watching them tease and play was a beautiful sight, and the scent of happy omega was flowing out from the corner of the paddock where RedBull were filming their latest PR video. Carlos shouldn’t really be watching, but he had been walking off to find some lunch and got distracted watching Max’s cheeks flush and sunshine burst from Daniel’s dimpled cheeks.
They smelt excellent, both of them, and Carlos had to adjust his stance slightly to hide the way his dick was taking interest in the sight of two pretty omegas completely unselfconscious and relaxed. He liked the idea that they would be like that in bed too, happy and horny and wanting Carlos to make them feel good…
“No, no, Daniel, stop,” wheezed Max, and Daniel was waving something in his face - a fruit? A toy? - while Max tried to turn away, bent over and holding his stomach, and they were both laughing so much, it almost looked painful-
Carlos realised what was going to happen a moment before it did, with a strange sense of premonition. He’d seen it before, when his little cousins were having too much fun together and it got too much for their small bodies, their happiness becoming overwhelming and needing a release.
It wasn’t meant to happen to older omegas, but Max’s eyes suddenly went wide, and his hand shot out to grab Daniel’s wrist tightly. Carlos took a step forward, staring in fascination as Max whimpered and then a dark spot suddenly began to appear at the crotch of his tight blue jeans.
Once the smell hit the air, Daniel stood no chance, the sympathetic response kicking in and his lips parted in shock as clearly began to piss himself too.
The RedBull staff seemed much slower on the uptake than Carlos, they couldn’t seem to work out why the two omegas had stopped being funny for the camera. Max and Daniel were instantly huddling together now, like penguins or some other pack animal, pressing close and Max was still letting out distressed little sounds, while Daniel was biting his lip hard and not saying anything.
Daniel’s wide, desperate eyes caught Carlos’s, who was already walking over.
“Turn that off now,” snapped Carlos at the RedBull media beta. Their noses were basically useless, if they couldn’t smell the sour scent of embarrassment and the tang of piss that was only getting stronger. “Leave.”
“What?” asked the beta, but Carlos just growled at her and she backed down. Idiot beta.
“It’s okay, shh,” rumbled Carlos carefully, because there were so many people around and he hated to see the two omegas so upset. Someone else would be coming to investigate any moment, but Carlos didn’t want anyone else seeing this.
Some part of him was delighted to have the opportunity to step in and look after them, it soothed something primal to know that two lovely omegas needed him. Carlos was more than accepting of omegas driving in Formula One, but he also knew they were never happier than when they were getting an Alpha’s attention and knot.
“My motorhome is close, come,” he ordered gently, and Max was clinging onto Daniel, but he raised his head and his face was bright red.
“I didn’t mean to,” he tried to explain to Carlos, as though it mattered. Daniel was still uncharacteristically silent, just holding Max and his bottom lip a bit unsteady.
“I know, cariño, I will get you cleaned up,” promised Carlos, and he reached out to touch Daniel’s back, to push them together in the direction he had been walking before he stopped to watch them.
It was hard for the first few steps, and Carlos noticed the little puddle the two omegas left behind, along with the obviously wet patch running down Max’s leg. You couldn’t see anything over Daniel’s black jeans, but Carlos didn’t have to see it. He could smell it all over them.
It was only thirty metres of Carlos guiding them forwards, until he was unlocking his motorhome and putting his hands on Max’s waist to push him up the stairs. The door closed safe and secure behind them.
“See, it is nothing bad,” he rumbled at them, feeling his hand twitching to touch them, to soothe out the tension flooding both their bodies. Max’s blue eyes were wide and wet, while Daniel was looking at the ground. “You will take off your clothes and we will clean you up.”
There was a second of hesitation. Omegas should know better than to follow Alphas back to their rooms, and strip off when they’re told to, but Max and Daniel knew Carlos. They were together. And their piss-wet clothes were clinging to their bodies, so after a second, Max reached for the front of his RedBull polo and dragged to over his head.
Carlos put a hand out to take it, but his eyes were on Max’s chest. His puffy nipples poking out from fleshy tits; Carlos wondered if they bounced when he got fucked. Then Max reached fumbling fingers for his jeans, whining in unhappiness at the unpleasant process of peeling them down off his long legs, and then undoing his shoes to get them off.
When he passed them to Carlos, they were wet and still warm. His tiny cocklet was slightly chubbed up, and there were a few drops of piss still trapped under the foreskin. It sat prettily above his thick thighs and Carlos - for the first time in his entire life - felt the urge to get on his knees. He wanted to know what it tasted like, he wanted to fit the whole thing in his both and suck on it.
“I’m sorry, Daniel,” explained Max again, standing naked and soft in front of Carlos, but still seemingly more worried that he had upset his friend. “It doesn’t happen often, it has not happened for a long time.”
“It’s okay, Maxy, chill,” replied Daniel, finally raising his head and letting out a sigh. His eyes were wet too, dampness on his long lashes, and Carlos had to grip Max’s damp, heavily scented clothes more tightly to try and suppress his own arousal.
Daniel kicked off his shoes and jeans first, revealing his smooth thighs with the pretty ink patterns, and then off came his RedBull polo, leaving the delicate shape of him bare of Carlos’s hungry eyes. Everything about Daniel was small below his neck, with tight dark nipples and a tiny waist, with his shy little omega-dick hanging cutely from where he clearly waxed.
They were completely different, but somehow both oozed omega charm and sweetness. Carlos couldn’t believe they were both standing naked in front of him, and if it wasn’t for the pile of clothes in his arms, his own scent and very hard dick would be obvious.
“The shower,” he nodded towards the small cubicle. “I will send for more clothes.”
Daniel just nodded, shooting Carlos a curious look, before grabbing Max’s hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. It was impossible for Carlos not to watch the perfect pair of cute, smooth asses disappear around the corner.
As soon as the water turned on, Carlos reached down to pull out his dick, stuffing his face into the clothes in his other arm. They smelt like ripe omega, a mix of Max and Daniel, with a tinge of embarrassment and the crisp scent of piss. It was rich, intoxicating. His moan was smothered into the material, his hand wrapped around his thick shaft as he worked it up and down.
His head was exploding with the images of those two perfect omega bodies; the way Carlos wanted to lay them down on top of each other and take his pick of their wet holes, he wanted to watch pale skin against olive tan, see the way their little dicks bounced while they rode his cock.
Carlos jerked off for a couple of minutes, but didn’t come. He wanted to empty in a warm and willing omega, not waste it on his imagination and right hand.
He stuffed the soiled clothes into a spare bag and dropped it on the doorstep, texting someone in the team to get them cleaned. He thought about asking for some fresh clothing from RedBull, but… no. They could wear his clothes. If they wore clothes at all.
Carlos stepped into the enclosed bathroom, and was only slightly surprised to see that Daniel and Max had crowded into the shower cubicle together. There was barely room to move, and they were just cuddling close under the hot spray, faces tucked into each other’s neck.
“Now, no, you must clean,” pointed out Carlos, clicking his tongue. “You can do this later, touch each other afterwards.”
Daniel turned his head to meet Carlos’s eyes, and it was clear that he could smell how turned on Carlos was. His pupils blew out slightly, and Carlos saw the way his toes curled against the tiles, his ass properly clenching around nothing as the scent of Alpha soaked into his brain.
Omegas were so responsive, it was a beautiful sight. Carlos stepped forwards a little, and Max turned his head to look at him too. His eyes dropped down to the hard outline of Carlos’s cock in his jeans.
“Do you need to go again?” asked Carlos, because he had smelt it before, but he wanted to see it. He wanted to see every detail of these sweet, nervous omegas pissing themselves. “Go now, and then you can get clean.”
He used his Alpha voice. It was a bit… impolite to do with no warning, but they were naked in his shower, and Carlos only wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any more accidents.
Daniel let out a choked sound, and Max whimpered. Both their little dicks twitched and then a small stream of piss released from both as Carlos watched, dripping down their thighs and mixing with the shower water.
There wasn’t much, but then they rubbed their hips together, fat little shafts creating friction and forcing out a few final drops. Max moaned, his soft stomach quivering and Daniel’s arms were tight around his shoulders.
“Very good,” rumbled Carlos comfortingly. His dick was throbbing, a knot threatening to swell at the base. “I will clean you now.”
The room smelt like him and his need, and he could begin to pick up the answering sweet scent of slick from the two omegas. After all, he had saved them and cared for them, and nothing turned an omega on more than that.
Carlos picked up a bar of soap and ignored the drops of water getting on his shirt as he carefully ran it over Max’s body, soaping in slow circles around his beautiful tits and then down to his stomach, before washing his pillowy balls and fat little cock.
It was hard in his hand by the time he got there, pressing up against his palm, and Max moaned. Carlos growled happily in reply, before turning to Daniel. He cleaned him carefully, and when he reached his ass, he let one of his fingers delve between the perky cheeks.
It was soaking wet and almost impossible for Carlos to stop his finger sinking in, while Daniel let out a muffled moan. When Carlos turned his head, Max and Daniel were kissing, clinging to each other while Carlos’s finger disappeared inside Daniel’s body.
“I think you are clean now, or will soon not be,” laughed Carlos, and Max’s face was split in a grin when he pulled away from Daniel’s mouth. The shock of earlier seemed to have faded, leaving Carlos with two happy omegas again. Two happy - and horny - omegas.
“There is not room in here for three,” said Max, and he pushed Daniel into Carlos’s arms, giving him a wet, laughing, clinging armful of omega.
“Max is right,” said Daniel, and he leaned down to give Carlos a kiss. His mouth tasted like Max, and Carlos groaned, his dick actually hurting where it was confined while his hands had so much soft skin to explore. “I reckon we need room for three.”
And suddenly Carlos was being pulled towards his own bed, then pushed onto his back, while Daniel unbuttoned for his jeans. Max straddled his waist, leaning down so that his chest was hovering over Carlos’s face.
Carlos opened his mouth and licked at one tempting nipple, making Max happily shudder.
“I’ll fight you for his knot,” said Daniel, unseen behind Max, but Carlos could feel the palms that slid up his hairy thighs and then the two hands that wrapped around his dick. “Fuck, Chilli, this is a beast.”
“Daniel likes them big,” explained Max, and Carlos could only nod, latching onto his chest again, groaning at the way Max’s little cock was rubbing enthusiastic and wet against his stomach.
He closed his eyes and tucked his hands up behind his head, happy to let the grateful omegas repay him for his kindness earlier. A few seconds later, when the tip of his dick was pressing into warm and wet hole, he honestly didn’t know which one of them it was.