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He hated Sebastian Vettel, that was something everybody from Red Bull knew. Why? No consequences, the young driver took all of his glory, destroyed his hard work and turned the whole team against Mark. Yet the Australian still found himself watched by the blonde, even when he just finished scolding him for some stupid mistake. It was weird, the way Seb looked up at him with doe-eyes, half lidded and lip between his teeth, almost as if he was day-dreaming.
Nothing ever happened, even though Mark shamefully admitted he hoped for something, even in his angriest moments, when he wanted to fuck Seb against the wall right there, just to make him feel remorseful for once.
But it all should change when the 2010 European Grand Prix came around the corner. Mark managed P2 in qualifying while none other than the annoying german stood glorious on P1, just 0.075 seconds faster, which was infuriatingly close to Webber's own time. Seeing Sebastian smile like a little child seemed to just cause a turmoil of emotions inside of Mark, making his head jumbled and unfocused. Maybe that was the reason he dropped to P9 in the first turn, or he just wanted to place blame.
He pitted early, on lap 7, but his crew was slower then they had to be, his tire seemingly hard to fit. Mark tried not to rage, but he was already furious since he was dropping down tragically and Seb was still leading, 3 seconds faster as well. Rejoining the race, feeling like all of his adrenaline washed over his body and left him shaking, he was in P18. Vettel was probably happy somewhere up ahead. The least the Australian could do is try to advance as much as he could for the remainder of the race, not give up mentally just cause of errors.
On lap 9, he was trailing behind Kovalainen for 17th, when he saw the driver ahead hit the breaks, car sliding under his own, making the Red Bull fly up in the air. Mark had never felt this scared, silence enveloping him, the only thing that could be heard was air whistling and parts of his car hitting the pavement as he rotated several times and hit the wall, his leg being slammed into the cockpit, feeling it slightly crack, muscle put in an awkward position. His neck also snapped, eliciting a flash of pain. Mark's race was over.
Watching the rest of the Grand Prix from a bench in the garage, lying to the crew about the pain he was actually in, Mark felt demolished. Watching Sebastian get on that podium, smiling and raising the trophy, Mark was offered a replay of his own crash. The mechanics all looked at him with some sort of fear in their eyes, as the way the car rolled could have ended fatally for him.
The pain in his leg kept bothering him, but he didn't want to say anything, since the crash was humiliating enough. One Red Bull driver winning and the other DNF-ing for bad personal strategy. He kept low in the dark garage where his damaged car was parked, looking at the crew passing through the slight opening that the angle of the separator between garages created. The place he stood in wasn't quite noticeable, since it was like a round hole dug in the back of the right wall, lined with a couch. Massaging his neck, he saw a flash of blue before a blonde head full of curls entered the space, catching Mark right as he groaned in pain.
"Mark?" A sweet voice with heavy german accent echoed through the garage, making Webber grimace. Why was Seb here? To rub it in his face?
"What, mate?" he answered exasperated, while Sebastian moved towards him, putting his hands on either side of Mark's hiding spot, towering above him.
"I- uh, saw the crash and I wanted to check up on you. Are you sure you're ok?" His blue eyes sparkled in worry, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks somehow red, as if he was flustered. Mark just stared at the young man in front of him, who beat him in every single race, but still was there to express his fears towards the safety of his teammate.
"Is there something wrong? Does...anything hurt?" Seb said, leaning even more towards the Australian.
In that moment, Mark decided to tell the german, for no actual reason then just being desperate to be in somebody's centre of attention, even if that someone happened to be Vettel.
"I hit my leg and my neck pretty hard at the impact, but I'll be fine, don't worry..." He puffed out, while lying relaxed on his back.
Sebastian suddenly sat next to him, taking his injured leg in between his palms, rubbing it slowly, positioning it on top of his own. Mark's eyes snapped open, staring widely at the german massaging him, actually helping him make the pain less intense.
"Is this good? Do you feel better?" Seb asked, locking eyes with Webber, who just couldn't talk anymore. He was ashamed to admit that the massage not only made his leg feel good, but also Mark himself.
"Ah, yeah, thanks, Seb," the Australian managed to mutter. The blonde just stared at his leg, as if he was pondering something, while Mark's nerves were shot up in anticipation. Vettel took his hands away, leaving the other shot by the sudden loss of contact, but not for too long, as the blonde sat right on his lap, legs on each side of Mark, pressing with his weight right on top of his crotch, making him huff. Out of instinct, the brunette's hands flew to Seb's thighs, stabilising him, as his clear blue eyes were opened, piercing Mark's soul. Embarrassment for his instinct flared up in his stomach, as his mind raced at millions of kilometres per hour, trying to figure out why in the world he just did that. Seb not only looked just as shocked as Webber at his action, but some sort of concentration pooled in his blue irises.
"Your neck you said? Gut." A wave of heat washed over the Aussie as Sebastian moved towards his face, actually settling in the crook of his neck and starting to press gentle kisses alongside the skin there, making Mark's breath hitch. The german's lips were soft and puffy, relaxing the tense muscles there as Seb started grinding down slowly, almost unnoticeably. As he reached Mark's jaw, trailing it with his tongue as well, he stopped and looking his teammate in the eyes, before leaning forwards and pressing their lips together, finally. Not in a thousand years, Mark swore. Not in a thousand years would he expect this result from a horrific crash. Guiltily, he thought maybe he should crash more.
It felt like an explosion of passion and while Sebastian bit the Aussie's lower lip to allow him to slip his tongue in, Mark almost came right there and then. His hands were running over the blonde's curvy waist and his cute round ass, while the younger man whimpered against his lips, pushing his hips even harder on Mark's lap, making him also groan out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Sebi, that definitely made me feel much better," he said, out of breath, while they parted for a mere second, just to lunge towards each other the next one.
A loud noise in the garage, though, made them spring apart, Sebastian almost falling on his back.
"Hey, Seb! How are ya?" Rocky, one of the race engineers, was amongst the people now flooding the garage to move Mark's damaged car. He should have thought of that, now it was too late. Him and Sebastian shared a quick look of regret as the blonde moved towards the frenchman to talk to him about small details of the race, leaving Mark half-hard and confused.
Later that evening
The celebration party was fun if you were the winner. But if you weren't, it didn't even help you forget the disaster and have fun. In Mark's case, watching Sebastian at the table with the crew, being congratulated by everyone there, was tough. The Aussie got up to head to the bar for a second beer and as he waited for it, someone sat themselves next to him.
"Hi, Mark," Seb was all smiles, like a radiant sunshine that he always was, even in the dark of the hotel party area, he seemed to glow.
His shirt sat on his hips, showing a little sliver of skin and his hair was tussled, as if somebody had ran his hand through it just a minute ago.
"I never actually congratulated you, y'know?" Mark started, throwing the german a grin, while the other's eyes moved between his eyes and lips. "It was an amazing race, you were a rocket ship, mate,"
Vettel giggled, his smile growing even more, making him cuter than he ever was. Smiling suited him, Mark decided. He wanted to make Seb smile forever, just so he could look so beautiful.
"Did that massage help? Or would you happen to be in need of more?" the blonde asked, leaning towards his teammate. Straight to the point, Mark supposed. He couldn't he disagreed, his own thoughts being thrown in the whole matter, unable to focus on anything else.
"It was good, but you know there's actually something sore near my mouth, or my chest, yeah? And maybe even further down-"
Sebastian's head seemed to figuratively ping as if an idea just popped into his mind and taking Mark's free hand, the one not holding the beer, in his, he quickly replied:
"My services are much better in a bed, y'know, and my room doesn't seem so far, doesn't it?"
Both of them got up and hurried out of the enclosure, hoping no one noticed them in the crowd full of dancing people. Running down the halls, Mark hurried to slap the button of the elevator. The doors opened and Sebastian pressed 5, while looking naughtily at Mark, who was forcing himself not to fuck the german against the elevator mirror.
As Sebastian struggled to fit the key in the hole, the Aussie took the other driver's small hands into his and helped him open the door finally. Once it was closed he found himself pressed up against the wooden surface, Seb already eager to devour his lips as he did earlier that day. Mark wrapped his arms around his middle, pressing them as close as possible, and inserting his thigh in between the younger's legs, making him moan.
Their tongues licked inside of each other's mouth while they were both eager for more contact. The german felt like a drop of golden sun and Mark revered in the sweet taste of his lips as well as the pleasant warmth of his body against him.
The blonde suddenly dropped down to his knees, rushing to undo Mark's belt and drag down his pants and boxers to his knees. Looking up innocently, he wrapped his lips around Mark's hard cock, making the brunette groan at how soft his mouth felt, running his fingers through the blonde curls. Bobbing his head and using his tongue masterfully, licking the tip every time, Sebastian brought Mark close to the edge. Before sliding off the door, since his knees had gone soft, the Australian dragged him back up by the shoulders and smashed their lips once again, trying to move away from the door and to the bedroom, remembering his own hotel room's layout. Accidentally hitting Seb with the sharp corner of the kitchen counter, making him grunt a little, he lifted the blonde up by his ass, the other putting his legs around Mark's middle and his arms fast around his neck, interrupting the make out so they can navigate safely.
Once at the edge of the bed, Mark put the other driver down on the mattress, just staring at his fucked out face, adorned with red blush, chest rising up and down.
"You're so pretty, you know that, sunshine?" he said, leaning to unbuckle Sebastian's belt and drag down his loose jeans, probably three sizes bigger. Mark was followed closely by the other's eyes which were stuck in a gaze of marvel.
"Fuck me faster, bitte, Mark, I can't wait, please..." The blonde replied, voice shivering in anticipation, desperation seeping out of his words. Mark has played out a lot of different scenarios of how this would go down, but none of them included Seb begging, since he was always stubborn and complaining all the time about how he was bossed around.
"I didn't hear that quite well, mate, mind repeating?" Webber told the one underneath him while taking off his Red Bull team shirt, which was the only piece of clothing that Mark noticed actually fit the blonde right, since it was directly made for his measurements.The Australian loved the way it outlined his hips and small body.
"Mein Gott! Please, please, Mark, faster, for once..." Sebastian looked like he was about to cry in frustration, as the brunette slowly took a lube bottle out of the drawer.
"Patience, Sebi, you don't want to get hurt," he responded, while coaxing his fingers with the sticky substance and inserting them in the german's tight hole, while the other whimpered and sighed at the same time, finally being touched. Seb took Mark's other hand and guided it towards his chest, running it over his own skin, biting his big, plump lower lip, which was now velvety. Pumping his fingers in and out while playing with the german's nipples, making him yelp out-loud, Mark wondered whether he was dreaming, again, like he was every night, wishing he could kiss every inch of his teammate's body.
Adding three fingers, Seb screamed out and his hands grabbed Mark's shoulders, dragging him forwards and kissing again, with sheer animalistic force and need. While he did that, Mark felt his shirt being taken off, needing to break the contact so it can be thrown on the floor, while his jeans already pooled at his feet, only needing to kick them off.
"I'm fine, i'm good, you're done, now fuck me against this mattress until my screams reach the bottom floor, so everyone can hear how good you make me feel," Vettel held a poisoning eye contact while Mark felt his knees buckle at his words.
"Want that?"
He did. That's why, quickly, throwing the bottle of lube after he covered himself in it, Mark prodded the other's asshole with his cock, finally sliding in slowly, feeling Seb's breath hitch as small sounds of pleasure escaped his red lips. Caressing the outside of his thigh, squeezing it, he finally bottomed out, grunting as he felt Sebastian tense around him, sensitive muscle pulsing.
Gradually moving faster and faster and hitting harder each thrust, Mark searched for the other's sweet spot, while Seb moaned in pleasure, legs circling the Australian's hips, pressing them together even more. As Mark hit Sebastian just where it was right, the younger screamed out, making sure that now everyone who was near the room or beside it would know what they were doing. Leaning down on the german, Mark kissed him softly, the blonde's delicate hands cupping his cheeks, while he shivered uncontrollably.
All Sebastian could muster was chanting Mark's name, over and over again in all sorts of pitches, while the brunette felt close to the edge, for the second time that night.
"Fuck, Sebi, you feel so good, come on, baby," he whispered into the other's ear, caressing the side of his face with his nose, kissing down Seb's neck.
"Ah, ah, Mark-" was all he could get out before the orgasm hit him, making his body go limp, and his eyes black out because of the pleasure. The Australian followed quickly afterwards, driven by the tight muscles clenching around him, his thrusts becoming inconsistent. He collapsed on top of Sebastian, taking great concern in not crushing the younger one, while his mind went into an overload of feelings.
"You okay?" he asked, but in return he just received a weak chuckle from underneath, as he rested his head on the blonde's chest.
"Ja, I'm fine. That was the best I've ever had," Seb ruffled Mark's hair and trailed down his back with his fingers, delicately.
As they rested together, it felt complete, even though in all their interactions it was never quite clear why they would ever end up together, yet here they were. Only after many years would Mark understand that Sebastian was the worst and also the best he would ever experience. All of his sides were only seen by one person and that was the rookie that crashed into him in 2007, which he saw crying in a corner, Mark aching to go over to comfort him, instead he just walked past, trying to forget about it. Yet, it never left him, his weakness for the german. Every race Seb won and Mark lost, it felt as if a single piece was taken away each time, but another one was there instead. As Sebastian destroyed his career, he made him fall in love, without wanting to. Maybe Mark was insane and didn't know what he wanted.
Or maybe Sebastian Vettel was the undoing and the redoing of Mark Webber.