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Max sat frustrated on the carpet of his hotel room, the entire contents of his luggage haphazardly thrown around him.
Fuck just one more weekend. He just needed to get through one more weekend. One more race until the summer break, until he was due to have his scheduled heat in the comfort of his own Monaco flat and yet, he’d somehow managed to forget to take his suppressant yesterday and now couldn’t find them fucking anywhere.
He could already feel the prickling at his skin. The restlessness and frustration knotting under his ribs, further compounded by his futile search for his suppressants.
Max took a few deep breaths and grinded his teeth together before getting to his feet and waddling to the bathroom to reapply his scent blocker. He hadn’t reapplied it since this morning and was fairly certain the scent of his preheat was starting to seep through.
Then, he grabbed his phone and hotel keycard and marched down the hall towards the lifts. If he remembered correctly McLaren were staying on the fourth floor.
***
“No mate! Once you touch it you gotta fucking push it!” Lando cried.
“We never made that rule!”
“That just is the rule! You’ve gotta push that one now!”
“But I reckon it’s gonna fall over.”
Lando shrugged “Not my problem”
Oscar groaned “Fine, I’ll keep you happy!”
Oscar nudged the jenga brick. It didn’t move. He pushed it harder and felt the whole tower begin to shift.
“Mate this whole thing’s gonna fall.”
“Just push it!”
Oscar rolled his eyes and did as Lando said and predictably the whole tower slowly toppled over. Much to Lando’s absolute joy.
“Mate!” The Brit laughed “I don’t think i’ve ever seen someone lose on the first move”
“Well now you have” Oscar deadpanned, gesturing to the mess of wooden blocks, before hopping off the bed to collect the ones that had fallen onto the floor.
Just then he heard a knock.
“I got it,” Lando chirped, jumping off the bed and scurrying towards the door. Oscar spotted a brick that had somehow lodged itself under the bed. He reached for it, squeezing his hand into the small gap between the baseboard and carpet.
Once he’d finally pried it out he knelt up to toss it, and the other collected bricks onto the bed and, as he peered over the bedsheets he noticed Max and their gazes met.
“Hi” Oscar waved, jumping up and shimmying around the bed to perch on the end of it, trying to look casual.
“Uh, hi,” Max smiled in return with a quick wave, but his voice sounded tight and he looked a little stressed, nothing like his normal composed demeanour. He was dishevelled and his cheeks pink, his fringe dampened with sweat. He looked like he’d just climbed from his race car in parc ferme just without the indents from the balaclava on his face and no camera crews or photographers to capture the moment. Thankfully however Oscar was capturing it just fine.
And that was when he smelled it, it was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but there was no mistaking, even with the scent blockers he was sure Max was wearing, Oscar could smell him, Max, an omega, an omega going into heat.
And he smelt incredible, Oscar twitched in his seat, like he had to physically hold himself back from jumping up and striding over to the dutchman, to stop himself burying his face in the man’s neck to scent him.
Oscar wiggled his nose, trying to chase away the pheromones nestled there.
“Come in!” Lando said, ushering Max into his hotel room like he couldn’t smell the dutchman, like he had no idea that Max was in pre-heat, like it wasn’t a bad idea to shut him in a room with an alpha, even if that alpha was only Oscar.
Lando closed the hotel door behind him then scurried to the bathroom to collect what Oscar could only assume was his spare suppressants. Max lingered in the entryway, his hands buried in his pockets but his wide eyes never leaving Oscar’s. And now that he was closer, now that they were shut in a room together Oscar could take apart the intricacies of his smell. He smelt like an old car, tobacco, stale fuel, and old leather combined with the tang of fresh cut grass.
Oscar took a deep breath and fidgeted again as he fought the warm throngs of arousal that threatened to make themselves known. “You doing okay?” He asked, refusing to let his impulses get the better of him. He was well known for his outwardly calm and collected appearance after all
“Been better” Max answered honestly with a polite upturn of his mouth.
“Yeah, I can imagine.” Oscar responded almost apologetically.
But Max looked almost confused . “Sorry?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean offence, I’m just- I’m sure going into heat before the weekend isn’t exactly… ideal.”
Max’s eyes widened with shock “I’m not going into heat!” He lied but the dutchman said it like he somehow believed it to be true.
Oscar should have just agreed or apologised, should have saved Max the embarrassment, but he didn’t.
“Max, I can smell you…” Oscar replied, slow and careful “It might be too late- for the suppressants I mean.”
Max’s beautiful blue eyes screwed shut. “Fuck!” He cursed with a sigh, throwing his head back in exasperation, baring his neck.
Oscar jumped to his feet in an instant before catching himself.
What the fuck? Was he really just about to-
“Sorry” he muttered, lowering himself back onto the mattress. But when he dared look back up, Max was watching him. Not in a threatened, keep your eye on the predator way, but in an almost charged way, a knowing way like he understood what Oscar wanted and was trying to tell him he wanted it too.
He could see it, in Max’s eyes, the dutchman was almost daring him to make a move, to take the leap, to challenge him. His gaze seemed almost alpha, in the way he unwaveringly stared, in the way he didn’t submit or back down.
And Oscar very much wanted.
He got to his feet again, “I can- If you want me to I can-”
Then Lando reappeared from the bathroom. “I have five spare, hopefully that's-'' Max shot over to brit and practically snatched the pills from him. He counted out two, popped them into his mouth, then dry swallowed them.
“Thanks” He replied curt then turned on his heels and left without looking back.
***
Back in his hotel room, Max ate his dinner, showered then changed into his pyjamas (a plain white shirt and boxers) but, as he lay face up on the bed, not even bothering to get under the duvet, he could still feel the wisps of heat at the back of his neck and in his stomach, and it wasn’t fading. Oscar had been right, it was too late.
He could feel it building, slow and steady, like a rising tide, and Max knew it’s only a matter of time.
Shit , he had media tomorrow and the rest of the weekend after that and, if spent alone, his heat wouldn’t finish until Saturday at the earliest and he’d have to forfeit the whole weekend.
That was, unless he could find a heat partner. He sighed, he had no choice but to find a heat partner.
He considered who he could ask, It used to be his trainer, Bradley Scanes but, as of this year, he and Max no longer worked together. Daniel had helped him before but he wouldn’t be flying in until tomorrow morning and by then it would be too late. He supposed he could ask Carlos but they weren't really that close anymore, hadn’t really ever been, and besides he was mated with Charles now. He was sure there were plenty of team members who would be willing to help. Maybe GP or even Christian but, as he mentally listed his options, he couldn’t help but keep thinking back to Oscar .
How the aussie’s scent had hit him as Lando opened the hotel room, how strangely relaxed it had made him feel. He figured the smell had simply lingered from an alpha Lando must have had around, but then Oscar’s head popped up from behind the bed and Max realised it was him.
Unintrusive, self assured. Like creosote and petrichor.
Fuck it! Why not shoot his shot? The worst thing that would happen was that Oscar would turn him down, and somehow he didn’t think the aussie would.
He scrambled for his phone and called Lando.
***
“Yeah, he’s still here” Lando held out the phone to Oscar “It’s for you” he whispered.
Oscar cocked his head in confusion then hesitantly took it. He pulled it to his ear then wandered into the bathroom for some privacy.
“Hello?” He answered.
He realised it was Max as soon as the dutchman started talking. “Hey, so um. I need a heat partner.” He said without hesitation.
Oscar’s heart leapt and his stomach churned. “Right…” He said, his voice as even as he could manage “So do you need me to find you someone? or-”
“-No… I’m asking you“ Max responded like it was obvious, and in hindsight Oscar realised it probably had been.
“Me?”
“Yeah”
“Why me?”
Max sighed “I knew this was dumb. It’s fine I’ll- I’ll ask someone else.”
“-No I- it’s not that- I’m just surprised… that you- Me.” Oscar shrugged before realising Max couldn’t see it.
He’d had a crush on the dutchman for years before he’d even joined the sport. He’d always been a fan of redbull and Max was their protege, their wonderkid. He looked up to Max, who had achieved so much, who was the benchmark, the ultimate pinnacle. So he could surely be forgiven for doubting that Max would be interested in someone like him.
“Your smell made me feel calm.” The dutchman said bluntly and Oscar was glad for the fact Max was merely a voice on a phone and not actually in front of him. He was sure he’d turned an almost Ferrari red and the beaming smile that refused to abate probably looked ridiculous.
“Thank-you” he quickly muttered then took a steadying breath, “Right. Okay let me grab some stuff then I’ll be right over.” he said, finally regaining his composure.
“Thanks”
“It’s nothing, what’s your room number?”
“Oh right, Um, Six-two-five”
“Okay I’ll be there shortly”
Oscar hung up, splashed some water on his face, then exited the bathroom.
“Um…” He told Lando gesturing towards the door. “I need to go. Max needs some… help.”
Lando had made himself comfortable on his bed with his playstation controller in hand. He raised his eyebrow suggestively but thankfully refrained from teasing. He did, however, wink and offer a quick “Fun!”
Oscar threw Lando back his phone then collected his things and left, he hurried back to his own hotel room to shower, cut his nails and change before grabbing his backpack and wallet and venturing down to the little shop in the lobby to buy some RedBull and snacks. He then made his way back up to Max’s room.
***
What was taking Oscar so long?
Max had cleared up all the mess from his earlier searching, throwing it haphazardly into his suitcase in the corner. It wasn’t neat or particularly tidy but he figured it was good enough. Since then he’d resorted to agitatedly pacing back and forth in his room. The suppressants were doing their job in taking the edge off but he was by no means comfortable. He felt too hot and hated the way his shirt clung to his back, but at the same time his whole body was covered in goosebumps and he couldn’t help but shiver. He felt like he had a fever and he knew the only thing that would soothe him was Oscar’s scent so where the fuck was he?
When he finally heard the knock at the door, he was at it in an instant, throwing it open and practically dragging Oscar inside. As soon as the door clicked shut he had his neck against Oscar’s, stealing his scent in a very un-omega like fashion. He knew what he was doing was stupidly rude and he half expected the alpha to push him away, but Oscar just let him take, until the boil of frustration he’d felt in his bones reduced to a simmer.
“Hey you” Oscar greeted comfortingly, in the same tone Max used with his cats, anchoring himself against the wall as the dutchman practically clung to him.
“Sorry,” Max breathed, finally pulling away, allowing Oscar to toe off his shoes and enter the hotel room.”I just needed to take the edge off.”
“It’s no problem, I brought snacks” He pulled off his backpack and placed it on the counter before pulling a few cans of RedBull and a plethora of snacks from it. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got everything.”
“Thanks.” Max smiled, meeting Oscar’s gaze.
There was something about Oscar Max couldn’t quite put his finger on. Sure, he was an alpha, but in almost the same contradictory way that he was an omega.
He wasn't stereotypically impulsive or aggressive, in fact Max would probably describe himself more like that. No, Oscar was calm and adaptable but he wasn’t a pushover. He was just self assured and unconcerned with a quiet self confidence about him, almost nonchalant. Like he didn’t need to prove his alpha-ness because he himself knew who he was and didn’t feel the need to convince anyone else of that.
“Well I guess we should talk about our expectations?” Oscar chimed, bringing Max back to reality.
Yes, they really should, before the suppressants wore off and this whole thing got well and truly underway.
“Is there anything you're not okay with?” Oscar asked in an almost laidback way, like he was simply asking what they should have for dinner.
“No choking. You can put your hands anywhere but my neck.” Max responded bluntly.
Oscar nodded “…and you’re clean? You’re on birth control?”
Max pulled up the results of his last test on his phone. “Yes and Yes”
Oscar did the same. “Shall I still use a condom?”
“You don’t have to, the skin on skin helps, but they’re easy- for mess.”
“So my discretion?”
“Sure.”
“Safe word?”
“Monaco.”
“And what about scenting?” Oscar laughed obviously in reference to Max having somewhat already overstepped that boundary.
“Yes… But no mating bites.” He added.
Oscar nodded. “I figured.”
Max found Oscar’s straightforwardness really quite attractive, it was wonderful how much time and effort could be saved by simply getting to the point and couldn’t help but wonder if Oscar would be just as direct in bed.
“Okay, I think that’s everything.” Oscar said, drawing Max’s attention back to him.
But Max had questions of his own. “What about you?”
“Me?”
Max nodded.
“This isn’t for me-“
“-but still, I don’t want to do anything that-“
“- I doubt you’ll be lucid.”
“Just tell me.”
Oscar tensed, but he spoke nonetheless. “I know this is really unalpha…” he made air quotes with his fingers “…and I don’t expect you to do anything, especially because you’re the one in heat but-“
So much for direct “Oscar just tell me”
“I like to bottom…” he blurted out “I mean I very much like to top too, and I’d obviously top for you but also… I like-“
“To switch?”
Oscar nodded, biting his lower lip as his cheeks turned red.
“That’s fine” Max shrugged nonchalantly, “We can switch.”
“But we don’t have to, you’re in heat and I’m sure you would prefer-“
“-As long as I cum I don’t particularly care how. It’ll be good to switch it up.” and it was true, outside of his heats he actually usually preferred to top and the thought of Oscar below him, taking him, was an immense turn on.
Oscar relaxed, “Okay… also I am okay with choking if you… yeah”
“Noted” Max smirked and watched as Oscar seemed to curl in on himself, almost like he was subconsciously submitting. It was very unalpha-like indeed but Max found he didn’t mind.
“Shall we watch a movie or something whilst we wait?” Oscar suggested gesturing towards the bed, which had a flatscreen tv mounted on the wall opposite.
“Sure” Max smiled but he doubted it would take long, he could already feel the uncomfortable heat building in his stomach, the first flickers of arousal in his groin.
“What do you want to watch?” Oscar asked, making his way over to the bedroom area and finding the tv remote.
“Something short?” Mad suggested with a chuckle.
Oscar huffed out a small laugh. “How about something more relaxing? Planet Earth?”
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Honestly he didn’t care what they watched, he doubted he would be paying much attention anyway.
They both sat themselves on the bed, Oscar with his shoulders resting on the headboard and Max laying down resting his head on his arm so that he could still see the tv. They were still some distance apart, and Max figured Oscar wasn’t really one for unnecessary touching. Max wasn’t technically in heat quite yet and they weren't particularly well acquainted. Sure Max had spoken to Oscar on a number of occasions and they were both reasonably good friends with Lando. But that was just it. He was just a friend of a friend.
***
Oscar wasn’t quite sure when he’d managed to doze off but he must have slept for at least an hour because by the time he awoke the tv show had ended and the light from the setting sun outside had turned to dark. But that was hardly of his concern because he had the weight of Max against him, the dutchman’s face nuzzling against his scent gland and his hardness grinding against his thigh.
“Is it time?” Oscar asked, voice still dry with sleep.
“Need you.” Max practically moaned in response, and the way his tone dripped with desire instantly brought Oscar’s own dick to attention.
Shit , this was actually happening. The imagined scenario that Oscar had jerked off to on more than one occasion was actually unfolding before him, he almost could believe it was real. Maybe he was just having the best wet dream of life, or maybe he’d been knocked unconscious in the car and was now having some strange out of body experience. Maybe Oscar had actually died and this was his version of heaven. Regardless, Oscar was ready.
“I’m here. What do you need?”
Max continued to grind against him “Need you… inside-“
“Okay, let me grab my stuff.”
Oscar moved to try and stand up but Max refused to let him go, hanging off his waist as he continued to nuzzle against Oscar’s shirt.
“Max, you have to let go.” Oscar told him but the dutchman remained stuck like a limpet, whining at the prospect of Oscar leaving, even if only just for a second.
Oscar was almost ready to resign himself to Max’s whims and climb back into bed when he suddenly had an idea. He manoeuvred the bottom of his shirt out of Max’s grip then pulled it off over his head. “Here” he told the omega softly, pressing the shirt to his cheek “This is for you, whilst I go get my backpack.”
Max paused for a second in contemplation then finally, thankfully, pulled away to take the shirt, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling deeply. If Oscar wasn’t so preoccupied with finally collecting his belongings he would have probably found it endearing.
It took only a few seconds to return, throwing his pack at the side of the bed so he wouldn’t need to leave for anything else, but in that time Max had already pulled off his shirt, discarding it god knows where, and was laid on his back palming at the obvious bulge in his boxers with one hand whilst the other held Oscar’s well worn shirt to his nose.
The sight was incredible, The way Max’s hair clung to his forehead, his cheeks dashed with a red glow, the way his broad shoulders and ridiculous pecks funnelled down to his tiny by comparison waist. The way the v of his hips and a trail of short dirty blond hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his black boxers.
He returned his gaze to Max’s face and the dutchman’s needy eyes met his.
Although shirtless, Oscar suddenly felt entirely overdressed and peeled off his own jeans before clambering back onto the bed.
“Off!” He ordered, gesturing to the dutchman’s boxers before sliding his fingers under the hem. Max did as he was told, lifting his hips to allow Oscar to easily pull them down, allowing his already leaking cock to spring free. Oscar removed them completely then tossed them into a crumpled mess on the floor before shuffling to position himself between Max’s thighs.
“Please… put it in.” Max begged.
“I will, but let me open you up first”
Max groaned in frustration but begrudgingly obliged, spreading his legs further and propping up his hips to allow Oscar easier access.
Oscar wasted no time in getting to work. He gently swirled a finger around Max’s entrance, gathering up the slick that had already leaked out to lubricate his fingers. Max was wet , wet enough that Oscar doubted he would need any lube of his own.
He took a couple more laps around Max’s rim until the dutchman squirmed against him, rutting into thin air, trying and failing to find any form of friction.
“Please!” Max begged again with a breathy moan, and Oscar supposed he’d teased enough.
He positioned the pad of his finger against his hole and rubbed over it gently, listening to the stifled but still salacious moans of Max, then as the hole puckered Oscar gently slid his finger in. It went in smoothly, all the way to the hilt and Max cried out in ecstasy.
Oscar twisted and curled the end of his finger and before long he could slide in a second. He continued to twist and scissor, opening Max up, listening to the subtle changes of his breaths to help him understand what felt best.
Max was compliant as Oscar added his third a final finger exploring every inch of Max’s entrance. But he was looking for something in particular and before long, based on the way Max’s breath hitched and his body contorted, he found it. His prostate. He gently grazed over it a few times noting how Max gasped, and squirmed each time he made contact, he dedicated the sight to memory.
“Please!” Max moaned once it became clear that Oscar was no longer just opening him up. “I want you inside me.”
And Oscar didn’t need anymore coaxing, he removed his fingers, marvelling at the way Max’s hole clenched around nothing as he did. He quickly lent over the side of the bed to grab his condoms from his bag and tore open the packet with his teeth, quickly and effortlessly donning the sheath as he positioned himself. Once ready he checked on Max who nodded enthusiastically then slowly but surely he pushed in.
It was tight but incredible and Max impatiently wrapped his legs around Oscar’s back, trying to force him inside faster.
Oscar pulled up and rested his hands on the underside of Max’s thighs then lent forward a little, the new position offering him a little more manoeuvrability.
Once he reached his deepest, he gently pulled out again, all the way to the tip before pushing back in, faster and more forceful this time and Max keened, his hands buried in the pillow, gripping for dear life.
“You can touch yourself.” Oscar tried to assure but it came out more like a breathy sigh.
But Max must have somehow still understood him, because one of his hands loosened from its death grip on the pillow and ventured downwards towards his, until now, neglected leaking member.
Oscar watched in awe as Max wrapped his angular hand around it, the sight sending a shot of arousal towards his own abdomen, causing his hips to momentarily stutter. But Max hardly seemed to mind, he was working himself, the same way he raced, quick and with ruthless efficiency. without a single wasted movement. Oscar could have watched that sight all day but feared that if he did he would be finished within a matter of moments so, despite himself, he pulled his gaze away. Instead looking at nothing in particular as he focused on finding that spot again, the one that made Max feel oh so good before.
On each thrust he adjusted the angle just slightly, towards where he remembered it being before, and sure enough, after a couple attempts, he found it.
“Ah! Shit!” Max choked out, throwing his head back against the pillow.
And Oscar couldn’t help the wave of pride that washed over him, he did that! Max made that noise because of him .
“Is it good?” He asked? With a pant.
Max nodded.
Oscar tensed against the building pressure in his gut. The tale tale sign that he was getting close and instead focused on pleasing the omega, hitting that same spot over and over again.
He repositioned his knees a little, to get better purchase then fucked him deep, chasing down Max’s orgasm like he would a competetor on track, biding his time whilst watching closely for any weakness, any tiny thing he could exploit to get the upper hand. He dug his nails into Max’s thighs, tight enough that he was sure they would bruise. He lent over Max, applying pressure, pushing his thighs down, stretching him, folding him.
Max worked himself frantically, strings of curses and moans falling from his lips, he seemed so close and desperate yet needed something to finally tip himself over the edge. just the slightest push.
Oscar lent down even further, hands still spayed across the dutchman’s thighs, practically folding him in half. He lent into Max’s neck, to the scent gland just below his ear. He could feel the dutchman shiver, could hear his wonton moans as he begged for just that little bit more. And Oscar gave it.
He nuzzled against the dutchman's scent gland, then, with the flat of his tongue roughly swiped across it, bottom to top, one clean lick and Max came immediately. His grunts echoing around the hotel room as white strands shot from his tip, decorating his chest and the hand that still worked him, drawing the final jolts of his climax from his body.
Oscar was just a few stuttering pumps behind.
“That was-'' Max eventually panted between heaving breaths.
“Yeah.” Oscar sighed as he carefully pulled out, earning a wince from Max.
He got up and went to the bathroom. He pulled off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the bin before collecting a wad of toilet paper.
“You didn’t knot” the dutchman noted as Oscar returned to the bed, he didn’t sound disappointed but more like he was simply making an observation.
It was almost funny how just a few moments ago he’d been a whining, delirious mess but was now back to the stern, analytical Max Oscar recognised.
Oscar hovered a little awkwardly over Max’s stomach with the tissue, unsure if the dutchman wanted him to wipe him down or if he would rather do it himself, Max answered that question for him, when he sat up and took the toilet paper.
“Yeah I don’t really tend to.” Oscar responded honestly, there was no need for embarrassment, they’d literally just had sex after all. “I mean I can if I really try but you didn’t ask for it so I figured you didn’t really- yeah”
Max hummed curiously but Oscar could see the glint of contemplation in his eyes and he suddenly felt quite judged. “You think I’m weird?” He mumbled
“No!” Max replied earnestly “I’m actually quite impressed. I didn't know that was something someone could control.”
“I mean I can’t really, if I edged for a while it would happen whether I wanted it to or not but-” Oscar released he was rambling “-did you want me to knot you?”
Max continued to wipe himself down. “No, I might later but I didn’t need it this time.”
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure it was good for you.”
“Perfectly adequate” Max smiled then gestured towards the soiled napkin in his hand “I mean I came didn’t I? It wasn’t bad though, for a first attempt.” He then climbed from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
Oscar probably should have been a little peeved by Max’s bluntness but he actually appreciated the honesty. He’d hardly expected to give the dutchman the best sex of his life but perfectly adequate was actually a reasonable assessment, plus he found comfort in knowing there was still room for improvement.
Oscar flopped back onto the bed, putting his elbow in a wet patch in the middle of the sheets. He grimaced, then got up again and searched the cupboards. Sure enough he found a couple spare sheets and, as he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, he quickly replaced the one that was on the bed. He then grabbed a couple bottles of water and a Redbull for Max and placed them on the nightstand.
By the time Max exited the bathroom again, freshly showered, Oscar was reclothed and under the duvet, watching another episode of Planet Earth, whilst he scrolled on his phone.
Max however was not so clothed, in fact he hadn’t even bothered to cover himself with a towel, instead using it to dry his hair, Oscar hadn’t really got a close look at Max’s length until now, he’d been a little preoccupied, but now, with it on full display, he couldn’t help but stare.
It was big, it wasn’t particularly long, but it was girthy and Oscar couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside him. His dick seemed to wonder too as it showed a twitch of interest.
Max didn’t bother getting dressed, just made his way to the bed and shuffled under the duvet before grabbing the water Oscar had left for him and gulping the whole thing down in one go. They were back to leaving some distance between them but Oscar wasn’t particularly offended, he was just doing Max a favour after all and they weren't close outside of whatever this was.
“I’m gonna try and get some sleep” Max informed him and he pumped his pillow.
“Sure” Oscar smiled. It was about eleven pm after all, and with what Max was going through Oscar was sure the dutchman could use all the sleep he could get.
Max turned over and pulled the duvet over himself. Oscar figured he should probably get some sleep too but first texted his personal trainer Kim to inform him that he would be unable to attend the media day tomorrow, he considered lying about the reason but quickly concluded that if he feigned illness Kim would almost certainly be at his door within the hour with the whole McLaren medical team following suit. Instead he told the truth, or at least a half truth.
Oscar: My rut has come early, I’m all good but I’ll need tomorrow off!
Kim: Alright, remember to drink and eat, I’ll handle it.
Oscar: Thx
In reality Oscar’s rut wasn’t due for another few weeks. And he definitely wasn’t close enough with Max for his heat to induce one, but he figured the white lie was probably for the best.
***
Max wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d slept for but based on how frequent the waves of his heat usually were he guessed it had probably been about four hours, and the time was probably about two o'clock in the morning.
The prickle of his skin was back and there was a restlessness that seemed to permeate deep into his bones, similar to the excitement he felt before jumping into the car but with an undertone of deep arousal, he shifted under the duvet and audibley moaned when his naked painfully hard cock brushed against the fabric of the covers. The fiction made him feel insane, but did almost nothing to satiate the need bubbling in his gut.
He was too hot, the unsettling warmth breaking out in a sweat at the back of his neck. He threw off the duvet in frustration.
He hated his heats, he didn’t feel like himself during them, it was like he was at the mercy of his most basic instincts and they went against everything he knew about himself, they made him feel small and vulnerable, out of control. But what made it even worse, was that he was having this one in an unfamiliar hotel room, with an unfamiliar alpha.
Choosing Oscar had been a reckless decision. They barely knew each other. They weren’t close. They'd only spoken a few times and had spent almost no time together outside of work, but at the same time Max couldn’t bring himself to regret asking him.
There was something about Oscar that reminded him of all the omega parts he didn’t see in himself.
Oscar was patient and compliant, observant and gentle, there was an almost submissiveness in the way he pleasured Max, like if Max told him to just lie back and stay still whilst he took everything he needed, he would do it without question and yet… Oscar was an alpha.
He smelt like an alpha, he performed like an alpha, he had all the parts of an alpha, he was confident and self assured like an alpha, he calmed Max like an alpha, but it wasn’t just black or white, alpha or omega, there was nuance, there was a blend.
And maybe that’s why Max found the courage to climb on top, to straddle Oscar hips and cage his arms around the sleeping aussie to scent him, the way an alpha would.
Oscar stirred below him, and his amber-brown eyes fluttered open, Max readied himself to be pushed off and flipped over, pinned to the bed, to be taken for another round, but Oscar didn’t do that, he simply gazed up at Max through his eyelashes with an almost expectancy, like it was Max’s move to make. And fuck the sight made something in Max’s stomach churn.
“Do you need me again?” Oscar asked, his voice a whisper, almost unsure.
Max nodded slowly, “Please.”
Oscar smiled in agreement then went to sit up before realising he was pinned down. “Can we stay like this?” Max blurted out. He knew he was asking for a lot but somehow he trusted that Oscar would understand.
“Sure, did you want to ride me? Or- the other way?”
“I need you inside me.” Max whispered, grinding his hips to make the point clear, rubbing his exposed hardness against Oscar’s own covered bulge.
But there was no doubt that if he wasn’t currently in heat he would have chosen the other option in a heartbeat. He’d never fucked an alpha before and desperately wanted to try.
Oscar grabbed Max’s waist as he hauled himself up so that was sitting with his shoulders against the headboard and his feet planted and Max on his lap.
“I’ll need to open you up again.” Oscar informed as he adjusted the pillows to make himself comfortable.
“No need,” Max assured, then reached around himself and felt for the plug he’d put in during his shower earlier.
As he pulled it out with a pop, a cascade of slick dribbled out after it, right onto Oscar’s thighs and boxers.
“Fuck” Oscar exclaimed under his breath, his fingers grabbing at the soft flesh of Max’s hips as his own rutted up against the sensation, There was still a thin layer of now slick soaked fabric between them but Max couldn't help the jolt of pleasure he felt as Oscar’s hard member grazed against his ass.
“Take it off” Max moaned, clawing at the hem of Oscar’s boxers trying to pull them down as his entrance clenched around nothing. He was desperate to be refilled.
“Kneel up!” Oscar ordered and Max obeyed, unseating himself from Oscar’s lap so that the aussie could quickly shimmy himself out of his now soiled boxers and roll on a condom.
“Now sit!” Oscar instructed with an almost provoking tone and a cocked eyebrow.
Max placed his hands against Oscar’s broad shoulders to steady himself. “Stay still.” he told the aussie, then slowly but surely lowered himself down.
The stretch and angle, as he gradually sunk himself onto Oscar’s cock, was absolutely mind blowing and he couldn’t help the relieved moan he let out at the sensation of being so perfectly filled. He screwed his eyes shut and focused only on his pleasure.
He set the pace, slowly easing himself off then lowering himself down, perfectly nailing his prostate each time, as wonton moans fell from his lips with each slow grind. He felt like he was in heaven, like Oscar’s cock had been perfectly crafted for him.
He took a few more, devastatingly slow but perfectly angled thrusts, then was brought back to reality by a choked moan from below him.
He stilled and opened his eyes, his gaze shooting to the sight of an absolutely ravaged looking Oscar. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his glassy eyes almost pleading, his quivering swollen bottom lip pulled between his teeth, his fists buried in the pillow behind his head.
And all at once Max realised that he’d been teasing Oscar to within an inch of his life. That his devastatingly slow grinding had been doing almost nothing to satiate the aussie’s own want and lust. He’d probably been driving Oscar up the absolute wall,
And yet Oscar had remained perfectly still for him, just like Max had asked. Had fought every urge to rut into him, to quicken the pace. He’d let Max use him without a single complaint.
Max's heart leapt as he cupped Oscar’s cheeks “You did so good Oz-“ he praised, swiping the aussie’s sweat soaked hair out of his face. “you can take over now.”
And Oscar let out a shuddering sob, wrapping his arms around Max and scenting him possessively before wildly bucking his hips, punching the air from Max’s lungs with each thrust.
Max kept his hands firmly planted against Oscar’s pale shoulders as the alpha’s hands roamed everywhere, to his hips, to his thighs, on his buttocks, scratching and clawing at his back and his shoulders and the touch had Max unravelling at a breakneck pace.
Then Oscar’s hands were in his hair and Max practically mewed as the aussie ran his fingers through his locks, as he scratched at his scalp, all whilst continuing his relentless rhythm. All whilst chanting Max’s name over and over like a mantra. Like Oscar was worshipping him.
And Max was revelling in it.
Then, rather unexpectedly, perhaps even unintentionally, Oscar grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled.
“Fuck!” Max whimpered, as the sensation sent shivers down his spine, causing his eyes to flutter closed and his neglected erection to twitch. “Do that again!” He ordered and sure enough Oscar did.
He continued tugging and pulling with one hand whilst the other snaked down to Max’s cock, finally taking it in his hand, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Max could feel the waves of pleasure beating against his groin, each one bringing him closer to the point of no return.
“I’m close, I’m gonna knot.” Oscar choked out, his pace unrelenting.
“Okay” Max panted, still desperately chasing his own orgasm.
And sure enough after a few more deep thrusts Max felt Oscar’s knot inflate as the aussie fucked himself hilt deep, locking up and cumming, chest heaving. One hand still buried in Max’s hair, the other around his cock.
Max felt his rim stretch pleasantly around the knot, he was so full. The sensation was incredible and he was close, so close, but couldn’t quite bring himself over the edge, couldn’t quite leap from the precipice. He felt so overstimulated but at the same time he needed something, something more .
He considered asking Oscar to scent him again, just like he had the last time, that would have been the sensible thing to do, but instead he removed his hands from Oscar’s shoulders, where he’d been gripping so tight he was sure he’d bruised them, and placed them either side of Oscar’s blissed out reddened cheeks.
…then lent forward and kissed him.
For a moment he could feel Oscar’s shock as his whole body tensed, and he wondered if he’d made a stupid mistake, overstepped…
but then the aussie was kissing back, desperate and messy.
And that was all Max needed to cum with a moan, over Oscar's chest and hand, as his body twitched and shook, his lips never leaving Oscar’s.
Once he’d regained his breath and his heat haze, once again temporarily abated they pulled apart, resting their foreheads against each other.
“I’m sorry we never discussed- I shouldn’t have” Max huffed out in apology but Oscar just violently shook his head.
“Don’t apologise, I wanted to.”
Max sighed with relief. And maybe it was the tiredness of the exertion and his interrupted sleep starting to catch up with him, or maybe it was Oscar’s absolutely wrecked but adorable face but Max found himself closing the distance again, bringing their lips back together.
It was different this time, he wasn’t lost in the haze of his heat, this wasn’t just an act of impulse that could be explained away by a moment of misjudgment, it was slow and gentle and explorative.
And Oscar was kissing him back, like it meant something. Like Max meant more to him than just a casual, one off, heat partner.
It was terrifying but also felt unequivocally right.
“I really should shower.” Oscar announced after a few more kisses and enough time had passed for his knot to go down enough for Max to pull off.
“Join me?” Max asked as he clambered from Oscar’s lap.
“Sure,” Oscar replied.
And once they were back in bed, clean and redressed. Once Oscar had made him down an entire redbull and eat a small snack, they cuddled close, watching another episode of Planet Earth, where Max stayed until he finally succumbed to sleep
***
When Max woke up the next morning the first thing he noticed was that it was light outside. It must be Friday morning. The second thing he noticed was that the other side of the bed was empty. He shot upright and for a morbid second he thought that Oscar had left him but, as he frantically scanned the room, he found the Aussie by the entrance, closing the hotel room door and turning around with two trays of breakfast balanced precariously in his arms.
“Good morning!” Oscar greeted with a smile as he made his way over to the bed “...based on how your heat’s gone so far I reckon you’ve got about half an hour until the next wave hits so I figured I’d get us some breakfast”
He lowered the trays onto the mattress before clambering back into his spot next to Max.
“How can you tell?” Max asked, eyeing the artwork of bruises he’d made yesterday patterned across Oscar’s shoulders. “... that I've got half an hour?”
“I noticed they seem to come every four hours.” He explained “but also I can kinda tell by your smell, as it gets stronger.”
Max rooted around under his pillow for his phone and checked the time. It was six-thirty, sure enough about thirty minutes until the next wave was due. “You’re observant,” Max noted with a smile. It was quite impressive actually. None of his previous heat partners had noticed and even he had taken years to notice the pattern himself, although could he really be blamed.
“I notice… things” Oscar mused timidly.
Max crossed his feet under himself then lent for the trays at the end of the bed, sliding them up towards where they sat.
It was quite the impressive spread, with toast and eggs, a few sausages, and a bowl of fruit with yoghurt. There was also a fresh cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.
Max grabbed his knife and fork and tucked in and Oscar did the same.
There was almost something pleasing about knowing that the other drivers were currently making their way to the track for media and interviews whilst he and Oscar were holed up in his hotel room. There was almost a mischief to it, like he was thirteen again and skiving off school or pulling a sickie.
“Did you like school?” Max asked, rather topically.
“Yeah, I did actually.” Oscar nodded around a mouthful of toast.
Max cut a slice of sausage and dipped it in the runny yolk of his egg. “What was your favourite lesson?”
“Maths”
“For real?”
Oscar took a sip of his orange juice and nodded. “Yeah I was good at it, I actually did it at a-level.”
“What’s a-level?” Max asked, his utensils scraping across the plate.
“Like further education, like after you turn sixteen.”
Max swallowed. “Weren't you racing all the time then?”
“Yeah but… I found time, I actually only had about a thirty percent attendance rate but I still managed to pass so-“ Oscar shrugged as he grabbed another forkful. “What was your favourite lesson?”
Max thought for a moment as he took a sip of coffee before pulling a face of disgust. It didn’t have any sugar. “Art” He eventually admitted.
“Really?” Oscar replied, surprised.
Max didn’t respond, just shrugged. “My dad said it was all pointless though, school I mean, he said he preferred I filled my brain with racing, and I mean I joined F1 at seventeen so-“
“Do you think you’ll go back? Like after F1 maybe? To school I mean?”
Max shrugged, poking at his remaining sausage. “Maybe, but I do want to do Le Mans first.”
“All twenty-four hours on your own?” Oscar said deadpan but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.
Max laughed, “Yeah, that’s the plan. But I don't know maybe, I never really liked school but I want to prove that I could have done it, if I’d stayed.”
They finished the last few mouthfuls of the breakfast between easy conversation then, once the trays were cleared away, Oscar put on another episode of Planet Earth.
Max snuggled close to Oscar, scenting him and playing with his hair. He kissed Oscar, slow and gentle to start, sweet pecks against his lips, soft brushes of tongue. But before long it grew deeper, more needy, with hands clawing at pale skin and buried in the contours of well used muscle. With Oscar’s tongue exploring Max’s mouth, with Max’s teeth nipping at Oscar's lower lip, until Max was hard and wanting and Oscar was too.
“I want to fuck you!” Max voiced pulling away from Oscar just long enough to speak before diving right back in.
Oscar broke the kiss and stared back with wide excited eyes and spit soaked lips that Max could have admired all day. “Are you sure?” He asked “You don’t need me to- you know?”
Max shook his head and hummed breathlessly in reassurance.
“Get on your front!” Max ordered and even without an alpha voice Oscar obeyed him, turning over and pulling his knees under himself, presenting his entrance for Max.
“I’ll need lube.” Max noted getting into position.
“There’s some in my backpack.”
Max shuffled to the side of the bed then lent on his stomach as rummaged in Oscar's backpack in search of the bottle. The aussie had really come prepared and his bag filled with a wide selection of toys and tools, but there was one that particularly caught Max’s eye.
A knotting dildo. It was curious that Oscar owned one but even more so that he’d brought it with him to a race weekend. Max couldn’t help but hope that maybe one day he could use it on Oscar, knot him with it, that was if there was a next time.
Max didn’t have much time to dwell on that though too much though because he has other more pressing matters at hand, namely the desperate need to get off as soon as possible.
He eventually found the lube and nestled himself back between Oscar's thighs. He unpopped the cap and squirted a liberal helping into his fingers.
Then, placing a hand against Oscar perky ass to spread him, Max slipped a finger past his rim.
Oscar’s back arched with pleasure as he choked out a muffled moan into the pillow his face was buried in. Max also hummed with satisfaction as he worked Oscar open, starting with one finger before quickly adding another, scissoring him with ease.
Max was in awe of how well the alpha was taking him, stretching and complying like putty in his hands.
“You’re doing so good.” Max encouraged as he slid a third finger in and Oscar practically purred at the praise, stuttering his hips back, forcing Max deeper.
It wasn’t long until Oscar was perfectly open and ready and, with Max’s restless lust building, it came not a moment too soon.
Max quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside table, “You don’t need that!” Oscar chimed in, clearly impatient, hoping not to waste any more time.
“But you're not on-“ he paused, he was going to say but you’re not on birth control .
And Oscar must have also pieced that together because he chuckled and said: “Max I’m an alpha, and you’re an Omega, I can’t get-“
“-I know that! I just-“ Max interrupted with a blush as his heart leapt. He was thankful that Oscar was face down, unable to see.
He couldn’t believe he’d actually said that, that he’d even thought it in the first place. He had no idea what had been going through his mind, but for a moment he was an alpha and Oscar, his Omega. He didn’t have time to dwell or panic on it though because Oscar was getting agitated.
“It’s okay, just get on with it.” Oscar assured, impatiently.
“Right, sorry.” He took a breath to steel himself then tossed the unopened condom packet away and wasted no time lining himself up with Oscar’s entrance.
Then, in one smooth motion, he pushed in, punching out a gasp from the aussie. Then he pulled out, Then he fucked in again setting a devastating pace.
Why the fuck did I say that?
He frantically bucked his hips, chasing away his embarrassment and replacing it with pleasure. Rather than focusing on his Freudian slip he focused on locating and nailing Oscar’s prostate over and over. Chasing down his orgasm like a stricken competitor on track, merciless and aggressive.
He could hear Oscar’s muffled moans, punctuated with each thrust, a mess of yeses and don’t stops.
“Don’t cum yet!” Max ordered as he dug his hands tight enough into Oscar’s hips to leave bruises, as their bodies slapped together in an unrelenting tempo. Oscar keened and whilst he couldn’t verbalise it, Max watched as he nodded into the pillow.
“Good boy.” Max praised.
“My Alpha.” Oscar mewed.
And those words sent Max sent hurtling over the edge.
He didn’t didn’t hang around at the precipice. He didn’t peer over the cliff edge and take a look before pulling back. He didn’t wait for Oscar to catch up so that they could jump together. He just sprinted straight for it and lept head first, not even caring what was on the other side.
His orgasm ripped through him like lightning, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He felt powerful, in control, he felt like an alpha . And it felt so odd, he was in heat, this shouldn’t have satiated him, he should have needed a knot or at least something inside him but he didn’t, he could feel the boil of arousal dissipating and his heat haze subsiding.
Max pulled out, watching the dribble of cum that dripped from Oscar’s ass as he did. He wanted to lick it, to eat Oscar out until he came, but he also wanted to leave Oscar wanting, frustrated, unsatiated. It gave him a sort of perverse satisfaction.
Because Oscar hadn’t cum yet. But he’d been good and had done exactly what Max had asked.
Like a good little omega.
“You did so good for me.” Max voiced as he plopped down next to Oscar and planted a short kiss on his lips. The aussie crawled atop his lap, grinding his achingly hard member against Max's stomach, sobbing and needy like he was the omega in heat, begging to be knotted.
“Not this time, I need you full and ready for me for later” Max said and, although he whined and whimpered, Oscar did ultimately obey.
The whole scenario was bizarre. Because Oscar was still on top of him pinning him down like an alpha should, he was still scenting him like an alpha should, and Max was bearing his neck for him like an omega should but there was just something different. It felt all lopsided, but also so perfectly right.
Oscar’s heavy breaths echoed in Max’s ear as the aussie lapped at his scent gland, running the pad of his tongue over it again and again and Max was preening at the sensation. It tickled and caused his skin to prick with goosebumps but it also felt oh so good.
Oscar continued, like he was making love to the area, moaning and humming with pleasure as he did. Then, suddenly, his two front teeth lightly grazed the skin and Max saw stars. His insides erupted into life as a violent shiver ran down his whole body, from head to toe.
He felt like he was being ripped away from his very physicality. Like an out of body experience. He was still himself, but he was also outside of himself, looking down, like he was- like he was Oscar.
Then, just as fast as the incredible sensation had come, it was gone, and Max was back in his own body. With almost a euphoric sense of calm.
“What the fuck was that” Max exclaimed breathlessly, trying to regain his senses.
Oscar looked equally as flustered as he knelt up, sat back on Max’s hips, chest heaving.
“I don’t know!” Oscar panted, eyeing the dutchman with concern. “I think I- my teeth?”
“Do it again.” Max urged, tilting his head to bare his neck.
“I- I can’t.” Oscar gulped.
“Why not?” He asked almost petulantly.
Oscar took a deep steadying breath then muttered. “We agreed no mating bites, and I didn’t but- if you make me do that again I might… accidentally.”
Max’s brow furrowed. “I’ve been marked before and it didn’t feel like that. You must have done something.”
“I didn’t, I- I promise…” He stuttered then checked Max’s neck again “… there’s not even an indent.”
“You felt it too though right?”
Oscar nodded. “Yeah, it felt like I was on the bed, under you, but I was… under myself.”
“I’m googling it!” Max decided then reached for his phone, that Oscar had, very diligently, put on charge for him. Oscar climbed from the dutchman’s lap and moved to cuddle next to him, leaning close to see the phone-screen.
He googled out of body experience whilst scenting.
The answers all pointed towards the same thing.
High mate compatibility.
Max wished he’d never looked, curiosity killed the cat and all that. But at the same time it made sense. He and Oscar made sense. In a strange contradictory way.
Oscar was his opposite and equal. His antithesis.
…
“Do you want to play some FIFA?” Max asked once he’d showered and gotten dressed- if a pair of boxers and baggy white t-shirt counted as dressed. “I don’t need to sleep anymore and we’ve still got hours until the final wave hits so-“
“I can but I’m not very good at it though,” Oscar replied. He was also dressed, in a similarly baggy black tee and a matching pair of sweatpants.
“I also have Call of Duty, or Battlefield?”
“Is it okay if I just watch? I’m kinda tired.”
“Sure,” Max smiled.
Oscar plumped the pillows then lay himself back comfortably on the bed, propping his shoulders and head up so that he could still see the tv. “Come here.” He opened his arms gesturing for Max to join him.
And he did. He cuddled back against the aussie, so that he was resting his head on Oscar’s chest, and Oscar’s head on his shoulder.
Oscar wrapped his arms around the his chest, pulling him close, lazily inhaling his scent as Max started up his game.
It didn’t take long for the aussie to fall asleep, the soothing sound of his soft snores permeating Max’s very soul.
***
It was Max’s change in scent that awoke him. That, and the way the dutchman was grinding back against him. But, as Oscar opened his eyes, he saw that Max was still playing his game.
“Isn’t the next wave here already?” He asked, his voice still a little croaky with sleep.
Max squirmed restlessly, rubbing his ass against Oscar’s hardening stiffness “Yes, but I- I wanna finish this level first”
“Hm.” Oscar pushed himself away from the headboard so they were both sat up, Max, with his legs crossed in front, and Oscar behind, on his knees, sat back on his haunches; his thighs splayed either side of Max’s hips. “How’s your focus?” He grumbled into Max’s ear who’s eyes hadn't once swayed from the tv screen.
“Fine,” Max responded almost like a warning but Oscar had no intention of heeding.
“And now?” Oscar tightly feathered his fingertips up Max’s exposed thigh, running them all the way to the hem of his boxer-shorts then back down to his knee.
“Oscar” Max moaned, the skin of his thigh prickling with goosebumps, his head falling back to rest against the aussie’s shoulder but his eyes still remaining on the game.
“And now?” Oscar followed the waistband of Max shorts to where a trail of dirty blonde hair dipped under the hem. He tugged lightly at the elastic before letting it snap back.
“And now?” He palmed over Max’s boxers, at his already unignorably hard bulge. The dutchman let out a sigh, arching his back into the contact. It was almost unbelievable that Max had ignored his wants for this long, in favour of letting Oscar sleep, in favour of finishing his game.
“Oscar please.” He groaned, trying and failing to control his character on screen in any meaningful way.
“Put the game down.” Oscar ordered, voice low and raspy “It’ll still be there when we’re done!”
With shaky hands Max paused the game and tossed the controller towards the bottom of the bed before flipping over and drawing Oscar into a frenzied kiss.
They quickly discarded their shirts and pants then Max pinned him down, climbed on top, and nuzzled into him.
Oscar bared his neck, allowing the omega access, and whilst he knew it should be the other way round he didn’t care. In fact, he wanted nothing but this for the rest of his life.
“I want your lips around me.” Max breathed into Oscar's neck. “I want to feel your cute teeth against my cock.”
Oscar's breath hitched at the admission. Max thought his teeth were cute? his weird bucked, bunny teeth that he’d been self conscious about since he was a kid. Those teeth?
Oscar bit back a smile with those very same teeth then, with a quick hum of approval, he sat up so that he and Max could swap positions.
Max lay on his back and Oscar got on top, straddling his hips. He lent down, flattening Max’s length between them to plant a soft kiss to his lips.
Then he kissed his way down. Across his cheeks, along his jaw and down his neck. He mouthed along the dutchman’s collarbone and across his pecks, halting temporarily to draw Max’s nipple into his mouth and rolling the bud through his teeth causing him to gasp. Then he kissed down Max’s chest and stomach along his hip bone and thigh, before finally reaching his destination.
Oscar planted a kiss to the tip of Max’s manhood then licked a stripe, with the flat of his tongue all the way from the balls to the head,
He gathered some spit in his mouth then let it dribble out, down onto Max’s member. He gazed up, through his eyelashes, at Max, who watched with his jaw hung slack and his eyes filled with adoration.
He then swirled his tongue around the tip, spreading the saliva and, once he was happy, he took the length into his mouth.
He felt Max ardently plant his hands in his hair, tugging the tufts into his fists before gently pushing him down, guiding him. Oscar went willingly, taking Max deeper, all the way to the back of his throat.
“You take me so well” Max huffed as Oscar drew back before allowing the Omega to push him down again. Taking him whole, swallowing him down.
Max continued to guide him back and forth and Oscar focused on his breathing, exhaling as Max slid out and then inhaling on the intake, flattening his tongue to allow Max to slide further down.
He felt otherworldly, like, that in this moment, his purpose was solely to pleasure Max. To do as he asked. To be perfect for him.
“Keep breathing baby, you're doing so well.” Max panted as he started to move his hips. “Shit, I’m not going to last.”
Oscar hummed in response as he felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes, but he held fast, he kept breathing.
He wanted to be good for Max, he wanted to submit and let the dutchman take, to use him, he wanted to be told what to do, he wanted Max to tell him what to do.
And yet simultaneously he wanted to claim, to mark, to make Max his and no one else’s. He felt possessive. He felt powerful.
Two sides of the same coin.
A nuisance.
A blend.
Before long Max was coming down his throat and Oscar swallowed him up as Max cursed and pulled at his hair.
Then he flopped back, spent and satisfied. Oscar however was far from done.
He pulled off with a pop. Barely giving Max time to recover as he hoisted the dutchman’s legs over his shoulders. Then he lined himself up with Max’s entrance and fucked in deep, not even bothering to open him up, not even needing too.
Max cried out in ecstasy and Oscar felt insane, like he was having a breakout rut, the type that was induced by a mate’s heat, but he couldn’t be because he didn’t have a mate. It was physically impossible, and yet somehow that’s how he felt.
Oscar let Max’s legs fall then lent down to bury his face in the dutchman’s neck. He kissed and lapped at his scent gland. inhaling the aroma, tobacco, stale petrol, old leather and fresh cut grass. Then he kissed him all over. His cheekbones and slope of his nose, the freckle on his top lip, the corner of his eyes.
He fucked Max the same way he raced, fast but precise, purposeful and agile.
But it felt more than that, he wasn’t just fucking Max, he was making love to him.
They breathed in tandem as Max’s moans of pleasure and Oscar grunts of exertion echoed around the hotel room.
Max clawed at his back and shoulders, like he was tumbling down a slope and was grasping for something, anything, to slow his fall.
Oscar was close, he could feel his knot starting to inflate.
He buried his face back in Max’s neck, mouthed at his scent gland, he wouldn’t bite. Max had told him not too, but he did long to, even if just to feel that strange intoxicating sensation again.
He lapped at the skin there a few more times then moved away from the area, with the intention of sucking a bruising mark into Max’s shoulder instead but just as he did, the dutchman suddenly found his voice.
“Mate me!” Max choked out between Oscar’s thrusts. “Oscar please!”
“We agreed not to.” The aussie groaned through grubbed teeth despite his own yearning.
“Oscar I already came! I’m lucid, my heat is over, I’m giving you consent now ! Please I want to be yours, no one but yours.”
Oscar pulled back just enough to see Max’s face and, when their eyes met, he could see the sureness, the certainty, the conviction, the trust.
Max was the very definition of defiance. He was defiant in the way he raced, in the way he’d achieved everything he had, he defied the laws of nature, showed bold disobedience towards his designation. And yet, now , he was practically begging Oscar to mate him.
And who was Oscar to deny.
He lent forward again, nuzzled into his neck. He kissed and licked at the patch of skin. Then, taking a deep, aroma-filled inhale, sunk his teeth in Max’s neck, piercing the skin, drawing blood.
All at once he felt an absolute rush of emotion and thoughts, he could see Max, feel what he felt, his certainty, his conviction, his trust. It was like he could read his mind, feel the physical sensations he felt, the weight of himself against him, the smell of his own scent (creosote and petrichor), the sting of the bite.
Linked. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.
Oscar’s knot tightened into the most gut wrenchingly powerful orgasm he’d ever had as the dutchman below his writhed, cumming again, untouched.
As the adrenaline subsided and his breath slowly returned to normal Oscar licked the wound clean then pulled back to see Max’s face.
He was grinning, lips stretched into a satisfied smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling with total fulfilment and victory.
Oscar planted a soft chaste kiss to his lips then the dutchman wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to his chest, holding tight, like he feared that Oscar would disappear.
Not that he could have. They were locked up after all.
“My Omega” Max chuckled blissed out, still clutching the aussie.
“My Alpha” Oscar smiled before peppering soft kisses over the dutchman’s collarbone and pecks.
***
Lando burst into Oscar’s driver room without even bothering to knock “Did you mate him? I saw the bite on his neck, that was you right?” He asked, over the too-loud music of his speaker next door.
“Yeah” Oscar answered with a nonchalant shrug from where he was sprawled on his couch, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
“Holy shit, Max must be livid with you!”
Oscar glanced up and cocked his eyebrow “Why?”
“Because you marked him!?”
Oscar was confused. “But why would he be mad? He asked for it.”
“Oh My God!” Lando practically squealed “Are you for fucking real? Wow!”
Oscar didn’t say anything, just gave him a thin polite smile and another small shrug.
“You can’t believe you tamed the lion!”
Oscar scoffed. “Who said anything about taming?”