#Dosh

[yesloulou]

Daniel Ricciardo and Josh Allen for Beats: The Legend of Ricallen

[rickybaby]

Daniel | The Legend of Ricallen bts

[overtake]

joshchanté

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo and Josh Allen at the Bills game

[rockyteriyaki]

“I can’t see,” Max complains. Daniel props his phone up on the weird, blocky hotel lamp. “Daniel. I cannot—how will I be able to see you, like this.”

He turns the phone sideways, to landscape mode, and Max’s face lights up. In the little corner square, the white bedspread stretches behind Daniel, all the way to the headboard.

“Oh, there,” Max says, pleased. “Now I can.”

“Front row seat, baby,” Daniel says. There’s a tacky stripe in his arm hair from where someone had spilled beer on him, jolting out of their seat at a touchdown. A tiny American flag is planted in his backpack, colonizing his Bills hoodie and bottle of lube. Daniel feels invigorated. Max’s face scrunches.

“It would of course be better if I was there,” he says, stubborn.

Daniel gives an exaggerated scan around the room. “I dunno. The cuck chair in here’s nothing to write home about. You’re better off on the jet, I reckon.”

Max’s mouth falls open. He starts to say something, but Josh knocks on the door before he can get it out. “Whoops,” Daniel says, rolling off the bed. “That’ll be him.”

When he’s back in frame, he’s being pulled down onto the sheets by Josh’s massive arms, not quite violent but not quite gentle either. Just steady, unrelenting. How Josh always is.

“Daniel,” Max says, as soon as he can see him again. “Daniel. I won. In Brazil, just now. From the back. I won.”

“Hi Max,” Josh says. His voice is bright, only barely singed with the rasp of winning a home game. He’s amicable even as he spreads Daniel’s knees, up and over. Daniel likes him a lot.

“Hello,” Max says, absently. “Daniel. Did you hear?”

“Fuck,” Daniel says. He’s settled on Josh’s lap and he can feel his dick tenting his sweatpants. Josh grins sheepishly.

“Since you texted,” he tells Daniel, apropos of nothing. “I was hoping you would. I was sitting in the locker room, just thinkin’—“ he trails off, glancing at Max on the phone and then back up at Daniel. He grabs Daniel’s hips. “Thank you. Thank you, DR, fuck.”

Daniel preens and Max chokes.

“I won,” Max says, steadfast, but the hitch in his voice is one that Daniel could recognize blindfolded and in ten different time zones. Daniel plants a hand on Josh’s chest and he goes down easy, staring and panting like Daniel has a Super Bowl ring on each finger.

“I know,” Daniel says, indulgently. He rocks his dick against Josh’s bulge, a pantomime cowboy, and he and Max let out twin groans. “So did he.”

[chaosinstigator]

gimme the movie now

[adimouze]

max/daniel, josh/daniel, angst. ~700 words.

The foyer of Daniel’s rented New York home has a lovely black and white lacquer that Max is dripping all over now. He’s distantly aware that maybe he’s still sticky from the wet of the champagne they sprayed on him on the podium, in the garage, on the plane. It’s a blur. All he truly remembers is the rain, the car underneath him, winning winning winning. 

Daniel’s staring at him. Wide eyed. He’s in a gigantic blue hoodie Max does not remember him wearing, soft and sleepy in his shorts that show off his tattoos. His feet are tucked into fuzzy socks. Daniel’s always so cold. Max wants him so badly it hurts. 

“Max?”

“I won,” Max breathes out. He steps further into the foyer, closer to where Daniel is smiling at him. 

“I heard,” Daniel says, whispers. The house is quiet. Max does not know why he’s whispering. Daniel’s always loud, filling up all the space in Max’s brain, even when he’s in the car fighting every fucker on the track. “Congratulations. I thought you would be in Monaco by now.”

“I wanted to see you.” He hasn’t seen Daniel in a month. Daniel has spoken more words to him in this short moment than in the past month. “Daniel, I won. You - you told me. if I won. You. You would.”

Daniel looks good. His curls are wild but his eyes look rested. Less sunken in and desperate. Like the last time he had seen him. Like the last time when he avoided him and let Lando handle the goodbyes instead. 

“Max, why are you here?” Max is here because Max wants to be here.

He can’t answer. He just walks to Daniel, pushes him up against the wall, Daniel’s legs spreading like his body knows Max belongs there, that this is it, that the softness of Daniel’s mouth on his is what Max was hurtling towards all along, all those years ago. Daniel’s moaning, kissing him back, biting, his hands grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him in.

Max grabs at his thigh, he’s going to lick those tattoos the minute he gets Daniel on a bed, but for now, this is perfect, hitching his leg around Max’s waist. Max grabs at his ass, squeezing as Daniel keens, ripping his mouth away from him, letting Max mouth down his neck. His lovely lovely neck. Max wants to bite, wants to rip this hoodie off and tuck himself into Daniel, into Danie’s ribcage. 

Max wiggles a hand down Daniel’s shorts. He’s not wearing any underwear. He reaches his hole.  Daniel is. Daniel’s wet. 

Max’s dick jerks, painting precome into his boxers. His heart is beating, making a racket. He pulls back to stare at Daniel. Daniel’s not looking at him. 

There’s footsteps, thundering and coming down the stairs. Daniel pushes him away. Max’s hands miss Daniel terribly. 

“Daniel, where did you – oh. Max. Hello.”

Josh Allen stands at the doorway. Max stares. Something is breaking. Max wonders if it’s his heart. Daniel still won’t look at him. 

“Hello Josh,” Max says. Daniel moves away. Daniel leaves him standing there. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Oh,” Josh says. He’s big enough to completely hide Daniel when he moves behind him. Max thinks he might cry. Him, not Daniel. Daniel does look at him. “We were celebrating. The big win.”

“Yes,” Max says. He needs to leave. “The win. Congratulations.”

“Are you in town? Wait, did you and Daniel have plans? We were just –”

“No,” Daniel says. He’s still hidden behind Josh. “Max was just leaving. Had something to drop off.”

“Yes,” Max says. He feels like he’s seeing this all play out. Daniel stepping away. Cold where Daniel was just so warm. His body is here but he feels detached. “I was just leaving. Good to see you, mate. Good luck for the rest of the season.”

“Goodbye, Max.” He thinks he hears Daniel say. He steps out into the cold. The door closes behind him with finality. Max does not cry.

[preet-01]

No idea where this fic came from, but I just had to write it once I got the plot idea

Josh/Daniel/Max where Daniel gets pregnant and doesn't know who the father is

cw: mpreg

Dressed in a hoodie much too big for him and the tiniest shorts he owns, Daniel paces in the bedroom — trying his darndest to not think about the row of pregnancy tests lying on the bathroom counter. 

He might have gone a little overboard with the ten pregnancy tests, but short of going to an actual doctor, Daniel wanted to be absolutely sure that the signs he’d noted were actually what he didn’t want to believe. 

Three minutes and he would know if he was pregnant or not. 

Three minutes and he would know whether his post-retirement jet-setting had led to more than just a handful of great fucks. 

Three minutes and his life could change forever… and the life of one of his hookups. 

Oh god. 

He would have to tell either Josh or Max that he’d gotten himself knocked up. At least he knew Hunter couldn’t be the father given that Daniel hadn’t bottomed that time. Small mercies, he supposes, small mercies. He’d only need to have two awkward conversations instead of three. 

The timer rings before he can continue to spiral about potential fathers and awkward conversations about how he didn’t know which one of them was the father. 

In his head, the funeral march plays as he makes his way into the en suite. Each step brings him closer and closer to the inevitable. 

Daniel hadn’t gotten the pregnancy tests with the thin little lines that would take too long to figure out. Instead, he’d bought the ones that simply told him ‘pregnant’ or ‘not pregnant.’ 

There is no guessing of what the tests mean. Ten pregnancy tests stare at him, all saying ‘PREGNANT’ in bright, bold letters. 

Daniel Ricciardo, as it turns out, was the type of guy to get knocked up and not know which one of his hookups fathered his child. 

_____

He goes to the doctor before he talks to either Josh or Max. 

“Congratulations Mr. Ricciardo, you are about five weeks pregnant,” the doctor says. Five weeks is when he’d done the whole Buffalo-Paris-Monaco-LA-NYC trip. There had been overlap. More overlap than he would normally have during a regular season, but in retirement, his schedule had been open for last-minute trips to get dicked down. In a regular season, there would have been a clear divide between the times he’d fucked Josh and the times he had post-race weekend hookups with Max… well except for that one time after Miami 2023 but that wasn’t a regular occurrence – though he wouldn’t mind it becoming a regular occurrence. 

“Thank you,” Daniel says absentmindedly as the doctor prescribes prenatal vitamins. 

After getting his vitamins, Daniel knows that he can’t avoid the situation any longer. Sooner than later, he needed to tell both Josh and Max that he was pregnant… and that he didn’t know who the father was. 

can you come to nyc?

He sends the text to Josh first. Josh is in Buffalo and a trip down to New York City wouldn’t be much of a hassle. He’d made the trip many times in the past. 

we need to talk urgently

can you come to nyc?

He texts Max second. Max, as far as he knows, is still in Monaco. Most likely getting ready to jet off to some vacation so he could properly relax during the off-season. So, there would need to be a certain urgency to get Max to drop everything and fly to a place he absolutely detests with every fiber of his being. 

It takes some planning, but he’s able to get both Josh and Max to be in New York City on the upcoming Monday. 

Daniel almost ghosts both of them about a hundred times before the lunch in his hotel room is supposed to happen. Daniel is positive he would’ve never gone if it had been anywhere else. But since they’re both coming to him, he can’t run – though never say never when Daniel avoiding an awkward conversation is concerned. 

At exactly 1 pm there is a knock on his hotel door. He had told the hotel receptionist to let Josh and Max up without calling him about it. Opening the door, Daniel only expects to find one of them standing there, but instead, he finds them both there. The similarities between the two men were never more clear than they were at that moment. 

“Daniel,” Josh says with a smile as Max says, “Daniel,” in the way that it sounds like ‘Danyul.” 

“Hi,” Daniel says, stepping to the side so they can enter the hotel room. 

“You said we needed to talk,” Max says. 

“Please sit,” Daniel tells them. He hasn’t ordered lunch yet and doesn’t want to until he’s sure they will be staying and not running out of the hotel. Not that he thinks either of them are the type to run. Daniel had gotten better at sleeping with people who wouldn’t leave him high and dry when things got tough – something he had learned with age and experience. 

Daniel sits on the single chair, leaving the sofa for them. Eyeing one another, Josh makes the first move to sit on the small sofa. Eventually, Max takes a seat too. 

“Not that I didn’t enjoy the last time, but-” Josh begins. 

“I’m pregnant,” Daniel blurts out before he can second guess himself and not say anything. 

“You’re pr-” Max starts, shock evident on his face. Daniel doesn’t need to see Josh’s face to know that it has the same look. They do have so many similarities after all. 

“And I don’t know who the father is, but it has to be one of you,” Daniel continues. 

“Oh,” Josh says. 

“You guys don’t have to do anything. I have more than enough money. But I thought you both should-” 

“I don’t care if the baby is mine or not, I’m here for you Daniel,” Josh says. 

“I, of course, don’t care either. The baby could be mine, his, or some stranger’s. I just want to be there for you, always,” Max states. 

Daniel hadn’t thought about this. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of both of them saying that. He’d expected talks of paternity tests and waiting to see who the baby looked like.

“The baby is half you, Daniel,” Josh says, getting off the sofa so he can kneel in front of Daniel. 

“We would always unconditionally love someone who is half you,” Max adds as he does the same. 

“And, well, that time the three of us were together… It wasn’t awful… kinda nice,” Josh states to which Max nods. 

“You two really don’t care who the father is?” he has to ask, just to make sure that they weren’t just saying it. 

“Do you care who the father is?” Max asks. 

“No, I love both of you,” Daniel replies, aghast that Max would even ask such a question. He loves them and he loves his baby, it doesn’t matter whose cum led to him getting knocked. 

“Let us be here for you, Daniel,” Josh says, pulling him in for a kiss. Daniel lets himself be led. When Josh pulls away, he guides him toward a waiting Max. “Let us take care of you and our baby,” he continues. 

Daniel simply nods, he likes being taken care of. 

[yesloulou]

Daniel Ricciardo and Josh Allen at the 2024 Visa Cash App RB F1 Car Launch in Las Vegas

[ef-1]

<3 ricallen <3

[gordonstanheight]

did the hozier do i wanna know edit trend with a 6 minute beats by dre ad and i regret nothing

[slutforpringles]

Daniel's cheesing so hard 🥹🥹

[onboardsorasora]

daniel does marketing/sales for a construction company. he knows the theory about construction, the numbers. but don't give him like a hammer or screwdriver (why is it a phillips or a flathead? why can't the flathead have a person name like jakes. or the phillips has a functional name like crosshead???).

Anywho, the guys love it when they send him onsite because even though he's been working with them for years now, he always sticks out like a sore thumb. He figured out how to dress the part (and not fuck up his favourite vans or flannel shirt with concrete mix) but he still looks very sunflower in a tulip field.

doesn't matter, the guys love to tease and catcall him. He loves it of course, knows theyre taking the piss and jokes back with them. Plus they love it when he asks them for marketing shit, knows he hates it as much as they do.

He also knows that freshly installed drywall is not sturdy enough to get fucked against. Josh only laughed when they fell through it and he'd patched it up afterwards.

There's also the imprint of his buttcheeks on a wall in some house somehwere from when Max gave him a blowjob on a site.

[blamemma]

yahoosports: Josh Allen came through with the assist for Daniel Ricciardo 😂

[adimouze]

daniel with max: woah woah woah 🤚🤚we can’t DATE silly 😆😁😅 we’re competitors!!!! 😋😣🙂‍↔️

daniel with josh: i LOVE this man!!!! i NEED this man to put me THROUGH a TABLE i need to be BRED i want to carry HIS BABIES he’s my UNOFFICIAL BOYFRIEND but he’s about to be my OFFICIAL husband and the FATHER of my children!!!!

[sillystappen]

Sometimes babygirl is a 35 year old man at an NFL game with his ‘unofficial boyfriend’