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[fahatesyou]

Daniel goes back to Australia during summer break.

[kinda sad, slight sexual content. A/B/O, Omega Daniel.]

Sometimes Daniel wishes he was an alpha. Not every single day, certainly not often. But since last not so good year it's becoming more and more of a regular thought inside his head. It doesn't help that he's single again; alone again. 

When he arrived to the airport with only his light luggage and Michael and Blake next to him, his mom made a sad face. Heidi was supposed to come this year and spend the summer on the farm. That didn't happen. 

"There 's no rush." His sister told him, both half drunk with way too expensive wine while washing the dirty dinner plates. 

"I'm old as fuck." Daniel said.

It was supposed to be a joke but Michelle didn't laugh. 

"You're not old." She said, staring at him. Daniel felt embarrassed, like when he made cheeky remarks on media day and they didn't quite land, so he just shrugged, wanting to change the conversation to something less depressing, but he could see on her face that she wasn't going to let it go that easily. "Don't say that shit, you're not old. And if someone told you that just know that they're bitter cunts. " 

He knew she meant it, that Michelle was trying to help him somehow. Maybe it was the seriousness of it all what rubbed him the wrong way; how Michael and Blake and every single "woke" person on the internet wanted to make clear that thirty three year old unmated omegas were not failures.

Daniel knows.

Failure is losing against your younger teammate, failure is switching from team after team to only get lower and lower results. Failure is never winning a World Championship when you could definitely have won if only those people who once promised you all the glory had  chosen you instead of replacing you when the next young shiny bright thing came up. 

Daniel took the kids horse riding on the fields, ate dinner until he was bloated and drank way more wine than he should drink in front of his parents. They didn't seem to mind, his mom made a cute small nest on his bed while he was out, his dad hugged him and kissed him once they were alone and the kids were fast asleep, Daniel let himself be comforted and touched, he missed this for sure, how good being truly loved can make you feel. His dad didn't say anything or asked him weird questions. Daniel knows his mom probably tells him everything they talk about anyways. She's worried about him, Daniel can tell as she calls him more and more, particularly after disappointed weekends, which are almost every single one nowadays. 

It's there when he's lying on his bed, surrounded by familiar scents and feeling warm and dizzy that he pushes one finger inside himself, just wanting to fill some space and clear his mind. He shouldn't be doing this, not when his whole family is basically sleeping down the hall. He can't remember the last time he hid to jerk off, he left home right after his first proper heat, he was the only Omega on his youth team so he had a room all by himself, the wife of his promoter even bought him a heat-kit with lots of fancy stuff that definitely helped him to make the time go by faster. Burying his face deep into the pillow and just working two fingers, looking for that spot that makes his toes curl, Daniel rubs against the bed, there's no need to make noises or fake it, he knows exactly how much he has to push for him to get wet enough that it feels good. It doesn't take that long, and it's mostly nice until the crest of his orgasm ends and there's nothing left. There's no knot to make him feel safe and satisfied, no hands on waist or teeth sinking on his neck. It's just him and his dirty sheets that he didn't think about before doing it this way. Maybe it's the pasta or the wine, maybe it's that he doesn't really cares, but he falls asleep like that, wet fingers gripping the pillow and his soft dick touching the wet spot under him. 

Luckily he wakes up earlier than everyone and goes straight to the washing machine, letting it run for a while and then getting bored of waiting.

His mom is already in the kitchen making breakfast, Daniel goes up to her and hugs her, she reaches for his hair and gives him a kiss on the cheek, followed by three more, each one louder than the last. Daniel laughs, a honk sound that fills the room as the smell of the bacon soaks their clothes. 

They eat by themselves, Daniel asks her all about the farm and the kids, she tells him every detail. It's good, not have to talk about racing with someone, just have a normal chat that won't end in 'you'll get them soon' or 'just gotta keep your head down'. 

"How's Monaco?" She asks, scrapping the grease off her plate with the fork. "Is the new apartment nice? your sister said it is way bigger than the other one." 

"it's alright." Daniel says. "I finally have a view of the sea."

"That's lovely." She nods and reaches for his hand and squeezes it, Daniel squeezes back. "I'm glad you like it. It's good, you need somewhere to feel good. Apart from here, of course." 

"Mom." Daniel sighs. 

"I know, I know." She says. "We just worry so much, your dad and I. We ask Michael but he says the same things that you do." 

"Because that's the truth." Daniel mumbles. "I'm fine, I'll figure it out, stop worrying."

"I know you will, we know you will. But, you told me Heidi was coming and then you arrived by yourself. I'm not disappointed or anything but I just wished you had told me before."

It's normal that she worries, Michael told him. It's a good thing. Still, it makes Daniel all kinds of anxious. Knowing he's not only making her loose sleep over his career but also his life. It's kinda pathetic at this point. At first, during the red bull years, it felt like a rebellious and cheeky way of living; breaking the rules of what omegas are supposed to aim for. The team supported this and encouraged him be his own "authentic" self, let him say stupid things and dance around, mock and sort of flirt with the other drivers and make the reporters nervous and squirmy. But now he's not twenty. And he's not in Red Bull either. Now he gets stupid memes made about him, articles written doubting how long he will be able to stand his ground, rumors of what next year may be like in an F1 without Daniel Riccardo.

"It's fine mom, I don't think betas are my thing, it just doesn't hit the same." 

She laughs, thankfully, covering her mouth to stop a snort from slipping. It breaks the tension that has been building up between them and Daniel can feel himself relax. 

"I won't tell your dad that, then." She whispers. "His pride may never recover." 

Daniel chuckles too and kisses her hand, rubbing his nose over her knuckles as she caresses his face with her thumb.

"I can't believe you're eating without us. I could hear you laughing from my room, my God." Michelle groans, walking toward the table with her hair looking a mess and missing a sock. "What is so funny?" 

"Nothing." Their mom rushes, standing up to fix her a plate as she gives Daniel a mischievous look.

"I told mom about how you threw up all over the tulips last night. I think they're already dead the poor things. " Daniel says and pokes her cheek. She swats his hand away, annoyed and half drunk with sleep

"Hey, you know how much these fingers are worth?!" Daniel squeals.

Michelle rolls her eyes and kick his shin under the table, Daniel whines from pain and their mom tells them not to fight during breakfast. She growls at him and makes a weird face when he pinches her other cheek. 

"I don't care how much they're worth, but I can clearly smell what they've been used for, you freak." 

[fahatesyou]

Explicit/Sexual Content (Max/Daniel)

Part 3.

Prev related works 1 , 2

Tw: drugs, cheating [not between them]

Daniel snorts the second line like it's nothing. He can feel the tingles running down his spine, the electric shocks going off inside his face muscles. It's good, really fucking good. Lando'll probably get twenty-five years for it when he gets busted, because there is no way this isn't pure as it can be. The only thing close to this that he had tasted was back in Vegas, when some Argentinian DJ invited him to his suite in an awkward effort to get inside Daniel's pants. 

It's so good he almost forgets about the boy next to him. Max's bare ass on display, his skinny jeans around his ankles, facing the stall, hands clenched by his sides as he waits for Daniel to finish. Daniel's already on his knees. 

It's not the most sanitary way to snort coke, but Max insisted that they couldn't go to Daniel's place or a hotel. They had to do it here, he said, because she has lots of friends everywhere and someone could see them. 

He wipes his nose clean and licks the credit card, sniffing for one last time the tiny dust left on the metal surface. He can kind of see his reflection on it, a blurry image of himself. Max is starting to move, his patience running out. He's polite about it, doesn't say anything to Daniel when he stares at his reflection some more while he lets the real high kick in. Just parts his legs a bit more and bites his bottom lip, his neck so red it must burn to the touch. 

Daniel closes his eyes for a second, hears his own heart thumping inside his chest, it's so fucking good he can't help but chuckle, feeling euphoric.

Lando never disappoints. 

"Daniel," Max says. Daniel forces his eyes open and nods, dragging his knees until he's close to him, trying his best to focus on Max and not the itch around his nose, the involuntary spasms in his fingers. 

"Yeah, babe. I'm here." Daniel slurs, face tight and tense. Max is a sight to see. He's so pale and smooth, his ass fuller than any other part of his body, baby fat lingering here and there. Daniel can see him clenching, the shy arch of his back growing as he squirms more and more in eagerness, trying to get closer to Daniel's mouth. "So fucking pretty everywhere, baby. " Daniel says, or thinks, he can't really tell at this point. 

He must have said it out loud because Max whimpers something he can't comprehend. Daniel grabs him by the hips, hard, pushing both hands until he can see Max's ass jiggle, taking a bite of the fullness there and leaving the marks of his teeth behind. Max whines, jerking himself frantically while Daniel keeps sucking and biting Max's soft muscles.

The sounds Max makes play in the background like a song, beautiful and comforting as Daniel loses himself in Max's skin and turns it pink with the rash of his stubble. Daniel lets go, reaching for the almost empty baggie resting on the floor, giving it a squick final sniff and licking the inside of it for what's left, so he can be able to fully focus and not worry it'll fly away once he's nose deep into Max.

Max's hand stops.

"Daniel." He begs, his breath agitated and body shaking against the wall. Daniel touches him again, kissing his hip twice for reassurance, letting Max's nervous fingers tangle in his hair as he pushes Daniel closer.

"Sorry, baby," Daniel apologizes.

He spreads Max with his thumbs and licks over the pink muscle, sucking harder than he should until he can feel Max's leg tremble and see the way his full balls go up inside himself and almost disappear from his sack as he tries not to come. Max is very vocal, has always been each time Daniel fucked him, whimpering and whining when Daniel's tongue gets more and more inside, riding Daniel's face and pulling at his curls until his scalp feels tender. Daniel loses himself in Max, kisses and bites around his hole and presses a finger under Max's balls to hear him yell his name as he comes all over the graffited stall.

"Oh my God," Max moans. Daniel can see him stroking his pretty cock in agony, he's still coming, making a thick white mess around his fingers, the sticky sound filling Daniel's ears as he waits for Max to stop trembling, his left cheek resting on Max's ass, enjoying the view of his youthful pleasure. It takes some time but it finally ends, Max heavy breathing as he squeezes the base of his cock, protecting the tip from any more contact.

Daniel chuckles, pulling and helping Max to sit on his lap. He comes down easily, resting all his weight on Daniel, chest heaving. Daniel brings Max's fingers to his mouth and licks them clean and Max squirms at the sight. His face is ruined, a deep blush going down his chest, lips wet with spit and obscenely plump.

Daniel grabs him by the neck and kisses him, he yelps, surprised, but rapidly joins him as Daniel starts sucking his tongue. He sneaks a hand under Max's shirt to pinch one of his puffy nipples, making Max squeal.

Daniel's touch trails down until he cups Max gently, feels how he's still half hard, his small dick messy and pretty, red and hot everywhere. 

Daniel almost forgets about his own hard on until Max starts moving in circles over him, trying his hardest to make Daniel cum inside his pants. It doesn't take that much, even under the coke haze Daniel is in, he ruts against Max's bare ass and jerks him off harshly, finishing with a groan and milking Max's cock for a second time. They sit there for a while, Daniel hugs him close and Max doesn't complain, melting on Daniel's chest, sucking Daniel's fingers until they are clean. He lets them there, getting them wet inside Max's mouth, watching Max suck harder every time he tries to pull them out. 

"You're so fucking amazing," Daniel sighs, kissing the skin under Max's ear. Max shakes his head and Daniel pushes his fingers deeper into Max's throat; he doesn't even gag. "You are. So good for me every time. Shit." 

Daniel has to kiss him again, it's too hard not to when Max stares at him like he's the fucking sun. Like he's not fucking him for Lando’s grade A coke and because he's a creepy cunt. 

People use the stalls around them, Daniel can hear muffled voices, the music louder each time someone opens the door, sees some pair of shoes as a guy probably shits next to them. He closes his eyes again, drowning in Max's warm body, relaxed and beautiful over him. Daniel mouths over Max's hair and fixes it softly, gently rubbing his sides and soaking in the last moments they'll have together before someone knocks for them to get the fuck out. 

"Daniel?," Max says, voice a little wavery and unsure. "Daniel, can we— can we dance, before you leave?"

"Here?" Daniel asks, a bit far away from reality but present enough to hear Max's giggle. He giggles too, inhaling Max's perfume and trailing more and more kisses over Max's neck and face. 

"Outside," Max says, he grips  Daniel's hand, forcing his fist open until their palms touch. "If you want, of course, I don't have to go home yet." 

Home.

Max's home. Where he has his beautiful girlfriend and his little family, where he lives with two cats and stores his trophies in perfectly organized shelves. Max has a home. A home where he doesn't have to take two planes and cross the whole ocean to get to.

"I have to work." Daniel mutters, "Sorry." 

Daniel does have to work, that's why he's here, that what he's been doing for ten years in this place. Cyril is probably looking for him right now. Daniel has to wait for the DJ, be friendly and charming to him and search the floor for some girls that look easy but hot enough; so the guy wants to come back and play again without charging Cyril double next time. When he drops another song and thinks of himself as the new next hot shit.

"Oh, of course. ." Max says, no longer touching Daniel's hand, stiff as he gets up from Daniel's lap, struggling with his hunched up jeans around his ankles. "Thanks."

Daniel watches him fix his clothes, he's not even wearing underwear, the reason he's here is more obvious as Daniel gets his senses back.

"No problem, mate." Daniel smiles, taking Max's offering hand. "Part of the job." He jokes.

Max doesn't laugh. He stares at Daniel and then scans the floor, he's looking at the empty plastic bag, he nods again.

"Yes, of course."

Daniel wants to pull him into his lap again. Get his finger inside Max's mouth so he gets sloppy and happy as he was a minute ago. Daniel reaches, weak and jerky, just has to touch Max one more time so he can go on with his life. So he can focus and to his job, get enough money for his over due rent. Max flinches, but Daniel's hand is firm, kissing Max's lips quick and hard. "I'm joking."

"It wasn't funny." Max mumbles.

"Yeah, I'm just too high. I'm sorry." Daniel says, practically speaking over Max's mouth. This time is Max the one who kisses first, hand's gripping Daniel's shirt until they're completely over each other, making out desperately, stopping only when Daniel runs out of breath.

"Next Monday, I'm free. The office is in the back, my boss is leaving to Paris." Daniel says, not really knowing why. But Max smiles this time, his grin too big for his face, eyes wrinkling. He's such a fucking kid, dear God, Daniel thinks.

"Okay." Max beams, Daniel has to kiss him again in order to not say something even more stupid. "Next Sunday is good."

Daniel doesn't ask but he's sure this is no longer what it was. He knows Max will show up by himself, that this is not just some horny fun night.

He wonders what Max will say when he gets back and sees her there, sleeping perfectly on their bed like some stupid movie scene. It's not good, it's not a good thing to do. Because Max obviously doesn't have an idea of what life is like, but they do. Him and her know it, Daniel could see it on her face. He doesn't feel bad for her, but that doesn't make this better. Doesn't make Daniel the better person. But then again...

Who gives a fuck?

"Let's dance, yeah?, fuck Cyril, he'll be better off me, anyways."