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chesirecatsmile · 5 months ago

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the summer break takes forever to arrive. but sooner than later max finds himself on a boat in the coast of southern italy, daniel holding a pint of beer next to him, sunglasses on and shirt off.

he didn't expect the first half of the season to be so draining, both mentally and physically. not only has he crashed more times than actually finished a race, he's also had to battle his inner sexuality crisis at the same time.

and it's not easy. but now, with daniel next to him humming a popular song and glowing under the sun, it feels easy.

daniel looks at him through his sunglasses even though he doesn't notice, “do you want to have sex?"

max immediately goes red. this is the first time daniel has actually asked if he wants to have sex. he also thinks it's the first time daniel actually acknowledges what they've been doing.

“okay.”

daniel looks at him, as if confused by his answer, “are you sure?”

max laughs, i've never been sure of anything. “yes.”

the boat has a downstairs area with a bed and a small cramped bathroom, daniel holds his hand as they go downstairs and max giggles like they're in love or something.

“you're so hot,” daniel says, kissing his neck, his hands running on his exposed thighs, barely covered by his swimming trunks. “fuck, max.”

max smiles as daniel tickles him with his stubble. they kiss, it doesn’t last nearly long enough, and daniel’s moved on to suck along max’s neck again.

max tilts his head back like he’s got something on his mind and it happens to be more important than the man on top of him.

“it's hot in here.” daniel beats him to the punch of whatever he was planning to say, and for a blissful second manages to shut max up with words muffled against his sternum and bitten into his skin.

for a long moment, max says nothing, then “daniel.” his face grows red, and he clears his throat, shrugging and draping himself over daniel, pushing him backwards. daniel doesn’t complain and instead slides so he’s laying on his back with his fingers in max’s hair.

“what's wrong?” daniel says with a hum, brushing max’s hair from his forehead in long, sweeping passes.

max doesn’t want to answer. he closes his eyes, screws them shut tight, as if hoping everything will go away once he wakes up. his arms circle daniel’s waist, and continues to say nothing for a long time.

he opens his mouth, then shuts again, then tries a second time before giving up. daniel doesn’t push it; he tucks his thumbs at the base of max’s skull and rubs in slow, firm circles, until both max’s grip and his shoulders relax.

“let's fuck.”

it's a casual suggestion, one of those things that daniel can refuse without facing any consequences. neither of them really care what comes of it, but max can’t handle the silence for too long. he's never vocally asked for it before.

the kiss they share is slow, the kind of slow that makes max’s heart ache. it's never been like this. daniel holds him like something fragile, and max lets him, is the thing.

max lets him, and hooks one leg around daniel’s, cradling him like he might break, too.

they lose their swimwear, somewhere between wet presses of tongue and an awkward clack of teeth that makes max flush and daniel laugh.

max fishes the lube out from his bag sitting on a little nightstand, long arm stretching out while daniel sucks pale marks down his sternum and over his stomach.

the bottle hits daniel in the arm, and he fishes it from among the sheets when he’s reached where he’s going, settled between max’s pale legs. he isn’t painfully hard, but he’s interested, and that in itself is enough to have daniel licking a playful stripe from base to tip with a teasing tongue.

“i want to see your face.” daniel blurts it out before max can even begin to cover it with his hands.

max blushes and tries to say something back, but then there’s wet fingers at his entrance. he doesn’t make a move to twist onto his knees, arching his hips up into the touch.

his eyes close, and he doesn’t see the way daniel stares, pink staining all the way down to his collar and soft mouth parted like he’s the one with two fingers up his ass.

when he does look, daniel’s slipped three fingers out of him and shifted closer, knees tucked under his thighs and hands on his hips. his right hand is still sticky with lube, and it's now on max’s skin. daniel ignores it entirely, ducking down so that he can see what he’s doing when he presses in.

it's hot and tight and good, the kind of good that makes them both shudder when the curve of max’s ass meets daniel’s groin.

good, but not enough.

max doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough. daniel spreads his cheeks like they are molded to fit his hands, and shoves in the extra inch as though it’ll make any difference for him.

it feels like it does, though, and that’s enough for him to moan loudly, head bowed so that his hair brushes max’s chest each time he rolls his hips forward.

“fuck, baby."

max feels like he's been punched in the gut, he clings to him, fingers gripping tight around the back of his neck and back arched up off the mattress.

they share breaths, share kisses. daniel murmurs ‘i want to fuck you all day’ so faintly that max doesn't even know if it actually happened.

he’s heavy in the aftermath, chest heaving against daniel’s. he doesn’t want to say anything in case daniel shoves him off.

daniel rolls on his back and takes max along with him, max lays on top of him now and it's sticky between them.

neither of them seems to care.

he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. daniel kisses him, again, murmurs ‘thank you’ against the curve of his mouth, then closes his eyes and falls asleep.

*

he's back at work before he knows it, staying in a tiny flat in milton keynes that he rents from time to time. he hasn't seen daniel in a couple of days and he hopes he's going to be at the factory today.

he hates doing simulator work, probably the worst part of his job. just sitting in a dark room by himself going and going around on a fake track in a fake car.

thankfully, daniel’s there.

max smiles at him like they’re lovers, daniel smiles at him back, and max feels like he could conquer the whole world.

it crashes back quickly when they're separated and shoved into the tiny simulator rooms, illuminated by nothing but a computer screen.

he sits down, and laps around monza with daniel’s face imprinted into his mind.

for once, he’s hopeful.

#SALT AIR #AND THE RUST ON YOUR DOOR #mine #maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #this is old but i thought it was appropriate

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viktoriaoie · 1 year ago

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tomorrow it's august again...