#brocedes smut

[muldj0rd]

I want to taste her lips, yeah, ‘cause they taste like you || Brocedes

Summary: Lewis has spent years looking at Nico and Vivian having the perfect relationship. Lewis had spent years looking at them kissing, wishing it was him in Vivian's body. Lewis had spent years hearing Nico's name being moaned from the hotel room beside his, wishing it was his throat they came from

Warnings: Cheating, angst, talk about Lewis getting kicked out as a teenager, coming out, anal, anal fingering, top Nico, bottom Lewis

Masterlist || AO3

'Never found the right one' 'Focusing on racing' 'Commitment issues' 'No good at relationships'. All the things Lewis said when he was asked about any romantic partners

'I want to kiss my best friend's wife's lips because they taste like him' Is the words he never said but the words he meant

Lewis has spent years looking at Nico and Vivian having the perfect relationship. Lewis had spent years looking at them kissing, wishing it was him in Vivian's body. Lewis had spent years hearing Nico's name being moaned from the hotel room beside his, wishing it was his throat they came from

It had become sickening lately.

"How's your new neighbour?" Vivian asked as she poured some food for Lewis as they sat in her and Nico's apartment

Lewis knew what Vivian was hinting at "Oh, um... She's nice. Quite lovely" Lewis nodded softly, putting some food into his mouth.

Nico noticed the change. Everything from the change in his shoulders and the hitch in his breathing

"Not your type?" Vivian chuckled softly, not noticing how her husband was looking confused at his best friend

"No" He shook his head slightly "She's too... French" He chuckled softly "She's pretty 'n stuff, but..." He shrugged slightly, taking a sip of the water in his glass, his throat feeling dry at the stare he got from Nico

Nico noticed this too. Lewis always distracted himself from stares he felt uncomfortable with

---

Lewis sat on the kitchen counter, watching as Nico cleaned the dishes from dinner that he had insisted Lewis didn't need to help with. Vivian had to run to the store to get something for the dessert.

Nico talked... A lot, but Lewis couldn't stop thinking about how the two Germans had kissed before Vivian left.

"You like someone" Nico sighed, turning off the faucet, and drying his hands softly.

Lewis only answered when Nico kicked his foot softly "What makes you think that?" He chocked out, furrowing his brows together

"You act like you did back before you were dating Nicole" Nico chuckled, leaning back against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lewis nodded softly, looking into the floor, refusing to look at Nico

"What? You're too much of a chicken to ask her out?" Nico chuckled softly "Doesn't seem like you"

"They're married" Lewis mumbled, not correcting Nico on the gender

He never told Nico about his sexuality. He was too afraid to. His dad kicked him out at 16 when he told him... He spent a week at his mother's place, having no contact with his father until Anthony realised he needed the money Lewis was winning. He was afraid Nico would do the same

"How long?" Nico asked curious- Like it was going to make a difference

"Only a year, but they've been together for a lot longer" He explained with a sigh

"Okay. Kids?" Lewis shook his head softly "Marital problems?" Lewis shook his head slightly again "How long have you known her?"

Her. He felt sick just at the thought of it being a her "Almost my whole life" He cleared his throat softly.

"Do I know her?" Lewis didn't answer. Not even a slight shrug or a twitch of his head. Nico sighed softly at Lewis's silence "Maybe you should just tell her, and see what happens"

Lewis scoffed softly "Nico, he's married-" "He?" Lewis stopped breathing. His heart was in his throat, pounding out of his body.

"Lew, why didn't you tell me?" Nico asked softly. Lewis still didn't answer- he couldn't get himself to breathe "That's why your father kicked you out" Nico realised, saying the words with a sigh "And you were afraid I'd do the same" Lewis nodded softly, allowing himself to breathe again.

"Man, I don't hate you. I don't care who you like. You're still my best friend" Friend. Nico couldn't bare the silence in his kitchen "I liked a boy once when we were younger" Lewis came out, why couldn't Nico do it as well? Two flies with one hit

"You did?" Lewis asked softly, almost in a whisper "Why didn't you tell me?" It drew a chuckle out of both of them

"It was before Vivian and I started dating, but we were still friends. I told her, but she convinced me I was just fond of him" He chuckled, taking a few steps closer to the Brit, now leaning against the counter beside Lewis' body "Grew up and realised I wasn't just fond of him" He chuckled softly.

There was silence again.

"Lewis, who is he?" Nico asked a little more serious now, walking to stand in front of him. Lewis looked away, but Nico turned his head back by his chin, a whimper almost escaping Lewis' lips.

Nico wasn't sure, but he think he got the message right just by the look in Lewis' eyes. Nico leaned in, so slow that Lewis could pull away at any given moment if he was wrong.

He didn't pull back. He grabbed Nico by the waist, drawing him in quicker, a yelp escaping him by the surprise of it, but he kissed back immediately.

One of Nico's hands was placed beside Lewis's hip, the other softly holding his jaw. Lewis spread his legs, one hand on Nico's waist, the other in his hair, drawing him closer, the kiss getting more heated.

Lewis was so engaged in the kiss and the feeling of Nico's lips that he didn't hear the front door open- Thankfully did Nico, pushing himself away from Lewis to go greet his wife. With a kiss of course. Nico would always go back. He'd always go back to his wife.

---

Dessert was awkwardly silent between the two "What happened while I was gone? You're suddenly so quiet" Vivian chuckled, the two men shifting slightly in their seats, their dessert barely touched.

"Just tired, Schatz" Nico leaned in, kissing his wife on the cheek. It can never happen again. It was a mistake. Actions spoke louder than words.

Lewis was quick to leave after dessert, his own barely touched. He was afraid if he stayed any longer that he'd say or do something stupid that he couldn't explain later.

---

Lewis was not new to insomnia. He was used to the sleepless nights. This one was different though. He had kissed Nico. He had kissed his best friend, and their friendship was most likely ruined by now.

He wondered if Nico was a wake as well. He probably wasn't. He had probably fucked Vivian so good they were both passed out by midnight.

Nico had probably fucked Vivian so good to make himself forget everything that happened in the kitchen. It made Lewis think- could Nico be in the kitchen again without thinking of Lewis?

Maybe he'd fuck Vivian there too, deleting every memory of Lewis in there. Maybe Nico had fucked her against the very same spot Lewis was sitting when they kissed.

Nico wasn't asleep

Sure, he had fucked Vivian to try and forget- hoping it'd make his mind forget itself. He wasn't tired though. He couldn't sleep with the thoughts of Lewis in his mind.

It wasn't happy memories replaying in his head when he said he thought about Lewis at night- It was the kind of thoughts he shouldn't have with Vivian lying on his chest, their bodies interlocked, the only piece of clothing covering her body beside panties being one of his t-shirts.

Is Lewis sleeping in the shirt Nico gave him? Nico asked himself, his eyes closed. He liked the thought- the thought of Lewis sleeping in a shirt Nico gave him that he didn't want anymore.

He liked it too much. Evidently too much. All his blood had gone south at the thought of Lewis in his clothing. The thought of fucking Lewis in his clothing

Fuck- he shouldn't. His wife laying on his chest while thinking of fucking his best friend while he's wearing his clothes.

Nico probably had to go to the Vatican City if he could- get a cleansing or some shit. Drown himself in holy water.

He can't ignore his boner. He's beyond hard. He should've done something about it 5 minutes ago- he should've stopped thinking about Lewis like that 5 minutes ago- he shouldn't have thought about him like that at all.

He had two options. Take care of it, or ask Lewis if he is still awake. Option one is the right thing.

Nico You awake?

Option two is what his mind chose

Lewis Yes

It was difficult to get Vivian off of his chest without waking her up, but he managed. He couldn't think of anything else but Lewis as he walked down the few stairs of the stairwell.

He knocked softly on the door, his hand shaking slightly. Lewis barely managed to get the door open before Nico pushed the door further open, walking into the apartment.

Nico closed the door behind him with his foot, pushing Lewis up against the hallway table, one hand on the Brit's waist, the other on his jaw.

Lewis yelped softly at the suddenness and the small pain in his back as he got pushed against the small table. As soon as Nico heard the small yelp, he leaned in and kissed Lewis passionately.

Lewis drew Nico closer, causing the blond to moan slightly into his mouth as his crotch was pressed up against Lewis' thigh "Was Vivian to no help?" Lewis chuckled softly

"She was- Is asleep" Nico panted softly against Lewis's lips

"So I was the next best thing?" Lewis meant it as a joke, but he really was hurt that he would always be the second choice

"Don't say that?" Nico said, leaning away from the kiss, his lips wet from both of their shared spit "You have always been and will always be my first choice" He panted slightly

"You got married. She's your first choice" Lewis yelped softly when Nico pulled him away from the small table and guided him into the bedroom, his lips back on his

Nico softly pushed Lewis onto his bed, getting in between his legs, and forcing them open. Lewis's hands went to the hem of his shirt, but Nico wrapped his hands around his wrists when he realised which shirt it was

"You sleep in my shirt?" Nico asked breathlessly

Lewis shrugged as best as he could "It's comfy. Problem with that?" He chuckled softly

"No" Nico moved down Lewis's body "Keep it on," He said, pulling Lewis's sweats and briefs down.

"W-why? Gonna fuck me in it or something?" Lewis's voice shook slightly as he reached over to the bedside table to get the lube from the drawer, handing it to Nico

"Damn right, I am" Lewis hated how Nico was always so much more confident than himself.

Lewis whimpered softly at Nico's answer, closing his legs as best as he could- which was short-lived when Nico forced them back open again after he had gotten the lube warmed up on his fingers.

Nico chuckled softly when Lewis whimpered at the feeling of Nico circling his hole with his lubed fingers.

"Nico- Please" Lewis whined quietly, Nico drawing the time out unnecessarily long "Need it- Need you" He panted heavily.

"I got you, Schatz" Nico soothed Lewis, slowly pushing in a single finger, loving the small whimper he let out and the way he grabbed Nico's biceps.

Nico slowly started moving his finger, pulling both whines and whimpers out from the man below him. Nico eventually got Lewis worked up to three fingers, having him a moaning mess under him the more he curled his fingers to hit his prostate.

Nico slowly pulled his finger out of Lewis, chuckling softly at the desperate whine Lewis let "I was so close" He mumbled as Nico wiped his finger clean onto Lewis's thigh.

"You don't want me to fuck you?" Nico mocked a pout, standing up from the bed

"No, no- I do want- I wasn't-" Nico shut Lewis's nervous trembling up with a forceful kiss, leaving Lewis panting when he pulled back again.

"Just lay back" Nico chuckled softly, leaning back to pour lube onto himself, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with Lewis.

Lewis whimpered softly as Nico pushed into him, both moaning when he had pushed in. Lewis's skin burned where he could feel Nico's hand. It wasn't his hand that burned, but the cold wedding band that dug into his skin.

The feeling was quickly forgotten when Nico started moving slowly and softly at first. Lewis's whimpers encouraged him to go faster and harder, angling his hips to thrust into his prostate, moans ripping from Lewis's throat.

When Lewis started leaking onto his stomach, his back arched sharply and his nails digging into Nico's biceps- most definitely leaving a mark behind, did Nico wrap his hand around his neglected cock, stroking him to the same speed as his thrusts, the Brit came quite quickly after that, squeezing tightly around Nico.

A few more firm thrusts where Nico avoided Lewis's prostate, and he came, pressing his hips firmly against Lewis's ass, a string of German curses being moaned.

"You are always my first choice" Nico panted as he lay softly on top of Lewis.

---

As they sat in the tub, Lewis's back pressed against Nico's front, Lewis took Nico's right hand, softly slipping his wedding ring off of him, putting it on the counter beside the tub "It annoys me" He sighed, to which Nico chuckled softly.

"He was it?" Lewis asked curiously, turning his head to look at Nico

"Who was who?" He asked confused, wrapping his arms more tightly around Lewis, like he was afraid he was gonna evaporate

"The boy you were 'fond' of" Lewis clarified, with a small smirk

"It was you, dumbass" Nico smiled softly when Lewis became flustered. The blond leaned in, kissing Lewis's neck softly "It has always been you"

[orgasming-caterpillar]

And It's Too Cold//It's Too Cold

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg | Angst | Smut | 1695 words | on ao3 | in Google Docs

Songfic Based On: Sweater Weather, The NBHF

Nico was in the cooldown room when it happened. Towel in hand, he was wiping the cold droplets trickling down his torso when Lewis burst open the door. (They didn't even use the cooldown room at the same time anymore.)

“Nico.”

The name left his teammate's mouth for the first time in weeks. Nico's throat didn't have to tighten like that— he wasn't going to speak anyway.

“I need to talk to you,” Lewis said, something desperate in his voice that Nico wasn't sure was real.

All I am is a man

Nico’s words were careful, deliberately stern. “What do you want, Lewis?”

I want the world in my hands

“To talk to you- about the race.” Abu Dhabi. 2016. “You won. Congratulations. I still won the championship.”

That seemed to snap something inside Lewis. In a swift motion, he lunged at Nico. But his childhood friend was much too familiar with his tactics, he knew about his speedy attacks and had swift reflexes to match. All those teenage years spent wrestling on hotel beds weren't for nothing.

“I don't fucking care!” Lewis shouted, his collar grasped in Nico's hands, Nico pushed all up against the wall. “I don't fucking care that I won the race!”

“You seemed to care a fuck lot about it on the track, mate,” Nico spat.

Lewis jerked his shoulders, hitting his head on the wall in the process. “Why can't you see, Nico?! Why can't you understand? I can't take this anymore.”

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“Take what, Lewis? Because all I've been doing this year is take and take and fucking take. You haven't taken shit compared to what you've put me through.” His eyes were burning now. He needed Lewis out of here.

“I can't take this— you pretending I don't exist. I will take the accidents and the crashes and the goddamn fistfights, but I can't,” —his voice broke, eyes welling up, and Nico had the urge to wipe them before any tears fell— “I can't take this, Nico.”

Use the sleeves of my sweater

“You really think you're the only one suffering? How self centred, how typical of you, Lewis.”

Let's have an adventure

“...What?”

“You think this doesn't hurt me? this non stop fighting and competition, and never making up? Open your fucking eyes. I don't like this any more than you do.”

Lewis' hands dropped from his shoulders, chest heaving. The air between them was electric, too dangerous to breathe in.

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

“Then why do you do it?” It was the smallest voice Nico had ever heard.

Because it's better than admitting the truth. Because it has less consequences than saying 'I love you.' “Because you started it.”

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

Dark eyes trailed from his wet hair to the damn skin of his torso, not in a lewd way, but like a man recalling all that he has to lose. When he looked back up, there was a hope in his eyes that Nico couldn't bear looking at. “And will you stop if I stop?”

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

This was a terrible idea from the beginning. The Karting, the trip to Greece, the ride-or-die friendship, all of it— terrible.

Oh, she knows what I think about

“Stop fucking thinking so much, Nico, it can't get worse than this.”

It really couldn't.

And what I think about

The answer came in the form of a desperate hand grabbing the back of Lewis’ head to bring him closer.

It was a gunshot, the way their lips met each other's. It was the sweet shock of love after a lifetime of yearning. It was like their first sip of too-strong whiskey at fourteen, knowing they've crossed a line they can never go back to.

One love, two mouths

Lewis’ surprise melted into eagerness in a split second. Nico tilted his head and grabbed his bicep. Lewis had grabbed Nico's face with both hands like he was something dear and precious.

It really was a terrible idea, and nothing could ever fix it; but if they were going to burn they'd go down singing in the flames.

One love, one house

“Take off your shirt,” he grunted. Lewis obeyed.

Smooth brown skin burned under Nico's freezing palms. He grabbed a handful of the pecs, moaning into the kiss.

No shirt, no blouse

“Is this—” Lewis pushed him away. God give him dignity, Nico almost whined. “Is this a confession thing? Or a goodbye thing? Because I have no idea what I'll do with a goodbye fuck.”

Just us, you find out

Nico had no idea either. He didn't want to leave Lewis. But for now, the only thing on his mind was the throbbing heart under his hand. They were here. ‘Leaving’ seemed like something out of a hazy dream. “I don't know.”

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

Lewis had this look on his face— like he wanted to run away but his feet wouldn't take him. Nico wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could have done to change anything. There was nothing that could have ended up with them anywhere other than where they are. He didn't say anything.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Do you really? Or is this another game?” Yes, Nico wanted to yell. He knew what Hamilton was asking. 'Do you really love me?’ and he wanted to yell, Yes, yes, yes. I do love you. I do. I'm sorry. All he could do was nod.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Lewis put a hand on his cheek, kissing him again. Only this time it was so much more gentle, yet hurt so much more. Somewhere in his subconscious Lewis seemed to have realised that this was probably the first and last time they will ever do this; and he did it like he wanted to remember.

And if I may just take your breath away

There was so much Nico wanted to say, and he couldn't say any of it. He wanted to scream.

We will never be the same again, he wanted to say. I will never love another like you. A moan. You've destroyed all that I was. A sigh. Do not destroy what I am. Hands caressed his body, so soft it was painful. Build me a pyre, and I'll still whisper your name as I burn. A prayer. I love y—

“How do you want this?” Lewis whispered, hands working him out of his pants.

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Nico grabbed his shoulders, using the stability of Lewis’ hands on his thighs to wrap his legs around his waist. He relished in the way Lewis groaned, he would never hear it ever again.

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

Lewis was gentle, so gentle. They both loved like an ocean. With Nico it was a tsunami; desire coursing through his veins as he groped, wrecked, swallowed everything that came in his way. And with Lewis it was this; sweet, gentle and relentless like moonlit waves in the darkest hours of the night. What choice did either have but to drown?

The goosebumps start to raise

“More,” he whimpered, arching his back against the wall. The soft gaze with which Lewis was watching him was more violent than any fistfight they've ever had.

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

It hurt— even with how tender Lewis was being. Maybe more so because of that. He harshened the pace at Nico's request, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Their hearts beat in sync, thudding against the ribcages pressed together.

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Strangling begins with holding. Cannibalism begins with a kiss. They both bring grief and hurt and madness; what is love if not just tender violence?

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

He reached the peak of his pleasure first, spilling onto their abdomens. Lewis followed right after.

Coming down

One love, two mouths

They stayed like that for a while; chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, hearts broken like the promises they made at fourteen.

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

“Don't leave me, Nico.”

Just us, you find out

Why do you speak to me and why do I try to understand? he thought. We no longer speak the same language.

Not a word was uttered.

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

“We can fix this.” That damned hope.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Put me down,” was what Nico chose to say. Lewis did, searching his face desperately for an answer.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Nico picked his pants off the floor, pulling them on without another word. Lewis spared them both the pain and stayed silent as well.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

He was wiping his torso with a spare towel when Lewis finally spoke.

“You promised, Nico.”

Nico looked at him, no longer caring about the wet streaks on his cheeks. “We made a lot of stupid promises.”

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“You said we'd race together. Forever. You said you wouldn't race without me. Then why should I?”

Wasn't forever such a sweet lie? It wasn't nearly as long as people thought it was.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“I'm leaving racing for good, Lewis.”

And it's too cold, it's too cold

Lewis was silent for what seemed like hours. “I love you.”

With a single whispered phrase, Nico shut the door behind him. “It'll pass.”

The holes of my sweater…

[chilling-seavey]

Since I'm writing my first Nico featured piece of writing, I've been reading some Nico fics to warm up to how people write him.

However, I'm stuck on what 'pet names' for a partner (male or female...no spoilers) he would use. There's not many examples I've come across in [brocedes] fics I've skimmed.

There's mainly been 'schatz' ... do we think this makes sense? Would there be any others that could work [better]?

[maxillness]

I’m writing a Brocedes smut which is gonna be posted on my AO3 and my other tumblr blog, and never have I written anything more accurate

Lewis was a pussy, he knew that, not when it came to women he knew he was never gonna see again, but a pussy when it came to some blond, German, twink he had known most of his life

[themultifanshipper]

omg I love Nico Rosberg please do!!

here's a little idea that's been running trough my head maybe it inspires you.

it's 2016, the worst of the worst of brocedes and nico goes out drinking and runs into Lewis's ex (reader) (maybe she's a journalist idk) one thing leads to another and they have nasty nasty sex in Nico's room, which just so happens to share a wall with Lewis's.

absolutely no pressure to write this tho

Sure Lewis had won the race, but you weren't expecting to see Nico drinking alone in a random bar. 

You had an idea that would definitely lift his spirits. 

Warnings: smut, masturbation, cum, filming (hear me out), rancid vibes, basically 2016 brocedes being petty, reader is a journalist and lewis' ex, I'm a lil' mean to lewlew but he deserves it

“Oh, Hello” he said relatively cheerfully when you popped up next to him at the bar. 

Nico had always liked you. You were a breath of fresh air whenever you'd show up at races. 

You worked part-time for Sky Sports and it was always a pleasure being interviewed by you. 

You'd been Lewis' girlfriend for years though, so you were firmly off limits to everyone in the paddock.  

Nico never did figure out why you and Lewis broke up. It's not like Lewis would talk to him about it, so he was left to speculate. 

“How have things… been?” he tried, earning a laugh from you. 

Of course you could tell he was fishing for information. 

“I'm not here to talk about Lewis, Nico”  

You leaned on the bar, pushing your chest against the polished wood, and Nico couldn't help glancing down quickly. 

“Actually, that's not strictly true” you corrected with a smile. “I wanted to see if there was anything I could do after your crushing defeat today” you emphasised the word, to see if he would react. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, smug smirk playing at his lips. 

“Are you trying to provoke me, my dear?” 

“Maybe…” you bit your lip, trying to conceal your glee. 

The truth was you and Lewis hadn't been on the best of terms after your rather public breakup. He'd become an egotistical monster, and you were only trying to weigh him down, or so he said. 

But even while you were together, you'd always found Nico intriguing. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, and now that you were free to do whatever the fuck you wanted, well… now seemed like a good opportunity. 

“Keep it up, maybe you'll manage to get a reaction out of me” he purred, setting his glass down and turning his barstool towards you. 

You wrapped your fingers around his glass, and his eyes followed the movement of your thumb tracing up the side, drawing patterns in the condensation. 

“I'm not trying to do anything…” you glanced at him and noted how enraptured he was in the sight of your delicate fingers barely reaching all the way around the small-ish glass. “I'm just confused how a driver of your caliber just let Lewis pass you like that” 

His gaze snapped back to you “I did not let him pass, my car was…” 

He trailed off when he noticed your expression, throwing his head back in exasperation with a chuckle. 

“Okay, I see what you are doing. It's not going to work on me” 

“Really?” you pouted “You sure I can't get you even a little bit riled up?” 

He huffed out a laugh. “The things you could do to rile me up are illegal in public places” 

Your breath hitched at his tone, there was an underlying challenge in there somewhere. 

“In that case… I have a proposition for you” 

His pupils expanded as soon as you put your hand on his thigh to lean in seductively. 

“We could put our combined talent for pettiness to good use…” 

Your lips barely brushed his ear as you spoke, but he could already feel his pants tightening at your close proximity. 

“What are you suggesting?” his voice was tight with desire. 

“Your room is next to Lewis'… I think we could easily find a way to rile him up” 

Nico's eyes widened, that was the best idea he'd ever heard. 

You leaned back against the bar and took his glass, bringing it to your lips to take a sip. 

“Jesus!” you spluttered “That's straight tequila, Nico!” you gazed at him in awe. 

He laughed, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you in closer.  

“I think we're going to have a lot of fun together” he mumbled. 

You let him drag you closer, standing in between his legs as his greedy hands felt you up. 

“And Lewis is going to regret ever breaking up with you”  ...

◇

Lewis could hear most of what was going on in Nico's room. 

He had a girl over, how adorable. Whatever he needed to make himself feel better about losing, he supposed. Lewis was planning on winning every race if it meant destroying Nico. 

He actually took some kind of twisted pleasure in listening to his pathetic attempt to get back at him. As if it made them even. You got this trophy, but at least I’m getting my dick wet.  

Lewis laughed derisively at the thought. No woman was going to make up for the big shiny trophy he was going to get at the end of the season. 

His attitude quickly changed however, when he suddenly heard the woman's voice louder and clearer than before. 

“Nico!” 

It sounded much too familiar. 

It couldn't be… 

He dropped his phone onto the bed he was lying on and turned around to face the wall. 

“Fuck- aaah… oh my god, Nico!”  

His jaw dropped. He'd recognise those moans anywhere. 

“Nico, please!” 

He put his hand against the wall, as if he'd be able to feel you against the cool plaster. 

“Please! Please, oh my god, please!” 

He refused to acknowledge the twitch in his pants. His blood was boiling with thinly veiled jealousy. 

But the final offense came in the form of Nico's voice. 

“Hear that, asshole?!” he was yelling at him through the wall. “She's begging for me now!” 

You whined as Nico sped up his hips, hitting deep inside you while you imagined Lewis on the other side, fuming at what he was hearing. 

♤

Nico had you facing the wall, your hands clutching the headboard for dear life while he pounded into you from behind. 

You’d really been missing out, it turned out. 

One of his hands was on your hip, arching your back obscenely for him, and the other one was next to your head, flat on the wall to hold his weight. 

You cheek was pressed against the wall, ensuring your voice would be as audible as possible through it. 

“Say my name, darling” he groaned, you cunt was like a vice around him and he was barely holding on to his sanity by this point. 

“Nico!” you cried, you were rapidly approaching your high. 

“Louder, baby. I want him to hear you” 

He slithered a hand around your body and started tapping out a soft rhythm against your clit, the barely-there stimulation making your legs tremble. 

“Fuck- aaah! Oh my god, Nico!” 

“I said louder. You're not coming until I know he's heard you” 

“Nico, please!” 

He chuckled meanly at your writhing figure, the pressure just wasn't quite enough to get you over the edge you were gasping for. 

“Please! Please, oh my god! Please!” 

Nico groaned, you were begging so prettily and politely for him, he could hardly refuse. 

“Hear that, asshole?!” he yelled “She's begging for me now!” 

He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing wet circles over it that made your eyes roll back into your skull and let out the most pitiful wail as you came all over his cock and fingers. 

You slumped against the headboard, no longer able to hold yourself up, and slid down until your face hit the pillows with your ass up in the air, and you groaned while you rode out the waves of your high, through which Nico was still fucking you. 

He quickly grabbed his phone.  

He knew just how to put the final nail in Lewis' proverbial coffin. 

He turned the camera on, just managing to catch the moment when he came inside you, cunt stretched beautifully around his cock, then pulled out to let his cum dribble out of you and down your thighs. 

They hadn't blocked each other’s numbers. That would be petty... 

♧

So he sent Lewis the short video and threw his phone to the side. 

He gently turned you over, thumbing at the obscene mixture clinging to your folds, and spreading it around. 

He was transfixed, and you let out a small giggle at his expression. 

He raised an eyebrow cockily, bringing his cum covered fingers up to your mouth. 

Much to his delight, you sucked them eagerly, moaning at the taste as your tongue traced every knuckle, every crevice until he was clean. 

His gaze was dark as he watched you work, and once his hand was clean he wrapped it around your neck and squeezed possessively. 

Your confused wide eyes made him chuckle, along with the way your thighs twitched. 

“I had a feeling you would be into that” 

He leaned over you and crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, the faint taste of your mixed juices driving him wild with need. 

“Give me a minute, I'm definitely not done with you” 

Lewis didn't care about his pride anymore, the sounds you were making on the other side of the wall were sending him insane. 

♡

He shoved his shorts down and wrapped a hand around himself. The relief was instant. 

He could almost picture you, bent over and begging. He'd witnessed it enough times. 

All that was missing was- 

The buzz of his phone caught his attention from where it was laying next to his knee. 

A text from Nico. 

“Enjoy the crumb” 

And attached was a video of Nico pounding into you once, twice, and then… 

Lewis gasped and the hand around his cock sped up at the sight of your beautiful tight hole dripping with his rival's cum. 

He didn't realise he was coming until it was too late and his pillow was soiled and covered in his spend. 

“Fuck's sake!” he cursed, throwing his phone across the room in anger. 

He ended up seeing a lot more of you after that.  

But you were now Nico's fucking girlfriend, and his ex-best frien would constantly send him dirty grins, reminding him of that damn video. 

And every single night, without fail, he'd pull the video up and get off to it. 

He'd hesitated a couple of times to send it to the papers. But no matter how bitter he was, he couldn't bring himself to do it. 

It was almost as if he took pleasure in knowing that only him and Nico had it. Like a shared dirty secret. 

Nico was going to regret everything anyway. He may have won you, but Lewis was going to win the whole damn championship. 

[menagerofmischief]

Ask and you shall receive!!! With nico rosberg

Stuffed cherry tomatoes served cold with fish and chips, chicken quesillda, and spring rolls. Drinks are ice tea, black coffee, and iced water.

Have fun!! 😉

Dia's Diner Menu

stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex fish and chips "Where are your manners" chicken quesadilla "So pretty with my cock down your throat" spring rolls "All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up" ice tea oral black coffee chocking iced water dirty talk

Nico Rosberg x sugar baby!reader

TW: blowjob, mean-ish!nico at the start, gagging, chocking, hair pulling

WC: 1k

A/N: nico rosberg, my favorite pop queen <3. this is actually so bad, I hate it but I'm mentally drained and this was the best I could do. also I added lance, arthur and mick to the menu if anyone is interested in requesting for them.

The whole car ride home was unsettlingly quiet. Nico was mad, I knew it. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he sped through the busy city traffic, passing cars like he was still on the track.

“Nico,” I said his name, trying to break the silence we had fallen into.

His head snapped towards me, his eyes narrowed and he gave me a look that conveyed what he wanted to say rather clearly. Stop talking.

I shut my mouth and tried to lean back into the seat of the car, knowing that we were going to be home soon and how things would go once we got there.

Soon enough we made it up to our, or rather Nico’s, penthouse. The moment the doors were shut, Nico grabbed me and pushed me against the door. 

“What was that, huh?” He asked, his voice rough. One of his hands trailed up my body and wrapped around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to put pressure. “Is that how I taught you to behave?”

I did my best to shake my head, my cheeks warm. “No,” I said, the word coming out as a whisper. 

Nico’s eyes fixated on mine, his pupils blown wide, and desire and lust clear in his gaze. He removed his hand from my neck and I immediately sucked in a breath. Nico moved his hands down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt filled the room.

I knew the rules we played by, I should have already been getting on my knees, desperate and wide eyed and asking to pretty please, suck his dick. But my mind was blank, my eyes focused on the way his hands moved as he opened his jeans and pulled them down. On the bulge in his black boxers, on how he took them of and on his semi-hard cock.

I snapped out of my trance once Nico’s hands were on my shoulders. Without a warning he pushed me down, making my knees hit the floor. I hissed at the contact, the tiles cold and digging into my naked skin.

I whined, looking up at him through my lashes. “You pushed me,” I said, pouting my lips. “That’s mean, Nico. You could have bruised my knees.”

I was going to keep talking but Nico grabbed my chin roughly, towering over me and looked down into my eyes. “All you do is complain,” he said, the tone of his voice dark. “Perhaps I should shut you up.”

With one hand he grabbed ahold of his dick, giving himself a few tugs and growing harder before slapping the tip against my lips. When I noticed him about to do it again, I opened my mouth, hoping that the tip would just slip right in but instead he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back.

“You really are acting like a dumb little whore tonight,” Nico said. “Where are you manners, huh?”

I whined, looking up at him, one of my hands braced against his thigh. “Please,” I said, my voice giving away how desperate I felt. “Please let me suck your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth.”

Nico humed, satisfied with my response. His hold on my hair eased up and he placed his hands against the back of my head. Not pushing me, just giving me the sensation of knowing he’s there.

As soon as he nods his head, I’m surging forward. My lips wrap around the tip, suckling on it and running my tongue over the slit to collect some of the precum that had started leaking. Nico groaned at the feeling, his hand pushing my head further, forcing me take him deeper into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

He held my head there for a moment and I gagged around his length, providing the additional sensation of my throat tightening which made him moan. His hand moved away and he let me start working at my own pace.

I started bobbing my head, trying to take him all the way every time my lips glided along his dick, hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue along the vein that was on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, there we go.” Nico said with a groan. “My pretty little slut, sucking me off so well. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.”

Nico moved one of his hands to my neck and wrapped it around my throat just as I was moving down his shaft. He laughed, the sound mixed with a moan of pleasure, and it sounded beautiful. “I can feel my dick sliding down your throat,” he said, his hand staying where it was placed. “God, your mouth feels like heaven. Keep going, baby, I’m almost there.”

That made me speed up, bobbing my head faster and doubling my efforts to make him cum. Nico’s fingers gripped my hair and that was all the warning I got before he was twitching inside of my mouth and shooting his load down my throat.

I pulled off him with a pop, the taste of his cum salty against my tongue. Without as much as a second thought I swallowed everything inside of my mouth, sticking my tongue out proudly and looking up at Nico to show him.

He smiled down at me, his cheeks flushed and mouth open as he panted, trying to catch his breath. One of his hands came to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “Good girl, baby,” he said. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Nico helped me up and pulled me into a messy, passionate kiss. He lifted me up into his arms, making me giggle and started making his way towards the bedroom. “Now, how about I give my good girl a little reward?”

[drspleenmeister]

*Holding my smut!logistics head despairingly in my angry little hands*

Ugh.

Okay.

Girls, guys, whomever: I've said it before and I'm going to say it again now, because I've read more logistically implausible fics in the last few days than I dare to count on my grumpy little claws. The writing may be smoking, but if you can't get the logistics of sex right then you are just going to make your readers go, "Eh, what?!"

You cannot deepthroat someone while breathing through your nose. You can't. Unless you have gills. If you're writing smut for fish then by all means continue to have your characters comfortably taking in oxygen whilst choking on a cock. Otherwise, stop it.

Throat-fucking is hot, HOTTT, but again. Breathing is not possible simultaneously. Please. This type of breath-play is sexy. Use it.

Have you ever tried to hollow your cheeks with a cock jammed down between your tonsils? No? That's right: you can't. Your characters are either using their tongue and cheeks or they are using their throat; I guarantee they can't do both at the same time. Also, having a man able to feel the outline of his cock through the cheek of his partner while they are going down on him: only possible if he is JABBING his fingers into his partner's cheek and forcing the flesh between their teeth, or fucking the head of their cock into their partner's cheek-flesh. Either way is really not going to be comfortable for the partner who is doing the work.

Having your characters stop kissing because they can't breathe is fucking stupid. Have you ever kissed a human? You have a NOSE (which in this instance is NOT being blocked by a cock). It is perfectly possible for two humans to mack on one another for hours at a time without having to come up for air. Drawn-out snogging is hot; have you ever kissed someone so much that lube/prep is not even needed? Trust me, it's awesome.

Limbs. LIMBS. Block your smut scene out in your head, for the love of God. I can't count the number of times that a writer has led me to believe that a pairing are facing one another on a bed, only to find in the next sentence that one is actually behind the other up against a wall; or they're laying down; or one is seated and the other standing.

Get your names and pronouns straight (heh heh...), with m/m or f/f fiction it's so easy as the reader to lose track of who is doing what if you're only referring to the characters as him/her. Don't be afraid to use names, it's better to be too clear than not clear enough.

If you don't have the first-hand experience yourself to write about certain sexual experiences then LOOK. IT. UP. I am neither male nor queer, yet I adore m/m explicit fic and I've done my goddamn research; it drives me up the wall when a writer puts their men into a position that does not warrant easy access to the prostate, but then go ahead and try to write the act as if it's as natural as breathing. My dude, if you're making me - a straight female - shake my head at the logistical inaccuracies of one hot man fucking another hot man, then just imagine the fits of hilarity that you're sending an actually gay man into, who attempts to read your work!

I would say I'm sorry for ranting, but I'm not. I've been reading fanfic for a very very long time and it makes my cold, dead heart so happy when writers get it right, and so sad when they get it wrong.

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

If you’re still taking requests: sebson mistletoe matchmakers, one of those 5+1 things, like they use mistletoe together other drivers and the one time others do it to them

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 12: mistletoe — jenson button x sebastian vettel (+ webbonso, brocedes, maxiel)

note: happy christmas everybody!! thank you for the request! btw, i will probably reduce the days becuse 1 i have not that many fanfic ideas 2 december is coming to an end and 3 sadly i have to study for my exams. but keep the requests coming :) i’ll do my best to fulfil them. ps: mark sneak in the pic but it does give the idea of a christmas party. i also couldn’t think of 5 couples from the old grid so i’ll give you 3 lmao hope it’s enough. i enjoyed writing this A LOT.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

That year drivers’ dinner was organized in a big villa. The atmosphere was beautiful, everyone was having fun. But you know what was funnier?. Jenson and Sebastian’s plan to pull a prank on the other drivers by mysteriously making appear a mistletoe above their heads. After all, what’s better than playing matchmakers?

The first pair they wanted to fall in their trap were obviously Mark and Fernando. Not only because those two were dancing around each other for years by now, but also because they were undoubtedly the easiest target, assuming that two people who became extremely touchy at any given time would be the most likely to kiss. Their assumption revealed itself, in fact, correct.

It wasn’t even that difficult: the two of them were already talking together in a side of the room. All it took was for Jenson to hang the mistletoe above them with a broom handle while Sebastian proceeded to distract them.

The two friends, as expected, weren’t very pleased with Seb interrupting their conversation, and they quickly dismissed him by ignoring him.

“They really wanted alone time.” Sebastian stated with a smirk on his face, once he was back to Jenson.

“Well, let’s see how it plays out. But not from here.” Jenson took Sebastian by his arm and pulled him in the hallway, from where they would’ve had a better visual.

Just as planned, Mark’s head bumped into the mistletoe, and both of them looked upwards. Fernando’s face turned to a shade of red once he understood the situation.

“Oh.” Mark’s eyes were back on Fernando, who was trying his best to find something else to look at. “I haven’t seen many mistletoes around, we must have ended up under the only one.”

“Si, I guess.” The Spaniard was clearly wishing he could dig a grave for himself in the floor. A small grave would have been enough for his size, he wouldn’t take that much to make it.

The taller man seemed uncomfortable too, but overall more collected. “Should we follow the tradition? I mean, if you’re in for it, of course.”

Fernando blushed even more if possible, but nodded nonetheless. “It’s just a tradition, after all.”

Mark didn’t let himself be told twice. He leaned down and pressed his lips on his friend’s. Fernando welcomed the kiss, holding him by his shoulder, while the Aussie’s hands fell down to grab his snatched waist.

Jenson and Sebastian exchanged an accomplice look. That was the sign for them to continue with their mission. It suddenly got extremely fun.

Their next target were the two inseparable best friends, because what was funnier than threaten to break a sexual tension lasting years with a Christmas kiss?

This time was even easier to place them right where they wanted. They hung up the mistletoe in the isolated hallway they have been. Jenson then began a conversation with Nico, subtly leading him in that direction, while Sebastian did the same with Lewis. Once they were all together in the designed spot, Jenson and Seb found a way out and left the two alone, under the infamous plant. They sat on a table where they could watch them from afar without being seen.

It was quite frustrating at the beginning, since those two didn’t seem to realize where they happened to be, too busy doe-eyeing each other. That, until a berry fell on Lewis’ shoulder.

“I can’t believe they really put mistletoes around here.” said Nico, picking up the berry from the Brit’s suit.

“That must be why Mark and Fernando were passionately making out before.”

Nico chuckled, remembering the sight. “Care to imitate them?”

Lewis froze suddenly. He was never out of words, but in that moment he really couldn’t find anything meaningful to say, so he just stayed silent.

“What? You don’t think your masculinity can handle it?” Nico teased him, stepping forward to cancel the empty space between them. “Or you’d rather take it and use it to kiss some pretty girl?”

Lewis didn’t believe there could ever exist a girl prettier than Nico. “Is it a challenge?” And God knew how much he loved challenges.

“I don’t know, would you accept it?”

Lewis took Nico’s face in his hand and pulled him in a kiss.

Seb gave Jenson the high five. It was proving all easier than expected.

They decided to have a drink or two before concentrating on their next victims.

“I must say I didn’t think it would’ve gone so smooth. Why is everyone tonight so fucking horny?” Sebastian said in a softer tone, careful not to be heard by anyone but his accomplice, and they both shared a laugh.

“Look,” Jenson got closer to his friend “tell me he’s not dying to kiss Verstappen from the moment he stepped in this place tonight.” He pointed discreetly at Daniel Ricciardo, sat in a table not too far from them, who was too centered on keeping his eyes on Max to hear what they were saying.

The two appeared in front of the poor boy, blocking his sight. Jenson initiated the talk. “Hey mate, how you doing?”

Daniel snapped instantly back to reality. “Oh. Good, thank you. I was just–“

“Yeah, we know.” Seb stopped him, saving him the awkwardness, then took a mistletoe out of their secret mistletoes bag and handled it to him. “We could have done it for you, but we thought it was more fun if you’d do it yourself.”

The young Aussie looked at the little plant, then at them, a bit confused. Then his big brown eyes widened and his lips parted in realization.

“Max.” Daniel greeted him, after finally finding the courage to approach him.

The boy was sipping casually on his drink. He smiled as soon as he saw his teammate. “Hi Danny. Are you having fun?”

The RedBull driver tried to keep the conversation going until he took the decision: it was finally time to shoot his shot. He sneakily dropped the mistletoe without being seen by his friend, then he slyly dropped down his eyes. “Oh, look. It must have fallen from the ceiling.”

Max frowned, then picked it up and scanned it, turning it around in his hands. “It doesn’t surprise me. Those two are hanging these damn things around since they arrived. Such a childish tradition.”

“Do you think it’s childish?” asked Daniel, finding it hard to hide the disappointed tone. He was usually able to easily break the tension by saying something funny, but in that moment he found himself out of jokes.

“I mean,” Max tucked his hair behind his ear, letting his nervousness shine through. “They’re like the cat and the fox, playing matchmakers, and now everyone is making out. We don’t want them to fool us too, right? Not that I don’t want to kiss you, but– Wait, sorry I didn’t mean it like–” he sighed and shook is head “What am I saying? Sorry, I’m being so bad with words. I just–”

His nonsense rumblings were interrupted when Daniel silenced him with a kiss. Max stiffened at first, but when his friend’s hand found his, he relaxed and kissed him back.

Sebastian and Jenson were watching them satisfied, sipping their second drink. Their game then succeeded most of the times for another hour. At least until they accidentally left their mistletoes bag in a corner of the room to go to the bathroom, and when they were back, it wasn’t there anymore.

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone at the same time.”

So smart of them. “Maybe someone picked it up thinking it was theirs.”

They asked around, but no one seemed to have seen it.

“Has someone lost a navy bag?” Nico Rosberg’s voice resounded suddenly among the people.

“It’s ours!” The two quickly approached the Mercedes driver, soon realizing he wasn’t alone. Lewis was with him, and also Max. And Daniel. And Mark with Fernando. Oh.

The Spaniard had his arms crossed. “I think I’ve seen it there.” He pointed to a door.

Seb and Jenson wasted no time and ran in the said direction. It didn’t take them very much to notice that they ended up in a room full of mistletoes, all hanging from the roof, from the walls, scattered on the floor and all over the furniture. The door closed behind them.

“I think they caught us.” Jenson commented, looking around. The other drivers’ laughters echoed from afar.

“Very perceptive of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help an amused smile.

“We kinda had it coming.” The Brit turned towards him.

“Kinda?” Seb shrugged. “It was inevitable.” His eyes met the other man’s ones, and betrayed his feelings. He couldn’t hide them anymore. “So, what shall we do?”

Jenson tilted his head a bit, his intentions so obvious, so readable on his face. He stepped closer and closer, forcing the other driver to back up against a wall. “Well, it would be very hypocritical of us to avoid the trend at this point.”

“I think so too.” The German’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Jenson trapped him by leaning on the wall with one hand. “May I?” His voice was low and his breathe heavy.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need your British manners with me.”

They smashed their lips together. They explored each other’s mouths, savouring each other’s taste. Sebastian’s hands held him close by behind his neck, while Jenson’s found a way down his body.

When they broke the kiss, they were breathless. Sebastian’s blue doe eyes were still fixated on the other man’s lips. “You know, I think I saw a mistletoe in my hotel room too.”

Jenson chuckled.

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[lipringlrh]

if anyone has a race by race breakdown or major event breakdown of brocedes PLEASE send it my way xxx

[regulus-lantsov]

Really thinking about writing a fanfic about Formula 1 and Harry Potter.

With Piarles as ennemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers. Pierre as a Slytherin and Charles as a Gryffindor.

Galex as love at first sight but George try to hide it very hard. George being Pierre best friend and dragging him to the Gryffindor party to see Alex and poor Pierre and Charles having to be the third wheel and snickering about the other while George and Alex are akwardly flirting. George as a Slytherin and Alex as a Gryffindor.

Maxiel as the two shennigans who are trying to hide their relationship but Daniel is very bad at hiding it so Max has to silence him. Max as a slytherin and Daniel as Hufflepuff.

Landoscar as grumpy x sunshine. They are forced to work together for a Defence against the Dark arts. Lando is very energetic and try to conceal his crush for Oscar that is as since Oscar took his hand to show him the right way to cast a spell.

Brocedes as teachers / ennemies to lovers. Nico is the charms teacher who always make snarky remarks about Lewis without naming it. Lewis who's the arithmency teacher that everyone likes. They were lovers until the NEWTs came and put them in an over competitive relationship. And now, everyone wonders if they fucked.

Simi as 'everyone wonder if they're a couple or not while they're married'. Kimi being the potions teacher and Sebastian is the transfiguration teacher. Everyone absolutely loves Sebastian because he's always caring and joking with everyone.

One year younger, we have Kimi and Ollie who are under Charles' wing. They both have a huge crush on the other but Kimi as a girlfriend and think Ollie isn't gay.

Of course with other ships like Mark Webber + Fernando Alonso or Esteban + Lance

All of that during starting when Harry enters his third year at school. So going from year 5 to the Great War. Dealing with purebloods idea and just relationship. Voldemort is even scared by the couple because they're very powerful wizards.

[muldj0rd]

3 clicks and I’m home || Brocedes/Sargeton

Summary: Nico- Good luck in the race, we’re rooting for you, Schatzi

Warnings: Blowjob, anal, anal fingering, unprotected sex, creamepie, taking of virginity, voyeurism, masturbation

Masterlist || AO3

part one

A sleepless night for Lewis was disturbed by a knock on his door

He turned to look at the bedside table, the clock showing 2.44am

He was fucking confused that somebody knocked at his door at this time of the night, but he got up anyways

He dragged his feet across the floor, not bothering to look through the peep hole, which he probably should’ve

He tried closing the door immediately when he saw that it was Nico standing in front of him, but the other man had stopped the door before he could

“What’d you want?” Lewis groaned, turning to look at Nico again

“Let me apologise” Nico almost begged, his hair messy as well as his clothes- a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt

“At 2.44 am?” Lewis scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest

“I couldn’t sleep, and the walls are so thin that I could hear you tossing” Nico explained, sighing softly “I brought wine” He hummed softly, showing Lewis to bottle in his hand

Lewis let him in, but not without hesitation

Nico still knew where all the stuff was in the kitchen. Where to go when he went for the wine glasses

“What makes you think I didn’t change it around?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter

“Please. You hate change” Nico scoffed softly, opening the bottle, pouring them both a glass

They both moved to the couch, silence as Nico tapped against the glass with his nail, driving Lewis crazy

“You wanted to apologise, so do it” Lewis said, the tapping stopping, making him sigh softly

Nico took a sip of the wine before he spoke “I really am sorry, Lewis” Nico turned his body towards Lewis’ which was still turned forward “I thought-… I didn’t know you loved him, and just thought it was because he looks like me, and it really sounds selfish. I am so sorry”

Lewis chuckled softly, not the kind of funny chuckle, but the sarcastic amused kind

“You think a simple apology is going to make it right? You think a simple apology is gonna give me Logan back?” He spat, looking at Nico with knitted eye brows and eyes full of hurt

“I’ll do anything, Lewis. Anything you need” Nico scooted closer to Lewis on the couch, the German’s eyes begging

“You look like you want to be on your knees for me” Lewis chuckled, seeing the same look in Nico’s eyes now, and the look he saw before he was about to receive a blow job

“Is that what you want? I’ll gladly do that” Nico put his glass on the coffee table, spreading Lewis’ legs so he could sit between them, looking up at him

“Nico, no- it was just-“ Lewis stopped himself with a quick breath when Nico started palming him through his sweats

“Nico- you’re married” Lewis took ahold of Nico’s wrist with the hand not wrapped around the wine glass

“So what? That’s not your problem” Nico hummed, taking the wine glass from Lewis in his other hand, placing it on the coffee table

Nico managed to wriggle his wrist out of Lewis’ grasp, now slowly trying to pull Lewis’ sweats and boxers down

“Lewis, lift your hips” Nico said softly, looking up at the Brit

Lewis sighed “Nico- you’re married”

“Oh, verdammt noch mal” For fuck sake. Nico cursed, forcing Lewis’ hips up so he could tug them down “Would you just shut the fuck up?” He spat

Nico leaned forward, but Lewis pulled him back by his hair “I need you to really think about this and the consequences” Lewis sighed “You could loose Vivian and the kids” He breathed out

Nico looked like he hesitated for a moment, but he nodded softly after a second “I know what’s at risk” He sighed softly

Lewis nodded slightly in return, his hand easing in Nico’s hair, letting him leaned forward again, softly placing kitten lick at the head of Lewis’ cock, getting him fully hard

Lewis didn’t make much sounds, he was good at that. Keeping quiet when he needed to, knowing that Nico’s wife was sleeping a could hear them if he was too loud

Lewis’ breath hitched slightly as Nico moved his hot mouth down on him, slowly moving on him

Lewis took his hands into Nico’s hair, not to move him, but to keep his hair out of his face as he had grown it out “You’re so fucking pretty”

Nico started going a little faster, his hands going under Lewis’ shirt, pushing it up his waist

“Fuck” Lewis breathed out, his hand tightening in Nico’s hair, slowly and softly moving his hips up into Nico’s mouth

“Fuck, you’re so pretty” Nico moaned around Lewis’ cock at the praise, sending vibrations all through Lewis, making him moan softly

“Fuck- Nico” Lewis breathed out, his cock twitching inside Nico’s mouth, pre-cum dripping onto his tongue

Nico’s hands tightened around Lewis’ waist, like it always did when he allowed Lewis to come without having to say it

Lewis remembered all too well what the tightening grip meant, so without any warning, did he hold Nico down onto his cock, coming down his throat, grunting quietly

“You’re a horrible person” Lewis panted, pulling Nico off of his cock after he had swallowed

“Yes” Nico nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, still looking up at Lewis

“Was Logan good?” They had been sitting and talking, neither tired, so they had shared the bottle, and opened a new one, not seeing the time being around 4 am

“Good in what way?” Lewis sighed, sipping on his glass, definitely starting to feel it

Nico shot Lewis a look “You know what I mean” He chuckled softly

“Well…” Lewis shrugged “We never went that far” He mumbled

“Please, Lewis. The walls are thin. I can hear it” Nico chuckled, his feet scooted under Lewis’ thigh, warming him up

“You don’t have to have sex to be intimate” Lewis said, pouting slightly as he looked at Nico

“You wanted to?” Lewis nodded softly “Why did you never?” He asked softly

Lewis sighed softly “He was never ready, and I respected- I do respect that” He explained

Nico nodded softly, sipping on his wine. Not knowing what to say, he changed the subject “When did you realise you were in love with me?”

Lewis chuckled softly at the sudden change. He shrugged slightly “I guess… One of the times I was visiting you in Germany when we were teenagers” He explained

“You should probably head back” Lewis said, just in time before Nico spoke up again

“Yeah” Nico sighed, standing up from the couch, missing the heat of Lewis’ body on his

Brazil Lewis had to do a double check when he saw Logan walk through the paddock with Nico by his side- more like Nico walked with Logan

Nico flashed Lewis a slight smile and a small smile, where to Logan quickly looked away when he made eye contact with the older man

George had to shove softly at Lewis’ shoulder to get him back to reality

Mexico was a nightmare for Lewis, so when he reached the podium in Brazil, he was overly happy

Which was weird, because he barely remembered the race- his brain working on auto pilot

The only thoughts running through his mind being Logan and Nico, sometimes even both

The thoughts weren’t the kind of sweet kinds, it was the kind where you should drink holy water for 30 days to make up for it

He was embarrassed after the fact, having to retrieve to his drivers room, taking care of his… So called “problem”

He was also embarrassed by the fact that the thoughts getting him off was his ex, and his other ex that was now married

Qatar Las Vegas was shit

Lewis had crashed out, flying into the wall, causing a red flag for about half an hour

So when he had won in Qatar, he started to wonder if Logan was his lucky charm, having seen him in the paddock with Nico again that week

Nico Royal Qatar Hotel, room 246

The only message Lewis got from Nico. He knew what it meant, so he didn’t need more explanation

Lewis showed up after debrief and a nice shower, knocking softly on the door

Lewis froze when he saw Logan sitting on the bed behind Nico’s body

“You’ll be fine” Nico said, pulling Lewis into the room before he exited, giving Lewis no explanation

Logan sighed, patting the space beside him on the couch

Lewis hesitated as he walked closer, sitting down beside the American, leaning back against the headboard

“Explain” Logan said as the only word, to which Lewis nodded

“It was like that in the start. That I only dated you because you look like Nico” Lewis sighed “But that changed, Logan. I started loving you- I love you. God- I love you so fucking much it hurts” He chuckled softly, sniffling slightly

Logan immediately swung his arms around Lewis, hurrying his head into the crook of his neck, squeezing him tightly

“I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you- have let you explain. I love you too” Logan sighed

Lewis hugged Logan back immediately, listening as Logan started talking again “You still love Nico” It wasn’t a question, but a statement, to which Lewis agreed with a small nod “We’ve been talking, me and Nico”

Logan leaned slightly away from Lewis, but still held onto him “He have to get divorced first, of course, but, we were thinking after, that… maybe- maybe we could try and make it work with all three of us” He spoke low, looking into Lewis’ eyes

Lewis nodded softly “I don’t wanna do something that you don’t” He said, pushing some of Logan’s hair away from his face

Logan nodded “I want to” He hummed, leaning in to kiss Lewis softly “I’m text Nico that he can come back”

Logan took his phone, texting Nico, while Lewis kissed Logan on the side of his face, continuing down to his neck softly

“Lewis” Logan chuckled, his stubble tickling him as he put his phone back down again

“Sorry, love. I’ve just missed you” Lewis mumbled against Logan’s skin

Logan got into Lewis’ lap, straddling him and kissing him tender, just as Nico walked back into the room

“Love, we don’t have to” Lewis mumbled into Logan’s kiss, holding the American’s hips still as he started ground down against him

“Fuck me, Lewis. Please” Logan said breathlessly, the sound of Nico sitting down in a leather chair only background noise

“Okay” Lewis nodded softly “Lay down” He instructed, pushing softly as his waist, but Logan stopped him

“No. I want it like this, please” As Logan looked down at Lewis, his eyes begging, his whole world stopped, forgetting Nico was in the room as well

“It’ll be more difficult this way” Lewis said softly, sinking a lump in his throat

“I don’t care. Please, I want it this way” Logan almost whined, rolling his hips against Lewis’, making the Brit moan quietly

“Okay” He nodded softly again, lifting Logan’s hips up so he could get his jeans off while Logan pulled his shirt over his head, the sound of Nico searching in his suitcase evident

Lewis managed tho get Logan out of his jeans and briefs without moving around a lot, Nico throwing a bottle of lube beside them on the bed before he sat down again

Logan left wet open-mouthed kisses around Lewis’ throat and neck as Lewis warmed some lube up on his fingers

He pulled Logan close, snaking his hand around his body, soothing him with praises as he slowly pushed a finger inside him

The small moans and whimpers in Lewis’ ear were already music to him, imagine what he would sound like while getting pounded

Lewis slowly and softly pushed a second finger into Logan when he was loose enough, drawing a whine out of him, and making his grip around Lewis shoulders tighter

The position that they were in, made it harder for Lewis to find Logan’s prostate, but Logan liked the feeling of Lewis searching

Lewis made the mistake of looking up at Nico, seeing him already looking at him. Not at Logan, not the spot where Lewis’ fingers disappeared inside Logan, but at him

They held eye contact for a while, Nico starting to palm himself through his sweats, covering his mouth discreetly, muffling his own sounds

Lewis finally hit Logan’s prostate, making him moan loudly into Lewis’ ear

Lewis’ lips were all over Logan’s exposed shoulder and neck, but his eyes were still focused on Nico, who had now taken his hand off of himself, presumably because he was already close to coming

“You’re so fucking pretty” It wasn’t meant for Logan, but not knowing better, or knowing where Lewis’ eyes were planted, he muttered a ‘thank you’ a long with a deep blush rushing down his body

Nico knew it was for him. He knew. Lewis had used the same fucking tone he did back in ‘16, and the same fucking tone when he gave him that blowjob at 2.44 am

Lewis slowly pushed a third finger into Logan, waiting for him to adjusted before softly curling his finger to hit his prostate

“Lew- please. I-I’m ready. Please” Logan panted between his moans

Lewis planted a soft kiss in the corner of Logan’s mouth as he pulled his fingers out, wiping them cleans on the outside of Logan’s thigh

“Lift” Lewis instructed, patting Logan’s thigh softly

Logan lifted his hips, allowing Lewis to pull down his sweats and briefs down enough so he could get his cock out

Logan sat down again on Lewis’ thighs, swatting Lewis’ hand away from his cock so he could stroke him himself

Lewis moaned softly as Logan had a soft grip around him, a tight grip around the American’s hips

Logan lifted his hips, lining himself up with Lewis’ cock, slowly sinking down on him, moaning softly into Lewis’ ear

Whine, whimpers and small moans escaped Logan’s lips, going straight to Lewis’ ears

Lewis looked up at Nico once he started thrusting up into Logan’s prostate, seeing the blond now having gotten his cock out, slowly stroking himself

Logan was close, Lewis could feel it from the way he was clenching around him, his thighs shaking slightly, and pre cum dripping from his cock

“You close, love?” Lewis asked Logan teasingly, knowing that he was

Logan nodded, moaning loudly into the crook of Lewis’ neck, his hips moving fast

Lewis wrapped his hand around Logan’s cock, stroking him to the same speed as his thrusts, having him coming in seconds, painting Lewis’ shirt white

Lewis slowed his hips down, avoiding Logan’s prostate as he rode out his orgasm, eyes going back to Nico who by the look of it was also close

Lewis nodded softly at Nico, silently telling him he could come, and Nico who knew what it meant, came without a second thought, spilling his cum onto his hand and the carpet beneath his feet

Lewis came as well after a few thrusts, holding Logan’s hips down onto his own, coming deep inside him

“You okay, Love?” Lewis asked Logan, softly stroking his hair, feeling the weight of the blond’s body against his own

After they had gotten cleaned themselves up, they were all three in the bed

Lewis lying on his back, hands beneath his head, starting up into the ceiling. Logan was lying curled up into Lewis side, arm slung around his waist, asleep. Nico sat up against the headboard, reading a book of some kind

“What are you thinking about?” Nico hummed, not tarring his eyes from the page

“I’m not thinking” Lewis answered way too quickly, still starring up into the ceiling

“You’re paying no attention to the pretty boy lying on your chest. You’re thinking” Nico said with a sigh, now looking over at the Brit

“I’m gonna fuck this up” Lewis sighed “I’m no good at relationships” He stuttered softly

“A for effort, Lew” Nico sighed, Lewis now looking up at him

“I don’t want the effort, I want it to work” He sighed, covering his face with his hands, groaning quietly to not wake Logan

Nico sighed for what felt like the 10.000th time, closing his book and placed it on the nightstand before he took of Lewis hands into his own, kissing the back of it

“We’ll make it work. We don’t blame you, Lew” Nico smiled softly

Nico Good luck in the race, we’re rooting for you, Schatzi

[chilling-seavey]

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George drove a brilliant race; keeping his lead through all fifty-five laps without a single mistake. He knew it was yet another flawless race to add to his ever growing collection—another trophy to make room for on his shelf—but he knew it wasn’t enough. No matter how great of a race he achieved that day, his World Championship rested on the faults of his teammate. And his teammate was virtually faultless. 

George led Nico past the checkered flag, ahead by only half of a second. As the two Mercedes crossed the line, fireworks erupted above the Yas Marina Circuit, bringing them home beneath sparks of pyrotechnics. As George slowed into his cool down lap, all he could hear was the roar of his car and the raggedness of his breathing, grounded by his racing heart thudding in his ears and an evil pit of disappointment churning in his stomach. 

On his left, the identical car of his teammate met his pace and George raised a gloved hand out of his cockpit in a congratulatory thumbs up. Nico offered the same sentiment in return; and his hand was almost quivering with adrenaline. Just as Max Verstappen’s Red Bull and Sebastian Vettel’s Ferrari pulled up on either side of Nico for their own congratulations, George looked back to the road ahead to bring his car safely back to the team.

The radio in his earpiece crackled to life and his engineer spoke to him, “Amazing drive, amazing season, George. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

George pressed the button on his steering wheel to reply, keeping his answer polite and genuine and as void of the storm of emotions within him as he could manage, “Yep. Thanks, guys. The whole team…everyone at the factory…everyone watching at home. What a season. Congrats to Nico. Onto 2017.”

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