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scrollonso · 4 months ago

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Girlfriend — Pedroscar

Oscar moved aside, lazily unbuttoning his shirt as he went. The fabric had started to stick in uncomfortable places, chafing his armpits and the underside of his pecs. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to one side before turning to watch his friends. When he did so, Lando was staring back.

“What?” Oscar chuckled, putting a hand on his hip. “See something you like?”

Lando's eyes widened as he scanned from neck to waist. “So that’s why you’ve been off your game. Who’s the unlucky lady?”

Oscar was puzzled until he glanced down at his chest. Oh. How could he have forgotten?

It was nothing new for Oscar to show up with matted hair and a fresh hickey or two, but this was something else. Bites and scratches mapped his entire torso — chest, biceps, hips, back. A particularly concentrated smattering of bruises trailed down his stomach before disappearing into his trousers.

“Whoever she is, she clearly doesn’t like you very much.” Lando said when Oscar gave no reply.

Oscar crossed his arms defensively. “Ha. They’re from... working out.”

“Oh? Your personal trainer has resorted to fighting with teeth and fingernails, has he? And is that… rope burn?”

Oscar swiftly moved his arms from in front of his chest to behind his back, concealing the raw flesh of his wrists. Lando tried to exchange a bewildered look with Carlos, but he had wandered off to god knows where — thankfully, Oscar thought. The Spaniard was dating Pedro's friend after all. Oscar watched him for a moment, wondering if he was listening in.

“Well, out with it.” Lando said.

Oscar's eyes snapped back to him. “Out with what?”

“Who’s the girl? I will no doubt be picking up the pieces of… whatever’s going on, so I’d like to know what I’m up against.”

“There is no girl. I told you.”

“And you actually expect me to believe that?”

Oscar shrugged, a gesture that suggested defeat rather than denial. “It’s the truth. Take it or leave it.”

Lando chewed on this for a moment. Oscar, meanwhile, put his shirt back on, embarrassment far outweighing his desire to feel comfortable.

“It’s not like you to be so private about your weekly fuck-buddies.” Lando said eventually, the choice of weekly almost making Oscar laugh, it'd been the same fuck-buddy — boyfriend — for years now. “Someone special?”

“Just leave me alone, Lan.”

Lando turned to Carlos who was still jabbing at nothing in particular. “Surely he’s spoken to you about this. Help me out here.”

Carlos paused, failing to conceal a sigh. “I don’t concern myself with where Oacar puts his dick, and neither should you.” he said, Oscar practically falling to his knees to thank him for not tellinh. “This is the gym, not the drivers room. Either pick a machine or take your gossip elsewhere.”

Said gossip made its way around the garages at record speed. It had been a while since they’d had anything to talk about but racing, so Oscar's masochistic exploits were a welcome distraction. By late evening, even the team principles were whispering about it. Oscar fielded question after question. Who was she? Did it hurt? Could they see?

Carlos, too, got his fair share of grilling. As Oscar's — strangely enough — closest friend, it was assumed that he’d be clued in on whatever debauchery Oscar had stumbled into. He responded with typical hostility before finally escaping to his room, Oscar managing to do the same.

Hours passed without incident. Pedro lounged aimlessly in the hotel he'd booked for the week. He was just about to flick the lights off and go to bed when there was a faint rap at the door.

He opened the door only a crack. “What do you want, Osc?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” Oscar said, leaning against the doorframe, Pedro adoring having the need to look up to meet the Australian's eyes.

“It’s late.”

“Does that mean you’re not gonna let me in?”

“Give me one good reason why I should.”

“I’ll give you two.”

Oscar bent down and kissed Pedro twice, once on each corner of his downturned mouth. The kisses were swift, but Pedro chastised him anyway, peering out into the halls to check the coast was clear, they'd managed to go almost three years without being caught and he wasnt taking any chances.

“Come on,” Oscar said, inching forward, “everyone else is in bed. Just let me in. I wanna have some fun” He whined, bottom lip jutting out as Pedro sighed.

Pedro relented and moved out of the way, sitting down at the desk with his laptop opened as the door clicked shut. Oscar shrugged his jacket off and idled in the entryway. “Y’know, you don’t half make my life difficult.” he said.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning everyone has been harassing me all day about some imaginary girl,” Oscar said, pulling his collar to one side to expose his bitten shoulder, “because of you.”

“It isn’t my fault you can’t seem to keep your shirt on.” So, Carlos had either told Jorge about it — who obviously told Pedro — or word had truly gotten to everyone.

Pedro clicked through his tabs, hardly glancing in Oscar's direction. Eventually, this denial of attention had its desired effect and Oscar stomped over to slam the computer shut. Pedro stood up, a smirk replacing his disinterested frown.

“It’s not funny,” Oscar said, still pouting, “it’s embarrassing. How would you like it if I did it to you?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

A moment passed before Oscar tried anything. He danced his finger-tips up Pedro's arm in an attempt at distraction. When he ducked towards Pedro's neck, he was quick, but Pedro was quicker. A hand came to his throat, keeping him at a distance. Pedro pushed against this force, earning a firm squeeze on either side of his neck.

There were countless opportunities for Oscar to fight back. He could have wrestled Pedro to the floor quite easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead, he invited the familiar dizziness in and welcomed new contusions to his growing collection. Pedro ran his tongue over his canines as he watched Oscar turn pink. “Oh, Osc,” he began, softening his grip to allow a breath, “what am I going to do with you?”

Oscar didn’t try to speak. He communicated in slow blinks and stuttering inhales. Pedro squeezed again, harder this time. “I’m sorry you find it so embarrassing, but if you weren’t such a slut, I wouldn’t have to mark my territory. You understand that, right?”

Oscat nodded vaguely. Pedro demonstrated remarkable control over his own strength for someone capable of killing with a single blow. His nails — overdue a trim — were leaving crescent shaped grooves on Oscar's skin. How did he learn this skill, Oscar wondered, of inflicting the perfect amount of pain?

Pedro used his free hand to open Oscar's shirt. Oscar's heartbeat quickened with every button. “Of course,” Pedro continued, running his finger over old bruises, “if you don’t like it, I can always find another way to make you behave. Maybe I should leave you tied to my bed all day, hm? Is that what you want?”

A strained whimper escaped Oscar's lips which made Pedro grin like a hungry shark. He released Oscar's throat and replaced his fingers with his teeth. “It’s not easy for me either,” he whispered between nips of flesh, “having people ask me if I know what girl did this to you. I don’t like hearing people talk about my boy as if he belongs to someone else.”

“ ’m sorry.” Oscar uttered. He inhaled sharply as Pedro grazed his earlobe.

“Oh yeah?” Pedro said, grasping Oscar by the chin. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

Obedient as a dog, Oscar dropped to the rug. Pedro took his time removing his trousers, savouring the sight of Oscar waiting patiently beneath him. Once Pedro's legs were bare, Oscar trailed kisses from ankle to knee then explored either thigh with his tongue. Pedro held him by the hair, yanking it back when Oscar failed to meet his eye. He traced the boundary of Oscar's lips with two fingers, and Oscar was all too willing to open up for him. “That’s it,” Pedro said, pushing past his teeth, “show me how much you want it.”

Once Oscar was good and desperate, sucking Pedro's fingers like he wanted to strip the flesh off the bone, Pedro pulled away. A web of saliva trailed after him which he then wiped off on Oscar's cheek. He stepped back to lean against the nearest wall, motioning for Oscar to crawl after. Upon arrival, Oscar treated Pedro's stomach to feathery kisses while dragging his underwear down. Pedro's smile glinted wickedly in the dim light. He was half-hard, still in need of a little encouragement. Oacar wrapped one hand around his shaft and teased the tip with his tongue. Only when Pedro was achingly hard did he progress from teasing to sucking.

Pedro hated to admit that Oscar was good at giving head, but he was. Maddeningly so. Good enough to make Pedro wonder how many cocks he’d had to suck to master the craft. He’d deal with his jealousy later. For now, he was too busy biting back his moans.

Not only was Oscar good at sucking dick — he also managed to look good doing it. His eye-contact never faltered, pupils blown and eyelashes fluttering. He took inch by excruciating inch with tearful gratitude, his own cock dribbling precum in his pants. He made gorgeous, gluttonous little sounds every time Pedro struck his soft palette. It took all of Pedro's restraint not to buck forward and take control, but no. Oscar had to earn it this time.

Oscar anchored himself with hands on the backs of Pedro's thighs and, pulling forward, throated his entire length. This earned him a rare, unrestrained groan from above, and another firm tug on his hair.

“Such a good slut for me.” Pedro choked out, clawing at Oscar's scalp. “I’m already so close.”

Oscar's tongue struck a particularly sensitive spot and Pedro jolted, triggering Oscar's gag reflex. The sound of it — a fragile, ragged gargle — crumbled the last of Pedro's resolve. He wrenched out of Oscar's mouth, desperate to prolong matters a little bit longer.

“I want to come on that pretty face of yours,” Pedro growled, pinching Oscar's cheek, “do you want that?”

“Yes,” Oscar answered hoarsely, “I wan' it so badly.”

Oscar grasped Pedro's shaft again, remnants of saliva assisting his slow strokes. Pedro bit his lip, hardly able to handle even the gentlest of touches. “You’re mine, Oscar.” he uttered, trembling. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Pedro.”

“Again,”

“ ’m yours. I belong to you.”

With those words, Pedro came undone. His knees buckled. He clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the tide of expletives. Oscar had, as instructed, directed every drop of cum to his face. His tongue darted to taste what he could reach, the rest dripping from his cheeks to his neck.

“Get up,” Pedro instructed weakly, “let me look at you.”

Pedro was not nearly as authoritative in his shaky, post-coital state, but Oscar complied anyway. Once they were both standing, Pedro studied his handiwork for a moment. Satisfied, he pulled Oscar close, smothering his chest in buttery kisses. “I love you.” he said.

“I love you too.” Oscar answered, wrapping his arms around Pedro's waist. Then, taking advantage of the afterglow exhaustion, he sank his teeth into Pedro's neck.

“Hey!” Pedro yelped, jolting back. “What the fuck?”

Oscar winked. “Good luck explaining that one tomorrow.”

Suddenly reinvigorated, Pedro shoved Oscar towards the bed. “Just for that, I’m taking you for round two.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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