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George can’t really remember when he first noticed it. It’s not a big deal, this hollow feeling he sometimes gets. It’s deep in his chest though and it does make him wince and want to whine. But he can handle it, it’s just one of those weird things, like how Alex won’t eat raw carrots and Lando can't really hop on his left leg. Anyway, he spends time with them, or with Max and Daniel, and Charles and Pierre, and the feeling goes away.
Anyway, there’s too much else to focus on. Like getting his car into Q2 as often as possible and beating Lando and Alex at FIFA. Max and Daniel join in too, though they definitely distract each other and have to be banned until they can get their totally minds on the game and their hands off each other. When George thinks about Lewis, his virtual car crashes.
Sometimes when he lies in bed, thinking about Lewis’s smile and wanting to be nuzzling close to the gorgeous caring alpha, the hollow in George’s chest aches.
It’s fine though. He piles up with Alex and Lando, they shove and wrestle and they tease him about being single but they tuck him close and Lando makes great nests. Alex has big enough arms to cradle them both. The others join them sometimes and that’s when George feels a lot less hollow.
He can’t understand it really. Williams are really pleased with him and he gets on well with his teammate and he’s got good friends on the grid that he loves spending time with. It’s not like he’s not enjoying life. He’s working in a sport where he’s respected and complemented, with it all being couched in ‘despite being an omega.’ It really is mostly good though, except for the hollowness.
Roscoe usually finds him at the track. He bumps his head against George’s fingers, wanting to be petted and loved. George strokes him and whispers in his ear,
“You’ve definitely got the right idea.”
Roscoe never stays for long, he’s got lots of people to see. But he always makes time for George. George cuddles him and watches him as he bounds away.
Everything gets really crazy when Williams is sold. George doesn’t have to worry, his contract is secure. But everyone else is worried and it’s a lot to be surrounded by. George can handle the media stuff, he actually enjoys it and the weird stuff he ends up doing on camera. That’s definitely one of the fun parts of the job outside of the car. But there’s people worrying about their jobs and how much things are going to change and George’s friends…they’re really busy.
Lando and Alex recently got together and are totally gonna end up as mates before the end of the season. They’re really good about saying when they want time alone and that’s a lot of time right now, and Pierre’s really in demand after his amazing win and Charles is demanding his mate’s time because Ferrari is whistling downwards, and Max and Daniel are always preoccupied with each other and with all the stuff going on with their teams, old and new in Daniel’s case. So George feels a bit more hollow than usual, he can’t stop his rubbing fingers over his chest. He wants to stare at Lewis more too and nest in the alpha’s arms. But Lewis is friendly to everyone, answering questions and having a chat. George doesn’t want to presume anything or make Lewis uncomfortable. He starts wearing scent-blockers even when it’s not a race day.
He has trouble sleeping, so he stops nesting with his friends. He doesn’t want them to stop sleeping too. That’s not fair. He dreams about being in someone’s arms, and feeling warm and whole.
The racing is still going well. He smiles on camera and tries not to touch his chest. He makes sure he smiles whenever he feels people staring. There’s people dealing with a lot worse than a bit of bad sleep and a weird feeling in the chest. He’s not going to complain.
He starts going for walks at night, when he really can’t sleep. He really enjoys it; walking in the dark around motorhomes, the sparse lighting bouncing off the vehicles's shiny surfaces. The air smells clearer, though there’s still the smell of petrol and he can hear people laughing. His chest aches but he smiles and keeps walking. He likes how his breath looks in the cool air.
He has to sit down sometimes, because the ache is too much. He finds different places to settle down, stretching his legs out in front of him or crossing them underneath him. He sits and stares up at the sky and makes new patterns out of the stars, giving them names to remember in the morning. Usually, after a walk, he can settle into something like sleep and he feels even a bit rested in the morning.
The ache never goes far though. In fact, it’s pretty permanent now.
“You in there, George?” Lando asks, laughing when George takes a moment to focus and answer a question.
“Yeah, sorry, didn’t sleep much last night.”
Lando pats him on the back and George bites down on a whine. That’s new. He probably needs to sleep more. He knocks elbows with Alex and smiles at Lando sitting between Alex’s legs, looking adoringly at his alpha, right before mocking him. George is really glad his friends are so happy, he joins in with the mocking too of course and makes sure to leave when it looks like Lando is going to start stripping Alex’s t-shirt off.
George walks around the circuit that night. His hands are freezing cold, balled up in his hoodie’s pockets. He thinks he can hear Roscoe barking somewhere, he grins and thinks about how soft Roscoe’s fur always is and how Lewis always properly grins around his dog. Lewis deserves to be that happy. George chooses a new constellation and names it Roscoe. There’s not a star bright enough to name after Lewis.
Aleix looks at him funny one day, “How’re you sleeping, George?”
“Not great,” George admits, focusing on the weights he’s lifting. “But it’s enough, you know?”
Aleix cocks his head and breathes in George’s scent but doesn’t ask anything more. He doesn’t have to worry about George.
George races and does interviews. He tells his friends he’ll see them later, he’s seeing someone else. He knows Alex and Lando want to be together, and so do Max and Daniel, and Pierre and Charles. He’s happy for them. He smiles and his chest aches. He walks in the cold darkness.
He sits down, beside his motorhome and leans back against it in the shadows. He’ll go inside in a minute. He will, when he can get up again.
“George. George!”
The voice is an alpha demanding attention but it’s the hand on George’s shoulder that gets the omega’s attention. George’s eyes snap open, but he’s not in bed. He’s still outside. That’s never happened before. Kimi is crouched down beside him, his serious eyes are intent on George’s face and his hand is warm and firm on George’s shoulder. George sighs, his mouth is dry, and he whimpers, apologising immediately. Kimi’s got a mate to get back to.
“Sorry, I’ll get out of your way.”
Kimi shakes his head and someone sits down next to George. Oh, it’s Sebastian. The older omega smiles gently, looking at George carefully and pressing his shoulder against George. George blinks very slowly,
“Hi,” he manages with a smile. “Are you all right? It’s late.”
Sebastian’s face pinches with concern and he exchanges a long look with Kimi. George doesn’t want to worry anyone, really. He just needs to get back into his motorhome and they can get back to each other. He feels like he hasn't seen the stars enough tonight though.
“George, how long have you been out here?” Sebastian asks.
“Not long, night walks help me sleep,” George replies, savouring their lingering touches. He’s aching a bit less, he’s forgotten how good that feels. “It’s worked well tonight, sorry. I’ll get inside before it wears off.”
Kimi rumbles a comforting noise and palms George’s face. It’s unexpected and George whimpers loudly. When he starts to apologise, Kimi interrupts, “Don’t apologise for what is your right. I haven’t seen you in the pack motorhome.”
George frowns, is he still dreaming? Because this doesn’t make any sense. He needs to start looking for constellations. “Pack?”
Kimi stares at him and George starts to worry he’s upset the powerful older alpha. But Sebastian talks instead of his mate, “I’m going to put my arm around you, George, okay?”
George’s eyes light up and he nods, “Yeah, of course. I mean, I don’t want to cut into your evening together though.”
Sebastian makes a worried noise and wraps an arm around George’s shoulders, tugging George against him so that George is pretty much sprawled against his chest, face almost pressed to his neck. George shudders, the hollow inside of him feels less gaping. He nuzzles softly against Sebastian, hoping that’s okay, and Sebastian strokes a hand down George’s arm, murmuring comforting welcoming noises. George feels warm and sort of fuzzy.
“Now, the grid pack, what do you know about it?” Sebastian asks quietly.
George shakes his head, the words falling easily from him, “What grid pack?”
Everyone forms their own little packs in F2, really. It’s free-flowing and comfortable and it’s the same in F1.
“Before you first came to race in F1, no one told you about the drivers pack?” Kimi asks, sounding disbelieving and not happy about it.
But his hand stays pressed to George’s cheek and it feels so good there. All George can do is shake his head. Kimi swears in what George guesses must be Finnish but Sebastian looks very thoughtful, eyes slightly narrowed.
“When you were preparing for F1, who briefed you about the paddock?” he asks carefully.
“Williams,” George answers immediately. “The guys at Mercedes answered my questions too.”
Sebastian nods, “The pack slipped through between them then, Williams maybe assumed that as Mercedes manages you they would explain about the pack as it is a personal matter. Mercedes would assume Williams would tell you because you work for them.”
Kimi doesn’t smell less angry as his thumb brushes George’s throat and comes away sticky, “You’re wearing scent-blocker this late?”
George nods, there’s always the chance he’ll run into someone, even at this hour, “Mmm, don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
Kimi growls and George instinctively presses closer to Sebastian. He hates upsetting alphas, especially ones he admires like Kimi. But Kimi strokes his hair gently and sits on the cold ground to press close to George’s free side.
“We’ve let you down, pup,” he murmurs, nosing at George’s temple.
George tries to protest but Valtteri arrives then, easily taking a seat in front of them and touching his friends lightly before settling a comfortable unquestioning hand on George’s arm. His smile is gentle and warm, like it always is, and George reaches for his hand. Valtteri is always considerate, he always asks George how he is and sounds like he really wants to know the answer. George is gonna make the most of this while it lasts, all the kind lingering touches, especially if he dreams about it tonight. He dreams enough about warm loving arms around him already.
Kimi and Valtteri talk in Finnish then and George sort of drifts, nuzzling close to Sebastian who smiles and makes comforting noises, kissing George’s forehead. George actually feels tired, like he could actually sleep really well now, wow.
“You’ve very cold,” Valtteri tells George suddenly, concern in his voice.
“Oh, it’s only because I’m outside,” George reassures him.
But Sebastian shakes his head, “Let’s get you in with the pack.”
“I don’t want to get in the way,” George protests quietly as he’s helped to his feet. “All the meetings, you don’t get time-.”
“Pack time is important too,” Kimi tells him firmly.
George wants to protest again, because he’s fine, really. He’s used to this, but Kimi is really serious and the hollow in George’s chest does feel better. He’s enjoying having the other drivers so close. They stay close as he tries to walk with them but his legs are wobbling now and Kimi makes a decision to pick George up. George is startled into a faint half-yell and looks at Sebastian and Valtteri but they’re looking reassuring. Sebastian doesn’t look even slightly upset that his mate is carrying George. George needs to work out which star to follow.
Valtteri sweeps a gentle hand across George’s forehead, smoothing through his hair, “It’s okay, his arms are strong enough for Seb.”
He’s smiling like he’s sharing a joke, Sebastian is laughing, shaking his head and keeping hold of George’s arm. George smiles back. Kimi is very strong and it does feel extremely good to be cradled by an alpha. George can’t really say when he last had something like this. It’s always Lewis in his dreams.
“Rest, pup,” Kimi tells him.
He nods for George to rest against his chest, George tucks his head under Kimi’s chin. He can hear the alpha’s strong pulse. Kimi smells like petrol of course and maybe beer as well and mint. It’s a reminder that George has interrupted the alpha’s evening with Sebastian, and whatever Valtteri was doing, he usually spends a lot of time around Racing Point. And George interrupted them all. That’s pretty embarrassing.
He’s part of F1 and he feels like he’s doing well usually, except for tonight. He’d been coping fine. He just needs to get inside.
“You’re not with Lando and Alex?” Sebastian asks conversationally. “I thought you nest with them.”
“Mmm, I did. But they need time together,” George replies drowsily. “Lando and Alex are dating, and Pierre and Charles, and Max and Daniel. They need each other…”
He thinks he can hear Sebastian reply but the dark swims around him and George drifts miraculously to sleep. He dreams about lying next to Lewis, Lewis’s smile, and his hands. George smiles back and snuggles closer, feeling Lewis’s lips against his cheek.
There’s voices eventually and they start to make sense.
“We always invite him to hang out!”
“You didn’t notice he was wearing scent-blockers, outside the track?”
“...What?”
“He said he didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
George blinks and winces at the brighter lights. He’s lying on blankets and pillows, oh, someone’s made a nest for him. His coat, jacket and shoes have been removed, and Sebastian and Valtteri are cuddled up around him, blocking him off from everyone else. Valtteri squeezes him gently and noses his cheek.
“Is this okay? I can leave?”
George shakes his head. Valtteri is a different kind of alpha to Kimi, and while Kimi is mated and Valtteri isn’t, neither of them ever make George feel uncomfortable. And George has seen the way Valtteri watches Lance, it’s really sweet. Valtteri is soft and safe as well as strong and George is totally happy to curl up in his arms right now.
“You can stay,” he says quickly, nuzzling back. “Thank you, I’m sorry I-.”
Sebastian tuts from in front of him, “You’re doing it again. No apologies, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want it. It’s pack.”
Pack. George glances around now. He’s in a motorhome, it’s quite busy. Lando and Alex are sitting on a sofa where Kimi is talking to them. George thinks he can hear Kevin and Nico in the kitchen maybe and Pierre and Charles are talking in French somewhere out of sight. George takes a deep breath; his chest is still hollow but it’s a lot lighter too. Lighter and stronger. He can’t remember when he last felt like this, maybe at the beginning of his F1 career when he was spending more time with Alex and Lando?
There’s a crinkling noise and Sebastian says quietly, “We’re going to remove the scent-blocker, okay? We need to check you are completely okay.”
George frowns, he can’t remember the last time he went without scent-blocker. What if Lewis walks in? George really doesn’t want to embarrass him. But he doesn’t want everyone worrying about him either and they’ve all been really kind and close. So he nods and Sebastian uses wet wipes to gently but thoroughly clean George’s scent gland free of blocker. He kisses George’s cheek after.
“Thank you,” he tells George seriously. “And remember, you’re not ruining anyone’s night. Try not to feel guilty.”
George’s scent is obviously giving him away, so he hides his face against Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian and Valtteri make soothing noises and nuzzle him and George concentrates on how amazingly good it feels to nest with other people and how rested he feels already after what must have been a power nap.
“You can sleep here tonight,” Sebastian tells him. “We all do, off and on throughout the season. It’s not mandatory or daily, but it helps to keep in touch with each other.”
George can smell traces of all the other drivers and nods. He thinks he might actually sleep properly here and the hollowness in his chest might keep feeling lighter. He wonders how he’ll drive after nights like this. He really needs to name a constellation after Sebastian.
“George.”
Lando’s approaching the nest. He looks really sorry, his eyes big and concerned. George shakes his head, he hates when Lando gets upset and the omega really doesn’t need to.
He reaches out a hand. “It’s okay, Lando.”
Lando clutches his hand, “You’re always welcome to come see us! Knock down the door if you need to.”
“Don’t do that,” Alex calls from a little over his boyfriend’s shoulder.
He’s wearing a sad sort of smile and George hates that too. He tugs Lando close so their heads rest together and he feels Lando’s breath. It’s really good to have one of his best friends close again, he closes his eyes and drinks Lando in. He’s missed them both.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know about the pack,” Lando murmurs, whining in distress. “It’s literally the most important thing!”
George shakes his head, bumping his forehead against Lando’s, “You and Alex are important too. You need time together when you can get it.”
Lando snorts, “And when we need it, we say. It’s not like we’re using a secret code! Though that would be awesome. Kimi, can we have a secret pack code?”
“No.”
George can’t stop smiling. He’s really missed Lando. “We could have a code for the paddock and hand signals!”
“Yes!”
“No,” Kimi repeats.
He’s watching over them now and crouches down to gently run the back of his hand across George’s neck and cheek, scent-marking the omega. George closes his eyes for a moment, he’s part of a pack. It’s a pack that’s been waiting for him and he didn’t even realise. He feels so light he could float.
“I’m sorry we didn’t get you here before,” Kimi tells him. “You have smelled so much of Lando and Alex and the other pups and you were always with them. It was easy to assume you were integrated even when we did not see you here, it’s happened before to other drivers.”
It’s the most George thinks he’s ever heard Kimi speak. The Finn doesn’t look uncomfortable but he doesn’t look or smell happy. Lando whines apologetically and George tries to pull him closer. It’s difficult when neither Valtteri or Sebastian are moving to make space.
“I will talk with Williams and Mercedes,” Kimi says, ignoring Lando for now. “This cannot happen again.”
“It’s not Lando’s fault, or Alex or anyone,” George says quickly, feeling more awake now. “I didn’t say anything, I was handling it with everything else so I didn’t see why I should trouble anyone.”
Kimi’s expression softens and he strokes George’s face again. George leans into the touch, Kimi’s the pack alpha, he realises suddenly, oh, that makes so much sense.
“Of course you should have made trouble,” the alpha says, matter-of-fact, like it’s so obviously true. “You will spend more time with your friends now or come here? You should not be cold and wandering.”
George glances round the room quickly. He’s a bit excited he gets to be part of this - a cosy pack home on the road, whenever he’s missing touch or feeling hollow. He nods eagerly.
“I’d really like that.”
Kimi looks satisfied and turns his cooling gaze to Lando. But George keeps Lando close, none of the others should be blamed, really. George didn’t realise where he should be and they didn’t know he didn’t know. They had other important focuses. It was a total mess. Kimi shakes his head but lets Lando nuzzle his hand, the omega cooing gratefully.
Sebastian shifts over to make some space, “Come on in, pup.”
Lando’s smile is bright and he tumbles into the nest quickly, cuddling George and whispering apologies with “You’re going to accept them, or I’ll give them to you in code!”
George laughs, as Alex moves closer to get a hug and to get into the nest too. It’s so good for George to smell his scent mixed with his best friends’s again. He smiles happily, he’s going to sleep tonight, he really thinks he can. Wow.
He’s still smiling when the motorhome door opens and Lewis walks in. George flushes and hides his face against Alex’s neck. He’s usually got his reactions under control but it’s been a long strange evening and he wasn’t expecting to see Lewis now, when he feels pretty tender. And he’s not wearing his scent-blocker, shit.
“We can tell Lewis to leave if that will help,” Sebastian tells him quietly, his way-too-perceptive gaze fixed on George.
George immediately shakes his head, there’s no way Lewis should be kicked out of the pack for the night because of George. He’s sure his feelings are shouting in his scent right now and his face is hot against Alex.
“Ah,” says Alex realising, and rubbing George’s back. “It’s okay. He’s used to people smelling like that around him.”
“I’m supposed to be a professional,” George mutters.
“And you don’t want to make him uncomfortable,” Sebastian sounds like he’s putting it all together, his hand kneading George’s shoulder. “He won’t be, I promise.”
George sneaks a peek away from Alex, Lewis is gazing at him with warm affectionate eyes. George’s heart does something very obvious but Lewis doesn’t look uncomfortable or grossed out. He still looks affectionate. Okay.
“It’s always Lewis,” Valtteri murmurs, laying the resignation on playfully thick.
Lando jumps on that immediately, swarming past George and Alex to attach himself to Valtteri with a teasingly lovesick smile that makes George snort and Alex laugh. Valtteri smiles too and wraps an arm around the little omega, scent-marking him with a nuzzle.
“I mean, if driving the fastest car on the grid and trying to court the son of a Canadian millionaire still isn’t enough for you...” sighs Lando teasingly.
It gets him pinched sides until he yelps apologies and shoves an arm at Alex, “You’re supposed to protect me!”
“I thought you were talking in code.”
Lewis is still watching George, warm and invitingly affectionate. George swallows but shakes his head. He really wants to go and curl up with Lewis, like in so many of his dreams. But this feels like a dream too. He needs to sleep and see if the morning’s real.
“Tomorrow, please?” he says quietly, knowing Lewis’s alpha hearing will pick it up from across the room.
Lewis’s smile broadens and gets warmer somehow but he nods and talks quietly to Kimi until he gets a nod from the pack alpha. Then Lewis heads to the nest, running loose friendly fingers across the shoulder or arm of everyone there. It feels like he lingers on George, for, like, a moment more. George sighs and Lewis heads into another room in the motorhome, wearing a pleased smile.
Alex nudges George gently, “He’s definitely not uncomfortable.”
George nudges back and Kimi joins them all then in the nest, turning the lights out. George can hear conversation in other rooms but no one else comes into the lounge. Lewis is here and he doesn’t mind George’s obvious scent. He apparently wants to spend time with George. George is happy and...and he hasn’t thought about the hollow part of his chest for ages. It’s so quiet now. He lays a hand over his own chest, then a couple of other hands land there too. Oh.
George snuggles into the pile, everyone is touching him and he’s warm and he can feel himself drifting again. He can sleep.
In his dreams, he’s under the stars, wrapped up in someone’s arms. Sometimes, it’s Lewis, sometimes it’s a pack pile. It always feels wonderful.
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George wakes because he can smell breakfast. Wait, it’s breakfast. He’s slept through the night. He’s suddenly very awake. He opens his eyes and remembers just in time not to spring out of the pile and wake everyone up. He’s surrounded by warm pack members, they’re there because they want to be close to him and help him sleep. He touches his chest in wonder; the hollowness is so faint now.
George smiles warmly at the nest and wow, he slept in his clothes. Amazingly, he doesn’t feel too disgusting. Lando is snoring, which makes George laugh quietly. Lando’s squeezed happily between Valtteri and Alex, it’s really adorable. George very carefully untangles himself. When Sebastian starts to wake up, George nods towards where he guesses the kitchen is,
“Breakfast.”
Sebastian nods, “Make sure there is lots of coffee.”
Then he looks more clear-eyed at George, “You slept well?”
George grins and leans in to nuzzle Sebastian, “Thank you.”
Sebastian smiles, “It’s your right, remember that.”
George nods, he’s definitely not going to forget it. He gets to his feet then, before anyone else gets woken up, and heads for where the kitchen has to be, wiping sleep out of his eyes. He’s almost there, when he runs into Lewis, the alpha is sweat-damp and dressed like he’s just come from a run. He’s glistening and gorgeous. He smiles with dark warm eyes at George.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” George breathes. “Can we-?”
“I’m going to shower,” Lewis tells him. “There’s a bag of clothes for you out there by the nest, how about we both get dressed, I’ll get you breakfast and we’ll meet out front?”
Was there a bag? But George nods, that sounds amazing and scary but Lewis wants to talk to him. Lewis presses a hand to George’s shoulder and briefly touches his knuckles to George’s jaw. George’s breath stutters and Lewis smiles gently, lovingly? Maybe George still has sleep in his eyes. Or he needs to break Lewis’s code.
Lewis slips into the bathroom so George takes a quick look in the lounge. Yeah, one of his holdalls is there. There’s a note from Aleix tucked around the handle, explaining that Kimi asked for an overnight bag for George for the pack motorhome. It’s all the stuff George would actually use so he takes advantage of the silent sleeping room and changes out of yesterday’s clothes and into soft joggers and a retro Williams t-shirt. There’s nothing he can really do about his hair. He’s still running his fingers through it when Lewis reappears, looking casually amazing in black and white.
He’s also carrying two plates overflowing with breakfast. He hands the obviously-not-vegan one to George and nods towards the outside door. Yeah, good idea. George opens it and steps out, glancing back to catch sight of Kimi’s glimmering gaze and slight nod. He probably heard everything but he didn’t stop this happening. Whatever this is.
Outside, it’s cold and the sky is blushing pink through grey. It’s all quiet and beautiful. George is used to being out at night. He’s now got a lot more constellations to make and name.
Lewis nods to the steps up into the motorhome to sit on. George sits, Lewis takes the step above him, his legs gently bracketing the omega. That’s a pretty clear and obvious sign. George bites his lip and tucks into the breakfast. God, it’s amazing.
“Nico makes a great breakfast,” Lewis says in agreement.
They stay quiet after that until they’ve finished eating and Lewis sets the plates down out the way on the ground. He rearranges them both so that George is still sitting between his knees but is half facing him. It's perfect, George basically feels surrounded by Lewis. The alpha spreads his fingers across George’s cheek, his touch is so warm on George’s cool morning skin. George wants to kiss his palm and nuzzle in. But he stays still, he’s missed out on enough by not reading signs properly, or by not breaking the not-real pack code.
“You look so much better,” Lewis tells him with that warm look again.
George nods, “I want to see how I race now.”
Lewis grins, his fingers brushing down George’s cheek and away, “Yeah, you’re gonna shock your team I think. The media’s gonna be all over you too.”
George rolls his eyes, yeah, they weren’t hearing about this, “I’ll say it’s a seasonal progress thing or whatever.”
It’s right on the tip of his tongue to claim that whatever’s strong in his scent towards Lewis is the same - something he can explain away. But just like he doesn’t want to lose the pack’s touch now, he doesn’t want to lose Lewis’s. If it’s his to lose? His heart does that embarrassing jump again, it’s so much better than the hollowness though. George closes his eyes just to enjoy that, what a difference it makes to feel whole in there, and takes a deep breath.
When he opens his eyes, Lewis is looking at him affectionately again, “It’s been a lot for you since last night.”
So he knows about George’s pack blind spot and he doesn’t look like he’s laughing. George nods and Lewis gently takes hold of one of George’s hands and brushes his lips against the knuckles, “So is this too much right now?”
George’s heartbeat rockets but he shakes his head instantly, words spilling out, “It’s not enough.”
Lewis smiles and kisses George’s hand again, then leans down to kiss George’s cheek and mouth, light but tender. It’s almost exactly how George feels inside right now. His breath feels like it’s gone, in a good way, and he’s really leaning on Lewis for support. Lewis takes his weight easily, kissing him again.
He tastes of buttered toast and cold morning. George keens and Lewis licks into his mouth to taste the sound. George holds onto the alpha, he feels ache-free and so light he could drift away, full of starlight.