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“You’re ok with this?” Max asks shyly, pulling his lips back from the alpha’s face. Fernando smiles at him.
“When I said 17 was just a number, I meant it, Max.”
Max feels a burst of affection for his childhood hero. He had been 16 when his drive with Toro Rosso was announced. He tried not to read the negative comments but they were everywhere. ‘Nando was one of the only ones who defended him before he even drove in FP1 in Suzuka. “ Some people are ready at 17,” Nando had said in an interview, “it is just one number on your passport, the age.” Max remembers it well.
It had taken lots of courage for Max to ask the alpha whether he wanted to celebrate his first points in Formula 1 with him. The alpha had surprised him by slipping him a keycard in response.
And here he is. Straddling Nando’s lap, kissing him, grinding down on Nando’s obviously hard dick, wanting more friction, wanting more.
“Let me make you feel good, Max.” Nando says, mouthing at his neck. “You deserve it. Youngest points scorer in history. Don’t be shy.” Max purrs at the praise.
Nando flips him onto his back on the bed, tugging his shorts down. At Max’s scrunched up face, Nando clarifies. “Just my mouth. Nothing more. You’ll still be a virgin. No one can tell.”
“Alright,” Max breathes. He needs more. He jumps slightly at Nando’s breath on his exposed thighs, blushing red all over at someone else looking at him.
“What a pretty pussy,” Nando praises, before leaning in and licking and sucking and Max sees stars. Max jumps again when something, a finger, presses into him and wow that feels different from when Max tried it himself. “Relax, it’s just one finger. It’ll feel good.”
And it does. It really does. Max is moaning so loudly, it’s lucky they’re in Nando’s hotel room and not his driver’s room. His thighs are so sticky. It’s slick, it’s spit, it’s sweat, Max doesn’t know.
Then Nando pulls away and Max whines at the loss. But the alpha only left him to crawl up his body between his thighs and kiss him and Max loves the weight above him like this. Rubbing on Nando’s thigh to get the friction he needed. Wait, when did Nando lose his pants?
Nando chuckles at his wide eyes, takes his hand in his, guides his hand down and Max flushes red. Wow, it's big. Even through Nando’s boxers.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” the alpha grins down at him.
“You know I don’t want to do that today.” Max says shyly, repeating his words from earlier just for good measure. “Maybe I could help… with my hand instead?” Even suggesting that makes Max blush.
“Let me show you just one last thing, ok?”
Max nods, trusting. So far everything has felt good, discrete. Not permanent, nothing that cannot be taken back.
“Turn around then, on your front, it’s going to be easier like that.” Max complies, rolling onto his elbows. And feels a hefty weight on his thighs, skin on skin. He cranes his neck behind him, startling again. Yup, Nando pushed down his boxers.
Max shivers. The barrier of Nando’s boxers had provided a weird comfort that Max didn’t know he needed to feel secure. Without it, he’s vulnerable like this.
“No sex.” He repeats, just to be safe, just to reassure himself, just to remind the alpha. “I need to leave this room a virgin.”
“Relax babe. I just want to feel you.” The slide of Nando’s cock between his thighs, against his lips feels amazing. “See? This feels good too, right?” And Max has to admit that yes it does. Max’s legs fall apart, hips raised and ass canted backwards to chase more of that feeling. Nando obliges, rubbing his cockhead more deliberately, more firmly against him. Max moans, desire causing more slick to gush out.
“Let me put it in, just a little bit Max. Want to feel you.” Nando breathes into Max's ear, stopping to press the head of his cock against Max's hole, "Just the tip. It doesn’t count.”
"You promise, just the tip and you'll stop?" Max asks, curious about how it might feel.
Nando doesn’t reply, only chuckles. His weight leaves Max as the alpha pushes himself back up, one hand on Max’s hip. A moment of resistance, then Max feels Nando’s cockhead slowly slips past his folds. It’s a strange stretch, like the finger earlier, only more. A lot more. Not entirely unpleasant though. Nando, true to his word, pauses.
“Oh fuck yes, you feel so good Max,” the alpha hisses above him and the omega in Max preens.
Max waits a polite amount of time before asking, feeling a little bit vulnerable held in this position. “Alright, could you pull out now? I liked the rubbing earlier. We could do that.” He tries wriggling forward to get Nando’s cock out of him but firm hands on his hips stop him. Max feels a flare of panic.
“Just give me a while more, Max. You feel so fucking amazing. Here, let me move a little.” And Nando starts with tiny, tiny thrusts, rocking forward into Max. “You might like this more.”
And it’s too little. It’s too much. It feels good and not good, too. Max doesn’t know what he wants. He’s so confused. But it feels like Max is rapidly losing control of this situation. That scares him.
“Don’t move.” Max asks. The stretch burns now. It really isn’t good anymore, Max can’t focus on feeling the earlier wisps of pleasure when he is scared of what might happen next. “Stop, please.”
Nando pulls back and Max sighs in relief that he’s listening. But then he rocks his hips forward, harder. Deliberately. It goes deeper. Max feels lightheaded. This cannot be happening.
Nando was supposed to stop. Nando starts moving again. With each slide in, Max feels himself open up more.
“That’s not the tip anymore,” Max states stupidly. Realisation hits like a truck. It’s real sex. Alonso is fucking him. Something hysterical bubbles within him. How did he get here?
“I couldn’t help it, fuck, Max. You feel too good. You clearly want it. Look, that pussy is begging me to go deeper.”
“No I don’t want this, please. Don’t.” Max reaches behind him to push the alpha away. “Stop.”
“Don’t stop? Your wish is my command, cutie.” And Max cries out as Alonso picks up the pace, his thrusts intensifying.
“No, no, you promised. You promised!” Max cries out and tries one last time to scramble away. But Alonso leans his weight onto the hand on Max’s neck, pressing his face firmly onto the pillow, and squishing the air out of his lungs. He’s trapped.
Knowing the farce is up, Alonso drops all pretenses and finally forces the rest of the way in, burying himself balls deep within him. “Shhh, just relax. You can take it.”
Alonso must be tearing him. Max has to bite his hand so he can focus on literally anything else. It doesn’t work. The pain as the alpha’s cock pistons in and out of him is unbearable. “Please, stop. Please.” He whimpers. His eyes are hot, vision blurry with tears.
“God I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, you have no idea.” And Max wants to throw up at the idea that this was planned .
Alonso sets a brutal pace rutting into him, dragging Max’s hips back. And Max just stops trying to get away and slumps onto the bed. He’s too overwhelmed to fight. It’s too late anyway.
Oh god his father is going to kill him. He’s a bad omega who didn’t save himself for his mate. Max sniffs.
“Jesus, are you crying?” Max hears Alonso say. “You wanted it. Your pussy is so wet. It’s your fault I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s my fault,” Max whispers, just lying there, letting the alpha pound into him. It’s true. He asked to celebrate with Alonso. He showed up at an alpha’s hotel room alone. He kissed the older man. He undressed himself. He got on his hands and knees. What else could have happened?
Max's hopes of this being over soon are dashed, when he feels the stretch get impossibly worse. Alonso’s knot, swelling within him. How could he have forgotten?
“Out, out.” Max yells, thrashing, trying to roll away, truly panicking now, desperately flailing.
“I’m so fucking close. Want feel you clenching around my knot.” Alonso catches his arms in a tight bear hug, shoving him back down into the mattress before coming with a shout, his knot catching in Max and locking them together. The alpha holds him still as he continues fucking shallowly into Max through his orgasm, his face pressed against Max’s neck. It’s claustrophobic. Max just lies there, shell shocked, heart racing.
When he thinks the alpha’s knot has gone down, he yanks himself out of Alonso’s hold. It’s not deflated enough, and pulling off it sends a sharp pain through Max. He needs to get away. He dresses in a daze, uncaring of the mess that is leaking out of him. Slick, cum, blood. Whatever.
He runs out, leaving his childhood behind.