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Do not act like you did not know, they have to be over 18, you know that Ayrton. She did not look 18 did she?” Alain was fuming. He knew what this meant if it came out, Ayrton in prison, no more racing. Ayrton just shook his head, legs dangling off the edge of the table, eyes unfocused as he clenched his right hand around his silver cross. “What are you doing? Praying to God? What is done is done he can’t change that,” Alain continued, pointing his finger at Ayrton. “I did not know, I asked, she said she was old enough, and the consent is under 18,” Ayrton tried, trying to clear his mind and say what was needed. He’d known she was young but not how young, maybe under 18 but- well this was too much.
“Well you saw right! A woman is different from a child? Non?” Alain ignored that last part because Ayrton was not under 18 so it didn’t matter what the consent age was.
Ayrton felt that maybe this wasn’t entitled, what right did Alain have to yell at him. None. She was also not even a minor; she was above the age of consent! “She was young, but not childish,” Ayrton answered, picking his words. “Did she have boobs?” Why would Ayrton tell him that? It was a privacy thing, her body.
She had said ‘yes’ then she made it clear she enjoyed it, so was it really that big of a deal. If she told her parents, would they believe? Ayrton nodded, leaning back a little until his back met the wall. “Barely I suppose,” and that was just- it was so wrong. “You suppose? What, do you want a picture? You're acting like she was 10, she looked old enough, she told me she was. I. Asked.”
“I am only trying to help,” Alain said, speaking in that tone that meant, ‘calm down psycho.’ “How is yelling helping,” Ayrton said back a little quieter. “You don’t seem to understand, you had sex with a child and you saying she lied does not help.”
Ayrton flew up and pushed Alain into the opposite wall in the small conference room where Alain had dragged him into when he’d heard a small ‘birdie’ say that ‘Ayrton Senna was in a relationship with a child.”
This wasn’t true so Alain went to the source, even though that might not have been the smartest.
“ Did she look old enough?” Alain pressed, face close enough to Ayrton he could count his freckles, just chose not too. “Yes, and she felt really good for your information, she told me she liked it,” Ayrton answered. He knew he was digging his own grave but if Alain already knew than fuck it. “You're disgusting,” Alain said, spiteful.
“They’re really flexible at that age too, get them however I want, and they will like it, tell me, ‘Ayrton, Ayrton, speed up Ayrton.” Ayrton continued, pitching his voice to mimic last night. Alain looked truly disgusted, like he didn’t want Ayrton as close as he was. Hands still on Alain’s chest, body close enough so that Alain had to fight if he wanted out. “Do not act disgusted, they are all over 14, legal if I say I’m 18.” “You are not 18,” Alain said, like Ayrton didn’t know.
“No, but if they can lie I can too, if you try it once you will understand, understand how good it feels to have no pubes grazing you, only sensitive nipples and a tight hole.” “Ayrton!” Alain actually felt scandalized. Ayrton was staring down at him and trailed one of his hands down. “None of that, I know you like it. You're aroused,” Ayrton was cupping Alain’s half hard cock. He wasn’t hard because of the… children, he didn’t know why he was really. “I can tell her about you,” Ayrton continued, grinding the palm of his palm into it . “She’d like you.”
“So did you know from the beginning?” Alain asked, strained. Ayrton sighed and shook his head then said, “I didn’t know, I like them young but not that young. Can you keep that a secret?” He retracted his hand, knowing that that particular secret was already out. Ayrton wished he was back, back in bed, having her squirming under his hands, making her feel good. Feeling better than she’s ever had, he wanted to be their first. The ones they would want back everyday. Make them forget how to touch themselves and only yearn after Ayrton’s touch.
They’d ask him, ‘just the tip right?’ But once they’ve gotten to that point they’d be so turned on they just wanted him buried inside them. A thumb over her clit, getting her used to it. It was always best if they weren’t prepared for the next thrust. But with time, Ayrton learned that that made them more sore in the morning to come.
So he always tried to make them relaxed, slow thrusts, letting them relax around him. Watching their eyes roll back when the burn falters on the edge to pleasure. Making them realize it wasn’t just something girls lied about that they liked and instead that penetration could also feel good . All of them were different, some took him in easily, a little demanding even, already knowing what they liked.
Ayrton didn’t like them the best, the inexperienced were definitely better, easier. They were the ones he actually had to finger first, asking if they’d ever tried that before. Usually they hadn’t, if they had they would say the angle felt wrong, that it hurt. Ayrton didn’t want it to hurt so he always lubed up graciously, starting with his pointer, searching for that sweet spot to make her walls stop squeezing around him.
It almost felt like his fingers would brake because of the pressure, the tight rim trying to hold him out. Then finally after making the ‘come here’ motion as best he could, he’d find the spot and finally she’d relax. Even if just a little, anything was better than nothing. Then she’d understand that Ayrton knew how to make her feel good.
Then she’d look at him with nervous eyes, scared even. Watch his latex covered cock disappear slowly into her. After a good while the burn finally ebbs and Ayrton could finally move a little, carefully in and out. Tell her, “it’s okay querida, you’re doing good.” Watching her cheeks reddened.
He would run slightly impatient, ask if she ‘could take it?’ When he convinced her he’d quicken up, put himself first instead of her, just for a little while. Faint slapping sound breaking the moan filled air. Sometimes Ayrton would rabbit, just for a few thrusts… sometimes more.
Grab her hips and pull her down against him, it was fun to play a little sometimes. She’d try to squirm up the bed, get away from his relentless thrusts, pushing her both up and down the bed.
He could easily hold her down where he wanted her. “Don’t run from it sweetie… you can take it,”
Ayrton always had to fight the urge to just ruin her tight little pussy, just ram into her until she was crying about it, saying ‘it hurts ! Stop it!’ But he always tried to be patient, make her feel good first.
Some of them didn’t want him inside at all, anywhere.
So Ayrton sucked on their clit, licked between the folds with a broad tongue. He would hum as best he could to make the nerves tingle, almost like a vibrator. They fucking loved it, always. Clamp their thighs around his head, grab his hair and grind against his face.
He would suck in patterns, in and out.
When they came he would continue for a little, just to feel their hands try to pull him off. He would do it again, not let them cum and then they would agree, that they just wanted him as close as possible. And Ayrton would get to fuck them anyway.
Alain shook his head, “you’re a pedophile, I can’t let you go around molesting little girls!” Alain tried to push against him, trying to get him to move away. Ayrton tutted at him, “didn’t you hear? They like it, ask for it even,” and Alain had heard, didn’t want to.
“And you like it, I think your body is smarter than your brain” Ayrton continued, hand trailing back down.
”Get off me Ayrton,” Alain tried, wiggling to try and make it past. “If your body likes it then you like it,” Ayrton said back, not letting upp. “Well I don’t like it, and I never will,” Alain felt like he was shrinking, he was short, he knew that but not that short. “Is it me you like then?” Ayrton asked with a small smug smile. There was some uncertainty to Ayrton’s voice, Alain knew why.
Alain’s stomach felt like the ice on the Antarctic, he didn’t like Ayrton, he couldn’t. Although, he was obviously one of god's favorites. Big brown puppy eyes, fluffy hair, always flirty, freckled skin. He was gorgeous really. So utterly Brazilian, but what did that matter when he had the temper of a wildfire, never too sure where it was going next. When he was either the sun itself or an exploding supernova, accidentally wiping out a nearby constellation. He was talent, almost perfect, mesmerizing.
Sometimes Alain questioned his own sanity, but then he’d remember that Ayrton was always worse. But maybe Ayrton wasn’t insane, just special, having found that link that Alain hadn’t.
One day Ayrton had sat him down, a wide grin on his face, excitement clear in his eyes. He claimed he’d spoken too god. Ayrton was always about his religion. It wasn’t that Alain didn’t believe him, well he didn’t but Alain was desperate. He wanted that too, knowing that someone always wanted the same as him, something to rely on. Still he hadn’t got that. Ayrton said that in the fastest of corners it felt like he left his own body, saw himself from above. Saying that someone was whispering in his ear, “ faster,” god had said.
Wanting Ayrton to touch the edge and barely make it back. It scared Alain, just that sentence. He’d wondered if Ayrton was schizophrenic and maybe shouldn’t be driving, losing control of his body and all that. But he’d shut off his thoughts when Ayrton said, “even if we don’t match perfectly I still pray for you, I’ll make sure you’re protected.” And that was so kind, Alain almost, almost felt like crying.
That Ayrton cared enough to at least keep him alive.
*
“Is it?” Ayrton repeated a little quieter this time. He had definitely come closer, if that was even possible.
“I’m not in love with you Ayrton,” Alain answered. It wasn’t what Ayrton wanted to hear and Alain knew that. Ayrton shook his head, a small smile, almost sympathetic. “No, you wouldn’t, but that’s not what this is. You like me, are you frustrated with me?” And Alain did like Ayrton, but he couldn’t like him. If Alain wasn’t frustrated before, he is now, in a lot of ways. “Yes,” and Alain wouldn’t say what he said yes too. If he agreed or answered, Ayrton would know anyway.
Did Alain even need to try and get away anymore? Ayrton would definitely stop him, was it worth that? No. He’d feel pathetic. Then Ayrton’s mouth was on his neck, arms slowly wrapping around Alain’s waist. And… Alain couldn’t do anything about that. Only breath in the scent of Ayrton’s hair, half heartedly try to push Ayrton away. Just to settle his mind to think that he had tried to get away and not just taken.
Ayrton’s mouth was warm, not as wet as Alain thought it would be. Not that he’d thought about it… kissing, licking, whatever he was doing up his neck, behind his ear. Ayrton’s hands were roaming, up and down his back, up his front, holding his face and tilting it away.
Alain didn’t know if he wanted him closer, on him, or to punch him smack in the face, ruining his gorgeousness. Crack his perfect cheekbones, make him kneel on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. His perfect nose.
This was the same mouth that had been between a kid’s legs. The same mouth that had kissed away the cries and… Alain was only angry because it had gotten out, because of Ayrton’s carelessness. Why couldn’t he be as disgusted as he’d said he was. He was disgusted in Ayrton, always would be, but not in the way he should…
Ayrton nibbled on a spot under his ear, anytime he could bite down, like a vampire. Bite into his aorta, kill him. But he didn’t, Alain almost moaned. He was sensitive, he knew that, at least sensitive for his age. He’d been told several times.
Ayrton’s angle was awkward, bent. Alain wrapped his arms around Ayrton’s waist, tilting his head down a little, trying to disappear into Ayrton, make them one. Half of Alain’s face was covered by Ayrton’s curls. He must’ve showered this morning, citrusy and so very Ayrton’y. It was weirdly calm, Ayrton was calm, his presence was at least.
Then Ayrton’s eyes met his again. So close Alain almost drowned in them. His face was… it was indescribable, he looked so gorgeous. Ayrton must’ve mistaken Alain’s lack of running away as an invitation. Leaning forward, soft lips on Alain’s. It felt like being electrocuted, and Alain had kissed before, it never felt like this. It felt like a surge of light.
Ayrton’s hands were on his face, they felt too big, covering most of his sides. Angeling his head upwards, straining his neck. Ayrton felt so soft, all over.
He was like a very tall cat, so.. bendy, soft, easy. Would he start purring if Alain touched?
“Sweetie…” Ayrton murmured against his lips, and like what the fuck. Alain was the one that was supposed to call Ayrton that. Take care of him . Instead Ayrton grabbed onto Alain’s wrist that was slowly descending down Ayrton’s body. Ayrton pulls away, searching eyes. Flicking down between them for a second. “Ayrton-“Alain started, stopped.
“Can you keep a secret?” Ayrton asks, again, pulling away almost fully. Alain nodded, trying not to look frantic but failing. “Good,” Ayrton turned, walked… out the fucking door. Leaving Alain by the wall, unable to breathe without Ayrton. He didn’t even look back, just slammed the door closed. Leaving Alain hard and desperate, craving anything, everything Ayrton could give him. Would give him.