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Mark knew that the championship was slowly but surely slipping off his fingers, but seeing Sebastian winning was always something he couldn’t bare the sight of since those last months. The kid was a pure rough diamond, a talent, no wonder why Redbull made him number 1 driver so easily, but still, Mark couldn’t help his jealousy.
Especially when the kid had the audacity to be this arrogant at his young age, yes he was on his way to maybe win his first championship, fighting against experimented drivers like Alonso or Button. Or Mark himself.
But he hated the way how everyone seemed to eat of Sebastian’s hand, falling for his puppy eyes and excusing all his behaviors.
Mark was instantly out of his thoughts as he felt a little pat on his shoulder, the silence of his daydream replaced by the loud music of the bar, he looked on his left, Sebastian’s bright smile and his pink lips articulating words he couldn’t even hear because of the noises around, although he guessed a "That was a hard one".
Seb had won, again. In Valencia, for the European Grand Prix, and Mark ? Dnf since turn 10 because he went flying into the barriers. Fortunately without any physical damages. But that’s why Mark was here for the stupid after party of the team but he had a contract, and duties. He wasn’t already the most complying driver for Redbull and Horner insisted on a relationship or at least a tolerance between his two drivers. So instead of facing humiliation and sorry looks from his mechanics, Mark just decided to kill his sorrow in bourbon and liquors alone.
It worked until now, until the blond was clinging on his side, ordering a tequila, still smelling like champagne from the podium Mark didn’t managed to get on, the German himself seeming in a quite tipsy state. He spoke louder.
"I didn’t think you would come."
Mark looked down, Sebastian already looking at him through his long eyelashes, his cheeks red from the exhaustion of the day and the alcohol.
"I didn’t really had the choice."
The Aussie replied, too coldly for the situation maybe, but he couldn’t help it. The blond whistled, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Still pissed off ? Come on man aren’t you old enough to face an abandon of race without ending like a drunkard ?"
Mark clenched his hand around his glass, that was really not the night for Seb to come and just mock him. A warm anger spread in his veins.
"Go fuck yourself, mate. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit."
"Wow. So you are pissed off." He could hear the smirk in his voice, and his German accent stronger probably because of the alcohol.
"Don’t you have someone else to annoy ?"
"I prefer when it’s you. You’re an easy target."
The blond giggled. Mark didn’t. He suddenly clenched his hand harshly around Sebastian’s biceps making the boy jump. His hand almost wrapping entirely around the slim muscle, Damn. How could the boy even support the G force in the car with the small frame he had ? And still finish above him. Mark looked at him, up and down, quickly, his head buzzing. Some dark ideas insidiously going to his head and his crotch at seeing a slight flash of surprise and fear in the German’s eyes.
Mark wasn’t a violent man, he never had those kind of thoughts before meeting Seb, but right now he would pay just to punch his face. Or else. Without noticing, his hand tightened, making the younger yelp. Mark added before Sebastian could say anything, dragging him closer to him, the tension heavy in the Aussie dark eyes, Sebastian felt like he was trapped.
"Not. Tonight. Seb. Just get out of my sight or I-.."
Mark sighed, he was really too drunk for that. He letted go of the boy’s arm, leaning against the bar to chug the rest of his whisky before he took his jacket, he had enough of this, he wanted to leave.
"Or what ?"
The Aussie wouldn’t have responded to that bait if he didn’t felt Sebastian’s little cold hand wrapping around two of his fingers. Mark looked at him, frowning, the blond getting closer so only the older man could hear him saying.
"You’ll beat me up ? Shut me up ? And once I’ll be all docile and knocked out will it ease you Mar-k ? Having the upper hand on me, that’s what you want right ?"
Mark felt his head buzzing again, was he hallucinating ? Sebastian strong accent and slurred speech making heat pool in his stomach. That wasn’t right. The blond seemed to read his mind like an open book. He replied.
"You’re crazy."
"Yeah am I now ?" The boy laughed softly, his voice cracking like he was still a teenager going through the hard times of puberty. He added. "I’ll let you take it all on me, your frustration, your anger, your jealousy. How good of a teammate I make, you see ?"
"What the hell is wrong with you ?"
Mark responded, but the blond didn’t seemed to feel any shame or self conscious at the moment, the Aussie realized that he may be even drunker than himself to be this unhinged. He could feel Sebastian fingers now grazing over his hand and forearm, up and down, sending a shiver down Mark’s spine.
"Don’t you think I saw the way you look at me Mark ?"
He wasn’t wrong, but Mark had his reasons. And everybody else also did it. And worse, he heard some men of the team betting on who could make the boy blow them off first.
Seb lived of that, of those looks, this attention, he played with it. Like he played with all the people around him.
"You’re such a slut."
The words escaped Mark’s mouth without him thinking about it, making Seb’s eyes shine with something between amusement and desire while his smirk grew wider.
"You want me."
Mark did want him, maybe. But it would just let the blond win again to give in so easily. He pulled off his arm, putting on his jacket before he just turned around without looking back at him, feeling his semi-hard cock as he walked away, making him cringe internally. Why the boy needed to be so anchored deep in his mind ?
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The fact is Sebastian wanted Mark even more, since a long time ago, since he was a rookie even, he couldn’t just let him go when he had him exactly where he wanted to. The blond walked quickly, pushing Mark into the nearest hallway of the bar, leading to the restrooms. The surprise was enough for Mark to almost trip over while Sebastian slammed the door close.
He sighed, looking at Sebastian who was watching him with those eyes, hungry, pornographic. Mark was a simple man, and drunk above it all. If the blond really wanted him, he would make him regret everything, his way of revenge. It was his time to play.
"You’re the one wanting me right now Seb."
"I’m just giving you an opportunity."
"Bullshit, you just want my cock, another man to had to your collection. Do you even keep the count at that point ?"
Seb’s eyes widened a bit, his face turning into a darker shade of red.
"No it’s not like tha-"
The noise the German made when Mark’s hand gripped those long blond locks, forcing his head up to look at him, convinced him that he could still spend a good night even with today’s race results.
"Now tell me, who’s the other drivers you fucked on the grid ? I’m curious."
"No one !"
Seb replied, his voice high pitched as Mark looked at him with a mix of rage and lust that made his heart beat faster. He winced in pain as the older man dragged them into a toilet stall, closing the door of the small space, pushing the German harshly against the wall, adding.
"We wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a slag you are, right ? It would be a bad publicity for the team."
"Mark !"
Sebastian’s offended tone made Mark laugh mockingly, he pulled out his hand of his hair only to stroke the boy’s cheek with the back of his fingers, looking down at him.
"Or maybe you’d actually like that ? 'The champion in title found sucking off his teammate in a public restroom.'"
"No.."
"Too bad because it’s exactly what’s gonna happen."
The younger was crimson red by now, biting into his lower lip before he whimpered at feeling of Mark’s hand smacking his cheek. His breathing grew heavier and his eyes quickly filled up with tears from the sting of it. Mark really didn’t know what had gotten to him, he was losing control, he was ready to say sorry and hold the boy in his arms until he heard him talk quietly, not louder than a whisper.
"Again.."
"What ?"
"Again, harder. Punch me."
The unhinged smile on Sebastian’s face twisted Mark’s stomach, not excepting him to ask that so bluntly.
He was holding the blond against the wall with an hand on his shoulder, the other now resting against his jaw, both looking at each other, Mark blinking as if he tried to wake up from a dream.
"No, no I won’t do that."
"Coward. You know what ? That’s why you’ll never win a fucking championship, you don’t have the balls to-"
Mark could just hear the blood rushing trough his ears and Sebastian’s head banging against the wall as he punched him right in the nose. The fucking kid had won, again, as he fell for his stupid bait, again.
"Look what you make me do Sebastian !"
Mark said as a bit of guilt gained him, his knuckles hurting, but Sebastian was...delighted to say the least. He looked up at Mark, so much hunger in his eyes that for a moment Mark felt like the prey. Blood started to drip out of the blond’s nostrils, going over his swollen lips and ending their way along his pale neck.
Feeling Mark short breaths on his face, his intense stare going between his eyes and his lips, Sebastian couldn’t help but just get on the tip of his toes and kiss the Aussie in a rather agressive way, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Mark pushing the younger against the wall again, pressing their bodies together as he gripped Seb’s hips tightly, leaning in the kiss if it can even be called that.
It was mostly teeth and tongues, Mark tasting the blood of the blond, the dark red smearing the bottom of both their faces. The older man mind was blank right now, in a sort of trance as Sebastian started to rub his hips, Mark putting his leg between the younger’s who whined in Mark’s mouth before he pulled away, both out of breath.
"Fuck.."
Seb didn’t seemed to listen to Mark as he leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed, pressing his erection against the older’s thigh, their height difference making Mark overlook the younger boy.
"Ngh..Mark, bitte."
The Aussie couldn’t help the cruel smirk to spread on his face.
"Already so desperate huh ? I should just let you rut on my leg like a dog in heat. Even less, get on your knees right now. You don’t deserve anything."
"No please..Mark."
The blond opened back his eyes to look at the older man, with those damn puppy eyes he could do too well. Mark couldn’t help his hands to wander on his tiny waist, Seb’s lightweight making him want to scream.
"Do as I say or I’m leaving."
Seb dropped to his knees, his right hand instantly going to his crotch as he looked at Mark’s erection pushing against his jeans. He yelp when the Aussie pushed his hand away with his feet.
"Don’t touch yourself."
The blond boy looked fucking pretty, even with, especially with, blood all over his face and neck, his desperate eyes silently asking for more, Mark couldn’t help but bring an hand on his chin, his thumb tracing Seb’s lips, quickly feeling the wetness of his tongue as he pushed it into his mouth, as far as possible, not taking it off even when the younger gagged as it hit the back of his throat.
With his other hand, Mark unbuckled his belt, his button and his zipper, finally pulling out his large cock, stroking it a few times in front of Seb’s face.
"Be a good bitch and open wide."
Seb complied without hesitation, his hands on Mark’s thighs as he opened his mouth, taking the head in it slowly, the older sighing of relief as he putted his hand in the German soft hair. Sebastian started to move his head, taking more and more of Mark, his tongue tracing the veins and the tip, tasting the precum of the older.
"Fuck I knew you were good at this.."
The praise made Sebastian moan around the cock in his mouth, squeezing his legs together, hoping it would bring relief to his aching erection. Mark noticed it, he chuckled, his voice deeper than usual. He started to move his hips, fucking into Seb’s mouth and throat, making him gag but the Aussie didn’t stop, he held the blond, managing to make the younger take almost all of him, thrusting faster once he found a good pace, feeling the tightness of his throat and the vibration his voice made when he moaned around him.
He held the position, groaning at the sensation and the view of the boy with teary eyes and his lips stretched around his dick. He pulled out, already feeling his orgasm building up in his loins. His cock red from a mix of blood and spit. Seb took out a big breath, almost hyperventilating.
Mark wanted to ruin him. The current world champion on his knees, at his command, for once Mark felt like he had the control. He putted his cock back in the younger boy’s mouth, thrusting again, feeling him took small breaths through his nose, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"You’re so beautiful when you shut your mouth."
Since Mark wasn’t as cruel as he pretended to be, he putted his feet on Seb’s clothed erection, rubbing it softly, making the blond moan loudly.
It was over for them if someone would decide to enter the restrooms now.
"Go on Sebby.."
The blond seemed to understand the message as he started to rub his cock against Mark’s foot, the humiliation of looking so desperate actually making him harder, he wouldn’t last long either.
Mark came first, holding the German’s head as he spilled down his throat, his hand clenching the soft blond hair, pulling out when Seb swallowed it all.
"Fuck..Mark, Mark, Mark."
And then Sebastian, coming in his pants, his legs shaking, still on his knees, his hands around Mark’s shin.
He leaned against the wall, spit over his bloody lips and chin, glad that he was wearing dark baggy jeans so no one would see any strains. He would still have to face probably the worst walk of shame of his life back to the hotel.
They looked at each other for a moment, Mark pulling his pants back on when Seb finally broke the silence with a soft giggle.
"Are you still pissed now ?"
He tilted his head to the side, Mark offered him an hand for him to stand up. Still feeling pretty drunk after his orgasm.
"Shut up."
Mark rolled his eyes with a smirk, unlocking the stall, both jumping at the sight of a very red Jenson Button washing his hands at the sinks. How could they’d not heard him ? Seb opened his mouth, trying to say something but Mark pushed him gently to the sink, shutting him up before he would say anything stupid, but based on the reflections in the mirror, their appearances gave them away anyway. And also the fact they got out of the same toilet stall maybe. Mark washed his dry blood covered mouth.
The silence was heavy, both avoiding Jenson’s eyes until the concerned finally said quietly.
"I won’t tell anyone I promise."
Seb letted out a breath he didn’t even knew he was holding while he washed his hands.
"I’m glad you guys are getting along though."
He added with a wink before he left the restrooms, both Sebastian and Mark replying at the same time.
"We’re not getting along !"
Jenson laughed before he closed the door behind him.