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Jenson didn’t think he would see Sebastian tonight. The way his race ended was probably not what Sebastian wanted. Starting on the front row and falling to barely in the points was bound to hurt. Mark winning probably didn’t make him feel any better.
Jenson felt a hand clap down on his shoulder “Jense, mate! Good to see you!” Mark said clearly already very drunk. Jenson definitely didn’t feel like babysitting tonight.
“Yeah, thought I’d pop in for a bit,” Jenson said, tearing his eyes away from Sebastian and turning towards Mark.
“Sorry about your race,” Mark commiserated, lifting his drink in a toast even though Jenson didn’t have one yet.
“Thanks, just how it goes sometimes,” he quickly said, looking over his shoulder at the bar to see Sebastian still looking down into his drink. How many has he had? Jenson wondered.
“Oh, that git,” Mark said, full of venom. He must have caught Jenson looking at Sebastian before as well. “Honestly, he’s such a sore loser. I have to be happy for every win and Championship, but he can bring a cloud in with him?” Mark scoffed, shaking his head. Privately, Jenson thought that wasn’t true. He’d been on enough podiums with both of them to know.
“Yeah,” Jenson said, not knowing what else to say. He was saved from having to continue the conversation by Fernando's arrival. Mark said a quick goodbye before heading over to him.
Jenson looked back over at the bar and saw Sebastian was still sitting there. He did look down. Maybe they could commiserate together. Jenson made his way over and took the empty stool next to Sebastian.
“What’re you drinking?” Jenson asked, reaching for the glass and taking a sip. He almost choked when the taste of straight Vodka hit his tongue and burned its way down his throat. “Christ Sebi, you good?” He asked no one that was okay drank
straight Vodka.
Jenson remembered when he had thought it was a good idea. Draining the hotel mini bar of all the liquor. His hangover the next morning was one for the history books.
“I guess, just frustrated, you know?” He murmured, taking his glass back from Jenson and downing what was left. Jenson watched as Sebastian’s face scrunched up, but he didn’t reach for the glass of coke next to him. “Mark is being a twat,” Sebastian said voice full of resolve as if that’s what he had been deep in thought about when Jenson first saw him.
“Hmm,” Jenson hummed, trying to hold in a laugh when he remembered Mark had said the same thing. He flagged down the bartender and ordered two shots of tequila. If Sebastian wanted to get drunk, Jenson could help him.
When the bartender placed the shots in front of them without saying anything, Sebastian reached for his shot, tapped it on the table top and downed it, not even waiting for Jenson. Jenson took his shot and then waited for Seb to say something.
Sometimes, he got into a mood that wasn’t chatty. Jenson was okay with that; he could wait him out.
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Sebastian watching the top of the bar and Jenson watching Sebastian. Halfway
through, he reached for his Coke and finished it. Now he was watching Jenson too.
Jenson was familiar with all of Sebastian’s moods, but this was different to anything he had seen before. Sebastian’s gaze was intense, and he kept flicking his eyes all over Jenson’s face like he was looking for something. His eyes left Jenson’s face for the first time in minutes to look over his shoulder. He mustn’t have been impressed with what he saw because he rolled his eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh.
“I’ll be back,” Sebastian said before sliding off his stool and heading in the direction of the bathroom. Jenson wasn’t sure what to do with Sebastian; the normally cheeky guy was a shell of himself. Surely it couldn’t be just the win, right? Before he could think too much about it, he felt an arm come around his chest and heard the familiar accent of Nico.
“Tough luck today,” he said, pulling away and taking Sebastian’s seat. “What’s wrong with him?” He nodded towards where Sebastian had wandered off.
“Not sure, think he might just be upset about the race,” Jenson shrugged. He watched as Nico flagged down the bartender.
“Do you want anything, my shout?”
“No thanks,” Jenson answered, thinking about Sebastian. As much as he didn’t want to babysit tonight, he thought that Seb might need it. And at the very least, one of them should stay sober.
“Hi, can I just get a Gin and Tonic and an Aperol Spritz, please?” Nico asked, ordering for who Jenson had no doubt was Lewis. They were inseparable, even more so since Lewis had joined Mercedes earlier in the year.
“Your boyfriend around?” Jenson asked, teasingly exaggeratedly looking around the packed bar for Lewis. Nico smacked him playfully in the upper arm.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Nico said with a roll of his eyes. Jenson agreed quietly because it was easier than going into the mess that was Nico and Lewis’s relationship. They said they were just friends, but the number of times Jenson had seen them kiss and their hands wondering, he wasn’t so convinced. He looked up when movement caught his eyes and saw Sebastian lingering in the entrance to the toilets. So he was avoiding everyone, then Jenson thought interesting.
Nico’s drinks were ready, so he said a quick goodbye to Jenson and walked off in the direction of the VIP area where everyone else was celebrating. A p2 wasn’t something to frown at, Jenson supposed.
Seb walked back over when Jenson was alone again. Instead of sitting in his seat, though, he spread Jenson’s legs and settled between them with his back against Jenson’s chest. He pulled Jenson's arms around him and held on like this was the only thing keeping him tethered.
“You okay?” He asked quietly, leaning his chin on Sebastian’s shoulder. He didn’t think he would answer and wasn’t surprised when Sebastian leant on him with more of his weight. Trust. This is what was happening. Sebastian was showing Jenson he
trusted him.
Jenson wasn’t sure what to do. Sebastian had never been like this before, but if he was going to trust Jenson, then Jenson wasn’t going to let it be misplaced. “Do you want to leave?” He asked quietly, thinking Sebastian might not want most of the grid seeing him like this, especially Mark.
“I don’t know,” Sebastian shrugged, closing his eyes and resting his head back against Jenson’s shoulder. Maybe Sebastian was drunker than Jenson thought.
“How much have you had to drink?” He asked. A shiver ran down Sebastian's spine, and he stopped moving. He wasn’t even aware he had started rubbing small circles into Sebastian’s stomach.
“Don’t stop,” Sebastian whined, nudging his hands. Jenson started moving again, waiting for Sebastian to answer his question. When Sebastian made it clear that he wasn’t going to answer, Jenson stopped moving and asked him again.
“Seb, how much have you had to drink?” He wasn’t going to give Sebastian what he wanted until he answered. Sebastian started to pull away, but Jenson held him tighter. His knees squeezed Sebastian’s hips, and his arms squeezed Sebastian’s ribs.
“Only the Vodka,” he finally answered, sinking back into Jenson. When he spoke, his speech wasn’t slurred, and when Jenson watched him walk off, he could walk straight.
“Okay,” Jenson said, happy with Sebastian’s answer. They stayed like that with Sebastian in Jenson’s arms for what could have been minutes or hours, Jenson wasn’t sure. He was just glad that none of the others had disturbed the little peace Sebastian
had seemed to have found.
“Jense?” He heard Sebastian ask to quietly. He wasn’t sure he had even said his name.
“Yes?” He answered, wondering what Sebastian had to say after being quiet for so long.
“Let’s go to Amsterdam,” Sebastian said as if they weren’t halfway around the world in an entirely different country. Jenson took a moment to come up with a response because who even thinks of that? Sebastian, Jenson answered himself sarcastically. Malaysia to Amsterdam would take a whole day of travel. They had a couple of weeks until the next Grand Prix, but Jenson wasn’t sure what to do.
“Now?” He asked, hoping he had misunderstood Sebastian somehow.
“Yes. Now.” Sebastian answered. Jenson felt him turn his head. He waited a second before turning his head to look at Sebastian, which was a mistake because he felt the distinct feeling of lips against his neck. They were gone as quickly as they had come,
and Sebastian turned around so he was facing Jenson straight on now. Sebastian’s hands on Jenson’s thighs.
“How are we going to get there?” It was the only rational thing Jenson could think to say.
“You have a jet, nein?” Seb asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. Jenson scanned his face trying to work out what was happening. Sebastian had lost plenty of races before. He usually got drunk and was fine the next day. This felt different, felt bigger.
“Seb, are you okay?” Jenson asked, putting as much sincerity as he could into the question. Sebastian’s expression closed off. He looked away from Jenson’s face towards the bottles of liquor that were lining the mirrored walls of the bar. Jenson watches Sebastian flag down the bartender.
“Can I get a Jägerbomb, please?” Jenson couldn’t help his eyebrows raising and his eyes widening. He squeezes Sebastian’s waist to get his attention.
“Are you sure?” He asked. It was clear to Jenson that Sebastian wasn’t in a good state of mind. From experience, he knew drinking wasn’t the way to handle whatever it was Sebastian was going through.
“Ja,” he answered, bringing his hands up from Jenson’s thighs to cup his checks. He leaned in so close that Jenson was sure Sebastian would kiss him. He stopped until they were so close he could feel Sebastian’s breath over his lips. “You have to live a little,” Sebastian said. He rested his forehead against Jenson’s and stayed like that until the bartender came back with his drink.
“Cheers to being losers,” Sebastian said with a cheeky smile, taking the shot. He slammed the glass on the bar and pulled away from Jenson. He looked towards the VIP section, then back to Jenson. He grabbed his hands and started playing with Jenson’s fingers. Jenson really had no idea what was going on, but he thought it might have something to do with Mark. He was determined to find out what by the time they got back to their hotels.
“So… Amsterdam?” Sebastian asked, flashing Jenson a hopeful smile. Jenson thought about what he would have to do get them to Amsterdam. He had flown his plane to Malaysia, so at least that was somewhat easy. He’d have to call them and let them know. The flight would take nearly a full day, and who knew if Sebastian would be in this mood when they landed. They would have to go back to their hotels and pack before they left as well. Jenson would have to let his team know, too. There were so many reasons to say no and very few good ones to say yes.
“Okay, we’ll got to Amsterdam,” which is why he was probably wearing a matching expression of shock to Sebastian. He really was weak for this kid as Mark had teased him for very often.
“Really?” Sebastian asked, already pulling Jenson up and out of the bar.
“Sure,” Jenson replied, watching Sebastian hail a taxi. This was a terrible idea; Jenson was sure of it.
Three hours later, Sebastian had found the alcohol on the plane and was making up for lost time at the bar Jenson assumed. Sebastian had drained two bottles of wine even though Jenson knew he didn’t like wine. Jenson was starting to wonder if he should cut Sebastian off when he said the first thing for the whole plane ride.
“Do you think there are gay drivers?” He asked, incredibly slurred, but Jenson still understood him. So this is what this is about? Jenson thought. Suddenly, wanting to go to Amsterdam made a lot of sense. Jenson was pretty sure Amsterdam was the gayest country.
“I don’t know, probably,” he answered. Jenson wasn’t sure what to label himself. He definitely liked girls, but he had caught himself with a crush on more than one guy in his lifetime. He had never acted on it, but he was sure that still didn’t make him straight. Does Sebastian know? He wondered. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he would pick Jenson and not any other driver.
He thought about Seb acting this way with Kimi and had to keep in a laugh. Kimi had a lot of patience for Sebastian, but he also enjoyed his personal space and alone time.
“Mark is a cunt,” Sebastian said. Jenson had no idea how any of this connected, but he wasn’t going to ask. Sebastian could come to him when he was ready. Jenson wasn’t sure what to say about that, so he went back to his phone.
An hour later, he heard quiet snoring coming from Sebastian. He wasn’t surprised that he had fallen asleep. It was well into the early morning in Malaysia, and they had had to wake up early for the race. He was glad that Sebastian was asleep because it meant he could go to sleep as well. He turned around, got comfortable and closed his eyes.
The next time he opened them, Sebastian was still asleep, but bright sunlight was seeping in through the open shade. He reached over and closed it so Sebastian could sleep for longer and got up to use the bathroom. After he was done with his business, he went to the little kitchen area to see what there was to eat. Sebastian would need something carb-heavy, Jenson thought. To soak up all the alcohol and some pain killers.
Once he had everything, he loaded up his arms and sat back down at the table. Sebastian was still asleep, and Jenson had no idea how long he slept for. He checked the time and saw that they had about five hours left until they landed. Jenson had just finished eating when Sebastian started to stir. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up straighter.
“Morning,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes and looking at Jenson like he couldn’t believe he was there. Jenson shoved the food and medicine in front of Sebastian.
“You probably need these,” he said with a smirk, pointing towards the painkillers. Sebastian looked down and winced. He reached up towards his head and started what looked like a massage.
“Thanks,” Sebastian said, reaching for a wrapped pastry. He ate quickly and took his medicine, then excused himself to the restroom. While he was gone, Jenson cleaned the mess and thought about how to bring up what had happened last night. He wasn’t even sure Sebastian remembered. His decision was taken out of his hands when Sebastian came back and sat down across from him again. “You didn’t have to take me to Amsterdam,” Sebastian said a little sheepishly.
“I know, but you were very adamant about it last night,” Jenson replied, nudging Sebastian’s foot lightly with his own. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” He asked a little more seriously. He wasn’t sure he would be able to help Sebastian, but if this had anything to do with his questions last night, Jenson thought he could offer his own experiences.
“Not really, just Mark being a prick,” Seb replied with a shrug and a roll of his eyes. Jenson was sure there was more to the story, so he just quietly watched Sebastian until he started talking again. “He’s a jealous old man who can’t handle that I beat him most of the time. He can’t handle that I am just more talented than he is.”
“Okay.” Jenson had no idea where to go from there. “Have you ta-“ he was cut off by Sebastian ranting angrily at him again.
“How dare he accuse me of sleeping my way into this position. As if I would touch Helmet with a 10-foot pole,” Seb fumed. So this is what this was about.
“What did Mark accuse you of?” Jenson asked to make sure he had all the facts. Sebastian looked at him for a second as if to ascertain if Jenson was serious before answering.
“He said I must not have been a good enough fuck this weekend and that’s why my pit stop was fucked,” Sebastian answered much calmer. That was the difference between Mark and Seb: Mark burned low and long; Sebastian’s anger was like an explosion. Loud and unpredictable.
“Well that’s fucked up,” Jenson replied. He wasn’t quite sure what else to say. He had heard the rumours about Sebastian, but he chose not to believe them. He thought that anyone who did was jealous of Seb’s success. There was no denying how great a driver he was. He was also surprised that Mark had said that; he remembered Mark shutting down Nico, insinuating that one time they were all drinking together.
“I know, and now he acts like he’s done nothing wrong.” Sebastian was sulking now. Jenson preferred it when he was angry. He knew what to do with anger and how to channel it into something good. Sadness was so much harder. “And you know the worst part?” Sebastian asked, looking at Jenson.
“No.”
“The only person on the team I’ve slept with is Mark,” Sebastian dropped so casually as if he hadn’t just blown up everything Jenson knew about his friends.
“What?” Jenson asked. He had no idea how to even process this. Mark was the straightest man Jenson had ever met. He was in love with Ann to the point that it almost disgusted Jenson. “You slept with Mark?”
“Yes,” Sebastian smirked. Sebastian knew what he had just done, Jenson thought. He was enjoying this. Watching Jenson trying to process what he’d just heard. Sebastian had slept with Mark. Mark had slept with Sebastian. Seb was at least bise-. Jenson’s thoughts screeched to a halt.
“You’re gay?”
“I’m bisexual actually,” he said in a tone that Jenson read as Duh, isn’t it obvious.
“Hmm,” Jenson hummed, thinking through his response. He had always suspected; how could he not have? Their relationship was defined by the flirting they did with each other. Jenson instantly remembered the time he asked if Sebastian was proposing.
“You have a problem with it?” Sebastian asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. His steady gaze challenged Jenson.
“Of course not,” Jenson cleared his throat. “Good for you.”
“It was good,” Sebastian replied in a teasing way. Jenson choked, trying to cover it up with a cough.
“Seb,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. He didn’t know what else to say, so he stayed quiet, waiting for Sebastian to continue the conversation. It had been quiet for too long when Jenson looked at Sebastian again. He was half expecting him to be asleep again, but when he looked over, Sebastian was wide awake, eyes trained on Jenson.
“Have you ever kissed a guy?” Sebastian asked with a tilt of his head and something in his voice Jenson couldn’t read. Jenson could feel his face heating up under Sebastian’s steady gaze or the question he didn’t know.
“Can’t say I have, no,” He replied, trying to keep his voice calm. He had known for a while that he wasn’t 100 percent straight. He had realised that thinking Nico was pretty was normal, but the fantasies he sometimes let himself indulge in weren’t so much.
“But you want to,” Sebastian said, not a question, a statement. Jenson knew Sebastian was good at reading people, but he hoped that he wasn’t easy to read.
“Um… n-no,” Jenson stammered his reply. Sebastian’s gaze sharpened as if Jenson had turned into prey for Sebastian to hunt. Jenson wondered if this is what he looked like when driving. Eyes sharp focussed on the car ahead of him. Bidding his time until the perfect opportunity to overtake.
“Are you sure?” Sebastian asked, standing up slowly from his seat. Jenson watched him slowly making his way around the table that Jenson only now just realised had felt like a shield. He was half expecting Sebastian to move Jenson into the position he wanted him in like he had at the club, but instead, he leaned over Jenson, forcing him to strain his neck up.
Jenson swallowed as Sebastian leaned in, stopping just short of his lips. “Sebi,” Jenson whispered, not sure what he was saying.
“Do you want me to?” Jenson wasn’t sure. Doing this, whatever this was, would surely change their friendship. It had not even been 24 hours ago that Sebastian was sad in the bar. Before Jenson could answer, the plane's intercom system crackled to life.
“The seatbelt light is now on as we approach descent,” the pilot's voice cut through the tension that Jenson hadn’t even noticed was building. With a final look down to Jenson’s lap, which he knew had an obvious bulge, Sebastian went back to his seat and got ready to land.
The drive to the hotel was short and nice. The hired car that they rented was a nice Mercedes. Jenson was grateful that Lewis and Nico were probably on their way, if not already in Brackley. When they got to the hotel, Jenson checked in while Sebastian watched over their luggage. The hotel wasn’t the greatest, but it was all that was available on such short notice.
Jenson watched as Sebastian pushed open the door, dragging his suitcase in behind him. He held the door open for Jenson to bring his luggage in, too. Looking around the room was nice enough. Standard hotel kitchenette and minibar, tiny table, and an open door leading into the bedroom. Jenson was grateful to see the corner of a real bed peeking through the doorway. He looked over to Sebastian and saw him sorting through luggage. Deciding Sebastian looked busy enough, Jenson pulled his luggage behind him into the bedroom.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he was greeted by a large king bed. Jenson was sure he had booked a twin room. There was no way he was sharing a bed with Sebastian. To start, he was sure Sebastian was the type to steal the blanket and toss and turn all night. But the more pressing matter Jenson felt was the interaction they had on the plane. He was glad his boner had gone down by the time they were able to disembark because he refused to walk through the airport hard.
“I’m going to do some washing. Do you want me to do some for you too?” Jenson heard Sebastian’s voice coming closer. Before he even thought of a response, Sebastian had come into the room. “Oh,” he said before running past Jenson and leaping onto the bed with a loud thud of the headboard against the wall. “Dibs, right!”
“That’s okay, I’ll ask for another room,” Jenson finally got out. He didn’t understand how Sebastian could be so easygoing about all this.
“Don’t be ridiculous, this bed is huge,” Sebastian scoffed, stretching out his arms and legs as if to demonstrate his point. Jenson had to admit the bed was huge. There would be more than enough space, and Jenson hadn’t exactly hated what had happened on the plane.
“I don’t know. You snore,” Jenson teased.
“When have I ever snored?” Sebastian asked, sitting up and scooting towards the end of the bed.
“On the plane, so loud you kept waking me up,” Jenson answered in a tone that made it clear he was only joking.
“Don’t worry Jense. Gay isn’t contagious, as much as Mark thinks it is,” Sebastian laughed, adding the last bit under his breath.
“Washing?” Sebastian asked, standing up and holding his arms out for Jenson to pass the washing over.
Once, Sebastian had done them both a load of washing, and Jenson had called down to reception to ask for some more pillows- better safe than sorry, he thought. It was dinner time. They were trying to decide on going out, Sebastian’s choice or ordering room service, Jenson’s choice, when Sebastian’s phone rang. Jenson couldn’t see who it was, but based on Sebastian’s reaction, he could guess. Sebastian powered off his phone and shoved it under his thigh.
“We can just get room service,” Sebastian said with a huff, clearly annoyed. Jenson wondered if he had told his team where he was. He couldn’t remember they went to their own hotel rooms to pack their stuff, and Jenson had just assumed that Sebastian had let them know what was going on.
After eating the room service dinner and showering off the day of travel, they settled into bed. While Sebastian was showering, Jenson had set up his pillow wall and was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention. He was nervous about sharing a bed with Sebastian. He was used to the German being touchy, but the plane and the club were a whole new level that Jenson wasn’t sure what to do with.
“I can hear you thinking,” Seb said, amused, coming out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. His hair was dripping down his neck and chest, which was bare from the towel that Sebastian was wearing around his waist. Jenson tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it when Sebastian walked past him to the now clean laundry. His back muscles worked as he went through the clothes for something to wear for the night.
Jenson was wholly unprepared when Sebastian dropped his towel in front of him. Pale arse and soft thighs on full display. Watching Sebastian lean over with more show than was necessary to get dressed. Jenson’s felt his dick stir but tried to will it away, he couldn’t be hard sharing a bed with Sebastian. He thought about Ross, Martin, Bernie Ecclestone. Anyone he could think of to erase his boner.
The bed dipped under Sebastian’s weight as he got comfortable for the night. The room was covered in darkness when Sebastian turned off his lamp. “Gute nacht, Jenson,” He heard Sebastian say, and five minutes later, quiet snores filled the room.
Jenson didn’t stay up for much longer after Sebastian went to sleep, checking the pillow barrier between them was still intact before plugging in his phone and dosing off himself.
Jenson woke up with the sensation of rocking. It felt like he was on a boat, not in a hotel bed. He slowly blinked his eyes open, trying to gather his surroundings. The blinds were still open from yesterday, letting in soft morning light. He heard a soft moan behind him and froze. No way this was happening right now.
He turned his head as much as he could to see what was happening. Sebastian was still alseep if his closed eyes were anything to go by. Jenson took a deep breath and tried to think about what to do. He tried to get up but realised that Sebastian had attached to his back like an octopus during the night. So much for his pillow barrier.
“Seb,” he said, trying to wake him up. Sebastian didn’t stir and his hips kept grinding into Jenson’s arse. Jenson was aware that his half boner had become a full one. “Seb,” he tried again pushing back against him. Sebastian moaned the loudest yet.
“Uhh, Jenson.” Jenson froze again, not knowing what to do. At least Sebastian had stopped grinding into him now. He was relieved by that, but Sebastian was still holding him tightly. Jenson laid there a minute trying to get together his frazzled thoughts when he felt the back of his sleep shorts were wet. He shot up, using all his strength to get away from Sebastian.
What the fuck was this kid playing at? Had he come thinking about Jenson? It appeared so. Jenson decided he couldn’t be in this room any longer. He went to the bathroom and had a humiliatingly quick wank over to the toilet to the events from just before and the plane. He got dressed, digging through the clothes that Sebastian had washed for them. He grabbed his phone and left Sebastian a note before leaving.
When Jenson got back to the hotel, he thought Sebastian would still be asleep, but when he walked into the silent bedroom, he saw Sebastian bobbing his head to music that was playing through his headphones and folding both of their washing.
“Seb?” he tried, but Sebastian couldn’t hear him because of the headphones, so he flicked the light on and off. Sebastian looked up and smiled, pulling the headphones out.
“You're back. Did you have fun?” He asked, pulling out another pair of boxers that Jenson thought were his. He tried not to blush, but he was sure he was.
“Yeah, it was alright. went on a run.” he walked past the bed and into the ensuite to shower. He ran but he also called Mark.
Jenson had finished his run and found a cafe where he ordered a coffee and debated calling Mark. Perhaps the less sensible part of his brain won because before he knew it, Mark was answering.
“JB mate?” He sounded like he had a good time the night before. Now that he was on the phone, Jenson had no idea what to say.
“Me and Seb are in Amsterdam, you can tell the team to stop calling him. I think he just needs some space,” Jenson went with.
The phone calls always put Sebastian in a bad mood.
“So he’s okay? I didn’t see him leaving last night and thought something might have happened. You know how he is.” Through the clear annoyance, Jenson thought he could hear fondness that he hadn’t noticed before in Mark’s voice.
“I don’t know,” was what Jenson settled on. Sebastian was acting very weird, but that was quite normal for him.
“When will you be back? The team might give him a lot of leeway, but up and disappearing with no notice might be too much.” So, Jenson was right. Sebastian hadn’t let the team know.
“Well, I booked the hotel for a week, but I don’t know. Will you let the team know to give him some space? You too.”
“I guess. Why’d he run off to Amsterdam anyway?” Mark asked Jenson as if he had any idea himself. The anger he had barely been keeping in check exploded.
“Oh, I don’t know, Mark,” Jenson said louder than he thought he would. Looking around and bidding a quick apology, he continued in a quieter tone. “Could it be because you said he wasn’t a good fuck and that caused his pit stop to be slow?”
“I didn’t say that,” Mark was quick to defend himself, but in Jenson’s silence, he started to backtrack. “I didn’t mean it; you know I didn’t.”
“Do I, Mark?” Jenson let out a sigh and took a sip of his now cold coffee, which was a shame because it was nice coffee.
“Of course you do,” Mark scoffed.
“Sure. I should get back, but I’ll let Seb know you’re telling the team.” Jenson hung up before Mark could reply and tipped his head back looking into the sun.
When he got out of the shower, Sebastian had finished folding the washing and was reading something on his phone. When he heard Jenson shuffling along in his towel, he looked up quickly before going back to what he was doing. Jenson didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything.
He dug through his suitcase, which was now neater than it had been before and thought about thanking Sebastian but didn’t want to acknowledge that situation. He found some suitable clothes and, in petty revenge, dropped his towel right in front of Sebastian. He didn’t know if he was looking, but the gasp he heard clued Jenson in that he was.
Jenson tried to make a show of it like Seb had the night before, but just felt silly so dressed normally. When he turned around, Seb was back on his phone, but his lip was red and swollen like he had been biting it.
“Do you want to go out tonight?” Sebastian asked, holding out his phone for Jenson to see a website for a club open. Without really looking because he didn’t care, Jenson agreed.
Jenson wished he looked harder now that he was watching a man that looked too young to be stripping dancing on a pole in the middle of a dark room with Sebastian standing right next to him.
The room was dark, but the stages scattered around were lit up by bright LEDs hanging over the stage. The man on stage was climbing up a pole and then hanging upside down. The pink bejeweled skirt he wore flipped down, revealing a very small thong that left nothing to the imagination. His abs were on full display, and the matching bra he was wearing was filled out nicely by the man’s pecs. He felt Sebastian nudge him.
“Come on, stop staring. Let’s get a drink.”
When they got to the bar, Sebastian ordered them both a drink, which came out a neon green and tasted nothing like alcohol. “Is this alcoholic?” Jenson asked to make sure. He wasn’t going to be staying here if he couldn’t get drunk so he could regret any bad decisions the next morning.
“Of course. It’s a club special. Drink up.”
When they finished their drink, Sebastian led them over to an empty table that had high booth-style seating. Jenson looked around and saw another performer who looked no older than Sebastian contort his body in ways Jenson had never seen a body move before.
All around, servers were walking around more naked than the last carry trays of drinks. Jenson looked around, trying to find a woman, but he couldn’t.
“Seb, is this a gay club?” Jenson asked, slightly horrified, slightly turned on.
“Yep,” Sebastian answered, popping the p.
They sat quietly after that, both enjoying the performances. Jenson was watching a guy younger than him with fluffy blonde hair and a huge smile. He was wearing a black fish net body suit but must’ve been wearing some type of underwear because Jenson couldn’t see his dick. He was wearing black high heels so tall Jenson wasn’t sure how was even standing in them.
After watching the man climb and dance and hang off the pole, for frankly not long enough in Jenson’s mind, he disappeared backstage after collecting all the money that had been thrown on stage during his performance. The next performer to come out was well built and not Jenson’s type.
Jenson wasn’t even sure when he had developed a type, but this certainly didn’t fit it. He preferred someone who was compact. He wasn’t impressed by abs and found that he preferred someone with a bit of padding. This guy was also tan. When he thought about it, imagining someone pale like Nico or Sebas-
He quickly turned to look at Sebastian as if he could read Jenson’s mind. What the fuck? Jenson thought. Surely Sebastian was his type because he was the only man Jenson had let himself do anything gay with, and Nico because he was German as well. Surely.
Jenson was looking at the table, trying not to have a gay crisis in the middle of a gay club in Amsterdam when the stripper in the fishnets appeared in front of him. Up close, Jenson could see that he was wearing blue eye shadow so dark it was almost black. So much lip gloss his lips looked see through and Jenson wasn’t sure what else becuase he had never used make up. His past girlfriends normally got ready separately from him.
“Hoi, knappe jongen, ik zag dat je mijn show leuk vond?” The boy asked in what Jenson assumed was Dutch.
“Dat deed hij,” Sebastian answered before Jenson could ask if he knew English. “Kan ik u ergens mee helpen?” Jenson didn’t know Sebastian could speak Dutch, but he supposed he wasn’t surprised; Seb knew a lot of languages.
“En wie ben jij?” The guy who Jenson still didn’t have a name for asked Sebastian with a quirk of his eyebrow. Even in Dutch, Jenson could tell it was a challenge.
“Zijn vriendje.” Jenson couldn’t understand what Sebastian had said, but the guy huffed and walked off.
“What did you say?” Jenson asked when the guy was out of earshot. Jenson watched as he approached another table. He must have been successful this time because the guy he was talking to got up and followed him through a curtain.
“Just that you weren’t interested in anything,” Sebastian answered, not looking at Jenson. “Besides, if you’re interested in a lap dance, I could give you one for free,” Sebastian smiled cheekily.
“I’m sure you could,” Jenson replied before he could stop himself. He felt his face heat up but hoped that in the club lighting, Sebastian couldn’t tell.
“Hmm.” Sebastian’s eyes were flicking all over Jenson’s face. When he looked Sebastian in the eyes, he saw something he couldn’t decipher. Amusement mixed with arousal, perhaps. Before Jenson could think too much about it, he felt Sebastian’s hand cupping his cheek. “Do you want me to help with that?” Sebastian’s gaze flicked down quickly to Jenson’s bulge, which he was determined to ignore. “Tell me to, and I will.”
“Not here,” Jenson said, shaking his head and looking around the room. While it was dark and no one had come up to them yet, he still knew it wasn’t a good idea.
“Hotel or Bathroom?” Sebastian asked, putting his free hand very high on Jenson's thigh. Jenson sucked in a breathe. Thinking about it. The bathroom would be dirty, and anyone would be able to hear what was going on, but if they went back to the hotel, Jenson was sure he would lose his nerve.
“Bathroom?” Jenson said, but it came out more like a question. Sebastian smirked quickly, squeezing Jenson’s thigh before standing up and heading to the bathroom. Jenson followed a minute later.
The bathroom was cleaner than Jenson expected, but it was still a public bathroom. The floor was sticky and the air smelt like stale piss. Before Jenson could think too much about it, he was pulled into a stall. Sebastian’s lips were finally on his. Sebastian’s lips were dry and chapped but also so soft. Jenson tilted his head to get a better angle, and when Jenson felt Sebastian's tongue, he opened his mouth, letting Sebastian explore.
Kissing Sebastian was different to every other kiss Jenson had ever had before. For starters, Seb was a guy; the stubble from not shaving for a few days was prickly around Jenson’s mouth, and the normal gentle hands he was used to were now strong and insistent. Sebastian tugged lightly on Jenson’s hair when Jenson gently bit his bottom lip.
“Oh mein Gott Jenson,” Sebastian moaned as they pulled away to take a breath. Sebastian didn’t give Jenson much time to breathe, though, before he was mouthing at Jenson's jaw and down to his neck. Sebastian pulled down Jenson collar and started to suck a bruise that Jenson hoped would last till Mark could see it.
He wasn’t sure where that came from but a possessive part of himself was glad Mark had fucked up wherever was happening with him and Sebastian because it lead them here.
Sebastian was now on his knees, mouthing at Jenson through his jeans. “Please, Seb.” Jenson wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but Sebastian undid his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers now in one go.
“You’re much bigger than I thought you would be,” Sebastian said, circling Jenson's shaft and giving it an experimental tug. Jenson couldn’t help the moan he let out. He watch’s Seb smile and lean forward to kiss the head of his dick. Jenson’s hips jerked forward before he could stop. Seb giggled. “Calm down, I’m getting there.”
“Okay,” Jenson answered stupidly, Seb smiled bigger licking a strip up both sides of Jenson’s dick before sucking at the head. This time, Jenson is watching Seb closely, so he was prepared and doesn’t jerk forward. Seb starts softly sucking and licking at his slit and the rest that doesn’t fit in his mouth he jerks off. He slowly sinks lower, and once he has it all down, he looks up at Jenson through his eyelashes.
“You’re so beautiful,” which is true. Sebastian on his knees with a dick in his mouth and tears in his eyes was one of the most beautiful things he had seen. Once again, he silently thanks Mark. When Seb pulls off to take some deep breaths, he continues to jerk Jenson off, thumbing at his head, his other hand gently playing with Jenson’s balls.
“You can pull my hair if you want,” Sebastian said before swallowing Jenson in one move. Jenson moaned and did as Seb instructed. His hands found Sebastian's normally fluffy hair, now matted with sweat. Jenson pulled to get Seb moving again. Seb obliged and started bobbing his head in a rhythm that Jenson was not going to last long to.
“Seb, I’m close,” he warned after not long enough, he wanted Sebastian to suck his dick for rest of his life. Seb pulled off and gave Jenson a second to come back from the edge.
“Fuck my mouth,” Seb instructed closing his lip around the head of Jenson’s dick and moving his hands to the back of Jenson’s thighs to encourage him to move. Jenson didn’t need to be told twice and gently thrust into the tight heat of Seb’s mouth.
Pulling out and thrusting back in, he set a steady rhythm, enjoying Seb moaning under him. Sebastian squeezed Jenson's thighs
and pulled off.
“Schwerer, you can go harder,” he said before sucking Jenson back into the tight heat of his mouth. Jenson didn’t hold back anymore and started pounding into Sebastian’s throat. He could feel him trying not to gag, which made Jenson all the more closer. He was so close already that he didn’t know how much longer he could last when the door squeaked. Before Jenson knew it, he was coming down Sebastian’s throat. He kept thrusting through his orgasm until the pleasure turned to pain from overstimulation.
He pulled out and pulled a bunch of toilet paper off the roll and used it to clean off Seb’s face, which was covered in drool and tears. They waited silently for the man to leave, hearing the flush and tap before the door squeaked again. Sebastian was the first to speak.
“You little exhibitionist,” he teased, standing up and straightening out his hair.
“Do you want me to repay the favour?” Jenson asked, choosing to ignore the exhibitionist comment.
“I’m good, I came after you stopped treating me like I was made of glass,” Sebastian teased leaning in to kiss Jenson again, Jenson could taste himself on Seb’s tongue and felt his dick give a valiant kick. He knew he wouldn’t get hard until they were hopefully back at the hotel so he could properly fuck Seb.
“Do you wanna go back to the Hotel?” Jenson asked when they broke apart to catch their breaths.
“Let’s go now,” Sebastian said, unlocking the stall and checking his reflection in the mirror. Jenson followed suit and followed Sebastian out to the car. Never had he been more grateful that someone else had won a race.