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After their second attempt at sexy times Isack can’t help congratulating himself a little. Everyone had had a good evening, and even though Franco hadn’t finished from his dick only, he had just wrapped a set of warm fingers around Isack’s wrist.
”Should I use my mouth?” Isack had blurted out, knowing embarrassment was flaming on his cheeks.
”Do you want to do that?” Franco’s body was restless, dancing on the verge of an orgasm, but his eyes were calm, when their gazes locked.
”I do but… But not yet.”
He had gone to Reddit, wanting tips how to please his omega orally, but he wasn’t remembering any of the instructions on that moment, when the soft nudity of Franco’s body was so welcoming against his own.
”I’m looking forward to it then”, Franco grinned, his good mood sparkling.
”Even if it’s going to be bad?”
”Baby. You don’t know what even imagining your tongue in me does to me.” He kissed the tip of Isack’s nose, the beta giving a smile at the gesture.
”Don’t worry your pretty head, love. We can learn. It’s okay.” The omega guided his fingers where he was so soft and wet. Isack learned, him crooking one of his fingers bringing a lovely moan on the omega’s lips. Franco had never been making a number of having more sexual experience, and he was only trying to help Isack to feel more comfortable and safe.
They had showered together, and cuddled up in fresh t-shirts and underwear, both wanting to be close. Isack had breathed in the clean scent of a calm omega, feeling fierce about keeping Franco safe.
In the morning Franco had seemed unusually worried, fussing with their things, his careful fingers brushing the shoulders of Isack’s sweatshirt.
”Baby?”
”Are you coming back tonight?”
Franco had had terrible fears, the omega wondering if Isack still wanted them after getting his dick wet.
”Of course. We were talking about getting a dinner in your room, right?” He had been eyeing restaurant listings for places doing take-out, and wanted to get flowers too.
”Yeah. The date is still on.”
So everything seems to be going well until he is face to face with his chalk white boyfriend who is pulling Isack into his hotel room without saying a word.
The words still aren’t coming, when they stand in the privacy of the room. Isack takes off his jacket, and hangs it before approaching the omega. He stays quiet, just reaching out, and lightly touching Franco’s cheek.
The omega nuzzles into the touch, closing his eyes, and breathing Isack in.
”Baby, I can’t help if I don’t know what is going on.”
He is responding in Spanish first, and even though Isack adores his partner telling him pretty things in his native language, they have to get forward.
”Try to speak English.” It’s still a plea, not an order.
Isack is honest to himself, and knows his tendency to worry outside the car and track. He is replaying the events from the last weeks, wondering if his own behavior has been a driving force behind this emotional display.
He tries being a good boyfriend, listening to his partner, and arranging small surprises. The last few days had been intense, but they had been texting a lot, and met for quick coffees at the Racing Bulls hospitality. They had been roped into doing a quick social media video too, people always being curious about the ”bromance”.
”I need you to go to the pharmacy for me.”
”Why?” Maybe he is sick, not feeling good about going out in such a state, but in that case he’d have the help from his team to use. Isack doesn’t mind doing Franco a favor, but the wildness in the Argentinian’s eyes makes his mouth dry and hands tingle.
”I need a pregnancy test. Two. Or make it three, I want to be sure.”
”Of course I’ll go, but…” Isack and his beta sperm are not supposed to be able to do this thing Franco is worrying about, biting his bottom lip too hard.
”I don’t know. I have felt funny. I don’t want to go to the team.” Yet.
”Or I’m coming too. I can’t breathe here.” He picks up a hoodie, a red one that actually belongs to Isack. Quietly they leave the room, grateful when no familiar faces are present in the corridor or the lobby.
”What made you think you might be…?” Isack is putting his hands on the steering wheel, wondering if he is actually in the condition to control a car in traffic right now. Following the routine is comforting though.
”I don’t know. I don’t feel like myself, and everything comes back to the same idea. It might be nothing.”
About ten minutes later he is parking on a small shopping street, his neck sweaty under his collar, when he thinks about doing what he has to do. For Franco. Everything for Franco.
”I’m sorry I’m making you to do this, but I can’t be seen there, getting pregnancy tests. Here, let me give you some cash.” Franco is taking out his wallet, and pulling up some euros, but Isack puts his hand on the omega’s forearm.
”It’s okay. Put your money away. I can buy you things. It’s not a problem.” He’d like to kiss Franco, soothe the worry in his eyes, but even behind the tinted car windows it doesn’t seem safe.
He is overwhelmed, body immediately wanting to flee when he has crossed the threshold to the small pharmacy, but it doesn’t matter. He is allowed to have his not so mature feelings about the situation he is experiencing. The only important thing is getting his purchase done, and helping Franco.
Isack is wandering a little at first though. Band-aids. Band-aids are useful. He puts a box in his small basket, and keeps going. On the cosmetics shelf he picks up a hand cream smelling of roses, thinking Franco might like it. Then some tissues and a small box of sour candies before his stop at the pregnancy shelf.
The beta woman at the counter only gives him a standard customer smile, and wishes for a nice day, when Isack takes his paper bag, and receipt. He walks the short distance to the car, but that’s not the end of their little shopping trip.
”Would you get me a chocolate milkshake too?” Franco’s smile is sheepish. Like Isack would even imagine saying no. He lets the car door close again, and turns right, heading to the coffee shop.
He returns with a milkshake for Franco, and an iced tea for himself. Again something else has caught the omega’s attention.
”I’d like to go and sit at the harbor for a while.”
”Are you sure?”
”Yes… If I’m.. If it’s… We can sit there for half an hour.”
They find a free bench, and sit down, watching the majestic yachts, and the carefree people in their light summer clothes. Franco takes sips of his milkshake, his face twitching at every young child passing by.
A tiny toddler falls right in front of them, scraping her knee. Franco is up immediately, comforting the kid until her mother reaches them.
”Oh God. She is too fast.”
Only a person knowing him as well as Isack understands that the smile on Franco’s face is closer to a grimace. He is not judging the mother whose attention had loosened for a blink. Being close to any young child is just a little too much right now.
He returns to Isack, quickly touching his hand.
Franco has had enough of sea air, and people watching. Shoulders bumping softly together they walk to the car.
”I’m nauseous.”
Isack is reaching for a forgotten plastic bag on the back seat, but the omega breathes in and out slowly. ”I think it’s just nerves.” Nerves and perhaps a little something else too, but Isack would likely taste bile in his mouth too if he let his thoughts touch that topic.
”Is there any water?” The omega’s voice is weak, distressed. Isack is always carrying a bottle of water with him. It’s warm, the taste of plastic touching Franco’s tongue, but he seems grateful.
It really isn’t Isack’s day, so of course they have to bump into a familiar pair right before the safety of his room. They are both in team wear, just as smooth and collected as always.
He doesn’t dislike Carlos Sainz Jr or Charles Leclerc.
He is only a little wary around them, considering that a perfectly sensible attitude.
Isack is convinced that if he ever broke Franco’s heart, these two would make sure that his body would stay hidden.
Charles and Franco have been close for a while now, and now the older omega is greeting Isack with a smile, and his boyfriend with a brief hug.
”Everything okay?”
Isack doesn’t like the green eyes studying his face a little too carefully. Charles is noticing the bag in Isack’s hand too, and just barely he fights the temptation to childishly hide it behind his back.
”I’m just not feeling well, but Isack is taking a good care of me.”
”That’s good to hear. Let me know if you two need anything.” He kisses Franco’s cheek, and goes.
Franco watches after the other omega, Isack putting a gentle hand on his back, and taking his attention.
”Should we go?”
”Yeah, yeah.”
”What do you want?” Franco is asking behind the closed door, his eyes burning Isack’s face.
”What do you mean?”
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”We will find an alpha. Alex maybe. Or Carlos.”
Isack’s word wouldn’t have enough weight at an abortion clinic. Franco would need an alpha to back him up if he wanted to terminate the pregnancy.
”Or sorry. It’s your decision what you want to do. Of course.” Maybe he had taken his thought process a little too far a little too fast, but the omega looks only thoughtful.
”You won’t force me to keep it if I’m pregnant.”
They should find out if he truly is pregnant at first, but he is not going to stop Franco from asking his questions.
”I wouldn’t force you to do anything. Except if you weren’t in the right head space, and it was for your own physical or mental safety.”
Isack doesn’t want to have a kid at his age, and with his intense lifestyle. It’s not something he has even considered given his beta status.
”I’m not wanting to start a family right now.”
”And what if it happened anyway?”
”I would take the responsibility.” It would be messy, a hell breaking loose if the press got a hint of the situation, but Isack wouldn’t be leaving his partner behind. He’d be there in any way Franco could allow from him. Even if it affected their relationship too much, he’d still share the stress and ensure their financial safety.
”I don’t want it. Not right now. Maybe never.” Franco exhales, staring past Isack. He is still tense, prepared for Isack taking the words back. It seems like a checkpoint, something Franco wants to carefully inspect in their relationship.
”I want you to feel free and relaxed. I wouldn’t push you to get a baby.”
There is acceptance behind those words, Isack thinks. He doesn’t give his heart away easily, and is in for a long run. If he has to choose between Franco, and this idea of pups, he chooses Franco.
He wants the two of them, exploring the world together, and growing together, one day being as in sync as Charles and Carlos.
He wants to put his bite on that gorgeous neck.
”I think you should go and take the test, love”, Isack is gently pushing him with his words now. Franco stands up, but leans immediately down, wanting the last hug.
”It doesn’t matter what the result is. The world is not ending with this. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Seconds tickle by, and Isack’s mind is reacting by making a list with neat little boxes, wondering how they could control the public storm, who he should and could call, and ask them to help the pair.
The door is pushed open, Franco walking out carefully, his knees likely weak under his body.
”Not pregnant.” He is sounding a little wet, relieved.
Not a sting of sadness, when he hears the news, understanding their routine definitely wouldn’t be changing now.
He hugs Franco close, pulling the omega into his lap.
”I’m sorry I freaked you out too. I was perhaps making too quick conclusions.”
”We had to check, love. I want to support you, when you are worried about something even if it’s an imaginary baby.”
Franco chuckles at that, and now the tears are real, little drops in his eyelashes.
”Fuck.”
Isack lets the omega hide his face in his neck.
”I didn’t even want it. I think I’m just overwhelmed.”
”It’s okay. I can’t imagine how that idea worries you.”
”Thank you.”
”For what?”
Franco finds the eye contact.
”For never saying that I’m too much or too omega. Not everyone is as calm about things as you.”
Franco doesn’t even have the strongest omega instincts. They had sailed in the winds together, learning what it meant to build this relationship. He is used to Franco’s nest building, knowing warm and soft makes him happy, but Isack has tried to keep himself from fighting Franco’s battles for him.
A couple of times he has stepped in though, the growl tasting of iron in his mouth, and showing his teeth at some alpha who has been playing deaf, and thinking you can freely touch a pretty thing like Franco.
Being an omega doesn’t make him any weaker than a beta, or an alpha. It’s only different.
Uncomfortable shivers travel down his spine. He hates the idea of someone poking at their partner’s self-esteem, giving them a feeling that they have to change to be loved.
”You are just enough.”
They lie down, holding each other like anchors in the eye of a storm. Isack brings his hand on Franco’s cheek, his fingertips finding the wetness there.
”Baby?” he is asking.
”I’m okay. Just a little sad. Hold me.”