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There was no hope to improve in the standings. Izuku would have to settle for being fourth or fifth in the Championship standings depending on how today's race ended. The pressure, the weight, the unrelenting days of this calendar year were finally coming to a close.
Mercedes was better now, with the improved sidepod designs, and Izuku's amended disposition. Izuku’s mind was already living in the upcoming months, looking forward to soaking his limbs in the hot springs near home, seeing his mother, and hopefully spending time repairing what he broke with Katsuki. Before they had to go their separate ways and get back to work again.
In Izuku's head, he had already made a deal with himself. He was going to win next season. He thought he could achieve it now. Like curtains had been lifted, and his previous championship title, while earned, wasn't something he fully deserved.
Spending time with Katsuki and teasing each other about their time apart, and who was better than whom, who had to keep up with whom, made Izuku think that his first title was because of Katsuki. Katsuki who had been playing his teammate when Izuku was at his lowest. Katsuki who had his back all this time, ensuring his success.
Today's race, the last race of the season, with Red Bull as a team already too far ahead to catch, was all about fun for Izuku and Katsuki.
Izuku sat in the second row after pulling off an impressive fast lap and placing fourth. Katsuki was right beside him, and if it weren't for the two overly successful Red Bulls taking pole and second, it would be like they were sitting beside each other at the end of their most successful Formula 2 season ever.
The air was already ripe with celebration. It was hot, sandy, and windy all at once. The cockpit was sealed in all the heat and he was sweating already, feeling water beading on his forehead and dripping down his temple before soaking into his balaclava.
Izuku glanced at Katsuki and he knew he was grinning at him. They took off behind the safety car in a slow roll before weaving to build heat in their tires. Someone's back end slipped too far as they came around behind him and Izuku shook his head a little. The sand was tricky. Always tricky. The setting sun painted the sky in beautiful shades of dusk, and Izuku focused in on the grid lines and placed himself at the ready.
The lights climbed up, one, two, three, four. Pause.
Lights out and Izuku had the perfect start. With the two Red Bulls, Sommer and Serra defending against Katsuki's lunging attack into turn one, Izuku went around the outside of all three cars, narrowly missing the endplate of the bravely diving McLaren behind him. Debris scattered into the air from someone making contact that he couldn’t quite make out in his rearview. But he didn't care, because suddenly there was clean air and all he had to do was reach out and grab it.
Sommer and Serra weren't giving up without a fight. Sommer fought with Katsuki on turns seven through thirteen, leaving Izuku only half a second ahead and now it was a duel. He knew he wouldn't win it, the Mercedes' was built as lesser, worse on corners and without DRS right now, he was not going to be able to pull away.
He couldn't, but the pace he maintained was brilliant and blinding. Gravity pulled him this way and that, but he met every apex with precision. His body worked with the car like the machine was an extension of him. It felt exhilarating when it fell into place. When DRS was finally allowed, after enough laps had been completed, Izuku knew he'd have to relent, but not without a fight.
Swerving left on the straight as the Red Bull accelerated forward, he hindered his attack just enough to hold him off into turn one. Then through to turn four, he wove and bounced, his tire hitting the kerb as he tried to fend him off. Once they were back onto the straight, he could see nothing in his rearview but the bright blue helmet and he knew he'd lost it; the advantage.
Serra’s Red Bull, once its wings were open and its battery was deployed, was gone.
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest. Now it was his turn to help Katsuki. If they were going to battle for second and third together, he needed to hinder Sommer enough for Katsuki to catch him.
Carefully, he kept his pace as fast as he could. He hoped the dirty air slowed Sommer’s Red Bull as much as their research had said. Those cars performed best once it was out front, even though they were the fastest car by far without that factor. Katsuki wasn't letting him go without a fight.
Izuku could see the red of his Ferrari darting around corners, lunging, chasing, hunting.
Silently, Izuku cheered for him. When Sommer inevitably caught up to Izuku, Izuku got to work.
He made himself as wide as possible. Took every turn and straight in the exact line that Sommer would take. He defended as though his life depended on it. And Katsuki took full advantage of it. With Izuku keeping Sommer at bay despite the Red Bull’s open wing on the straights, Katsuki was able to use his own DRS, and he shot by them into the turn following a straight, diving ahead of Izuku who, thanks to Katsuki, now had DRS on the following straight.
Together, they kept momentum. Izuku was like his shadow. Every perfect move Katsuki made, Izuku did too. He wasn't fighting Katsuki right now, he was fighting to get away from Sommer, and to stay within a second of Katsuki so his wing would open on every straight they were granted the blessed advantage of less air resistance.
White smoke puffed out from the back of the Red Bull, visible by the harsh night lights around the track because the sun was long gone, and only a deep orange tint grazed the horizon.
Sommer got small, fast.
"Reports coming in?" Izuku asked Hatsume. Silence for two long seconds, then static.
"Red Bull reporting engine failure," Hatsume didn't contain her excitement. It meant Mercedes had a shot at second or third. All Izuku had to do was fight Katsuki. Excitement bubbled in his chest and he had to swallow a laugh. Yellow light blinked around the track as the virtual safety car was deployed to allow for the removal of the carcass.
Izuku came back to the back of Katsuki's red Ferrari and he let it build inside him. The joy. The anticipation. The hunger.
Red Bull came away as Constructors Champions, Serra was a brand new World Champion, Sommer was third, Katsuki placed second, Izuku placed fourth, followed by Iida and Shouto Todoroki.
Ferrari and Mercedes were only five points apart for second place in the Constructors title. Ultimately, Ferrari was ahead.
As Izuku and Katsuki shared the podium for the last time of the season, Izuku knew everything would be okay.
News broke of Shouto Todoroki’s severance of contract as Izuku tuned out his team’s celebratory party.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was how well he knew Katsuki. But the impact would surely mean that tonight’s celebrations with Ferrari would be slightly bitter. He texted Katsuki quickly, his fingers moving before he even made the conscious choice.
Come to my room?
His phone lit his face and burned his eyes, too bright in the low light of the party room. He looked around and everyone was inebriated enough that they wouldn’t notice he was gone, right?
Izuku didn’t respond. He just left. His screen lit up again. 4420 .
The elevator ride was too long, but he made it and walked determinedly through the carpeted halls, searching for the number. He knocked, and the door immediately opened.
Izuku knew Katsuki didn’t love him as a friend . Izuku knew Katsuki knew Izuku loved him back. And this was their moment.
Katsuki pulled Izuku to him by the nape of his neck, and their mouths collided.
Katsuki pushed Izuku to the wall and kicked his door shut, then suddenly he was laughing.
“I don’t know why I denied loving you,” Katsuki shook his head and pressed his forehead to Izuku’s. “I love you, nerd.”
“I love you, too,” Izuku grinned. Katsuki’s lips tasted of orange juice, sweet and tangy. Their tongues met and tangled together, Izuku desperate to breathe him in as deeply as he could.
Eagerly, Izuku dragged his nails through Katsuki’s hair, the sandy sound of it filling the empty spaces between their pants. Wrestling for shared air, Izuku pushed Katsuki away and looked at him, dazed.
“I want to fuck you,” Izuku said with assertiveness he wasn’t aware he contained. Katsuki bit the corner of his lip and then grinned wide.
“Finally,” Katsuki grabbed his forearm and dragged him to the bedroom.
Katsuki grabbed his hips to steady him, then he sat on the edge of his bed. He unbuckled Izuku’s pants and undressed him, slipping his hot palm onto Izuku’s cock and holy fuck .
“Kacchan!” Izuku gasped as Katsuki’s rough tongue dragged against his head, licking up all the precome that had slicked itself there.
Katsuki’s lips popped off his leaking head as he kissed him. Izuku’s knees buckled. “Relax, Deku,” Katsuki kissed his shaft, looping his fingers around his girth, “Let me take care of you.”
All of Izuku’s senses felt on fire. He couldn’t believe Katsuki’s mouth was sucking him in, cheeks caving in as his red eyes looked tearily up to see Izuku’s reactions. He couldn’t process the wet, hot, muscular feel of his tongue and cheeks surrounding him, swallowing him, the way Katsuki’s throat tightened when he gagged as Izuku thrust involuntarily. He couldn’t believe the sounds Katsuki was making, moaning because Katsuki’s other hand was working along his cock which he had set free through the dexterous undoing of his own pants.
“I want to feel you tighten around me,” Izuku managed to pant out, fighting the tightening of his balls and the electricity zapping through him with every skilly stroke and suck of Katsuki’s mouth.
Katsuki grinned, spit shiny on his chin and cheeks as he lay back and shoved off his trousers.
“Don’t you have to prep?” Izuku eyed his hole hungrily, already pink and puckering. As if to answer, Katsuki slipped his fingers in and pulled out a string of beads. Izuku was entranced, and almost fell onto the bed in need.
“I was planning on having some fun tonight,” Katsuki reached for lube that was already on the covers, “My own little celebration.”
Izuku didn’t wait to be asked. He climbed on top of Katsuki and pressed himself against the length of his body. They kissed, the air becoming hot and thick as they touched, and touched, hands exploring like they had found each other after being lost at sea.
Their hips met, cocks sliding beside each other into the hardness of their hips. Izuku, finally having the confidence in himself and eager to try, looped his hands around them both and began stroking them together.
Pleasure wiped his mind to a blank state. His breath became shaky as Katsuki looked down and pressed his hand to Izuku’s tightening his grip and strengthening Izuku’s strokes.
If they continued this way, Izuku would never get to feel his hole grip him, and all Izuku wanted was to fill him. With strength he didn’t know he had, he pulled away, grabbed Katsuki’s thighs and flipped him. He pulled his ass up by his hips and then drank him in.
Katsuki’s hole gaped, pink and wide. Katsuki was panting, his focus, grin, smile, all wiped off his face as he waited for Izuku to fill him.
Sinking into Katsuki Bakugou short-circuited Izuku’s brain. He had to still himself, waiting for Katsuki to adjust to him as he adjusted to the tightness, the heat.
“ I love you, ” Izuku whispered earnestly, the sight before him beyond his wildest imagination. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” Katsuki groaned back as he wound his hips slightly. “Now will you just fuck me already?”
Izuku didn’t last a minute.