Chapter Text
Like a fucking deer in the headlights.
But, then again, when that phrase is uttered no one thinks of a deer do they?
Not of the red blood that paints the front bumper of a car, the smell of thick iron that sticks to your skin.
Raw-hid, and viscera that gets caught in the air intakes, in the wires, in the panel seams.
The rot of meat that makes one’s nose wrinkle.
The head of the animal twisted, maybe bashed in, bones mal-placed from the high-speed impact; Eyes still wide as the phrase so often reminds.
And fuck, his eyes looked just like that.
“Fuckin’ teenager, isn’t he.”
The Aussie's voice adjacent to a drawn back snarl.
“Old enough to drink, unless Christian's gone over and bent that far, yeah?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” The Aussie exhaled in a poor excuse for a laugh, barely audible over the thundering music of the venue. The lights darted on his face. His hand twisted around the sticky whiskey glass, said whiskey doing a fantastic job at burning a hole through his tongue. Though after maybe a few to many excused-by-celebration glasses it take the intended effect.
The man next to him, scoffing as he set down his own glass onto the even-stickier bar, knocked a hand against Mark’s shoulder. Muttering something along the lines of: “See ya in the garage.” Mark raising his glass in agreeance, if he’d been in most of his own-right-mind he would have felt guilty about barely remembering the man’s name. But to be fair, it was a new year and he’d gone over the pleasures of meeting the new flood of people Christian had hired to oversee the car’s construction. And well, whiskey tends to blur faces that were once clear when you first shook their hands. Yeah. New year, new people.
Mark’s eyes narrowing, gaze flicking. His brain unconsciously and declaredly searching again for the man-- boy in the sea of people dressed in red and blue, adored with logos of th-- His team.
Ah. There he was. The boy’s face was heavily flushed, just like it had been when Mark had last spied him; Maybe even more so now. Brownish-Golden curls framing his head like a halo, even if said halo was most likely soaked in champagne from the countless celebrations that were punctuated with a spraying of the beverage. Despite the distance, Mark could tell the boy was horribly drunk; Clinging onto the bodies nearest to him. Grin wide as he spoke, accent surely much thicker with whatever liquor he’d chosen to swallow.
The Aussie taking another sip of his drink. It tasted worse now, if possible. Tongue curling between his teeth. His gaze ripping up and down the figure of the other man. Scorning even detail. The navy shirt that stuck the german’s thin shoulders, skimming down to his much too thin waist-- near girlish in proportion. They said that drivers had to be light, kept on strict diets and such to keep every extra kilo off, seemed that Sebastian had taken that in stride in his already small lithe stacher. Something itching in Mark’s stomach, deep in his gut. Eyes scanning the glimpse he’d gotten of the way the younger man’s jeans hugged his legs. Shit. The Aussie averted his gaze. No. That was not a way to think. Even the resembling of an innuendo made the man cringe as he down the rest of his whiskey.
“Mar-k,” Fucking Shit. He was right, the boy’s voice was so heavily slurred it made the Aussie’s nose wrinkle. How he’d made his way through the crowd so quickly, and why he’d chosen to waltz over and hang himself off the bar next to Mark was next to anyone's guess.
“Sebastian.”
“You’re so f- hic - unny how you say my n - ame,” The boy was giggling, nearly fully supporting himself on the sticky edge of the bar. Accent thick, eyes clouded and shiny all at the same moment.
“Sure, mate,” The German was blinking slowly at him, all innocent. Mark was doing his best to carefully ignore the boy’s gaze. Hand holding tightly to his glass, hoping that it would magically refill and could once again distract himself.
“Mate? Mate, mate ma-te,” At this point the boy was practically babbling to himself, doing a poor job of mimicking Mark’s own accent. Leaning closer to the taller man, smile so wide it threatened to split his cheeks open.
“You sound like a gull,”
“N-no, I sound like youuu,” Sebastian dragging out the last word as he blinked up at Mark, a glint of something in his crystal eyes.
“Little shit,”
“You only hate me because I’m -hic- faster than you,” It felt like a snack was coiling in Mark’s belly now. Something ugly. His knuckles now clasped white around his glass, threatening to crack it and send shards of glass into his palm.
“Fuck off, mate,” The last word was soaked in venom. Teeth grit.
“You do, they all hate me too,” The German's voice was cracking now, his smile lopsided, expression starting to fall apart. Hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the bar. “They all want me to crash, to burn up, like-- like a shooting star, or --” The words dripped from his mouth, trembling, lips all shiny. It would have been disgusting, it was, to watch the boy grovel like this, like he was begging the older man to whisper in his ear how much Mark really did hate him. Sebastian's voice broke as a hiccup bubbled up front his throat. His whole body was trembling now. Looking even smaller than he had before. It was almost-- almost worth Mark’s pity.
“Go cry to someone else, Sebastian,” The boy’s eyes were made of glass now, welled with tears. His cheeks an ugly mottled pink. Mark refused to meet the boy's broken gaze. Slamming his glass down on the bar and turning sharply. Elbowing his way through the throngs of people, music pounding in his ears. Leave. Go back. Go. Mark’s internal dialog was having a war of impulses. Almost daring to make him once again spin on his heel and march back to the other driver. But, no. What would he do anyway? Apologize? Hug the boy as he cried? Kiss him? Slap him? Fuck him? No-- Mark’s hands clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms. His whole body felt like it was on fire, his vision blurry around the edges.
Finally breathing in the fresh outside air as he escaped out the backdoor of the club. The night cool, already nipping on his ears as stood from a long moment, eyes narrowed. One of his hands digging into his pocket to search for his keys. He very well knew he was much too drunk to get behind a wheel, and quite honestly, he didn’t much care.
The engine roared to life, purring as it settled. Hands steady at the wheel. Mark sucking in a breath, yeah-- Easy.
He did make it back to his hotel; The valet looking briefly horrified as the Aussie stumbled out of his car. But, as Mark figured, the man was paid enough to keep his mouth shut. Shoving his keys and a crumbled 50 into the man’s hand. Barley registered the walk to the elevator, supporting himself on the handrails inside it, staring at the much too lavish floor swaying beneath him, then subsequently the trudge to his room. Fumbling with the lock. Once inside, he once again paused. Something like rage, disgust-- want, bubbling up from his gut. The Aussie could feel every muscle in his jaw tense. Barley registered that his hands had grabbed one of the decorative little vases that hotels of this caliber like to put out on the entrance tables. The pottery shattering against the thickly carpeted floor.
The Aussie stepped over the mess carelessly, shoes crunching against some of the residual pieces. If it wouldn’t have gotten he fired, ousted, released from his job, sacked, fined, etc. He would have gladly done the same to every single thing in the room. Pictures, laps, the chair that sat idling in the corner of the room, the mirror. Everything. Hell if he wasn’t still a moment away from doing it regardless. His own clothes still stained with the smell and stickiness of the club, not that he cared. Shrugging off the Red Bull suit jacket that Christian had insisted he wear to keep up appearances. Left in a wrinkled white shirt, and dark blue slacks. He didn’t even bother to take off his shoes before collapsing onto the crisp white sheets of his bed. Fuck everything, including that little german shit.
Knock. Knock
KNOCK.
It very well sounded like someone was trying to break in the door. Mark muttering swears to himself as he pushed himself up on the bed. Blinking at the clock on the bedside table. Not even an hour after he’d passed out. Vision still blurry from a nasty combo of sleep and liquor. Face already set in a nasty scowl. Who ever the fuck this was better have an reason, and a damn good one.
“ Ma r k?”
Oh. oh, fuck off.
The Aussie’s face contorted in an even nastier expression. Eyes dark, chest tightening. The man- Boy, standing in front of him looked pathetic. Small and pale and shivering. Big blue crystal eyes blinking up at him, tears had clearly already stained his pinkish cheeks.
“What the fuck do you want.” It wasn’t a question.
“I- just wanted to- see you,” The younger man sniffled, arms folded over his bird-bone chest. The Aussie’s jaw flexed. Hand darting out to lock in the younger man’s hair, dragging him in so close they were practically nose to nose, the younger man squealing as he stood on his tiptoes in an effort to relieve the pain that shot through his scalp. Eyes so wide they looked like a dolls.
“Who the fuck do you think you are,” Sebation whimpered again, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Gaze darted between the Aussie’s darkening eyes and the man’s growling mouth. But there was something that sparked behind his blue dolled-up innocent eyes. Something with fangs, something that was desperate and hungry and needy.
“A world champion,”
The German’s moment of confidence cut short as the taller man dragged him inside of the room, slamming the door shut behind him; Hotel Staff Be Damned. The younger man tripped over his own feet, crashing onto the floor. A genuine cry of pain escaping the German, curling on on himself as the broken pottery that Mark had all but forgotten about sliced through the boy's hands and forearms. Not deep, but enough for blood to start trickling from the injuries all while Mark’s hand once again locked in the boy’s golden curls; Dragging him up and forcing himself to balance on his knees in front of the Aussie, face level with the older man’s lower stomach, eyes at his belt line. Sebastian's mouth was hanging open, maybe in surprise, maybe in pain, Mark didn’t care. Hands clasped around his middle, blood starting to seep into the fabric on his shirt, whole body trembling. It was almost certain the small bits of pottery in the carpet were now threatening to cut into his knees withrough his jeans, the German shifting - a whine low in his throat.
“How’d you find me?” If it was any other time, Sebastian would have rolled his eyes at the Aussie. A smirk across his young face. Instead, the boy whined again. Neck straining as his head tilted further up, hand still locked tight in his hair.
“S-ucked off the man at the front desk to tell me your room number,” It was said almost like a question, a weak joke, soft and muttered, letters slipping on the sharp edges of the boy’s accent. Mark scoffed.
“Is that how you get everyone to like you?” The words made the boy flinch. “Getting on your knees at every opportunity? ” Sebastian’s gaze darted from Mark to the floor, to the wall and back. Arms hugging himself tighter. “Must not be very good at it. Considering everyone still hates you.”
“N- no , I- don’t, I’m good, I--,”
“Shut the fuck up,” Sebation flinched hard. A rivulet of droll trickling down his chin. Pathetic. One of his hands shakily moved to grab at Mark’s pant leg. Clutching at the fabric.
“ ’m good, I, - promise,” The words said in a whimper, like the younger man was trying in earnest to make Mark believe him. Like he wanted to prove it. Needed to. Mark let out a sharp breath as he felt Sebastian lean in, nuzzling against his hip, mouthing over the fabric covering the Aussie’s dick; Which twitched. Something curling in the older man’s gut, he was all things considered still mostly soft. Blood yet to find its way south. But the German didn’t seem to care, too busy trying desperately to, to --- Mark didn’t care. Mind battling between the option of pushing the younger man away, or tugging him closer. The ladder won out, hand still holding onto the golden curls pulling the boy forwards. More friction between his dick and the boy’s mouth, despite the fabric barrier. Sebastian warbled something and tilted his head in a poor attempt to catch a breath, eyes squeezed shut.
“Is this why you showed up?” Mark’s voice low, growling as he braced his other arm against the wall beside him. “So you could end up on your knees? No one at the club to your liking? Or maybe they kicked you out in the cold didn’t they, Sebastian, like the little bitch you are.” The German didn’t seem to even half register what the Aussie was saying; hand pulling at Mark’s pant leg. Voice cracking as he repeated “Bitte , Mark , Bitte,” under his breath.
Mark wasn’t faring much better in all honesty. Jaw still set tight as he watched Sebastian's hand move up his leg, clumsily trying to undo the Aussie’s trousers. Instead of batting the younger man’s hand away, which is what he should have most likely done, the older man grunted out a swear and braced his fingers harder in the boy’s hair. Sebastian finally managed to undo the man’s trousers, pulling down his boxers and letting out a frankly pathetic whine as he stared at Mark’s half-flaccid dick. Only a moment of hesitation from the German before he darted forward, taking the head of the cock into his mouth. Sucking hard at it, tongue flicking along the underside. Shuffling forwards on his knees as he swallowed down the whole length of the cock, which was rapidly hardening in his mouth. Sebastian’s nose buried in the Aussie’s dark pubic hair as he whined around the man’s cock, gagging slightly as it stretched out his throat. Drool already seeping out of the side of the German’s mouth, eyes scrunched closed and hand clawing at Mark’s thigh; the older man’s hand solid on the back of his head, keeping him in place despite the gagging that made Sebastian's body jolt and shiver.
The boy’s eyes flying open, desperately looking up at the man. Tears glistened in the corners and threatened to spill down his flushed cheeks, as the blood from his hand further stained the fabric of Mark’s pant leg. The already dark fabric turned sticky and wet as the boy dug his nails hard into the flesh of the Aussie’s leg through the fabric. The Aussie letting out a grunt, hips bucking into the blonde’s mouth; Sebastian, in turn, making a muffled choking nose and reeling back, spluttering as he was finally allowed to catch a breath as the cock slipped out of his mouth. A taste of salt and precome heavy on his tongue, lips shiny and already swollen.
Sebastian was panting, staring up at Mark; Whose own eyes were screwed shut. His large hand was slid down to cradle the nape of the blonde’s neck. Fingers tangled in the soft golden hairs. The German’s mind was reeling, his whole body felt like it was on fire, arms throbbing with pain alongside his knees - the broken bits of pottery digging further in with every small movement he made. Not that he really cared, focus shifted back to the Aussie, sucking in a deep breath as he moved his bloodied hand to wrap around the base of the man’s cock. The crimson smearing up the shaft as Sebastian started to slowly move his hand, pain radiating through his palm; barely suppressing a whimper as he moved to gently suck on the head of the older man’s cock. Tongue running up the slit as more precum seeped into his mouth.
Sebastian couldn’t help but focus his eyes back up at Mark, big crystal eyes blinking away tears. He looked like the picture of some sort of fucked up porno. His own blood coloring his lips an even darker crimson and he sucked down more of Mark’s dick. Gagging even though the cock was barely halfway into his warm mouth. Drool mixed with crimson as it ran down his chin and dropped onto his shirt. The German’s skin feverishly warm, his own dick trapped in the confines of his jeans and begging for attention. The boy’s free hand sliding down, beginning to palm at himself through his tight jeans; The fabric darkening with his own drying blood as he let out a long gurgling sound around Mark’s dick - Which he had managed to get even more down his throat. Making a poor attempt to suck harder as his tongue licked along the underside. Swallowing hard, the sensation making Mark’s hips buck forwards again. The Aussie seemed to be even more out of it than Sebastian was, his hand grasping losing at the younger man’s hair. Muttering something unintelligible as he drugs his nails into Sebastian's scalp; his body seeming to kick into gear as he started to slowly fuck into the German’s mouth. His pace slow, stuttered at first, then gradually picking up a sort of rhythm as the boy let his jaw go nearly slack; opening his throat - thick drool pooling in his mouth as he gurgled and choked on the Aussie’s cock.
It would have been a horribly ugly noise: The choking and spluttering, a novice attempt if the German had not been so pliable and needy for it. So eager to take nearly anything the Aussie would give him, the boy’s hand having slid from the man’s cock back to the clutch at the fabric of the dark trousers. All while his other hand was still busy between his own thighs, palming hard at his cock, sure to give himself something like carpet burn as he matched his movements with Mark’s. Squeezing and trying desperately to stroke himself through the thick layers of fabric. Sebastian could feel the man’s dark eyes roving over him, gathering in every single detail in the hotel's dim lighting. It was easy to shy away, but Sebastian couldn’t help but bask in the attention from his teammate, even now - on his knees, with drool running down his face, blood drying on his skin, tears pricking at his eyes, and a cock fucking down his throat.
“Fuckin’ shit,” The Aussie was panting, his head was spinning, how drunk he still was may have been a contributing factor. At least that is what his mind was insisting on, it didn’t have anything to do with his idiotic bratty little teammate’s stupidly warm mouth wrapped around his aching cock. And how very nerve in his body felt frayed, shrivers tracing up and down his spine as he felt something deep in his guts coil into a tighter and tighter knot - pace becoming erratic and out of time, bucking harder and faster into the boy’s slack-jawed mouth.
“Fuck you, Sebation,” Mark’s voice gravely, reverberating as the words spilled from his lips. The reaction from Sebastian, typically a snarky reply, was instead a loud whimper. The boy’s body squirming, hips jutting into the unsatisfactory friction of his own hand. As he moaned around Mark’s cock. Form shivering and twitching as he spasmed, tears rolling in full earnest down his cheeks now, bucking fruitlessly against his bloody palm for a few moments before he nearly went limp - Only just held up by Mark’s hold in his blond hair. The new glazed-over look in the German’s eyes pushed the Aussie over the edge as well, not that he would admit that. Choosing instead to squeeze his dark eyes shut, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, thrusting deeper into the hot wet tightness enveloping the length of his cock. The knot in his stomach near unbearable, finally snapping as he yanked the younger man in, feeling the boy’s nose pressed against his skin - Lips stretched and tongue lull in his drooling mouth. It was easy to imagine it was anyone else choking him down, but it wasn’t, not when he could still hear Sebastian's whimpering and whining and feel the boy’s hand clawing at his leg. Mark’s hips stuttered, thigh muscles twitching, every muscle in his body tightening. His mouth making shapeless words as he felt Sebastian swallow desperately-- pathetically as Mark came deep in his throat.
A few final sloppy thrusts as the Aussie’s mind clouded over, hand finally releasing the golden curls and letting the boy slump down in front of him, cock slipping from between his lips. Sebastian making a nose like a wounded animal as he nearly keeled over onto the carpet. Mark’s head felt like someone had taken a vice to his temples, eyes flicking open. Daring to look down.
Sebastian’s mouth was slack, lips swollen, eyes puffy and red, face flushed; Some of Mark’s cum slipping down his chin and mixing with the drops of now dried blood and drool on his shirt. He looked wrecked-- ruined. Like a whore. Something hateful and cruel twisting in the Aussie’s gut.
“Get out.” Sebastian twitched, barely processing the words. “Get out,”
“ W-- what. . ?” The younger man’s accent was thick with drool, the ‘w’ turning into more of a ‘v’.
“Get the fuck out of here, Sebastian.” Mark refusing to look down now, his hands moving to redo his trousers. He was sure the boy was blinking up at him, expression riddled with pain and confusion; Maybe there were tears welling up in his eyes again. His big blue crystal-like eyes. That seemed to fool every single person around into following every single thing the German wanted. The picture of practiced innocence.
The boy sputtered again, his words lost in his sticky throat. Body trembling so hard he looked nearly hypothermic as he forced his limbs to move. Hands grasping loosely at the wall for support as he stood on quaking legs. Gasping as he fell into Mark. The Aussie snarled. Shoving the younger man; who collided with the wall with a loud cry of pain. His voice pleading as he repeated the Aussie’s name under his breath, cowering against the wall. Mark ignored him, hands clenched into fists as he spun on his heel. Slamming in the door leading into the bathroom behind him. Rage was building in his gut, if he had been any more unstable he would have smashed the gaudy mirror lining the wall of the room. Hands gripping hard at the edge of the sink. Only just hearing the door of his hotel room click shut, lock automatically engaging. Mark’s attention swiveled back to his reflection in the mirror. A nasty mixture of rage and guilt competing for space as they flooded through him.
What the fuck had he done?