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Max and Lando have been best friends since childhood. They never lacked ideas for fun and challenges. Since it's November, they decided to take part in No Nut November. Max and Lando were fascinated by their idea. However, their enthusiasm was not shared by Charles and Oscar.
" Max, you're an idiot! With your stupid ideas, you're not gonna fuck me for a whole month? Do I look like the Virgin Mary to you?" Charles shouted loudly
Oscar laughed, adding, "You can ask Pierre for help."
"Oscar, you're a genius! I'm sure Pierre will agree to fuck my big, big ass. "When my boyfriend plays game for 15-year-old boys" Charles whispered.
"Don't tell me about him" Max said.
"Calm down, Charles. Looking at your strengths, Max is most likely to lose in 30 minutes," Lando added.
"What did you say? Will you win because I am not attracted to you?" said Oscar, leaving a group of friends.
"I'm reccomending sex with apologize." Max yelled at Lando, who was running after Oscar.
"If you don't fuck me to the finals in Abu Dhabi, I swear I will go to Pierre, my champ," said Charles in a sweet voice.
Max and Lando, however, insisted on their own. They weren't afraid of threats from their boys. However, Charles did not like Max taking on the challenges that would affect him. He decided to play on his boyfriend and add some spicyness to the whole challenge
***
Charles
Hey, Oscar, I have a proposal for you.
Oscar
Charles, we're not gonna have sex together. I Love Lando
Charles
God, Osc, it's not about that!
Oscar
I'm sorry...
Charles
What about a small bet?
The one who first made his boyfriend lose...
Oscars
You want me to tempt Lando?
Charles
Yes! And I'm gonna provoke Max. The winner can control everything from the loser
Oscar
Sounds funny
Charles
And so it will be
***
Lestappen
It was easy at first. Max and Charles took their jobs seriously. The zero-sex rule during the race weekend was sacred to them. Max was heading to the paddock. Today was a day dedicated to the media. And for the first time, he was glad he wasn't assigned to a conference with his boyfriend. While passing by the teams' garages, he noticed quite a commotion around the Ferrari. Curious about the crowd of people, he came closer. What he saw brought him to his knees. Charles decided to wear a red vintage crop top with a large Ferrari sign on the chest. His beautiful narrow waist was exposed by low-waisted baggy pants. One thing was certain. Charles looked like a revelation. Several other drivers stood around him, complimenting his outfit.
"If I didn't know you, Charlie, I would think you were going for a wild date," Daniel laughed
"Ohh Daniel! I just want to look pretty!" Monegaque laughed
"Hey, cutie! I'm afraid I'll get the same injury as Daniel in Holland when I see you," Pierre giggled, and Max grumbled nervously.
Is the entire grid flirting with Charles right in front of his boyfriend?
Irritated, Max decided to react. He quickly walked over to Charles, placing his arm around his waist.
"Hi chéri! You look beautiful," he said cheerfully, hiding his obvious jealousy
"Hey Maxie! Do you like it?" Charles said, blinking his eyes
Fucking little devil.
"I'm very attracted to you. Are these the new Ferrari work clothes?" Max laughed
"Of course! The improvements to the car weren't working, so we invested in fashion," Charles joked.
"Charlie has a rule: 'If I don't make it to the finish line, at least they will look beautiful,' laughed Pierre, but Max wasn't amused.
"Redbull should learn from Ferrari. Redbull's shirts are terrible," Daniel laughed
"I think Charlie would look perfect even in oversized, disgusting Redbull T-shirts," Pierre said. And here Max agreed with him. But why was Pierre shamelessly flirting with his boyfriend? Already in his imagination he sent the Alpine car into the barriers.
Max knew that No Nut November would be the most difficult challenge of his career. He had eyes. Charles was perfect. But his boyfriend decided to make this challenge even more difficult for him. Difficult times await him.
***
After a whole day of talking to reporters, Max ran to Charles' room. When the boy opened the door for him, Max started kissing him. He had him pressed against the door and Charles submitted to the overwhelming kisses. Max interrupted the challenge! Charles won. Before he thought about it, Max was licking and sucking his neck. His legs lost contact with the floor. Max held him in his arms and he wrapped his legs around his waist. They moved to the bed, where Max laid him down gracefully. One of the Dutchman's hands played with his exposed nipple. The other nipple was meticulously licked and sucked.
“Fucking crop top,” Max growled between licking sessions.
Charles tilted his head back and Max played with his belly. Played is the wrong word. He sucked and licked it. It will have marks tomorrow. Charles thought. One hand gently held his waist while the other deftly unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips to help Max. He quickly took advantage of the moment by getting rid of his pants and boxers. The Dutchman masturbated him, playing with him and leaving him on the edge. All the while sucking his belly. Charles panted and moaned, his eyes slightly closed.
"Max, don't play with me," he said seriously, as best as he could form a coherent sentence.
"I wouldn't even dare, my Monaco Prince," laughed the Dutchman
He quickened his wrist and Charles was lost. Cum spilled all over his belly and Max's hand. The Dutchman licked up every drop of liquid like a hungry kitten. At the very end, he kissed him hard on the lips. Charles lay unconscious on the bed, and before he thought about Max's needs, the Dutchman was already standing at the door
.
"Good night Charlie and good luck" he said and left Monegasque's room.
Charles lay there for a moment, trying to register what had just happened. One thing was certain. His boyfriend is a fucking childish idiot. He preferred to walk out with an erection in his pants than lose the bet. But Charles won't give up. He will find a way to Max. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. He looked into the huge mirror hanging on one of the walls, and what he saw took his breath away. There were lots of hickeys on his belly. He might have expected it. However, they formed a symbol. His belly was decorated with a large "MV" made of hickeys. Max marked him with his in the most literal way.
"I will kill you, Max Emilian Verstappen," he muttered under his breath.
He took a photo of Max's "work of art" and sent it to Oscar.
Charles
《PHOTO》
Officially no more wearing crop tops :(
Oscar
HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA
HE LOSED
Charles
NO!!! HE RAN AWAY! IT IS WITH A HEARTBREAK TO INFORM YOU THAT MAX IS STILL IN THE GAME
Oscar
That's good, because I haven't even started implementing my own plan. Idiot don't even kiss me
Charles
Ask our grid Ken. He's Kenough
Oscar
Logan is not only Kenough but also very needy😈
Charles
Like Mark Webber?
Oscar
MARK WEBBER DID NOT TAKE MY VIRGINITY! THIS IS JUST A PADOCCK LEGEND!!!!
Charles
Every legend contains a grain of truth
Oscar
🖕🖕🖕
***
Landoscar
Oscar, seeing Charles' actions, also decided to act. Today they are training together with Lando. He decided to take advantage of it. Maybe he doesn't have the self-confidence like Monegaque to parade around the paddock in tempting clothes, but it's just training, right? He put on short slutty sports shorts. They perfectly emphasized his well-built thighs. Lando becomes obsessed with them. He entered the room with a sports bag slung across his hips.
"Hey Lando!" He greeted cheerfully.
"Hey Osc... What are you wearing?" He said confused
"Clothes?" Oscar teased
"Where did you buy these shorts? On www.sexykitten.com?"
"It's a gift from Logan." Oscar sighed
“Always him,” Lando grumbled
"I'll just remind you that it's your ex-boyfriend who wants to send me into the barriers," Oscar growled, starting to exercise.
"Carlos doesn't want to send you into the barriers. Oscar, honey, you're delusional." Lando sighed, stroking Oscar's shoulder
"Are you implying that I'm psychic?"
"I suggest you have nothing to worry about. Because I love you more than life itself," Lando replied and Oscar smiled.
"Yes?" Oscar laughed
"Of course"
"Show me how much," Oscar said seriously, pulling Lando over to the bench and straddling him.
"Oscar... don't play with me. Let's practice," Lando whined.
"But how? We can do another training. Exercises in pairs? Cardio in pairs?" suggested Oscar, kissing Norris' neck.
"Do you want me to lose this challenge so badly?" Lando asked.
"I think it's stupid. Why should we deny ourselves the pleasure?" Oscar asked, making a sad face
"Baby, you know how much I like to compete with Max," Lando whined
"Then beat him on the track. Stop the Redbull rivalry. Oh, your ex already did it," Oscar laughed artificially.
"Enough!' Lando shouted, kissing Oscar hard to finally shut him up.
"I like that," Oscar chuckled, kissing back
"Oscar we need to exercise, we're at the gym," Lando sighed
"Sure, just let me help you with your problem," he said, grabbing Lando's penis through his shorts and starting to massage it.
"NO!" Lando shouted, pushing Piastri off his lap and running to the shower.
“Fuck,” Oscar sighed
***
Max
How are you holding up, soldier?
Landau
Like shit...
Max
Third day of NNN. RB19 seems strangely erogenous.
Landau
Lose this and let's get this over with
Max
Max Verstappen doesn't lose, sweetie
Landau
Charlie won't be happy :(
Max
Worry about Oscar :)
Logan keeps an eye on him all the time ;)
You know, boys this age are very desperate. Hormones are raging...
Landau
Max fuck, we're not 17!
Max
A little more
***
Lestappen
He knocked on the door to Charles's room. After a while, he was greeted by his shirtless boyfriend. Max's "art" was still visible on Monegaque's belly. To which the blonde smiled to himself.
"Nice work of art on your belly. Are the Brazilian mosquitoes getting to you?" He asked innocently
"Oh that? No. He's just a Dutch idiot who doesn't know how to deal with jealousy," Charles replied sweetly
"Hey, the fact that Gasly is still alive proves that I can control my jealousy." He said defensively.
"That's what I see," Charles grumbled, letting Max into the room.
Max lay down comfortably on the bed as if he were at home. He was at home halfway through. He had the right to do so. Charles took off his jeans. And Max saw a red thong made of lace. He was playing with him again. He was testing Max's self-control again.
"It's so hot in here. I feel like an omega in the heat," Charles said seductively
"Like Ome... what?" Max asked surprised
"Omega honey. Haven't you seen these stories?" Charles asked
"Charlie, I don't have Tiktok, I use Instagram out of necessity. If it were up to me, I would delete all social media," sighed Max
"Honey, we're Gen Z and you're acting like a boomer," Charles laughed, lying on Max's chest.
"Okay, then tell me about the omegas," Max laughed
"This is a theory created for fanfiction. Its assumption is that humans have a dominance hierarchy, which is divided into dominant "alphas", neutral "betas" and submissive "omega". This hierarchy determines how people enter interacting with each other in romantic, erotic and sexual contexts," Charles began
"Baby, are you dissatisfied with our sex life?" Max asked slowly
"I've been here since November 1," he grumbled
"You know what I'm asking," Max groaned
"I'm totally in awe of you and your big cock, honey," he said sensually, which made Max happy because he pulled him in for a kiss.
"And who am I in this hierarchy?" He asked curiously
"Alpha. Dominant, jealous alpha with a huge cock. Smelling amazing," Monegaque said, kissing Max's neck
"I like it," Max chuckled.
"Omega are beautiful, delicate. Once in a while they go through a heat. Then they have a strong desire for sex. The alpha's task is to fuck them non-stop for several days. Without leaving the bed. And you know what, honey? I think I have a heat. Because I'm very horny. You're horny. Fuck me like your needy omega. I need you, Max. Alpha." Charles began to moan, rubbing against Max.
"It's a nice story, chéri, but I won't fall for it," laughed Max.
Charles laid down on top of Max. He wrapped his arms around him. He directed his hands to the boy's buttocks. He played with them, kneaded them, scratched them. He grabbed the elastic of Charles' thong and snapped it as hard as he could.
"You fucking idiot!" Charles growled
"Relieving the sexual tension Charlie," Max laughed
"Maybe Pierre will charge," Charles sighed
"Do you want more hickeys on your ass? Just to be sure." he asked
"Now I'll ask for number one. I'll be MV1," Monegaque laughed
***
Landoscar
Oscar
Logan, we're going to the shopping mall
Logan
No, I won't buy you a pink light-up vibrator that sings One Direction songs
Oscar
Jesus, you're disgusting
Wait
Are there any? And I don't know about it?
Logan
I understand you're sexually frustrated, but masturbating to "Midnight Memories" is a bad idea
Oscar
My sex life is memories
Logan
I didn't want to know
Oscar
Will you come with me? I want to buy a gift for Lando
Logan
Any watch?
Oscar
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Logan
Did you know that his birthday is during No nut November?
Oscar
By the time of his birthday there will be no more No nut november, only PFO.
Logan
What does it mean?
Oscar
Pleasure for Oscar
Logan
My life was more beautiful 10 seconds ago
Oscar
My life will be more beautiful when Lando fucks me
Logan
No comment
***
Oscar wondered what would help him convince Lando to give up the challenge. He decided to buy something extra. Lando was always supportive and knew he wanted to give him something special.
Knowing that Logan, his close friend, had good taste after all, he decided to ask him for advice. Logan (re)reluctantly agreed to help him and search the stores together.
On Saturday afternoon, Oscar and Logan went to a luxury shopping mall in the city center. Strolling through elegant corridors.
Logan started suggesting different ideas like perfume or rather love pheromones, but Oscar wasn't sure what would be ideal. Logan then suggested going to a luxury lingerie boutique as he spoke:
"Sometimes what is invisible at first glance may be the most important."
Oscar was a bit surprised by this, but after a while he decided that it was a perfect idea.
Oscar and Logan entered the boutique, where they were greeted by an elegantly dressed saleswoman. Oscar told her about his search for a gift, and the saleswoman smiled and started showing them different models of underwear. Oscar felt this could be something special.
After a long search, Oscar found a set of underwear that seemed absolutely perfect to him. It was a delicate lace and silk set that seemed as elegant as it was comfortable. Logan approved the choice and Oscar smiled and thanked the clerk for her help.
Once they left the boutique, Oscar was sure that this was a gift that would surprise, most importantly, make Lando lose NNN. He was grateful to Logan for the idea and for helping him choose.
After returning from the shopping mall, Oscar couldn't wait to show Lando his purchases. He knew the lingerie set he chose would be beautiful.
Oscar washed himself thoroughly and decided to try on the underwear to make sure it fit. Once he was ready, he opened the box and took out a delicate orange lace and silk set.
Oscar put on underwear and felt extremely elegant. The material was soft and delicate, and the lace added a bit of sensuality. Looking in the mirror, he smiled, knowing that Lando would definitely appreciate this gift.
Oscar left the room and lay down on the bed. He grabbed his phone and took a picture
Oscar
《PHOTO》
Good luck in tomorrow's race, honey <3
He put the phone on the table. The next move is Lando's.
***
Lestappen
Shit. Fucking shit. He won the race. Lando was second, but so what? Charles dropped out during the formation lap and Oscar's race wasn't looking good either.
After the trophy ceremony, Max decided to visit Charles in his hotel room. He knocked gently on the door and entered, finding Leclerc sitting at the table, leaning on his hands with a dejected expression.
Max approached and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Charlie, I know it's been a hard day, but you're not alone."
Charles looked at Max, relief appearing in his eyes.
"Thanks, Max. This is really hard for me."
Max sat down next to him. "We all have days when things don't go our way. It doesn't mean you're a worse driver. You're one of the best."
Charles smiled weakly. "Thanks, Max. I'm glad you won, you really deserved it."
Max looked at him with concern. "But I would rather have you on the podium with me. Your success is equally important to me."
Charles felt a little better seeing how concerned his boyfriend was about his well-being. "Thanks, Max. It means a lot to me."
"Let's go to bed, Honey, get some rest," Max started
"I'm not tired. We could do other interesting things," Charles said seductively
"What do you mean?" Max asked
“How can you be so damn oblivious, oh my God,” Charles mutters, shifting a little more, causing Max to slip between Charles' open legs.
Then Max realizes what is happening. He feels the hardness pressing into him, making him squirm in place.
“Fuck, I've wanted to fuck that ass for so long,” Max says, gripping Monegaque tighter to keep him from moving. He thrusts his hip forward and lets out a breathless moan into Charles' ear. A chill runs down Max's spine.
“You want to be touched, don't you, chèri? "I'm going to touch you so good," Max murmurs, running his other hand up Charles' stiff frame and squeezing his chest. Max returns to rub Charles' nipples with both hands this time since he no longer has to hold the other one in place. Charles moans and presses his thighs together as his arousal builds and his body betrays his mind. He bites his lip hard to keep from letting his desperate moans escape him.
“Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. Fuck No nut November,” Max complains and quickly lifts Charles into his arms and heads for the bed. Leclerc quickly cups his hands, too excited and just wants to be taken care of. Max lays Charles down like a porcelain doll and quickly undresses them both. He pulls his cock twice to relieve the tension, then grabs Charles by the hair and positions him near his mouth.
“Open your mouth, honey,” Max orders, to which Charles stupidly complies.
The Dutchman wasted no time in holding the boy's face in place while he licked his cock. Max pulls away. His cock is covered in sperm dripping down Charles' chin. He smears his cum all over Monegaque's pretty face, dragging his cock over it. It's dirty and the face is covered in cum, sperm and tears.
A perfect combination, Max thinks.
Pushing Charles back onto the bed, the brunette lifts his legs up, exposing his ass hole. Moving forward, he teases the wrinkled hole with his tip.
“Such a pretty hole, it makes me want to fuck you real hard,” Max says with a menacing smile, it's almost amazing. Goosebumps run up and down Charles' body at the sound of the deep, threatening voice, as if Max really meant it, and the thought is terrifying. Though his thoughts quieten when he feels the cold liquid drip straight onto his hole.
Max pushes his finger in, too impatient to brace himself properly, though Charles only clenches tighter. There's a loud slap in the room as Max slaps the boy's ass sharply, and a handprint is already appearing on Monegaque's tanned skin. He waits until Charles relaxes and pours in more lube, pushing in another finger. A moan escaped his lips. Soon Max starts scissoring him and the brunette gets used to the feeling. It's starting to feel nice. On a particularly deep thrust, Charles lets out a loud moan and electricity courses through his body as Max abuses the boy's prostate. Receiving intense pleasure from both sides as Max increases his pace and curls his fingers deliciously over his prostate, Charles comes, white streams covering his chest, some falling onto his chin. Max doesn't stop until Charles is milked dry and his cock is soft in his grip. Charles, too fucked up to move, his body going limp screams and lets the Dutchman do anything with his body. Removing his fingers, Max lines up his cock at her entrance and lowers it completely in one go.
“As tight as a fucking sleeve,” Max groans.
Without any delay, he begins fucking his warm hole at an unrelenting pace, thrusting his hips forward as his balls slap against Charles' hole.
“I wanted to fuck you before. When I saw you on the paddock in that slutty crop top. Or when you put on that lace thong. "You nasty monkey," Max grunts between thrusts as Charles lies limp like a doll, too tired to care about the sharp pain shooting through his spine.
It didn't take long for Max to burst into Charles' ass, covering his walls white. He pulls out to see the spurt of cum and can't stop himself from slapping the brunette's hole, watching the boy squirm as a smear of cum covers the sheets.
"How are you feeling, honey? Is everything okay?" Max asked with concern, combing through Charles' curls.
"Happy. Fulfilled. Pampered," Charles laughed
"This challenge was stupid. I'm so sorry," Max sighed
"Oh come on. How about a second round? I'll ride you! Your sexy muscled thighs. And you fix up your hickey tattoo," Charles said sensually
Max responded by sitting Charles on his thighs and kissing him deeply.
***
Landoscar
After all his media duties, Lando decided to go to Oscar's room. It was already late and he hoped he would find him there. He knew about the failed Oscar race. His sadness was palpable at the drivers' briefing.
When he entered the bedroom, he found him lying on his back in bed, one leg bent over the covers. There was enough light in the dimness of the early morning to see his eyes travel down Oscar's bare leg to the orange, lace underwear he was wearing.
Lando wet his lips as he walked across the floor to where Oscar's head rested on the pillow, his hair flowing.
"Are you awake, honey?" he whispered, brushing his hair away from his forehead.
Oscar gave no sign that he heard him, so Lando took off his jeans and pulled back the covers to climb on top of him.
He really was so beautiful - his whole body was completely relaxed, his lips were loose, and his thick eyelashes stretched to the very top of his cheekbones. During this time, Lando saw Oscar sleeping many times and it always hurt his heart. There was a time when this was the only time he could see him so at ease. In his dreams he was far away from all the things that hurt him when he was awake.
Not wanting to wake him up because he knew Oscar had had a very tiring day. Lando resisted the urge to kiss those soft lips and instead carefully removed his underwear.
“You're impossible,” he muttered when he saw the butt plug. But he couldn't say he was too surprised that Oscar was trying to make it as easy as possible for him. Still, he knew that Oscar wouldn't be able to reach that sensitive spot on his own, so he would have to make it up to him. Without fuss, he pulled the plug out and dropped it on the bed next to him, then lined up to slide inside, loosely gripping Oscar's hips. The Aussie prepared himself perfectly, loose enough to push into him easily, yet tight enough to keep a tight grip around his cock. Thinking about him throughout the challenge made him tighten his groin on the way to his room, and then the sight of him lying there for him made him painfully hard.
Gritting his teeth against the moans rising in the back of his throat, Lando steadily moved his hips, watching his cock slide in and out of Oscar. Part of him begged to go faster and harder, but he was worried that he would disturb the boy too much. Still, Oscar began to move, fingers twitching as his torso twisted slightly, as if he might roll over and bury his face in the pillow - something Lando knew he'd probably do when he woke up.
“Lando…” he slurred, raising his hand to cover his eyes.
Norris placed his hands on either side of Oscar's head so he could lean down and kiss his forehead.
"Hey darling. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Okay... I could wake up like this more often..." He lazily rolled his hips, pushing Lando further. "I feel so good…"
Now that Oscar was awake and aware of what was happening, his own cock hardened against his stomach. Usually Lando could make him cum without touching him, but that took time and wasn't a luxury he was willing to afford at the moment, so he took him in his hand and pumped his fist in time with the movement of his hips. Loosening the leash he had on him, Lando's hips bumped erratically against the back of Oscar's thighs.
"You look so pretty, baby. I've been craving you ever since you sent me a picture of you in that lingerie. You're the wonder of the world."
Soft moans cascaded from Oscar's mouth as he came from the praise, and Lando quickly followed, milking himself inside him. When he stretched out, every part of his body felt wonderfully relaxed and calm. But he couldn't get into bed with Oscaren yet - he knew Puastri wouldn't be happy if he woke up thoroughly covered in cum.
“I'm cold,” Oscar pursed his lips, blindly reaching out to Lando.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up, baby," he mumbled, sinking onto the mattress.
Despite his complaints, Oscar fell back to sleep as Lando pulled him into his arms so he could finally get some sleep himself.
****
Max
I lost.
Congratulations on the only win in your life.
Lando
You're a dick. And I lost too, so it was a draw
Max
We'll make it next year, bro
***
Charles
I won!
Ps: I can't walk
Oscar
I won too
And vice versa