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Waking up in the winter is especially difficult for Alain. He would prefer to die than to admit it, but he hates opening his eyes just to find the sky mostly gray and sometimes with strokes of darkness still dragging themselves around, fighting the feeble rays of a pale and inefficient sun.
Sure, it’s not like waking up during summer’s days is any better. The light comes too early then and with a sort of intrinsic violence in it; a force that borders into impatience, like the day can’t wait to just start and even at dawn the night sky gives way quickly to its limpid blue version.
Neither of them are ideal to him. What he likes, instead, is waking up during either early autumn or late spring, when everything feels way more balanced and the sun and the moon give each other time to rise and set. It’s a gentle exchange, the ray of sun stretching gently out of the horizon as the most stubborn stars still yawn and twinkle in the slowly fading deep blue of the sky, the moon shily hiding away under the cover of incoming light.
As the night gently drags herself to sleep, he takes his sweet time to roll a bit around in the warmness of the covers, listening to the sounds of the wakening world and letting his eyes adjust as the dark shadows of his room - usually an hotel room, to be honest - slowly becomes shapes of always different but well known objects. A nightstand with a lamp on it, a wardrobe, maybe a little table… common things that speak of a neutral but functional environment.
Maybe it’s because taking time for himself is a luxury he rarely gets to experience these days, maybe because living at constant high speed and full of adrenaline makes him appreciate slower moments that seem to stretch on forever, with no hurry or strong emotions in them.
Or maybe it’s because deep down he just likes balance. Everything has its pace, even a car launched at 300 km/h on a track has it and it’s important to give it attention. So waking up too violently or with still darkness all around makes him fucking pissed. And what makes him even more pissed is waking up at fucking seven am during goodamnit winter next to someone who seems to not have a care in the world for how loud he snores.
He turns around with a grunt, putting his face flat against the pillow and kicking the man next to him deliberately in the process. A low whine is the only response he gets before the snore resumes, louder than before. Alain stays still until he feels like his lungs can’t take it anymore and then he raises his head, groaning with disappointment as he kicks Ayrton again, stronger than before.
This time around, he opens his eyes, blinking confusingly. “Why the fuck are you hitting me, Alain.” he whines, voice raspy and hoarse. For a second there, Alain has to remember himself that he is actually pissed, thank you very much, and that his half hard cock should not interfere with that, even if hearing his name said in that tone - He kicks himself mentally and raises an eyebrow at Ayrton, annoyance written all over his face as he pulls the cover up, trying to shield himself from the gray light and morning chillness of the room. The fire in the stove died out during the night and with it the warmth that had previously permeated the little house in the countryside they are occupying.
“You are fucking snoring too loud. I can’t sleep with you making bear noises in my ears!”
“I don’t snore, Alain.” Ayrton sighs, rolling his eyes and pulling the covers towards himself a bit too forcefully, uncovering him in the process. Suddenly, he remembers why he spends half of the time fucking the man and the other half asking himself why exactly is he giving up his sanity for a pair of puppy eyes and a good ass. A very fine ass, to be honest. Still.
“You fucking do and you know it.” Alain snarls back, kicking him again “Liar. And leave some covers for me too, you asshole. I am cold.”
“Stop whining, you are annoying.”
Ayrton sounds equally bored and delighted as he hits him back, making Alain’s hands hitching with the want to take the pillow and put it over the other’s face until he passes out. Passed out people don't snore, usually.
“Me?! You are the one who started it!” Alain's high pitched tone of indignation makes Ayrton burst out laughing and suddenly Alain decides that the pillow is useless: he can just choke him with his bare hands after all.
“No, querido, I was sleeping and you decided to start a war because I was snoring. Allegedly.”
Alain finds himself making a disgruntled noise as he rubs his face with his hands. There’s no way he is going to be able to fall asleep again now. He let himself scoot closer to Ayrton’s warm body, putting his cold feet in between his much warmer calves. At least he has the decency to not move or fuss, accepting his role as Alain’s personal human radiator. The french sighs, shaking his head a little.
“I’m going to kick Niki’s ass so hard for teaching you how to put that word in every discussion just to make it sound like you’re right.”
Ayrton chuckles softly, turning towards him and reaching out to pull him even closer, in between his arms. The French doesn’t oppose any resistance to that, although he pretends to grumble a little just to keep up with being dramatic. Ayrton presses a soft kiss in Alain’s curls, yawning.
“Apparently it works just fine with James.”
“James will believe anything that comes out of Niki’s mouth” Alain retorts, muttering but still pressing his cheek in the crook of the other’s neck, sighing at the contact with his warm skin.
“Mmmh,” Ayrton agrees, fingers lightly tracing a nonsensical and invisible path on his lover’s bare back “And you don’t believe me?”
His tone is light and deliberately sparkled with a pinch of provocation that makes Alain reach out and pinch his side, making him jolt more out of surprise than out of pain.
“What I believe is that someone is trying to tell me something”
At that, Ayrton has the decency to try and look innocent, although he fails completely in his task, either because he is not really actively trying or because he can’t keep up with his own bullshit when Alain half hard cock is pressing against his tight.
“Ah, you think so? Like what.” He fakes ignorance in his voice, but still as he speaks his hand travels further down, finding the small of Alain’s back and resting there, warm finger pushing slightly as to encourage him to press himself closer to him.
Alain groans, a spark of pleasure lighting up in his belly. Ayrton doesn’t insist though, letting him move away a little as he kisses his head again.
“Don’t play coy with me, Ayrton.” The french lips find the skin of the other’s neck, kissing it gently and making him sigh when they are joined by teeth that nibble at it, careful enough not to leave a sign, but still insisting to be noticed.
“And you, don’t be unfair. You know I can’t think when-” the phrase gets interrupted by a soft moan as Alain sucks that same point on his neck.
“I know,” he concedes after a second, going back at soft kisses as he moves a bit lower “I know you absolutely lose your shit when I do this.” Ayrton can’t see his smirk but he can probably hear it in his tone as he adds softly “Allegedly.” before biting down again, harder this time.
It’s not enough to hurt, but it’s indeed sufficient to make Ayrton groan, fingers turning into nails pressing on the soft skin as the Brazilian tilts his head back, giving more access to his neck.
“Alain-” There’s a kind of panicked warning in his tone that makes the french roll his eyes as he licks the reddening skin.
“Yes, yes, I know, I know,” he says, crafted annoyance drenching his tone just a little, just enough to make Ayrton snort “It’s low enough to be hidden, don’t worry.”
Ayrton hums softly, squirming as Alain moves lower still, reaching the conjunction between his shoulder and his neck.
“Who is the one that is trying to say something now?” he groans, but still his arm pulls Alain closer to him, almost demanding. “As if you haven’t been trying to fuck since the moment you woke up.” he retorts, turning and hissing softly as his dick, now definitely hard, brush against the turned tight of the other.
Ayrton looks down at him, shaking his head a little.
“Rude. I wanted to cuddle.”
Alain dramatically rolls his eyes, letting one hand roam down his partner's chest, on his belly and lower, until he finds what he is looking for.
He raises an eyebrow as he takes hold of Ayrton’s erection, giving it a slow but good stroke, revelin the low hoarse moan that comes out of his mouth.
“Sure. Cuddle. I am certain this is really helpful for the purpose.” “This,” Ayrton tries to point out, biting his lower lips to suppress another moan “Is a consequence, not the intention I started with.”
Alain can’t help himself but laugh lightly at that, stroking the other’s dick once more before stopping his movements. “Sure,” he says, sarcasm thick in his tone as he rests his hand on Ayrton’s stomach “It was just a couple of kisses that made you this hard.”
It’s said as a tease but as he locks eyes with Ayrton’s warm ones he finds himself almost holding his breath as the man pushes himself up, enough to support his weight on one of his forearms as he reaches out with the other hand.
He lets his palm rest on Alain’s cheek as he smirks, although the sparkle of malice and mischief on his lips doesn’t totally reach his eyes. In them, there’s also space for an unmovable and unnerving certainty.
“You know what you do to me, querido.”
Alain gasps when Ayrton suddenly both pulls and pushes, somehow managing to make him almost whine about how good it feels when their lips meet.
It’s not a gentle kiss, there’s definitely too much teeth and tongue for that, but it’s surely enough to leave them both painting and hungry for more when they pull apart to breathe, gasping down some air as quickly as they can before going right back at it.
Alain gets pulled again, the hand now resting on the nape of his neck bossily preventing him from getting away.
Not that Alain would want that, per se. It’s just that it’s funny to piss Ayrton’s off, especially if he feels like he needs revenge for something. In this case, waking up early and cold and with someone snoring in his ears.
As Ayrton's arm trembles but doesn’t give way to their weight, Alain finds himself fleetingly thanking their job and the physical preparation that is required to do it. Especially because when the other pulls him again, in a clear hint to make him move above him, the french shakes his head a little, grinning on Ayrton’s mouth. “Nah-ah,” he scolds, pulling away once more “You don’t quite deserve that, do you? And don’t roll your eyes like that, you’re going to find yourself looking at your empty skull one day.” Alain has to suppress a moan when Ayrton’s fingers find his curls and pulls - although he does it gently enough to let him know it’s just a gentle tease and nothing more - but it’s worth his little revenge.
He scoffs, grabbing the other’s arm to have him detangle himself from his hair.
Ayrton let himself plop back on the bed, sighing out of frustration, although there’s a trace of amusement lingering on his face as he brings his arm to rest on his forehead, almost as to shield himself from the morning light.
“No sex, then?” he asks, tilting his head a little and very much trying not to make the corner of his lips rise up, betraying his enjoyment at the act Alain is putting up.
“I am not that cruel,” Alain mumbles in retort, raising an eyebrow “I mean, I will not leave you like that and you know it”
“Do I?” Ayrton muses.
Still, he extends his arm to caress Alain’s face gently, nothing more than the ghost of a touch that makes Alain shiver slightly.
“Don’t you?” he shoots back, lowering himself to press a more gentle kiss on his lips
“You know I can’t deny you.” he adds, whispering a confession that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth that Ayrton is quick to wash away with another kiss.
“And I love you for that.”
Then, Ayrton frowns a little, the memory of the fight they had just a couple of weeks prior coming back to his mind.
“Although-”
He interrupts himself as Alain’s fingers find his lips, pressing gently as to prevent him from spilling out the words he is about to say.
“Don’t.”
Alain shakes his head, removing his fingers to kiss him again, a little peck followed by more demanding lips and tongue seeking access to his mouth. Access that he is more than willing to give, letting the sincerity and sweetness of the kiss wash away the worryness that was threatening to invade the little space they had found to seek a bit of peace.
When they break apart, Alain takes a moment to look at him, studying his face and his eyes.
Only when he is sure he has found mutual agreement in not bringing the discussion further, he nods, lowering himself to go back to his neck.
He kisses it again as he takes his time to slowly make a trail from there to his chest, lips and tongue working together to rip every little sound out of his lover.
Ayrton is not shy, per se, and he is not scared to let him hear what he pleases or displeases him, both inside and outside the bed. Still, he is generally not that loud and vocal when they have sex and as time went by Alain had become adamant in his purpose of exploring and discovering the entire sound’s range he can coax out of him.
When he reaches his chest, Alain moves to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking it while his fingers go to play with the other one, making Ayrton curse softly when he scrapes his teeth ever so gently on the hardening bundle of flash.
He pinches the left one before moving to exchange places between his hand and his mouth, enjoying the soft strangled moans Ayrton makes beneath him.
True, he can’t really deny him. Still, he can make him wait a little.
He smiles when he feels him jerk up his hips in a sort of uncontrolled motion, placing a kiss in the centre of his chest as he lets his hand roam down till it finds his side, grabbing it and firmly but not unkindly keeping him pinned to the mattress.
“Patience” he teases, sucking the skin just over his heart before kissing it “I will go down on you, don’t worry. Just give me some time. Enjoy the journey, or whatever”
In the position he is in, he can’t really see Ayrton’s face, but he can almost hear the sound his eyes make as he rolls them.
“I am not worried.” he claims, scoffing a little.
The thumping of his accelerated heartbeat is nothing more than a ghost of a thrum on Alain’s lips.
There’s something enticing in the way he can almost see the thin membrane of skin vibrate as the muscle underneath it works its never ending task and Alain finds himself kissing that spot again. For a fleeting moment, he is surprised at the crashing realization that not much protects his lover's heart, but before he can lose himself in much more grim thoughts his attention is then brought back to the present by another feeble jerk of Ayrton’s hips.
He cocks his head to shoot him a teasing look, a brow raising up in a playful disbelief. “And I thought you said you weren’t worried.” he jokes, clicking his tongue as he nonetheless lets the hand on his hips roam further down, until he finds again Ayrton’s erection, still hard but now more painfully so and with a new slickness to it.
Alain lets his thumb pass over the tip of his cock, collecting more precum before he loosely takes hold of it, moving in slow and gentle strokes that still make Ayrton keen.
As he does so, he presses his ear on his chest, smirking when he can feel his pulse accelerate to a high speed tempo, yet still unbelievably precise even in his frantic rush.
He switches his head with his free hand, pulling himself up enough to be able to go back at leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft nibbles as he navigate his partner’s body, moving down his chest and to his abdomen, his muscles flexing and contracting underneath his tongue with equal desire, fueled by the hand still slowly jerking him off, and the frustration in trying to keep himself still in between all of that.
When Alain finds himself below his navel, to the soft trail of dark hair leading towards his groin, he lets go of Ayrton’s hard dick, letting it stand hard and leaking by itself.
His hand, smeared with his precum, leaves a wet stripe behind as he lets it slide towards one of his well shaped thighs grabbing it not too gently, nails digging in his flesh as he pushes, willing him to open his legs wider.
Ayrton complies quickly, spreading himself open and panting softly as one of his arms reaches out almost by instinct before he catches himself mid movement, jerking it away awkwardly.
Alain hums softly against his sweaty skin, tasting salt on his lips when he licks them.
“You can touch.” he allows, suppressing a small laughter when Ayrton almost scrumbles to put his fingers in between the french unruly curls.
“But no pushing or pulling.” he reminds him, tilting his head up enough to see him nod furiously.
“Yeah, sure.” he agrees, voice broken and hoarse with lust, that finds its place perfectly in the thick sex permeated air of the chamber.
Satisfied with his answer, Alain goes back to his task, lowering down his body even more.
He can see trickles of goosebumps rise on Aayrton’s skin when his hot breath caresses him, enhanced by the freezeness of the room that makes his sweat cling to his body in cooling droplets.
Alain didn’t do it on purpose but he had brought the covers down with him, staying underneath them and uncovering Ayrton bit by bit in the process.
“Are you cold?” he asks, licking a hot stripe in the juncture of his leg with his hips, making him moan out loud.
“No.” he states, fingers playing lightly with Alain’s hair, careful not to pull or push as asked “I just- I-”
He stutters a bit, another whine ripped out of him as Alain’s tongue’s tip finds the sensitive skin on the side of his dick.
“You…?” Alain muses, making him groan.
“I just… can you just put it in your mouth yet.”
The French grins at his answer, Ayrton’s tone thick with underlying desperation as his fingers tighten in his hair, motionless but demanding in their attempt to find something to anchor him to the present.
“Rude,” he comments, clicking his tongue “You forgot the magic word.” Usually, it takes a while for Ayrton to spit it out but if the way his dick seems to almost squirm untouched is of any indication of his actual state, it’s not so surprising to hear the word tumble out of his mouth instantly.
“Please,” he begs, shivering once again “Please, Alain, just- I need it, please- I-”
His words get cut off by a sharp cry when Ayrton finds himself thrashing on the bed, the warmness of Alain’s mouth engulfing his entire erection in a split second.
He has to plant his short nails in his palm, bringing his free arm to his mouth and biting down hard to prevent himself from cumming right on the spot.
The obscene wet sound of Alain popping his dick free makes him almost tumble over the edge again and he has to utter a soft plea before he ruins everything.
“A moment,” he whispers “just- give me a second just- slowly Alain go sl-FUCK”
He curses loudly when Alain sucks hard on the tip of his dick, his tongue licking away another droplet of precum with a sort of hunger that makes him almost dizzy, colours flashing beneath his eyelids for how strongly he shuts them.
The French has mercy on him, then, chuckling softly at just a mere inch from his erection but stopping his actions.
“You need it, then you don’t… make up your mind, mon chér.” he teases, the fingers still spreaded on his chest scratching slightly Ayrton’s skin.
Still, he gives him a moment, lazily kissing one of his thighs as the other catches his breath, cursing softly in his mother tongue when Alain’s nose brushes ever so slightly against his dick.
Carefully, almost experimentally, the French licks the salty skin from the base to the tip before sucking it lightly.
Ayrton groans and moans again, but this time around he seems more in control and Alain grants him the small mercy of going back at it slowly, as he requested, swallowing his erection inch by inch, letting him adjust every now and then before lowering himself a bit more-
When he feels the tip of his dick pressing at the back of his mouth he stops, holding him there for a moment before slowly coming back up, tightening his lips around him and sucking to make his cheeks hollow, causing another fits of trashing that makes him hum in a displeased tone.
“Stop.” he says, letting his erection slip out of his mouth “Try, at least.”
Ayrton gives a frustrated howling that would make Alain laugh if he wasn’t already busy in taking his dick back in his mouth.
“It’s not- that- fuckfuck- that easy-” he moans loudly, and the chuckles that Alain isn’t able to suppress makes him shiver and roll his eyes back as he feels the vibrations of it around his cock. Still, he tenses but stays put as much as he can, fist tightening and releasing around a bunch of his curls, trying to not move much. He is rewarded in his effort shortly after as Alain hums approvally and then moves further down, swallowing and allowing him to slip in his relaxed throat.
It still clenches around his dick as he struggles a little to accommodate the intrusion, but Alain doesn't particularly mind, not when Ayrtons seems to be going mad judging by the sounds he is making and the trembles shaking his thighs. He resits until he can before pulling himself up, and then he starts to bob his head up and down, slowly picking up a rhythm as he focuses solely on the blowjob he is giving to the other.
He is certain that Ayrton is not going to last much more. It’s a surprise that he managed to hold back that far, to be honest.
But he will not hold it against him. After all, he knows that his own neglected erection will take just a few strokes before he climax and that’s precisely why he is trying to not rut against the bed as he sucks Ayrton’s off. Not because he doesn’t want to cum - he wants it desperately, thank you very much - but because they both know he gets over sensitive enough when he does and he is not sure he will be able to keep up with the blowjob if he doesn’t end it before finishing himself.
And considering how fast he is bringing him over the edge, it would be worthless to just throw everything out of the window for not wanting to wait just a handful of minutes more.
So he focuses every cell of his being on the task he is trying to accomplish, moving his head up and down, pushing him into his throat and helping himself with his tongue as best as he can. He can feel his own spit dripping down his chin but he doesn’t care for it, and this time around when Ayrton’s hips escape his control once again and he stutters them up to meet him, Alain doesn’t stop him, letting him chase his orgasm as he wants and wishes.
By the way his movement grows more erratic and uncoordinated, and the muscles of thighs seems to be having an internal earthquake going on, he knows he is getting closer and closer and in fact it takes him to just scrape ever so lightly his teeth to his sensitive skin to make him cry out as he starts to shake uncontrollably.
Ayrton spills in his mouth as he screams his name in between a sequence of words Alain doesn’t know but that sounds like a string of profanities to his ears.
Probably they are, judging by how fiverently he says them.
He swallows as much as he can, not too bothered by the salty and sour taste in his mouth, as he stops his movements but lets his mouth open and pliant so that Ayrton can keep riding through his orgasm till the end.
When he collapses on the bed, though, Ayrton is quick to move his hands from his hair to his face, rough and demanding fingers finding his spit and cum smeared cheeks, taking hold of them and pulling him, forcing him to basically climb on top of him so he can reclaim is mouth once more, with his own this time.
Before he can realises what’s happening Alain finds himself involved in a hot searing kiss, tongue and teeth scraping his lips and ravaging his mouth.
He is certain Ayrton can taste himself as he kisses him but the other doesn’t seem to care and to be honest all thoughts are knocked out of his mind once Ayrton’s free hand envelop around his dick in a thigh hold, stroking it with no finesse at all, just jerking up and down as fast as he can.
It only takes a bunch of seconds for him to cum, spilling in between their bodies as he moans loudly on Ayrton’s lips.
He feels himself shake and tremble as white lights explode like fireworks behind his closed eyes, his whole body thrumming with pleasure as his mind goes silent for a blessed second, letting him forget about everything but his orgasm.
After that, he collapses on top of him and they both lay on the bed, boneless and panting loudly.
When they finally catch their breath again, Ayrton passes a hand on his sweat soaked forehead, pushing away strands of hair that have glued to it.
“Fuck.” he comments, shivering in the coldness of the room.
Alain groans as he rolls over to let himself fall by his side, goosebumps covering his skin.
“Fuck.” he agrees,nodding, not having much to say.
Ayrton is the first one to pull himself up, looking longingly at the crumpled covers at the end of the bed before tacking in their poor state.
They are both covered in cum, sweat and spit, and so he sighs, shaking his head.
“Shower.” he says, lookin at Alain's disgruntled face when it becomes clear to him that Ayrton is not going to cover them up again.
“And then I’ll make you coffee and we can snuggle under the covers. Go, I’ll join you in a moment. I’ll rekindle the fire so when we come out the room will be warm.”
The promises sound good enough for Alain to accept his fate, passing his hand to his face and grimacing when he realises how sticky it is. At this point, the soft and pale rays of the sun are starting to properly light up the little cottage they are occupying, and it would be useless to go back to bed.
So, he drags himself out of bed, shuffling towards the small bathroom.
He turns on the warm water, putting himself under the shower spray with a sigh of pleasure as both filth and coldness slowly starts to melt away from his body. It only takes a moment for Ayrton to come back to him, his arms latching onto him in a soft embrace as he joins his partner and lover.
As he finds himself being kissed gently under the hot steamy water, Alain is more than contempt to have all the time in the world for themselves, at least for a day more.
Tomorrow they will have to go back to their lives, to the cars and the team and the frenzy of it all. But for today, they can still remain hidden from the world, cocooned in this dream-like place where they had been spending every free minute of their busy schedule for more than a year now. Alain can’t wait to see Ayrton’s face later, when he will tell him he actually made an offer to buy the place. He had grown too fond of it to think about other people coming and going from it when they were not there and, after all, they are slowly getting older. When they will retire, they will need a place for themselves after all and the quiet of the countryside seems like a very good option to him.
But they will discuss it later, after the shower, the coffee, and maybe even after another round of sex. They still have time.
Maybe waking up early on a cold winter morning is not the end of the world, after all.