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“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
“Seb, calm down.”
He was having a great race, fantastic even. Seb had a better start than Mark, than everyone really, and by the time they had been diving into turn one, Seb was able to jump in front and pull away from the rest.
Although, only fifteen laps in, Mark had the bright idea to run wide, squeezing Seb off the track and into the gravel, the move wound up taking both of them out and handing the win over to Alonso and the two McLaren drivers. Sebastian was beyond pissed. Mark was meant to be his teammate, he was meant to help him, so what the fuck was he doing helping out another team? Especially Fernando of all people. Sebastian had seen how close the two were, but he didn’t think that Mark would be petty enough to actually sabotage not only Seb’s race, but also his own.
Both Britta and Heikki had been in the garage witnessing everything unfold on track live. Sebastian’s radio had come through, and to say it needed to be heavily censored was an understatement. It was a chorus of bleeps, though you could tell what he was saying despite them. Heikki and Britta shared a look, both knowing first hand exactly how Seb would be at Mark’s throat the second both of them stepped out of the car. Heikki was pulling of his headphones attempting to get out of the soon-to-be war zone as soon as possible. When Britta asked where he thought he was going, the man turned raising his hands as if to tell her ‘That's your problem now.’
“Listen, I know you're upset, but it's still the start of the season, you can still take back the lead. And if I'm being honest, I'm not so sure whining like a child will get you back on that top step.”
Sebastian knew she was right, but that didn’t change the fact that he was half tempted to murder Mark the moment he saw him.
“Yeah I can still get back in the lead, but this was supposed to be my win! But I guess Mark decided to help his boy-toy rather than his own teammate!”
”Seb, lower your tone.”
He took a deep breath. His face was still flushed from the post-race adrenaline and anger. Seb felt so frustrated that he almost felt as if he was on the verge of tears. Almost. That was until Mark sauntered into hospitality with an impassive look across his face, just lazily sipping from his bottle every few seconds.
The little bit Sebastian had calmed down was instantly discarded. He set down his own bottle and walked over to Mark who had been staring at him since the moment he had entered.
“What the fuck Mark!?”
Sebastian was standing right in front of him now, his breathing getting far faster than it had been before.
“Watch it,” Mark hissed.
Sebastian had a look of genuine disbelief on his face.
“Me watch it? What about you? That was my corner, you squeezed me!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re such an asshole, honestly!”
“Mhm. You were in my way, I was just racing.”
”This was supposed to be a win for the team, it wasn’t just me you screwed over!”
Sebastian was shouting at this point, Mark on the other hand kept his voice calm. It was almost condescending. Mark knew how to push Seb to his limit. Literally and figuratively.
Britta was pulling him away, attempting to talk with Seb again. After a little more hushed back-and-forth, she was finally able to convince him to go back to his room and cool off for a bit while she handled the media.
With one last glare directed towards Mark, Sebastian left.
Mark had gone back to his room too, though not for long. He quickly slipped out of his race suit, trading it for a more comfortable pair of long shorts and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt.
Mark had waited ten minutes or so just to be sure no one was in the hallway. Once he was sure, Mark quietly opened his door and made his way over to his teammate’s room.
He knocked and walked in. He was feeling rather impatient and waiting for an answer seemed like a waste of time he didn’t have. Not to his surprise, Sebastian was sitting on his bed in only a pair of long navy shorts. Seb had looked better for the shower, but Mark could tell he was upset.
“That was my corner,” Sebastian muttered.
“Yeah mate, whatever you say.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, truly wondering what Mark thought he was doing.
“You know that it was mine. We both could’ve scored today.”
He was getting worked up again, and Mark could tell. Seb was never one for being good at hiding his emotions. And to tell the truth, Mark secretly thought it to be ridiculously cute watching him get riled up.
Not breaking their gaze, Mark sat down on the bed alongside Seb, leaning in just enough to be qualified as too close. They both knew why he was there, Seb would give in like he always did, but he wasn’t going to do so without complaining a bit more.
“Sure, but where’s the fun in always letting you win, hm?”
Mark shifted closer to Seb, staring at him with a sly grin.
Sebastian huffed a laugh.
“You really are an ass.”
“Mhm. Well sometimes you have to learn to take the back seat, you’re not going to win every race this season.”
“Watch me.”
“Are two championship titles not enough for you mate,” Mark asked, though he knew the answer.
“You know they aren’t.”
Each time they spoke, the gap between became less and less until Seb was straddling Mark’s lap, Mark’s hands gripping the sides of Seb’s hips tightly.
The air had gotten heavier, their breathing syncing without either of them realising. After a minute of silence, it was Sebastian that had caved and made contact first, pulling Mark in for a messy but fervent kiss.
Mark shifted back to rest against the wall, Sebastian now unconsciously rocking his hips slightly against him. Just seconds later, Mark was helping Seb take off his shorts and boxers, both getting hastily tossed somewhere on the floor.
Settling back onto Mark’s lap, Sebastian tugged at Mark’s sleeve, the older man not missing the message. He yanked off his shirt in one motion, taking off his pants and boxers as well. That was all Seb needed. He wasted no time, rocking his hips yet again with his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck while he kissed roughly at the side of his jaw.
“Shit,” Mark spat through gritted teeth.
He couldn’t say that this didn’t feel great, that would just be lying. It seemed that Seb could do things to him that no one else had ever came close to achieving.
That being done, he brought his attention onto Sebastian again. Mark kissed along the side of his neck and collarbone, making sure he added just enough pressure to leave a cluster of mottled bruises. He knew which spots were most tender, he had memorized every inch of Seb and he knew what would make him tick. But he especially knew which spots would get the best response from Seb.
Mark worked his way across Seb’s neck and his upper chest. It wasn’t unusual for Mark to take the lead, he rather liked it if he was being honest. It gave him a better view of Seb that he wouldn’t trade for the world. A championship though? Maybe.
Mark tightened his grip on Seb, the touch almost unbearable for the younger man.
“Mark, please,” Seb pleaded.
“Not yet. Be patient.”
He could feel Seb getting increasingly harder, and although Mark would’ve loved nothing more than to relieve him, the prospect of getting to watch Seb squirm for a bit longer seemed much more enticing.
Though it wasn’t like Mark was able to hold back much longer anyway. He kissed Seb one last time before deciding to give in.
“Come on, lie back.”
Sebastian didn’t speak a word, only humming. He lifted off of Mark and sat with his back resting against the wall.
Mark stood from the bed and reached into the back of his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Settling down on the bed again, he poured a bit of the liquid out onto his fingers. Mark nudged the side of Seb’s knee, that being his cue to open his legs.
Mark slowly worked in two fingers at once. He knew what Seb could and couldn’t take from many past experiences that they would both deny if they were ever to be questioned about it.
Sebastian let out a whiny moan, Mark shooting his free hand up to cover the younger man’s mouth.
“Mate you’ve got to be quiet, these walls aren’t soundproof,” Mark teased.
”Mhm.”
Sebastian wasted already lost. Removing his hand from his mouth, he added a third finger, curling it ever so slightly to hit just the right spot. Mark loved the reactions he would get from Seb. Whether it was him arching his back to try and feel more of Mark, or the noises he made, Mark loved it all.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when Seb finally found his voice again.
“Mark please. I need you.”
It came out more desperate than Seb had wanted it to, but there was no point in hiding his feelings now. Mark obliged, pulling his fingers out, Seb immediately missing the feeling. Mark couldn’t help but wonder how he could toy with Seb just a bit more.
Since Sebastian had insisted he was ready, they swapped positions with Mark now lying against the wall and Seb startling him yet again. Seb lowered down on him slowly, taking a sharp breath as sank down fully.
Mark waited a moment for Seb to get comfortable before he began to move his hips assiduously. They eventually fell into a fast rhythm, Mark more than pleased with the way Sebastian was unfolding right in front of him. It amazed him how Seb, someone who could be so arrogant, could also be so tender and sensitive.
Sebastian was now sloppily placing kisses all along Mark’s neck while clawing at his back as if his life depended on it. Mark on the other hand focused entirely on thrusting his hips at just the right angle to hit all of Seb’s delicate spots.
Mark could feel Seb tighten around him and he knew that he was getting close, but he still hadn’t gotten him back for the shouting he did earlier, and Mark wasn’t one to let something go so easily.
Without warning, Mark stopped moving, making Seb let out a discomforting groan at the abrupt pause. He pulled away from Mark’s neck and looked at him silently begging him to continue. Mark, however, was not giving in this time.
“You really thought after that little stunt you pulled back in hospitality was going to go without consequence?
Seb’s face twisted with a mix of annoyance and need. But he had no time to argue his case again when Mark suddenly snapping his hips forward.
“Fuck, Mark!”
Both of them long forgetting to care about their noise level.
Seb clung back to his chest, getting back into the motion. Just a little more and he would be finished, though Mark had other plans. Stopping again, Sebastian was starting to get frustrated. He needed to be relieved, and if Mark wasn’t going to do it for him because of some sort of spite thing, he’d do it himself.
It was almost as if Mark could read Sebastian’s mind because as Seb had gone to wrap a hand around his now leaking cock, Mark freed a hand so he could stop Seb’s.
“Ah-ah, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Mark,” Sebastian whined.
“You can’t always be in control of everything, Sebi.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the man under him.
“You’re not finishing until I let you.”
“Mark-“
Another jut of his hips sent Sebastian reeling. The pace quickened and he couldn’t stop Mark’s name from spilling out his mouth. He wasn’t going to last much longer if he continued, and Mark knew that, so he stopped.
Sebastian looked distraught at this point. Mark had kept a hold of the side of Sebastian’s hips so he could ground him while the other hand was holding onto Seb’s wrist.
He had started up again at an agonizingly slow speed, the friction feeling wonderful, but still not enough for Seb. It was getting tortuous at this point and Seb could feel hot tears welling up in his eyes. Mark had noticed and finally decided that Seb had been holding back so well so who was he to hold out any longer.
Mark pulled back the damp blonde curls from Seb’s forehead and planted a quick kiss against it.
“You’ve been so good for me.”
“Please…”
Without another word, Mark began again bringing his other hand to Seb’s waist. It didn’t take Seb long to cross the line with Mark not too far, following just behind him. Seb had collapsed against Mark’s, his own chest working far too hard. The whole situation had worn Sebastian, and truthfully, Mark too. So after Mark had cleaned up a bit with a damp towel, he wasn’t surprised to see a fast asleep Seb sprawled out on the bed. They would both be needed soon for not only media, but also a debrief, but when did a five minute nap ever hurt anyone?