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Sebastian drove the final lap of the race feeling like he was on top of the world. He had placed p3 in Australia, and now he would be getting his first win for the season. He’d always done fairly well in Malaysia in the past, but he nearly missed out on the win today. Mark had stayed ahead of him for most of the race, but Seb wasn’t about to take second when he knew he could go faster. So that’s exactly what he did. He chased Mark for almost two laps before Seb was able to take the lead.
Upon getting out of the car, Seb was confused as to why he was getting gleaned and disapproving looks from his team. He’d won fair and square, what was there to be mad about? Then Seb saw Mark. The look on his face was a mixture of anger, frustration, disappointment, and sadness. What was that for? It was then that Seb was pulled to the side by Adrian.
“Sebastian, what was that?”
“What do you mean? What did I do? Why is everyone looking at me like I killed a puppy?”
Adrian simply shook his head. How Seb didn’t know what he was talking about was beyond him.
“Are you telling me you don’t know what you did?”
“Yes?”
“So you’re seriously saying you didn’t have a working radio? That’s the only explanation here because I know you’re not stupid.”
It was Sebastian that was getting frustrated now. Why was Adrian dancing around him? What could Seb have possibly done?
“I guess. I didn’t get a radio message from Rocky.” Sebastian thought for a moment. “Does Mark look like that because I won? That’s kind of childish.”
“Seb, he looks like that because he was meant to be on the top step today.”
“What do you mean?”
“Multi map two-one. This win was supposed to be Mark’s.”
It took Sebastian a second to remember what that meant.
“Oh shit. Fuck. That’s why he looks like he wants to strangle me? For fucks sake.”
“Mh.”
“There’s nothing I can do, is there? Can I give him the win? There has to be something.”
“Sorry Seb, you won. Go get weighed and I’ll be waiting for you in the cool down room.”
Adrian disappeared leaving Sebastian standing alone.
“Fuck.”
Sebastian had a pit in his stomach. He knew he fucked up big time. This wasn’t a crash, it was the complete opposite, he’d won, but if this was the feeling he felt, he never wanted to win again, not like this at least.
Everything was a mess. The cool down room was as excruciating as Sebastian had expected it to be, if not worse. The podium was far worse though. Mark almost looked close to tears. Sebastian had next to no words. Honestly, what was he meant to say?
The debrief was quick and Sebastian couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. While he never cares much for being yelled at, it felt almost worse to be met with silence rather than chiding. He knew he’d messed up and he was waiting for the consequences, but with no one saying anything, all he could do was worry about what might happen.
Sebastian and Mark were the last to leave. Mark had remained seated while everyone cleared out, Seb caught his eye and could almost hear Mark telling him to stay in the room with him. While Seb would rather do literally anything but that, he stayed in his seat fearing whatever Mark was about to do. With the final person leaving, Mark took in a breath before he spoke.
“Sebastian.”
“Listen Mark, this was a complete fuck up on my part. If I could give you the win I would.”
“Well you can’t. But it’s fine.”
Sebastian for whatever reason could sense that it was in fact not fine.
“Mark, what do you honestly want me to do? If you want an apology, I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to make it up to you.”
He felt bad, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he was sorry for winning or just for Mark. In the end, had there been no radio call, he would’ve won anyway. Seb would keep that last bit to himself though.
“Meet me in my room when you get back to the hotel.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Meet. Me. In. My. Room,” Mark repeated slowly.
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
“I heard you the first time. I mean I’m sorry as in what do you mean by that.”
“What are you not understanding? When you’re done with whatever you have to do here and you head back to the hotel, come to my room.”
“Yeah I got that Mark, I’m asking why.”
“You wanna know how you can make it up to me? Meet me in my room.”
Sebastian couldn’t tell if that was a threat or if it was meant to be sexual. Either way, he didn’t really want to find out.
“I’m not doing that.”
“Course you aren’t.”
“I think you’re forgetting I don’t have to do anything you tell me to.”
Mark scoffed.
“I don’t think you listen to anything anyone tells you.”
“My radio wasn’t working, this was not my fault!”
“I’m sure it wasn’t mate.”
“I swear it really wasn’t!”
Mark just hummed. Seb was getting annoyed now. It wasn’t fair that he was getting blamed for something that really wasn’t his fault.
“Listen, whatever your excuse is, I don’t really care. Meet me in my room, one-two-two-one, I’ll be waiting.”
And with that, Mark swiftly stood and left. Sebastian sat there wondering if anything that just happened was real. He knew he shouldn’t go, why would he? He knew he shouldn’t.
Sebastian stood just outside the pale red door with the faded numbers one-two-two-one in them. He should leave. He really had no business being there. But he did. Mark had asked him to come. Though, if Seb thought back on it, it did seem much like a question rather than a demand.
Puffing out a breath, he knocked on the door. It seemed as if Mark had been standing just on the other side of the door waiting because not even a second after Seb knocked, the door had flung open.
“I’m not doing that,” mimicked Mark.
Sebastian just glared and Mark grinned.
“What do you want? I’m here now, so what do you want?”
“Come in.”
Seb sighed. It didn’t sound like he was asking and Sebastian didn’t feel like arguing anymore so he waited for Mark to step aside so he could go in.
Mark closed the door behind him before leading him to the more open area of the room. Sebastian stood a few feet in front of Mark, him sitting opposite Seb on the bed. When Mark didn’t say anything, Sebastian started to question what the point of him being there in the first place was.
“Okay. I’m here, I came inside, what do you want?”
Mark didn’t waste any time. He pushed off the bed and took a step forward.
“Get on your knees.”
What?
“Pardon me?”
Sebastian hadn’t crashed, he didn’t have a concussion, he hadn’t drank too much champagne and accidentally gotten drunk, but maybe he did because if he didn’t then Mark Webber was telling him to get on his knees.
“I know you heard me.”
“Mark I don’t-“
He didn’t wait for Sebastian to answer. Instead, Mark put his hands on either side of Seb’s shoulders and pushed him down.
“Jesus, Mark!”
Sebastian couldn’t deny that he found Mark attractive. It was difficult to find someone who didn’t share the same notion. Ever since they’d met when Seb was just testing for BMW Sauber back in 2005, he’d gravitated towards Mark. After his first season as his teammate though, Sebastian swore he would never act on any of his thoughts. He’d stare every once and again. And every so often, he’d look to Mark only to see him already looking back.
Mark didn’t respond, he only reached for the buckle on his jeans before sliding them down to settle around his ankles, his boxers were next to go.
“You asked what you could do to help, this is what you can do.”
Sebastian’s thoughts were everywhere. He couldn’t deny that he’d toyed with the idea of sucking off Mark once or twice, but was this really the right time? His breathing was heavy. Every part of his body was telling him to leave, every part except for one.
“Are you just going to kneel there and do nothing?”
“What do you want me to do?”
Sebastian knew it was a stupid question, they both knew the answer, but he was trying to stall.
“What do you think I want you to do?”
He gulped. There wasn’t any getting out of this. Sebastian shifted a bit closer. Before he could even act, Mark threaded his hand in Seb’s blond hair and pushed him forward.
Since he had no warning, he immediately gagged. But Mark’s grip wasn’t letting up. Realizing that, Sebastian adjusted to get comfortable before he started moving.
All Mark could think of was how good Sebastian felt around him, but he wasn’t going to admit that. To him, Seb was an egotistical brat, and he wasn’t about to indulge in said ego.
“I can tell this isn’t your first time. Who else have you been with? Was it someone on the grid?”
Sebastian ignored him. What he did in his free time was none of Mark’s business.
Mark, however, was not satisfied with silence. He tugged on Seb’s hair to get his attention. Sebastian, caught off guard, let out a soft moan. Pulling him off, Mark asked again.
“Who else?”
“Jenson.”
Mark huffed a laugh.
“Of course. And were there others?”
“No.”
Mark tugged his hair once again, knowing now what reaction that would give him.
“Fuck-Lewis. Lewis too.”
“Ah. There we go. Y’know, I thought there was something going on there.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Seriously Sebastian? You look at everyone like you’re about to pounce on them, the McLaren guys especially.”
Sebastian scowled.
“Shut up.”
“Uh huh.”
Done with hearing Seb talk, Mark pulled his mouth back onto his cock.
“So you got on your knees for both of them just like this?”
Seb let out a tiny hum.
“Pathetic. How did you even find time to sneak over to McLaren and do that? Or was it at the same time? Is that what you did, both at the same time?”
He whined.
“Both? Really Seb? Who would’ve thought a world champion like you would throw himself so easily at others. Praised for being above the rest when you’re really always below, ironic.”
“You threw yourself at me.”
“Yeah but I’m not the one on my knees right now, am I?”
Sebastian had nothing left to say and he really wanted Mark to shut up, so instead he hollowed out his cheeks and started moving his head faster. In return, Mark tightened his grip on his hair.
Feeling himself getting close, Mark pulled Sebastian off. Though Seb had been slightly reluctant at first, he had been getting into it and let out an upset noise at being stopped so abruptly. Though he had little time to question much of anything as Mark had wrapped his own hand around himself and started jerking himself off. Seb was confused until he caught onto what Mark was doing. He should move, he could move, but he also didn’t want to.
It only took a few more seconds before Mark came, the strings of cum coating Sebastian’s face. Sebastian made sure he held eye contact with Mark while he wiped off his face with his sleeve. Mark sat back onto the bed and watched as Sebastian made sure to clean his face as best he could. Done with that, he figured Mark was finished with him, so he stood to leave. Seb was still painfully and embarrassingly hard, but he wasn’t about to give Mark the pleasure of seeing how he’d directly caused it. Mark, however, was not accepting that. He gripped the now damp sleeve of his sweatshirt.
“We’re not done here, Sebastian.”
“What more do you want?”
Mark switched his hand that was holding Seb’s sleeve and used the other to palm at his crotch.
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you need.”
Fuck. Sebastian bit the corner of his lip. He was on edge and overly sensitive so even the small motion of pressing against his cock felt incredibly good.
“I don’t need you to help.”
“Mhm.”
Though Sebastian said he didn’t need Mark, he didn’t bother to fight against him when Mark pulled him onto his lap.
Seb leaned back to give Mark easier access to his zipper. Seb moved away to slide off his trousers, and with them finally being gone, Mark could see clear as day just how much Sebastian needed release. Seb was just barely concealing his crave for friction, and Mark wanted to help, he wasn’t a complete jerk after all, but he wouldn’t do anything without teasing Sebastian just a bit longer.
“What do you want, Seb?”
Mark’s hand was now resting just on top of Sebastian's clothed cock. His hips instinctively bucked forward, his own body betraying his attempt to keep on the façade that he was totally against whatever he and Mark had going on.
“I’m not going to do anything unless you ask.”
His hand that was simply resting on Seb was now palming him through his underwear. Sebastian squirmed. Mark knew exactly what Seb wanted, but unfortunately, trying to fight with someone as stubborn as you are doesn’t exactly work out.
Sebastian had stayed fairly straight faced until Mark had grown tired of waiting and pulled back his waistband and stuck his hand in. That earned him a gasp. Seb felt ready to come just from that touch, but Mark had other plans and was determined to stretch this out as long as he could.
Mark closed his hand around Sebastian, rubbing his thumb over his tip. This time, Sebastian couldn’t choke back his moan. Mark started stroking Seb at a painstakingly slow pace that was just enough to feel good, but not enough to fully finish from.
After not even thirty seconds of this, Sebastian needed more and had tried to move his hand to do the job, only for Mark to grab both of his wrists in his hand while continuing to touch him.
“Mark, please,” Sebastian begged weakly.
“Not yet.”
Nearing two minutes, Mark had completely drowned out Seb’s cries for more and had only slowed his pace. Sebastian was crying frustrated tears and humiliation he might’ve felt before had completely dissipated and was only replaced by hunger.
Mark had almost felt bad for him, but then he would remember the race and it would just reignite his enjoyment from watching Sebastian beg and whine for him to go faster. Meanwhile, Mark’s touch was almost starting to hurt. That made Seb cry more. Any mask he’d try to keep on had broken and he fell forward to sob into Mark’s shoulder.
Dragging it on just a bit longer, Mark decided it was time. He quickened his strokes and Seb’s chest heaved as his head was flung backward, the ghost of his tears leaving streaks on his face.
His hand was already covered in precum, so after jerking his hand up and down a few times, Seb came with a high pitched moan.
“Shh, shh. You’ve been so good for me, Seb,” Mark hushed.
Seb felt incapable of talking, all he could do was give a feeble groan in response. Sebastian was resting his head into the crook of Mark’s neck, his chest still fighting to take in air.
They stayed like that for a little while, Mark carding his hand through Sebastian’s hair, the latter feeling completely exhausted and simply kept his face tucked against Mark.
Mark allowed this for a moment longer before he led Sebastian to the bathroom so they could freshen up. He was still upset about the race, but after this, how could he stay angry?