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Max is no longer a fan of parties. He doesn’t go to nightclubs. He prefers to have fun with his friends in a close-knit circle. Lewis Hamilton’s retirement party is not something that he can refuse. He expects to meet half of Monaco there, but still, he is a bit surprised to see Daniel. They parted ways too many years ago - light-hearted and easy - and haven’t been in each other's orbits at all.
Max will be happy to catch up with the old teammate and someone more , so he politely chats with Alonso and Valterri for several minutes before he excuses himself. He saw Daniel going in the direction of the swimming pool; there he goes.
It is surprisingly quiet and cozy near the swimming pool. There should have been people here, outside, jumping and swimming. Maybe it is too hot for them, maybe the folk are too drunk. But there are only two men outside: Daniel and George.
Max closes the door to the villa and thinks, and stares . It is no surprise that George is here - he is a part of Lewis’ Mercedes times. What is surprising is Daniel’s hand on George’s knee. Max is far from fashion, but George looks nice, comfy and sweet, but nice. With a white hoodie and shorts that open up his long, tanned legs. George is barefoot. He giggles and combs his curly hair with his fingers while Daniel keeps touching his knee, keeps squeezing it, and Max is confused. He hasn’t had sex with Daniel in many years. He forgot Daniel and how sex-driven he can be, but when he sees his hand on George’s naked knee, something stirs inside him. Hungry and jealous, and rabid. And he doesn’t even know who he is jealous of. George for being the center of Daniel’s attention or Daniel for touching George so freely? Max can work with both.
“Hi, gentleman,” he hopes he shows with his smile that he has been observing them. That he has been noticing them.
Daniel meets Max with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. “Hi, Maxie. I am happy to see you, mate.”
“Me too.” Max chooses to sit not next to Daniel but next to George. “Hi to you, George.”
“Max,” George nods and moves a bit. Getting even closer to Daniel. Max catches it. He catches everything and licks his lips.
“So what are you doing here, all alone? Something special?”
George has ridiculously pretty legs. They are of nice brownish colour, long and shaped. Max never gets tanned like a Mediterranean man. George, obviously, is successful in everything he puts his mind to. His knees are a bit bony, but there are visible knots of muscles under his skin. George does train a lot. Max thinks he has heard someone talking about it.
Max stares at George's legs, at shorts riding up and opening access to even more skin, and doesn’t feel embarrassed about it. At all.
“Nothing much,” Daniels squeezes the knee one more time. George grabs the bench with the tips of his fingers. “I was just telling Georgie that I appreciate him wearing Enchante. It is very nice of him to do it for free, too.”
The hoodie that George is wearing is Enchante, now that Max looks at it. White and simple, with two lemons on the left.
George smiles at Daniel, sweet and flirty. “It is a nice hoodie, mate. Even though I don’t remember where it came from.”
“Still. It suits you.” Oh, Daniel is layering it thick. As thick as Daniel’s cock, Max remembers it well.
“I agree,” he says. “You look very cozy in these shorts and this hoodie.”
Max cannot wait anymore. He cannot see Daniels’ hand with bitten nails and uneven tattoos on George’s knee while his hand is in his pocket. So Max grabs George by the knee, too. It is a nice knee, surprisingly soft under his palm.
George shivers with his whole body.
“What are you doing, Max?” He hisses, his eyes blue and wild.
“Nothing much,” he moves his thumb, right along the bone. “The same thing that you guys are doing. You are just having a good time, right?”
George looks like he wants to tell Max something. George always has something to say. Exactly that makes him insufferable quite often, but not today. Not now when George’s lips are pink and shiny and his leg is so nice to the touch.
“Hey,” Daniel puts his other hand on George’s shoulder. “Max is right. We are here to have fun, aren’t we, Georgie? Trust us, mate,” Daniel winks. George scoffs. Max moves his hand up.
First, Max thought that George shaved his legs. They looked so silky, not like Max’s hairy ones. But now that he can touch, he sees and feels the hair. It is just short and sun-burned, almost innocent .
“You have nice legs,” Max keeps moving his hand up until he meets the edge of the shorts, “they are so soft, too. What do you do to them?”
George bites his lip, nervous and uncertain. But then Daniel squeezes his shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Max would like to hear that. He hates when people keep secrets from him. And Daniel knows it; he obviously does. That’s why he is playing games now.
“Nothing much,” answers George through the teeth, his breath shallow. “I use body scrub and some lotions? I think it is nice to put on fireproofs on the smooth skin.”
“Smart boy Georgie.”
“It sounds smart, indeed.”
Max is not interested in a stupid chat, to be honest. He is interested in taking down these damn shorts just to see what is underneath them. What kind of underwear does George Russel usually wear? Max has this wild thought that George doesn’t, doesn’t wear anything . His palms are getting sweaty and sticky, George must feel it.
George doesn’t say anything, though. He follows Max’s hand with his doe-eyes and bites his lower lip until it's puffy.
“Hey,” and then Daniel turns George’s face and kisses him, grabbing the poor bitten lip with his own lips, thin and definitely scratchy because of a moustache. George moans into the kiss, so Max gets his fingers underneath shorts. Finally.
“Oh,” Max whispers, “oh.”
There is nothing but skin underneath the shorts. George is not wearing underwear; he is naked and shaved . Epilated? There are no traces of hair, no bumps, only feather-soft skin of thighs and pubis. Max freezes, takes a breath in, breathes out. His palms are burning and his fingers are tingling with desire to touch George’s cock. Max doesn’t know what he is waiting for. So instead, he looks up at Daniel, who traces kisses down George’s long neck. Max seizes the opportunity, like he always does.
He may be a bit harsh in his touch when he grabs George by the jaw, but it is worth it. George opens his eyes and mouth in surprise, and Max kisses him, with clashing teeth and slipping in his tongue to swipe it gently along the palate. George tastes like bubble gum, and wine, and Daniel, and Max can’t stop drinking him.
When George closes his eyes again, Max finally does it, puts his hand on George’s cock, already hard and sticky-wet.
“Wow,” Max takes a second to formulate a sentence, “you are so wet.”
“Hm?” Daniel looks at Max, as if asking, ‘Really’? Max nods and Daniels grins like a Cheshire cat. “Let me check.”
Max didn’t expect to be touching cock together with Daniel again, especially when it’s neither Max’s cock, nor Daniel’s. They meet like old friends in a tender handshake around George’s hard and leaking cock, while George writhes and moans like a sensitive virgin, not a professional F1 driver.
Music in the villa is loud; George is louder. Max has to go back to stuffing George’s mouth with his tongue just to keep him quiet. He knows, they can’t continue sitting outside, though. Especially when all three are so sweaty, flushed, and hard. Max has been hard since he put his hand on George’s knee, and Daniel is probably the same. Daniel is almost always hard.
“Georgie,” Daniel reads Max’s mind, “come with us, my dear. We should go to the bedroom, where people won’t see us. Shouldn’t we?”
“We definitely should.” Max still has a feeling that George is like a baby bird, ready to flee from hunters. He lets Daniel lead because hell knows why, but George is listening to Daniel and doing what Daniel wants.
“Okay.”
Max and Daniel stand up, hands behind their backs, naughty kids they are. George rolls his eyes, but follows, grabbing Daniel by his little finger.
For a moment, Max entertains the thought that he is not needed here, that George wants only Daniel, not Max. But then George looks at him: neck demurely bended, gaze heavy and eyelashes long, - and Max… just follows like a hound that smelt blood.
Not surprising that Daniel knows the way around the villa like he owns it and brings them to the bedroom farthest from the noise and people. They had already had to walk through the crowd, aroused and giggling. Max is thankful no one stopped them. And he is glad.
Now, he can push George on the bed and climb next to him. George, on his elbows and head up, looks so vulnerable and so lascivious. Max can feel his cock twitch, getting fully hard again. He wants to mark this face with his cum, he wants to ravish George and leave him shaking and choking on air. And the feeling that George wants it too? That George doesn’t sass him, doesn’t try to bite his tongue off, but presents himself like a tender whore makes Max crazy , completely out of his mind.
He doesn’t even notice that Daniel is in the room with them until Daniel says, “Okay, my heart. Let's take your clothes off?”
“Okay,” George gulps, but starts taking off the hoodie, while Daniels drags down the shorts.
“Oh, aren’t you beautiful,” Daniel coos.
“He is,” Max nods, losing all the last thoughts.
George is beautiful, so beautiful . His strong body in contrast to white sheets, his weiny arms and long legs, his pink cock, and a pale line from his swim underwear. It is so thin, the piece of white skin so small, George’s swimwear must have been invisible at that point. George can be such a slut when he wants it.
“Well, Maxie,” Daniels gets on his knees, his hands grab George by the legs, again , “should we take care of Geogie?”
“I think,” Max touches George’s lip with his thumb, pulls it down, showing perfect white teeth, “George can take care of us, too.”
Instead of the answer, George takes Max’s thumb in, sucks on it until the drool starts dripping down Max’s palm. Max closes his eyes, tries to calm himself down, and starts unzipping his pants with his other hand. When he feels fingers on his, he opens his eyes. George doesn’t look at Max. George stares at his bulge and a wet spot on his underwear. Max smiles.
“Well,” Daniel salutes them, “bon appétit to me.”
Daniel loves sucking cock for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He feeds on cum and moans, and he is not afraid to get dirty. There is nothing dirty about sucking George, though. George is like a dessert, sweet and tasty. And Daniels gobbles up on George’s cock, takes it fully in, until his big crooked nose meets the pubic bone and then releases it with a loud pop. Daniel grins, happy and hungry, and goes back, changing his torturing ways to licking and kissing and blowing. George’s hand freezes on Max’s cock, softly but still unpleasantly. If Daniel is going to interrupt George, then Max will have to do all the job himself.
“Open your mouth, pretty.” He gently grabs George’s hand and moves it away. He drops his pants to his knees, not the most comfortable thing, but he has no time to get out of bed. Max needs to get his dick in George’s big and inviting mouth. Especially when George stares at him with sweat on his forehead and temples. Max jerks himself one, two times, getting the foreskin down, and moves his cock to George’s wet lips.
George takes him like an A-student he is. Like he is good at everything he does, and he probably is. Fucking George Russel, a queen of sucking cock. Max can’t even call him a king, not with these eyelashes and blue eyes and dainty fingers that ghostly touch his cock, making Max move more erratically. George takes everything in, breathes through his nose, and moans deep down his throat.
“Well, this is hot.” Daniel can never do one thing. He always has to be everywhere. Even now, when Max is getting George’s throat fucked, Daniel has to sit and observe, already without clothes. When did Daniel take off everything? Max doesn’t know. And doesn’t really care. But he can appreciate Daniel’s body, still strong but also a bit soft around the edges. Daniel is dark, his hair thick and bushy; it almost looks like fur. Hell, Max barely sees his cock, only the swollen head. “But I’d better go back to my task before Maxie kills me, got it.” Daniel winks, Max rolls his eyes, and grabs George by the hair. It is quite long, which makes it so easy to hold George and fuck his face.
At one point, Max feels so amazing, so fucking good that he loses time and space. He hears noises: of Daniel sucking and slurping, of George gargling and choking, of his own breathing, wild and erratic. He feels things: George’s fingers squeezing his thigh, George’s lips wet and slippery, his accidental teeth, and his hair under his fingers. But he doesn’t see anything; he just lives through it.
And then George makes an aborted movement, his frontal teeth unpleasantly catch on the head of Max’s cock, getting Max to curse and open his eyes. He takes out his cock to George’s embarrassed gaze and burning cheeks.
“Sorry,” Daniel giggles, “it was my fault, probably. I am just so good at my job.”
So good at sucking cock and making George come and almost bite Max’s dick off. Fucking Daniel.
“That’s fine,” Max smiles. He is not angry at George. George is a perfect boy today. Daniel is another thing. But Daniel is a brat, simple as it is. “You can atone for your sins by sitting silently and not interrupting us.”
“Sure, mate, you go.”
Daniel gets his hand on his cock, moving slowly up and down, letting the shaft peek through the bushes of his coarse hair. Max looks Daniel right in the eyes when he slips back into the warmth of George’s mouth. It doesn’t take long, considering Max was almost there when Daniel interrupted them. Instead, Max concentrates and starts fucking George’s mouth quicker, harsher but still carefully enough not to tear his stupid plumpy lips. After orgasm, George is even more pliant and sweet, so beautiful in his desire to service Max, even though he has tears in his eyes. Max gently wipes off the tear with his thumb and kisses George on the ear.
“Close your eyes, lovely,” he whispers, and quickly grabs his cock so he can finish on George’s handsome face. He tries to avoid eyes, but alas. The goopy white cum covers George’s bushy eyebrows and his nose, his left trembling eyelid, and lips.
George licks his lips clean.
“Fucking hell,” Max cannot catch a breath. “Don’t open your eyes, wait a moment.”
Max grabs Enchante hoodie because he is Max, and Daniel has almost ruined his orgasm. Hoodie is white anyway, and his cum is white too. He gently wipes George and licks his eyelid, just to be safe. George giggles, and Max smiles.
“Now, you can open your eyes.” Max turns to Daniel, who is still wanking off. “And what should we do with you, hm?”
“I am fine.” Daniel is close. Max can see it by his scrunched nose and blush on his cheeks. “It was so sexy I almost busted, but controlled myself. Georgie, can I come on you, too? Not on the face, but maybe your body?”
“Yeah, sure,” George seems to be out of it. But he lies down with his head on the pillow. Max finally takes his pants and underwear off and lies next to George.
“Come on, Danny,” he taunts, “look at George’s body, he waits for you to colour him.”
“Fuck off, Maxie.” Daniel is barely speaking, more like growling. Daniel has a crazy wrist game. He was always able to make Max come so fast just by jerking him off. A moment and his hips buckle, and then he comes all over George’s stomach and a placid dick. White droplets of paint on a human canvas. Daniel falls next to them, breathing hard and loudly. “That was fantastic.”
“Indeed,” Max runs his finger down George’s body. From his pointy shoulder to his protruding ribs and the hard muscles of his press. George trembles under his finger, his soft skin covered in goosebumps; his attentive stare follows Max’s every moment.
Max smirks and picks up a white sticky substance with the tip of his finger. He looks at it and then looks at George and Daniel.
“Are you too sensitive now, George?” He asks, not able to hide his eagerness.
“A bit, but I like to be sensitive, why?” George is so honest, so open today. Max wants to devour him from head to toe, and he is going to do that. Daniel will help him.
“Mmm, it is just that the night is long, you know.”
George is soft down there, too. So soft and so hot, his balls a bit sweaty. Max doesn’t mind. He puts his slippery finger to the tight ring of muscles and gently rubs the anus. He is still not sure if there is a possibility to put their dicks in George, but he is going to stuff George full of his fingers. Daniel will help him.