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Nico has been through enough shit to know when his life is going to veer terribly, terribly off course. But this…this has the potential to ruin everything he’s ever worked to build. Though, if he’s being honest, he couldn’t give a fuck what’s going to happen to his reputation after this. Not when there’s Gabriel to worry about.
His sweet, soft, perfect Gabriel.
He desperately fights the urge to reach for the hand of the man next to him. It’s not like he can’t, but knows that Gabriel is already distraught, and making this relationship visible to their team has been something they’ve wanted to avoid. But there’s no hiding now.
“This is bad,” Binoto sighs heavily, glasses lifting slightly as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is– I’ve never had to deal with anything like this before.”
Nico thinks none of the teams have, unless he’s been living under a rock and missed a leaked sex tape of two F1 drivers before.
“The FIA is deciding what measures to take–“
“We didn’t do anything wrong, Mattia,” Nico cuts him off angrily, slamming his fist down on the table and making everyone flinch. “If FIA thinks they can attack us then you damn sure need to protect us.”
“Understand, Nico, how bad this makes us look.”
“I don’t fucking care how it makes you look,” Nico grits out through his teeth, and the only thing that keeps him from snapping further is when a sneaker nudges against the side of his own. Gabriel hasn’t said anything all day, and his head has remained firmly down during this meeting, but just this simple contact from the man who had been withdrawn all morning, quells Nico’s anger just slightly. He hasn’t completely lost his boy. The blonde sighs heavily, “This only affects me and Gabi.”
“This affects Audi as well, Mr. Hülkenberg.”
Nico’s blue eyes narrow at the woman sitting across from him. Amelia Rissbon had been introduced as Audi’s new public relations specialist today, but even with her youthful features and wide hazel eyes, Nico doesn’t fucking trust her. She doesn’t seem put off by the blatant hostility, or at least, does a damn good job at not showing it. She just looks down at the papers in her hands with pursed lips. “I’d say it’s less to do with Mr. Bortoleto and more to do with you, Mr. Hülkenberg.”
“Yeah?” he practically hisses, because he knows what she isn’t saying. He’s read hundreds of thousands of posts online saying it. “How does it fucking look?”
“That you coerced and took advantage of a much younger teammate. That you’re abusing a power dynamic in your favor to steal more points than Mr. Bortoleto. That your relationship borders on paedophilic. That you raped—“
“How fucking dare you!” Nico shouts, standing up and jostling his chair onto the floor. He places both hands on the table and lets out a harsh breath. “Is that what this team really fucking thinks?” The last thing Nico is going to do is apologize for how young he knows Gabi is. He’s stopped thinking this thing between them was wrong a long time ago. He’s not going to let himself start thinking it again.
“Until further notice, you are suspended, Nico,” Binoto at least has the decency to look him in the eyes with some slight apology.
“What about Gabi?”
“Gabi will keep his seat and we will find someone to replace yours until FIA decides what to do,” Binoto clearly has no ill will towards Gabriel, but it’s the way everyone– people he respects– have started to look at Nico, like he’s some sort of predator, that has his world tilting on its axis.
“In the meantime, the two of you will refrain from being seen in public together– that includes the paddock. Not that you should even be attending races until further notice, Mr. Hülkenberg…of course what you do in private can’t be regulated. I’d just advise against any activities that could put this team in more trouble,” Ms. Rissbon’s coldness doesn’t surprise him. He’s known that she was a snake from the beginning, and Nico would never hit a woman, but she’s sparking a violence in him that he never knew was inside of him.
He’s not sure what he’s going to do– shout, break something, jump over the table and strangle one of the corporate assholes staring at him like he’s filth. But he ultimately doesn’t do any of that when a soft sob breaks through the silence. Nico doesn’t fucking care; he doesn’t care. He just grabs Gabriel in his arms, looping an arm beneath his legs and cradling the sobbing man against his chest.
Gabriel hasn’t shed a tear since this morning, not since their sex tape was leaked for the entire fucking world to see, but now that he has, Nico doesn’t think it’ll stop until he’s wrung out. “We’re leaving.”
“You can’t be seen—“
“I fucking drove us here,” Nico snaps at one of the suits, “And I sure as hell am not leaving him here with you.”
“Then get back to the hotel and stay there,” Rissbon says firmly, and if Nico wasn’t busy holding Gabriel to his chest, then he’d flip her off.
Nico gets them both out of the room hastily. His only priority is Gabriel. It has and always will be. He can worry about FIA and Audi and whoever the fuck thinks they have a say in their relationship later.
He ignores the looks of the employees he walks by, Gabriel secure in his arms. He knows they’re watching, even likely already having figured out what they’ve decided to think about the entire thing, but Nico only cares about what Gabriel thinks of him. And maybe he should give more of a shit about his career and reputation, but he just doesn’t right now. Not with the way the man is trembling in his hold.
So he gets Gabriel in the car, buckles the man tight in the passenger seat and shuts the door, before taking his place in the driver’s side and hiding them away behind tinted windows in the lowlight of the underground parking lot.
Gabriel makes some type of wounded, keening noise and Nico immediately reaches for his hands, intertwining their fingers, “Gabi, baby, it’s okay.”
“It-it’s not okay,” Gabriel’s breath hitches, curling in on himself and pulling his hands away. “It's not okay, Nico.”
Nico knows it’s not okay, but he also knows that it won’t help Gabriel if he agreed, “It’ll just blow over—“
“They think you raped me,” Gabriel says quietly, but it’s laced tight with pain. He finally looks over at Nico, round umber eyes teary, “People think you raped me.”
“It doesn’t matter what they think—“
“It does, Nico! Your entire life is ruined! Your career! You want to know what our friends think of you? Charles asked me if I needed help getting away from you! Charles,” Gabriel is still crying, but he laughs a bit hysterically, “Like all these years of driving alongside you never showed them who you are.”
“It only matters what you think of me—“
“Stop!” Gabriel’s voice raises his voice even further, “Nico, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t said anything. If I hadn’t brought it up, then we– you– Nico this is all my fault—“
“Gabriel,” Nico says firmly, reaching across the console to place a hand on his face, “It’s not your fault. I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted to, baby.”
“If I hadn’t lost my phone no one– no one would’ve found it and–,” Gabriel starts crying again, devastating sobs that make Nico break for him.
“No one should’ve stolen your phone in the first place,” Nico brushes his thumb across the man’s cheek, fingers cradling his jaw, “No one should’ve posted that online. It was ours. You have nothing to apologize for, mein schatz.”
“What’s going to- to happen to us?” Gabriel’s voice breaks, still crying thick tears that run down his face.
“Nothing is going to happen to us. Do you know why?”
“W-why?”
“Because I love you. I love you more than anything.”
It’s the first time he’s ever admitted it, and it makes his heart thump in his chest. Gabriel’s eyes go wide, lips parting like his breath is caught in his throat. He’s still crying, but he seems more in awe than devastated.
“you love me?” Gabriel’s voice is small, hesitant and insecure.
“Of course I do,” Nico’s eyes burn with tears he tries desperately to not shed. He has to be strong for them. “I love you, Gabriel.”
“i love you too,” Gabriel whispers, “i love you so much it hurts.”
“It’s going to be okay, alright?” Nico leans closer and places a kiss on his forehead, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Gabriel sighs and leans in closer. Nico kisses his forehead once more, then his left cheek, then his right, his nose, before settling on his plush lips delicately. The younger man sighs and kisses back just as softly. Nico parts his lips with his tongue, brushing them against each other. He grabs Gabriel’s face in both hands, secure and comforting. He tastes the salt of his tears, keeping Gabriel firmly in his hold even as the man starts crying into the kiss.
He pulls away before either of them can get carried away. They’re in public and already on thin ice. Gabriel tries to chase after his lips, but he holds the man back, instead pressing their foreheads together.
“I’m not leaving you, Gabriel,” Nico whispers, “We’re in this together.”
“promise?”
“I promise, baby. It’ll be alright.” He doesn’t know how much he’s assured the other man, but at least he hopes that Gabriel knows that nothing can tear them apart. Nico would burn the world down if anyone tried. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Gabriel sniffles, “Nico, I love you so fucking much.”
And Nico knows this is enough. Fuck whatever happens to him. Gabriel loves him. But he knows this isn’t going to be easy. He knows that things are going to get impossibly more fucked up. But Gabriel loves him. Gabriel loves him.
Nico doesn’t care about anything other than that.
- - -
The delicate weight of the man on top of him drives Nico crazy. Gabriel’s body has changed since they became teammates– muscles more defined, thighs thick and arms strong, stomach ridged with defined abdominals, ass fucking plump as his fingers squeeze. But he’s still so fucking small compared to him. Nico is larger than most of the other drivers, built like a fucking tree trunk. The size difference shouldn’t turn him on, but fuck it does.
Gabriel’s hips grind against him, leaking cock sliding against Nico’s in delicious friction. The younger man whines, face buried in the crook of Nico’s shoulder, rutting desperately in the way someone so young chases release frantically. Nico’s fingers dig into the rounded shape of his ass, other hand fucking his tight hole with three slicked up fingers. They’ve been at it like this for over twenty minutes, Nico slowing them down before either can climax. A delicious torture.
“Calm down, baby,” Nico says firmly, hand moving to his hips to hold him from moving– fingers stilling inside of him. Gabriel whimpers at the loss of friction. “There’s no rush.”
“Wanna cum,” Gabriel bites his neck softly.
“Wouldn’t you rather cum with my cock in your ass?” Nico teases and Gabriel groans, nodding quickly. “Or maybe I’ll eat you out, my tongue so fucking deep inside you while you paint your stomach white.”
“Nico,” Gabriel whimpers, fingers digging into his shoulders. His tongue licks along the pulsepoint of Nico’s neck, jumping erratically.
Nico groans, cock twitching, “I bet we look so fucking hot. Fuck I’d like to see it.” He thinks they need to find a hotel with a giant mirror or something.
Gabriel shivers, mumbling something against his skin that he can’t decipher. His fingers dig into the gentle curve of the younger man’s hips.
“What was that, baby?” Nico asks, frowning when Gabriel just mumbles again. “Look at me and speak clearly.” It’s the firm, commanding voice that he uses that Gabriel can never disobey. “Now.”
Gabriel moves slowly, lifting himself up, hands on either side of Nico’s head. He has a flush on his face that travels down his chest. He looks incredibly hesitant to speak.
“Tell me what you said, mein schatz.”
Gabriel just keeps staring down at him with a blush, and Nico tsks.
“Gabriel,” Nico asserts, “If you don’t tell me, then you don’t cum.”
The younger man looks terrified at the idea of it. So he swallows nervously and nods, “I said…I said we could film it.”
Nico’s eyes widen, breath catching in his throat. What a ridiculous, stupid, irresponsible idea. But just the thrill of filming themselves fucking, being able to watch it on his phone any fucking time of day, has Nico groaning. He can’t help moving his hips up, sliding his cock against Gabriel’s– fingers unintentionally dragging against his prostate and making the man cry out. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? Wanna film my dick in your tight pussy? Naughty fucking boy.”
“Nico,” Gabriel whimpers again, trying to move his body, but Nico’s large hand on his hip keeps him still.
“What are you waiting for? Get your phone.”
Gabriel seems surprised that Nico has actually agreed, almost freezing, but the removal of the blonde’s fingers has Gabriel whining in protest. It takes him a moment to come to the realization that Nico isn’t going to put them back in, so he nods frantically, getting off the bed in a rush to grab his phone on the table in the corner of the hotel room. But then he stands there, unsure what to do with it.
“Prop it up, baby,” Nico adjusts himself so he’s sitting up in the bed, pillows holding him up, “Then come ride my dick.”
Gabriel might actually be salivating, and a part of Nico wants to fuck that wet mouth. But he’d much rather fill the younger man with his cum– make it drip out of him at free practice tomorrow.
Nico hears the beep of the camera, has a brief moment of knowing that this is the worst fucking idea he’s ever had, but then Gabriel is climbing on top of him, knees on either side of him and a hunger in his eyes that makes everything else fade away.
“Can I ride your cock, daddy?” Gabriel whispers so quietly that Nico can barely hear it– pretty dark eyes and lips swollen pink from kisses. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, not as thick and long as Nico’s, but still impressive.
Nico grabs his hips so tightly that he knows the younger man will bruise. Daddy. That simple fucking word is almost enough to have him blow his fucking load. It’s different from papi; it’s not just a teasing joke; it’s for them only. The first time that Gabriel had said it, a moaning wrecked mess beneath him, Nico couldn’t fucking believe it. He’d come so hard and fast, he didn’t know what the hell had just happened.
Nico knows it’s so fucked up. That he’s actually old enough he could be Gabriel’s father. But that still doesn’t stop the possessive wave wash over him at each moaned out daddy.
His fingers brush at the curve of Gabriel’s hips. He looks up at the younger man– his tanned skin, plush pink lips, soft brunette curls. And those eyes– pools of dark chocolate irises and expanded pupils. He’s so fucking beautiful.
“Get on daddy’s cock, baby,” Nico murmurs and Gabriel’s eyes roll back at the soft command.
Gabriel reaches for Nico’s cock and they both groan. The brunette whimpers, “It’s too big.”
Oh, so they’re playing that game.
“Sweetheart, you ever ride a dick before?” Nico grins up at him.
Gabriel shakes his head, and Nico pulls him down with a firm grip on his hips, feeling the thick head of his cock brush against the other man’s lube slicked hole. Gabriel yelps in faux surprise, and it makes Nico laugh. His little minx– such a perfect fucking actor.
“You can do it, Gabriela. Try your best,” Nico encourages, guiding Gabriel down, pressing the head of his cock slowly past his tight ring of muscle, until it pops through. The brunette whimpers, body tensing like he isn’t used to getting fucked. Nico just laughs again. “Does it hurt?”
Gabriel’s eyes fill with tears, nodding his head with another whimper. Nico grins. His boy is putting on such a show. It feels just like their first time, albeit slightly more exaggerated. It still doesn’t stop from Nico pulling Gabriel down completely down onto his cock. The younger man cries out, so loud it has to travel through the hotel walls.
“Feels good?” Nico asks, head dizzy at the feeling of being enveloped in tight wet heat. “Tell me it feels good.”
“Feels so fucking good,” Gabriel pants, adjusting to the size, but Nico knows he loves it rough.
“Fuck yourself, darling,” Nico says– commands, “Make me cum, then I’ll touch that pretty cock..”
Gabriel shifts slightly then lets out a cry of pleasure. To anyone else it might seem like he’s in pain, but Nico knows all of his sounds now. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else, but here. And neither would Nico.
“You’re too big,” Gabriel’s hands find his chest, fingers digging into his pecs, feeling the muscles that Nico knows he loves. He squeezes Gabriel’s waist, so fucking tiny, his fingers spanning across warm skin.
“I know you can do it,” Nico murmurs, loving their little game, but still desperate for Gabriel to move. “Let daddy feel that wet cunt.” He moves his hips up and Gabriel exhales like the breath has been pushed from his lungs.
“What was that?”
“That’s your prostate, baby. Feels good, right?” Nico helps Gabriel move on his dick, keeping his hips angled just slightly to hit his prostate each time.
It’s all that Gabriel needs to give up on their game, moving himself in earnest, fucking himself on Nico’s cock. The blonde’s hands move to grip his ass, squeezing the plump flesh. Gabriel bounces up and down like a fucking pornstar, cock smearing precum between their stomachs.
He’s letting out the most sinful noises– high whines and low groans. Ah- ah- ah at each drag of Nico’s cock against his prostate. Nico moans deeply, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back against the wooden headboard. He loses himself in the feel of the younger man, goes insane at each sound.
“How are you so fucking big?” Gabriel gasps, “It’s not fucking fair.”
Nico wants to laugh, but only moans when Gabriel clenches around him. He growls and his fingers press even firmer, “You like that big dick?” He’s not going to deny that the praise boosts his ego a little too much.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Say it. Say you like my fat dick in that pretty pussy.”
Gabriel lets out a little cry. His hands travel up until his fingers curl in Nico’s blonde hair, tugging on the strands.
“Say it.”
“I-I like your,” Gabriel shivers, movements faster, and Nico knows he’s close, can feel it in the tightness of his hole, the shaking of his hands, and the tenseness of his thighs on either side of Nico’s. “I like your fat cock in my pretty pussy.”
Nico swears his eyes roll to the back of his head, and nothing stops him from planting his feet on the bed and fucking into the man above him. Gabriel goes limp, letting Nico thrust into him with a squelch of lubricant at each slide. He buries his face into the crook of Nico’s neck and whimpers.
“You feel so fucking good, Gabriela,” Nico whispers into his hair, smelling like the hotel shampoo. “So fucking good, baby.” He’s barely even aware of the phone, too lost in his sweet boy.
“Nico,” Gabriel clings onto him, dick so wet between them, dragging across Nico’s abs. “I need to cum.”
“Then do-do it,” Nico pants from the exertion, kissing the side of his head, feels Gabriel drooling on his shoulder as he jackhammers into the other man, skin slapping on skin.
“But—“
“No more games, Gabi,” Nico spreads his cheeks apart and pushes his cock in deep, suddenly slowing his thrusts and making Gabriel whine. Only to start grinding against his prostate with the thick head of his dick. “Cum, baby. Cum while I fill you up.”
Gabi doesn’t need to be told again, biting Nico’s shoulder harshly as he cums– milky spurts between them that hit the blonde’s chin. Nico holds him close, feels his asshole flutter around his cock, clenching so tightly that he sees stars.
Nico cums with a grunt, thick ropes of it painting Gabriel’s insides white. The younger man moans deeply at the feeling of it, clinging onto him, placing open mouthed kisses on the skin of his shoulder.
It feels like it lasts longer than an orgasm should, but that’s normal when he’s with Gabriel. Everything is just so much more.
“Nico, fuck,” Gabriel sighs, rapid heartbeat against his own as their chests touch. “I, I— fuck.”
“What, Gabi? Tell me, sweetheart,” Nico takes a few deep breaths as he fights to get back to reality. He doesn’t think anything could be better than having Gabriel in his arms. Fuck he fucking loves him. But he thinks if he says that, then Gabriel is going to run for the fucking hills. They’ve only been official for five months.
“I just…” Gabriel nuzzles into the crook of his neck, “I just like this.”
Nico laughs softly, placing another kiss to the side of head, curls tickling his nose, “I like this too, Gabi.” Outside of the haze of sex, Nico frowns, “You’ll be okay tomorrow? We don’t usually fuck before we have to get in the car.”
“I like being reminded of you,” Gabriel says, and Nico knows that there’s a blush on his face. Nico thinks he might just be blushing too, even if he’s fucking thirty-nine years old.
“Go turn the camera off, baby,” Nico runs his hands down Gabriel’s back, “We should get some rest before the weekend.”
“Don’t want to move,” Gabriel says sleepily, and Nico huffs in amusement.
So he slips out of the brunette carefully, even if they both still hiss at the loss of each other. He goes over to the phone propped up on the table next, turning off the recording before plugging it into the charger. Then he grabs a wet hand towel from the bathroom to clean them both up, and then Gabriel is in his arms again, head on his chest and legs tangled.
“M’night,” Gabriel mumbles, voice thick with sleep, and it makes Nico smile. He’s so fucking adorable.
Nico just pulls him closer and presses his face into the younger man’s hair. He’s absolutely ruined.
He’s so hopelessly, ridiculously in love.