Shower Yourself In Victory
A/N: from this. (I'd love to watch Sebastian taking a shower after a race he has won.)
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“Where’s Sebastian gone?” Mark frowns at the room, all of them here to celebrate the win of the person he can’t find. He’s only just made it to the party, commiserating his own poor race and loss of a championship with alcohol and a good speaking to from Ann. Still, his own misery can be put aside, he has a young boyfriend who’s just won the championship, and it’s far more important to celebrate the good things about today than sulk over the bad. Christian shrugs, grins at him
“Somewhere. Ask Tommi.” He suggests, before they catch glance of Tommi and the limbo pole that seems to have appeared from nowhere. “On second thoughts, don’t ask Tommi.” He corrects, as they laugh. “Try his room, we covered him in that disgusting rose water stuff, he probably wants to get changed.” Christian suggests. “Don’t be too long, will you?” He winks, as Mark blushes, still unable to get over the awkwardness of Christian knowing about their relationship
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Sebastian is, as suggested, in his room, the shower audible from the corridor, the fainter sounds of singing only evident when Mark slips into the room, gives a faint whistle under his breath at the sight he’s welcomed with. Sebastian’s facing away from him, unaware that Mark’s now in the room, and Mark can’t take his eyes off him, admiring the lean, toned and wet body in front of him, water trailing down a smooth back, over the curve of his arse, trickling down long legs. He’s relaxed in a way Mark hasn’t seen him in in a long time, shoulder muscles no longer so tense you could bruise a finger poking them. Mark leans casually against the wall, watches as Sebastian washes the shampoo from his hair, fingers tangling through the strands Mark loves to run his fingers through, before one slides away, down his chest, and Mark knows exactly where it’s headed, knows that the hand following it will settle on his chest, pinching at a rosy nipple, and that the other will wrap around his cock, gentle strokes first, he knows how Sebastian likes it. He knows the noises Sebastian will make too, the gentle sigh as he finally touches himself, and he knows the play of muscles in his arms, shoulders as he moves his hand. His imagination, his memories will fill in the blanks when Sebastian groans, and Mark knows that he’s pulled his foreskin back, thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, dipping into the slit to gather pre-come to ease the slide of his hand, and his hips roll forwards, pushing his cock into his fist, and Mark’s intrigued by how the muscles in his arse flex as he moves, and he’s never wanted to film them together more than he wants to now, just to watch how Sebastian’s body would move above him, below him, how they fit together
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But that can wait for another time, another place, for know, he can simply watch, moans audibly when Sebastian twists round, eyes closed, leans against the shower wall, free hand sliding down his chest to tug at his balls, and seeing him is better than Mark could ever have imagined, he forgets all the tiny little details sometimes, and now he drinks them in, the flushed skin of his chest, the trail of dark hair running down from the dip of his bellybutton (and oh, how Mark loves dipping a finger into Sebastian’s bellybutton, ticklish as Sebastian is), the dark spread of clumped-together eyelashes across pink cheeks, white teeth biting down on red lips. His own hand slides downwards, button of his jeans easily yielding before he wraps his hand around himself, uses the same pace as Sebastian is, before he stops, shivers under the dark gaze Sebastian turns on him when he opens his eyes, but Sebastian smirks, gasps and shudders when he comes, eyes never leaving Mark’s, even as they lose their focus in the haze of pleasure clouding them.
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“Didn’t realise you were here.” Sebastian pants, sags against the wall, letting the flow of water over him wash the come from his hand and stomach, running a clean hand through his hair, works a knot out. “I’d have invited you in.” Mark shrugs with one shoulder, moves his hand again, smirks as Sebastian’s eyes slide downwards, watching the movement of Mark’s hand in his jeans, pouting at the restricted view he has, but then it’s only fair, Mark reasons, through a lust-addled mind, he’s been restricted to watching Sebastian’s back while he got himself off
“Or I could have just watched you.” Mark gasps out, lets his eyes fall half-closed, admires Sebastian’s front now he can, flat, toned stomach, strong thighs, gorgeous cock softening now. “You have no idea,” he starts, closes his eyes and forces them open again as he watches water run down the contours of Sebastian’s hips, longs to run his tongue over them, knows he can in just a few short hours, “just how fucking sexy you are.” He finishes, groans and comes in his pants, sliding down the wall he’s leant on when his knees give in
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The bonus of that, of course, is sharing a shower with Sebastian, short though it may be when the hot water turns on and they retreat giggling at the shrieks they’d made when the cold water had rained down on them. “Come on, then, Mr Weltmeister. Party time.” Mark grins, wraps an arm around his teammate’s shoulders, and shoves him laughing into the crowd of mechanics chanting his name, watches in delight when Sebastian is promptly handed a drink and sent on a victory crowd-surf. Not the way he’d wanted today to go, but definitely the second-best of the two options, he muses, raises an eyebrow when Sebastian passes him on his way to collect another drink, mouths ‘later’ at him, and even in the flickering of the lights in the party, he can see the pretty flush he’s put on Sebastian’s face, and he’s going to know exactly how far he can get that blush to spread sooner or later.
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“Where’s Sebastian gone?” Mark frowns at the room, all of them here to celebrate the win of the person he can’t find. He’s only just made it to the party, commiserating his own poor race and loss of a championship with alcohol and a good speaking to from Ann. Still, his own misery can be put aside, he has a young boyfriend who’s just won the championship, and it’s far more important to celebrate the good things about today than sulk over the bad. Christian shrugs, grins at him
“Somewhere. Ask Tommi.” He suggests, before they catch glance of Tommi and the limbo pole that seems to have appeared from nowhere. “On second thoughts, don’t ask Tommi.” He corrects, as they laugh. “Try his room, we covered him in that disgusting rose water stuff, he probably wants to get changed.” Christian suggests. “Don’t be too long, will you?” He winks, as Mark blushes, still unable to get over the awkwardness of Christian knowing about their relationship
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Sebastian is, as suggested, in his room, the shower audible from the corridor, the fainter sounds of singing only evident when Mark slips into the room, gives a faint whistle under his breath at the sight he’s welcomed with. Sebastian’s facing away from him, unaware that Mark’s now in the room, and Mark can’t take his eyes off him, admiring the lean, toned and wet body in front of him, water trailing down a smooth back, over the curve of his arse, trickling down long legs. He’s relaxed in a way Mark hasn’t seen him in in a long time, shoulder muscles no longer so tense you could bruise a finger poking them. Mark leans casually against the wall, watches as Sebastian washes the shampoo from his hair, fingers tangling through the strands Mark loves to run his fingers through, before one slides away, down his chest, and Mark knows exactly where it’s headed, knows that the hand following it will settle on his chest, pinching at a rosy nipple, and that the other will wrap around his cock, gentle strokes first, he knows how Sebastian likes it. He knows the noises Sebastian will make too, the gentle sigh as he finally touches himself, and he knows the play of muscles in his arms, shoulders as he moves his hand. His imagination, his memories will fill in the blanks when Sebastian groans, and Mark knows that he’s pulled his foreskin back, thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, dipping into the slit to gather pre-come to ease the slide of his hand, and his hips roll forwards, pushing his cock into his fist, and Mark’s intrigued by how the muscles in his arse flex as he moves, and he’s never wanted to film them together more than he wants to now, just to watch how Sebastian’s body would move above him, below him, how they fit together
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But that can wait for another time, another place, for know, he can simply watch, moans audibly when Sebastian twists round, eyes closed, leans against the shower wall, free hand sliding down his chest to tug at his balls, and seeing him is better than Mark could ever have imagined, he forgets all the tiny little details sometimes, and now he drinks them in, the flushed skin of his chest, the trail of dark hair running down from the dip of his bellybutton (and oh, how Mark loves dipping a finger into Sebastian’s bellybutton, ticklish as Sebastian is), the dark spread of clumped-together eyelashes across pink cheeks, white teeth biting down on red lips. His own hand slides downwards, button of his jeans easily yielding before he wraps his hand around himself, uses the same pace as Sebastian is, before he stops, shivers under the dark gaze Sebastian turns on him when he opens his eyes, but Sebastian smirks, gasps and shudders when he comes, eyes never leaving Mark’s, even as they lose their focus in the haze of pleasure clouding them.
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“Didn’t realise you were here.” Sebastian pants, sags against the wall, letting the flow of water over him wash the come from his hand and stomach, running a clean hand through his hair, works a knot out. “I’d have invited you in.” Mark shrugs with one shoulder, moves his hand again, smirks as Sebastian’s eyes slide downwards, watching the movement of Mark’s hand in his jeans, pouting at the restricted view he has, but then it’s only fair, Mark reasons, through a lust-addled mind, he’s been restricted to watching Sebastian’s back while he got himself off
“Or I could have just watched you.” Mark gasps out, lets his eyes fall half-closed, admires Sebastian’s front now he can, flat, toned stomach, strong thighs, gorgeous cock softening now. “You have no idea,” he starts, closes his eyes and forces them open again as he watches water run down the contours of Sebastian’s hips, longs to run his tongue over them, knows he can in just a few short hours, “just how fucking sexy you are.” He finishes, groans and comes in his pants, sliding down the wall he’s leant on when his knees give in
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The bonus of that, of course, is sharing a shower with Sebastian, short though it may be when the hot water turns on and they retreat giggling at the shrieks they’d made when the cold water had rained down on them. “Come on, then, Mr Weltmeister. Party time.” Mark grins, wraps an arm around his teammate’s shoulders, and shoves him laughing into the crowd of mechanics chanting his name, watches in delight when Sebastian is promptly handed a drink and sent on a victory crowd-surf. Not the way he’d wanted today to go, but definitely the second-best of the two options, he muses, raises an eyebrow when Sebastian passes him on his way to collect another drink, mouths ‘later’ at him, and even in the flickering of the lights in the party, he can see the pretty flush he’s put on Sebastian’s face, and he’s going to know exactly how far he can get that blush to spread sooner or later.
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