In Which Sebastian Vettel Gets Thoroughly Fucked
A collection of plot-less drabbles.
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Characters: the entire 2013 grid.
Pairings: Sebastian Vettel/Everyone.
Rating: Black Flag.
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I. Sebastian.
Sebastian moans, squirms against the bedcovers, arse up in the air and three fingers buried inside it, head turned to the side as he gasps, wriggling back so he can get deeper. He shifts, kneels and groans, finding that perfect angle he loves. But his fingers aren't enough, they can't get a decent angle and they certainly can't get as deep as he wants. He drags his eyes open, finds the toy he's looking for already laid out on the bed waiting for him, and it takes mere moments to slick it up, press it against his stretched hole and moan with the pleasure of it, because it's not even inside him yet and yet it feels so perfect, so much better than his fingers. He pushes it as deep as he can, rocks his hips down on it and shudders, finding his prostate with familiar accuracy, delighting in the pleasure it brings him, and he can't even find the breath to moan when he turns the vibrator on, shuddering helplessly as it shakes him. He barely needs a hand around his leaking cock before he's coming, crying out as he crumples to the bed with the force of it, squirming around as the vibrator still stimulates him and the sheets rub against his sensitive cock. He groans, rolling onto his back and sliding his toy out of him, moans as he feels too empty but the feeling of relaxation sliding through every muscle is too much to resist and he yawns, lets himself slide into sleep.
II. Mark.
It's angry, and Mark refuses to even look at his face, rolls Sebastian over and yanks him up to his knees. Sebastian gets quick preparation because Mark has little care for Sebastian's pleasure. But it's enough, and if anything the discomfort of Mark pushing in is worth it, because Sebastian loves the stretch he feels, and certainly loves the fast pace Mark goes at, collapses down to his elbows and moans his pleasure out into the mattress, hands clutching at the sheets as Mark rams himself home, occasionally hitting Sebastian's prostate with one of his vicious thrusts, a movement that has Sebastian convulsing underneath Mark with the sparks it sends running through his nerves, and he arches his back, wriggles around a little until it's a good angle for him even with Mark's little care for his pleasure, because for Mark this is revenge, this is him being the top dog and him telling Sebastian that where he belongs is under Mark. And Sebastian loves it, this, the feeling of utter submission that comes when Mark comes and pulls out, leaving him open, desperate and pleading with him. But Mark leaves him like that, alone in his room, to get himself off with his own hands, Mark giving him nothing more than he wants to, controlling him and Seb sometimes feels like he'd piss Mark of on a daily basis if it meant sex like this.
III. Fernando.
It's Fernando's way of saying congratulations, on his knees submitting to the man who beat him, and Sebastian thrusts into his mouth, rocks back into the fingers stretching him. They have to be quick, tucked in a quiet corner of one of the buildings at Interlagos, and Seb deems the rushed preparation to be enough, squirms away and turns around, pants around his knees limiting how far he can spread his legs, but Fernando groans anyway, stumbles to his feet from stiff knees to rub the head of his cock against Sebastian's hole as Sebastian moans and moves backwards, trying to get Fernando's cock inside him and its good for him that they've got to hurry, because it means that Fernando is quick to set up a fast rhythm, one that has Sebastian moaning around his own fist, stuffed into his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet, the adrenaline already running through his body adding to the rush from the sex and he watches his come splatter against the wall before he stifles a last moan when Fernando comes inside him and pulls out, tugging up both of their trousers and turning Seb around, watching him slump against the wall, eyes lidded and a grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations. The best man won." Fernando says, even if his expression doesn't quite match what he's saying. But then it's hardly likely that it would - he's still upset that Sebastian won, so Seb lets him go with a nod in condolence, before he tidies himself up and heads for the team celebrations, utterly delighted with himself.
IV. Felipe.
It's a welcome back for Felipe, to have Sebastian on his knees, sucking his cock. It's even more of a welcome back to have Sebastian offering up his arse, already stretched and slick and Felipe likes this, even if he knows its only a one-off, so he takes advantage of it, grips his hips so hard he knows they'll be bruises, and he likes the idea of that, of leaving something on Sebastian that will linger longer than the come he leaves mixed with Seb's on his stomach.
V. Jenson.
Sebastian adores the way Jenson's hands always clutch at his thighs when he settles on Jenson's lap, Jenson's cock as deep inside him as it will go. They're gripping so tightly that Sebastian knows he will have bruises, five perfect violet lines, reminding him of this every time he sees them. He splays his hands across the taut expanse of Jenson's stomach, feeling the muscles shift under his palms as Jenson tries to stay still, not to thrust up into him. He moves then, taunting them both with slow movements, gently rolling his hips, lifting up so only the head of Jenson's cock is inside him and clenching his arse around it, before he gives up on the teasing, no matter how pretty Jenson's pleas sound from beneath him because he can't hold off any longer, has to ride Jenson until they both come, groaning in unison and collapsing side by side to sleep off the hormone rush, sticky bodies pressed together.
VI. Sergio.
Jenson suggests it, sets them and sits watching them, Sergio with that wild, desperate pace of somebody new to this, but Jenson likes it, watching the muscles in Sergio's arse move as he thrusts, the way Sebastian's legs splay open, the clutch of Sebastian's hands around the headboard and the moans that tumble out of Sebastian's mouth. He's watching Jenson watching them, watching how Jenson's hand wraps around his cock and tugs at the foreskin, Sebastian licking his lips every time the head's revealed by the motion of Jenson's hand. Even though it's Sergio fucking him, its Jenson who Sebastian's watching and its the sight of Jenson which Sebastian is jerking off to, even if its Sergio's cock nudging against his prostate. It's Sergio who leaves once they've all come, and Jenson who spoons Sebastian when they fall asleep.
VII. Kimi.
Kimi comes to him after the first race of his return, leans casually on the doorframe of his hotel room as Sebastian swallows, eyes flickering downwards, fully aware that he's only dressed in a towel. That's quick to fall to the floor, flicked to one side by Kimi as he steps into the room, door falling shut behind him. He hardens even further with Kimi walking towards him as he steps backwards towards the bed, and Kimi smirks when Sebastian falls backwards onto the bed, cock slapping obscenely against his stomach, legs splaying open as Kimi crawls between them, body still familiar even after so long apart, and their skin brushing together is enough to have Sebastian moaning, the sensation of Kimi sliding home and fucking him into the mattress is enough to topple Sebastian over the edge far too soon, but Kimi doesn't stop, fucks him through it as Sebastian screams, body quivering as Kimi repeatedly rams into him, every nerve on fire, every cell tingling as it becomes too much, but with Kimi it's never enough, never enough and he's almost upset when Kimi finally comes, except for the fact that Kimi looks gorgeous when he comes, flush across his cheeks, eyes staying locked with Sebastian's as they cloud over with pleasure, hips juddering before they still and Kimi collapses on top go Sebastian, and that's where they stay until the morning, curled together because it's been too long since this has happened.
VIII. Romain.
Romain rolls Sebastian onto his front, and Sebastian easily spreads his legs, ruts down against the mattress until Romain stops him with a gentle hand laid against his arse, curving around an arse cheek and spreading them, kneeling over him and bending over to blow gently over the pucker of his hole, watches as it twitches, Sebastian moaning into the sheets. His toes curl, fingers clutching at the sheets when Romain properly spreads his arse cheeks and licks over his hole, teasing him, introducing fingers and lube when Sebastian demands more, pushing his arse up into Romain's face, onto Romain's fingers. Sebastian is loose before long, and Romain slides up his body, pushes in and groans as Sebastian shudders, arse rising again to push Romain further into him. Romain doesn't let him though, pins him to the bed and doesn't let him move, fucks him at a pace that has Sebastian crying out for more, fighting the hold Romain has on him, desperate to control how much Romain gives him but he can't. But Sebastian doesn't seem to mind, judging by how vocal his compliments of Romain's cock are, how he demands more every time Romain pulls back. He's coming before Romain can even comprehend it, garbled German groaned into the pillow he's clinging to, going limp underneath Romain and moaning every time Romain thrusts into him, delighted moan when Romain comes too, pulling out and tugging the condom off, splashing come up Sebastian's back and over his arse, his hole clenching in delight as Sebastian groans when come splatters over it too.
IX. Nico R.
Sebastian's wearing frilly panties when he knocks on the door of Nico's hotel room, lace rubbing against his cock every time he shifts his stance, and they're already damp by the time Nico lets him in and pins him against the door, tugging at his jeans and moaning with shocked arousal at seeing Sebastian in them, and its even better when Sebastian strips, t-shirt pulled slowly over his head and jeans pulled off when he's bent over, back to Nico and the sight of his arse in the panties is almost better than the sight of the swell of his cock in them, but then Sebastian turns around again and he's only wearing the panties now, and its obscene, pale pink lace darkened by the damp patch of pre-come staining them. Nico groans, sits on the end of the bed and palms at his own cock through his jeans, watches Sebastian dance around a little, teasing himself and letting the red, wet head of his cock peek out from above the waistband before Nico snaps, quickly stripping and throwing Sebastian down onto the bed, palm rubbing over Sebastian's cock and watching as he squirms, fingers grasping at the sheets, moan pouring from between his already bitten-red lips, tongue flickering over them when Nico moves his hand away. "Roll over." Nico demands, grasps his cock to stop himself coming at the sight presented to him when Sebastian rolls over onto his hands and knees, shakes his arse a little to tempt Nico. And it works, Nico tugging the delicate fabric aside just enough to reveal his hole, taps the base of the butt plug he's wearing. Sebastian shudders, moves his arse back into Nico's touch and whimpers when Nico pulls out the plug with little warning, fingers teasing at the stretched rim before he slides on a condom and places his cock at Sebastian's entrance, groans when Sebastian pushes back towards him. It's an easy slide home, he's so open and slick and the visuals are nearly as good as the sex itself, Sebastian crumpling down to the bed when his arms collapse from underneath him and his back arching, pushing his arse up into Nico's thrusts. The fabric of the pushed-aside panties rubs against Nico's cock with every thrust and Nico comes far before he wants to, toppled over the edge suddenly because his orgasm sneaks up on him, and Sebastian's little mewl when Nico gives a few sudden sharp thrusts before he holds himself deep in Sebastian, pulls out and lets him flop down to the bed, hips no longer held up by Nico's hands and he can't help his thrusts against the bed and his pitiful mewl when Nico rolls him over and prevents this. But then Nico slides the plug back into him and palms his cock through the lace, and its more than enough to shove Sebastian into his own orgasm, limbs quaking as the damp patch grows, and then they lay together, trying to catch their breath until Sebastian groans and drags himself to his feet, stripping out of his panties and wincing, looking at his jeans. He leaves the panties for Nico to find in the morning, tucked under the pillow when he kisses a sleeping Nico goodbye and goes back to his own room to go to sleep, leaving the plug for himself to keep as a memento of the occasion.
X. Lewis.
Sebastian rides Lewis with his back turned, head tossed back as he rolls his hips, one hand on his himself while the other dips between Lewis' legs to play with his balls. It's over far too soon and Lewis rolls over, ignores Sebastian as he tidies himself up and shows himself out, leaving Lewis to stare at the curtains, missing his relationship now its gone.
XI. Nico H and XII. Esteban.
Esteban's adorably inexperienced. He's blushing when Sebastian opens Nico's door to find him there, and while he's willing, he's skittish, shy and it takes them a while to get to where they want to be, with Nico mouthing at the nape of Esteban's neck as Esteban pushes into Sebastian, eyes closing as Sebastian tries his best to stay still, to let Esteban control this. Esteban's gentle until he loses the fight to keep in control and speeds up before he comes, far too soon but it's ok because he's young and he'll get himself off again as he watches Nico fuck Sebastian too, Nico's cock glistening with a mixture of lube and Esteban's come, the mixture dripping out of Sebastian even as he rides Nico with his head flung back and his cock leaking pre-come onto his fingers as he jerks himself off, hips moving nearly as fast as his hand is. Nico's cock is perfect inside him, big and the stretch is wonderful, and its even better when he's slicked up with come.
XIV. Paul.
Paul's the first person to fuck him, when they're young and in awe of the world and each other, and he presses kisses to Sebastian's stomach, gentle bites to the inside of his thighs as he carefully stretches him open, watching in wonder as Sebastian enjoys the new sensation, his arse tight around Paul's fingers and even tighter around his cock when he pushes in carefully, Sebastian wide-eyed in wonder at the new feelings, legs rising to wrap around Paul's waist, to pull him closer. It takes them a little while to find a rhythm, but Sebastian's unspoken pleas are easy to read and their rhythm goes faster, harder until Paul comes, elbows collapsing from underneath him and squishing Sebastian, who grumbles out his disapproval of Paul stopping, squirms underneath him and clenches his muscles around Paul's oversensitive cock. Paul slides out of him as he shudders, slides fingers inside him again and aims them at that spot which has Sebastian choking on a moan and grasping his cock as he comes too, arching into Paul's touch again. "Fuck." He gasps, as soon as he can speak again, pulling Paul up the bed to lie next to him with the hand he'd wanked off with and smearing come over Paul's shoulder. Paul laughs breathlessly, nuzzles at his jaw and kisses him softly, curls close and drifts off to sleep with him.
XV. Adrian.
It's a goodbye when Adrian fucks Sebastian, biting at the back of his neck, both of them trying to stay quiet in an airport toilet, even if they can't with the sounds of Adrian's hips slapping Sebastian's arse every time he thrusts. Sebastian chokes back his moan and shoves his arse backwards, as Adrian muffles his sobs into the Sebastian's shoulder. He knows its the end, knows that this is the first and last time, and Sebastian knows it too so he takes what he can, a rough fuck tucked away in a toilet before Adrian leaves, possibly for good. It's a shame, Sebastian thinks, so he moans around the hand Adrian shoves over his mouth as he comes and relishes in the sensation of being filled.
XVI. Pastor.
It's a punishment, for Pastor, when Sebastian seduces him. He uses him, cock ring keeping Pastor from coming while Sebastian leaves a wet patch on Pastor's sheets and then leaves him to get himself off, not even looking back when he walks out of the door.
XVII. Valtteri.
The new Finn on the grid is awed by Sebastian, touches him with reverence and astonishment, that Sebastian would want to be fucked by him, eyes falling shut as Valtteri pins his hips to the bed and keeps a steady pace, taunting Sebastian until his voice cracks around a plea and he properly fucks him, rough and desperate and sticky. He fucks him again in the morning, spooned around Sebastian, pushing into him when he's still lax and sleepy and its slower, less rushed but just as wonderful.
XVIII. Jean-Eric. and XIX. Daniel.
He's had them both before. But never like this, never together. Sometime between when he last shagged Daniel, he's got together with Jean-Eric properly and while it means he's being used as a sex toy for them, he loves it. He loves the feeling that he's being used for their pleasure, that his is only secondary and he certainly love the feeling of Jean-Eric sliding into him alongside Daniel. He's never felt this full before, and it makes him whimper even as Dan and Jean-Eric start to move, careful to coordinate their movements and they're kissing over Sebastian's shoulder, because while this is so much like when they take both their cocks in the hands and jerk them together, it's so much unlike it, and while they can feel their cocks rubbing against each other, its with Sebastian tight around them both, moaning between them, cock rubbing against Daniel's stomach, Jean-Eric occasionally breaking his and Daniel's kiss to bite bruises across the nape of his neck, across his shoulders as they shudder. It's so much better being inside Sebastian when they come too, feeling each other come and Sebastian's muscles clamping around them as his come splatters over his and Daniel's stomachs. But they curl around each other so tight you can barely tell where one starts and the other begins, at least that's what Sebastian thinks when he wakes up next to them the next morning, deliciously sore.
XX. Charles.
Charles startles when Sebastian corners him outside his room, immediately expecting trouble. He knows Sebastian was pissed off during practise when he was blocked, he's anticipating at the very least a bollocking from the situation he's in, Sebastian pinning him to the door with a hand either side of his head. "Fuck me." Sebastian says, and Charles wasn't quite expecting it to be a literal demand, but then he finds himself on his back, Sebastian moaning like a whore on top of him, wanton and writhing and he looks every inch like he's just stepped out of a porn film, fingers of one hand playing with his nipple as the other wraps around his cock, playing with the head, hips driving down faster before he comes, the fluttering of his muscles around Charles' cock toppling him over the edge, and Charles is still coming round when Sebastian pokes his shoulder, nod of a goodbye before he leaves Charles to sleep before qualifying the next day. He doesn't look at Sebastian the same way ever again though, not after that.
XXI. Giedo.
Giedo may be the oldest of the rookies, but Sebastian can't complain. Because it means that Giedo's confident with his own abilities beneath the sheets and he fucks Sebastian precisely the way he wants to be fucked, hard and fast, with the stamina that some of the others certainly don't have. It's perfect, Giedo hammering home with a vicious pace that has Sebastian shuddering beneath him, arching up off the mattress and struggling to find the mental ability to get his hand on his cock because this is wiping away any sort of brain function above the registration of sheer pleasure. He comes untouched, in the end, Giedo pinning both of his hands above his head with his own, grunting out his own orgasm above Sebastian.
XXII. Jules.
Jules is by far the prettiest of the rookies - Sebastian can't deny that much. He looks even more delicious when he's pushing apart Sebastian's thighs to tease at his hole with his cock, when Sebastian can feel the burn from their rough kisses on his jaw, when Jules thrusts in and groans, his head falling forwards because's tight, so tight, and it's completely and utterly unexpected to find the World Champion had wanted to be fucked like this, to find that Sebastian is writhing wantonly beneath him, squirming in his attempts to get Jules' cock inside him. Unexpected but he loves it, who wouldn't? Somebody writhing beneath you, doing everything they can to keep you cock-deep inside them, gasping out pleas for faster, deeper, harder, more.
XXIII. Max.
Sebastian catches Max sneaking onto the track late on Sunday night to stare up at the sky, sat on the grass besides the first corner and musing. They fuck there and then, leaving grass stains down the back of Sebastian's shirt and on the knees of Max's jeans. They sneak back out giggling, high on their orgasms and the thrill of doing it outside, on the track.
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Characters: the entire 2013 grid.
Pairings: Sebastian Vettel/Everyone.
Rating: Black Flag.
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I. Sebastian.
Sebastian moans, squirms against the bedcovers, arse up in the air and three fingers buried inside it, head turned to the side as he gasps, wriggling back so he can get deeper. He shifts, kneels and groans, finding that perfect angle he loves. But his fingers aren't enough, they can't get a decent angle and they certainly can't get as deep as he wants. He drags his eyes open, finds the toy he's looking for already laid out on the bed waiting for him, and it takes mere moments to slick it up, press it against his stretched hole and moan with the pleasure of it, because it's not even inside him yet and yet it feels so perfect, so much better than his fingers. He pushes it as deep as he can, rocks his hips down on it and shudders, finding his prostate with familiar accuracy, delighting in the pleasure it brings him, and he can't even find the breath to moan when he turns the vibrator on, shuddering helplessly as it shakes him. He barely needs a hand around his leaking cock before he's coming, crying out as he crumples to the bed with the force of it, squirming around as the vibrator still stimulates him and the sheets rub against his sensitive cock. He groans, rolling onto his back and sliding his toy out of him, moans as he feels too empty but the feeling of relaxation sliding through every muscle is too much to resist and he yawns, lets himself slide into sleep.
II. Mark.
It's angry, and Mark refuses to even look at his face, rolls Sebastian over and yanks him up to his knees. Sebastian gets quick preparation because Mark has little care for Sebastian's pleasure. But it's enough, and if anything the discomfort of Mark pushing in is worth it, because Sebastian loves the stretch he feels, and certainly loves the fast pace Mark goes at, collapses down to his elbows and moans his pleasure out into the mattress, hands clutching at the sheets as Mark rams himself home, occasionally hitting Sebastian's prostate with one of his vicious thrusts, a movement that has Sebastian convulsing underneath Mark with the sparks it sends running through his nerves, and he arches his back, wriggles around a little until it's a good angle for him even with Mark's little care for his pleasure, because for Mark this is revenge, this is him being the top dog and him telling Sebastian that where he belongs is under Mark. And Sebastian loves it, this, the feeling of utter submission that comes when Mark comes and pulls out, leaving him open, desperate and pleading with him. But Mark leaves him like that, alone in his room, to get himself off with his own hands, Mark giving him nothing more than he wants to, controlling him and Seb sometimes feels like he'd piss Mark of on a daily basis if it meant sex like this.
III. Fernando.
It's Fernando's way of saying congratulations, on his knees submitting to the man who beat him, and Sebastian thrusts into his mouth, rocks back into the fingers stretching him. They have to be quick, tucked in a quiet corner of one of the buildings at Interlagos, and Seb deems the rushed preparation to be enough, squirms away and turns around, pants around his knees limiting how far he can spread his legs, but Fernando groans anyway, stumbles to his feet from stiff knees to rub the head of his cock against Sebastian's hole as Sebastian moans and moves backwards, trying to get Fernando's cock inside him and its good for him that they've got to hurry, because it means that Fernando is quick to set up a fast rhythm, one that has Sebastian moaning around his own fist, stuffed into his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet, the adrenaline already running through his body adding to the rush from the sex and he watches his come splatter against the wall before he stifles a last moan when Fernando comes inside him and pulls out, tugging up both of their trousers and turning Seb around, watching him slump against the wall, eyes lidded and a grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations. The best man won." Fernando says, even if his expression doesn't quite match what he's saying. But then it's hardly likely that it would - he's still upset that Sebastian won, so Seb lets him go with a nod in condolence, before he tidies himself up and heads for the team celebrations, utterly delighted with himself.
IV. Felipe.
It's a welcome back for Felipe, to have Sebastian on his knees, sucking his cock. It's even more of a welcome back to have Sebastian offering up his arse, already stretched and slick and Felipe likes this, even if he knows its only a one-off, so he takes advantage of it, grips his hips so hard he knows they'll be bruises, and he likes the idea of that, of leaving something on Sebastian that will linger longer than the come he leaves mixed with Seb's on his stomach.
V. Jenson.
Sebastian adores the way Jenson's hands always clutch at his thighs when he settles on Jenson's lap, Jenson's cock as deep inside him as it will go. They're gripping so tightly that Sebastian knows he will have bruises, five perfect violet lines, reminding him of this every time he sees them. He splays his hands across the taut expanse of Jenson's stomach, feeling the muscles shift under his palms as Jenson tries to stay still, not to thrust up into him. He moves then, taunting them both with slow movements, gently rolling his hips, lifting up so only the head of Jenson's cock is inside him and clenching his arse around it, before he gives up on the teasing, no matter how pretty Jenson's pleas sound from beneath him because he can't hold off any longer, has to ride Jenson until they both come, groaning in unison and collapsing side by side to sleep off the hormone rush, sticky bodies pressed together.
VI. Sergio.
Jenson suggests it, sets them and sits watching them, Sergio with that wild, desperate pace of somebody new to this, but Jenson likes it, watching the muscles in Sergio's arse move as he thrusts, the way Sebastian's legs splay open, the clutch of Sebastian's hands around the headboard and the moans that tumble out of Sebastian's mouth. He's watching Jenson watching them, watching how Jenson's hand wraps around his cock and tugs at the foreskin, Sebastian licking his lips every time the head's revealed by the motion of Jenson's hand. Even though it's Sergio fucking him, its Jenson who Sebastian's watching and its the sight of Jenson which Sebastian is jerking off to, even if its Sergio's cock nudging against his prostate. It's Sergio who leaves once they've all come, and Jenson who spoons Sebastian when they fall asleep.
VII. Kimi.
Kimi comes to him after the first race of his return, leans casually on the doorframe of his hotel room as Sebastian swallows, eyes flickering downwards, fully aware that he's only dressed in a towel. That's quick to fall to the floor, flicked to one side by Kimi as he steps into the room, door falling shut behind him. He hardens even further with Kimi walking towards him as he steps backwards towards the bed, and Kimi smirks when Sebastian falls backwards onto the bed, cock slapping obscenely against his stomach, legs splaying open as Kimi crawls between them, body still familiar even after so long apart, and their skin brushing together is enough to have Sebastian moaning, the sensation of Kimi sliding home and fucking him into the mattress is enough to topple Sebastian over the edge far too soon, but Kimi doesn't stop, fucks him through it as Sebastian screams, body quivering as Kimi repeatedly rams into him, every nerve on fire, every cell tingling as it becomes too much, but with Kimi it's never enough, never enough and he's almost upset when Kimi finally comes, except for the fact that Kimi looks gorgeous when he comes, flush across his cheeks, eyes staying locked with Sebastian's as they cloud over with pleasure, hips juddering before they still and Kimi collapses on top go Sebastian, and that's where they stay until the morning, curled together because it's been too long since this has happened.
VIII. Romain.
Romain rolls Sebastian onto his front, and Sebastian easily spreads his legs, ruts down against the mattress until Romain stops him with a gentle hand laid against his arse, curving around an arse cheek and spreading them, kneeling over him and bending over to blow gently over the pucker of his hole, watches as it twitches, Sebastian moaning into the sheets. His toes curl, fingers clutching at the sheets when Romain properly spreads his arse cheeks and licks over his hole, teasing him, introducing fingers and lube when Sebastian demands more, pushing his arse up into Romain's face, onto Romain's fingers. Sebastian is loose before long, and Romain slides up his body, pushes in and groans as Sebastian shudders, arse rising again to push Romain further into him. Romain doesn't let him though, pins him to the bed and doesn't let him move, fucks him at a pace that has Sebastian crying out for more, fighting the hold Romain has on him, desperate to control how much Romain gives him but he can't. But Sebastian doesn't seem to mind, judging by how vocal his compliments of Romain's cock are, how he demands more every time Romain pulls back. He's coming before Romain can even comprehend it, garbled German groaned into the pillow he's clinging to, going limp underneath Romain and moaning every time Romain thrusts into him, delighted moan when Romain comes too, pulling out and tugging the condom off, splashing come up Sebastian's back and over his arse, his hole clenching in delight as Sebastian groans when come splatters over it too.
IX. Nico R.
Sebastian's wearing frilly panties when he knocks on the door of Nico's hotel room, lace rubbing against his cock every time he shifts his stance, and they're already damp by the time Nico lets him in and pins him against the door, tugging at his jeans and moaning with shocked arousal at seeing Sebastian in them, and its even better when Sebastian strips, t-shirt pulled slowly over his head and jeans pulled off when he's bent over, back to Nico and the sight of his arse in the panties is almost better than the sight of the swell of his cock in them, but then Sebastian turns around again and he's only wearing the panties now, and its obscene, pale pink lace darkened by the damp patch of pre-come staining them. Nico groans, sits on the end of the bed and palms at his own cock through his jeans, watches Sebastian dance around a little, teasing himself and letting the red, wet head of his cock peek out from above the waistband before Nico snaps, quickly stripping and throwing Sebastian down onto the bed, palm rubbing over Sebastian's cock and watching as he squirms, fingers grasping at the sheets, moan pouring from between his already bitten-red lips, tongue flickering over them when Nico moves his hand away. "Roll over." Nico demands, grasps his cock to stop himself coming at the sight presented to him when Sebastian rolls over onto his hands and knees, shakes his arse a little to tempt Nico. And it works, Nico tugging the delicate fabric aside just enough to reveal his hole, taps the base of the butt plug he's wearing. Sebastian shudders, moves his arse back into Nico's touch and whimpers when Nico pulls out the plug with little warning, fingers teasing at the stretched rim before he slides on a condom and places his cock at Sebastian's entrance, groans when Sebastian pushes back towards him. It's an easy slide home, he's so open and slick and the visuals are nearly as good as the sex itself, Sebastian crumpling down to the bed when his arms collapse from underneath him and his back arching, pushing his arse up into Nico's thrusts. The fabric of the pushed-aside panties rubs against Nico's cock with every thrust and Nico comes far before he wants to, toppled over the edge suddenly because his orgasm sneaks up on him, and Sebastian's little mewl when Nico gives a few sudden sharp thrusts before he holds himself deep in Sebastian, pulls out and lets him flop down to the bed, hips no longer held up by Nico's hands and he can't help his thrusts against the bed and his pitiful mewl when Nico rolls him over and prevents this. But then Nico slides the plug back into him and palms his cock through the lace, and its more than enough to shove Sebastian into his own orgasm, limbs quaking as the damp patch grows, and then they lay together, trying to catch their breath until Sebastian groans and drags himself to his feet, stripping out of his panties and wincing, looking at his jeans. He leaves the panties for Nico to find in the morning, tucked under the pillow when he kisses a sleeping Nico goodbye and goes back to his own room to go to sleep, leaving the plug for himself to keep as a memento of the occasion.
X. Lewis.
Sebastian rides Lewis with his back turned, head tossed back as he rolls his hips, one hand on his himself while the other dips between Lewis' legs to play with his balls. It's over far too soon and Lewis rolls over, ignores Sebastian as he tidies himself up and shows himself out, leaving Lewis to stare at the curtains, missing his relationship now its gone.
XI. Nico H and XII. Esteban.
Esteban's adorably inexperienced. He's blushing when Sebastian opens Nico's door to find him there, and while he's willing, he's skittish, shy and it takes them a while to get to where they want to be, with Nico mouthing at the nape of Esteban's neck as Esteban pushes into Sebastian, eyes closing as Sebastian tries his best to stay still, to let Esteban control this. Esteban's gentle until he loses the fight to keep in control and speeds up before he comes, far too soon but it's ok because he's young and he'll get himself off again as he watches Nico fuck Sebastian too, Nico's cock glistening with a mixture of lube and Esteban's come, the mixture dripping out of Sebastian even as he rides Nico with his head flung back and his cock leaking pre-come onto his fingers as he jerks himself off, hips moving nearly as fast as his hand is. Nico's cock is perfect inside him, big and the stretch is wonderful, and its even better when he's slicked up with come.
XIV. Paul.
Paul's the first person to fuck him, when they're young and in awe of the world and each other, and he presses kisses to Sebastian's stomach, gentle bites to the inside of his thighs as he carefully stretches him open, watching in wonder as Sebastian enjoys the new sensation, his arse tight around Paul's fingers and even tighter around his cock when he pushes in carefully, Sebastian wide-eyed in wonder at the new feelings, legs rising to wrap around Paul's waist, to pull him closer. It takes them a little while to find a rhythm, but Sebastian's unspoken pleas are easy to read and their rhythm goes faster, harder until Paul comes, elbows collapsing from underneath him and squishing Sebastian, who grumbles out his disapproval of Paul stopping, squirms underneath him and clenches his muscles around Paul's oversensitive cock. Paul slides out of him as he shudders, slides fingers inside him again and aims them at that spot which has Sebastian choking on a moan and grasping his cock as he comes too, arching into Paul's touch again. "Fuck." He gasps, as soon as he can speak again, pulling Paul up the bed to lie next to him with the hand he'd wanked off with and smearing come over Paul's shoulder. Paul laughs breathlessly, nuzzles at his jaw and kisses him softly, curls close and drifts off to sleep with him.
XV. Adrian.
It's a goodbye when Adrian fucks Sebastian, biting at the back of his neck, both of them trying to stay quiet in an airport toilet, even if they can't with the sounds of Adrian's hips slapping Sebastian's arse every time he thrusts. Sebastian chokes back his moan and shoves his arse backwards, as Adrian muffles his sobs into the Sebastian's shoulder. He knows its the end, knows that this is the first and last time, and Sebastian knows it too so he takes what he can, a rough fuck tucked away in a toilet before Adrian leaves, possibly for good. It's a shame, Sebastian thinks, so he moans around the hand Adrian shoves over his mouth as he comes and relishes in the sensation of being filled.
XVI. Pastor.
It's a punishment, for Pastor, when Sebastian seduces him. He uses him, cock ring keeping Pastor from coming while Sebastian leaves a wet patch on Pastor's sheets and then leaves him to get himself off, not even looking back when he walks out of the door.
XVII. Valtteri.
The new Finn on the grid is awed by Sebastian, touches him with reverence and astonishment, that Sebastian would want to be fucked by him, eyes falling shut as Valtteri pins his hips to the bed and keeps a steady pace, taunting Sebastian until his voice cracks around a plea and he properly fucks him, rough and desperate and sticky. He fucks him again in the morning, spooned around Sebastian, pushing into him when he's still lax and sleepy and its slower, less rushed but just as wonderful.
XVIII. Jean-Eric. and XIX. Daniel.
He's had them both before. But never like this, never together. Sometime between when he last shagged Daniel, he's got together with Jean-Eric properly and while it means he's being used as a sex toy for them, he loves it. He loves the feeling that he's being used for their pleasure, that his is only secondary and he certainly love the feeling of Jean-Eric sliding into him alongside Daniel. He's never felt this full before, and it makes him whimper even as Dan and Jean-Eric start to move, careful to coordinate their movements and they're kissing over Sebastian's shoulder, because while this is so much like when they take both their cocks in the hands and jerk them together, it's so much unlike it, and while they can feel their cocks rubbing against each other, its with Sebastian tight around them both, moaning between them, cock rubbing against Daniel's stomach, Jean-Eric occasionally breaking his and Daniel's kiss to bite bruises across the nape of his neck, across his shoulders as they shudder. It's so much better being inside Sebastian when they come too, feeling each other come and Sebastian's muscles clamping around them as his come splatters over his and Daniel's stomachs. But they curl around each other so tight you can barely tell where one starts and the other begins, at least that's what Sebastian thinks when he wakes up next to them the next morning, deliciously sore.
XX. Charles.
Charles startles when Sebastian corners him outside his room, immediately expecting trouble. He knows Sebastian was pissed off during practise when he was blocked, he's anticipating at the very least a bollocking from the situation he's in, Sebastian pinning him to the door with a hand either side of his head. "Fuck me." Sebastian says, and Charles wasn't quite expecting it to be a literal demand, but then he finds himself on his back, Sebastian moaning like a whore on top of him, wanton and writhing and he looks every inch like he's just stepped out of a porn film, fingers of one hand playing with his nipple as the other wraps around his cock, playing with the head, hips driving down faster before he comes, the fluttering of his muscles around Charles' cock toppling him over the edge, and Charles is still coming round when Sebastian pokes his shoulder, nod of a goodbye before he leaves Charles to sleep before qualifying the next day. He doesn't look at Sebastian the same way ever again though, not after that.
XXI. Giedo.
Giedo may be the oldest of the rookies, but Sebastian can't complain. Because it means that Giedo's confident with his own abilities beneath the sheets and he fucks Sebastian precisely the way he wants to be fucked, hard and fast, with the stamina that some of the others certainly don't have. It's perfect, Giedo hammering home with a vicious pace that has Sebastian shuddering beneath him, arching up off the mattress and struggling to find the mental ability to get his hand on his cock because this is wiping away any sort of brain function above the registration of sheer pleasure. He comes untouched, in the end, Giedo pinning both of his hands above his head with his own, grunting out his own orgasm above Sebastian.
XXII. Jules.
Jules is by far the prettiest of the rookies - Sebastian can't deny that much. He looks even more delicious when he's pushing apart Sebastian's thighs to tease at his hole with his cock, when Sebastian can feel the burn from their rough kisses on his jaw, when Jules thrusts in and groans, his head falling forwards because's tight, so tight, and it's completely and utterly unexpected to find the World Champion had wanted to be fucked like this, to find that Sebastian is writhing wantonly beneath him, squirming in his attempts to get Jules' cock inside him. Unexpected but he loves it, who wouldn't? Somebody writhing beneath you, doing everything they can to keep you cock-deep inside them, gasping out pleas for faster, deeper, harder, more.
XXIII. Max.
Sebastian catches Max sneaking onto the track late on Sunday night to stare up at the sky, sat on the grass besides the first corner and musing. They fuck there and then, leaving grass stains down the back of Sebastian's shirt and on the knees of Max's jeans. They sneak back out giggling, high on their orgasms and the thrill of doing it outside, on the track.