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Sunday night after the Monaco race, something really strange happened to Oscar.

He was at a bar with Lando and a few other drivers, celebrating those who did well and drinking heavily for those who did poorly. Somehow, Oscar and Lando ended up in the points, which didn’t often happen. So they were definitely leaning more toward celebrating instead of commiserating.

But that’s not the weird thing that happened.

Lando got up to get them another round of drinks, leaving Oscar alone at their table. He was busy scrolling through his phone, his eyelids getting tequila-heavy, when suddenly someone was sitting heavily in the chair next to him. He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw it was none other than Max Verstappen.

“Hey, mate,” Max greeted him casually.

“Hey,” Oscar said, eyes flicking over Max’s red face. He was clearly a few drinks into his evening as well. They weren’t super close friends, but they had Lando in common, so they saw each other outside of racing here and there. It wasn’t completely weird of Max to sit down at his table. “Congrats on your win today,” Oscar said, raising his empty glass toward him in a cheers.

“Thanks, mate,” Max said happily, knocking his full glass against Oscar’s empty one before taking a sip. Max eyed his empty drink before asking, “Do you need another one?”

“Lando went to get us refills,” Oscar told him, having to lean in to be heard over the music. Max nodded, leaning back in his chair and taking another sip from his drink. Oscar found himself staring at the bright green lime just barely hanging off the rim of his glass before he dragged his eyes away.

“P9 and P10; not a bad result,” Max said, tongue poking out to chase after his straw.

Oscar snorted and rolled his eyes as he said, “Says the race winner.”

“Hey, that could have easily been me if my team had fucked up the pit stop,” Max said, and his words came out genuine despite being untrue. Red Bull never fucked up their pit stops. But Max wasn’t one to brag or rub his wins in anyone's face, and Oscar liked that about him.

Max was a two-time World Champion who was already miles ahead of everyone this season. He could easily be a dickhead about it and not feel any sympathy toward Oscar and his orange tractor. But that wasn’t Max. He was much nicer than people gave him credit for.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Oscar said, knocking his empty glass against Max’s again just so Max would have to take another drink. Max laughed at the gesture, returning his glass to his mouth to take a sip.

“Can I ask you a question?” Max said, setting his glass down and leaning forward on the table. Oscar nodded, but Max didn’t immediately say anything. Max’s eyes flicked over his face, trying to read Oscar’s expression. “I’m not sure how you’ll react. You’re a bit of a mystery.”

Oscar rolled his eyes because it was nothing he hadn’t heard before.

“So I’ve been told,” he said, shrugging. It wasn’t his fault that his default mode was to be expressionless. He had been told off about it his whole life; by his mother, teachers, and ex-partners. It was just how his face looked. He wasn’t sure how people expressed so much emotion on their faces without constantly forcing it.

“Tell me to fuck off if you want,” Max said, almost as a disclaimer. “Like... if I’m reading this wrong, just tell me to fuck off, okay?”

Oscar gave him a weird look and said, “Okay?”

“Cool,” Max said, nodding his head once. His eyes flicked around them, looking at everyone who was not paying them any attention before meeting his eyes again. “Are you straight?”

Oscar wouldn’t say he lived an average life. He was twenty-two years old and a Formula 1 driver. He had definitely found himself in some wild situations before. But having a two-time World Champion ask you about your sexual orientation was not something he ever expected to happen.

“What?” Oscar said, laughing. That seemed to amuse Max, and his eyes lit up with delight. That was something Oscar had noticed about Max; he was always pleased with himself when he made someone laugh. Even if it was at his own expense.

It was kinda cute.

“Like. You know. Do you only like girls?” Max said as if he needed to explain what being straight meant. Oscar half expected him to start gesturing with his hands and go full-on Maxsplaining about it. He should say something before that happened.

“Uhh...” Oscar said dumbly, laughing again. “Why do you ask?”

Oscar hoped he wasn’t trying to set him up with some girl at the bar.

He almost wanted to check over his shoulder and make sure someone wasn’t hovering nearby, waiting for Max’s signal. But Max’s eyes never left his. He never looked at anyone else waiting around them or gestured for anyone to sit at their table.

Instead, he grinned at him and sat back in his seat. He rested his long forearm along the back of Lando’s empty chair, smirking at Oscar with an expression that was hard to read. It was making the back of Oscar’s neck start to sweat.

Why the hell was he looking at him like that?

What was Oscar missing?

“I’m just curious,” Max finally said. “But I have a follow-up question, depending on how you answer.”

“What is this, a riddle?”

“Maybe,” Max said, laughing at him. He leaned forward again, leaning back into Oscar’s space. He leaned so close to him that Oscar could smell the cologne on his neck as he asked, “Do you like riddles, Oscar?”

What the hell kind of question was that?

Oscar leaned back to look him in the eyes. “Mate... what?”

Max laughed again, leaning away from him and picking up his glass. Max’s tongue poked out and wrapped around the straw, making direct eye contact with Oscar as he sipped his drink. Oscar swallowed the lump in his throat, looking away from Max’s intense stare and over toward where Lando was chatting with someone at the bar.

“So? Are you gonna answer the question, or do you want me to fuck off?” Max asked, setting his drink down and leaning an elbow on the table. Oscar flicked his eyes back over to him, switching from Max’s face, then down to the glass, and back to his face. When he didn’t say anything, Max said, “It doesn’t matter to me either way.”

“Yeah? That’s very progressive of you,” Oscar teased.

Max rolled his eyes and said, “Mate. You know Charles is my boyfriend, right?”

And... Oscar sort of knew that.

Because everyone sort of knew that.

There were only twenty drivers on the grid, and it was pretty obvious when two of them were in a relationship with each other. Especially because Max and Charles had never been subtle a day in their life. They eye-fucked each other across every room they shared.

“Of course I know that,” Oscar said confidently as if he had known all along.

“Cool,” Max said, using that word again. “So, what about you?”

Oscar looked at him for another long moment before saying, “I’ve been with both.”

“Oh? Are you and Mark Webber playing pass the gravy in your hotel room these days?” Max teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Fucking ew,” Oscar said, gagging a bit at the indication. “He’s like my dad.”

Max tipped his head back and laughed. Oscar couldn’t help but stare at the long line of his neck when he did so. Oscar picked up his empty glass and let the last few drops pour into his mouth, the ice falling against his lips in the process.

He frowned at his glass as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What was your follow-up question?” Oscar asked, his tone even as he met Max’s eyes again. Max looked delighted by it as if, for some reason, Oscar asking him about his other question excited him. It made Oscar brace himself for the worst.

What if Oscar had read the situation wrong, and he wasn’t trying to set him with some random girl at the bar, but a random guy.

Max thankfully continued before Oscar could panic anymore about potentially being set up. Although it wasn’t at all what Oscar expected him to say.

“Charles and I recently added a third person to one of our evenings. He was another driver, so we knew we could trust him, and it went surprisingly well. We’ve wanted to try that again since then but with somebody... different.”

“Different,” Oscar repeated dumbly, and for once, he was glad that his default was to show no emotions. Because what the fucking fuck was Max Verstappen asking him?

“Again, please tell me to fuck off at any point, but... we wanted someone interested in getting fucked by both of us. And the last guy we did this with didn’t bottom. So, we were wondering if you maybe...”

“Wanted to bottom for you?” Oscar finished his sentence for him. Max slowly grinned at him, and he almost looked taken back that Oscar had said it out loud. “That’s what you’re asking me? If you can fuck me?”

“Essentially... yes,” Max said, still grinning at him. Oscar blinked at him, his face giving nothing away. A few moments of silence passed between them until Max shifted in his seat, the first sign that he was uncomfortable with the conversation. “Are you gonna say something, mate? You’re really hard to read.”

Oscar couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“You just asked if you could fuck me, and now you’re getting nervous?” Oscar said, still schooling his expression although he was getting very close to grinning. The fact he had Max Verstappen squirming in his seat was doing something really weird to his brain.

“Because I don’t know what you’re thinking!” Max said, his eyes lit up with amusement. “You’re like talking to a brick wall, mate. My car gives me more emotions than you are right now. She’s easier to read.”

“Fuck you,” Oscar said, scoffing at him, but he was finally grinning. “I can’t believe you just asked if you could fuck me. We don’t even know each other like that.”

“Hey man, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, or whatever Michael Jordan said,” Max teased, his cocky little smirk returning to his face as he picked up his glass and took a sip.

“You’re insane,” Oscar said, laughing at him again. “You’re actually insane.”

Max grinned and shrugged, his eyes flicking down to Oscar’s mouth for a second before he asked, “Have you seen Charles’ ass?”

Oscar took a sharp breath in through his nose. “I try to avoid looking at other drivers’ asses, mate. It’s not polite,” Oscar said, reaching forward and picking up Max’s drink. He had just asked if he could fuck him, and Oscar thought that entitled him to a sip of his drink.

Max watched him like a hawk, and Oscar couldn’t help the fact his cock twitched.

It had nothing to do with the drink itself but all to do with the way Max was staring at him. Oscar’s mouth wrapped around the straw, but Max was looking at him like it was already his cock between his lips instead.

“By all means, Oscar. Help yourself,” Max teased, grinning at him. His eyes were still locked on the straw between his lips, and it was really starting to fuck with Oscar’s brain.

“Your drink is disgusting,” Oscar said, handing the cold glass back to him and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I fucking hate vodka.”

“Noted,” Max said, keeping eye contact with him as he stuck the straw in his mouth and sucked. Oscar kept his face very neutral, although he could feel the sweat starting to drip down his back. He had no idea what he was doing, but he was pretty sure he was flirting with Max Verstappen.

“Why me?” Oscar finally asked.

“Have you seen your ass?” Max teased some more, grinning at him.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “You’re a bit shameless, aren’t you?”

“It’s part of my charm,” Max said, offering his drink back to Oscar, but Oscar shook his head. “Do you want me to get you a drink that’s not vodka?” Max asked, and Oscar was pretty sure they had already been through this. He had already told Max that Lando was getting him a drink.

“Is that a euphemism for your dick?” Oscar joked instead.

“A what?” Max said, laughing at him with a confused expression.

“Euphemism. It’s like-- it doesn’t matter,” Oscar said, shaking his head. He wasn’t sober enough to give out any English lessons on weird, long words. “Who was the other driver?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Max teased, wiggling his eyebrows again.

“And who will you ask if I say no?” Oscar said, leaning forward on the table.

Max grinned at him and said without hesitating, “Lando. And he’ll say yes.”

Oscar’s dick twitched in his pants again.

Fuck.

He needed fresh air.

Oscar leaned back in his seat and looked around them. He wasn’t even sure where Charles was or if he was even at this club. How long had they been planning on asking Oscar this? Oscar looked back over at Max, only to find him still grinning.

“Did you mean tonight?” Oscar asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Max said, laughing gently at him. “We’ve been drinking. I would like us to be sober for it.”

Oscar swallowed the lump in his throat, “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” Max said, smiling at him. “Give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.” Oscar blinked at him for a moment before digging his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He handed it over before he could talk himself out of it. “Cute,” Max teased, turning the phone around to show he was talking about the background picture.

It was an old picture of him and his sisters when they were little.

“Shut up,” Oscar said, narrowing his eyes at him.

Max laughed, looking down at the phone as he typed his number into it. He locked the phone and handed it back to Oscar, grinning at him as he stood up from the table.

“See you later?” Max said, eyebrows high on his head.

“Yeah, see you,” Oscar said, watching as Max turned and disappeared back into the crowd of people. He blinked at his back until he couldn’t see him anymore and then looked down at his lap.

What the fuck just happened?

By the next weekend, Oscar was slowly losing his mind.

He couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with Max.

He hadn’t talked to him since that night at the bar, but whenever he saw Max or Charles from across the paddock, he felt like he might accidentally catch on fire. It made it very hard to concentrate when he needed to be focused on racing. It was a warm Sunday in Barcelona, and everyone was waiting around for the driver’s parade to start.

However, his mind was still stuck back in Monaco.

He had to talk to somebody about this before he exploded.

There was only one person he trusted enough to even broach the subject with.

“Can I ask you something?” Oscar said, tugging on Logan’s elbow and pulling him away from the rest of the group. Logan didn’t put up much of a fight and only tripped over his feet slightly at how abruptly Oscar pulled him along.

“You’re not giving me much of a choice, dude.” Logan laughed, making Oscar rolls his eyes. They finally came to a stop at the end of the long corridor. All of the other drivers were grouped together at the opposite end, talking and laughing loudly with each other.

It wasn’t exactly private, but they were far enough away that nobody could hear them.

Oscar swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at Logan. He had dark, reflective sunglasses on his face, shielding his eyes away. His sponsored hat was on his head backward to complete his frat-boy look. Logan couldn’t have looked more American if he had tried.

He might as well be wrapped in a flag.

“Take those off,” Oscar said grumpily, glaring at the sunglasses. Logan laughed at him but pulled the sunglasses off his face anyway.

“You’re being weird,” he pointed out, folding the sunglasses and tucking them into the neck of his blue Williams shirt.

“I need to see your eyes when I ask you this,” Oscar said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Logan some more. Logan laughed, flashing his eyes at him as if to say they’re right here, baby.

Oscar glared some more. He needed to find a new best friend.

“Go on, then,” Logan said, gesturing between them as he grinned. “Me and my eyes are waiting, bro.”

Right.

There was no use in sugar-coating it.

“Has anybody on the grid ever asked you for a threesome?”

Logan’s mouth parted, and Oscar wasn’t sure if it was from shock or to say something in return. But then, one second turned into the next and into the next, and Oscar realized that he wasn’t going to say anything at all.

Logan wasn’t even blinking.

He looked like a cartoon character that had just learned the most shocking news of his life. Oscar didn’t think people’s jaws actually fell open in real life, but here Logan was, staring at him with his jaw unhinged, waiting for bugs to fly inside.

“Snap out of it, dickhead,” Oscar said, reaching up to snap his fingers in front of Logan’s face. Logan flinched, and it was like he came back to life, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear them before finally meeting Oscar’s eyes again.

“What?” Logan finally said.

Oscar sighed, rolling his eyes as he grumbled, “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Who the fuck asked you for a threesome, Oscar?” Logan asked, a wild grin appearing on his face. Oscar should have known better than to ask him. There was no way Logan would ever not give him shit about this.

He should have gone to Lando.

“I don’t know,” Oscar finally answered his question, though it wasn’t his best work. Max hadn’t exactly told him it was a secret, but Oscar was pretty sure he wouldn’t want him blabbing to the entire grid that he and Charles were looking for a threesome partner.

God.

Even thinking about it now made Oscar blush.

Oscar wasn’t a virgin by any means, but he had never been asked to join a threesome.

Especially not with two other drivers.

Logan narrowed his eyes at him and said, “What do you mean you don’t know?”

And-- right. That was fair. Oscar’s response had been lame.

“It means I don’t want to tell you,” Oscar said simply.

“Why not? You brought this up,” Logan said, laughing at him.

Oscar wanted to punch him, just on principle.

“You’re annoying,” Oscar said, his tone flat.

It only made Logan laugh harder.

“Tell me it’s Carlando,” Logan said, eyes lighting up with delight. This time it was Oscar’s turn to have his jaw hit the floor. Logan tilted his head back and laughed, his stupid, perfectly straight American teeth on full display as he belly laughed. Oscar reached forward and punched him in the gut to make his smile disappear.

It didn’t work. It only made Logan laugh harder.

“It’s not Carlando,” Oscar said, face void of expression.

“Oh, this is gonna be a fun game,” Logan said, rubbing his hands together in front of his face like an evil villain.

“There is no game,” Oscar said, blinking at him. “I’m not telling you who it is.”

Ignoring him, Logan continued with, “Is Nico Roseberg here this weekend? Because if you’re about to tell me you were invited to a brocedes threesome and you didn’t immediately say yes, I’m going to have to find a new best friend.”

“Fuck off,” Oscar grumbled, reaching out to punch his stomach again.

“Is it The French Connection?” Logan asked, completely unphased by Oscar’s attempt at assault and battery.

Oscar looked at him in confusion and said, “The who?”

“The French Connection,” Logan repeated, slower and more annunciated in his tragic Florida accent as if Oscar had a hearing problem.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Oscar asked his tone level despite his annoyance.

“You need to go on the internet more, bro,” Logan said, rolling his eyes. “Use your head and think about it,” he said, reaching forward to knock on the side of Oscar’s McLaren hat as if to remind him where his brain cells were located. “There are only two French drivers on the grid.”

Oscar blinked at him some more.

“Do people actually call them that?” Oscar finally asked. Logan laughed again and nodded, looking at Oscar expectantly. “I’m not having a threesome with Pierre and Esteban,” Oscar clarified, which he never expected to say out loud.

“Damn,” Logan said, snapping his fingers forlornly.

“Are you done?” Oscar deadpanned.

“No,” Logan said, shaking his head. He seemed to think about it for another moment before he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “It would never be Galex, because Alex would have spilled the beans to me already. Which only leaves-- oh fuck. It’s Lestappen, isn’t it?”

Oscar’s eye twitched.

“Oscar!” Logan squealed, delighted with himself. He even clapped his hands with excitement. Oscar was going to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it. “Holy shit, dude. You have to do it. You have to.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Oscar said, exasperated and shaking his head.

“You do, actually,” Logan said, reaching forward and grabbing Oscar’s shoulders. “I’ve heard Max has a massive cock. I bet you’d enjoy that.”

“Fuck off,” Oscar said, batting his hands away from him and crossing his arms over his chest. The back of his neck was starting to get hot, and he knew there were about to be a ton of cameras pointed at him. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to have this conversation after all. “Why do you know things about Max’s cock?”

“I told you, bro. I go on the internet. There’s lots of fun information out there,” Logan said, grinning at him in a way that made his eyes wrinkle. Oscar wouldn’t be endeared by it, not when he was giving him this much shit. “You should hear what they say about you, man. They have a theory about what you have going on downstairs, too.”

“Stop reading about my cock, mate,” Oscar said, glaring at him.

Logan laughed even harder. Someone from the FIA was suddenly standing beside them, urging them with both hands as she said, “Come on, boys. The parade is starting.”

Oscar sighed and fell in step with Logan as they made their way back toward the end of the corridor. Max was in the middle of a conversation with Lando, but he turned and made eye contact with Oscar as they approached them. And then he-- he fucking winked at him.

God.

Oscar was going to scream.

Oscar turned, wide-eyed, toward Logan to see if he saw, but of fucking course he did, and he was laughing like a hyena next to him. He actually had to stop walking and brace his hands on his knees because he was laughing so loudly.

Oscar really needed a new best friend.

“I fucking hate you,” Oscar said, glaring at him.

“I expect a full dick report after the fact, bud,” Logan said, smiling brightly at him as he plucked his sunglasses from the front of his shirt and put them back over his eyes. “I need to know if the rumors are true.”

Oscar tripped him as they stepped outside.

In Montreal, Oscar was minding his own business when suddenly Charles Leclerc was walking into his driver’s room. He was so confused that he didn’t even say anything at first. It was Saturday, qualifying started in an hour, and Charles Leclerc was in his driver’s room.

“Hello, Oscar,” Charles said, smiling at him as if this was a totally normal thing to do.

“How did you get in here?” Oscar said dumbly.

Charles laughed, his green eyes going bright with it. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Seriously, how did you get in here?” Oscar said, looking down at Charles’ bright red Ferrari polo and matching red pants. He was a walking Ferrari billboard. And he was Charles Leclerc. There was no reason he should be in McLaren hospitality right now.

They really needed to tighten up on their security.

“I walked in the front door, obviously,” Charles said, shrugging and grinning at him again. “Are you ready for qualifying?” he asked, scooting past Oscar and heading toward the small couch covered in Oscar’s clothes. Oscar blinked dumbly at him, watching Charles move a pair of trousers before sitting down.

What the actual fuck was happening?

“Uhh...” Oscar said, but he barely remembered the question. “Qualifying. Yes. I’m... ready for it.”

“You guys have some pace this weekend,” Charles said, crossing his ankle over his opposite knee and resting his hands on them. The perfect picture of casual. Just here for a quick chat. Except they didn’t chat like this. “I think you have a good chance at outqualifying Alpha Tauri.”

“Yeah,” Oscar said, still staring at Charles like he had two heads.

“Well, I won’t take up too much of your time,” Charles said, smiling up at him again, and it really wasn’t fair that he looked like that. Charles Leclerc needed to come with a trigger warning or something. He must have won the genetic lottery to walk around with a face like that.

“Okay,” Oscar said, still sounding dumb and out of his league.

Logan was going to fucking roast him about this later.

“Have you had time to consider what Max offered?” Charles asked, his tone casual and his smile still just as bright. Oscar felt like he had been punched in the gut. Of course that’s why Charles was here. It must be his turn to hound Oscar into an answer.

And what a stupid question, really. As if Oscar had thought about anything else these past few weeks. He kept waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and rock hard because even his dreams were full of the idea of them.

“God,” Oscar said, for lack of anything better.

Charles laughed that pretty laugh of his.

How the hell was Oscar supposed to fit in his car later with a raging boner?

“I’m sure Max painted a pretty picture for you already, but if you have any questions, please ask me, mate.” Charles’ tone was still so fucking casual that it was melting Oscar’s brain. Charles and Max were dangerous together. Who the hell was ever supposed to say no to them?

“Max said you guys wanted to fuck me,” Oscar said, his tone surprisingly even considering his brain was melting out of his ears. Charles’ grin only seemed to grow at Oscar’s words.

Oscar tried very hard not to whimper about it.

“That’s correct,” Charles said, nodding and smiling at Oscar.

Oscar swallowed. “How would we-- I mean, are we talking double penetration, or...?”

“Jesus,” Charles said, laughing fondly at him. “No, baby. Not double penetration. I’m afraid Max is a bit too big for that. You would never survive it.” Logan would be so pleased to learn that the rumors about Max’s massive dong were true. “We can work out the positions later, but we’d most likely take turns with you.”

Take turns.

As if he was something to pass around.

“Why me?” Oscar asked, repeating his question from before. Maybe he would get an answer this time around. Charles smiled at him, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on his elbows. He looked up at him from his lashes, eyes boring holes into him and making Oscar want to rip his shirt off or something.

“Because you’re pretty,” Charles said easily, his eyes sliding down Oscar’s front and then flicking back up to meet his gaze. Jesus Christ. Having Charles Leclerc’s full attention was... insane.

Oscar was already getting hard in his jeans just from the way he was looking at him.

“That’s it?” Oscar asked, raising his eyebrows at him. “That’s the only reason?”

Charles laughed and stood up, taking a few steps toward him until he stood in Oscar’s space. He hummed, seemingly in thought, as he reached out and ran his knuckles along Oscar’s arm. Goosebumps immediately appeared in his wake, and Oscar cursed his traitorous body.

“Is that not enough?” Charles asked, looking up to meet his eyes again. “Max and I have been talking about you a lot lately. Trust me, baby, we have many ideas about what we want to do with you.”

“Jesus,” Oscar said, laughing a bit, but it came out mostly overwhelmed.

“So? What do you say?” Charles asked, standing back and smiling at him.

Fuck.

“Okay.”

After the race on Sunday, Oscar stood outside Max and Charles’ hotel room door. He couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. He was still in his team gear, for fuck’s sake. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, staring at the closed door in front of him, still unmoving.

Stop being such a pussy.

Oscar took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

It only took a few seconds before Max opened it. He was dressed comfortably in joggers and a plain white shirt. Oscar suddenly felt even more stupid for wearing black jeans and a McLaren polo. He should have changed his clothes first, but he wasn’t sure what the threesome etiquette was.

“Hey mate,” Max greeted with a blinding smile. “Come on in,” he added, opening the door wider and allowing Oscar into the room. Oscar stepped inside and immediately locked eyes with Charles, dressed equally as soft in sweats and a t-shirt and sitting with his legs pulled up like a pretzel on the couch.

It all seemed so normal.

As if Oscar was just coming over to watch a movie or something and not get dicked down by two other drivers. Two other drivers that were in a relationship with each other. God. Oscar had essentially agreed to get fucked as the third wheel. What the hell even was his life?

Is this what Mark had warned him to stay away from?

“Don’t get caught up in the lifestyle,” Mark had told him one day over coffee. “I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did, kid.” Oscar was suddenly plagued with the idea of Mark being the third dick in a Seb and Lewis threesome, and if he kept thinking about that, he’d never be able to get it up for Max and Charles.

“Hello, Oscar,” Charles greeted, patting the spot on the couch next to him, urging him to sit down. Oscar was suddenly aware that he hadn’t said anything since entering the room and felt he should say something casual. Something breezy, and easy, and not at all awkward.

Something to cut the tension.

“I expected you to have your dicks out,” Oscar said instead because he was not breezy, easy, or anything other than awkward.

Oscar might actually be the most awkward person on this planet.

Why the hell did they want to fuck him again?

But Charles didn’t seem to find him awkward, and instead, he tilted his head back and laughed loudly. He looked so soft, curled up on the couch in plain clothes and fluffy hair. Oscar was used to seeing him walking around the paddock dressed like a model.

It was doing something really weird to his brain to see him like this, casual and comfortable, and probably wearing Max Verstappen’s sweatpants.

“Sit down, Oscar,” Charles said more directly this time, still chuckling as he patted the spot next to him again. Before he could take another step, Max’s big hands were on his shoulders, urging him across the room as he walked behind him. Once they got to the couch, Max squeezed his shoulders and let go, letting Oscsar sit down on his own accord.

As if he was making any of the choices here.

He sat in the middle of the couch, and Max gently slid into the spot on his other side. They hadn’t even started, and he was already a Lestappen Sex Sandwich, as Logan had crudely texted him that morning. He looked down at his lap, at Charles’ thighs next to his, and then over at Max’s.

God.

He was already getting hard just being the sandwich.

Maybe he should start thinking about Mark again to avoid becoming too eager.

“Would you like something to drink?” Charles asked, making Oscar look over at him. Fuck. He really had no business being this beautiful. Oscar had always known that he was beautiful, but he never really let himself think about it.

Because he didn’t like objectifying people.

But good god.

Charles Leclerc should be illegal.

“No thanks,” Oscar said, proud that his voice sounded normal.

“We want you to be comfortable,” Max said from his other side, and Oscar looked at him. Fuck. Max was also ridiculously beautiful. His hair was soft and unstyled, his cheeks already tinted pink, and they hadn’t even done anything to each other.

Well, Oscar wasn’t sure what they had gotten up to before he got there.

Maybe he should ask.

They would probably tell him.

“I’ve never done this before,” Oscar said, fingers awkwardly scratching at his knees. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with his hands. He wrapped his arms around his stomach instead, gripping his sides tightly between his fingers.

“That’s okay,” Max said, smiling at him. “We had never done this until a few weeks ago, either. And we’ve never done it like this.” Oscar wasn’t sure what like this meant, but he assumed it had something to do with the fact they both wanted to fuck him.

“We want to make you feel good,” Charles said, and Oscar looked back over at him. Charles smiled at him, twisting on the couch so that he was facing him, his back against the arm of the couch. Oscar looked down at where Charles’ knees were pressed against his hip, then back up to his eyes. “The most important thing is that we all enjoy ourselves, yeah?”

Oscar laughed and said, “You guys have been watching too much porn.”

“Maybe everyone else isn’t watching enough porn,” Max countered, making Oscar look back over at him. God, he was going to give himself whiplash looking between them. Max grinned at him and said, “What kind of porn do you watch, Oscar?”

That startled a loud laugh out of Oscar, and Charles quickly followed suit from his other side. Max’s eyes lit up with delight at getting them both to laugh, and he was chuckling along with them.

“That was a horrible line, baby,” Charles said over them.

“It really was,” Oscar agreed, still laughing slightly. “I expected you to be better at dirty talk.”

“Oh god, don’t tell him that,” Charles groaned, and Oscar turned his eyes to him. Charles shook his head, looking at him like you don’t know what you’ve done, mate. Oscar looked back over at Max, only to find him grinning at him.

Uh oh.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, pretty boy?” Max said, and, like, Jesus.

How the fuck was Oscar supposed to respond to that?

“I warned you,” Charles mused, but Oscar couldn’t look away from where Max was staring at him.

“Do you want me to tell you what Charles and I have been discussing?” Max added, his eyes never leaving Oscar’s as he reached forward and gently rested his palm on Oscar’s thigh. Oscar took a slow breath in through his nose before flicking his eyes down to look at Max’s big hand on his leg. “Is this okay?”

Oscar swallowed and looked up at him.

“Yep,” he said, hoping it sounded cool.

Max grinned at him and tightened his fingers on his thigh. His hand was so big that it easily wrapped around the fattest part of his thigh. It was making his cock ache in his jeans at just the thought of it. Oscar was so fucked. There was no way he was making it through this evening alive.

Especially when Charles said, “Can I touch you as well?”

Oscar was so, so fucked.

Oscar looked over at him. Charles was smiling at him, his hand ready to move as soon as Oscar gave him the word. Oscar swallowed the lump in his throat, looking from Charles’ hand to his eyes as he said, “Sure.”

Charles’ smile grew even wider as he placed his hand on Oscar’s other thigh.

“You have such pretty thighs, baby,” Max said, squeezing his hand and making Oscar want to moan. He looked back over at him, and his breath caught in his throat as Max stared at him. Max’s blue eyes were stunning, even in the harsh light of the hotel room.

Oscar was so fucked!!!!!!

“Thank you,” Oscar said dumbly.

It made Max and Charles both giggle at him.

“So polite,” Max teased, smirking at him. God. Max’s eyes flicked over his face for a moment, looking for something, before he grinned some more and asked, “Are you the kind of boy who will thank me after I’ve made you come?”

“Jesus, Max,” Oscar said, his cock jerking in his pants.

“I bet you’d look even prettier on your knees for me,” Max mused, squeezing higher on his thigh. Oscar wasn’t going to whimper or anything, but he got damn near close to it. Charles giggled from his other side, rubbing gently at his thigh in long strokes from his knee to his hip.

“He’s right,” Charles said, leaning closer into Oscar’s space. “You would look so pretty on your knees for us. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. You have such a perfect little body,” Charles said, running his hand up Oscar’s stomach and wrapping around the back of his neck.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Are you hard, baby?” Max asked, making Oscar look back over at him. Oscar looked down at his lap and saw where he was bulging in his jeans. Of course he was hard.

“That’s a dumb question,” Oscar choked out, looking back at Max.

Max grinned at him and said, “Maybe I just want to hear you say it.” Charles’ fingers tightened around the back of his neck, leaning further into his space to nose at his shoulder and then at the side of his neck.

Fuck.

Oscar tried very hard not to shiver at the feeling of it.

“Say what?” Oscar asked, swallowing roughly. “That I’m hard?” Max made a beautiful noise at that, somewhere close to a moan, and it made Oscar’s cock ache even more in his jeans. Fuck, he really needed to get some friction on his cock before it fell off or something.

“You’re already hard, and we’ve barely touched you,” Charles mused, sitting so close that Oscar could feel his warm breath on the side of his face. Oscar still wouldn’t whine about it. Charles ran his nose along Oscar’s jaw and made a pleased sound, his lips practically touching his ear as he said, “Fuck, you smell nice, chéri.”

Oscar was breathing heavily in the quiet room.

Fuck, he was so embarrassing.

“Why don’t you guys kiss a little?” Max asked, and even though Oscar wasn’t looking at him, he could hear the grin in his voice. “Charles is such a good kisser; you’ll be in good hands,” he added because he was the devil, and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking.

“Would you like to kiss me, baby?” Charles asked, nosing at his jaw again and pressing his lips against the overheated skin of his neck. Oscar breathed in through his mouth, tilting his head up to expose more of his neck for Charles’ evil mouth and blinking up at the ceiling.

“Okay,” Oscar said, hissing when Charles latched his mouth onto his neck and sucked. Fucking hell. Max made a pleased noise beside him, sliding his hand further up his thigh and squeezing again. His fingers were dangerously close to his cock, making Oscar want to scream.

Charles finally pulled off his neck, using his hand to gently turn Oscar’s face toward him before sealing their lips together in a heated kiss. Oh, Jesus Christ, Oscar was definitely not going to survive this. Charles moaned into the kiss, his mouth soft and wet against Oscar’s as he slid his hand into his hair and tugged.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Max said, but Oscar could barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

Kissing Charles Leclerc had to be in the Top Five best moments of his life.

Not that he would admit that out loud.

Charles’ hand went to his jaw, titling Oscar’s head the way he wanted it, and then he eased his tongue inside his mouth. Oscar couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper that left his mouth then, their tongues sliding wetly together and making him so fucking hard that he got a bit lightheaded.

“How does he taste, baby?” Max asked, and Oscar’s ears burned because he was clearly talking to Charles. About him. As if he wasn’t sitting right there. Charles moaned in response, tilting Oscar’s chin the other way and deepening their kiss even more.

Fuck.

And just when Oscar thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Charles finally decided to respond to Max’s question. Except it came out in moaned French, which was better than Oscar ever expected.

“Il a le goût du soleil,” (“He tastes like sunshine,”) Charles moaned, barely getting the words out before kissing Oscar again and making him see stars. Oscar had no idea what he said but quickly decided he didn’t care.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Max groaned, and Oscar had never agreed with him more. He didn’t know if Max understood the words either, but he knew it didn’t matter. Charles was so fucking hot. “Can we take off this ugly-ass McLaren shirt now?” Max asked, tugging at the front of Oscar’s shirt.

“Don’t be rude, mon amour,” Charles said, breaking away from their kiss and grinning at Max. Oscar panted heavily between them, his lips tingling and spit-slick from Charles’ mouth. Max laughed at his response, and Charles rolled his eyes, looking back at Oscar. “But, also, yes. This shirt is hideous. Let’s take it off, hmm?”

Both of their hands were on him then, pulling at the hem of his shirt and pushing it up to expose his stomach. Oscar took a deep breath and helped them pull the shirt off, watching helplessly as Max tossed it aside and grinned at him.

“Fuck, look at you. You really do have a perfect little body,” Max said, groaning in appreciation and trailing his fingers over Oscar’s chest. He didn’t have a chance to respond, though, because Charles was turning his chin back toward him and sealing their lips together again.

Max’s hands were all over him. His fingers tweaked at Oscar’s nipples, making him gasp into Charles’ mouth before moving down to his abs. Max’s hands were making his skin feel like it was on fire. He swiped his big hands over his stomach and to his side, squeezing at him and making Oscar even harder in his jeans.

“Fuck,” Charles said, pulling off him again and breathing against him. “Your mouth is so sweet,” he said, running his thumb along Oscar’s bottom lip and wiping the spit away. Oscar whined again before he could stop himself. It only made Charles grin more as he sucked the wetness off his thumb.

“Jesus Christ,” Oscar said dumbly, his voice betraying him and showing how overwhelmed he was. “You two are fucking insane,” he said, switching his eyes over to Max, who was still grinning at him as he touched his chest with his evil hands. “You guys are going to kill me.”

“D’you hear that, baby? We’re going to kill him,” Max teased, eyes lighting up with delight as he wiggled his eyebrows at Charles. Oscar glared at them, wanting desperately to reach down and palm at where he was hard and uncomfortable in his stupid tight jeans.

Why the fuck hadn’t he changed his clothes before coming over here?

“Cause of death: Max and Charles. That reads,” Charles teased him back, still holding eye contact with Max. And they were doing that thing again, where they talked over Oscar, and it was like he wasn’t even in the room with them. Except Max’s hands were on him, and Oscar’s mouth was still wet with Charles’ spit.

Max laughed at Charles’ joke, grinning at him before reaching over and fisting Charles’ shirt, tugging him forward, and kissing him right there over Oscar’s lap. Oscar took another deep breath through his nose, the sound loud and whistling in the room, and blinked wildly at the scene before him.

This had to be some sort of fever dream.

There was no way this was actually happening to him.

“Holy fuck,” Oscar said, swallowing roughly.

“Aw, is somebody getting jealous?” Max teased, pulling off Charles’ mouth to grin over at him.

“I’m not jealous. You’re just-- hot,” Oscar said, and he wasn’t even trying to talk dirty to him. He was just stating a fact. Max and Charles had no business being this hot together, especially directly over Oscar’s lap.

“Oh?” Max said in that same fucking teasing voice as he looked back at Charles. “He thinks you’re hot, baby,” Max said, pecking his mouth again and twisting to look back at Oscar. “Charles loves to be praised.”

“I think you’re both hot,” Oscar corrected, blinking at him.

And that... seemed to do something to Max.

Because suddenly Max was kissing him, instead of Charles.

Holy shit.

Charles was a great kisser, but something about Max’s dominating mouth and eager tongue was making him instantly see stars. Max groaned into the kiss, grabbing Oscar’s thighs and pulling him into his lap. He didn’t even seem to struggle to move Oscar’s weight, just picked him up and put him on his lap as if he weighed nothing at all.

Oscar had never really thought about being manhandled before, but he was thinking about it now.

“Fuck,” Oscar groaned, his knees going to either side of Max’s hips as they kissed again. Charles made a pleased sound, standing from the couch and crowding into their space, his hot hands going to Oscar’s bare back and shoulders.

He felt like they were swallowing him whole.

Like they were reaching into his soul and touching him from the inside out.

“You’re right, baby,” Max said conversationally, trailing his insane mouth down Oscar’s jaw and sucking a bruise into his neck. “He does taste like sunshine,” he said into the skin of his neck, and it was clear then that he was talking to Charles and not to him.

“I told you,” Charles mused, kissing between Oscar’s shoulders and around to his neck where Max’s mouth already was. Oscar could feel how hard Charles was when he pressed into his back to get to Max’s mouth, the two of them kissing noisily to the side of Oscar’s face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was a fucking pawn in their game, and it was making him so goddamn hard.

Charles wrapped his arms around Oscar from behind, tweaking at his nipples and running his hands down towards his lap. Charles was still fucking licking into Max’s mouth around him, and Oscar was going to lose his goddamn mind.

Holy fucking shit.

Oscar grabbed Max’s shoulders to steady himself, which seemed to spur him back into action. Max pulled away from Charles’ mouth and kissed Oscar instead. Charles made a pleased sound, licking over Oscar’s neck before sealing his mouth on the bruise Max had left behind, biting his mark over it.

Fuck.

Everyone was going to see it tomorrow.

For some reason, it made Oscar’s cock ache even more.

He wanted everyone to know.

He wanted everyone to be jealous that it was him between Charles and Max and him that they wanted to fuck. They could have had anybody on the grid and, for some reason, decided that Oscar was the one who should join them. Fuck. It was making Oscar feel fucking wild with it.

“I want to get my mouth around you,” Charles said hot into his ear, his fingers tracing high on his thighs and tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his tight jeans. Oscar nodded into Max’s mouth before Charles finished getting the words out.

He definitely wanted that.

“Fuck, yeah, I need to see that,” Max said, breaking their kiss and leaning back against the couch. Oscar felt like he would never catch his breath again. The two of them were still fully dressed, and he was about to be completely naked between them, based on how Charles was tugging at his waistband.

“Stand up, baby,” Charles said, pulling at Oscar’s shoulders to try and get him to stand. But that was much easier said than done, considering Oscar wasn’t sure if his legs worked. Max seemed to sense his distress and put his big hands on his hips, helping him stand on shaking legs. “Let’s get these jeans off, okay?”

And, really, how was Oscar supposed to say no to that?

“Okay,” Oscar said, nodding at Charles because he looked like he was still waiting for verbal permission. As if Oscar wasn’t rock fucking hard in his pants right now. As if he hadn’t already agreed to a threesome. Their constant attention to consent might be cute if Oscar wasn’t already so fucking desperate.

He just wanted him to shut up and suck his dick like he was offering.

“Good boy,” Max said, scooting forward on the couch and popping the button on Oscar’s jeans. Good boy. Jesus Christ. Oscar should punch him directly in the face. But his cock was a traitor, and so was his mouth because he couldn’t stop the pathetic little moan that came tumbling out of his lips at his words. “Do you like being our good boy?”

“Shut up,” Oscar said, squeezing his eyes shut as Max dragged his zipper down. Charles’ hands were still so hot on his back, and his sides, and his ass, and Oscar was going to fucking come before they even touched him.

“Mmm, but you are a good boy, aren’t you, mon petit?” Charles moaned, biting at his ear and making Oscar shiver. Mon petit. Oscar wanted to punch Charles for that, too, but he was too busy trying not to come in his pants like a teenager.

“Fuck you both,” Oscar said, his voice breathy and squeaky and not at all what he wanted it to sound like. It only made Charles giggle in his ear as he licked down his neck and attached his mouth to the junction where his shoulder began.

Max tucked his fingers into the front of his boxers and pulled down, simultaneously taking his jeans and boxers off. Oscar squeezed his eyes shut again, trying not to whine at the feeling of his cock bumping along his thigh with the movement.

It felt so good to get out of his jeans and get rid of the tight constraints he had practically been bursting out of that he almost didn’t hear the collective gasp between them.

“What the fuck, Oscar?” Max said, and that had Oscar blinking his eyes back open. Max was staring at his cock with his mouth wide open, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth as he openly stared. Oscar swallowed and looked at Charles’ head poking over his shoulder. He had a similar expression.

“What?” Oscar said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. After all, he was the only one with his dick out, and they were both just staring at him. Staring at his dick. With their fucking mouths open.

“Holy shit,” Charles said, squeezing at Oscar’s hips with tight fingers.

“What?” Oscar repeated, his heart hammering in his chest. He looked down at his cock hanging between his legs. He didn’t think it looked that bad. He was hard and leaking wetness at the tip, his cock hanging heavily between his legs and touching his right thigh. He knew he got wetter than some people, but he didn’t think it was worth this reaction.

Maybe they were expecting his cock to be pointed up toward his belly, but it was too heavy for that. Oscar didn’t think it was that weird, and it definitely didn’t deserve the looks they gave him. Oscar wrapped a hand protectively around himself, holding his cock toward his stomach and glaring at them.

“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen a cock before?” Oscar said, his voice trembling more than he had hoped. “I thought you guys were experienced.”

“Holy shit,” Charles repeated, which finally made Max snap his mouth shut as well. Oscar made a pathetic whining noise, wanting to reach down and pull his pants back up. He must be bright red from the way they were looking at him. But then Charles stepped around to his side to look at him directly as he said, “Change of plans!”

“What?” Oscar said dumbly, flicking his eyes back down to Max.

“Oh, here we go,” Max said amusedly, sitting back on the couch and laughing loudly. Oscar gripped his cock harder and considered reaching his other hand down as well to try and hide the length of it. Charles looked over at Max, and it only made Max laugh louder. “Go on, baby,” he urged, gesturing toward Oscar like a piece of meat.

“What is happening?” Oscar squeaked, frantically looking between them.

“Charles is a bit of a size queen,” Max explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “And he’s currently losing his shit because of how massive your cock is, mate.”

And.

Just.

How the fuck was Oscar supposed to respond to that?

Oscar let another pathetic whimper escape his mouth as he looked back down at his cock. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew he was bigger than average, but he had never gotten a reaction like this before. The other guys he had been with hadn’t made that big of a deal out of it.

They didn’t look at him like he had a third leg. They didn’t look at him like they wanted to eat him for breakfast. But that’s exactly how Charles Leclerc was looking at him right now.

“There is no way I’m letting you leave this room without fucking me,” Charles said, and the way he said it was so... casual. So matter-of-fact. He wasn’t kidding, and he wasn’t laughing, and Oscar wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“I--” Oscar said but had no idea how he planned to finish that sentence. “What?”

“God,” Charles moaned, reaching forward and batting Oscar’s hand out of the way. Oscar let go of his cock and watched with wide eyes as Charles wrapped his fist around it instead. His hands weren’t small, but they looked practically tiny around his cock.

Oscar couldn’t help how it made him feel.

“Fuck,” Oscar mumbled, a thrill going through him at the sight of it.

He was only human, after all.

“This is turning out to be the best day of Charles’ life,” Max mused, grinning as he watched his boyfriend jerk Oscar off. Oscar tried not to whimper again. He needed to get ahold of his emotions. He wasn’t normally this expressive, but Charles Leclerc had a hand around his cock, and Max was fucking watching.

So, really, he couldn’t blame himself.

“It really, really is,” Charles said, swiping his thumb over the head and making Oscar gasp. “God. I can barely get my fingers around it,” Charles mused, leaning over to get a better view. Which was fucking insane because it wasn’t like he was standing far away from him in the first place. “Max, give me your hand,” Charles said.

Max giggled and leaned forward on his elbow, reaching his hand out to Charles.

Charles let go of Oscar’s cock, but he didn’t even have time to whine about it because he was wrapping Max’s big hand around it instead. Oscar bit down hard on his lower lip, breathing roughly through his nose at the sight of it.

Max’s hand was much bigger than Charles’ and easily wrapped around his length, which Charles seemed delighted by.

“Beautiful,” Charles said, shaking his head fondly. “Merde.”

“You have a very pretty cock, mate,” Max said, grinning up at him as he stroked him. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this monster from us all this time. How do you fit it inside your jeans?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Oscar said, hissing again as Max ran the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head. Oscar had to stop himself from fucking forward into the circle of Max’s fingers. He didn’t want to give away all of his cards yet. Charles groaned, watching Max’s hand slide over Oscar’s cock.

“Stand up,” Charles said, grabbing Max’s arm and tugging. Max laughed at him again, smiling fondly over at him as he stood up from the couch. Charles didn’t waste any time pawing at Max’s joggers, sliding his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.

And-- Oscar had heard rumors that Max had a giant cock, but seeing it in front of him was something else.

“Fuck you, Verstappen,” Oscar said, looking over at Max’s eyes. “Why the hell are you making such a big deal about my cock when you look like that?”

Max tilted his head back and laughed, letting Charles pull his joggers the rest of the way off. Charles wasn’t laughing, though; instead, he tugged at Max’s shirt, batting his hand away from Oscar’s dick so he could pull it off completely. Oscar groaned at the loss, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking.

“You definitely have me beat, mate,” Max said, grinning at Oscar, but Oscar was too busy taking in the sight of a completely naked Max Verstappen to care about it. Fuck. He had such a nice body. He was toned and strong and big everywhere.

Oscar needed to be careful, or he’d start drooling.

That would be so embarrassing.

Oscar looked over at Charles, who was still fully dressed and frowned. “Why are we naked and you aren’t?” he asked, frowning some more at him.

“Yeah, come on, baby. Show Oscar how pretty you are,” Max teased, winking at him and making Charles roll his eyes. But Charles didn’t seem to put up any fight, and instead, he reached behind himself to pull his t-shirt off. Oscar couldn’t help but stare as more golden skin was revealed, inch by inch, as Charles pushed his joggers down.

“No underwear?” Oscar teased, but it came off a bit flat.

Max seemed to find it funny, though, as he laughed and said, “My baby’s a bit of a slut.”

God.

My baby.

Oscar suddenly wished he had someone in his life to call him that.

He wished Max would call him that.

Jesus, he needed to come before he started getting sappy about being single.

“Come on,” Charles said, ignoring Max’s comment as he turned and headed over toward the bed. He knew they’d follow along after him, and he was right. Oscar’s legs moved him across the room before he even thought twice. Oscar squeezed the base of his cock, watching as Charles sat on the end of the bed and looked at them expectantly.

“What do you want, baby?” Max teased, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Oscar in front of where Charles was sitting.

“I want to get my mouth on you,” Charles said easily, reaching forward and wrapping his fists around both of their cocks. Oscar moaned, and Max made a pleased sound next to him as well. “Both of you,” Charles said, licking out over his bottom lip as he stroked them at the same time.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Charles having his hands full of cock was a goddamn vision.

“Look at you both,” Charles groaned, eyes switching from Max’s cock to Oscar’s. They were standing close enough together that their hips were touching, and when Oscar looked down, he didn’t even have to look over to see Max’s cock. Charles’ hands looked so small wrapped around them.

It was really doing something to Oscar’s brain.

“Nothing makes you happier than a big cock, huh, baby?” Max joked, reaching out and running his knuckles over Charles’ stubbly cheek. Charles groaned, leaning into the touch and stroking over them again. “Are you so happy that Oscar is here? That he’s letting you touch him like this?”

“Yes,” Charles said, licking out over his bottom lip again as he stroked Oscar with his left and Max with his right. Fuck. It was so fucking obscene, and he hadn’t even gotten his mouth on them yet.

“Are you going to thank Oscar?” Max teased, making Oscar suck in a sharp breath at his words. Charles looked up at him, his pretty green eyes sparkling in the light of the hotel room, and he grinned at him.

“Thank you, Oscar.”

“Holy shit,” Oscar said, trying and failing to take another breath.

“He’s so pretty, isn’t he?” Max asked, elbowing gently at Oscar’s side. Oscar looked over at him. “He was trying so hard to be dominant when he thought he was going to fuck you. But look how easily that changed once he saw how big your cock was. Amazing, isn’t it? He’s the best boy in the world,” Max continued, talking about Charles as if he wasn’t even there.

Suddenly their roles had reversed, and Max was right.

It was amazing to watch.

It made Oscar feel like his cock was even bigger.

It made him feel like he was ten feet tall.

“Fuck,” Oscar said, for lack of anything better.

It only made Max grin even more.

“Next time, I’ll have to show you how deep into subspace he can get,” Max said, mentioning next time as if it was already implied. Oscar wouldn’t mention it. “He’ll start whining and crying and calling you daddy if you ask him nicely. But he has to be down first.”

“Oh my god,” Oscar said, for lack of anything better.

“Would you like that?” Max asked, eyebrows high on his head. “Do you want Charles to call you daddy?”

“I don’t know,” Oscar said honestly because it was something else he had never considered.

“Do you want to call me daddy?” Max said, a teasing edge to his voice. Oscar glared at him, making Max tilt his head back and laugh again. “I’m just fucking with you, Oscar. You’re really cute when you blush, though.”

“Fuck you,” Oscar said, glaring some more. It made Max laugh even harder.

“Are you boys done?” Charles asked, running his fingers over their cocks again. Oscar looked back down at him, his breath catching in his throat at the look on his face. He was looking at their cocks as if they were the best thing he had ever seen in his life. It was hard not to get a big head about it. “Can we move on with the evening now?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Max said, sucking in a sharp breath when Charles did something with his thumb against the head of his dick. Max glared at him, and Charles looked very pleased with himself. “Ask Oscar nicely if you can suck his cock.”

Oscar wasn’t sure he was breathing.

Charles smiled sweetly up at Oscar, running his fingers over his length and making Oscar’s legs tremble. Be cool, be cool, be cool, he told himself, blinking back at Charles and trying not to look as affected by this as he was.

“Can I please suck your cock, chéri?”

Fucking hell.

“Yes,” Oscar said, nodding his head. Max snorted next to him, and Oscar turned to narrow his eyes at him again. “What?”

“Nothing,” Max said, grinning at him. “You’re perfect, baby,” Max said, and it sounded like something he should be saying to Charles. But he was looking directly at Oscar as he said it. Oscar blinked at him, his heart hammering in his chest, until he finally tore his gaze away and looked back down at Charles.

Just in time to see Charles lick out over the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” Oscar said, sucking in a sharp breath. “Fuck, fuck,” and, okay, Charles had barely even licked over him, but holy shit. This was actually happening. Charles wasn’t on his knees, exactly, but he was sitting in front of him and tonguing at his cock, while stroking Max with his opposite hand.

This was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“His mouth is incredible, isn’t it?” Max asked, one of his big hands coming up and pressing low on Oscar’s back. Oscar whined at the feeling of Max’s hands on him and Charles’ tongue on his cock, and fuck.

This would be over before it even started.

He was going to make such a fool of himself.

“Yes,” Oscar said, watching as Charles’ wrapped his pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked. “Oh fuck,” he said because, apparently, that was the only word he could remember how to say. Oscar was usually much quieter during sex, but something about Charles’ mouth drove him insane.

Max slid his hand down his back and across his ass, making a pleased noise as he squeezed and pulled at Oscar’s cheeks. Oscar’s legs were shaking so bad that they must be able to see it. Thankfully neither of them pointed it out.

Charles moaned around his cock, pulling off again and licking down the sides instead, first the left and then the right.

Oscar might actually pass out.

Charles licked over his bottom lip again before flashing his eyes to meet Oscar’s. He winked at him before switching over to Max and taking him in his mouth, all the while stroking Oscar’s cock with his hand still.

Holy fucking shit, it was so hot.

Max moaned next to him, threading his fingers through Charles’ hair and pushing further into his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Max groaned appreciatively, his other hand still resting on Oscar’s ass. “Your mouth feels so good on me,” Max said, thrusting into Charles’ mouth again and making him gag. “Good boy,” Max groaned, letting Charles pull off him.

Charles didn’t even stop to catch his breath and instead leaned back over to Oscar and took him in his mouth again.

“Fucking hell,” Oscar groaned, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily to stop himself from blacking out. Charles moaned around him, running his tongue around his head over and over and making Oscar whine loudly. Charles wrapped his fingers tighter around the base, further sinking his beautiful mouth down.

Oscar couldn’t believe how much he was taking.

Nobody had ever taken this much of his cock in their mouth before.

“That’s it, baby,” Max praised, his fingers still tangled in Charles’ hair as Charles bobbed on Oscar’s cock. “You’re taking him so well. You’re so good at this. Does his mouth feel nice around your cock, Oscar?”

“Yes,” Oscar groaned, pushing up slightly into Charles’ mouth because he couldn’t stop himself. But that only seemed to spur Charles on, who moaned around him again and sucked on him hard. “Fucking hell, your mouth is amazing,” Oscar said, losing his filter and saying the first thing that came to mind.

Max’s hand left his ass then, and he watched, confused, as Max eased Charles’ hand off from around his cock before walking away from them. Oscar might have asked where he was going, but he was too focused on how good Charles’ mouth felt around his cock.

Charles’ hand went to his thigh now, grabbing roughly at the muscle to fill the void in his hand. Oscar groaned, watching with wide eyes as Charles licked down to the base of his cock again. Charles pressed a too-sweet kiss onto his balls, nuzzling his nose at the base of his cock before licking his way back to the top.

Oscar had never been sucked off like this before in his life.

Holy shit.

Suddenly Max was back at his side, and Oscar blinked over at him, breathing heavily through his mouth, only to see why Max had left. He had returned with a bottle of lube in his hand and a bright smile on his face. Charles sucked at his head again, and Oscar couldn’t help but whine.

“Are you still going to let me fuck you?” Max asked, running his hand over Oscar’s ass again and kissing his shoulder. Oscar nodded, not having any words left in his head. He could feel the grin Max pressed into his neck as he kissed him again, sweeping his big hand over his ass and squeezing at him.

“I want him to fuck me first,” Charles said, pulling off Oscar’s cock and glaring at Max. And there they went again, talking about Oscar as if he wasn’t even fucking here. Maybe Oscar should take offense to it, but it was really fucking hot. “Then you can do whatever you want with him,” Charles finished as if they were making a deal.

As if Oscar didn’t even get a say in any of it.

“It’s cute that you think you’re calling the shots here,” Max quipped, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking himself. Charles frowned at him, and Max huffed out a laugh. “Suck my cock,” Max said, letting go of himself to pull Charles’ mouth closer to him instead.

With his hand still around Oscar’s cock, Charles wrapped his lips around Max and pulled a groan from his lungs. Oscar felt like his eyes would pop out of his head watching them. They were so fucking hot together. Charles looked so good with a cock in his mouth.

“That’s a good boy,” Max praised, moaning at the feeling of Charles’s mouth on him. Max turned to look at him then and said, “Do you want to fuck Charles?”

And, really, how the fuck was he supposed to respond to that?

“I...” Oscar said dumbly, which made Max laugh. Oscar glared at him. “I’ve only, uh... I’ve only fucked girls before.”

“Really?” Max asked, then sucked in a surprised breath at whatever Charles did with his mouth. Max looked down at him, running his fingers sweetly over his cheeks as he told Charles, “That feels nice, schatje.” It seemed like such an intimate moment, but then Max directed his attention back to Oscar. “You’ve been with guys before, right?”

“Yes,” Oscar said, nodding a bit and trying to sound normal. “But... you know. I’m... big, so it’s always been the other way around. It’s never been an option before,” he continued, and for some reason, he couldn’t shut the fuck up. He had never talked this much in his life. He might as well double down, adding, “And I like taking it.”

“Jesus, Oscar,” Max said, shaking his head and letting his eyes flick down to Oscar’s mouth. “Fucking hell, mate. You can’t just tell me you like taking it and expect me to be normal about it.”

“Fuck off,” Oscar said, cheeks heating under Max’s gaze.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Charles asked, causing Oscar to look down at him. He didn’t realize he had stopped sucking Max’s cock, but he was looking up at Oscar now with his shiny eyes and slick mouth and fuck, fuck, fuck. “I know the plan was for both of us to fuck you, but I’d really like you to fuck me if you’re up for it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Oscar said instead, his words quiet.

“You’re sweet,” Charles said, smiling up at him. “You won’t hurt me, baby. Have you seen the size of Max’s cock?” Oscar looked down at Max’s cock and then back up to meet his pretty blue eyes. He was bigger than Max. He kind of wanted to mention it.

He kind of wanted to whip out a measuring tape and see exactly how much bigger he was.

But that was definitely his dick talking.

Oscar swallowed and kept his eyes on Max as he said, “Yeah... but I’m bigger than Max.”

“Fuck you, Piastri,” Max said, but his eyes were lit up with amusement, and a big, dumb smile was spread across his face. “I could have you calling me daddy in no time, monster cock or not.”

“Yeah?” Oscar teased, grinning at him.

Max glared, but his smile was still giving him away. “I could have you begging and crying for my cock, just like Charles does every night. I don’t care how big your dick is.”

“Charles cares,” Oscar fired back, his grin threatening to split his face in half. He was getting off on this. He liked the back and forth, especially when Charles’ pretty fingers were still wrapped around his cock. “Charles hasn’t stopped thinking about my big dick since I took my pants off.”

“Get on your knees, Piastri,” Max said, rolling his eyes and shoving at his shoulder. “I need to get my fingers inside you, or you’ll never be able to take my cock,” he added, shoving at his shoulder again and making Oscar laugh as he stumbled closer to the bed. He had to put a hand out on Charles’ shoulder to stop himself from falling on top of him.

“Fuck. You guys are so hot together,” Charles mused, looking between them like he was seeing God for the first time.

“You need to get on your knees too, Charles,” Max said with a laugh. “Turn over and show Oscar how pretty your ass is, yeah, baby?” Charles grinned at him but quickly did as he asked, crawling up toward the middle of the bed and bending forward, resting his face against his arms and presenting his ass to them. “Fucking shameless, isn’t he?”

“God,” Oscar said, eyes trailing over Charles. He had such a cute ass, small and toned and with a light dusting of hair over it. Oscar wanted to personally thank Charles’ physio for all the squats he had him do because it was clearly paying off.

Charles Leclerc bending over and presenting was a sight for sore eyes.

“Go on,” Max said, shoving at Oscar’s shoulder again, but this time without as much force. Oscar glared at him one last time before crawling onto the bed, running his hand up Charles’ leg and to his thighs. Because he couldn’t not touch him. Not when he was showing off the way he was. “That’s it, baby. Bend down like Charles is,” Max said, pressing his heavy palm between Oscar’s shoulder blades.

Oscar couldn’t help but whimper a bit but got into the same position next to Charles.

“Fuck, there you go,” Max said, running a big hand over Oscar’s ass again. “Fuck me, look how lucky I am. Two pretty boys spreading themselves out in front of me. This is turning out to be such a nice day for me, too,” Max teased, pinching the back of Oscar’s thighs to make him squirm.

“Don’t tease, mon amour,” Charles grumbled, resting his cheek on his forearms and blinking at Oscar. Fuck, he had no business being that pretty. Charles smiled at him, pulling his head up to press into his space and kiss him. It had only been a few minutes since they last kissed, but it felt like a lifetime.

Oscar was going to get addicted to the feeling.

“Fuck,” Max groaned behind them, and Oscar could barely hear the sound of the lube popping open because his ears started ringing again. He should maybe feel a little bit ashamed that his ass was totally exposed to Max or that he was lined up next to Charles just waiting to be fucked, but he had no shame left in him.

He was so fucking hard.

Charles licked into his mouth just as Max ran his wet fingers over his hole, and, fuck.

It was so good.

Max pressed inside with one of his thick fingers, and Oscar had to pull off Charles’ mouth to groan a bit. Because holy shit. Max seemed pleased with his reaction, running his other hand up the back of Oscar’s thighs and spreading him open a bit more as he pushed deeper inside.

“Fuck, Oscar. You’re so tight,” Max mused, rocking his finger back inside.

“Max,” Charles whined next to him. “Don’t forget about me.”

“How could I ever forget about you, baby?” Max said with a laugh, taking his free hand off Oscar’s ass and moving it over to Charles instead. “Fuck, look at you both. You look so lovely on my fingers,” Max said, and Oscar couldn’t help but look over his shoulder.

Jesus Christ, he was fingering them both at the same time.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

“Fuck, you guys are so dirty,” Oscar groaned, letting his head fall back into the crook of his arms. He should have known that they’d try and kill him. Nobody got to walk around looking as pretty as they do without being at least a little bit evil.

“Says the man whose ass is up in the air for me,” Max teased, sliding his finger out and pressing back inside with two.

“Fuck you,” Oscar whined, pushing back against Max’s fingers.

“Kiss each other again,” Max said, unbothered, as he fucked his fingers in and out. Oscar groaned, pulling his head back up and looking over at Charles. He didn’t look like he was doing much better, but he grinned as Oscar leaned over to kiss him.

Maybe Max was right when he said he could have Oscar begging in no time. Max’s fingers felt so fucking good inside him that he was pretty sure he’d do anything he asked.

“Next time, you should finger Charles open,” Max said, bringing up next time again as if it was set in stone. He didn’t sound hesitant about it at all. Apparently, this was just a thing they did now. “I bet your fingers would look so nice buried deep inside him. Would you like that, Charles?”

“Fuck, yes, I would,” Charles said into his mouth, sinking his tongue back inside Oscar’s mouth before he could say anything else. The idea of putting his fingers inside Charles would drive him insane if he thought about it too much.

The fact his cock was going to be inside Charles was still a wild concept.

Max twisted his fingers and pressed right up against his prostate, and, “Holy fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel nice, baby?” Max asked as if he wasn’t making Oscar question every life choice that led him to this moment. Max brushed his fingers against his prostate again, making Oscar push up on his palms, his body on fire and his cock aching with the need to be touched.

“Fuck, Max,” Oscar groaned, letting his head dip low between his shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Max moaned, pulling his fingers out only to immediately press back inside with three. “You both feel so good. You’re both so pretty, all wet and open for me. Letting me do anything I fucking want to you. Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy on this planet.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Oscar groaned, rocking back against Max’s fingers. “You’re so fucking cocky.”

“You like it,” Max said with a laugh, crooking his fingers and rubbing against his prostate again. “Look at you rocking back against my fingers. You just can’t get enough in you, can you, baby?” And if Max kept calling him baby, he might just start crying. He didn’t realize how much he wanted to be called baby until tonight.

Fuck.

Max was bad for his health.

Oscar looked over at Charles, who met his eyes and winked at him.

“How are you so fucking normal right now?” Oscar groaned, which made both of them laugh. Charles reached out and pushed Oscar’s hair off his forehead, a soft, sated smile on his face as he let Max finger the hell out of him. Charles ran his fingers down Oscar’s cheek, then found his hand in the sheets and tangled their fingers together.

“Max is great with his fingers, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Charles asked.

Oscar whined in response because his brain was turning to mush.

“Is three enough, or do you want four?” Max asked, but Oscar wasn’t sure who he was talking to, so he said nothing in return. Max pressed in deeper with his fingers, almost as if tapping him on the shoulder to say, hey, you, I’m talking to you. Except. He was actually pushing against his prostate instead. “Oscar?”

“Fuck,” Oscar said, which wasn’t an answer to his question.

Max snorted and slowly removed his fingers from him, wiping the excess lube down his thighs just to make Oscar hiss. “Come up here. I want you to look at Charles,” Max said, pinching Oscar’s thighs to get him moving. Oscar gathered his strength and pushed onto his knees, his head going fuzzy with the sudden movement.

Max smiled at him, leaning over and kissing him softly, which only took Oscar slightly off guard. Oscar pressed back into his mouth, grabbing Max’s shoulder to hold himself steady as they kissed. Max pulled away first, pecking him one last time before nodding down at Charles.

“Look how pretty he looks like this,” Max said, showing Charles off and twisting the fingers he had inside of him. Oscar looked down and had to stop himself from whimpering at the sight. Max had three thick fingers buried inside Charles, twisting, pushing, and pulling at his rim as he stretched him.

It was so fucking hot.

“Normally, I’d only give him three, but I think he needs four to take you,” Max said, his tone back to devastatingly casual as he pressed deeper inside. Charles moaned underneath them, and Oscar looked back over to Max. “Give me your hand,” Max said, holding out the hand that had just been inside Oscar.

Oscar would be an idiot not to listen to him.

Max smiled when their hands connected, but he didn’t hesitate to bring Oscar’s hand down to Charles’ ass. Oscar let go of Max and ran his palm over Charles’ ass instead, digging his fingers into Charles’ cheek and spreading him apart further, watching the way Max’s finger sunk inside him.

Max grabbed the lube and held it out to Oscar.

“Slick up your finger,” Max instructed, which made Charles groan underneath them again once he realized what Max wanted. Oscar grinned at him as he took the lube and squirted some out of his pointer finger, dropping it between them as he gently pushed inside next to Max’s fingers.

“Merde, merde, merde,” Charles cursed, whining loudly and reaching back to help spread himself open. Oscar watched with wide, unmoving eyes as his finger slid inside beside Max’s, their fingers working together to open Charles up for his cock.

Holy fucking shit.

“He’s so fucking wet,” Oscar said, looking at Max.

“He’s going to feel so good around your cock, baby,” Max said, eyes locked on Oscar’s mouth. “You’re going to be ruined for life. His ass will be the only thing you think about from now on. Trust me, I know.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Oscar breathed.

“Yeah,” Max agreed with a grin. “Are you glad you said yes?”

Oscar whimpered, which only made Max smile even harder. Oscar leaned over and kissed Max again instead of answering because he was right there, and he was allowed to do that now. And, fuck, Max was such a good kisser. He’d be a fucking idiot to pass up any opportunity he had to make out with him.

“Please,” Charles whined, breathing roughly into the crook of his arms. “Please, s'te plaît, I need it.”

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Max whispered against his mouth.

“Yeah,” Oscar agreed because he was. Charles begging them was the prettiest thing he had ever heard in his entire fucking life. Oscar looked down at their fingers stretching Charles out, and he still had to take a moment to realize this was real and actually happening, not just some wet dream he was having.

What the fuck was his life?

“Are you ready?” Max asked, but Oscar couldn’t take his eyes off their fingers.

“Yes, yes, oui. I’m ready, I’m--”

“I’m not talking to you, Charles,” Max said, laughing as he slowly removed his fingers from Charles’ ass. It made him whine so fucking loud, and it was so beautiful. Max’s words finally registered in his head, and Oscar looked over at him, only to find him already staring at him.

Max smirked when they made eye contact.

“Are you ready?” Max repeated, eyes flicking back down to Oscar’s mouth.

“Yes,” Oscar said, nodding as he pulled his finger from Charles and wiped it off on the sheets. Max grinned at him, reaching between them to grab the lube. Oscar looked down at it, then over to Charles’ ass, then finally back to Max’s eyes. “I need a condom.”

“Do you?” Max asked, his tone serious and not teasing.

But Oscar didn’t understand the question. “What?”

Max smiled at him, leaning over to peck his lips again. “I’ll get you a condom if you want one, baby. But we’re all clean here. So if you want to fuck Charles without it, he’d really enjoy that,” Max said gently, reaching over to run his hand along Oscar’s dick. Oscar jumped at the contact, his neglected dick shocked at the first touch in so long.

Max grinned even more.

“I--” Oscar said, looking down at where Max was touching him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn’t think straight. Was Max really offering to let Oscar fuck Charles bare? Oscar had never fucked anybody bare in his life. Fuck, he just needed to think.

But how the hell was he supposed to think with Max Verstappen’s hand on his cock?

“It’s up to you, baby,” Max said, running the tips of his fingers over the wetness at the tip of his dick. Oscar sucked in a rugged breath and watched with wide eyes as Max brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the pre-come off them. Oscar was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor in the process.

He was going to come so fast.

“I’ve never fucked anybody without a condom,” Oscar said, looking back down at Charles. He reached out and ran his fingers along the top of his ass, enjoying how it made Charles shiver. Oscar looked back over at Max as he said, “Are you sure?”

“It’s your call,” Max said carefully. “But I can tell you it feels really fucking good without one. Charles loves being full, and there’s nothing quite like the feeling of coming deep inside somebody.”

“Jesus Christ,” Oscar said, shaking his head and laughing slightly. “You guys are trying to kill me, is that it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Max said, moving from behind Charles and sitting next to his hip. He ran his fingers through Charles’ hair as he looked up at Oscar with that devastating grin and said, “We’ve just started having fun. We can’t have you dying on us now.”

“I hate you,” Oscar said, kneeing his way behind Charles and grabbing his hips.

“Are you guys done talking? For fuck’s sake,” Charles groaned, looking over his shoulder at Oscar. “Oscar, baby, please fuck me now.” And, really, who the hell was Oscar to deny him that?

Oscar looked over at Max and held his hand out.

Max was so fucking pleased with himself as he handed him the lube.

Oscar didn’t waste any time slicking himself up, careful not to give himself too much friction. He needed to save everything he had for being inside Charles. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, and he wasn’t going to waste it on his own hand. Oscar breathed heavily through his mouth as he handed the lube back over to Max.

Oscar blinked down at Charles’ ass, nudging his cock forward and running through the wetness around his hole. Charles clenched on nothing, making Oscar whimper at the sight of it. Holy shit, this was actually going to happen. He was about to fuck Charles Leclerc.

The Charles Leclerc.

Ferrari’s Charles Leclerc.

Max Verstappen’s Charles Leclerc.

Oscar flicked his eyes up to Max, who was still staring back at him with a smirk. “What are you waiting for?” Max asked his tone light and teasing. “A written invitation? Do you need instructions? Should I--” but Max’s dumb fucking words got lost in his throat when Oscar finally pushed inside. “There you go,” Max said, because he was the worst.

“Oh shit,” Oscar said, watching as his cock disappeared inside Charles.

“Fuck, fuck, merde,” Charles cursed, breathing sharply underneath him. Oscar paused, feeling lightheaded and dizzy at the intense pressure around his cock. Only the tip was inside, but Oscar knew the stretch had to be hurting Charles.

Oscar tightened his grip on Charles’ pretty hips.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked because he wasn’t a monster.

“Oui,” Charles groaned, fisting at the sheets with one hand and gripping tightly to Max’s hand with the other. Oscar tried to breathe through it. He looked up at Max, then back down at Charles’ ass. He was breathing so loud that he could barely hear over the sounds of his own lungs.

He pushed in another inch but stopped when Charles gasped and cried out.

“Fuck,” Oscar whined, his hands shaking as he tried to hold still. “Do you want me to pull out?”

“No,” Charles groaned, letting go of the sheets to pull at his own hair. Oscar looked back at Max, who ran his hand soothingly between Charles’ shoulder blades. “I can take it,” is what Oscar was pretty sure Charles said, but his words were muffled into the sheets.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Max praised, running his hands everywhere he could reach. “Oscar is so big, but you’re doing such a good job, just opening right up for him,” Max babbled, which seemed to relax Charles a bit more. The pressure around his cock was still intense, but Charles visibly relaxed around him.

Oscar dared to push inside a bit more.

Charles took it like a fucking champ.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Max praised before Oscar could say anything. “There you go, baby. You just had to relax, didn’t you? You look so good wrapped around his cock, sweetheart.”

“Jesus, Max,” Oscar said, not taking his eyes off where he was splitting Charles open. Fuck. His cock felt fucking incredible. He had never felt anything like this in his life. He thought fucking girls had been nice, but holy shit, nobody compared to the feeling of Charles.

“He can take it,” Max said, meeting Oscar’s eyes again. “Go on.”

“Charles?” Oscar said, rubbing at his thighs. He trusted that Max knew his partner well, but he still didn’t want to hurt him. He needed Charles to tell him, too. Charles whined, pushing back on Oscar.

“I can take it,” Charles said, gripping the sheets so hard he might rip a hole in them.

“Fuck,” Oscar said dumbly, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in deeper. All three of them moaned so fucking loudly, Oscar was sure the neighboring rooms could hear them. He didn’t fucking care.

Charles felt so fucking amazing.

He was so hot, and wet, and tight. Fuck.

Oscar looked down and felt lightheaded again at the sight of his cock inside him. There were still maybe two inches to go, but fuck, he was taking more of him than anybody else ever had. It was so incredibly fucking hot. Oscar almost wanted to start crying about it.

“You’re so good, Charles,” Oscar said, shaking as he pulled back and slowly pressed inside. “You feel so fucking good,” Oscar added, his words rough and breathy. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes locked on his cock and how Charles’ rim stretched around it.

He wished he could take a picture of it, frame it, and put it over his fireplace at home.

It was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

Oscar pulled back again, running his hands over Charles’ lower back as he pressed inside and groaned at the feeling. Charles relaxed further around him, taking him more and more each time he pushed inside. It was making Oscar’s head spin. He might actually be able to take all of him.

Oscar looked up to Max.

“Good boy,” Max said, his eyes unmoving from Oscar’s. “You’re fucking him so well.”

Good boy.

For fuck’s sake.

Oscar groaned, looking back down at his cock. He pulled his hips back, watching as Charles clenched around it, not wanting to let it go. “Fucking hell,” Oscar groaned, fucking back inside until he was buried at the hilt. He gasped, Charles whined, and Max’s eyes went wide-- all at the same time.

“Oh god,” Oscar said, pulling back and fucking forward again. “Oh god,” Oscar repeated, spreading Charles’ cheeks further apart and fucking in again. “You’re taking all of me,” Oscar said dumbly, even though they all knew what was happening. “Holy shit, Charles.” Why couldn’t he shut up.

“Oscar,” Charles moaned, and, fuck. That was so fucking good.

“Charles,” Oscar moaned back at him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Oscar whined, fucking his hips forward and back, his eyes unmoving from the beautiful sight before him. “You were made to take cock, weren’t you?” Seriously, why the fuck couldn’t he shut up?

Oscar had never said anything like that before in his life.

Max was delighted by it.

“Fuck yeah, he was,” Max agreed, fisting his own cock while watching the two of them. “I knew he could take all of you. He’s so fucking good. I want to keep him on my cock 24/7. If I could figure out a way to take him in all my Red Bull meetings, I would,” Max rambled off a string of dirty things to him.

“Yeah,” Oscar agreed, but he wasn’t really listening. He was too focused on how good his cock felt. “Fuck, I’m getting close,” Oscar said, readjusting his knees to change the angle. Charles cried out when he fucked against his prostate, and Oscar’s eyes widened again.

“There, there, please,” Charles cried out, pushing back against Oscar’s cock.

“Shit,” Oscar said, sweat dripping down his back as he fucked Charles harder, their hips slapping wetly in the room and sounding so fucking dirty that it made his head spin. Oscar looked back over to Max, who was still jerking himself off, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he watched them. “You’re fucking hot,” Oscar said because he truly couldn’t stop talking.

Max laughed at him, but he sounded a bit overwhelmed.

“Shut the hell up, Piastri,” Max said, which made them both laugh.

Oscar looked down at Charles, watching his cock slide in and out of him. His stomach was starting to twist with his pending orgasm, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Oscar looked at Max and asked, “Are you gonna help him out? Or keep being selfish instead?”

Max’s jaw dropped open. “Fuck you,” he said, but let go of his cock anyway as he rolled over and ran his hand along Charles’ back. Oscar laughed, shaking his head as he fucked Charles over and over and over. Max said something to him that he couldn’t hear, but then he was reaching between Charles and the bed and wrapping his fingers around Charles’ cock.

Charles cried out, and fuck, it was so pretty.

“Max, please,” Charles said, gripping desperately at the sheets as Max whispered in his ear. Oscar groaned, fucking Charles harder, chasing the high just around the corner. He was so fucking close. Charles was so fucking good. Fucking shit. “Oscar, please,” Charles added, and it would haunt Oscar for the rest of his life.

“I’m gonna come,” Oscar whined, the pressure building more. Holy shit, was he really about to come inside Charles? Oscar whined again, his senses starting to go white. He wanted to come so fucking bad. He was so close; he was right there; he just needed a few more...

“Do it,” Max said, looking back up at him, his hand flying over Charles. “Fucking come inside him, Oscar. Do it.”

“Max,” Oscar groaned, fucking in harder and faster, selfishly chasing after his orgasm. Charles clenched around him, and that’s all it took to send Oscar flying over the edge. His stomach clenched, and his abs tightened, and fuck, he was coming, moaning loudly and swearing and fucking coming inside Charles.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Charles whined, his hole spasming around Oscar as Max pulled him through his orgasm. Max moaned at the sight of them, leaning down to kiss Charles, and it was another moment that felt too tender to be watching.

But they weren’t hiding it from him.

“Fuck, you guys look so good together,” Max said, pulling away from Charles’ mouth and looking back at Oscar. But Oscar was too busy looking down at his cock, where he was slowly fucking his own come back inside Charles.

Holy goddamn shit.

How the hell was this actually happening to him?

His cock was getting sore and oversensitive, but Charles was so warm and wet and.

Fuck.

Oscar still wasn’t breathing regularly by the time Max was moving, kneeing his way across the bed and pulling Oscar into a kiss. Oscar whined, taking one of his hands off Charles to grab onto Max’s waist instead. Max’s mouth was possessive on his, his kisses biting and his tongue insistent.

Max still hadn’t come.

“Are you too sensitive?” Max asked, just barely pulling off his mouth. Oscar blinked his eyes open, breathing deeply between them. Max’s eyes were soft, even though his hand on Oscar’s back was demanding. “I can fuck you in the morning if you’d prefer, baby.”

“No,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “I-- I want you to fuck me still.”

Max grinned at him. “Are you sure? I’m not you but I’m not exactly small either,” Max said, laughing as he looked down between them. Oscar followed suit, looking down at where Max was hanging heavy and hard between them. His cock was red and dripping at the tip. He clearly wasn’t going to last very long, either.

“I can take it,” Oscar said, grinning at him as he slowly pulled out of Charles.

Charles whined at the loss, rolling onto his side and stretching his legs out. Oscar ran his hands over Charles’ thighs, squeezing the muscle there and smiling at him when they made eye contact.

“How do you feel?” Oscar asked, trying to find the right words.

Charles smiled at him and said, “Fucking amazing.”

God, that was good to hear.

“Come on,” Max urged, trying to be patient but eager to come. He didn’t wait for Oscar to move and instead did the moving for him, urging Oscar onto his back and further up the bed until his head was on the pillow. “Beautiful, just like this, yeah?” he asked, spreading Oscar’s legs and sliding between them.

“Yeah,” Oscar said, nodding. On his back was good. He was tired, and he didn’t want to have to do a lot of the work. He was still coming down from his orgasm, and he wasn’t ashamed about how dick drunk he was at the moment.

Max didn’t seem too bothered by it, happy to do the work himself.

“Do you need my fingers again?” Max asked, already slicking up his cock. Oscar grinned at him and shook his head no. Max sighed in relief and said, “That’s great news.”

Oscar snorted.

Charles laughed beside him, rolling over and wrapping his arm around Oscar’s chest as he pressed a soft, tired kiss onto his cheek. It was another thing that seemed way too sweet and intimate, considering the situation. Oscar tried not to whine about it, instead finding Charles’ hand and wrapping their fingers together.

Max wrapped Oscar’s thigh around the crook of his elbow, leaning forward and lining his cock up with his hole. Oscar was still so overwhelmed from his orgasm that he didn’t even have time to panic about the fact Max Verstappen was about to fuck him.

Which was probably for the best.

“Are you ready, baby?” Max asked, his tone teasing as he grinned at him.

“Give me your worst, Verstappen,” Oscar said, huffing and squeezing Charles’ fingers.

“As you wish.” Max laughed, rubbing the head of his cock over Oscar’s hole before pushing inside. Fuck. Oscar gasped at the feeling, reaching his other hand up to press against Max’s chest. He wasn’t trying to stop him, but he needed a second before pushing in further.

Thankfully Max understood and smiled at him as he held himself still, buried only halfway inside.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Max groaned, looking down between them. “I should have fingered you more.”

“No,” Oscar said, the word coming out choked. “I-- I like it like this.”

“Yeah?” Max asked, pulling his hips back and fucking forward a bit. Oscar gasped again, and Max had another smirk on his face. “Do you like it to hurt, Oscar?”

Oscar swallowed and glared at him.

“Fuck me, Max,” Oscar said instead of answering. Max groaned, nodding as he pulled his hips back again and fucked forward in one long, smooth motion. Oscar groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His cock had never even gotten fully soft, and it was trying desperately to get hard again now.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” Max groaned, fucking in deeper and grinding their hips together. “Shit, you feel so fucking lovely,” Max said, leaning down and wrapping his mouth around Oscar’s nipple. Which felt way too fucking good. Oscar’s nipples had always been so sensitive.

Even more so after he came.

“Max,” Oscar groaned, unable to come up with anything better than that. Not when Max felt this fucking good inside of him. Max moaned, pushing Oscar’s thigh further up his chest as he fucked in again, and again, and again. Oscar was pretty sure that Max’s cock might be magical.

He was sore and oversensitive, but holy shit, it felt better than he could have imagined.

“I like the sounds you two make,” Charles said sleepily, kissing Oscar’s arm and shoulder and squeezing their joined hands. Oscar whined at his words, grabbing at Max’s hip as he drove his cock in deeper, the wet sounds so fucking loud as they came together over and over again.

“Fuck, baby,” Max said, and he wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but he thought it might be at him. Oscar opened his eyes, which he hadn’t realized were closed, and made eye contact with Max. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Thank you,” Oscar said stupidly.

“So fucking polite,” Max teased, letting his head fall forward as he fucked his cock in faster and harder than before. “Can I come inside you, baby? Would you like that?” Max asked, looking back up to meet his eyes. Fuck. What a crazy fucking question.

Of course he’d like that.

“Yes,” Oscar said, nodding and overwhelmed at the idea.

“Dirty boy,” Max teased some more to rile him up.

“Fuck you,” Oscar groaned.

“Maybe in the morning,” Max said, winking at him as he fucked in deeper. Max’s mouth was still running, and he was still teasing and joking, but he was clearly starting to come undone at the seams. He was sweating and panting, and his cock was so fucking hard inside of him.

“Come on,” Oscar urged, tweaking Max’s nipple, and was delighted by the noise it brought from Max’s lungs. “You’ve been so patient while Charles and I got each other off. It’s your turn now,” Oscar rambled because, again, he couldn’t shut up. It seemed to work, though, as Max groaned and fucked in even harder, chasing his high.

“Yeah, come on, baby,” Charles said, but his eyes weren’t even open. He was already half asleep. “I want to see you come,” Charles added, nuzzling his nose against Oscar’s arm. Oscar met Max’s eyes again, and they both burst out laughing. Charles chuckled along with them, but Oscar was pretty sure he was mostly asleep and had no idea what they were laughing at.

“He’s fucking useless after he comes,” Max said, rolling his eyes.

“Good to know,” Oscar teased, rubbing at Max’s hip again as Max’s rhythm went off. “Come on, Max. Come for me, and then we can go to sleep too.” Max laughed at his words, but it quickly turned into a whimper as he fucked his hips in at a devastating pace.

“Fuck, fuck,” Max groaned, bowing his head again and resting his forehead on Oscar’s chest as his hips pistoned in and out of him. He fucked in once or twice more before he finally moaned loudly and stilled inside him, his teeth biting roughly at Oscar’s skin as he finally came deep inside.

Jesus.

That was also going to haunt Oscar’s dreams.

“Holy shit,” Max breathed, grinding his hips forward into Oscar and making them both whine at the feeling. Oscar gently let go of Charles’ hand, who was snoring next to them, and wrapped both arms around Max instead. Max made a pleased noise at the contact, rubbing his face into Oscar’s chest as he gently fucked him as he came down.

“You’re insane,” Oscar whispered, not wanting to wake Charles. “You’re both totally fucking insane.”

Max snorted, looking up at him with heavy eyes. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Fuck you,” Oscar said, rolling his eyes. “Of course I did.”

“Do you want to take a shower? Or sleep first?” Max asked, gently pulling out of Oscar and then laying flat on top of him. Well, Oscar was definitely not getting up now. Oscar made a noncommittal noise, running his nose over the top of Max’s sweaty hair and wrapping his arms tighter around him.

“Maybe shower in the morning,” Oscar whispered.

When Oscar woke up the next morning, Max and Charles were still snoring next to him. He blinked up at the ceiling for a few minutes, his ass sore and his muscles aching, before finally looking over at them. He couldn’t help but smile. They really did make a cute couple.

They were facing Oscar, with Max wrapped around Charles’ back and his face tucked deep into his neck as they snored against each other. Charles’ mouth was parted, his face relaxed as his eyes twitched in his sleep. Oscar couldn’t believe that this was something he got to wake up to.

What the fuck was his life?

He chuckled to himself, scratching at his belly as he rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he unlocked it, biting down on his smile when he read Logan’s text.

LS: so?! did you do it?! how’d it go???

He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before tapping out a response, hitting send, and watching as the delivered status quickly changed into read.

OP: my dick is bigger than Max’s

LS: god that’s good
LS: I’m so happy for you, bro.

Oscar’s life was so fucking fun.