Introductions
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: Introductions
Characters: Felipe Massa, Rob Smedley
Rating: Blue Flag
Summary: Rob introduces Felipe to the F138.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Yaddi yadda.
A/N: This was supposed to be finished months and months ago… but better late than never?! Set at the beginning of 2013.
He runs his hand along her smooth back, fingers flexing as they trace the chassis towards the tail, over the gurney flap and across the rear wing. She’s stunning, especially under the bright garage lights. He knows the only time she’ll look better than this will be in Singapore as he flies under the flood lights, her livery shinning like a mirror. By then though, she’ll look so much different. They’ll already have several races together and she’ll have gone through multiple updates. He’ll already know every inch of her. The unfamiliarity is what makes this moment so special. “Hello. My name is Felipe,” he whispers as his fingertips run along the DRS flap.
“She’s beautiful,” he tells Rob with that sparkle in his eyes Rob likes so much.
“Yes, she is.” But not as much as you. “Shall I give you the rundown?” he asks Felipe, who nods in response. Rob always looks forward to this time of year, to this particular moment when he gets to introduce the car to Felipe. It’s a ritual they have. Felipe has seen the car before of course, but this is a private moment for them to get acquainted, and Rob loves to guide him through it. The way Felipe is in awe over every little detail of the car makes Rob feel like he’s giving him the moon.
“Let’s start with the roll hoop. It’s almost the same as last year’s car, with a few minor differences.”
Felipe slides a hand along the side of the Ferrari, hand stopping on the bright yellow emblem, tracing the S and F with his index finger.
“We still have the three cooling ducts. The top one still cools the gearbox. We’ve changed the shape a bit, but the amount of cooling is very similar. The main duct feeds the plenum of course and really hasn’t changed. We did reduce the size of the lower duct. We found we didn’t need as much cooling for the energy recovery system from this duct.”
Felipe nods as his fingers trace the small hole next to the puma, feeling the rounded contour and tentatively probing inside. Rob licks his lips as he watches, struggling to push aside the thought of Felipe’s fingers elsewhere. He clears his throat when he feels his cock throb in his pants.
“We’ve made changes to the rear wing as well. We added some slates to the trailing edge.”
Felipe slips his fingers away from the air intake and gets up to take a look at the fins, bending over slightly so his arse is sticking out. Rob has to look down at his clipboard. Fucking Felipe with his perfect arse. Rob is getting more uncomfortable by the minute. He moves to the other side of the car in an attempt to avoid the urge to take Felipe from behind right then and there.
“What do they do?” Felipe asks with a genuine curiosity.
“They redirect the flow around to the...” Rob stops mid-sentence as Felipe steps in his personal space, and his brain stops working. “Here, see the flow pattern,” Rob tells him as he points to a diagram showing the air flow distribution around the car from the wind tunnel simulations. Felipe squishes himself against Rob to study the picture, flipping pages to see the different angles. Rob becomes fully aware of Felipe, not that he wasn’t before, as the scent of the Brazilian’s familiar cologne delights his nose, the sandalwood merging beautifully with the spicy tangerine tones without overpowering the natural smell of Felipe’s skin. A part of him hopes the smell will cling to his clothes and last for hours after they’ve parted.
“The vortex, looks different,” Felipe says, pointing at a section close to the front suspension. “Is not, how you say, tight?”
Felipe’s lips are almost brushing against Rob’s ears when he speaks, and the hair on Rob’s neck stands up.
“Do you realize how hard you make my job?”
Felipe looks at him innocently. “But I listened this time.”
“Yeah, you’ve been a good boy,” Rob groans as he presses himself against Felipe, pushing him against the car. Felipe lets out a small ooh before grinning deviously as he feels Rob’s hardness against him.
“Here?” Felipe whispers, cheeks red, as he looks around the empty garage.
“Here,” Rob answers, because there's no way in hell he can wait any longer. He puts his hand on the nape of Felipe's neck and pulls him close, kissing him with urgency as he spreads his legs wider to grind against Felipe.
Felipe pushes him back, panting. “What if someone sees?” he asks even as his hands are undoing his pants.
“Nobody here,” Rob answers, not looking to see if it’s true, not caring if it is, and finds Felipe's mouth again.
By the time his pants are pooled around his ankles, Rob’s cock is hard and ready, and he doesn’t waste time turning Felipe around and bending him over the smooth Ferrari. He wraps an arm around Felipe, presenting him his fingers, which Felipe sucks messily, drool dripping over the spotless paint job. He slides his hand along the curve of Felipe’s arse, so nicely presented, and pushes a wet finger in.
Felipe pushes back against Rob's fingers eagerly, rocking his hips to get them deeper in. “Is enough, am ready, want you,” Felipe says.
“You're still too tight,” Rob groans, adding some spit to his fingers and working them more quickly into Felipe, grabbing the round arse with his free hand.
“Now Rob, please,” he begs as his cock rubs against the soft surface of the car, the cool feeling contrasting with the warm fingers inside him.
Rob knows it’ll be a hard squeeze but he can’t take much more of Felipe’s begging. He rests a hand on Felipe’s back while he holds the base of his cock, pressing the head against Felipe’s hole. He pushes in slowly, as Felipe tumbles forward, knocking off the mirror in the process.
“Fuck, careful, that’s almost a thousand Euros,” Rob says as Felipe tries in vain to catch it before it falls to the ground. He reaches to Felipe’s cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Not like you use your mirrors anyways,” Rob says, pulling at Felipe’s cock.
Felipe bucks his arse into him. “Is not true.”
Rob bends over Felipe, chuckling as he kisses the soft shoulders and neck. “Just teasing, sunshine.”
It’s a beautiful sight, Felipe’s bronze skin under him, a sheen of sweat forming at the curve of his back, hands holding on to bits of red to support them both. He comes first, holding on firmly to Felipe’s hips to steady himself, then turns Felipe around and takes him in his mouth. It doesn’t take long, a few bobs of his head and swirls of his tongue and Felipe is filling his mouth. He’s already got a mirror to explain, he doesn’t want to have to wash the car on top of that.
Felipe slides to the cold floor sleepily, resting his head against the Ferrari with a satisfied expression on his face. Rob takes a moment to admire him like this, sitting with no pants on, his back against the Ferrari, cheeks matching the colour of the car, and he knows this will be another tough year, but no matter what, they’ll be there for each other, wherever the future takes them, be it red or not.
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