Not How Life Works
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: Not How Life Works
Characters: Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber
Rating: Black Flag
Summary: Mark has finished his last F1 race. Seb goes to see him one last time.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen - all in my head.
A/N Inspired by this prompt, posted on Motorskink.
Brazil had been a typical race. Seb had finished second and Mark fourth, missing the podium yet again. Seb had secured the Driver’s Championship at the last round, so this had been a no-pressure race. For him at least. He knew Mark had hoped to be on the podium for his last race in Formula One, but things didn’t work out for Mark, as they so often didn’t. The season had been filled once more with ups and downs between the two men. Seb wasn’t sure why, but the two of them could go from extreme highs to extreme lows in a matter of minutes. What tended to complicate matters was that their lows were very public, while their highs were oh so very private. Seb always found it hard to juggle the two, but after today, he wouldn’t have to and he still didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad thing.
Seb took a deep breath before entering the motorhome.
“Hey” greeted Seb to Mark who was slowly packing his things away.
“Good race. Too bad tires couldn’t keep up” commented Mark.
“Yes, too bad” agreed Seb, who really wasn’t up for talking about the race. “Mark, before you go, I just want to say; I know it hasn’t always been easy, between us I mean. “
Mark, unfazed, shrugged his shoulders. “If you’re trying to apologize, you know how I like my apologies”.
And with those words, Seb started unbuttoning Mark’s jeans, removing his belt and sliding pants and underwear low enough so that Mark could spread his legs for Seb. Seb immediately took Mark in his mouth as deep as he could. While moving his head back and forth, Seb used his tongue to wrap around and flick Mark’s cock as it grew harder and harder.
“It would have been easier if you trusted me” Seb said moving his hand to Mark’s ass and teasing the entrance of his hole. “You don’t trust me, never have. Always think I do things to get back at you, to get ahead of you” muttered Seb as he traced the contour of Mark’s balls with his tongue before taking Mark’s dick in his mouth again. Seb heard Mark groan, though he wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or discontent.
“I don’t think you do things to get back at me. I think you do things because you’re selfish, because you can’t stand not being first” Mark replied between heavy breaths. “And Seb. My dick is in your mouth. If that’s not trust, I don’t know what is”.
Mark started a slow rhythm, enjoying the wet mouth around him just as much as he was enjoying the fact that Seb was kneeling before him. Mark moved his hips to fuck Seb’s mouth harder, but the German anchored his hands on Mark’s hips, trying to ease the pace. That didn’t sit well with Mark, and he grabbed Seb by the hair, moving his head away and pulling him to his feet.
“You always have to be in control, don’t you?”
“I was just trying to..”
“You were just trying to look out for yourself. That’s what you do” interrupted Mark, clearly pissed “You don’t get to always be in control Seb. You always have to be on top no matter what. Out there. In here.”
“”It’s just where I belong Mark” tried to explain Seb.
“Not now. Not here, not today” Mark shot back, undoing Seb’s jeans, turning him around, pulling his pants to his ankles and pushing him over a desk. “You can’t always control everything. It’s not how life works” he whispered darkly in Seb’s ear as he’s wetting a finger and inserting it in Seb, who let out a moan as the finger moved in and out. “It’s not how relationships work” whispered Mark, inserting two more fingers into Seb. “You can’t always do only what you want, or what’s best for you. You’re supposed to care for other people”.
Seb was thankful that Mark cared enough to use a lubricated condom when he felt the full length of his teammate enter him. Normally Seb would have had a reply to Mark’s lecture, but right now, all that mattered was how good Mark felt inside him. He felt a bit of regret for never having allowed Mark to enter him before because the sensation was enough to send shivers through his spine and curl his toes in delight. Mark was obviously enjoying his moment, thrusting hard against Seb, looking only after his own needs for once. Both men lost themselves in the moment, pushing their thoughts aside and focusing instead on the jolts of ecstasy coursing through them every time Mark pressed against Seb.
Mark came first, in a wave of relief he greatly needed, as if to purge all the emotions he had kept bottled up over the past years. Despite his previous anger towards his partner, Mark turned Seb around to stroke him and nibble at his nipples and Seb got off within seconds, as Mark knew he would.
Both men cleaned up and dressed in silence. Seb started pacing back and forth, clearly flustered as he replayed in his head all the accusations Mark had thrown at him. Mark, on the other hand, was back to his neutral state, anger and pleasure alike faded from his face. The air was still heavy with unresolved tension.
“So what now? What do you want me to say?” asked Seb, looking for some sort of closure.
Mark avoided Seb’s eyes. “There’s nothing you can say at this point Seb. You should just go”.
Seb stomped to the motorhome door and opened it, pausing a few seconds in the doorway before slamming it shut again and marching up to Mark.
“I love you! I fucking love you! Is that what you want to hear?! I’ve never done this before. I love you and I have no fucking idea how this is supposed to work! Is that what you want me to say?!”
Seb ran his hands over his face and in his hair before letting his arms drop to his side and shaking his head. He was drained.
Mark cusped Seb’s face and smiled. “Yes. It is what I want to hear, because I love you too.” And Mark kissed Seb with a tenderness that the two of them had never allowed before. Seb kissed him back with the same tenderness, having craved this gentler contact for a long time.
“You’ll call?”
“I’ll call” nodded Mark.
“You’ll visit?”
“I’ll visit”. Mark leaned in for another soft kiss. “Often”.
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