Gossip
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: Gossip
Characters: Rob Smedley, Mark Webber
Rating: Black Flag
Summary: Mark finds out he shouldn't always listen to gossip.
Warning: Rob/Mark (you've been warned!)
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen - all in my head.
A/N Inspired by this prompt, posted on motorskink.
Ferrari was celebrating a 1-2 podium for Felipe and Fernando in one of the halls at the hotel. A few of the other teams had joined the party, not so much to celebrate with Ferrari but rather for the free booze. Felipe was beyond drunk, and he was, as most would have guessed, a very loving drunk.
“I love yooou!!” Felipe declared to Rob, poking at his nose, before draping himself over the bar, asking the barman for another drink. Rob wrapped an arm around Felipe’s waist to straighten him up. “Don’t you think that’s enough, sunshine?”
“One more! Just one more!” Felipe pleaded, holding up two fingers while making puppy eyes at Rob. Rob sighed, as he sipped his own beer, Felipe still clinging to him.
“Quite a handful the little man, isn’t he?”
“Mark!!!” Felipe exclaimed, launching himself at the Aussie, wrapping him into a hug. Mark laughed, patting the smaller man on the back before pushing him back towards Rob.
“Sorry about that. He gets a little more clingy than usual when drunk,” apologized Rob. “I should get him back to his room,” he said, grabbing Felipe by the waist and making his way slowly to the elevator.
“Need a hand?” Mark asked.
“Thanks,” Rob nodded, though he really didn’t need help.
When they got in the elevator, Felipe made an effort to press the button for every single floor, giggling as he did so. Mark looked over at Felipe, who could barely stand as the elevator started moving.
“Guess you won’t get any tonight, uh?” he joked at Rob.
“Pardon?” Rob asked, a questioning look on his face.
“Sorry mate, bad joke.”
“No, really. What do you mean?” Rob said.
Mark gestured between Rob and Felipe. “I just meant he’s a little too drunk for… you know.”
Rob laughed. “You think Felipe and I… we’re together?”
It was Mark’s turn to be confused. “Aren’t you? I mean, the whole paddock thinks… with how you two hug and the radio messages. I mean, the radio messages, it’s pretty obvious.”
“Hugs!” Felipe barged in, throwing his arms around Rob and burying his face in Rob’s neck. Rob stroke Felipe’s hair, still chuckling.
“Felipe, he’s a good guy, a good driver. We’re partners, for work. I care for him of course, but he’s with Raffa. And frankly, he’s not my type,” Rob explained, his eyes catching Mark’s on the last bit.
Mark felt his pulse quicken. Rob had always been forbidden. There was an unspoken rule not to touch, not even to think about it. But that was when he thought Rob was with Felipe. “So what is your type?” Mark probed.
Rob grinned as he eyed Mark up and down. “Tall, strong jaw, dimple chin… Aussie accent.” Mark’s palms became sweaty and his mouth dry. Never in a million years would he have guessed, hoped.
The elevator door opened once again, this time stopping at the right floor. Rob and Mark both wrapped an arm around Felipe, walking him to his room, but their gaze fixed on each other. They tucked Felipe quickly into bed before leaving his room and pausing in the hallway.
Rob and Mark stared at each other, knowing the inevitable was going to happen, but unsure how to make it happen. “My room is only two doors down,” Rob offered. But Mark couldn’t wait; he had already waited so long, and for no fucking reason. He grabbed Rob’s collar with both hands and pulled Rob towards him, slamming their mouths together. His tongue met Rob’s, twisting together as Rob pushed Mark against the wall. Mark groaned as Rob sucked on his neck, hands reaching under his shirt. Mark cupped Rob’s face, urging him into another kiss, his scruff rubbing against Rob’s smooth skin.
Rob pressed himself against Mark, feeling their hard cocks brush together through their jeans. “Room, now” Rob panted, dragging Mark by the belt as he walked backwards to his room so they could continue kissing. They had barely made it through the door frame and Mark had already taken off his own shirt and was pulling at Rob’s. Rob ran both hands down Mark’s chest before pushing him on the bed and undoing Mark’s jeans with urgency. Mark cooperated, lifting his hips to let the pants and underwear slide off. He then pulled Rob on top of him, freeing him of the rest of his clothes as he kissed him.
When Rob’s hard cock was let loose and bounced against Mark’s, both men gasped at the jolt of pleasure. They looked at each other with lust but paused briefly, wondering how to go from there. “You’re already on top, mate,” Mark hoarsely said before running a thumb over the head of Rob’s shaft, spreading the pre-come on it. Rob’s back arched at Mark’s touch. Rob massaged Mark’s balls while the tip of his fingers relaxed Mark’s sensitive area. Mark cursed when Rob’s fingers slid inside him, his hips jerking up as his fingers dug into Rob’s thighs.
“Now, please,” Mark asked firmly, feeling he wouldn’t hold on for very long. Rob obliged. Entering Mark was almost enough to send him over the edge, the tightness around his cock nearly more than he could handle. He kept his hips still for a while, letting them both adjust as he bent down to kiss Mark’s torso, sucking and nibbling at his nipples. “Never thought you’d be such a tease,” Mark groaned, eyes rolled back, hands grabbing Rob’s ass to force his hips to move. Rob laughed as he sucked on Mark’s lips and began to thrust slowly.
Mark was barely able to contain himself. “Fuck, Rob! Faster, please!” Mark begged, his fingers now bruising Rob’s skin as he moaned. Rob upped his pace, pushing into Mark faster and harder until the Aussie came in a loud string of curses. Rob then let himself go, his body quivering as he came, before collapsing into a sweaty mess on top of Mark, who wrapped his arms around Rob.
Mark had almost drifted into sleep when he felt Rob giggle against his chest. “What’s so funny?” Mark asked drowsily. Rob rolled off of Mark and unto his side, putting an arm up to prop his head while he traced Mark’s chest with his fingers. “I still can’t believe you thought I was with Felipe all this time.”
Mark opened his eyes to look at Rob before replying. “Bloody waste of time, if you ask me. Guess I should stop listening to paddock gossip.”
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