Dog Days
It's a continuation from The Wolves, only its based on Dan and Jev this time. Inspired by the wonderful sunny days we're having right now. :)
Characters: Jean-Eric Vergne, Daniel Ricciardo
Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo/Jean-Eric Vergne
Rating: red flag.
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Jean-Eric always gets antsy before a full moon. It's the middle of the winter break, or the Australian summer, and he's pacing around, itching at his skin, because he can't sit still. Dan is laid out on a sun lounger, perfectly chilled out, half-drunk beer dripping condensation onto the tiles next to him, only Jean-Eric won't sit down or stay still and it's driving him insane. "Jev?" He starts, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. Jean-Eric turns to face him, itches at his shoulder, the muscles in his stomach shifting as he reaches an arm over his head to scratch at his back.
"Sorry." Jean-Eric replies, scowling. "It's only three hours until moon rise." He says, tilting his head sideways. Daniel glances back at the house, knowing that his family have all gone out for the evening, leaving them to their own devices.
"Sit down." Daniel points at the other sun lounger, crawls onto Jean-Eric's lap and sits down, running his nails over Jean-Eric's shoulder blades as Jean-Eric shudders until his touch, Dan's fingers cold from his beer. Jean-Eric sits still for a while then, letting Dan touch him gently. And then they take advantage of the empty house and the tall garden fences and fuck there and then, with Daniel giggling through the afterglow at the irony of doing it doggy-style. Jean-Eric just lies still, finally, watching the sun sink lower in the sky. Then they move, before it's too late to get to the beach, cramming stuff into the car and heading off, and even though the orgasm settled him for a while, he's unsettled again, uncomfortable in his skin and he clambers out of the car as soon as he can, running down onto the beach and leaving his t-shirt crumpled by the car. Daniel laughs, packs it away and digs out a tennis ball to tuck into the pocket of his shorts. He waits, sat on the car, as always, while Jean-Eric changes. It's the one thing Jean-Eric doesn't want Daniel to watch, so he respects that, waits for the wolf to appear, bounding around, rolling in the sand and generally acting like a huge puppy. He loves that Jean-Eric will let him see him like this, and so he jumps down, jogs onto the beach and promptly has Jean-Eric on top of him, having been knocked to the floor. Jean-Eric licks his cheek, tail wagging and brushing against Daniel's knees. "Let me up, come on Fluffy." Jean-Eric yips at his nickname, but clambers off, shakes all the sand loose and then heads for the surf, barking delightedly as he bounces in and out of the water. Daniel whistles, shakes the tennis ball and laughs as Jean-Eric takes off after it, stretching his legs out properly, shaking off the weird feeling he always says he gets just after he's changed. He always claims, when they're dozing the morning after, that he's a wolf, not a dog, yet he'll gladly chase tennis balls and sticks, Dan muses, tugging the ball off him and throwing it again. The night's cooler than the day was, thank god, but he still enjoys a paddle, which quickly becomes a swim when Jean-Eric jumps on him, barking and wagging his tail when Dan stands up and lunges for him, growling at Jean-Eric in a imitation of the noises Jean-Eric makes as he shakes the water from his hair. He doesn't mind though, not when in a few hours time he can slip into the shower alongside a sleepy Jean-Eric and then they can doze away the morning, close but not too close because the heat soon turns up again, fingers and toes touching as they lie facing each other, fan blowing cool air over their naked bodies, slow blinks, gentle touches and quiet murmurs their only methods of communication.
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Characters: Jean-Eric Vergne, Daniel Ricciardo
Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo/Jean-Eric Vergne
Rating: red flag.
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Jean-Eric always gets antsy before a full moon. It's the middle of the winter break, or the Australian summer, and he's pacing around, itching at his skin, because he can't sit still. Dan is laid out on a sun lounger, perfectly chilled out, half-drunk beer dripping condensation onto the tiles next to him, only Jean-Eric won't sit down or stay still and it's driving him insane. "Jev?" He starts, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. Jean-Eric turns to face him, itches at his shoulder, the muscles in his stomach shifting as he reaches an arm over his head to scratch at his back.
"Sorry." Jean-Eric replies, scowling. "It's only three hours until moon rise." He says, tilting his head sideways. Daniel glances back at the house, knowing that his family have all gone out for the evening, leaving them to their own devices.
"Sit down." Daniel points at the other sun lounger, crawls onto Jean-Eric's lap and sits down, running his nails over Jean-Eric's shoulder blades as Jean-Eric shudders until his touch, Dan's fingers cold from his beer. Jean-Eric sits still for a while then, letting Dan touch him gently. And then they take advantage of the empty house and the tall garden fences and fuck there and then, with Daniel giggling through the afterglow at the irony of doing it doggy-style. Jean-Eric just lies still, finally, watching the sun sink lower in the sky. Then they move, before it's too late to get to the beach, cramming stuff into the car and heading off, and even though the orgasm settled him for a while, he's unsettled again, uncomfortable in his skin and he clambers out of the car as soon as he can, running down onto the beach and leaving his t-shirt crumpled by the car. Daniel laughs, packs it away and digs out a tennis ball to tuck into the pocket of his shorts. He waits, sat on the car, as always, while Jean-Eric changes. It's the one thing Jean-Eric doesn't want Daniel to watch, so he respects that, waits for the wolf to appear, bounding around, rolling in the sand and generally acting like a huge puppy. He loves that Jean-Eric will let him see him like this, and so he jumps down, jogs onto the beach and promptly has Jean-Eric on top of him, having been knocked to the floor. Jean-Eric licks his cheek, tail wagging and brushing against Daniel's knees. "Let me up, come on Fluffy." Jean-Eric yips at his nickname, but clambers off, shakes all the sand loose and then heads for the surf, barking delightedly as he bounces in and out of the water. Daniel whistles, shakes the tennis ball and laughs as Jean-Eric takes off after it, stretching his legs out properly, shaking off the weird feeling he always says he gets just after he's changed. He always claims, when they're dozing the morning after, that he's a wolf, not a dog, yet he'll gladly chase tennis balls and sticks, Dan muses, tugging the ball off him and throwing it again. The night's cooler than the day was, thank god, but he still enjoys a paddle, which quickly becomes a swim when Jean-Eric jumps on him, barking and wagging his tail when Dan stands up and lunges for him, growling at Jean-Eric in a imitation of the noises Jean-Eric makes as he shakes the water from his hair. He doesn't mind though, not when in a few hours time he can slip into the shower alongside a sleepy Jean-Eric and then they can doze away the morning, close but not too close because the heat soon turns up again, fingers and toes touching as they lie facing each other, fan blowing cool air over their naked bodies, slow blinks, gentle touches and quiet murmurs their only methods of communication.
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