The Club Can't Handle Us
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo/Jean-Eric Vergne
Rating: black flag.
Summary: They're drunk in a club after Brazil 2012. For motorskink.
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They're drunk. That much is obvious, but it's ok because its Sunday night in Brazil and the season is over. Dan is dancing, well, trying to, but Jean-Eric doesn't mind how bad he is, not when Dan is laughing, head flung back against Jean-Eric's shoulder, arse rubbing up against his cock. And they can get away with it. Nobody really cares about them, not when they're drunk, not when there's a three-time world champion also in the club to congratulate. And so Jean-Eric encourages it, hands sliding around Dan's hips to keep him in rhythm. He mouths at Dan's neck, just a hint of teeth biting down, grinning as Dan shudders, arms flying back to keep Jean-Eric as close as he possibly can. When Jean-Eric turns Dan around, he moans at the sight of Dan's face, even under the dimmed lights of the club, he can see the flush rising in Dan's cheeks, the teeth clamped down on his bottom lip.
His self-restraint doesn't last much longer than that. There's a deserted bathroom upstairs, and Dan looks even better in the brighter lights of the bathroom. Jean-Eric kisses him, biting down on his bottom lip, licking into his mouth as Dan moans, hands groping at Jean-Eric's arse, pulling him closer. Jean-Eric pushes him into the wall, pining him still as Dan gasps for breath, eyes flickering open. "God. You look so sexy." Jean-Eric pants, watches Dan's eyelids flutter at the sound of his voice, how its deepened, roughened, how his accent has deepened.
"Please." Dan moans, tries to move his hips even though Jean-Eric has his hands wrapped around them, keeping him from moving. But that doesn't stop Jean-Eric moving his own body against Dan's, rubbing their cocks together in their jeans. Dan groans, hands wrapping around Jean-Eric's shoulders.
"If we weren't here-" Jean-Eric starts, finding a slow rhythm that rubs the whole length of their cocks together, "-I would be on my knees, and you would have your cock out, and I would suck it, lick it. Bite a bruise right here." He digs his fingers into Dan's hip. Dan's struggling to keep his eyes open, watching Jean-Eric's mouth as the words pour out. "Only right now, I want to make you come like this." He continues, kisses Dan again, nuzzles his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse, bites down over it, sucking like he wants to do to Dan's cock.
Only he likes this just as much, feeling their cocks rub together. It's wonderful even through the layers of their clothing, and he wriggles a hand between their bodies to properly feel Dan's cock, rub his fingers around the head and moans as Dan whimpers, his head falling back against the wall. "Wish I could turn you round and fuck you, you would be tight around my cock and you would moan so pretty, wouldn't you?" Jean-Eric continues, mouths at Dan's jaw, bites again at his neck, feeling Dan's breath stutter.
"Jean-" He gasps, opens his eyes to stare at Jean-Eric, and groans when Jean-Eric stops pining his hips still and encourages him to move against him.
"Dan." Jean-Eric leans forward and murmurs in Dan's ear, switches to French because he knows perfectly well that it does things for Dan, even if he can't understand it. "I want to fuck you open, right here, let everyone hear you, let everyone hear how much you like taking up the arse, how much you like my cock inside you-"
"Your voice-" Dan groans, and cries out when he comes and Jean-Eric keeps moving, feeling come soak through Dan's jeans when he moves his hand to keep up the stimulation that he knows will have Dan shuddering helplessly, beautiful sounds pouring out from between bitten red lips.
Jean-Eric holds off, stops moving until Dan's finished coming, relaxing back into the wall, and then he begins moving again, rubbing his achingly hard cock against Dan's oversensitive cock, and its Dan's helpless, overwhelmed whimpers that make him come, burying his face into the crook of Dan's neck, biting down as Dan shudders again.
"Ew." Dan mutters, when Jean-Eric steps back on wobbly legs. He tugs at his sticky pants, grimacing.
"You love it." Jean-Eric smirks and Dan groans audibly at the expression on his face, grabs his wrist and tugs him after him.
"Hotel. Now."
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Rating: black flag.
Summary: They're drunk in a club after Brazil 2012. For motorskink.
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They're drunk. That much is obvious, but it's ok because its Sunday night in Brazil and the season is over. Dan is dancing, well, trying to, but Jean-Eric doesn't mind how bad he is, not when Dan is laughing, head flung back against Jean-Eric's shoulder, arse rubbing up against his cock. And they can get away with it. Nobody really cares about them, not when they're drunk, not when there's a three-time world champion also in the club to congratulate. And so Jean-Eric encourages it, hands sliding around Dan's hips to keep him in rhythm. He mouths at Dan's neck, just a hint of teeth biting down, grinning as Dan shudders, arms flying back to keep Jean-Eric as close as he possibly can. When Jean-Eric turns Dan around, he moans at the sight of Dan's face, even under the dimmed lights of the club, he can see the flush rising in Dan's cheeks, the teeth clamped down on his bottom lip.
His self-restraint doesn't last much longer than that. There's a deserted bathroom upstairs, and Dan looks even better in the brighter lights of the bathroom. Jean-Eric kisses him, biting down on his bottom lip, licking into his mouth as Dan moans, hands groping at Jean-Eric's arse, pulling him closer. Jean-Eric pushes him into the wall, pining him still as Dan gasps for breath, eyes flickering open. "God. You look so sexy." Jean-Eric pants, watches Dan's eyelids flutter at the sound of his voice, how its deepened, roughened, how his accent has deepened.
"Please." Dan moans, tries to move his hips even though Jean-Eric has his hands wrapped around them, keeping him from moving. But that doesn't stop Jean-Eric moving his own body against Dan's, rubbing their cocks together in their jeans. Dan groans, hands wrapping around Jean-Eric's shoulders.
"If we weren't here-" Jean-Eric starts, finding a slow rhythm that rubs the whole length of their cocks together, "-I would be on my knees, and you would have your cock out, and I would suck it, lick it. Bite a bruise right here." He digs his fingers into Dan's hip. Dan's struggling to keep his eyes open, watching Jean-Eric's mouth as the words pour out. "Only right now, I want to make you come like this." He continues, kisses Dan again, nuzzles his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse, bites down over it, sucking like he wants to do to Dan's cock.
Only he likes this just as much, feeling their cocks rub together. It's wonderful even through the layers of their clothing, and he wriggles a hand between their bodies to properly feel Dan's cock, rub his fingers around the head and moans as Dan whimpers, his head falling back against the wall. "Wish I could turn you round and fuck you, you would be tight around my cock and you would moan so pretty, wouldn't you?" Jean-Eric continues, mouths at Dan's jaw, bites again at his neck, feeling Dan's breath stutter.
"Jean-" He gasps, opens his eyes to stare at Jean-Eric, and groans when Jean-Eric stops pining his hips still and encourages him to move against him.
"Dan." Jean-Eric leans forward and murmurs in Dan's ear, switches to French because he knows perfectly well that it does things for Dan, even if he can't understand it. "I want to fuck you open, right here, let everyone hear you, let everyone hear how much you like taking up the arse, how much you like my cock inside you-"
"Your voice-" Dan groans, and cries out when he comes and Jean-Eric keeps moving, feeling come soak through Dan's jeans when he moves his hand to keep up the stimulation that he knows will have Dan shuddering helplessly, beautiful sounds pouring out from between bitten red lips.
Jean-Eric holds off, stops moving until Dan's finished coming, relaxing back into the wall, and then he begins moving again, rubbing his achingly hard cock against Dan's oversensitive cock, and its Dan's helpless, overwhelmed whimpers that make him come, burying his face into the crook of Dan's neck, biting down as Dan shudders again.
"Ew." Dan mutters, when Jean-Eric steps back on wobbly legs. He tugs at his sticky pants, grimacing.
"You love it." Jean-Eric smirks and Dan groans audibly at the expression on his face, grabs his wrist and tugs him after him.
"Hotel. Now."
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