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DNF
I stared at the screen in front of me, my hands fidgeting. I was anxious. It was pouring with rain and the drivers were sliding around, desperate for grip on the drenched track.
Behind me, I heard the team radio calling the drivers into the pit lane; engineers were running around with tyres in hand. Full wets.
A few moments later, George's car was pulling up to the Mercedes garage and he was out again almost immediately. Yes. A quick stop! Lewis followed soon after. Two smooth stops.
My attention was glued back to the screen even though cars were flying in and out of the pits. The rain was battering the track and the wind made it hard to hear. But George was P3. He was going to get a podium!
And then he lost control. The back end spun as he placed the car just a millimetre too wide at turn 3. You could see him try to correct it as if it was in slow motion, but there was no grip. He crashed into the barrier.
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"There was only 4 laps left and I just threw it all away." George's voice rang through the Mercedes garage.
"George, you didn't do it on purpose." I offered a small smile as I looked up to him. He didn't meet my gaze.
"It was my fault," he replied, shaking his head.
"There was no grip!" I raised my voice a bit, trying to convince him that it wasn't his fault.
"I have to go and talk to the media. I'll be back," he said, and he strode away. I sighed to myself. He always got so self-critical and it was always hard to bring him back around.
After media and the debrief, we drove back to the hotel, the car filled with silence. I placed my hand on his knee, but I didn't receive a response. He was in his own head.
We headed to the 24th floor, the lift now filled with silence. I was thinking of the right words. But as we entered the room, he immediately slumped onto the bed and lowered his head into his hands. He let out a groan.
"Are you okay, G?" I asked, moving cautiously towards him. He slowly lifted his head and let a weak smile appear for a few seconds.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't make many mistakes and it was just one of those days. Choose to learn from it." I said, hoping he would take my words well. He let his eyes meet mine and chuckled slightly.
"How do you do that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Do what?" I asked.
"You always know what to say."
I smiled. He opened his arms.
"Come here. I need you right now." he said convincingly. But he didn't need to tell me twice.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he sank backwards onto the bed, so I was lay on top but our feet were hanging off the bed. I listened to his heartbeat for a few moments.
"Monza. A podium will come in Monza," I said. He thought on my words for a moment or two before he replied.
"There are so many more things we could be doing right now, instead of talking about work." His voice was low.
"Oh yeah? And what could we be doing?" I smirked, trying to make my voice innocent at the same time.
"Well, I'm not feeling great right now."
"So we should go to bed? That's what you're saying?"
"I'm saying...DNFs don't make me feel good...and I need cheering up." I could practically feel the smirk on his face without even having to look up at him.
I lifted the upper part of my body and shuffled my legs so I was straddling him.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, completely hiding my smirk. I smiled innocently, surveying his face. His eyes were hungry and his hands were caressing my thighs.
"I think you know..." he trailed off, his eyes also trailing down my body. I moved myself backwards slightly and rested my hand on his lower region.
"Is this okay?" I asked, still smiling innocently.
"More than okay," he nodded.
Taking the green light, I unzipped his jeans slowly, making sure I took my time. I rubbed hand my hand back and forth before uncovering his hard-on. I kept stroking, waiting for him to respond.
"Please," he moaned.
"What?" I asked, my smile growing.
"You know exactly what you're doing," he murmured. And I did. I loved taking my time, just to tease him. But I had to give in.
I lowered my head and began sucking lightly. A soft moan left his lips, encouraging me to continue. Back and forth. Back and forth. I took it deeper and deeper. He got louder and louder. He was grabbing onto my left thigh and his other hand was pulling my hair, showing me how much he was loving this. I looked up slightly and noticed his eyes were shut, but his face was so beautiful - mouth parted slightly as his blissful moans filled the room. No more silence, I guess.
A few moments later, he let out a loud gasp as he finished in my mouth. I swallowed and he watched me. That was his favourite part.
"Maybe I should DNF more often," he joked, flashing a wide smile from beneath me.
