Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Oscar Piastri [64]

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[64]- "I am not wearing any underwear. Though you would like to know."
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And with crossing the finish line after the 19 laps of the Qatar sprint race Oscar crowns himself a race winner. At least the winner of a sprint race. To say I am proud would be an understatement. From week to week, I am more impressed with how Oscar adjusts to F1 and his McLaren after being out of the business for roughly a year. Not driving on a competitive level didn't hurt his talent at all and even though the season isn't even finished yet he archived something others need years for.

With a proud smile on my lips, I wait for Oscar to finish getting his trophy, taking the required pictures with Lando and Max before he comes over to his physio and me. He is greeted with hugs, and I wait more or less patiently until he comes over to me.

"Hey, champ." I grin and can see how Oscar is blushing softly. "It's just the sprint race." He shrugs his shoulders like it is nothing too important that he managed to get first place in this short race.

"Still a win and now smile for me." I say and there is a soft smile on Oscar's lips when I pull him into a tight hug, not letting go of him because I want him to feel loved for his achievements.

"You're doing great, and I am proud of you." These are words that are just for him, and I and I can feel how Oscar tightens the hug before he mutters a "Thank you."

I whisper my next words into his ear, careful that no one else hears them because it could cause a slight scandal. "I am not wearing any underwear." A kiss is pressed onto Oscar's cheek before I smile at him and add a „Thought you would like to know."

There is a soft blush on Oscar's cheeks, only visible to me while others will think it is just because of the heat. "You're a beast." Oscar sights, mind probably wandering to everything but racing right now and I need to hold back a giggle.

"You know I have to do media stuff now." Oscar groans and I know he hates the fact that we can't sneak away now and that it will take way too much time until we will be alone.

"See you in the hotel I guess." I chirp and turn around with a wave of my hand because I don't want to wait for Oscar to finish his media duties. Plus, I don't want to risk getting caught being intimate with him at the track, preferring the privacy of a hotel room and I know no matter how much he would like to drag me to a private room right now he prefers being all alone with me.

Back in the hotel I almost shiver a bit since the AC made it much colder inside of here than it is outside right now. I turn the temperature a bit up, knowing it is not good to go from hot to cold too quickly hoping it doesn't affect Oscar too much when he is coming back. He probably cooled down a bit after the sprint race, but it is still better to be careful.

I decide to run myself and maybe Oscar when he returns soon a bath. Choosing a nice scent before dipping myself into the hot water. Sighing when I feel my muscles relax and I lean beach with closed eyes until I hear the front door open.

"Darling?" Oscar yells with a questioning tone. „Where are you?" He asks, confused as to why he doesn't see me in the room when I clearly told him I would wait here for him.

"Bathroom." I inform him and the door opens, Oscar sticks his head inside and enters fully when he spots me in the bathtub. He looks exhausted and I am glad that he is back in the hotel now and can rest before the full race distance he is going to take tomorrow.

"Some space for me left?" Oscar asks, already getting rid of his shirt before I even manage to answer. "Always." He drops the rest of his clothes and I scoot a bit forward in the bathtub so that he can sit behind me, making me lean against his chest with my back.

"You look exhausted." I speak up, he looks a bit pale, letting the dark circles under his eyes pop up even more than usual.

"It was a hard race. Way too humid." Oscar hums, head placed on my shoulder with a sigh before he wraps his arms around me.

"Hopefully it will not affect you too much tomorrow." I worry, knowing that the drivers need to be at a hundred percent with a race in conditions like this. The car is already hot and with these more than warm conditions and the humid climate, some of them might struggle.

"Hm, we will see." Oscar just mumbles, before switching the topic of the conversation.

"You know what I was thinking about the whole time?" He asks me, trailing his fingers over my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"Your trophy?" I guess, even though I know exactly what he was thinking about when I left the track.

"Good try, but rather about what you told me." Oscar chuckles and I grin, asking him a question I already know the answer to „Liked it?"

"Probably a bit too much for post-race duties." He says and I turn around so that I can face him.

"I am sorry." I say, fingers brushing over his cheek, making him laugh softly. "You're not." He is right, I am not a bit sorry for what I have said earlier.

"Making it up to you if you aren't too tired." I mutter lips brushing over his for just a moment, before pulling back again.

"I am never too tired for you." Oscar smiles and pulls me down into a real kiss. Not letting me pull back and I don't want to, loving the feeling of his lips on mine. Fingers start wandering and this evening is just about Oscar.

I let the tips of my fingers brush over his skin, reach points where he sighs against my lips, and tighten his grip around me, only pulling me closer. Stimulating his nipples makes him gasp for air and I connect my lips to his neck to tease his sensitive skin. Wandering deep with my hands I reach his lower abdomen, ignore his middle, and let my fingertips wander over his inner tights.

Oscar growls lowly and I know he hates being teased, but sometimes I sprinkle some of it into foreplay. I decide to not make him wait any longer, wrap my fingers around his length, and stroke it for the first time. His head leans back, eyes closed, and he just concentrates himself on my movements.

I know what he likes the most, so it doesn't take long for him to start lifting his hips, getting more out of my touch while I twist my wrist from time to time to change the pleasure a bit. Thumb stroking over his tip, making Oscar moan and I love to watch him when he lets himself fully relax, not taking over and just feeling what I am doing with him.

His length twitches between my fingers and I lean down to kiss Oscar, loving the feeling of him moaning softly against my lips while comes to his orgasm. It takes a moment for him to calm down again and when he lets his eyes flutter open again, I can see how tired he looks.

We don't stay in the bathtub for much longer, quickly rinsing us off in the shower before making our way to bed, ready to rest to be prepared for the challenging race tomorrow.