George Russell x Checo (Sergio)Perez - F1 fanfiction- driverxdriver

New scents

Checo stood on the court with his paddle in hand, waiting for the other drivers, that the Spaniard – Fernando, had told him about, to arrive. He didn't expect logan followed by George even tough he didn't really know why.

His older Spanish speaking friend never really showed interest in the young drivers before..., well before joining Aston Martin. Maybe being forced into spending time with Lance gave the older one a taste for caring for the youngers, or maybe it was the age, maybe he felt a bit more at ease or maybe he just changed his mindset to not needing to win so damn badly.

In the end it didn't matter, what mattered was the fact that the Aston Martin driver smiled softly at the American "Logan, Chico." He hugged the blonde boy "How are you?" The shy driver smiled "Oh, good. I was looking forward to playing Paddle." The American walked over to Sergio, fist bumping him, before standing close to the Spaniard.

George came over as well "Hello." He too got greeted by Fernando with a big smile "George, great to see you." The Briton smiled at Checo "Hey Sergio, I hope you don't mind me joining?" The Mexican smiled back "Of course not, I didn't know who was coming anyways." The taller laughed "Oh, I knew Nando was hiding something." The oldest among them rolled his eyes "I didn't hide anything, and I actually just wanted to give Logan some paddle lessons, so I asked Sergio to help, you invited yourself." The Mercedes driver laughed "Well Alex was busy and couldn't take Logan so I came. I like paddle so it wasn't a problem." The young American groaned "I am not a kid, please, you make me sound like I can't go anywhere alone."

At that Sergio laughed. He had often watched Alex and George fuss over the younger one. And they obviously adopted the American into their little family, without the rookie even knowing it. Fernando smiled at these antics "I could have picked him up. No problem" But Georges face said something else "I am sorry, but you are forbidden to take him anywhere anymore." Fernando gasped "What?" The taller driver explained "The last time you gave him a nightmare with your stories from your early days and Alex was so mad. He forbids me to let Logan drive with you and forbid Logan... what did he tell you?" The young alpha blushed "I am not allowed to be alone with you, without a trustworthy person present."

The Mexican listened to his fellow drivers, starting to pick an interest in the conversation "And who is a trustworthy person?" George looked at him, face serious and eyes firce. If the topic wasn't so ridicules Sergio would have shivered at the power the younger showed "Logan, who is a trustworthy person?" The addressed looked like a kid who was getting lectured by his father "You and Alex, and everyone that has the brains to ask you two and get approved." He looked at the taller with a proud smile.

George nodded "Good, you see Nando. No more driving Logan around until you've proven we can trust you again. But I really don't mind. Alex had a work thing and couldn't take him but he didn't want him to miss out on some fun so here we are." Again, Logan groaned "George, I am not a kid, I sometimes feel like the kid from divorced parents when you say things like that." Fernando laughed at that "You don't worry Chico, they are not divorced. Just because they split up before you were around doesn't mean they don't love you very much." He wrapped an arm around the youngest of the group "Now let me show you what this is all about."

The two of them walked a few steps away from the other drivers, Fernando still a hand on the others back while telling him something. Sergio watched them until George walked over "Sorry, I really didn't mean in to interfere with your plans." Checo smiled warmly, tilting his head a bit upwards "Don't worry, I like paddle and I needed to do some cardio always." He had to supress another laugh "I guess I got invited last minute because you told Nando he couldn't pick up Logan?" The Briton nodded "Yeah, Alex gets really protective and asked if I could take him." The Mexican nodded "But you want to play paddle"? The other smiled "Yes, I play often. Well at least sometimes." Sergio smiled "Then lets go."

It didn't take them long to get sweaty, breathing heavy and muscles aching. Checo had put on some scent patches but with all sweating they didn't work for long, his scent pouring out of him. The driver could smell Fernando's Omega scent along Logans young alpha scent, but there was something else. It was sweeter then Fernando, another younger Omega? But George didn't have any scent normally, he was a Beta. It did bother the Mexican a bit not knowing were that smell came from.

Geroge and Sergio decided to just play some time together until Logan and Fernando were ready to play a double. The teams stayed like they were before – Checo with Geroge against Fernando with Logan.

After a good fight George and his team won by a few points. In his joy the Mexican hugged the taller driver exuberated. Geroge tensed for a second but allowed the soft touch. Just then Sergio realized that must have been the first time he got to smell George. He smelled like leather and tea but to his Suprise like a sweet vanilla tea. Geroge was an Omega. Not a beta like he always thought. The Briton must be wearing seatblockers when he was in the paddock. The bigger surprise was how much he liked the smell. He had to hold his inner alpha back, before he would take a bigger sniff from the others neck.

Carefully the RedBull driver let go off the Briton, stepping back "Sorry, I should have asked before touching you." George still seemed a bit overwhelmed "Uh, yeah, no worries." This time the eyes of the younger driver were softer than before, and Sergio maybe looked a bit longer into them.

The moment got interrupted by the blonde American throwing himself in his friends' arms "Geroge, you did so good." The tension left the Briton body "Logie, you were great too. Fernando taught you well." The Spaniard smiled at the compliment "It wasn't hard, he has some talent." Sergio could see the slight blush on Logans face "Interesting" he thought. Fernando did have an afterthought when he invited Logan to play.

The group left the court chatting, making plans for maybe another game before splitting up. Geroge had promised Alex to meet up after their game so Logan could tell him all about it. Fernando smiled at that before inviting Checo for a drink. 

After a needed shower the too Spanish speaking drivers sat at a table in the sports club restaurant. They stayed silent until both got a long sip from their ordered drinks. Sergio had a smug smile on his lips asking "So, Logan? I didn't know you had a thing for young blonde alphas?" The older one looked offended "Disculpe?" (excuse me) But Sergio didn't budge "I saw the gazes my friend, isn't he a bit young for you? And a bit to American?" The Spaniard rolled his eyes "I already had that talk with Lance, I didn't plan on adopting another gridkid, and I am not going to act on it, at least I am not gonna do anything he doesn't want, or do anything until I am 100% sure he has some interest too." Then it was the Aston Martin drivers turn to ask "I saw you with George, hugging, what happened? Saw a ghost?"

The Mexican thought back to his new discovery "Geroge is an Omega." His words sounded silly to himself, what did it matter, why did even care? But he did, without an explanation, he cared. His friend frowned "Okay?" Sergio huffed "I don't know, I always thought he was a beta and he and Alex were just friends and... Uh... I don't know it feels weird now." The older smiled warmly "Oh Checo, he and Alex are just friends. Alex is a beta and is haply courting a professional golfer." He took another sip "And I knew George was an Omega, but I also know that he hides his scent a lot because he struggled with some things in F2." They looked into the distance "Just don't make it weird, he is Geroge, and will always be George."

Sergio nodded, he needed to think about it. A last sentence slipped out "But he smelled so good, I didn't expect him to smell so good." At that Fernando stopped, his bottle in the air "He did?" The Mexican nodded "Yeah, like nice leather, and sweet vanilla tea." The other driver smiled softly "You will figure it out."

The rest of the evening they talked about other stuff, life, racing. The next time Checo got the time to think about the tall Briton he was on a plane to a long-needed vacation.