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

Plane ride

The group of a few drivers were gathering on the jet, ready to leave to the rented villa for some down time. Sergio and Max were sitting next to each other across from Charles and Carlos. Only a few seconds later the next team arrived, loudly talking Lando and Oscar walked in "Hellooooo." The two younger drivers brought more new faces with them – George and Alex which had Logan in their middle. Seeing the tall Briton again brought the confusing feelings back. As the group sat down two last people joined the plane – Fernando followed by Daniel.

It took them some time to settle down, but they managed, and the plane took off. The Mexican secretly let his eyes wonder to the omegas in the next seating group. George, Lando, Charles and Fernando, were buried under multiple blankets even though the jet already had his heating system on. It always fascinated Checo how they seem to need so much more warmth than Alphas or Betas. Again, his gaze stopped at the tall Briton. Snuggled up in a dark blue blanket, still sunglasses on, his delicate features relaxed and content.

The man didn't notice his staring until his teammate shook him playfully "Dude, you good?" The Mexican twitched surprised "Uh, yeah." But his friend clearly didn't believe him "Then why are you staring at George like he is the box of Pandora?" A slight blush appeared under his freckles "Oh, I..." The Dutch frowned "Something happened?" Checo shook his head certainly "No, It's just that... its stupid, but I didn't know George was an Omega and when I played Paddle with him, Logan and Nando I smelled him for the first time now I can't figure out what's bordering me since then." His College looked at him for a second, a second to long "Okay, is it that you have a problem with him being an Omega?"

Checo stilled in his movement "What? No. Of course not. I don't care at all. It's not that kind of bordering. But I just feel like... I don't know. Like I want to look at him and find something, something that's not there?" Max huffed "Okay, your maybe insane? I don't know. Just try and stop staring it's not polite." The black haired nodded "You are right. I'll stop." So, he stopped and rather put on his headphones so he could get some sleep.

The moment he woke up he smelled it – leather and sweet tee. Still half asleep he took a few sniffs but something in his head went off making his body jolt awake fully. When he was sat up completely his eyes stared in big, greenish blue once. The Mercedes driver was clearly startled by his sudden movements. The brows knit together; lips pressed together. Promptly Sergios body flared down, stressed he tried to calm his pheromones down too "Sorry, I don't know what happened." The younger still stared at him, with these big eyes. And Checo got lost again. George was beautiful. Big doe eyes, soft face, pink lips and the brown hair that could fall into his forehead on an unruly day.

The British accent was thicker when the Omega answered, "It's okay, we switched seats when you were asleep, I should have seen it coming." A slight smile appeared "I hope you don't mind." Checo smoothed back some hair strands "Of course not, I always enjoy your company." That made the smile on the others face bigger "Oh, thank you Checo." The Mexican pulled his headphones off completely, backing them back into his bag "So, where are we?"

George wrapped his blanket over his lap again "Nearly there actually, somewhere over the Swiss alps I think." The older nodded "Okay great, I really need to stretch my legs." The other driver smiled softly "Oh yeah, I understand that's actually why I switched, since the others left you, I thought I could use the extra leg space." Sergio nodded, he forgot that the Briton was taller than him by quite a bit "Right, so where are the others?" He couldn't spot Max nor Daniel. And now that he thought about Charles, Logan and Alex neither. Only the two McLaren driver slept silently cuddled into each other in the other seating group.

The Brit smirked "Oh they wanted to take a pack cuddle nap in the bed in the back." The little twitch of Georgs lips didn't go unnoticed "And you didn't want to?" The younger suddenly returned the intense eye contact "I didn't want to leave you all alone." Promptly a guilty feeing filled the Mexican stomached "Oh no George if you want you can go cuddle with them, I am sorry I held you back. I know pack cuddles are really important and Omegas need more physical attention then alphas. Really, I'll be okay." The other man seamed to consider the offer for a second "No thank you, I prefer staying here. It's pretty crowded anyways." It was silent for a moment before he continued "I don't like it when there are too many people in a nest, it makes me feel a bit anxious, like I can't leave. It stupid but I just can't get over it."

Checo nodded slowly "I am sorry, you must have had a bad experience with that. I can give you some space so can nest here if you want." But the brunette shook his head no "I like sitting with you, and my blanket is enough." The Mexican smiled at the subliminally compliment "I like it too and it's a great blanket. It looks really soft." The comment made George smile warmly.

Softly he held out a corner of it towards the Redbull driver "Wanna feel it, its so soft as it looks." Checo knew that this was an intimate thing to be offered. Touching a presumably nesting material was something not all Omegas would offer, especially something that was so important to them. He gave the younger a testing gaze "Are you sure about that?" But the other nodded hurried "Yes." So, he did as requested and George was right. The material was soft, warm, pleasant under his rough fingers "You are right, its really soft. The colour suits you as well." He didn't regret the last part, because the Briton immediately blushed "Thank you Checo, that's sweet of you." He returned the bright smile "Your welcome George."

He still caressed the corner of the blanket when the other pack members stumbled out from the back. All of them still obviously a bit in their dream world, dishevelled hair and clothes, a bit shaky on their legs. When they all were sat down again Max completely destroyed the cozy mood surrounding Checo and George "What are you two smelling so pleased about?" all eyes fell onto them. Checo huffed out "George showed me his blanket and its really soft, its really great. Best one I had till now." The blush on the youngers face deepened "I...I got it from my parents before I left for the season." The Dutch marvelled the couple a bit "Alright. That's great." Alex in the other seating group tuned in "You felt it?" Checo carefully showed him the corner in his hands "Yeah?" That earned him a long and unreadable gaze from the Tai.

The mood was more tense but broken by the announcement that they would land in a bit. Checo let go of the blanket, feeling like he made a mistake, George carefully pulled it back to his body hoping a bit of the spicy scent of the older would cling to it.

When they could finally leave the little plane Checo got up, automatically holding out a hand for the omega, who took it smelling rather impressed by the gesture "Thank you." As soon as he stood, he towered Checo again, slightly smiling down on him before leaving the cabin. Checo stayed back helping Fernando with his stuff as well. The oldest Omega pinched his cheek lovingly "You did good Hijo." The younger alpha rumbled happily, feeling proud.