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

Fernando

The walk didn't last long, but when they walked back in the garden all the others where there, a stack of empty plates on the ground. Fernando spotted the couple walking promptly rushing over, so he could fuss over the younger "Where were you? Without telling me?" Checo found it sweet how the older omega had such a soft side to his daily grumpy character "We were on a walk. George didn't want to walk alone, and I was to keep him company." The Spaniard gave him a dirty look "okay, and why? You never did that before." Checo frowned a bit "Yeah because I never had the chance. I enjoy Georges company." But Fernando still looked like he bit in to a lemon "George I don't want you leaving with alphas when you didn't tell me."

The pang of hurt hit Checo deep-real deep. What did Fernando think would happen? Did he really meant it like that? Geroge had sensed his confused feelings "Ferando, Checo was with me and you know him he would defend me against any danger." The Mexican decided that that was what Fernando meant, for the peace of the pack. So he smiled and agreed "I would without a second thought. Now if you excuse me, I need to change."

Geroge pulled away from Fernando as well "Wait for me, I need something airier too." So the couple stepped back into the kitchen and to their rooms together. When they reached Georges room the Mexican smiled softly "I had a great time walking with you, thank you for letting me join." The younger smiled happily "Me too, maybe we could do it again sometime." Checo agreed and they separated ways.

As soon as Sergio was redressed, he walked back into the kitchen settling down next to Daniel listening into the conversation they were having. It was some funny story about a video Max, Daniel, Yuki and Sergio had to do for the Redbull racing social media team.

When George walked in he wore a bright red shirt, he stopped Infront of Charles in the middle of the living room "I know you said you don't like this shirt, but I thought I could totally pull it off" The Ferrari driver clearly out of words just looked at the other in his team colours.

In all the confusion Checo grumbled a quiet "Please do" He hated to see that colour on the Briton. The meant had heard him anyways "What" Now it was Checo who blushed, luckily his tan hid it pretty well. He already wanted to deescalate the situation when Daniel tuned in "He said you should please take your shirt off but I'd prefer if you don't..." But George didn't listen anymore, in a swift movement he had pulled the shirt off, his eyes fixated on the Mexican.

Now the blush was noticeable, as the other stared at the all the naked skin and scent assaulting his scenes. To his luck George of course looked like he had been training for a bathing shorts photoshoot, ripped, tanned and confident in his looks. The smirk playing on his face clearly indicating he could see the blush. Teasing him some more, the omega leaned against the door frame, one arm up showing how tall he really was. Checo was too busy staring, thanking the gods that he put on a scent patch so the whole room wouldn't get heavy with his arousal.

Sadly, Fernando and Lando came in. The younger howled "Geroge, we said no more topless pictures for Instagram." Fernando on the other hand frowned "Geroge, put a shirt on you will get cold." Max laughed at the two new arrivals "Oh no he is not taking pictured but Checo would surely love that." The addressed pulled his head out of the trance just shrugging "Who wouldn't, he looks good I won't deny that." Now George blushed heavily mumbling "Thank you." The Redbull driver smiled "Your welcome bonito" Fernando still waved them away "Enough flirting, go put on a shirt." Now the Briton followed the instruction leaving the room.

Fernando gave Checo an annoyed look "Sergio." The man could smell the slight tense scent "Sorry?" The Spaniard breathed heavily "Just... Don't play around with him." That hurt the Mexican slightly "Did I ever?" Even the fact that Fernando fell silent didn't change the now complete soured scent. Checo huffed "Yeah, right." He turned to leave, only to turn in the door "I hoped you thought better of me." Then he walked out of the house. He needed a second without all the judging. A minuet to still his thoughts spiralling.

The walk cleared his mind, but still left a sour after taste. He had felt save, loved by Fernando as the oldest Omega and the pack and now he wanted to leave just feeling the judgement on him. He knew he overacted, but his head fed him more and more harsh memories and fearful premonitions. At some point he went back to the house but couldn't get himself to walk back so he made a new plan.

The city centre was a few walking minutes away. He had the most important things with him his phone and wallet so he just walked into the next hotel. The young women on the front desk smiled at him "Welcome how can I help?" The racing driver smiled back "I was wondering if you have a room for me available, just for the night?" The employee looked down on her screen "Just a second, let me check. All right, we have a room available. For yourself, one night?" He nodded "Yes, please. I'd like to pay now as well." The women nodded. So he paid, got a room key and the checkout time for the next day.

The room was neat. Filled with a bed, a nightstand and not much more. The bathroom was the same. It wasn't much but it gave him some comfort. Slowly he took out his phone opening the group chat with all the drivers in the house.

Housegang

MMoD: I am going to stay somewhere else for the night, will be back tomorrow.

Then he muted the chat, not wanting to read all the messages. A bit more calmed he turned on the Tv, to have a back noise, but his head was still thinking about the last days.

Housegang

Nando: What? Why?

Dutch Lion: No! You will come back home

Dutch Lion: Checo?!?!?!

Dany Avocado: Come on Mate, come back.

America: Is it because of this morning?

Most British Brit: Checo, please. I am sorry.

Dutch Lion: CHECO!!!!!!!!

Nando: Gilipollas Vuelve

Smooth Operator: nando cursing at him wont make it better.

Smooth operator: lo lamentamos

Dany Avocado: Sorry, I didn't want this to end like that

Fake blonde: Checo

But the Mexican didn't read any of it. He felt hurt, questioning himself. He couldn't remember giving Fernando a reason to judge him like that. He was respectful and tried his best. Did the other drivers thought so too. Would George fell like this now too.

The painful pull at his heart accompanied him till late in the night. At some point the other had texted him privately, tried calling him but he had put his phone under one of the pillows anyway. The sleep that night was short and hunted by bad dreams, so he checked out early. His still didn't check his phone a single time when he walked back. And the messages were still unread when he saw the house again.