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

Dump reporters

The morning went on as always, as did the race. Checo took third place, next to Max and Carlos. They sprayed their champagne like they supposed to before getting into the media tent. There Checo saw it. George with at least five micros stretched into his direction, the thing bordering the Mexican was the hands. He had his Ice vest on, race suit tied around his waist, sunglasses over his eyes. Nobody could see the glaring looks he shot these man, but nothing got passed his gaze.

So didn't the hand that suddenly grabbed Georges wrist. The young driver shrugged back, pulling out of the hold but the Mexican had seen it. Ignoring the calls from his media manager he was next to the Briton. He wasn't tall but he still had the physic of an athlete and it showed, his chest puffed, arms flexing face in a hard expression.

He kept his voice firm but it was clear notherless that they shouldn't mess with him at the moment "Since when are you allowed to touch drivers, I am sure there is a three feet rule around here. I don't know what you are thinking of just grabbing anyone, yet alone an omega like that. Do you want to lose your job." The man seemed to think about challenging the alpha driver, but in he end backed off "No." Sergio huffed "Then I better not see you ever this close to him again."

The security had finally noticed the comossion "What is happening here?" The Mexican answered, obviously sarcasm dripping from his voice "Oh now you are doing you job. This man was grabbing geroge wrist, apart from that he even got close enough to that he isn't allowed to just touch us like that." The Omega now pressed closer to him, having so many alphas in turmoil around him triggered him. A small whine escaped him, but Checo heard it.

The alpha made himself even bigger then before "What is it" His voice soft as he spoke to the other driver "Di he do something else?" But the Briton shook his head "I want to leave." Sergio nodded "Come." He wrapped an arm around the others waist "I hope you are handling this." The security nodded dutifully "Of course, and our apologise." The he could finally walk George away.

In a quiet corner he stopped "George I need to do some interviews first. Is anyone here you fell safe? Your Manager?" The young women had followed the couple silently, looking a bit shook herself. Help came from a surprising end. Lando had popped up next to him with logan "We can take him back." The younger omega cuddled Geroge, after a questioning look at Checo.

The Mexican had nodded, allowing someone else to comfort the omega in distress, but his eyes were fixated on Logan. He technically knew that the American was no treat and he acted more then Georges pup then anything, but he still was an alpha. The blonde recognised the staring, promptly bearing his neck to him, a sign of respect and showing he meant no harm to Geroge or the older alpha. Pleased Checo let go of the Briton allowing the younger alpha to carefully touch the omega.

Happily he watched how Geroge relaxed in the attention from his friends so nodded "Fine you take him, but you better make sure he is safe." Immideatly the American nodded "Of course. We'll bring him to his nest in Mercedes or the pack room. I'll text you when we are there." The blonde knew how to gain points on his trust account with the Mexican. "Alright. Carino, you are gonna be fine. I promise. They will keep you safe." He pulled away more "Okay?" The omega whined a bit but still nodded "Mh." He nestled Landos head "Will you come later?" Checo nodded "Of yours little one, now go."

The group did leave, even though they all were still uneasy and angry. Checo had to give some interviews about the race. Of course he got asked about what happened with the other reported and George but he refused anything, ignoring the pushing questions. After a long time he could finally leave.

As promised Logan had texted him, that Georg was in their nest in the pack room. He also send a picture: Lando and Geroge wrapped around the other sleeping. It relaxed the worried alpha visibly. He still hurried back. Only taking a quick shower in his room, swapping his race gear for team gear. 

In the pack room he found a lot of the pack sitting around a nest. His nest. Actually geroges nest, but he considered his partly his. Fastly he rushed over "What?" But he saw it. Geroge was crying, rubbing, scratching at his skin. Angrily the Mexican snarled at the pack members "Away from him." He others knew better then to talk back, sliding back. Geroge had noticed him, now pushing Lando off of himself too "Checoo." The younger must have scratched off his scent blockers, cause his scent was thick and closer to a thunderstorm then a rainy day in a meadow.

He sank down onto his knees close to the nest "Can I come in?" The Omega didn't answer, only wrapped his rms around his neck pulling him in. With a wobbly voice screeched "I smell like him. Make it go away. I don't want this." His fingers started to dig into his hands, and any naked skin again. Softly Checo caught the long fingers "Hermoso you need to stop scratching. I promise I make it go away. Can you take a shower? That will wash it all of?" But the distressed driver howled "No, I don't want to. It will wash you scent away too and then they will touch me again."

It broke Checos heart a bit, these dumb idiots. He should have punched him. Do you want to take a shower in my room, you can have my products and my clothes. Will that make you feel better?" That stopped the harsh sobs "Really?" He nodded "And I will scent you too. I will make it all go away." The Briton sobbed "Okay." But didn't loosen his grip around the others neck.

Checo didn't mind, carefully he took hold Georgs legs lifting him up. The other was taller then him but his strength still handled it. The pack made more space for them to leave. Fernando pressed a quick kiss onto the youngers hair, giving Checo a long but soft look before returning to sooth Lance. The whole pack was in revolt because and the youngers needed some reassurance.