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Arvid was sure it started there.
During all the pre-season media duties. All the interviews, all the TikToks, all the moments where him and Liam were facing one another, talking, smiling, looking. Being part of the first batch of teams to have their season launch was a surefire way to attract attention, and thus there were more pictures to pose for, people to give practiced answers to, and more times where he had to catch himself before doing or saying anything that would make the PR people frown at him.
Everything was new to Arvid. The seat. The atmosphere. The expectations. It was normal, right? To feel like he was being watched. To feel like he was being judged for everything he did. Well, he knew he was. Looking towards all the cameras and the eyes pointed towards him, all of them unmoving, all of them unfeeling—it brought a queasiness he couldn’t immediately shake off until he knew the cameras would cut and everyone would move on to whatever they needed to do next.
Through it all, he’s picked up on the fact that there was already a rhythm between him and Liam. He was expecting the first few interactions between them to be a little tense, but it’s like they clicked instantly. He didn’t need to laugh when it felt right to. Didn’t need to pretend like he was listening. He was doing all of that and more. He’s even managed to have a little back-and-forth with the New Zealander, much to the delight of one of the people they were being interviewed by.
It’s just that, there was something else about Liam that intrigued him. He was always so confident, so smooth, so mellow. And the guy was annoyingly so easy on the eyes. He wasn’t aware of how much he was staring when they went on-stage for the livery reveal, and he was regretting everything when he came across video after video after video of him staring at Liam like the New Zealander carved the moon and hung the stars.
He chalked it up to fascination. Over his more-experienced teammate and what he could learn from him. It’s not like he was admiring how Liam’s lips moved around the words he was speaking or seeing how his face seemed to light up whenever he would see Arvid or freaking out over how Liam said he got lost in the Briton’s eyes and made his stomach flip and his chest buzz all at the same fucking time.
The more he was around the blonde, the more he found himself letting his eyes linger for a second too long. First, during shakedown week. Then during pre-season testing. Melbourne was when people started to notice this staring thing. When seeing him on the paddock. When they were on the fan-stage. When filming whatever the social media admins ask of them. When passing by his driver’s room. And when they were in the garage about to get into the cars. Some might even say he was ogling Liam.
The buzz of the fans on the grandstand was loud in his ears as the grid boarded the truck for the driver’s parade.
“All good?” Arvid feels a nudge into his side, and he turns to see Isack, Liam’s former teammate, now clad in Red Bull wear, smiling at him.
“Yeah, yeah. Just, everything’s so new.”
“I get that. Just enjoy it.”
Isack gets whisked away by Kimi and Gabi, and soon they were waving towards everyone in the grandstands.
Just before getting off, Isack is by his side again. “Did Liam do something?”
“Hmm?”
“Liam. You are… staring at him. Sometimes.”
Arvid pretends like that’s never happened. “No, no, it’s nothing.”
Isack’s tone is passive. “Okay.”
It’s never brought up again, thankfully. Or maybe they’re whispering about it behind his back. He pretends it isn’t bothering him. Yet another barrage of videos infiltrate his social media and wow, he really was staring. Love eyes and all.
In Shanghai, it’s only when he realized he’s stared at how Liam’s ass looked in his race suit did he realize that this wasn’t fascination. No, this was something else.
“Hey, Arvid.” And before he realizes it, Liam was now standing in front of him.
“Hey!” He says, sounding a little too excited when in reality he was just shocked. He closes the door of his driver’s room behind him.
Liam chuckles at him. “Did I scare you?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” He pats his shoulder to apologize. Arvid feels the area where Liam’s hand just was buzz after the other pulls away. “Let’s go?”
Arvid hums in approval as he nods, and his chest swells when Liam smiles at him again.
Before the first free practice in Suzuka, he’s told to fetch Liam some papers he knows nothing about and walks into the New Zealander’s room to see him changing shirts, his unzipped race suit hanging teasingly around his hips, and it flusters Arvid so much to the point that he rubbed one out in the confines of his own driver’s room.
He swears to let no one know about all of this.
But it seemed like Liam knew. Not about the wanking, no. About whatever Arvid was feeling towards him. And he doesn’t seemed fazed by it. If anything, he would do something that would have the rookie questioning if there was something more behind his actions. Once, he accidentally called the Briton Arvie and the social media admins liked it so much that it became a thing. Like, Liam would actually call him that, both on and off camera.
Yet no one said anything. No one dared to specify what the relationship between them was. At worst, they were friends. On the other side of the spectrum, though, it’s remained undefined.
So yeah. Arvid has an unexplainable want for his teammate.
~~~
The buzz of the club music had long stopped ringing in Arvid’s ribs, and he was very aware of that right now.
He was just supposed to drop off some takeout he got for the New Zealander. Liam had entrusted the keycard to his hotel room at the club and Arvid didn’t think twice—just entered quietly into a space he was truly unfamiliar with.
All the lights were off. Liam’s luggage lay open yet disturbed by the floor, and it was silent. Except…
“Arvie…”
Arvid starts to feel nervous. Why was Liam calling for him? He thinks to say something, but somehow he doesn’t.
He turns the corner, and the whole room comes into view.
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
“Hah…” Liam’s moans were slightly muffled, face buried deep in the pillows. “Fuck, too good…”
Arvid literally stops. He might’ve dropped the plastic bag full of food if he didn’t stop himself.
The silence stretches.
Was it too late to back off? To go about the rest of the season and pretend like this wasn't what Arvid's been fantasizing about in the silence of his driver's room? To try and erase the sight of Liam, half-naked on his hands and knees, fucking himself with a dildo while hearing his accented voice curl around his name in a way that made Arvid feel absolutely feral?
“Fuck… Mnh-”
The Briton feels himself twitch, and his pants started to grow tighter as he watched. He sees Liam’s toes curl as the New Zealander angles his hand to thrust the dildo in differently. The blonde’s back arches as the arm holding his torso up buckles, and it looks like he found his prostate. The scene was so lewd and so pornographic it was almost too much to witness.
“Ah! Fuck, fuck- there! There… Arvie…”
He tries to gulp, but his throat makes this sound that was almost a hum.
Liam stops. He doesn’t shift his position, but he stops moving. Shaking. Moaning. He turns his head towards the Briton, an expression of pure terror morphing his features.
Arvid feels a surge of confidence overtake him. Like Liam was completely at his mercy.
“I heard my name, did you need something?”
Haha, very funny.
The thought that Liam, as chill-headed and unbothered he was, was shamelessly jerking off thinking about him in the secrecy of his hotel room was doing wonders to his feelings towards the New Zealander.
Liam shifts, sitting back up and trying to cover himself with the duvet. The dildo remained inside him, and it shifts around in his movement.
He stifles a moan. “N- No…”
Arvid walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed before crawling over to where Liam was sitting, team kit hiding the blonde’s toned body. The same one Arvid was freaking out over five months ago during the photoshoot. All throughout, Liam doesn’t move an inch.
“Liam.” Arvid places his index finger under the older man’s chin and lifts it up, forcing the blonde to make eye contact, which he immediately breaks after a second. Liam’s face grows even more redder.
“I- I… didn’t-”
“Didn’t mean to moan my name like that, hm?”
Liam whines.
“I never thought you would wank thinking about me.”
Liam squirms slowly, stifling another moan. He continues to stare downwards towards Arvid’s jeans. He couldn’t see the tent that had formed in them.
“Is this how you think about your teammates, huh? Fucking slut. You thought about Isack like this, didn’t you?”
Liam whimpers at Arvid’s harshness. But he was right. He did get off to the thought of Isack fucking the shit out of him multiple times, but the Frenchman never knew or found out.
“Tell me, Liam. Do you want me to fuck you?”
Very upfront.
Liam, as ashamed as he was, nods once.
Arvid taps his chin again. “Ah, ah, use your words.”
“…Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Liam whines again, helpless and pathetic as his cock springs up against his stomach at Arvid’s comment.
Arvid taps his thigh twice, and Liam complys, slowly taking the duvet off of him, revealing his milky thighs and the skin-colored dildo still inside him.
Thr Briton holds his legs apart and slowly pulls the dildo out. Liam moans at the sensation, before whining at the emptiness.
“Arvie…”
Arvid spots the bottle of lube Liam used on the nightstand and reaches out to get it. He pops the cap open, coats his index and middle finger with the gel and inserts them into Liam’s anus without warning.
“Ah…!” The cold of Arvid’s fingers shocks Liam once.
The Briton swirls around, feeling no resistance around his fingers. “My god, you’re already loose enough…”
Arvid’s cock strains in his pants again. If this keeps it up he might be as well rip a hole through his jeans.
His fingers retreat and he pulls on the hem of Liam’s shirt slightly, signaling for him to take it off. The older man obliges, moving to undress himself and Arvid helps him do so. The view that greets the Briton was nothing short of breath-taking.
Liam’s body was defined, yet it had that softness and that plumpness that was almost begging to be fondled. Arvid runs his thumbs over the ripple of the blonde’s abs, tracing each line like he was trying to memorize all of it. His fingers caress Liam’s sides, and it sends shivers all across the New Zealander’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot…”
His fingers find it’s way over to Liam’s nipples, already perked up like it was waiting for Arvid, and he circles his thumbs around them at the same time.
“Arvie- Ah…”
“Keep moaning for me, Liam…” Arvid feels his hips rut against nothing, desperate to feel any friction. The tightness of his jeans wasn’t enough. He stops for a brief moment to slot himself in between Liam’s legs, giving him the perfect opportunity to grind his clothed erection against Liam’s inner thigh.
He pinches Liam’s left nipple once, and it causes the blonde to let out a whine. It riles up something in Arvid, and he finally moves to take off all his clothes.
“Arvie, please…”
He was in the middle of putting on a condom he had kept away in his back pocket because of course he did. “What?”
“Please hurry.”
“Desperate bitch. Can’t even wait for me to finish prepping myself.”
The blonde whimpers, before moving his hand towards his hole. Arvid slaps his hand away.
“Don’t even try and finger yourself. Do you want my dick inside you or not?”
Liam doesn’t reply. He squirms once, hips rolling against the air.
After Arvid finishes putting on the condom, he taps Liam’s thigh again. “Flip over.”
“Huh?”
“Flip over. On your hands and knees. Again. I wanna see your ass take me.”
A short shuffle later, and now Liam was back to the position he was in earlier, but this time Arvid was kneeling behind him, cock already lined up at his anus.
The Briton grabs Liam’s waist, small as it was, guiding him as the blunt head pushed in past the ring of muscles.
The blonde immediately tenses, gasping. His body shook at the intrusion. Arvid was bigger than he was expecting. Way bigger and way better than the dildo he was using.
Arvid’s cock was already halfway in when he decides to push in completely in one harsh thrust. He lets out a low grunt, cock now completely in Liam, and he grinds against the soft flesh of the blonde’s ass.
Liam lets slip something that was between a moan and a whine, high-pitch and desperate, and it goes directly to the Briton’s cock. The latter feels his cock twitch, and it urges him to start moving.
He pulls out again, slowly, teasingly—keeping only the head in—before thrusting back in with the same gusto of the first one, and it incites a moan from the both of them.
Arvid throws his head back, panting. “Shit… you feel so fucking good, Liam…”
The Briton takes one of Liam’s wrists and holds it against his back, holding onto it as he rocked repeatedly in and out of the older man.
“Ah… Ah… So good… Arvie…”
“You like it, huh?” Arvid stops to grind against Liam’s ass again, relishing in the feeling of finally having his cock deep inside the New Zealander. “Like when I fuck you like this? Like you wanted?”
“Yes… Ah… Yes…” His words come out shakily, struggling to float in the air.
Arvid continues, pushing down against Liam’s back to make him arch more, and his body responds quickly. “You’re built for this… So tight… So fucking tight… Fuck…”
Liam’s legs shook. There was a slight strain aching from his lower back, and Arvid’s cock was so big to the point that his prostate had no space to relax. Every time the Briton sunk into him it sang in utter devastation and shuddered in amazement.
The younger man reaches out, interlocking his hand into Liam’s fluffy hair, before pulling on it slightly, holding his head back. “Fuck, take it, take it…”
At this point, Liam’s only vocabulary was Arvid’s name. It slips in between his moans, desperate and needy.
Liam pulls on the wrist held to his back, trying to break free from the Briton’s grasp.
Arvid notices, but he doesn’t stop. The sound of skin on skin continues to reverberate around them.
“A- Arvie, wait…”
He slows, a little irked, wishing to continue. “What?”
“Pull out.”
Arvid sighs and does so. He also lets go of Liam’s wrist.
“What? Can’t take it?”
“No, no, I…” Liam pants, trying to grab ahold of Arvid’s cock. Eventually his hand reaches it, and the younger man winces at the contact.
Liam grips the condom and starts to pull it off.
“It’s in the way...”
The condom stretches, before snapping clean off Arvid’s cock. The slapping sound it makes echoes in the air.
Arvid thinks that was one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. Liam’s hand then guides Arvid’s cock back to his anus. He then continues to thrust into the New Zealander, condom now off, and he lets the blonde know it. “That was fucking hot… ‘m gonna put my kids inside you… You want that?”
Liam gasps, now gripping the sheets beneath him like it was his lifeline. “Shit, shit, I want… I want it, please…”
“What is it that you want, Liam?”
Liam struggles. “Ah… Come inside- nnh… me. I want your cum in me, please… Ah…”
Arvid groans, a deep one that makes Liam shiver. “Fuck, I’d love to get a good boy like you pregnant…”
Arvid speeds up, ruthless and uncaring. Liam’s arms fully buckle under all the weight and under all the pleasure and his torso collapses, face now buried in the pillows as the force of Arvid pushes him further in.
His cock brushes against the bedsheets everytime the Briton slams into him, giving Liam the friction he so desperately wanted.
Liam was close.
“Arvie… Ah… I’m…”
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Liam whines, but he tries to abide by Arvid’s words. He tenses up slightly, doing his best to hold it in.
“Please- Arvie… Fuck!”
“Don’t come yet.”
Arvid was getting close too. He wants the both of them to come together.
“‘m so close… Ah… Arvie! Please, please…”
“If you fucking cum I swear to god Liam-”
The New Zealander’s body shook as his orgasm suddenly overtook him, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock spurted white semen onto the same-colored bedsheets. Liam didn’t mean to. He really didn’t mean to.
Liam breathes out. Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to come yet.
Arvid feels a rage surge under his skin.
He pulls his cock out of Liam completely and slaps his ass once. Hard. Liam lets out a choked cry at the pain.
“What did I fucking tell you?” Arvid slaps Liam’s ass again, and the other whimpers. “Can’t even follow simple instructions. Pathetic bitch. How hard is it to wait?”
Arvid’s high was fading. He whispers a curse.
“‘m sorry, Arvie-”
“You better be.” Arvid flips the blonde onto his back. Liam looked like he was on the verge of crying, and it made the Briton feel even madder, somehow.
The warmth of his semen presses against Liam’s back, and he squirms a little, feeling uncomfortable by it.
“Arvie, I’m sorry-”
“Shut the fuck up, Liam.” Arvid moves to kneel in front of Liam, positioning his knees on either side of the blonde’s head. The older man looked scared, almost.
“I- I’ll make it up to you.”
“Are you?” Arvid grabs Liam’s hair again and roughly pulls his head towards the Briton’s still-hard erection.
Liam stares at it, amazed and at the same time unprepared. It looked so much better up close. It had just enough girth and enough length to make Liam feel hot between his legs again.
Without another word, Arvid guides Liam’s mouth towards his cock, and Liam parts his lips slightly to take it in.
Arvid moans—the feeling of Liam’s lips around his cock overwhelming. “Fuck…!”
Liam gags, struggling to take Arvid in his mouth. The Briton hasn’t even started moving yet, but the head of his cock was already teasing the back of Liam’s throat, and there was still some length he hasn’t taken into his mouth.
“God, Liam, how do you look better like this?” Arvid moans, rolling his hips once, and Liam gags again, feeling the tip enter his throat for real. His tongue lays flat under, still unwilling to move. He feels tears start to gather around his lower eyelids.
Arvid’s grip on the blonde’s hair grows tighter, and he starts to rock again back and forth. His head tilts back, his mind lost in pleasure.
Liam moans, the vibration of his voice wrapping around Arvid’s cock in such a way that it made the Briton shake. The New Zealander tries again, tongue now moving at best as it could to swirl around and make the Briton feel more.
Liam’s hand wraps around the rest of Arvid’s length, palming and running it up-and-down as he continued.
“If you keep that up I’m-”
Arvid looks down again. Liam looks up to him, all teary-eyed and pleading, left cheek bobbing out slightly, and all the view does is push Arvid over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck! Liam, I’m coming!”
Liam’s mind was fuzzy. He feels the rhythm of Arvid’s hips stutter as the warmth of his semen shoots down his throat, salty and unpleasant, and yet the blonde takes it all.
Liam coughs once, cum slightly sputtering past his lips, but he quickly licks it back.
Arvid sees that happen and his cock strains as he feels blood rush again, and he groans.
He pulls his cock out of Liam’s mouth slowly, hand still curled around blonde hair as the moment stills.
“One more.”
Liam winces. “What?”
“I said, one more.” Arvid shifts his position again, moving back to position himself behind Liam.
“Arvie, wait-”
He is cut off when the Briton’s hand wraps around Liam’s half-hard cock. He strokes it once, coaxing a moan to erupt from Liam’s throat.
“Look, you’re hard again,” The younger man comments, hand continuing its movements.
The overstimulation was still fresh, and sensitivity rocked through Liam’s body repeatedly.
It’s not long before Arvid’s cock was back inside Liam, rhythm found and moans echoing again in the air around them.
Liam was shuddering at every movement, irises now stuck permanently at the back of his head as Arvid struck deep inside him.
The Briton’s hand was still curled around Liam’s cock, but his thumb was pressing hard on the slit, effectively denying the older man the ability to come.
“Wait for me, Liam…”
“Hah… Arvie… Arvie… Hah…”
Arvid feels his groin ache, but he continues. His free hand takes one of the blonde’s and presses it against his lower stomach, hoping the other can feel his stomach bulge at the protrusion, even if it was by just a little.
“Liam?”
All that slips past the older man’s lips was his name, desperate yet seemingly absent-minded. Almost like a chant. Like Arvid was some god he’s entrusted all his faith to.
“Arvie…”
Liam body twitches, and he groans in pain. The heat in his lower stomach tries to escape, but the Briton’s thumb stops the pressure from relieving itself.
“Arvie… Come… Please…”
“I’m so close already…”
“I- I can’t- Arvie, it hurts…”
“You can, Liam. You will-”
Arvid lets his hand slip and he jerks Liam’s cock once, and surprisingly that’s all the New Zealander needs.
He almost screams as he comes again, painting his chest and stomach as he rode out his long-restrained orgasm. His body tenses and shakes at the same time, and Arvid’s name is sung into the air as his vision starts to get spotty.
“Good boy… You’re a good boy for me, Liam…”
The Briton feels Liam tighten around him even more, and he thrusts deep into Liam as the pressure undos itself, breath hitching as his semen fills the New Zealander whole.
“Shit, Liam…”
He doesn’t let himself continue. The three words that wanted to follow never came. Too early. Too quick.
The rhythm of their breaths filled the space afterwards—both deep and shallow, both exhausted and relieved.
Arvid slowly pulls out, cock also coated and he watches as Liam’s anus puckers and a torrent of cum flows out of him.
He moves his index and middle finger again to scoop up the escaping semen and inserts it back into Liam.
That plastic bag of takeout has long been abandoned on the cold tiled floor.
~~~
Liam wakes up the next morning in a new set of clothes, skin clean, groin aching and something unfamiliar sitting in his hole.
It all dawns on him. Last night definitely did happen. Arvid did walk in on him jerking off and they had what was probably the best sex of Liam’s life, ever.
He doesn’t remember anything after Arvid came inside him. However, judging by how he was right now, the younger man definitely went the extra mile and cleaned him up.
He feels around, before feeling the tip of something blocking anything from escaping his anus. Most likely a buttplug. Question is, where did it come from?
He takes his shorts and underwear off, gets on his hands and knees (again) before gripping the base and slowly pulling it out. It slighly stretched him open, and he let out a soft moan at the feeling. He pushes a little, and he feels something warm dribble down his inner thighs.
Knowing this was all Arvid’s doing made something in his chest swell. He doesn’t know what it is.
He turns, eyes trying to read the clock on the wall when he sees a piece of paper sitting on the nightstand, next to the empty bottle of lube they used up yesterday.
He picks up the piece of paper. It reads,
We need to talk. ~Arvid