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🚝 with max/gp and maybe the rest of the Redbull garage

Eeeeeee okay I've been looking at this in my inbox and thinking about it and... yeah, obsessed. Hope you enjoy!

It was a fantasy that Max had, and had shared with GP, to be passed around the team like a toy. Blushing, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, he'd said; "maybe- it could be their reward, for getting the car in a good place? When we win, they could-"

"Oh darling," GP had stroked his hand through Max's hair and held him tightly, gently pressing his thigh to Max's hard little dick, "you want it so badly, don't you?"

"Yeah," Max whimpered, rolling his hips forward, "but only with you- want you there,"

"I'll be there, Max, of course I'll be there," GP had promised, brushing a kiss to the top of Max's head and encouraging the rabbiting of his hips against his thigh.

Later, he'd asked; "anyone off limits?"

Max had wrinkled his nose and said, "uh... Horner and Helmut,"

"Besides the obvious," GP looked up from his phone to wriggle his eyebrows at Max, "I know you've got a thing for the oldies but that's-"

"Ew, GP!"

Laughing, GP said, "quick run-through of the garage, Max. Anyone you're not a fan of?"

"Just... nobody who will tell,"

Clearly, GP had taken the task very seriously. Occasionally Max would catch him having a quiet word with Calum, or discussing something with Jonathan, only when Max got near to them they disseminated.

The win would come, Max knew, but it felt like it was taking an age.

Interlagos was a tough track. The rain made it harder to navigate. Starting from P17 made it nigh on impossible, but they did it.

Another race win, his fourth closer than ever, all Max could think about was the train his partner had been organising to run through him to celebrate the occasion.

"Good job, mate," Calum clapped him on the shoulder as he walked by with the trophy, and Max smiled brightly at him.

"You are coming to celebrate?" He asked lightly, hoping that someone - anyone, really - would be able to pick up what he was trying to subtly put down.

"Yes mate," he winked. "GP's rounded a few of us up,"

At the confirmation, Max felt the tips of his ears go pink, and he nodded and said, "then I better go rinse the Champagne off,"

Calum winked at him as he backed away, and on the way to his driver's room he ran into Middsy and Luke, too. They were looking at him like a piece of meat, and Max felt the hot-please-yes shiver run through his gut at the realisation that they knew too. They were coming too.

Sitting outside the energy station is GP, phone in hand as he shows something to Lee. Distracted, Max nearly trips up the front step, only caught by Jonathan's quick hands on his waist.

"Careful bud," he hears in Jonathan's soothing, familiar tone, "don't want to bruise the star before the show,"

The comment is non-descript enough that to anyone not in the know, they would probably just frown and dismiss it. To Max, it's a siren. His eyes shoot across the courtyard to meet GP's, who's already watching him, smirking.

Without having to ask the question, GP answers. The barest hint of a smirk, the minute raise of one eyebrow, the dip of his chin.

Jonathan is coming.

Max's breath leaves his body in one rush, and he forces himself to move forward, forward, forward, until he's in the relative privacy of his driver's room. It isn't until he's rinsing off the sweat from the race that he thinks about the look on Lee's face, sat next to GP and watching Max. He looked- hungry.

GP walked with him down the corridor, both now dressed in jogging bottoms and comfy t-shirts. Outside the suite door - specially reserved for Max's celebration; GP pulls him to a stop. Tucked into the little alcove, he says, "your safe words are the same, Max. They all know your limits, and I'm sure Jonathan has drilled them. I'll be with you the whole time."

"Thank you for this," Max responds, thinking, 'red, green, GP has me,' "there are how many?"

"Ten plus you," GP watches him carefully, "you're sure you still want this?"

Max nods, licking his lips, "I want this,"

"Good," GP tucks his knuckle under Max's chin to raise it and kisses him gently, "I'm going to go last, darling, but I'll be there the whole time,"

"Please, yes," Max's throat is dry as he swallows, "I- I love you,"

"I love you too, Max. So much,"

Jonathan greets them at the door, bare-footed and casual in a way Max rarely gets to see. He winks at Max when he smiles nervously, and then says, "Lee is going over the details with the lads. Max- GP said you use green and red as safewords?"

"Yes, always," Max nods, tucking his hand into GP's and squeezing nervously, "who- will you tell me what you are planning?"

Pressing his back to Max's chest and hooking his chin over his shoulder, GP says, "no, darling. You'lll have a blindfold on, like we discussed, but you'll be able to hear us. Everyone will be kind to you, no harsh touches. You'll be able to touch us, too."

"That sound alright, Max?"

Licking his lips, Max nods and says, "yes, that is- yes. I trust you all."

"Good lad," Jonathan pats him on the cheek and says, "ready when you are, then,"

Taking a deep breath, Max nods. Jonathan leads the way into the open area of the suite, where seven heads turn i unison, the room quieting.

"Uh... hi," Max offers, still holding GP's hand for reassurance, "thank you for coming,"

The tension is broken immediately by Andy, who says, "I know the Heineken Zero is free but it really does taste like shit, doesn't it?"

As the room laughs, Max nods and takes a bottle of aforementioned 'shit' and takes a long drink. When he's done, he sets the bottle on the coffee table and says, "you are all here to fuck me, yes?"

Calum laughs nervously and says, "never one to beat around the bush, are you Verstappen?"

"Is there a bush to beat?" Genty jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at the room.

Chuckling, GP ruffles Max's hair and says, "just a tidy little bit of foliage,"

"GP!" Max exclaims, turning to the man and covering his face as everyone laughs, "that is- what-"

"They were about to find out anyways, love,"

He hears Middsy remark, "oh they're cute, actually," and then the sound of him being smacked, and Max pulls his hands from his face and says, "thank you, Midds,"

"Shall we get this show on the road?"

Calum goes first, putting Max on his hands and knees to tug the plug from his hole, smearing lube over him and sinking four fingers into the space. He's drooling onto Lee's dick when he finally wedges his dick inside, groaning as Max clenches around the thick press of him.

When Max looks to his left, he can see GP and Jonathan sitting in two armchairs, both with their own bottles of beer and fully clothed. They're just watching, watching as Max is fucked forward onto a cock and hauled back onto another. All the eyes on Max are making him feel hotter, dick hard and aching.

He can feel the wet pulse on come in his hole, the last of it landing on his ass cheeks as Calum's hand holds him steady. There's a nice 'well done' pat on his hip, and then the feeling of the mattress shifting as he climbs off and someone else climbs on.

Letting his eyes fall shut as Lee fucks his face, he widens his knees for balance and gets a good grip of his own dick, tugging in time to the slow bob of his head. There's a big hand at the back of his skull, holding him at the base of his dick, nose tucked into soft hair.

The gentle stroke of a thumb along the shell of his ear tells him it's GP, and then his controlled voice is telling Max, "good job, Max. Stay still so Andy can get started."

Max is just starting to panic when Andy pushes inside and GP lets him back up, Max panting into the crease of Lee's hip as they both praise him.

"So good for us, Max," Lee pets his hair, "perfect,"

"My perfect boy," GP agrees, fisting his hand in Max's hair and lifting him to his knees for a kiss. Fucking his tongue into Max's mouth, he groans. When he pulls away, Max is directed back to Lee's dick, mouthing at the tip and whining when Andy gets the angle just right.

He's much more vocal than Calum was, swearing under his breath as Max clenches around him. Lee makes a little noise, like it's caught in his throat, and Max meets his eyes as he works him over. It's not long before Lee is swearing, pulsing salty-sweet across Max's tongue.

His half-hard dick smears come over Max's bottom lip, and he swallows and licks it away reflexively, giving a final sucking kiss to his tip and smiling smugly when it makes him shiver and groan.

"Good boy, Maxy," GP says again stroking his hair, "we're gonna let your jaw have a little bit of a rest while Andy fucks you now, okay?"

"Okay," he whispers, hoarse, and GP thumbs the corner of his mouth and winks at him, then stands and goes back to his chair.

Given the green light, Andy pushes Max's shoulders until he's face-down-ass-up, moaning with every exhale as he's fucked roughly. He has to brace himself against the headboard, face smushed into the mattress. It feels incredible, being used like this, rewarding his team for a job well done.

Max can feel his own orgasm building, his swinging dick causing a wet patch as it drools precome, messy messy messy. He chokes on a whine as he shoots over the sheets, thighs tensing as Andy groans in tandem, fucking his dick into the tight clench of Max's hole once more before stilling. When he pulls out Max can feel the stream of come along his taint, Andy collapsing on his side to smile widely at Max, smoothing his hand along the curve of his back.

"You come a lot," Max observes, bushing at the loud wet burble of come as he tries to clench around it, "like GP does,"

"Hyperspermia," Andy says, matter-of-fact, makes a lot of mess, that's for fuckin' sure,"

"It's nice," Max says, sincere.

The other winks and then rolls sideways off the bed, landing in a squat and then falling backwards. When he swears, exclaiming, "fuck! Think I've got carpet burn on my arse," Jonathan says, "hot," and everyone cracks up around Max.

Gentle hands are on him again, then, GP turning him onto him back and saying, "Middsy is gonna fuck you now, love,"

Unexpectedly then, a cock ring is slipped onto his dick, Max whining in complaint, but GP is rubbing a calming palm over his bare chest and saying, "you got your one, darling. Save the rest for me,"

Max is a little distracted then, thinking of how full and swollen he'll be. With GP he normally can come three or four times in a row, so to- he's going to be so full.

Middsy fucks him gently, playing with Max's tits and looking proud of himself every time Max makes a positive noise. It's a little bit- romantic, for Max. It's nice.

When he comes, Callum takes his place, fucking him hard, Max's ankles up by his ears and thick forearms wrapped over Max's thighs. It's more Max's speed, and he idly jerks his dick, leaking pre over his tummy.

Greg climbs up onto the mattress, kneeling by Max's face, his dick an offering. Max teases him a little, tonguing at his slit and along the veins. It takes a gentle reprimand from Jonathan before he's sucking him properly, though the angle is awkward. A few minutes in and his neck is starting to feel the strain, but then Callum is pulling out, coming in messy stripes across Max's dick.

Rolling to his front, Max pushes Greg to the headboard, sitting up against the pillows. When he straddles, GP lets out a low chuckle, and tellls him, "doesn't matter how good a show you put on, Maxy, the ring is staying on,"

He whines, petulant as he sinks down onto his thick erection, pannting and balancing himself with his hands on Greg's firm stomach. Up on his toes, he starts to roll his hips, building up a fast and steady rhythm. He's glancing his prostate on every thrust, crying out at the zaps of pleasure along his spine. Max is no closer to coming and so close to coming.

Quads straining, he slumps forward, and then Greg takes control, holding Max at his waist and fucking up into him. Max is making a high-pitched sort of whining noise, his prostate being pounded continuously. Unable to come, he just- takes it.

GP's eyes are locked on his, and when Greg finally comes, Max sobs.

"What's your colour, baby?"

Gentle hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs wiping his tears away, waiting, waiting, until Max can pull himself back together long enough to say, "green,"

"You're doing so well, Max," Jonathan says, eagle-eyed.

"Fucking hell," Greg pants, laughing a little, "you've got some fucking stamina there, mate,"

"Thank you," Max says reflexively, and around him the room breaks out in chuckles again.

Luke and Genty replace Greg, Genty tucking his thumbs into Max's puffy, used hole and squirting lube directly inside. Max giggles, squirming at the cold sensation, and as he asks, "I'm not wet enough for you, Genty?" the man fucks into him.

He chokes on a laugh, hiding his face in the covers at the long, slow push inside. Genty fucks like a metronome, to a silent drumbeat, and it means Max can suck Luke's dick the same way, bobbing down and then back up, flicking his tongue against the underside and repeating the same again and again. When he pushes his thumb into his taint, Luke's a goner, coming against the back of Max's throat and scrambling to apologise while Max coughs.

Off to the side, Calum is chuckling, "cheeky finger always does me in too, mate, I wouldn't worry,"

"Fuck off," Luke laughs, holding Max's face in his hands and wiping the little dribble of come away from his chin, "that was- insane, Max,"

"Throat GOAT," Lee comments, cheeky grin in place when Max looks towards him.

Genty is fucking him steadily, still, and when Max teases, "maybe he will come by the end of the season," he's suddenly being pressed into the sheets, big body weighing him down, hips slamming against his.

"Cheeky little shit," Genty remarks through panting breaths, starting to lose rhythm as his force increases, "think your man's been too easy on you,"

"I'm his good boy," Max brags, arching his back and groaning as the angle gets better for him, "he likes me when I'm bratty,"

"Ha," Genty pants, "never would've thought,"

He comes with a bitten-off shout, pulsing more come into Max and then pulling back. Max sighs happily, rolling onto his back and looking to Jonathan and GP. They're still sat together, drinks finished now. GP clears his throat, and then the other man says, "ah, my turn,"

He only unzips his jeans, freeing his erection, and then tugs Max by his ankles to the edge of the bed. While he thrusts into him he plays with Max's cock ring, smirking at every whining moan Max makes.

"Play with your tits, Max," GP commands, suddenly next to Max, stripped naked.

He does as he's told, whimpering as he pinches his sensitive nipples. Jonathan's thrusts starts to change pace, erratic and harsh, and Max purposefully clenches around him, asks, "are you going to fill me up too? I want it,"

Hand fisted tight around Max's dick, Jonathan fucks into him a final time and stills, swearing softly as he fills Max's hole. GP's hand is gentle on his tummy, smoothing over soft skin.

"You've done so well, darling," he tells Max, kissing him softly, "say thank you to the boys,"

"Thank you," Max says, watching them all dress.

He rolls to his knees, clasping hands with some of them as they pass by, Callum winking at him and saying, "have fun, Maxy,"

The doors closes with a soft 'clunk', and GP and Max are already wrapped up in each other. GP has three thick fingers inside Max' hole, fucking them deep and pulling them back out, showing the mess of come to Max.

"Is this what you wanted, love? Being a lovely little comedump for your friends?"

Max whines, nodding, and GP smiles softly kissing him.

"I'm so glad, darling," he rolls Max to his back, bracing himself over him and then pushing inside slowly. When his hips are flush with Max's ass, he gently removes the cock ring and says, "okay love, you can come whenever you need,"

GP fucks Max exactly how he likes it, grinding up against his prostate and slamming his hips into him, teasing him the whole time. He's sent over the edge when GP tells him, "fuck, baby, your cunt is so wet for me. You're so full of their come, Max, like a sluttly little fucktoy,"

He shoots come across his chest, GP groaning at the sight, calling him his messy girl and adding to the loads in Max's hole. He kisses him sweetly when he pulls out, then grabs the polaroid camera from the table off to the side to take more photos of Max, of their commingled mess escaping his gaping hole.

Max feels used and rewarded and perfect. Max has won.

#Well this was one of the hottest things I’ve ever read #fic rec

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