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brazilian gp - practice session / photo by Rudy Carezzevoli

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this took me way too long to write, I'm not even sure if I like how it turned out. But its one of my more ridiculous ideas since the cotton swab drabble

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Daniel stood in the bathroom cursing himself. His leg was propped up on the counter top, riddled in wax strips. Why the hell did he think he could jump back into waxing as if it hadn't been over four years since he last ripped hair off his body.

He was an idiot. Instead of starting small with 1 strip, he got cocky. And now he's screaming like a bitch.

That's how Max found him, all askew in just his grey boxers.

“Daniel– what?” Max stood in the doorway, Daniel's spare key still in his hand.

“Max! You beautiful! I need your help!”

“Daniel what are you doing?” Max set the keys on the counter, away from the empty boxes. “Are you waxing again?”

“About that?” Daniel blushed. “I just need you to rip them off for me. One go if you can.”

“Why can't you do it yourself?” 

“I might have forgotten how painful it was?”

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was always going into things half cocked– he thought that was the phrasing. He looked at Daniel’s legs, at the patchwork of wax strips that look more like a failed checkerboard pattern. 

“Why don’t you just wash the wax off? It’ll melt in hot water, I think.” Max pointed out.

“Maxy you don’t just wash wax strips off, you kinda have to pull them.”

“How do you know?” 

“I might have already tried– anyway it doesn’t matter. Just like…. Let er rip. Please?”

Max rolled his eyes again, sighing as if put out. Daniel’s grin behind his beard was brittle, as if he were waiting for the pain ahead. This was dumb.

“How much hair are you planning to get rid of anyway?” Max stroked the sticky wax closest to Daniel’s ankle. It was annoyingly tacky.

“All of it–”

“The beard too?” 

“You like it?” Daniel teased, scratching a hand through the thick hair.

“Why are you waxing everything?” Max asked instead, fingering the lone wax strip that sat on Daniel’s leg. Clearly the one he hadn’t been able to pull.

“I just was– yeeooouch!!!” Daniel’s scream was one part shock, other part pain as he turned wide eyes to Max’s amused blue ones. Max held the strip aloft like a prize.

“That was so not cool, mate.” Daniel grumbled. “Fuck that hurt.”

Max stroked the pink, newly bare skin on Daniel’s shin. He already missed the leg hair. Without a word he picked up a fresh strip and slapped it on another patch of wax. He made eye contact with apprehensive brown.

“Ready?” 

“Born.” Daniel muttered and Max snorted at the call back to their time doing teammate challenges.

Max ripped the strip of wax and watched the veins in Daniel’s neck pop in his effort to not scream.

Daniel sagged against the wall behind him, panting as if he’d just run a sprint. Max took him in, this was the most lived-in he’d seen Daniel in a while. He looked cozy with his overgrown beard and dark tan.

His eyes trailed from Daniel’s still thick neck, down his panting chest– Max wondered if he planned to wax his chest hair also, he hoped not. He dragged his eyes down Daniel’s hard, fuzzy abs and to his happy trail. His gazing hit a snag however when he saw the hard outline of Daniel’s cock in his boxers. And the dark grey of moisture that was his leaking tip.

A rose marked hand covered Max’s view. Pressing against the hardness.

“Mmm sorry about that.” Daniel blushed, his darkened cheeks gaining a new hue. Max licked his lips while he got his brain back online.

Daniel had a pain kink.

“Did that used to happen when you…?” Max fingered the wax strip, running his finger against the captured hair. He glanced at Daniel through his lashes.

“My uh, regular waxer added in a ‘happy ending’ for my bookings.” 

“You must have kept her booked and busy.” Max tried to joke. He threw the used strip in the trash and reached for a fresh one.

“Yeah, he never had any complaints.” Max’s head snapped up to look at Daniel’s face. He wasn’t looking at Max.

Max slapped the clean wax strip on a new patch and ripped it off with no warning. Daniel groaned with clenched fists, his back arched a little and the wet spot on his boxers got bigger. Max swallowed thickly.

“Max, fuck.” Daniel panted. The sound went straight to Max’s dick.

Daniel was hard now, harder than before and Max couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Whatchya say Maxy? Does a happy ending come with this service?” Daniel leered, cupping his balls in one hand. Max felt like he learned a lot of things about Daniel in the short time he’d been here in the bathroom with him. But at the same time, he’d always wanted to get his mouth on Daniel’s cock. He just never realized there was an opportunity.

With a shrug, Max knelt in front of Daniel’s open thighs. Daniel’s dick bobbed the same time Daniel inhaled quickly. He dropped his leg from where it had been propped and quickly shucked down his boxers, all the while muttering a string of “yeahs” that had Max rolling his eyes.

Daniel’s beard should have been an indication to Max at the state of things, but he was still surprised at the thick wiry hair of Daniel’s pubes. 

“I may have taken hitchhiker chic seriously. We’ve got 70’s bush going on.” Daniel offered, Max could hear the embarrassment in his tone. It only surprised Max because of how much Daniel used to go on about manscaping all the time. 

Max held Daniel’s hips steady and pressed his face in the crease of his thigh, feeling the tickle of hair on his cheeks and chin. Daniel trembled below him, but relaxed. 

Max took his time, making a show of parting Daniel’s bush, which pulled a honking laugh. He teased Daniel’s tip, before sinking down on the cock he’d been thinking about for what felt like his entire adult life.

Daniel groaned above him. 

Max sucked for a bit, alternating between dragging his tongue along the veins on the shaft and swirling his tongue on the head. Both motions were driving Daniel crazy. Max felt crazy with it.

He glanced up through his lashes to see Daniel watching him with a hazy yet awed fucked out look in his eyes.

In for a penny… or whatever George had said that one time.

Max pulled off, stroking Daniel with just his hand. There was a line of spit that still connected his lip to Daniel’s head, he felt the coldness when it separated. Saw Daniel’s eyes follow it intently. Max licked his lips.

“You should fuck me, mountain man.” 

Max smiled when Daniel choked on his snort. 

“Mountain man? Just for that… I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Daniel reached behind him trying to find the drawer without taking his eyes off of Max’s smug face.

“Fuck me like you haven’t–”

“Up!” Daniel cut off whatever ridiculous thing Max was going to say, he waved a half empty bottle of lube that he’d liberated from the drawer. “I’m fucking you right here.”

“Primal, I like it.” Max teased when Daniel bent him over the countertop and slapped his ass. Daniel rolled his eyes at him through the mirror. Max grinned back.

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SWEET (FOR ME)

Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much. Rating: E Relationship: Daniel/Max Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs

Big thanks to @onboardsorasora for the post that reminded me that this existed in my WIPs folder

Read Part 1 Here >> On AO3

or

↓ Read here under the cut ↓

Daniel's in the middle of getting out of his race suit to shower when the door to his driver room opens.

He's angry – angry at the car, angry at his engineers, angry at Zak for telling him, "Better luck next time," as he'd pushed past him on his way to the paddock.

Daniel turns, ready to cuss out whoever's intruded on him, obviously not expecting Max to be there. The words die on his lips before he can even get them out – how is Max here, in the middle of the McLaren motorhome, still in his race suit? How had he made it past everyone without being caught? Daniel's about to ask him when Max sinks to his knees in front of him, pushing his race suit down around his thighs, dragging his fireproofs and underwear with them.

Max pushes his face into Daniel's crotch, and Daniel's mouth drops open. He knows he's gross right now, he's dripping sweat all over the room, and Max is fucking nuzzling his sweat-damp pubes like it's the best thing on the planet. "Max," he whispers, "Max, let me shower, you've got an interview still, we can go back to the hotel after and-"

"No," Max says. "No," he repeats, softer this time, and he licks a messy stripe down Daniel's cock. Daniel drops a hand to Max's head, grabbing the brim of his hat and taking it off, dropping it to the floor. Max noses against him, breathing deep like he wants to commit the smell of Daniel's sweat to his memory, and Daniel pushes his fingers through Max's hair, making it stick up a little.

"Max," he says, "You have an interview to get to."

"They can wait," Max says, mouthing at Daniel's cock a second later, and god, Daniel wishes that wasn't doing it for him. Daniel thinks about Max, showing up to the interview, his lips red and swollen from his cock, if they'll ask where Max was, why he took so long. Max wraps his lips a second later, around the head of Daniel's cock, and Daniel, closes his eyes.

"Fuck, Max," he breathes out as Max blows him.

He imagines Max being asked, imagines what would happen if Max smiles slyly, like a cat that got the cream, and imagines Max saying in a rough, fucked-out voice, "Well, I was just on my knees in the McLaren motorhome."

He knows it won't happen, but he does know how fast it would spread.

It would be milliseconds before the stories come out about it, about Max Verstappen, World Champion, giving head to someone who'd almost finished dead last.

But then Max is pulling off his cock, pushing his nose against Daniel's balls, and he breathes, "Come on my face." Daniel stares down at him. "Do it," Max tacks on a second later, and Daniel grabs his cock, immediately jerking off. He thinks about Max, doing his post-race interview with jizz all over his face, and he shouldn't find the idea as hot as he does, but it makes his cock hard, and that's enough for him. Max buries his face between Daniel's thighs, and then- oh.

Daniel's breath hitches. He shouldn't be turned on by this, by Max rubbing his face against his pubes, smelling him and lapping up his fucking sweat like there's nothing better.

Daniel's jizz ends up on Max's hair, his forehead, and a blob lands on his cheek when Max goes to pull back a little.

"Shit," Daniel whispers, grabbing a McLaren-branded towel and hurriedly wiping the jizz off Max's face. He's about to start cleaning it from Max's hair when Max backs away, grabbing his hat from where Daniel had dropped it.

"I'm going to be late," Max says, his voice rasping a little on his words. Daniel watches, dumbstruck, as Max stands and puts his hat on.

"Did you," Daniel starts, and Max smirks at him, unzipping his race suit. He grabs Daniel's hand, shoving it into his underwear, and Daniel suddenly feels sticky, hot jizz under his fingers. "Jesus," he breathes out. He pulls his hand out of Max's underwear, his fingers covered in Max's jizz, and Max zips his race suit back up so he can make his way to his interview.

"See you at the hotel," he says over his shoulder as he leaves, and Daniel has to sit down.

Eventually, he pulls up the live stream from the interview on his phone. If Max's voice sounds hoarse to anyone, if his lips look too red, too full, if they can smell Daniel all over him, no one says anything, and Daniel turns off the live stream, satisfied that they weren't caught.

He needs to shower.

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little boy shows off his favourite fighting moves

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Since Daniel has been very babygirl today, I need to see him in this top - possibly cropped, a cute pair of knee highs and little panties. I cannot draw anymore so I will just have to leave it to everyone's imagination.

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Daniel Ricciardo working out | 2018

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max in st tropez this week :) never expected to see him on shownieuws haha

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f1rpf race roll

roll two 20-sided dice 🎲

watch the race (and the grid positions that match your rolls) 👀

the drivers who place as your numbers are your ship 💋

write a ficlet, sketch something, weave a web, make a gif, etc ✨

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Max Verstappen & Daniel Ricciardo | 📍Circuit of the Americas, Sponsor Event | 📸 via

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via @/ricciardo on twitter

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Daniel Ricciardo for his new business venture

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danielricciardoseries: Some lovely words of encouragement for all the kids racing in our Daniel Ricciardo Series from our boss Daniel Ricciardo 🤠

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DR3

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Max is full heart eyes ”You look like a model” 😍

100 % that Max went back to the hotel after this and shaved his legs.. 😂 The way his voice changed when he asked if Daniel didn't like it 😂

And thanks to this post for making me remember this great interview (x)

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I love having mutuals. #myfriends<3

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