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firemenenthusiast · 3 months

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—“mile high club”

boyfriend!sub!jann mardenborough x fem!reader

summary: classic ol’ airplane fucking because jann gets flustered easily

warnings: 18+, porn with plot, mile high fucking, unprotected p in v, subby jann, creampie, fingering, spitting, semi-public sex

a/n: for my jann girlies, totally self indulgent (wanted to write something for myself) to get back on my writing feet LMAO. hope you enjoy >0<

“what are you doing ?” he urgently asked you in a shushed tone. his eyes trail at the movements of your snaking fingers against his clothed inner thigh, moving dangerously close towards his crotch. humming softly, you turn your head to him, “nothing, can’t your sweet girlfriend show some affection ?” you jokingly pout at him, making him turn his head to look out the windows to avoid eye contact, puffs of fluffy clouds feasting his eyes. you’re both seated in the business class section of the plane, a short connecting flight to your vacation destination. it’s been a while since you’ve spent some time alone together, so he decided it’d be nice to go fly someplace with beaches and warm climate, maybe some palm trees too.

truth is you love teasing jann, you love seeing him get all flustered and shy and the fact that it’s so easy to make him fall underneath your touch is a plus point. you could be touching him sneakily, ghosting your dainty fingers up his arms, sometimes barely even touching him and he’ll be shifting in his seat like a shy boy that gets zero action. just like what’s happening right now. his cheeks are starting to heat up from your hand rubbing back and forth on his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing at the flesh. he’s trying his best to avoid your ‘loving’ gaze, that’ll only turn into a teasing smirk if he meets with it. continuing your touches along his inner thigh, you lean in to rest your chin on his shoulder, head cocked to the side to join him looking at the clouds, a wide content smile decorating your face. jann’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but sometimes riling him up serves you so much fun. especially when you end up fucking each other.

straightening his back, he took a deep breath, a little shaky from the nerves, thanks to your hand position. sighing, he smiles at you. “gonna be great there y’know, especially with you by my side” you let out a small giggle at his words before snuggling yourself up against his chest. what a dork. “hmm-mm, i know” you shake your head slightly at his obvious attempt of trying to distract you from touching too close to his crotch, knowing that he’s not gonna make it safely if you don’t stop or worse, if you start rubbing directly on his crotch. which is exactly what you’re doing right now. shutting his eyes, he tries to relax himself by sitting straight with his head resting against the seat, his hand grabbing at the armrest beside him. he looks down at his shoulder to look at you, “please baby i think we should wait till we get there” he tries to reason with you, his eyes soft and pupils dilated looking at you, at which you continue your assault on his crotch, paying no mind to his pleas, your head cocked to the side. “don’t know what you’re talking about jann” you respond shrugging, earning a defeated sigh from him, accepting his fate.

for the next couple of minutes you pretend like nothing is going on, pointing out the window for him to look at the bunny shaped cloud you’d spotted, or just lean your head against his shoulder like any other loving couple. except for the fact that this couple got one hand squeezing and rubbing at the other’s growing bulge, seemingly enjoying how bad he is squirming around in his seat, beads of sweat starting to form on his temple and under his curly locks. just when you decide that it’s not fun enough, you start kissing the skin on his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spot before moving your lips to bite at his earlobe. he could feel you smiling against his skin, his bottom lips trapped against his teeth to keep him from letting out a moan that the whole plane would hear. jann’s doing everything he could to hold himself in, wanting you to stop but he loves having your lips across every inch of him too much to say anything. all he could do is breathe and exhale as quiet as he could, praying for his cock to not bust in his pants right there and then.

you on the other hand is enjoying this a little too much. it’s like all your ‘teasing jann’ dreams had come true, especially with the fact that he’s got little to no space to move with you holding him down, no room to get away from you, and he has to keep his mouth shut or everyone else will know. not to mention the panic he has to go through every time he sees an approaching stewardess, offering them a little cracked smile if they greet him. what you don’t know is that he’s secretly enjoying the adrenaline rush. if he wasn’t as shy he would’ve made you blow him right in his seat. clearing his throat, he starts to smooth out his shirt before getting up, lifting your hand off him. “i’ll be back okay ?” he assures you in a whispered tone as you pout at him. he leans in to give you a peck on the lips before making his way towards the lavatory. you watch him closely as you notice his hands clasped together in front of him, covering his otherwise obvious bulge. you chuckle to yourself.

just as he manages to get in, you get up from your seat to walk the same path he just went on, moving past a few rows of seats and people sleeping. as you arrive in front of the same lavatory you lean against the wall adjacent to the door, waiting for him to finish. you know he won’t be long, whatever he’s doing in there is just him trying to freshen himself up, maybe calm his erection down. he knows well not to jerk himself off around you. he’s only allowed to do that when you’re physically away from each other. hearing the door unlocking, you’re quick to grab it open and push yourself inside, meeting with his startled confused look. you lock the door behind you with a smile before grabbing both sides of his face, slightly pulling it down and crashing your lips against his soft, plump ones. he’s taken aback at first, before his shoulders soften down and his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer against him. moving your hands from his cheeks to the back of his head, your fingers play at the little hairs, nail softly scratching at his scalp, earning a soft moan from him. he lets out a relieved sigh, melting away at the feeling of kissing your lips. you pull away from a moment to look at him, his puppy eyes set on yours. “hi baby” you smile at him before leaning in to continue kissing him. his fingers that were snaking around your waist start to claw at the fabric wrapped around you. you let out a soft giggle at his desperation, knowing that you’ve been teasing him so much, yet he behaved so well back at your seats. he was very patient with you and kept a quiet mouth.

your bodies move perfectly against each other, hands roaming and clawing for some sort of relieve before your back hit the sink. jann is still kissing your bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva as his tongue swipes across it. your lips dance against each other, moulding at the shape as he begins to suck at your tongue. both your saliva are mixing together as your hand starts reaching down and unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. you mentally roll your eyes at his choice of pants for comfort travelling. pulling away slightly, your hot breaths puffing up against each other’s faces, fogging the mirror behind you. “i told you to wear something comfy” he chuckles at you still managing to pick at him, “then this wouldn’t be as hot” he says, his deep voice is turning you on so much, he’s so adorable yet he has the voice that could make you cum that instance. he continues your work on his jeans, pulling the zipper down, the clacking sound of the belt surrounding the confined space. before he’d take out his cock from his boxers he reaches at your hands that are trying to push the waistband of your sweatpants down, helping you get it past your ass before reaching the hem of your panties next and pulling it down. both your panties and pants are now pooling at your ankle. he leans in to kiss at your lips once again as his hand trail between you to rub at your pussy, spreading your wetness around your folds and to your fuckhole. he prods a finger at it before pushing in, slightly fucking you with his middle finger just to have a taste. your hands quickly move to take out his cock from his boxers, tugging at the length as precum seeps out from his tip. collecting his precum, you use it as a lube, spreading it all across his cock.

both your hands are now touching each other, his fingers fucking into you to stretch your tight hole for a bit while your hand tug at his length. halting your movements on his cock, you reach your hand up to his lips. “spit”, you order him, as he obediently spit into your hand with his eyes set on yours, before you bring it down and spread it onto his throbbing length. he’s rock hard now, his tip pink and sensitive. not wanting to waste any time anymore, he steps on your pants and panties that are pooling at your ankles, keeping it down as he lifts your thigh so that you now has one leg up wrapped around his waist. he moves closer as you’re still tugging at his cock, pulling him to position his tip at your entrance. before he could even move you spit a glob of saliva at where you two are connected, as he starts moving his hips, wasting no time to fuck you on the sink, your leg wrapped around his waist. you’re moaning into his ear, your hands graze across his back, holding onto him so your back doesn’t get shoved repeatedly into the mirror with each of his thrusts. his thrusts are rapid and desperate, he’s focused on getting off though he knows people are going to want to use the lavatory anytime now. “fuck- oh god” he whines out heavily, your pussy still feels so tight for him.

you let out a high pitched moan, your boobs bouncing up and down in your sweatshirt with his rough thrusts. he lets out a low moan as his eyes trail down to watch his cock going in and out of you, your puffy folds engulfing his throbbing length, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock. you look at his focused face, his lips parted apart, looking plump and swollen from all the kissing you were doing earlier until he suddenly feels like he’s not fucking you deep enough. he grabs at the underside of your thigh, before moving his hand to push your calf upwards and settling it on his shoulder. you’re now even more exposed than ever, giving him more access to resume his fucking, his cock now reaching spots even deeper than before. he was already prodding his tip against your sweet spot, fucking at it, now he’s almost kissing your cervix, all while his girth stretching your walls out. your mouth are open to let out a moan for him yet nothing’s coming out, the pleasure washing over you as you come on his cock undone, catching yourself off guard. “jann- fuck, i just came” you’re a bit shocked but still hazy from your orgasm. he leans in to kiss you, his lips curling into a smile before he pulls away to rest his forehead against your temple. “mm, i know. you feel so good-fuck” he’s still fucking his cock into you, sticky sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls as you pray for the people who sits nearby to not hear your moans.

“shh jann—” you shush him after he lets out a guttural moan himself, as he bites down on his lips to suppress his noises. “should’ve think of that sooner before leaving me all worked up” he says with a strained voice as he frowns at you, his face contorting in pleasure, his bottom lips hanging low, glistening under the low light.

“m’gonna cum,, fuck mm-m gonna cum oh-” his thrusts start to falter, his hips bucking up into you uncontrollably as he struggles to not let out his usual whiny moans. he’s whimpering instead, quietly into your ears, begging you for a release. you lean forward to catch his lips, pulling him in for a kiss as you clench down hard on his cock, instantly making him cum on the spot, warm spurts of cum squirting out of his tip inside you. he’s holding onto you, clutching at the back of your shirt as he rides out his orgasm, pumping your pussy full of his cum. he’s almost done thrusting into you, his hips bucking forwards slowly, drips of his seed being pushed back out by his length. he’s panting, catching his breath as he carefully take out his cock, a ring of white stays clinging at the base of his length. he pulls away from your embrace, smiling wide at you, his gummy pearls on display. you roll your eyes at him playfully as you hit his chest. he bends down to slip your panties back onto your feet, pulling it up to quickly cover his cum seeping out of your pussy, before doing the same with your sweatpants.

“i want you to— to wear my cum and keep it inside you with that panties until we get there” he tells you, a hint of reluctance beneath his tone. he collected all his courage to tell you that. you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues, “least you could do after what you did to me” you abruptly burst into chuckles at his words as you quickly cover your mouth to keep quiet. you smile and nod at him, loving his sudden commanding side. he leans in once again to kiss you as he works on putting his softening cock inside his boxers and buckling his belt back on. he sends you away first to your seat so you guys wouldn’t raise suspicions, though you’re pretty sure you have ruined some of the people that sits near the lavatory’s flight.

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itsonlydana · 1 year

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"Sehnsucht" || Gran Turismo (2023)

Sehnsucht: German from sehnen (“to long”) + Sucht (“anxiety; sickness; addiction”)

meaning: yearning or craving, but the word as a concept and its roots can refer to a lingering illness of heart-wrenching pining for something

➛ pairing: Danny Moore x fem!reader

➛ idea: Two people too blind to see what the other feels until Jack Salter puts a stop to the hurting and wondering

➛ tags/warnings: Age difference, mature language, mention of drinking, idiots in love, hurt/comfort

➛ word count: 5k

➛ an: i am obsessed with this movie and Orlando Bloom so here we are - i wrote this baby in three days

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Fuck

Would have been the first word of the day but all you can do is groan as the feeling of something pounding inside your head drags you out of sleep.

The hammering is brutal and while your brain is still trying to fight back the lingering grasps of the night and you don't really know what is going on, you are sure you are dying.

"Fuck"

The curse, now being moaned against the warm spot of the pillow your face is mushed against, feels heavy in your dry mouth and hard on your chapped lips. The feeling is disgusting and not just because your mother always threatened to wash your mouth out with soap if you dared to swear but because your tongue is hefty and there is no spit left whatsoever and speaking feels more like grating the words over your teeth.

The hammering doesn't stop, it grows louder and louder, becoming unbearable as your body and mind wake up slowly.

Heat washes over your body in unpleasant waves and you try to kick the sheets away but they cling to your sweating body. You feel like you are burning up, not only from the sheets but from the inside as well. You kick the sheets harder, legs rubbing against each other until the fabric finally slides down and bunches together somewhere at your feet. You couldn't care less about where it lands.

The relief is instantaneous. A slight breeze caresses your nearly nude body and you slightly lift your head in the direction you presume the wind is coming from.

It's deliciously calm at this moment of quiet, the air fills your lungs, kisses the sweat on your body, sends refreshing shivers that soothe the pain in your head and a soft sigh escapes you.

Taking a deep breath your mind finally settles and in that exact moment the sweet moment of ease slips from between your fingers, blurred memories of last night crushing down on you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

A gasp tears through you as you sit up in shock, the sound tearing through your rib cage and lungs painfully like a punch and echoing through the hotel room you find yourself in. Your chest rips apart, every breath shattering another bone and ripping muscle after muscle, while the memories claw their way back from the hazy wall of your subconsciousness back into the forefront of your mind.

The dim light of the bar should've been dark enough to mush the faces, surely they had been counting on it, he had been counting on it but you would recognize him everywhere.

The dark hair with the curls falls into his face, hides his eyes which certainly are closed in pleasure and you can only stare at the hands that are currently raking through the locks, messing up the slicked-back style he favors. His arm flexes, the muscles straining against his shirt visibly even from far away, as he cages the woman against the wall while his other arm is planted firmly next to her head, hiding most of her but not enough that you don't see how pretty she is.

You should look away, save yourself from the pain the image inflicts on you and still- you physically can't turn.

It's like watching a car crash happen, it has been ever since Danny started talking to the woman. Him buying her drinks and flirting with her was the car losing control, spinning and swerving. The hope of everything turning out alright when he had dismissed her arm on his for only a second.

Hope blossoming under conditions far too dark, far too impossible.

Hope repairing the crack in your heart, only to rip it into pieces when he leans into her, whispering into her ear and she laughs and she blushes and you stare.

You stare

watching the car crash

watching Danny lead the woman to the dance floor

watching Danny put his hands on her waist, moving to the music, moving far away from you

watching them stumble to the bathrooms and not making it before he pushes her against the wall

watching alone from the bar, left alone, left to suffer.

And then there was Jack, pulling you into his side, placing a drink into your hand with a mumbled "Come on, drink up, kid" and you bleed and cry and hold on to the shoulder holding you up.

Danny left with that woman, you remember it clearly despite the effort to drink enough to forget. They had left not shortly after he had kissed her and after that, everything had been a blur of alcohol burning in your throat and stomach, the world spinning and turning and coming to a full stop somewhere after you threw up and Jack had to carry you back to the hotel.

It had become a recurring routine, an unhealthy habit you had fallen into ever since Danny Moore had kissed you after the first race you placed first, with all three of you celebrating and Danny and you walking along the beach after Jack had taken off to the hotel room. Your hands had brushed against each other, gentle like the waves coming up licking the sand, a soft caress of the side of his hand that wasn't stuffed into the pocket of his black coat until it became an intertwining of your pinkies, a soft and gentle fall of your hands into each other and his thumb stroking over your skin.

It was how he had pulled you in and kissed you, your hands pressed between your chests, breath coming quickly because of the swift movement and his lips tasted like the salty seawater when his lips moved in synch with yours.

You dry heave, another sob breaking out of your sore throat and would there have been any more liquid in your body you surely would have started crying again. But you were all empty, left hollow and raw.

Your eyelashes still stick together, as you lift a hand to rub over your face and they come back smeared black with ruined mascara. Forcing yourself to get up, you shift to the side of the bed, Jack's bed you presume from the black suitcase lying on the floor and some of his personal items scattered over the surfaces of the room. Legs dangling over the bed you lift your head and are suddenly confronted with your own image.

That Jack had a mirror placed next to the bed was a thought pushed away by the reflection you see. There is no room for any jokes as you stare at the puffy and reddened cheeks with black streaks running over them. They are an ugly reminder of how you tried to catch Dannys eye, the carefully applied eyeliner in the hope of him seeing you again ruined and smudged.

The bags under your eyes tell the story of many nights spent tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep with the things running through your mind. The question of why you were still trying is always there, whispered into your ear by your insecurities and fears in a voice that sounds strangely like Danny sometimes. Though you know that he would never ask you this.

He was still all over the project "GT-Academy"; despite the fact that Nissan offered him a bigger position which he had declined with a smile and a "No thank you, I am very happy where I currently am" to the cameras when someone had slipped it to the reporters.

They had asked you as well how you felt about Danny's decision, shocking you with this opportunity he hadn't told you about but thank god for all the media training. Falling into a perfected smile the astonishment and hurt were quickly hidden behind a positively neutral facade. You had told them you couldn't dream about working with anyone else than Danny and Jack on your side, moving the question away from its origin and following it up with the upcoming plans you three were working on.

After that interview, you and Danny had argued.

Again.

That started happening a lot more ever since he had kissed you on the beach and stopped looking at you the next morning. In front of the cameras, he was still praising you, talking about "combined forces" and "partnerships" and "teamwork" and "supporting you" while he strayed farther and farther from you away from the lenses and microphones.

Him joining you on the sidelines of every race, cheering for you and always hurling you into a hug if you did well became a rarity. At first the hugs stopped, became handshake and then he excused himself from the races, babbling about press conferences or filming commercials for Nissan before he simply stopped giving you an explanation and just showed up now and then.

He was slipping from your fingers, after three years of working with each other and flying all over the world to see new places and win races, he was harder to reach every day and every night when he would disappear with another woman you lost him more and more.

If you only knew what you had done wrong.

You flinched when a soft knock sounds through the room before the door is opened a crack and Jack tucks his head inside.

"So you are up already", he opens the door wider, stepping inside with the question you don't have the energy for to answer.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders, not turning away from the mirror.

Jack exhales and crouches down to his suitcase. "Don't know if you're hungry but I ordered some room service.", he grunts when he stands up again. "Suppose you should get at least coffee into you." A shirt is thrown in your direction and lands next to you on the bed. It's far too big, falling down to your thighs even while sitting down and you look like a child stealing their fathers' clothes.

"Thank you", you mumble, throat still dry and tongue still heavy.

Jack shakes his head, "No worries. Here, take this as well", he said and walks over to the bed with a bottle of water and what is probably an aspirin-both you take gladly.

While you swallow the pill and greedily inhale the cooling water, Jack sits down next to you. He leans back a bit, his hands behind him on the mattress and you wordlessly fall into the offered shoulder, your pounding temple pressed against his collarbone.

"You should talk to him", Jacks voice is low and the words spoken cautious and his left arm curls around your waist as if he knew you were close to jumping up and running away.

"Jack", you sigh his name in a weak form of protest.

He shakes his head again, before laying his chin on yours. "No I mean it. This won't go well if you don't clear the air", the words vibrate through your body.

"I have this under control" A lie. Not even a good one, as evidently proven wrong by the state of you last night.

"Don't lie to me, kid. I had to carry you into and out of the cap because you were so out of it. Not that I don't understand it. Shit, I did far worse stuff when I was in l-", he stops and you freeze.

The unspoken word hangs between you in the air, pressing down on you like a heavy weight.

"Kid-", Jack starts but you stop him, lifting one hand to lay it against his chest.

It's not like you have never talked about Danny with Jack. At first you tried to suppress the feelings slowly growing for the man but two years ago, when they started influencing your driving because you had no one to talk about it, you had confided in Jack. He had been surprisingly calm about the whole situation, not hot-headed as you knew him but maybe that was partly fault of the whole you still winning races and maybe turning up at his hotel room at 3 am with a bottle of whiskey had surprised him more than you spilling your secret.

So yes, Jack knew that you were falling hard for Danny, have been for a while.

"I didn't mean it like that", Salter says.

You sigh, deflating even more into him. "No, it's fine. I know.. I do", you pause, swallowing "I do love him"

The arm around you tightens and you feel Jack tensing up. "I will kill him someday. Fucking around with you like that. Fuck, he should know better" Looking up Jack wears a stony expression, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together.

"He has been in the media business far to long for him to fuck up this hard. And those women he fucks" He raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, huffing out in annoyance. "Every damn press conference, I wait for the question about these women and their looks to drop and then I would love to see what he would do."

"Yeah", you sigh wistfully and turn your head back to the mirror. The next sentence is barely a whisper when you say it: "Why do they all have to be this pretty?"

In the mirror you can see Jack's eyes snap down to you, looking at you in a way that makes you think you missed something crucial and just when you want to ask him what that could be, a sharp knock comes from the door.

"Must be room service", Jack excuses himself, unfolding from you as gently as a man his size can and ruffles your hair. He stands up with another groan and you bite back a smile and a joke about how a man his age shouldn't be out partying this hard and late. There is another knock, knuckles meeting the door in the main room hard and fast, in an urgency that has Jack rolling his eyes. Grumbling to himself he walks out of the bedroom, heading for the door you can see from your place on the bed: "Fucking 5-star hotel and you would think with the money we pay they could wait a minute. Let me get that. You should eat something, and if I don't get ´nother coffee in me soon-"

The rest of the sentence dies on his tongue as he opens the door.

You stay quiet, watching in confusion as Jack's back straightens and one hand curls into a fist that surely wasn't a result of excitement at seeing coffee.

Then you can hear him, the low rasp of his voice, desperate and tired: "Jack, I fucked up. I fucked up hard"

Salter doesn't move an inch. Even when you can see Danny trying to take a step into the room, he squares his shoulders and blocks Danny's way with one hand stemmed against the door frame.

"Don't think you should be here right now", Jack says, a warning tone in his voice that Moore seems to interpret the wrong way.

"Oh, you have a girl in there?", you can hear him and see Jack shaking his head. "Then let me in, please. I need to talk to you about something important and I swear I will fucking explode if I don't"

"Moore-", Jacks voice takes on a low growl.

"No, Jack, I mean it. I fucked up badly. There was this woman last night at the bar, don't know if you remember but-"

"Moore, I don't really care who you pick up. If you need someone to get her out of your room call hotel security"

"No!", frustrated Danny groans. "She didn't stay. Not after what I did. Jack, I really don't want to discuss this standing in this hall! We have enough reporters on us already, don't you think?"

Before you had simply stared out the room, frozen at the sudden confrontation with Danny standing right outside but the mention of the woman, pressed against the bathroom, raking her hands through Dannys hair, her mouth clashing against his, you whimper and lift your legs slowly. Bringing them up to your chest, you wrap your arms around them, hugging yourself as to not break out into tears. You don't find any comfort in the fact that she didn't stay. It's even worse to think that Danny just finds a woman, fucks her and then she leaves him.

You could never leave him.

Not if he gave you the chance but he ripped that away from you before you could find out how his touch would feel.

What was it with these women that they could get his attention, even for just one night, but you were left alone to wonder and dream and hope and suffer?

The next whimper leaving your mouth reaches Jack and just when he whips his head to you, eyes looking you over to make sure you are alright, Danny uses the opportunity to duck under his arm and sneaks into the room.

You freeze up again at the sight of him. He is still wearing the same shirt as yesterday but now it's nowhere near as smooth, it's not even tugged into the black jeans and he looks so disheveled and panicked as he trips over a heel, your heel. Your hand flies to your mouth, trying not to make another sound and draw his attention towards you.

"Jack I need to tell you something and you have to promise me that you let me explain before you try to kill me, alright?", Danny stops, his back to the wide open bedroom door, and you don't dare to blink or move a muscle. You are fixated on his unruffled image, drawn into it by the pure realness of him. Where he normally is perfect, always knows what to say, always knows how to present himself to the public, he is now completely unraveled.

"Danny I swear to god-" Jack groans again. "Get out of here!"

"I can't!", Danny cries out, shifting his weight from one foot to the other "I fucked up. She could already be on her way to whatever newspaper is hearing her out and trust me; any of them will tear into her and then into us. Into me. Into her!"

Instantly, Jack's body language changes and with one swift movement the hotel room door slams close through a shift of his arm. "What the fuck did you do Moore?", he fixates the other man, staring him down and Danny shrinks, hiding between lifted shoulders.

"I said her name," he admits, and the room temperature drops.

Jack's eyes grow hard, his jawline is so tense you are sure his teeth are grinding against each other. You have never seen him this angry. Not this type of anger, anyway.

Jack Salter was hot-headed and was known for losing his temper if some of the male reporters threw some truly disgusting offers your way and a few years back when you'd tried to win your FIA-license and Nicholas Capa had made it his mission to nearly kill you on the track, Jack had been close to punching the arrogant boy in front of everyone at the podium.

This was a new version of his anger and it scares you how calm he seemed.

"You said what?", he asks, lip twitching and head following the question with a shaky movement.

"Her name", Danny moans, "Fuck, I was trying so hard and then I say her bloody name when I'm with another woman. I'm going crazy Jack, she's messing with my head and nothing helps"

Who was he talking about? You nearly break your skull thinking of the woman that Danny Moore had been seen in public within the last few years and while you can remember some names and faces from before the Academy, there were almost no memories of mentions or pictures popping up in the press after that. There have been the women at the bars, of course, but none of them had been with him longer than a night.

"Danny, I don't think we should have this conversation right now", Jack presses, moving towards the door again and his hand is already on the handle, fingers curling around the gold-colored metal when Danny explodes.

"How can you be calm about this, Salter? I bloody moaned our girl's name into the ear of a woman who is probably blabbing to a reporter and I need to talk to her before the press asks her why her mentor is thinking about her when he fucks another woman! I don't give a rat's ass who you have hidden in your bedroom! Tell whoever it is you picked up that you will be back but right now I really need your help finding-"

He turns around and your name falls off his tongue in a breathless stutter as his gaze glides into the bedroom. Onto you, sitting in Jack's bed with Jack's shirt, clinging to your legs in an attempt to calm down your breathing that has quickened up during the last few minutes and has now become quite panicked.

You two stare at each other, you already with tears blurring your vision but you can clearly see Jack rubbing a face over his beard. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, grinding out a: "Well now fuck this", before he pushes past Moore, who is standing still in the middle of the room, the arm he had swung into the direction of the bedroom dropping to his side.

The words are burning themselves into your mind as you stare at him, scorching your skin all the way down into your heart which surely has stopped beating because this can't be real.

Your hands fist themselves into the fabric of the shirt, knuckles becoming white with the strength and while your fingernails press into your palms nearly painfully sharp, you can't stop.

Danny Moore has a look in his face that you can't describe. If you had to try though, you would think of a mixture of absolute shock as he first sees you, morphing into anger, longing, and fear in a speed that not even your cars can achieve. His mouth opens to say something and you beg him with your eyes to please say anything, but he just lets his jaw open and close.

The great Danny Moore. Speechless at the sight of a bit of naked skin and you in Jack's hotel room.

Ironic how much you had wished for most of this.

While you and Danny continue the contest of not breaking away from each other, Jack is cursing and grabbing some stuff like his phone, a watch and the coat hanging over the end of the bedframe. He stalks over to your side of the bed again, taking your chin into his hands when you don't react to him calling your name and forces you gently to look at him. His eyes glide over your face, thumbs swiping away the few tears that have escaped down your cheek.

"You need to tell him", he says quietly to you, holding your face in the large palm of his hand. "You tell him everything and I am sure it will work out, kid. Be brave" Jack presses his forehead against yours before he turns and points a finger at Danny.

"If you do any more stupid shit I will nail you to the ground by your balls, Moore.", the threat has Danny nod, even though his eyes show he has no idea what is going on right now.

With that Jack disappears out of the door and the slam is loud enough that you flinch. The aspirin may have worked but the whole situation has your head hurting again.

You look from the door back to Danny, wincing at the man slowly walks into the bedroom. He stops at the doorstep, his posture unsure and drawn into himself like a mirror of how you are holding up.

You wait with bated breath for him to say what is going on, what he meant before.

He finally opens his mouth again, speaking slowly: "So you and Jack, huh?" and the laugh that leaves you is tinted in agony.

"No", you shake your head. "No, not me and Jack. I just slept here" It's a poor explanation, one that doesn't cover how you had curled into the other man's chest as you cried yourself to sleep. You half-heartily lift your chin and point into the other room. "He slept on the couch"

"Ah", Danny nods and pushes his hands into the pocket of his pants. He seems so unsure, so lost and nothing like the man Nissan prides itself with as marketing manager. No sign of his self-confidence in front of the cameras, just as little of his ability to speak quickly and well articulated in any situation. He is a picture of misery.

You two must make a fantastic looking couple right now. Nissans employee of the month and flagship racer reduced to two lost souls staring at each other in completely inappropriate states and a longing between them that would put Shakespeare's tragedies to shame.

You lose the tight grip on your legs, letting them fall back onto the mattress. "Do you mean it? What you said to Jack."

Dannys face screws up and he raises a hand to run it through the mess that is his hair. "Darling, I didn't want you to hear it like that", he starts and you can hear the apologies creeping their way into the conversation, the attempt he will grap on to deny because you know Danny and you know he will always try to save a situation with what he thinks is easiest rather than what is right.

"But I did", you interrupt him "I did and I want to know if you meant it. Because I really need to hear you say the truth right now" There is a begging edge to the words and you turn, sitting on your knees and pushing your fists into the crumbled-up sheet.

Danny comes closer, one step at a time, working out what to do and what to say. Brown locks fall into his face, eyes directed onto the floor like he can't bring himself to look at you.

But you- you can't look away from him.

He has the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up, his muscles flexing as he sits down carefully and leans forward, elbows on his thighs, hands rubbing over his face. You stare at the collar of the shirt, on the buttons he forgot or just didn't bother with and the skin that is right in your face because of it. There are freckles on his chest, dark stars dusted on his tanned skin, drawing you in in such a mesmerizing way.

His hands move to his hair, once again, raking his fingers through it though it doesn't change a thing. "Darling", he mumbles, focusing on his fingers and picking something nonexistent from his nails, "I have no bloody idea how I should start this, fuck. This shouldn't be how you find out, or what you deserve."

"You can't tell me what I deserve"

"No, but I know it's not me"

He finally looks up, dark chocolate brown eyes locking onto yours. There is a longing in them, one you have seen on pictures of yourself whenever someone captured you staring at Moore at press conferences. One that surely must be reflected in your gaze a well.

You shuffle closer. Close enough that your knees brush against his thigh and he flinches, his head twitching to the other side but one of his hands betrays his effort of holding back. It drops down to your leg and as soon as the warmth of his palm makes contact with your naked skin you gasp. Rough finger pads start moving in circles as you lean into him.

"Is that why you ignored me after the kiss?", you ask, and he nods.

"You deserve another man, a better one. Jeez, look at me." He points at himself, raising an eyebrow that radiates disappointment over himself. "I could be old enough to be your father and when I realized I couldn't have you I picked up women who looked like you. That's not the standard you should go for. You can go for so much better"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to say, about to admit.

"Danny Moore" You lean in closer, the mattress dipping under the weight of both of you so close together and your body nearly topples onto him. You use both of your hands to steady yourself, fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans. "You don't get to kiss me, ignore me and try to replace me", your voice shakes, breath stuttering in beat with the double tempo your heart has taken to beat in.

When Danny looks at you again, there is a smile on his lips. "It was easier than doing the right thing."

"And which would have been?"

"Never stop bloody kissing you"

There is a second in which you simply stare at him, the wonderful and stupid man in front of you and then you kiss him. It's not as gentle as the first one you shared under a field of stars, not like you had imagined it ever since. It's messy and raw, your feelings pouring out of your mouth in desperate kisses and Danny answers. His hands find your waist under the shirt, holding onto you as he kisses you back and your eyes flutter close as his lips move against you in such a perfect way.

Both of you know you need to talk, need to figure out how to move on from this point- not right now though.

Right now you just give into the longing, the yearning, the hope blossoming in just the right circumstances.

And the Sehnsucht in your heart explodes, soars as it finally finds what it has been looking for.

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