#constructors bis

[stardustdiver]

the br kids have forgotten their stw roots 😔

TBH that might even thiner they avrage

[chilling-seavey]

The Silver Arrows (gr63 + nr6)

↳ A/N: I am so excited to announce that I have written this fic as part of my first ever participation in a writing fest! Rare Pair Fest gave me the perfect 'excuse' to write the fic that had been marinating in the back of my mind for weeks and although it was hard to keep it under wraps, I can finally reveal it to you all!

↳ Disclaimer: I am so sorry for this Lewis Hamilton/Brocedes erasure just to satisfy my own fantasy…I respect you and all your accomplishments, Lewis, this is just for writing purposes for this one fic, I swear. Additionally, Nico is not married in this specific timeline; I cannot stomach writing him being unfaithful to lovely Vivian.

↳ Written For: @rarepairfest || Read on AO3

↳ Summary: Abu Dhabi 2016 ends with the high of Nico's World Championship win. Out of everyone in the world, only George knows that Nico plans to retire now that he's won the title. On their last night as teammates, they decide to celebrate the end of an era properly.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Teammate Nico Roseberg x F1 Grid Girl (Nameless)

↳ Word Count: 22.6k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, mmf threesome, George is bi-curious (with arguably internalized homophobia) and his teammate helps him explore, oral sex (m and f receiving), nipple play, spanking, dirty talk, very minor degradation ("slut"), begging, rimming, anal fingering, cum play, anal sex, vaginal sex, George cries from pleasure, use of condoms.

The grid at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix was buzzing with excitement for the last race of the 2016 season. Twenty-two cars were lined up in their grid boxes with mechanics and team members fluttering around them, working between the plethora of lucky fans who weaved their way through, donning VIP passes around their necks. The busiest section of the grid, unsurprisingly, was the front row, where two silver Mercedes W07s were lined up and prepped to perfection. 

The Mercedes Formula 1 team was a force to be reckoned with ever since they took the Constructors title from Red Bull’s domination two years earlier. Since then, Mercedes had been at the top of their game in car after car that was virtually unbeatable. The engineering of such a beast was the talk of the sport but their impressive driver lineup was partially to thank too; without skilled drivers, their car wouldn’t be half as impressive to watch. 

Nico Rosberg, just thirty-one years of age and starting from the second spot on the grid at the aforementioned Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, had been Mercedes’ pride and joy for six years. Despite consistently being a top contender during Mercedes’ dominant era in the last two years, he had always fallen just short of claiming the coveted World Champion title, narrowly outpaced by the likes of Sebastian Vettel and Daniel Ricciardo, respectfully. Heading into the final race of 2016, however, Nico held a narrow twelve-point lead in the Drivers’ Championship. Everything was on the line.

The driver breathing down his neck in the standings was none other than his teammate, George Russell. At twenty-six, George’s journey in Formula 1 had begun modestly with Williams, where he honed his skills and captured the eye of Mercedes who soon scouted him as their second driver. He joined the elite team just as they began their first season of success—a success many credited to George’s arrival. Though he had yet to claim a World Title, he was just twelve points shy of his teammate in the lead. What he wouldn’t give to beat his more experienced counterpart and snatch that Championship trophy before him. 

There was no doubt that Nico and George were incredible teammates; arguably a pairing of an era. Both were fierce and strongly skilled competitors on the track but also got along incredibly well off track. Nico took George under his wing from the beginning, sharing in their history at Williams and helping to mould the development of their beloved Mercedes together. They were friendly with each other but, like the mindset of every Formula 1 racing driver, once they were in the car, it was every man for himself. 

George stood outside his car, his focused gaze lingering on the bold red ‘6’ on his teammate’s car a few paces back from his as he fastened up his white race suit and made sure the wires and cords were in place. Nico was already in the car as the second passed towards the race start, helmet on and speaking to one of his mechanics who was leaning over the car into the cockpit. Tearing his eyes away with dire need to focus on his own race, George pulled up the headband from around his neck to secure it around the crown of his head to keep his hair out of his face, before taking his balaclava from the team member beside him. 

Then, he was glancing at the young woman standing in front of his car, donning a purple dress and red beret, her gaze almost distant. He gave her a discreet once over before speaking to her, his words unintelligible. 

She hadn’t anticipated being spoken to, especially not over the roar of the machinery and the twenty-two cars being started up, and so she leaned in a little towards him, “Sorry?”

George leaned in too with a small smile, speaking a little louder, “I said, your feet must hurt in those shoes.”

She glanced down at her ridiculously high heels then back up at him with a smile of her own, “It’s okay. I can lean my weight on this.”

She lifted the long metal dowel she had been holding onto, the sign secured at the top and reading RUSSELL 63 in bold type. The job of a grid girl wasn’t difficult (and arguably not important, either, in the grand scheme of things) but it paid sufficient money and she silently deemed herself quite lucky to have been assigned to the young and handsome George Russell for the season; always the one to be holding his sign in front of his car before every race. 

Most of the grid girls weren’t acknowledged by their drivers and they were all strictly told to not speak unless spoken to so their shifts of standing and holding a sign were quite tiresome. George, however, always at least said hello to his assigned grid girl and, the odd time, shared a brief, surface level conversation. He was humble and kind and it always made her feel welcome in a grid riddled with men, or so he had hoped.

George pulled his helmet on over his balaclava and then climbed into his car, donned with the number 63 in brilliant sky blue against the silver livery. His team helped him get situated, hurrying to make sure everything was in order as the seconds ticked by. The crews started to move off the grid and that meant so did the grid girls. George was already intensely focused in his car so he didn’t even notice her slip away with her sign. She was used to it, going about undetected. It was her job to stand there quietly, after all, not to be his friend.

The grid girls made their way through the empty pitlane and into the large building that divided the circuit from the paddock. A perk of the job was getting to watch the races from the private Formula 1 VIP balcony and there, the girls gathered just as the formation lap came to an end. Twenty-two cars lined back up in their grid boxes to await the green flag at, subsequently, the illumination of the five red lights. 

The engines rumbled from the cars, waiting patiently as the lights turned on slowly, one by one. George’s hands tightened on his wheel, staring up at them through his visor with nothing on his mind but to drive. Everything else fell away once he got in that car. He had a one track mind. 

The five lights went out and he slammed his foot down on the throttle, tearing off from the first place line ahead of his counterparts and keeping his place. He cut into the first corner, keeping back his teammate with practiced ease and staying firmly in first. George let out a breath. Inhale, exhale. He just had to bring it home.

George drove a brilliant race; keeping his lead through all fifty-five laps without a single mistake. He knew it was yet another flawless race to add to his ever growing collection—another trophy to make room for on his shelf—but he knew it wasn’t enough. No matter how great of a race he achieved that day, his World Championship rested on the faults of his teammate. And his teammate was virtually faultless. 

George led Nico past the checkered flag, ahead by only half of a second. As the two Mercedes crossed the line, fireworks erupted above the Yas Marina Circuit, bringing them home beneath sparks of pyrotechnics. As George slowed into his cool down lap, all he could hear was the roar of his car and the raggedness of his breathing, grounded by his racing heart thudding in his ears and an evil pit of disappointment churning in his stomach. 

On his left, the identical car of his teammate met his pace and George raised a gloved hand out of his cockpit in a congratulatory thumbs up. Nico offered the same sentiment in return; and his hand was almost quivering with adrenaline. Just as Max Verstappen’s Red Bull and Sebastian Vettel’s Ferrari pulled up on either side of Nico for their own congratulations, George looked back to the road ahead to bring his car safely back to the team.

The radio in his earpiece crackled to life and his engineer spoke to him, “Amazing drive, amazing season, George. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

George pressed the button on his steering wheel to reply, keeping his answer polite and genuine and as void of the storm of emotions within him, “Yep. Thanks, guys. The whole team…everyone at the factory…everyone watching at home. What a season. Congrats to Nico. Onto 2017.”

Once parked in parc ferme, George went about the routine of getting out of his car without much thought. His mind felt like it was full of static, a jumble of emotions that he couldn’t quite work out in his hazy mixture of adrenaline and disappointment. On the other side of the pitwall, he could hear the roar of Nico’s Mercedes doing celebratory burnouts on the straight, clouds of smoke of burnt rubber rising from the asphalt and into the night sky. 

George greeted his team over the metal fences, sharing hugs and pats in congratulations on his most impressive season to date. George knew he drove an impressive season and he knew Nico was just slightly better, but it didn’t make the sting of watching his dream slip through his fingers yet again any easier. 

It was a blur for Nico, too, in his own way as he shared hugs of camaraderie with a few of his fellow drivers who came to congratulate him, barely recognizing who was who with how intense everything felt in that moment. Despite his internal battle as the pain of being runner-up settled uncomfortably in his heart, George met his teammate in the middle of parc ferme and gave him a congratulatory embrace, giving him a pat on the back and to his helmet. Through Nico’s open visor, George could see the crinkles by his eyes with how big he was smiling.

George headed into the FIA building and up the stairs to the cooldown room, his helmet and gloves in hand. The hallway was lined with the grid girls in their matching outfits and ridiculous heels, applauding for the top three, and he passed by them without another glance, still far too in his mind to think of manners at that moment. But, when he walked by that one familiar face just before reaching the door, she sent him a smile more genuine than the plastered on ones her counterparts wore. He smiled faintly at her in return and slipped into the cooldown room. 

He set his sky blue helmet and matching gloves on the P1 pedestal and took the water bottle instead, unscrewing the gap and taking a lengthy sip to cool (and calm) down. Sebastian was already in there and he drifted over to George for a pat on the shoulder and a congratulations on his win and successful season. George tried to accept it with a smile but even he knew it must have fallen a little flat. In return, the well-versed five-time Champion offered him some brief words of wisdom that were drowned out by the influx of cheering coming from the hallway.

Nico came nearly bounding into the room, still donning his helmet and knee pads, embracing team members as he went. Lingering to the side with his water bottle, George watched as Nico took off his helmet and balaclava and set it aside to finally breathe, his blonde hair matted across his forehead and sticking up in all directions with sweat. George was sure his hair was no better and he turned back to the pedestal to take his Pirelli 1st Place Cap and put it on. 

From behind him, Nico’s hands rested on his shoulders, giving him a little excitable shake to grab his attention. George turned around and Nico’s infectious smile had George’s bitter edge softening a little and he found his own lips turning up in the corners. Then, behind the explosions of fireworks and the noise of celebration muted through the windows of the cooldown room and the lively chatter from the hallway, Nico spoke in a lowered voice meant just for him, “Couldn’t have done it without you. Next year; yours.”

The honesty in Nico’s words hit him straight in the chest and George just stood there for a moment as his elder teammate—and, in the same breath, his mentor—gave him another pat on the shoulder. George stood and watched him for just a moment as he drifted away to speak with someone else, letting the meaning behind his statement settle on his conscience. Out of everyone in that room and, really, everyone in the world, only George knew the secret that Nico carried. 

He was going to retire. 

He confided in George that the season he won his World Championship would be the season he would announce his retirement from Formula 1.

With the adrenaline from the race diminishing and the reminder of how much George had accomplished under Nico’s wing, his momentary jealousy fell to pieces at his feet. Nico had meant so much to him over his career; even from his awkward beginnings at Williams and Mercedes Juniors…it had always been Nico who helped to mold him into the record breaking racer he was that day. To think they had just raced their last race together suddenly felt incredibly solemn. 

George’s feet carried him across the room to where Nico and Sebastian were talking animatedly, sharing in their joy and excitement. The sight of him had Nico slinging an arm around his shoulders—having to raise up on his toes slightly to do so, however—and pulled his younger, lanky teammate closer, contorting him into a weird hunch. 

“You’re a good rival, Georgie.” Nico teased lightheartedly. “Giving me grey hairs early and everything.”

Sebastian smiled between the two in their matching white and teal race suits as he sipped his water.

“Some might say I learned from the best but I’d have no clue who they’d mean.” George shrugged sarcastically, earning him Nico’s fist rubbing playfully at the top of his head. George slunk out from under his arm and gave his shoulder a shove, the two of them sharing lingering grins. 

The post-race interviews and podium celebration went by in a blur for George. He hardly recalled lifting his first place trophy in the air or speaking to Coulthard about his feelings on the race and the season in front of the crowds, but, if nothing else, the shower of sparkling cider that was sprayed in his face by the hands of his teammate snapped him back into it. It would be their last podium shared and George was determined to make the most of it; drenching Nico in sticky expensive bubbly.

He and Sebastian shared the responsibility of pouring the remainder of their bottles into Nico’s mouth, the newest World Champion tilting his head back to catch the bubbling streams of liquid until it was cascading down his chin and his neck and soaking his race suit even more. George tried not to stare, not wanting the cameras to pick up on the fact that he was trying not to engrave the sight in his mind.

And then it was done. Trophies were carried off the podium and empty bottles were passed aside and media duties down in the paddock were completed routinely. George went through the motions like any other race despite the fact that he kept finding himself nearly glued to Nico’s side like he was his damn trophy-wife. He didn’t mean to look so pathetic, trailing alongside his World Champion teammate—whom he had four inches on; making his shadowing all the more ridiculous looking—through their post-race routines, but Nico didn’t bat an eye. He always liked George and was more than happy to accept his company on what only they knew would be their last race together. George was special to him.

They shared the excitement in the Mercedes garage where the team was spraying more champagne and hugs were going around from person to person. Even George got his fair share of hugs for a successful season and, of course, for helping achieve yet another Constructors Championship for Mercedes. Amongst all the chaos, George ended up in the striking quiet of the paddock out the back of the garage for a moment to breathe, leaving Nico to his conversations with nosy news outlets shoving microphones in his face. 

George’s ears were ringing a little from the noise of the evening from the screaming of the crowds and the explosions of the fireworks, most of the paddock having either gone home or were busy in their associated garages to pack up from the end of the season. He rested back against the wall and took a cleansing breath, staring up into the inky night sky above Abu Dhabi and the waving palm branches along the strip. 

The sound of a door opening had him turning his head to the side, watching as a group of grid girls came walking out of the building, back in their street clothes and chatting together. He stayed where he was, illuminated by the lights along the back of the Mercedes building, his eyes lingering on the one familiar presence amongst the small crowd. As if sensing his stare, she met his gaze and they shared a small smile. George cocked his head to call her over. 

She parted ways with her colleagues, sharing end-of-season hugs and promising to stay in touch, and as they headed for the exit of the paddock, she made her way over to George. She hiked her bag higher on her shoulder, falling to a stop in front of him.

“Hey,” George pushed himself away from the wall a little to stand in front of her. 

“Hey, race winner.” she smiled fondly, her voice a warm polite drawl. 

George shrugged, “Race winner is nothing compared to what I could have had today.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” she tutted, “Five points difference is almost entirely unheard of; you’re an incredibly impressive racer. This season was no more than a matter of chance at the end of it, really. Next year I’m sure you got him.” 

“Yeah, well…” George faded out. His mind went back to the fact that he would have a new teammate next year, no longer sharing the highs and lows with Nico. It wasn’t his news to share and yet he really desperately wanted to tell her; to tell someone. 

There was a pause between them. 

George changed the subject slightly, “Are you coming back for next season?”

“Yeah, I hope so.” she replied, “Will you put in a good word for me?”

“You know I will.” George smiled honestly, his big blue eyes lingering on her. He added a flirty, “I want first choice for the most beautiful girl on the grid after all.”

“Oh really?” she flushed modestly, playing it off with a light tut. 

“Yeah, really.” answered George with ease, “I think it’d look entirely wrong to have you out there holding any other driver’s number other than mine.”

“All I’m hearing is confirmation of the rumour that Formula 1 drivers are selfish.” she teased with a playful smile. 

George laughed out loud, a warm, genuine sound that filled the night air in their momentary privacy. He was still in his racesuit and damp from champagne, his 1st place Pirelli cap still on his head and hiding his mess of cider-drenched hair. In the artificial illumination of the paddock under the night sky, he almost glistened, and the slight flush of his cheeks appeared extra rosy against his fair skin. 

His brief laughter at her tease faded and the two of them just stared at each other a moment, as if memorizing one another. It wasn’t new, him staring at her. Most of the time he only really saw her when he was busy preparing for a race and she was stationed at the front of his car with his sign, but, in the odd times where nothing else held his attention, he always enjoyed staring at her. The fact that she always stared right back was almost thrilling, sending his heart doing somersaults in his chest. 

After a moment, she broke their shared silence first, “Winter break is going to be painfully long.”

George’s lips turned up a little at the corners, as if easily understanding the underlying meaning behind her statement and sharing in its sentiment, “Incredibly so.” 

“You know—” she started. 

At the same time, George spoke too, “I wasn’t sure if—”

The two of them shared soft laughter at the synchronization and then she gestured to him to speak first. 

“I was just going to say,” George cleared his throat, staring into her eyes like he always did when he spoke to someone, “I wasn’t sure if you’re living in the Monaco area but I wouldn’t mind maybe grabbing a coffee or something together over the break?”

Her eyes widened at his offer, taking by slight surprise, “Oh. I mean…yeah. Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

George’s face relaxed, “Yeah?”

Just then, the back door opened and out came Nico, surprisingly alone. He let out a heavy breath and stalked over to the pair of them, clapping his hand to George’s shoulder with that smile that hadn’t seemed to leave his face since the checkered flag. 

“Hey, what’s going on out here?” he greeted.

George offered him a polite smile, hiding the slight swell in his heart at the sight of his beloved teammate, “Nothing. Just chatting.”

Nico glanced between you both and then sent George a pointed glance, “Just chatting? You’ve got a beautiful girl in front of you and you’re just talking about, what, the weather?”

“No,” she cut in with a casual statement, all without taking your eyes off George in front of her, even as Nico glanced your way, “he’s been a pretty good flirt too.”

Nico’s face contorted into an expression of amused pride and he looked back at his teammate, giving George’s shoulder a squeeze, “Oh, really now?”

George let out a breathy chuckle, pushing a hand through his hair, “I wouldn’t say flirting. Just...friendly conversation.”

“Friendly, huh?” Nico teased, his grin widening, tightening his hand on George’s shoulder, “Well, I’ve seen your every-day version of friendly, and let me just say, it’s not half as charming as what I just walked in on.”

She laughed softly, the warm atmosphere between the three of them feeling effortless, “He is always incredibly charming.”

“I should have known you’d be good at this, Georgie.” Nico badgered with a voice thick with friendly teasing, “Always a smooth talker when it counts.”

George chuckled softly, his smile returning to its usual confident charm without taking his eyes off the young woman in front of them, “I dunno, I’m still trying to figure out just how to properly impress her.”

Nico smirked, leaning in just a little closer to his counterpart with his hand squeezing his shoulder, his voice dropping to a lower, almost conspiratorial tone, “Well, you might want to do more than talk. You know, it’s the actions that really do it.”

She couldn’t help the slightly nervous laugh that slipped from her lips at what the older man was implying; her hand raising to cover her mouth and she turned her face away to hide her amusement. George was thankful that at least that way she would not have to face the crimson that was inching across his cheeks at the same time. Nico only grinned and gave George’s shoulder a jostle. 

Then, he was speaking, “Right, so what do you two say we keep this little party going? I was thinking about having a little private celebration back at my apartment if you both would be interested. I’m flying back to Monaco tonight and you’re welcome to join me. Celebrate the right way, yeah? Just us. What do you think?”

George exchanged a quick glance with her, a shared look of intrigue and curiosity. His heart leapt into his throat: a private celebration…just them. When he didn’t see any hints of doubt on her face, he turned back to Nico with a slight nod, “That sounds good.”

“Great,” Nico said with that handsome smile of his, “I have to wrap up some things here but let’s meet at the hangar at 10:00.”

“10 is good.” George nodded in agreement. 

“‘Sounds good’, ‘ten is good’; everything is good to you tonight.” Nico laughed teasingly, far too excitable to have much of a filter, and gave George’s bicep a squeeze as he stepped away. “See you then.”

As Nico disappeared inside, George turned to her with a soft smile, his voice quieter now, trying not to let the hints of trepidation appear, “Well, looks like we’re in for an interesting night.”

She smiled back and George could have sworn he saw a sparkle in her eye as she replied, “I’d say so.”

George was definitely not a virgin, he would have that known, thank you. He had a handful of girlfriends in his twenty-six years and plenty of blurry one-night stands or the odd repeat no-strings-attached connection—the joys that came with a Formula 1 career, really—and he prided himself on his well-trained collection of sexual experiences over the last decade. Sure, the beginning few were memories he kept locked away but he had definitely grown and, not to be cocky or anything, but he was sure his recent few partners in passing would gladly speak to his skills. 

Despite the double-digit body count he held in his back pocket, sitting in Nico Rosberg’s Monaco penthouse that Monday night, George suddenly felt incredibly inexperienced. He had shared his teammate’s private jet back to the Principality, went home just long enough for a quick sleep and shower and shave, before finding himself sitting on the expensive white sofa in the living room. 

Nico was across the room, pouring drinks at the silver bar cart, still buzzing off of his day-old Championship win and talking excitedly about this or that, his voice almost echoing in the spacious apartment. George bit his tongue from reminding him that technically he wasn’t World Champion until the formal awards’ ceremony in a fortnight; who was he to deny his comrade his excitement after he had been so kind and taken him under his wing for years.

On George’s right, his grid girl was sitting beside him in a modest floral dress with her hair done and a light face of makeup, resting on the couch where his arm was draped over the back. He could smell her perfume with how close she was and he kept catching himself glancing between her and Nico like he didn’t know where to look. She was listening politely to Nico’s ramblings, pitching into conversation where she could and seeming to fit in just fine with the two of them. George might have been a bit in awe of her for that. 

It wasn’t unheard of for some of the grid girls to be invited to parties with the drivers and even to spark up hushed relationships with them here and there. Some of her colleagues spoke in whispers about their own thrilling one-night-only stories that had her sworn to secrecy; so once she found herself sitting in the multi-million euro penthouse with not one but both handsome Mercedes drivers, she felt a little out of her depth.

Naturally, she shifted a little closer to George’s side, marginally so. He noticed, stealing a glance her way, and his arm around the back of the couch dropped a little closer, just enough to brush his fingertips over her shoulder and the light fabric of her dress. He hadn’t realized how captivating her profile was until then, really taking a moment to stare at her in the cozy light of the living room and the orange-hues of the setting sun over the skyline.

Nico, finally finishing pouring the drinks, flashed a cheeky grin as he turned back toward the two of them with the three crystal glasses balanced in his hands, “Alright, I’m thinking we all need to toast to this incredible season.”

He came over to the couch and she and George took their glasses from him with soft thanks. Nico then sat on George’s other side, sandwiching him between them both, thighs touching. George scuffed the toe of his socked foot along the hardwood chevron floor as he shifted in place and raised his hand to meet in the middle to clink glasses. 

From his left, Nico announced, “To two championship wins, being the best damn team in the sport for the third year running, and to George carrying on the Mercedes domination for years to come.”

George could feel the young woman’s eyes glancing between them at that last sentiment but no one spoke to it. Instead, they shared fleeting notes of agreement and clinked their crystal glasses together before taking a sip of their drinks. The momentary silence stretched on for a moment before Nico leaned forward, setting his glass down on the coffee table with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know,” he began, his voice laced with amusement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen George this quiet in my life.”

The young woman laughed softly, glancing at George, “Really? He seems pretty comfortable to me.”

Nico smirked and lounged back on the couch himself alongside them both, “Oh, he’s comfortable, alright. Too comfortable, if you ask me. Georgie here normally never shuts up. He only gets like this when he’s got something—or someone—on his mind.”

George groaned, already feeling the heat in his cheeks, “Blimey, mate, do you ever stop?”

“Not when I’m right,” Nico shot back, winking past him to the woman on his other side, sharing in the moment of playful banter, “and judging by the way you’ve been sitting so close to her since the second you sat down, I’d say I’m right on the money.”

Where others might have been passive in the private company of two Formula 1 drivers, this young woman refused to back down, meeting Nico’s teasing gaze with a smirk of her own, “Maybe he’s quiet because you haven’t allowed him a word in otherwise since we got here.”

“Oh, she’s quick,” Nico declared with a playful grimace and a playful scoff. 

George shook his head at his ridiculousness, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest and with another sip of his liquid courage, he wanted to see just how much he could push this. So he turned to the woman on his right, his voice quieter but no less playful, “I think he’s just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Nico echoed, feigning offense, “I don’t get jealous…I have no need to get jealous. I’m just...invested in my teammate’s happiness, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied effortlessly, taking another sip of your drink, “and how exactly do you plan to ensure his happiness?”

Nico leaned back in his spot, his smirk taking on a more wicked edge, “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

She leaned in, prying a little further, “Perhaps ideas that tie into your toast of ‘George carrying on the Mercedes domination’?”

George and Nico exchanged glances as if debating if they were going to bring up the secret that only they knew. George knew it wasn’t his place to speak so he let the silence linger for only Nico to fill it how he saw fit. Finally, after a beat, Nico’s eyes softened under the lingering stare of his younger teammate and he looked back over at her. 

“Well,” he began with a breath, his voice steady but tinged with gravity, “between us three here, I’ve made a decision. After the awards ceremony this year, I’m retiring. I won’t be back in Formula 1 next season.”

George’s eyes flickered to the young woman to gauge her reaction, watching how her eyebrows raised and her mouth fell open slightly. She blinked once, twice, and then, “Oh. Wow. That’s…a big decision.”

Nico chuckled warmly and clapped a hand on George’s shoulder proudly, “Yeah. I’ll be passing the reins on to my very capable mentee here. So, I thought tonight could be a celebration of sorts—of everything we’ve accomplished together and our final season as teammates. One last hurrah.”

“That’s...huge,” she said finally, leaning back slightly as if giving the moment the space it deserved, “I mean, congratulations, of course, but it’s hard to imagine Formula 1 without you, Nico.”

“Yes, it will be an adjustment but it feels right.” Nico shrugged, glancing back at George who was already staring at him unwaveringly, big blue eyes almost unblinking. Nico was used to his teammate’s intense gaze, and he reached over to gently nudge George’s cheek with a friendly smile, trying to bring the mood back to where it had been. “Enough of the heavy stuff now. How about this celebration?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” George asked, trying to keep his voice at an even tone so as to not expose the anticipation of the unknown that was bubbling up inside him. 

“Well,” Nico reached forward to pick up his glass again, always such an expert at playing it cool, “I was thinking we could move somewhere a bit more comfortable…a little bit more intimate to kick this up a notch. What do we think?”

George’s mind raced as the unspoken invitation settled over them. His heart warred with itself—one part of him burning with curiosity and a longing he hadn’t dared name, and the other whispering that this wasn’t who he was. At least, not who he thought he was supposed to be. He glanced at the woman with them to gauge her reaction, surprised to see the intrigued smile on her face and the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Without a word she nodded in agreement and then met George’s gaze to hear his thoughts. 

Now both she and Nico were looking at him expectantly, and George didn’t know what to do. He had wanted to take her out properly first—have a real date, ease into something meaningful—before suddenly jumping into bed with her. And for a threeway at that. Yet the thrill it held, the lack of barriers or awkward first-date conversations, was tempting.

And then there was Nico.

George’s gaze flickered to his mentor, his friend, the man who had guided him through the ranks of Formula 1. Nico was everything George had aspired to be—brilliant, charismatic, unshakably confident. George had admired him since his awkward, gangly teenage years, staring up at the podium where Nico stood as the rising star. He couldn’t deny that he always knew Nico was attractive but he never let himself think anything more of that; their shared ice baths or training sessions were simply professional and he was very good at putting things out of his head when he needed to. 

Oh, God, he had truly pushed so much out of his mind over the years: so much he didn’t want to burden Nico with—hell, burden himself with. Now, George was trapped between a beautiful woman and a gorgeous man with the offer of exploring more without complications or judgment dangling right in front of him. Was he really considering this? 

For a fleeting second, his old instincts kicked in, the ones that had always whispered to him to stay safe, stay predictable. But then Nico smiled at him—warm and encouraging—and the last of his resistance unraveled. He knew he’d be absolutely stupid to decline. Besides, deep down he must have been prepared for this offer in some way based on how thoroughly he showered before coming over. 

Fuck it.

The plush king size bed sank dreamily under George’s weight as he settled on the edge of the mattress. His eyes followed Nico’s movements as his mentor set his half-empty crystal glass on the nightstand with a dull clink, his navy button up already unbuttoned twice from the top. George wasn’t sure when he had done that but, regardless, now he found his eyes lingering on the pale triangle of exposed skin beneath the jewel toned fabric of his shirt. 

He was torn from his thoughts by a gentle hand on his shoulder and, from behind him, his gorgeous grid girl leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. She gave his shoulder a squeeze as she settled in place on the bed beside him, draping herself against his body and nosing at his earlobe. From only the fleeting touches but with the promise of more dangling in the weighted tension in the room, George could feel his cock twitch in his slacks in anticipation. 

Nico finished their trio on the girl’s other side, the two men eyeing her up as she settled between them. Almost like he were an experienced pro in more than just motorsports, Nico’s hand gravitated to her thigh and just up under the hem of her floral dress. George’s eyes were locked on the subtle movement, watching the way goosebumps rose over her smooth skin under the ghostly touch of Nico’s slender fingers. Nothing had even happened yet and George was already feeling his heart racing hard in his chest. 

“You look so nervous, George.”

Nico’s sudden statement had George’s attention snapping up from the girl’s lap to his teammate’s smirking face. He was sure he looked a mess, flushed cheeks and all. It was getting harder to hide the intrigue that he was once so good at pushing to the back of his mind. 

“First threesome?”

George chucked faintly, trying to brush off the hints of uncertainty and anticipation brewing inside him without showing just how much out of his depth he really was, “Something like that.”

“We’ll take it slow,” Nico promised in a breath, his voice warm and low and comforting. 

His hand slid farther along the inside of the beautiful woman’s thigh and her attention was drawn to him, pulled in by his alluring presence that even George couldn’t fault her for. Nico was, in all senses of the term, completely captivating. The woman between them was no less than beautiful herself and George had accepted that realization since the first few races of the season when she was assigned as his Grid Girl. Now, looking between them as the two beautiful figures stared at each other with a shared tension of desire blossoming between them, George didn’t know who to focus on more. 

Thankfully, he didn’t have to grapple with that decision for long because they both then leaned in to share a tentative kiss between them. George’s heart leapt into his throat, watching as she and Nico eased into lingering kisses that filled the quiet bedroom with the soft sounds of their lips meeting and parting. With an instinctual lick to his lips, George watched the connection of their mouths and the lock of their lips, how they moved together like some effortless dance. 

Her laugh was sweet and low against his lips and George could see Nico smile into it as his hand raised to cradle the side of her face. They were a vision George couldn’t look away from, taking in every atom of their connection like he wanted them engraved in his brain so he could still see them when he closed his eyes. He caught himself lingering on Nico’s profile a little longer, taking in the flex of his jaw and the lines of his face as he kissed the beautiful woman in front of him. In his hazy mind, George wasn’t sure if he wanted to be Nico or be the one he was kissing like that. 

Forcing the thought aside, George shuffled a little closer to the pair and let his hand rest against her thigh, gently caressing just beneath the hem of her dress. Despite the uncertainty of the situation, George had gone through the rhythms before; well versed in touching and pleasuring women. The goosebumps that rose over her thigh as his fingers played with her skin were a hint of proof and the way her breath hitched as his fingers slid farther along her inner thigh sealed the confirmation. 

She pulled away from Nico’s lips and turned her head towards George, easily taking him in for a just as needy kiss. George groaned lowly as he met her pace, eyes fluttering shut to melt into it as he tasted her mouth for the first time after a season of dreaming about it. Perhaps, if he was delusional enough, he would claim he tasted Nico’s mouth on her tongue. Maybe that’s just what he told himself. 

With the ever-present awareness that Nico was watching them, George put on his best efforts, helping himself to her mouth with his tongue until she was whining into his sloppy kiss. Nico’s hands slid around her back and unzipped her dress and, without breaking away from George, she let the floral fabric fall down her arms. 

She wasn’t wearing a bra and almost immediately, the older man’s greedy hand went right to her chest, pinching one of her hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger. Nico had a sly grin over his handsome face, watching the way her skin pebbled under his touch before he was dipping down to take her nipple in his mouth. 

She broke away from George with a sweet smile and a little gasp, leaning back onto her hands to stare down at the way he sucked on her breast and slicked her up in his spit. George watched his teammate’s mouth work on her just as intently while his hand tugged at the  bunched up fabric of her dress around her waist to encourage her to lift her hips so he could take it off of her. She complied obediently and the dress was discarded to the floor. 

The rustling of sheets, of clothes, the panting of breaths, and the landing of wet kisses over slowly exposed skin; the bedroom was a flurry of rising passion. The trio ended up moving more to the centre of the bed, the woman’s lips being shared between the two men as they stripped down until the three were only left in their underwear. She was framed by two handsome, well built, athletic men, urging her hands to touch all over them, wherever she could reach. Despite her attention, George’s eyes kept flicking over her to Nico.

He looked so casual like he had been doing things like this all his life, busy tending to the beautiful woman between them with his lips on her neck and making her expression fall into withering pleasure with ease. George took his hand from between her legs, fingertips faintly slick from the dampness that saturated her panties, and, in a fit of bravery, reached his hand out to rest on Nico’s bare knee. The man didn’t even flinch, still licking and sucking at the woman’s neck. 

George slid his hand up higher, feeling the faint hair and firm muscle of Nico’s thigh under his damp fingertips. He caressed his skin slowly, timidly, testing the waters and the limits. He felt so wrong for doing that, as if at any moment, his teammate was going to pull away from his ministrations and tell him off. But he didn’t. In fact, George could have sworn he saw him spread his legs a little wider on the bed to permit him closer. 

The gorgeous woman giggled, watching George’s hesitation. With a brave hand, she took his wrist and pulled his hand across her lap and right to the front of Nico’s snug briefs. George nearly choked on his spit, eyes bulging out of his head as he stared at his hand on Nico’s crotch. He could feel the shape of his dick through his briefs, the warmth of him, the thickness. 

George swallowed, trying not to think about the fact that he was nearly salivating.  

“Is he hard already?” she asked in a purr, interrupting his short-circuiting mind as she pushed her hand through his hair. 

George licked his lips, watching his hand timidly rub the obvious bulge beneath the thin fabric, barely managing out a, “Yeah…getting there.”

Nico pulled away from her neck with a playful smile, directing to the group, “We’re getting nice and acquainted now, aren’t we?” 

His eyes were on George’s next, a storm in his irises that had the younger teammate’s stomach flipping with unspoken anticipation, and his smile still ever present on his face. Nico licked and bit his kiss-swollen lips as George palmed him warmly over his underwear, letting out a small hum of approval at the friction. George pressed his hand down a little harder, feeling the way Nico’s cock twitched and his hips bucked up ever so slightly against his touch. His lips parted in near awe. 

The woman’s dainty fingers pushed through George’s hair again and scratched gently at the nape of his neck, pulling a small groan from his throat, his eyelids fluttering dreamily. He felt like he was dreaming; a wonderful, pinch-yourself kind of dream…and nothing that noteworthy had even happened yet. Then suddenly, he wasn’t quite sure who exactly made the first move, but Nico’s underwear was coming off and he was settling himself back against the upholstered headboard entirely nude.

Nico’s dick was impressively average. The thought had George almost laughing out loud with the irony of it all; Nico Rosberg, Mercedes’ Golden Boy, Formula 1 World Drivers’ Champion, a man larger than life itself, had a perfectly standard cock. Oh, how to humanize the man he had put on a pedestal for so long. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that and, even still, George found himself craving him more than ever. It was getting harder to push those thoughts to the back of his brain and hide them under forgotten memories. 

George watched as the girl crawled her way up Nico’s outstretched legs and leaned over him for a sloppy kiss. Her lacy hot pink thong was nestled between her cheeks and George’s eyes lingered on the curve of her ass and the flesh of her hips and the slight arch of her back. His hand reached out to drag down her spine, feeling each soft bump of her vertebrae until he reached her tailbone and then caressed his warm palm over the shape of her ass. She pulled away from Nico’s lips and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she glanced back at George, giving him a sly smile and a little wiggle.

“You can spank it, if you want.” she told him. 

Nico’s fingers threaded through her free flowing hair to brush it out of her face absentmindedly, his attention drawn back to George who lifted his hand just enough to drop it back down against her ass with a sharp smack. Her soft gasp was almost erotic in itself and George let himself squeeze the blushing flesh of her ass in his greedy hand. Then, without another word, she was moving down Nico’s body, kissing down his chest and faint abs and settling herself between his legs. 

“Perhaps we should start off with our World Champion?” she purred.

George tried to ignore how that simple sentence sent a plethora of emotions through his mind and heart—a reminder he wasn’t World Champion and a reminder that he wasn’t either giving or receiving. Perhaps he would do well with some watching to start off. 

So, George shifted forward on the bed for a better view as she teased her tongue along the length of Nico’s dick all while her siren eyes stared up at him. She took him in one hand, helping to smear the tip against her spitty lips before finally taking the head in her mouth. Nico sucked in a tight breath at the sensation and George’s eyes flicked up to him for a moment, watching how his face contorted in a pleasured furrow as he stared down at the woman between his legs. 

She hummed pleasantly as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself and her free hand reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. Almost by instinct, George reached forward and gently brushed her hair back from her face and held it in a messy makeshift ponytail for her so she could more easily start to sink her mouth lower on his teammate’s cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her lips wrapped around his girth, the slight stretch of her jaw to accommodate him, the dampness that lingered behind from her mouth on every up-stroke. 

Just then in a voice far too complacent for the circumstance, Nico cocked his head at George, “Come up here, mate. The view is incredible.”

George tried to ignore how the ‘mate’ made him feel a little funny and, instead, he gently let go of her hair and shifted farther up the bed to join Nico back against the headboard. From that angle, almost shoulder to shoulder with him, he could see directly down his naked body to where the woman was sucking pleasantly on his cock. George was entranced for a moment, watching her pretty face nestle itself lower and lower towards his teammate’s pelvis, taking more and more of him as her mouth made the filthiest sounds. 

“Such a good girl,” Nico praised lowly, his voice thick with pleasure, while his hands took over in her hair to hold it back from her face himself, guiding her into her steady motions.

George tore his eyes away from the woman to glance to his right where his teammate was resting comfortably against down-filled pillows and the upholstered headboard. Nico’s eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils dilated with lust, and his jaw momentarily tightened in unrestrained satisfaction as a faint flush touched across the apples of his cheeks and down his neck. It was a version of Nico that George had never seen before; so pleasured and without inhibitions. Enchanting. 

Nico let out a small breath that was laced in with a groan as the wet sounds of the woman’s mouth on him grew louder, more pronounced, as she worked him masterfully. George glanced back down at her, watching Nico’s fingers tight in her hair and how his bicep tensed slightly as he tried not to yank her too far down. Without a thought, George’s hand reached for the front of his underwear and gave himself a small squeeze over the thin fabric. 

He hadn’t realized he was already growing hard until that moment, finding his dick straining against the material of his briefs under his palm. George sucked in a tight breath as the pleasure sensors sizzled under his touch and he kept his palm rubbing over his clothed erection with his eyes flicking between the woman giving the blowjob and the handsome man receiving it. A moment later, his attention still focused between his counterparts, George slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear to touch himself properly, giving himself a few lazy and restricted strokes with his fingertips.

It was a whole new situation for George; sitting there watching two people succumb to their desire right in front of him. He couldn’t look away at first, taking in every ounce of their moment, until, again, he glanced over at Nico sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. It was as if the look of his teammate’s expression was more interesting than the sight of the woman going down on him. George couldn’t look away.

After just a moment, as if sensing he was being watched, Nico glanced over at George and their eyes met. They were sitting so close together on his bed that it almost felt like their noses were about to touch. A sly smirk grazed Nico’s face, his blue eyes flicking between George’s own and his lips parted in near-wonder as he stared right back. A certain motion from the woman between his legs had Nico’s eyebrows furrowing for a split second and his breath inhaling, all without taking his eyes away from George. 

“Like what you see, George?” Nico taunted, his voice a little breathless, the slight hint of an accent that embraced his words feeling a little thicker. 

George licked his lips, his hand still working beneath the confines of his underwear as he firmly kept Nico’s unwavering gaze. Distracted by their eye contact, George didn’t even realize that his touch on himself started to grow a fraction more insistent. 

“Yeah,” George replied in a breath, his chest feeling tight from how hard his heart was pounding, “Very much so.”

“Yeah?” Nico played some more. His eyes dropped down George’s lean and fit torso to the moving lump under the front of his underwear where his hand was moving around his cock. Nico, more sure of himself at thirty-one than George still was at twenty-six, reached out to grasp George’s wrist and pull his hand out, “So come participate. Never took you to be just a spectator.” 

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” George protested meekly. 

“What if I want you to interrupt?” Nico challenged. 

The two men stared at each other for a moment, the only sounds in the room being their rhythmic breaths and the lewd noise of the woman’s mouth still working lazily around Nico’s dick. The tension was crawling up George’s spine and wrapping itself around his throat. He felt sick with anticipation. 

Before he could make any move, Nico was sliding his hand around the back of George’s neck and grabbing firmly. It was a move he often did after races, a moment to pull their helmets together for a head bump in shared congratulations behind the noise of parc fermé, but here, now, it held so much more behind it. His slender fingers curled into the roots of George’s brunette waves, giving him a little tug at the nape of his neck to pull him closer. George couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped from his throat. 

Their noses bumped first and George sucked in a breath, his wide eyes still boring into Nico’s half-lidded ones no matter how much he was turned on at that moment. He could feel Nico’s ragged breaths against his cheek and  it had him habitually licking his lips once more, wetting them, mind whirling over what this night was going to progress into. 

Then, in a moment equally fleeting and painfully long, Nico pushed his lips onto George’s. 

The first kiss was messy and off-centre, earning more skin than lips to meet, but it was immediately followed by a second where Nico took the lead and slotted their lips together properly. George initially tensed, inhaling sharply into their motionless kiss and freezing in place. But, when Nico went to pull away, George all but lunged forward, grabbing the back of his teammate’s neck in return and yanking him back into a heated kiss. 

Nico groaned lowly into it as they shared slow, sloppy, tentative kisses, hands grasping onto backs of necks and skin feeling hot to touch. As their heads tilted to deepen their kiss, George slid his hand down Nico’s chest, resting it over his pecs and feeling each rise and fall of his every breath. George’s mind was whirling, and yet, at the same time, felt like it was filled with nothing but static. Was this really happening? He would pinch himself but, fuck, he really didn’t want to risk waking up. 

“Holy shit.”

The pleasured groan from farther down the bed had George realizing that he had almost completely forgotten that his gorgeous grid girl was even present. She had her hand still lazily stroking Nico with her wide, amused eyes staring up at the both of them with her bottom lip between her teeth. There was a certain twinkle in her eye that betrayed just how much she was into the unexpected sight before her.

“Don’t let me stop you.” she all but purred, reaching up with her other hand to tug at the waistband of George’s underwear. 

He took her prompt without question and lifted his hips to shove his underwear down, leaving him just as bare as Nico, and then her hand went to his hard cock too, having them each in her grasp to pleasure them simultaneously. George shuddered both at her touch and the obvious fire behind Nico’s gaze directed right down to his groin.

Nico let out a playful wolf-whistle, “Impressive, Georgie.”

George could feel the blush trailing down his neck and over his collarbones, flushed from lust and from the unexpected praise and attention from his teammate. He shifted in place and grasped the side of Nico’s neck as he leaned in to start to kiss at his neck with a small whine. George’s legs fell open a little more, hips nudging up against the hand of the beautiful woman who was currently giving him a lazy handjob, all without stopping his ministrations along the column of Nico’s neck. 

“That’s more like it.” Nico exhaled, almost a hint of pride in his voice, and he draped an arm around George’s shoulders to keep him close, succumbing to the sensations of the younger man’s lips on his neck. George could feel his eyes on him, how he stared at him as the woman tended to him in generous strokes. When she finally took George’s dick in her mouth, he pulled away from Nico’s neck with a tight gasp.

“Fuck.” George hissed, glancing down at her as she batted her lashes back up at him from between his lazily parted thighs. 

He was nearly leaning entirely on Nico at that point, draped naked on the bed with his head resting on his teammate's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his bicep against his shoulder blade. It was as if any care or concern had dissipated in George’s mind—the presence of lust had a way of doing that. Shamelessly horny, he let his body mould with that of the man beside him as he succumbed to the warm, wet confines of the gorgeous woman’s mouth on him. Sure, it wasn’t the most mind-blowing head he had ever received but there was something about that situation as a whole that made George’s nerve endings tingle.

She shared the both of them, going back and forth to tend to each of them one at a time, making sure to keep the other nicely stimulated with her hand when it wasn’t their turn to take up her mouth. The men lounged together in naked bliss as they watched her, and George caught himself often glancing to his right just to stare at Nico just a little more. In the last six years that George had been in Formula 1, never had he experienced teammate bonding quite like this.

George couldn’t help himself as the magnetic pull in his chest urged him closer and he pressed a kiss to the corner of Nico’s mouth. The elder turned his face towards his younger counterpart, smiling that cocky handsome grin of his, before leaning in to meet him halfway for another proper tongue-led kiss. It stirred a feeling of unexplainable desire in George’s stomach, a thirst that felt far more quenchable now than it had in years prior when he had been smothering any fleeting concept of this that might have crossed his mind. Everything—Nico—was once so unattainable. Now, everything felt within his reach. 

George’s cheek sizzled where Nico pressed the pad of his thumb, forcing his mouth open a little wider to push in his tongue. Like putty, George melted, parting his lips and accepting the invasion as he raised a hand to grasp the back of Nico’s neck and hold his mouth on his. There was a roughness to the way Nico kissed; like even this was a competition. On the track, George might have been his fiercest competitor, but, here, now, all he could do was fold under Nico’s assertive dominance. 

After a moment, when they pulled apart to breathe, there was a string of spit connecting their lips and it broke, dripping down George’s chin. His wide eyes were all over the face of his mentor, trying to gauge his reaction or perhaps receive any hints of guidance as to what to do next. Nico smeared the slick of spit across George’s swollen bottom lip with the pad of his thumb before squeezing the younger man’s chiseled face between thumb and fingers, pinching his cheeks as he admired him.

“You’ve always been such a pretty boy.” Nico all but purred.

George felt his cock twitch in the firm grasp of the woman laying between his legs. Her soft giggle in awareness floated in the air of the bedroom.

And then, much to Nico’s pleasant surprise—and, in all honesty, surprise of George, himself—the younger man was shifting in place in a fit of bravery and then leaning himself over his mentor’s lap. The woman still held her hand around the shaft of Nico’s cock, watching in awe as George tentatively licked up the side of it and then wrapped his spitty lips around the head. 

His heart in his throat, George had the sudden realization that he had never sucked a dick before or, rather, gotten anywhere as close to one as he was in that moment. Suddenly he was just there with his lips wrapped stupidly around the head of Nico’s cock and not knowing what the fuck to do next. What had he gotten himself into? He was in far too deep now. 

The feeling of Nico’s fingers pushing through the roots of George’s hair had the tension in his body relaxing slightly, melting downwards into the mattress and over Nico’s thigh and, ultimately, causing his mouth to move deeper. With a gentle voice laced in pleasure, words chosen as if he knew just what to say, Nico spoke to him, “That’s it, Georgie. Give it to me how you like to receive it.”

The woman was still nestled between Nico’s thighs, her hand still holding his dick upwards for George’s mouth to sink further down on. With a giddy grin, she encouraged, “That’s so hot.”

George withered, letting out a faint moan with his mouth full of dick. Strangely, it was intensely arousing, as much as he might have hated to admit it. Sure, he liked pleasuring his partners but up until that point, it had only ever been women—never having even thought about how sucking dick could get him just as turned on. But, here he was, mouth fucking salivating, and almost instinctively finding a pace to start to bob his mouth around Nico-freaking-Rosberg’s cock like he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Nico still had his hand carding through George’s hair, petting him, applying just a little pressure to the back of his head as if to guide him downwards. George could feel his eyes on him, watching his every ungraceful move, likely seeing how unimpressive he was being, hardly able to take much of him in his mouth at all. 

But then, Nico breathed out an almost dreamy, “Fuck, George…that’s a good boy…I know you can go deeper.”

Good boy.

Nico praised him in that same tone he used when they were in training sessions together—so kind and genuine and friendly—something so warm that made George just trust him from their first week of mentorship. That voice that pushed George to challenge himself, to lift more, run faster, push harder…anything to earn more of that professional praise from his mentor. That’s all it was, wasn’t it? Professional?

George’s entire body shuddered at his words and his hand reached over to hold Nico still, taking over from the woman. He tried to push himself deeper, gagging around him wetly as a result. Nico groaned tightly, his hips trying to nudge up into his mouth at the restriction. 

“Loosen your throat and relax your jaw,” the beautiful woman instructed George softly, setting her fingers against his jaw to help him, “breathe through your nose…there you go.”

George whimpered and gurgled around Nico’s dick as it took up his mouth. It certainly didn’t feel average anymore with the way his jaw was already starting to cramp up from the unfamiliar motions. After a second, he had to pull back to breathe.

He stared down at the swollen red cock in his hand, glistened in spit and precum, easily slicking up George’s hand as he started to stroke it like he would his own. The pretty sounds that came from Nico’s throat spurred him on to keep that pace going, soft breaths and handsome moans that went right to his dick. 

George was very aware of his gorgeous grid girl sharing the moment from beside him, guiding him without judgement. He couldn’t help but be drawn closer to her, too, emotionally and physically, as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She kissed him back without question, hands sliding over his broad bare shoulders as her tongue slipped past the seam of his lips and, at the same time, George kept his hand tending to Nico’s dick in firm strokes. 

Almost as if sharing the same mind, she and George ended up moving downwards together and, as he took Nico back in his mouth, she leaned in to drag her tongue over his balls and along the base of his dick. George moved his hand away and, instead, set it over Nico’s abs, feeling the taut muscle there and the steady rhythm of his every jagged breath, giving them room to use nothing but their mouths on the World Champion. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico cursed through his teeth, staring down at his body as the two of them shared the responsibility of sucking him off. 

Their tongues clashed as they licked up and down the sides of his cock, taking turns to take him in their mouths for proper suction. George could feel himself getting sloppier as the seconds passed, as if his rising lust was making him impatient for something more. He was always a competitive soul—perhaps it was a requirement to be a Formula 1 driver—and so soon he was wrapping his hand around Nico’s cock and guiding it away from the woman’s mouth just so he could have his turn again, determined to deliver the best results he could. 

For a split second, as his throat struggled to accommodate the unfamiliar invasion so much so that his eyes were burning with tears, George swore he might entirely throw up. He tried to relax, easing himself down more with a gentle shake of his head, until, finally, his nose brushed the coarse trimmed hair that lined Nico’s pelvis. Nico tossed his back against the pillows and headboard with a stiff groan, his fingers flexing into George’s brunette waves with a tight tug of pleasure, holding him right down on him for a moment longer, just to feel the way George’s throat constricted around him. 

“Fuck—” Nico dragged out the vowel before releasing George’s hair. 

George sat back with a heave of air, coughing wetly and dribbling spit down his chin as tears streaked across his flushed cheeks. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing out a raspy, “Blimey—”

The woman beside him smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss up his neck rewardingly, nipping at his earlobe with a playful coo, “Baby’s first deepthroat.”

The men chuckled lightly at her statement, George’s face a flushed pink and his expression already looking entirely fucked out and not much had even happened just yet. But, before George could even get his wits about him, Nico was shifting on the bed and gently guiding George to take his place. They swapped positions in silent agreement and George flopped backwards on the expensive mattress and down-filled pillows with a panted breath, staring up wide-eyed as Nico took control. 

“Think our boy deserves a reward for that.” Nico said, half to the woman with him and half to no one in particular. 

“He definitely does.” she agreed with a smile, adjusting herself on the large bed so she was draped out beside George’s lanky body. Her hand immediately took to his chest in playful caresses that rose goosebumps under her touch.

George might have looked at her in that moment in any other instance, but with Nico clearly having a plan in mind, he couldn’t look away from him. Especially not when his teammate was guiding his legs farther apart so he could situated himself between them and lean down to kiss his thighs. 

George inhaled tightly, arms draped lazily beside his head with his fingers curling into the pillowcase absentmindedly. He stared down at the way Nico’s soft lips pressed open mouthed kisses up his inner thigh—tender, patient—like he was something more than just that lanky, awkward, big-eyed kid with the shit haircut that Nico took under his wing six years ago. George’s mind swirled through every excuse in the book as to why Nico wouldn’t want him like this and on the contrary, why, it seemed, he so suddenly did. 

The beautiful woman shared in the joy of kissing over George’s smooth skin, trailing kisses over his collarbones and shoulder and up the column of his neck. With all this attention, George was squirming. Nico tightened his grip on George’s thighs, holding him still so he could continue the ministrations of his lips without interruption, trailing higher and higher and higher. From the teasing alone, the anticipation, and the unfamiliar scratch of Nico’s stubble against his skin, George felt his cock twitch. 

“Want it that bad, hm?” Nico teased lowly, his hot breath falling against the supple skin of George’s inner thighs. 

George could only let out a small whine, almost entirely involuntary. His cheeks flushed pink at the sound that came out of him and his fingers clutched the pillowcase on either side of his head, trying to ground himself to keep from embarrassing himself in front of Nico. He had always been so concerned with what Nico thought of him but as he laid there, naked and waiting underneath him, he started to realize that Nico really looked like he wanted to be nowhere else but right there.

With a firm hand, Nico wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft of George’s cock and lifted it up and away from where it had been resting against his pelvis. Even from only that miniscule touch, George’s eyelashes fluttered as the heat of it shot up his spine and he pressed his teeth tightly into his bottom lip. From his throat came a tight, “Mm—”

Nico shined a handsome smile up at him as his hand slowly started to move in testing strokes, gliding along with the foreskin that hugged his cock, pulling downwards to reveal the swollen pink head. George’s breath caught in his throat and his eyebrows raised almost clean off his head, staring down wide-eyed at the very real visual of his own damn teammate touching him so sensually. 

From beside him, George was aware of the girl beside him as she kissed his neck and her slim fingers rubbed over his nipples, grounding him in the familiarity of female companionship in this sea of uncharted territory. He felt like he was tingling all over from the way she played with his sensitive nipples to the lazy strokes of Nico’s ridiculously soft hand on his dick, his body thrumming with need and pleasure. 

When Nico finally lowered his head down and dragged his flat tongue up the underside of his cock, George’s head fell dully against the pillow with a silent gape to the ceiling. And then, when Nico wrapped his lips around him entirely, George’s eyes quite literally rolled, head arching back a little more with his fingers tightening around the fabric of the pillow case.

The faint rumble of George’s chest could be felt under the woman’s lips as she kissed across his pecs and she smiled against his flushed skin, her voice as soft as velvet, “Does that feel good?”

George swallowed thickly as he heaved his head up from the pillow to look down at Nico between his legs, his expression settled in a permanent state of pleasured surprise as he watched his teammate set a gentle pace around his cock. When Nico raised his eyes upwards, meeting George’s gaze with those sea-blue eyes he had grown all too familiar with over the years, George withered. With a breathy whine, he answered the woman, “Ye-ah-”

The slight suction of Nico’s mouth had George’s response breaking in the middle into a gasp. His toes curled. It definitely wasn’t George’s first blowjob—not by a longshot, really—but something about watching Nico be the one to go down on him like that (with impressive skill, might he add) after so long of smothering any and all potential to the back of his mind had George really feeling like this was the best thing ever.

The woman’s tongue lapped at George’s nipples while her fingers toyed with them in precise rubs. All the points of stimulation on his body were ablaze and George felt drunk and he hadn't even finished the one cocktail Nico had made him earlier. 

Once he settled into the feeling of Nico sucking him off, George rested his head back on the pillow with pleasured pants of breath and he slid a hand up the gorgeous woman’s spine and then guided her mouth to his by the back of her neck. They kissed sloppily and he fed her his sweet moans by the grace of his tongue, fisting the roots of her hair at the nape of her neck as if he needed something to hold onto. 

With one particularly delicious suction from the mouth on his cock, George flew a hand down to grab a fistful of the blonde hair nestled between his quivering thighs. Nico groaned around his dick at the faint pull of his hair as if in surprise but he didn’t let up, keeping his hand moving in those idyllic twisting strokes while his mouth followed the rhythm, making sure to hollow his cheeks every time he pulled upwards. 

George had to pull away from her mouth to heave in some air into his lungs, his breaths falling ragged as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in the pit of his stomach. Her forehead rested against his temple as her fingers played with his sensitive nipples, her voice angelic as she whispered filthy words to him to egg him on while Nico worked his magic. 

“You like watching the World Champion sucking your cock?” she whispered against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine, “Making you such a pretty mess, hm? You’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

George couldn’t help the ever so discreet nod in silent response. His cheeks burned crimson at the realization of what he had just admitted. She smiled, half proud and half sly, but didn’t draw attention to it.

With one hand lazily resting between her shoulder blades and his other burrowed in Nico’s hair, George was sandwiched between the two most gorgeous people he had ever seen, he was sure. The lewd wet sound of Nico’s mouth gagging around him had George’s eyes struggling to stay open, his expression nothing short of erotic as he watched his newly World Champion mentor taking his whole fucking dick down his throat like it was his day job. George swore stars were spotting his vision. 

He could feel his orgasm approaching, rising and rising to that precipice. He tightened his fingers in Nico’s hair, desperate to keep him going, so badly wanting to come in the warm, wet confines of his perfect fucking mouth—

And then, all at once, Nico pulled away and George was left with that rapidly fading feeling and a heaviness of disappointment. 

“Nico,” George huffed, his voice thick and whiny in frustration, dragging out his name just a little longer than normal. 

“Come on, we’re just getting started.” Nico replied playfully, politely wiping his mouth with the side of his forefinger and thumb as he sat back on his haunches, “Don’t want to come before you get to really enjoy yourself, do you?”

Although George partially wanted to protest, he knew he was right. He kept his mouth shut. 

Nico cocked his head at the woman still curled up at George’s side, “C’mere, baby, your turn now.”

George watched as she untangled herself from under his arm and shifted to where she was directed, draping herself out on the spacious king size bed. Watching her move like that, flushed with arousal and donning only her skimpy panties, George couldn’t help but be drawn after her, following her into a new position and helping himself between her legs. She giggled sweetly up at him as he linked his fingers in the sides of her underwear and started to pull them down her legs and he couldn’t help but smile right back. 

This was the gorgeous young woman he had been silently eyeing all season, desperately trying not to let the sight of her holding his name at the front of his car distract him from his race preparations. Now—although faster than he had anticipated—he had her in bed and he wasn’t about to let any opportunity pass him by. That was not what that night was about, after all. 

George could feel how achingly hard he was, throbbing between his legs, made only worse by the generous attention from Nico moments earlier, but he stayed focused on his task at hand. With the woman’s panties dropped to the floor, George gently pushed her thighs apart and leaned down to kiss the inside of her knee. He tried to take his time but who could blame him for ending up almost rushing to trail kisses down her inner thigh. It was as if he could smell her, the natural pheromones luring him closer to her cunt until his nose was brushing against her clit and his tongue dropped out for a taste. 

The sweet sound that slipped from her lips made him shiver and his arms went around her thighs to hold her on his mouth as he tongued lazily at her cunt. George had always been perfectly happy giving just as much as he enjoyed receiving and, in that moment, it was shown as clear as day across his face as his eyes fluttered shut with a pleased moan. 

“Fuck—” she gasped to the ceiling, her fingers threading through his tousled hair in a snug grip. 

She tasted as good as he had imagined on those lonely nights in hotel rooms and as his tongue worked her greedily, he couldn’t help but grind against the mattress with a muffled groan. Her hips pushed up against his mouth for more and he dragged his tongue up to her clit to kiss and lick and suck on it just to earn the prideful sight of her back arching off the bed with a mewl of pleasure. 

The noise of foil tearing had George momentarily pulling away from her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering from how wet she was, and he glanced over curiously to where Nico was pulling out a condom from its wrapper. Nico shuffled closer to the pair of them and, much to George’s surprise, gave him a small spank to get him to move out of the way.

She must have seen George’s displeased expression at being interrupted because then the woman was offering him a curl of her finger and a sweet, “Come up here.”

He shifted out from between her legs to let Nico take his spot and he moved up her body, following her guidance to straddle her head. George’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the positioning but there was a twinkle in her eye that gave away her own sureness while her warm hands slid up his tone thighs and then wrapped around his throbbing cock.

She started stroking him in both hands, staring at his dick angled right towards her face as she spoke casually, “You’re really good at eating pussy, you know that?”

George chuckled modestly, “You think so?”

“Mm, mhm.” she nodded in passive agreement before guiding his dick in her mouth. 

George withered and tilted his head back as he pushed a hand through his hair to get it out of his face before he was looking back down at her and the way her lips were wrapped so perfectly around the girth of his cock. His lips pulled into a tight line behind a stiff groan and his hips pushed a little towards her face to sink deeper into her mouth. 

“Ready?” Nico’s voice came from farther down the bed. 

“Mhm.” she answered around George’s dick.

When George glanced over his shoulder to watch, he noted the way she spread her legs wider and bent them back to encourage Nico closer. He had put on the condom by then, one hand grounding himself with a gentle hold on one of her ankles while his other slid the protected head of his cock between her slick folds. There was some strange heart stirring in George’s chest at the sight of Nico slowly pressing into her, the combination of their initial sighs and gasps at the sensation. He wasn’t sure if it was lust or jealousy…maybe an evil combination of the two. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure which individual he was jealous of in that moment. 

He looked back down to the woman splayed out across the bed, taking in her furrowed expression of pleasure behind his dick in her mouth. Her sucking was languid now with her focus divided between him and the fact that she was now getting fucked. George nudged his hips forward again to encourage her silently, thrusting into her mouth just enough to earn a slutty whine from her. 

“Shit,” Nico groaned from behind him, more to himself than anyone, and yet the tight hints of ecstasy in his voice sent a shiver down George’s spine, “that’s so fuckin’ good…”

She moaned around George’s dick, her hands grabbing at his thighs as they framed her head as her mouth tended to him sloppily. He tried to focus on her with one hand on his waist as he lazily trusted her mouth, shuddering at the feeling of the ridges on the roof of her mouth against the sensitive head of his cock and the way she moaned and whined around him. But, despite it all, George kept catching himself glancing over his shoulder to where Nico was. 

The faint creak of the bed beneath Nico’s every firm thrust from behind him had George’s mind wandering to thoughts he had always been so good at repressing. He couldn’t stop staring at him, almost getting a kink in his neck with how much he was trying to contort himself. 

Only seconds later, the tap on his thigh had George looking back down to the woman beneath him and she ordered with a gentle, “Turn around.”

George didn’t question it before he moved off of her and turned around to face Nico instead and she guided his leg back over her face to take his dick back in her mouth. George flinched at the sensation, settling into his place there as he appreciated his new view of Nico grasping onto her thighs and fucking her strongly. Nico sent him a sly smirk and perhaps there was a hint of a wink there too. 

Not wanting to crush the poor woman entirely, George adjusted himself on top of her and settled forward onto his forearms on either side of her body, allowing her to keep his cock in her mouth as she pleased and earned him a front row view to the man of the year being balls deep inside  her. George’s fingers grasped onto the duvet beneath them as his eyes trained in on the steady thrusts of Nico fucking into her sopping cunt and pulling back out in rapid succession. The lewd sound had his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, insides burning at the rhythmic pants of his teammate that were now more than just from a good workout.

Nico carded his fingers through George’s hair with a warm, tight chuckle, “You like watching, don’t ya, Georgie?”

The slight condescending tone in his voice had George’s stomach churning with lust and his eyes flitted up to Nico’s face who was already staring down at him intently. There was a slight darkness to his eyes that came with the onset of lust and it was an expression that George had to look away from due to the intensity behind it.

In silent reply—and, also, wanting to participate—George lifted a hand up to glide his fingers through the coarse trimmed hair along the gorgeous woman’s pelvis and let his fingertips graze her swollen clit. She gasped around his dick and George took that as incentive to start to rub at it properly, finding a pace of firm, tight circles that had her hands tightening on his thighs on either side of her head. 

“Yeah…good boy,” Nico purred breathily, fingers still tightly wound in George’s hair. 

“Christ,” George groaned through a lick of his lips, watching him fuck her so deliciously behind his fingers working sloppily on her clit.

“Hear how wet she is?” Nico asked.

It was easy to, really. George had been in a haze at the rhythmic sound of her sopping cunt taking his every thrust greedily, filling the bedroom with it. George slid his fingers lower to spread her lips apart to watch every inch of Nico’s dick filling her up snugly before pulling out only halfway and plenty smeared in her arousal. She made the prettiest sounds too and George at least had the privilege to feel the vibration of each around his dick in her mouth, but, selfishly, he just wanted more. He wanted a turn…with either of them, honestly.

Just then, almost like he could read George’s mind, Nico pulled out of her. He was so hard that when he did, his cock bobbed lazily in the air for a moment, right in George’s face, the condom glistening in the bedroom light. Always such a good teammate, George knew what he wanted without needing to be asked and he leaned right in and wrapped his mouth around it. Nico’s hand tightened in his hair and he let out a rumbling groan as George sucked him clean, seemingly unbothered by the taste of latex that lingered under the sweet taste of her creamy wetness. 

“Who knew you were such a slut, George.” Nico chuckled, low and rumbling in his chest, eyes watching him suck him clean, “I mean, fuck, I knew you were a bit of a flirt but, mmph—”

George didn’t speak to how his teammate’s words sent fire through his veins. Instead, he let him pull his mouth off with his fist in his hair and Nico then slapped the head of his cock against George’s lips and tongue. George tried not to writhe behind the lewd action, still aware of the girl he was on top of who was swallowing down his dick eagerly. 

He choked out a messy groan, eyelashes fluttering as he glanced up at Nico kneeling before him. 

“Wish I knew you were into this sooner,” Nico purred as he smeared the protected head of his dick across George’s swollen bottom lip, “we coulda had a lot more fun as teammates.”

George didn’t have a moment to properly linger and process on what the fuck he meant by that before they were, yet again, switching positions. He somehow ended up with a box of condoms in his hand, having taken Nico’s place between the woman’s spread thighs. She was touching herself lazily, modestly manicured fingers swirling over her clit and messy pussy, batting her lashes up at him with that sweet smile he had grown so fond of over the season. 

Nico was behind him, watching like a true and honest mentor, his hands resting on George’s waist and his lips trailing lazy kisses up the side of his neck. It made it extremely hard to focus on rolling the condom on, George discovered, but soon the wrapper was discarded to the side and he was shuffling closer to his beautiful grid girl. 

He leaned down over top of her, sinking onto his forearms on either side of her head with her legs hooked around his thighs. They shared whispered giggling ‘hi’s in their newfound intimate proximity just before their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss. George ground against her a little, letting the length of his erection glide between her slick lips a few times, the both of them sharing soft pleasure breaths of anticipation. 

And then he was sinking inside her entirely, slowly, patiently, making sure to draw the moment on so they could both feel every inch stretching her out. Her hands grasped onto his shoulder blades with a tight gasp into his mouth, skin slick and flush with sheens of rising sweat. George blinked a few times languidly to catch his bearings as he sheathed entirely inside her snug body. 

Suddenly he couldn’t recall the last time he had a proper lay; the last time he had time or energy to properly take some girl back to his hotel room and fuck her emotionlessly into the sheets between the hazy lines of NDAs. Maybe it had been a while…maybe his mind had been too preoccupied. 

Preoccupied with the woman now beneath him, staring up at him with the sweetest pleasure across her face, and preoccupied with the man situated behind him with his firm hands groping his ass. Nico gave him a spank. George hissed at the sting. 

“C’mon, Georgie,” Nico taunted, “Fuck her good now.”

George slowly started to move, easing out of her about halfway before sinking back in entirely. The soft, pleasant hum she let out went right down his spine. 

“Christ…” George muttered under his breath, words wavering with the overwhelming sensation of her pussy squeezing around him in all the right ways. His nose brushed against hers as their breaths fell in sync and she turned her face to his to capture his lips with hers in a sloppy kiss. He groaned into her mouth as he set a gentle pace, grinding deeply into her in curling thrusts that had her toes curling. 

“That’s it…” Nico praised lowly from behind him. He followed George’s movements by a hand on his ass as if guiding him, feeling every tension and release of his muscles as he thrusted into the beautiful woman beneath him. 

George shivered at the feeling of Nico’s lips on his spine but he didn’t let up, keeping himself busy with the woman he was fucking so deliciously. Nico kissed along the dimples in his lower back and his strong hands kneaded the flesh of his ass at the same time. When his lips pulled away, he gave his bum a sharp spank.

“Mmph—” George muffled in surprise at the sting, right into her mouth. 

The woman giggled sweetly and ghosted her fingernails up and down his sides, touching him all over, adding to the sensations of the situation. Nico leaned down farther, his plush lips kissing the base of George’s spine and, finally, over the flesh of his ass. With a gentle, testing bite, Nico chuckled lowly at the way George flinched. 

Nico pulled back again and went back to the massage of his hands over his glutes, squeezing and rubbing as George kept lazily rocking into the woman beneath him. With a hum of approval, Nico spoke, “Those gym sessions really pay off for you, George. I mean, fuck.”

“Mm, just wanna impress you,” George rambled without thinking of the implications of what he was saying. He meant it as in Nico was his professional mentor, okay? Seriously, he did.

Nico chuckled, “Well, consider me greatly impressed.”

The woman’s hands slid up the side of George’s neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes, pupils dilated with lust with every lazy stroke he gave her. She pulled her legs back a little more to allow him closer, making sure he was giving her every last inch in beautiful precise thrusts that had her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. God, she looked just as beautiful getting fucked as he had always imagined. He couldn’t stop staring at her. 

He couldn’t stop staring at her even as Nico kept groping the flesh of his ass and kissing and biting over his hips and glutes. With one hand, Nico reached between George’s legs and gently squeezed his balls, urging a low groan of pleasant surprise out of the younger man whose hips jumped a little into their next stroke. George faltered a moment, unfamiliar with the situation, but Nico just encouraged him on with an angelic praise. 

“Keep going, baby.”

George’s insides churned at the pet name, succumbing to its order without thought, and he went back to those slow but sure thrusts into the beautiful woman’s pliant body. 

Nico spoke from behind him like he was the angel or devil on his shoulder with one hand gently fondling his balls, “Good boy. That’s it.” 

George leaned down again to steal more kisses from the woman beneath him, letting his tongue explore her mouth with filthy bliss as they shared pleasured breaths. He was all too aware of Nico behind him, left in the darkness of his peripheral vision to really see what he was plotting. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, however, because not long after Nico removed his hand, he was, instead, spreading George’s cheeks and leaning down to kiss wetly right over his perineum. 

The little breathy whimper that slipped from George’s mouth was almost entirely involuntary, breaking away from the woman’s kiss with a flutter of his lashes at the surprise of the sensation. 

Staring up at his expression, she smiled, “Oh wow, yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?”

Nico chuckled lowly from behind him as George entirely stilled, all of his senses turning towards him, waiting for more. He complied, leaning down again to, now, drag his tongue right up between his cheeks, once, twice, and then left a wet kiss right over his asshole. 

George kept the unwavering eye contact of the woman beneath him, his expression frozen in surprise but not distaste either as if he were silently gauging how he felt about the situation at hand. He could feel the faint stubble of Nico’s trimmed facial hair against the supple skin of his ass, nestled between his cheeks that were spread by his teammate’s firm hands. George squirmed a little and, shamelessly, found himself pushing back on his mouth.

“Mhm,” Nico mumbled against him in a muted praise, tongue lapping at him purposefully. 

His warm breath fell in soft pants against George’s skin, the younger man so attuned to every sensation that even the slightest touch had him shuddering. The woman beneath him dragged her fingertips up his biceps and back down as his arms framed her head, her siren-eyes staring up at him and every flutter of expression that grazed his face. 

“Yeah, does that feel good?” she taunted sweetly, her manicured fingernails rising goosebumps over his arms, “Never had someone eat you out before, have you?”

“Jesus—” George choked out. That was answer enough.

His mouth fell slack as Nico pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the puckered muscle and teased him with precise swirls. A small gasp slipped from George’s throat and he caught himself pushing back a little more. Nico moaned against him at his eagerness, the vibration making George whither. 

“You’re so lucky,” the woman purred up to George, her well-crafted words spurring him on, “getting rimmed while being nestled in a warm, tight pussy. Best of both worlds, isn’t it, love?”

George groaned in response, as if his mind was so overwhelmed that all words just left his brain entirely, and the reminder of his current positioning had his hips nudging forwards into her some more. She let out a tiny moan in surprise, fingers curling around his biceps as he ground into her, finding a shallow pace that allowed him to keep grinding into her while also grinding back on Nico’s mouth. He felt like he was dreaming. 

From behind him, Nico shook his head just a little to really nestle himself between George’s cheeks while his tongue and lips moving in a lewd sloppy dance. He was taking his time with it, working him into it, taking breaks from tonguing at his asshole to kiss and tease his cheeks and his perineum and even down to his balls. It wasn’t long before George’s body was relaxing under his touch and he could see him starting to open up just a little. 

“Look at you, pretty boy,” Nico commended, pausing just long enough to spit right onto the tight rim of muscle and let his middle finger smear it in, “so ready and wanting.”

George panted out a, “Please.”

“Yeah?” Nico taunted, gently prodding at his asshole with the tip of his middle finger and letting it slip inside just to the first knuckle. His voice was honey sweet and laced with a hint of deriding that, on the receiving end, made rouge blossom across George’s cheeks, “Yeah, you want more, baby?”

George almost didn’t recognize his voice at how whiny and pathetic he sounded when he repeated his stupid little, “Please.”

“Such good manners.” the woman beneath him tutted.

She was so patient, George thought for a moment as he stared down at her and was lost in the comfort of her gaze. So patient to lay there, filled with him, while he was simply unmoving. Not even looking bored by it, she genuinely looked as though she were enjoying herself. In the intensity of the moment, George made a mental note to put a fucking ring on her finger. 

Perhaps in his momentary distraction with the gorgeous woman staring up at him and his chaotic thoughts clouding his mind, he hadn’t noticed when Nico had retrieved a bottle of lube. The sudden pop of the lid tore him back to reality. He tried to look over his shoulder. 

“This okay?” Nico asked, the lust in his voice momentarily replaced with that same serious and concerned tone he used when he was first leading George through a few beginner training sessions in that first year. Nothing like this. 

“Yeah,” George replied in a breath, “I want it.”

The sudden drip of ice cold lube between his ass cheeks had George gasping tightly. Nico hushed him sweetly and his warm fingers followed, rubbing it in generously over his tight rim of muscle before prodding at it again. His middle finger found its way back inside him, easing down to the second knuckle before slipping back out a little.

Nico took his time, easing him open one finger at a time, relaxing him with kisses over the base of his spine and his hips and his thighs. George felt nearly boneless, and he was sure if he were in a cartoon, little birds and stars would be floating around his head. He slumped down onto his forearms on either side of the beautiful woman’s head and they both leaned in for a sloppy kiss at the same time. 

Almost subconsciously, George started to grind his hips into her and, equally, back on Nico’s hand. Always having been a giver, he was finding his rhythm in what it entailed to be a receiver at the same time. And, God, had he not anticipated how good it would feel to have someone’s fingers up his ass; to have Nico’s fingers up his ass. 

George moaned into her mouth, his fingers tangling in the messy locks of her hair that was draped out around her head as he had her pinned to the bed. Her dainty hands reached down to grab two snug fistfulls of his ass, keeping him spread for Nico’s fingers and to, also, guide his grinds into her as he pushed his cock deeper. His spread knees kept her legs splayed open on either side of his body, helping to keep him in perfect position with his hips up to welcome Nico’s fingers while his lips and tongue stayed tangled with hers. 

From behind him, Nico was three fingers deep in George’s ass, slicked up heartily in lube until it was nearly dripping down his hand as he set a steady rhythm. The wet squelch of his fingers thrusting gently inside him filled the bedroom behind the trio’s panted breaths and soft moans and, with an attentive eye, Nico was laser focused on the way George was squeezing around his fingers. He was so easy to stretch open, so relaxed and trusting, falling so effortlessly into submission for someone who had no experience. 

Nico leaned down and let his tongue join his fingers, just to give him a little treat of added stimulation, and his free hand rested overtop of the woman’s on George’s cheek in an absentminded action. George pushed back on Nico’s mouth more insistently, gasping and groaning into his kiss as his body ached for more. Between the touch of his teammate and the tight squeeze of that perfect pussy around his dick, he was nearly going insane.

As if reading his mind, Nico adjusted his position behind him, rising up properly on his knees between George’s legs, and he pulled his fingers out of him slowly. George whined at the sudden emptiness, breaking his kiss to try to look back at him over his shoulder with a kiss-swollen pout. 

“Hang on, Georgie,” Nico all but purred, popping the cap on the bottle of lube again, with a tension in his voice as if he, too, were being held back. 

The woman beneath him gave George’s ass a smack and he turned his face back towards her with a surprised gasp. Her feet were linked over his thighs and she pushed her hips up to meet his, trying to get him to go back to fucking her while Nico got himself ready. George dipped down to lick his way into her mouth again and complied, giving her a few hard shoves that had her jaw falling slack despite the pleasured expression on her face. 

Nico spanked him weakly to get him to stop a few seconds later and, obediently, George pushed his ass back towards him as if presenting himself. Honestly, he wasn’t sure where half of these moves came from or where he learned them; it was as if his body and mind were working on some subconscious, instinctual level. It was fine, he was too horny to be embarrassed. 

“Such a good boy,” Nico breathed, situating himself right up behind him and he dragged the protected head of his cock between George’s cheeks, “You still want this?”

“Yeah…” George exhaled, feeling like he had tv static in his brain, he was chalked so full of anticipation, “Just go slow.”

“Of course,” Nico rested his left hand on the small of his back while his other angled himself to press against his hole, “you know I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Georgie.”

“Mm…” George bit his bottom lip.

The woman beneath him still held two hands on his ass to keep him open, staring up at him with comfort in her gaze. She spoke to him in a smiling whisper, “Deep breaths…just relax…it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” 

“Mhm,” Nico agreed as he slowly started to press himself into him, “you’re nice and prepped too…all lubed up and everything…”

George’s fingers tightened around the bedsheets and at first he swore he was about to claw up the bed at the pressure that filled him, inch by steady inch. It was the strangest sensation he could ever attempt at describing. It wasn’t necessarily painful but it sure was unlike anything else he could ever think of comparing it to. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a short, shaky breath.

“There you go…” his sweet grid girl praised under her breath, “Nice and easy…”

Nico’s hands gripped his hips in a firm grasp as he bottomed out and he groaned out the most erotic sounding, “Fuck, George—”

George could have come right then and there, hearing him like that—hearing him moan his name like that. And once he slowly started to move, rocking into him in short, cautious thrusts, George’s eyes nearly rolled. 

“Jesus Christ—” George choked out, hanging his head, almost forehead to forehead with the woman beneath him, “Feels so big…”

She ran her hands up and down his back, holding onto him warmly, asking with a smiling, “How’s that?”

“So..fucking good,” George mumbled as if he were drunk, his words a little slurred. 

“Yeah, you like that?” Nico purred, voice thick with lust, his fingers kneading into the flesh of George’s hips with his pelvis pressed against his ass, “You like being filled?”

“Uh huh,” George stumbled out. 

His eyes were struggling to stay open with the overwhelm of it all; being buried inside a beautiful woman and having an equally as beautiful man inside him at the same time. It was unreal. He had always thought taking anal would be incredibly uncomfortable and painful but, to his pleasant surprise, he truly never knew it would ever feel this good.

From behind him, Nico slowly started to ease out, only about halfway, before sinking into him again in a gentle, slow, testing push. George’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip through a muted groan at the slick friction, subconsciously pushing back into him at the same time. 

“Shit,” Nico moaned handsomely, starting to thrust into him a little more consistently, a little faster. 

George gasped tightly, his slender fingers curling into the sheets on either side of the woman’s head, still trapped on top of her (and inside her). His eyebrows were furrowed as if in concentration, focusing on every ounce of sensation that this night was offering, feeling every inch of his teammate’s cock stretching him out. George withered, his scrunched expression melting into pure, erotic pleasure as the seconds passed and, soon, his expression was straight out of a cheesy pornography magazine.

George’s eyes were closed so peacefully, long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, a low, warm moan falling from his chest as the slick sound of bodies filled the room. Nico was setting a good pace, fucking into him enough to have the steady clap of skin joining in the lewd harmony with the squelch of lube, and George swore he was in fucking heaven.

With a needy whine, George pushed back on him again, meeting his strokes with a quivering, “Ooh, fuck yeah.”

“That’s it,” Nico exhaled thickly, pulling a hand back to slap down crisply against George’s ass without stalling his movements, “good boy.”

The woman beneath him let out a little moan of her own as his shifting had his cock starting to thrust into her in messy, shallow motions, finally giving her some friction that she had been deprived of while patiently waiting for him to get comfortable. Her fingers grasped George’s back and her trimmed nails dug into his muscle, staring up at him with nothing but lust in her eyes and across her expression. With the way he moved, she was burning for more and he could feel it in the way her hands were pawing at his back, almost like she didn’t want to appear too needy but couldn’t hold it back anymore.

When he fluttered his eyes open again to meet her gaze, she barely had to say a word before he was leaning down and taking her lips with his in a filthy kiss. It was made messy by his ungraceful movements on top of her, torn between wanting to focus on fucking himself back on Nico or fucking himself forward into her. George moaned into her mouth between sloppy kisses and the fingers of one of his hands tangled into the roots of her hair in a snug grip. 

A few seconds later, George broke away from her lips as Nico slowed his thrusts to a stop. Desperate to keep feeling that intense pleasure, George pushed himself back on him a little harder, a little faster, ultimately causing himself to fuck into the beautiful woman beneath him at the same time. Nico shuffled closer so George didn’t have to move too much, allowing him to be buried nice and deep inside his grid girl while still properly taking his teammate’s dick, letting him set his own pace and, ultimately, do all the work. 

George choked over a needy groan, not caring how pathetic he must have sounded as his hands pressed hard into the mattress and he let his instinctual desire take over, shoving hard into the woman beneath him and letting himself recoil back against Nico’s cock. The three of them were a mess of panted breaths and pleasured sounds; the luxurious Monte Carlo bedroom rising in heat and housing the lewd harmonies. 

“Fuck!” the woman gasped from the bottom of the trio, her legs tucked around George’s thighs, “You’re so fucking deep, holy shit—”

George’s jaw clenched for a moment, trying to hold himself back through the way she squeezed around him and how her nails dragged across his back. She truly sounded like he was fucking every sound from her chest, matching the pace of his sloppy thrusts even with his limited range of motion with Nico still so close behind him. The woman reached a hand down to rub at her clit, arching against the bed with a cry to the ceiling. 

The feeling of Nico’s hand on his shoulder startled George out of his reverie for a moment but he didn’t falter for long, far too drunk on the euphoria to stop. Nico spanked him again with his other hand, still knelt motionless to let George do all the work. A true mentor; making sure his mentee knew the ropes. 

“Look at you, Georgie,” Nico praised warmly, spanking him again, “such a little slut, aren’t you?”

George let out some sound that sounded equally like a moan and a whimper and something like choking on air. How was this real life? He felt like this was some out of body experience or some really fucked up wet dream and any second now he would wake up in his driver’s room with sticky shorts and a nagging dread that Nico heard him moaning in his sleep through the thin walls of the motorhome. 

That definitely hadn’t happened before…

But here, now, that dreamy fantasy that George had once tried so hard to suppress was all too real and feeling all too good. 

“Always such a good boy,” Nico praised on, his hand firmly gripping George’s shoulder and undoubtedly watching the way his ass jiggled with every collision of their slick bodies, “what would you twenty-year-old self think if he saw you now? Little Williams Racing protégé…never properly thanked me for giving you my seat.”

He was only teasing and George knew that—he knew Nico well enough by that point—but the words still stirred a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was almost as if Nico knew that his younger self idolized him to the point of guilt-ridden infatuation. Truly, honestly, what would younger George think if he saw what was happening now?

It was hard to think about with the state of putty his brain was in; molten from the pleasure and exertion of the moment. George was still going at it like it was a race of his own, feeling that all too familiar hunger for a win. He wanted to fucking come so bad.

It certainly didn’t help that the woman beneath him—who he had been fantasizing about since the first race of the damn calendar that year—was all but crying on his cock, writhing and moaning and gasping and doing everything he elaborately imagined. Why was this night suddenly his subconscious come to life?! Not that he was complaining by any means but he was certainly going to need a good few days to process this. 

“Don’t stop! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” his beautiful grid girl cried out, eyes screwed shut and head tossed back, her hair splayed out across the wrinkled bed sheets, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s it, keep going,” Nico encouraged him with another swat of his ass, “Make her come. Make her come all over your cock.”

“Fucking…Christ…” George groaned through his teeth, desperately holding himself back as her pussy squeezed tightly around him with her impending orgasm. 

She looked a vision when she came, falling perfectly silent as she gaped to the ceiling and her body shuddered and tremoured beneath him. George desperately tried to keep going, grinding insistently into her to work her through it. And then, her hands flew up to grab his waist as she gasped out of it, a dreamy smile coming to her face with a gasping, “Oh, fuck.”

George dipped right down to swallow up her lips in a kiss, sharing hungry breathless kisses as she slung her arms around his shoulders. Nico’s hands rubbed down his back and, with his younger teammate momentarily distracted, slowly pulled out of him. George broke away from the woman’s wet kiss to glance over his shoulder at him in protest. 

He didn’t need to say a word before Nico was explaining coolly, “I want to look at your face when I make you come.”

George barely had a second to process those words before the woman beneath him was wriggling out from under him. The bed squeaked faintly with the ungraceful scramble of three to switch positions until George had taken her place in the centre of the bed on his back and she was situating herself beside him. His cock was still so hard that it was angled right up against his pelvis, swollen red and leaking all over the thin line of downy hair that stretched up to his navel. Nico, still, was kneeling between George’s legs and he grabbed the backs of his knees to push his legs up towards his chest. 

George groaned tightly at the unexpected stretch with his body nearly folded in half. Nico soothed him with an easy and reassuring, “I know how much you can bend. I see you stretching in the gym.”

The awareness that Nico had seen him in the gym had George’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. No, he hadn’t just seen him and been present and helped him out, he had taken notice. George couldn’t help but wrap his hands around the backs of his thighs to pull his legs farther back. 

“Oh my God, someone’s eager,” Nico chuckled almost darkly at his obvious eagerness. 

Normally, George might have offered some cheeky rebuttal, leaning into that comfortable banter between him and his teammate. But, instead, he had a very firm one track mind. With a bat of his lashes and a pathetic pout, George could only spill out a, “Please. Please put it back in.”

He might have been drunk on pure, raw need, but he still noticed the way Nico’s expression flickered with a sense of carnal lust at that simple beg. Then, the older man shuffled closer on his knees to position himself right between George’s legs, angling the protected head of his cock against his gaping hole. 

“Yeah, please, Nico, please…” George rambled wetly, fingers tightening their grip on the back of his own legs as he watched intently. 

From beside them, the well fucked woman reached out with the bottle of lube in hand and dribbled more onto the head of Nico’s cock and right over George’s perineum, watching it drip downwards. Nico smeared it in with his dick and then slowly pressed back inside him. 

George’s eyelashes fluttered as he stared up at him, his breath coming out in a wavering, “Oh fuck.”

“Mm, that’s it,” Nico groaned lowly, sinking into him all the way until his balls were pressed against the curve of George’s ass. 

“Mhm,” George bit his lip harder at the realization of just how close they were, buzzing through every nerve ending in every spot where his skin touched Nico’s. It was red hot. And now, being laid out on his back, George had a front row view to watch what Nico looked like when he fucked him. 

Almost right away, Nico was finding his pace again with his hands pressed firmly on the backs of George’s thighs to keep him bent in half. With his breath halting in his throat for a moment, all George could hear was the sloppy squelch of the lube with every firm thrust from his teammate, creating a dizzying rhythm. His aching cock bounced against his pelvis, still wrapped in the condom that was smeared in creamy streaks from the beautiful woman he had just made come moments earlier. 

George inhaled sharply, and without thinking, he reached out and set his hands on Nico’s chest as if to ground himself.

“Yeah, good boy,” Nico praised breathily as he kept thrusting into him, “taking every inch of me.”

George slid his hands down his chest, shamelessly touching him in all the ways he had pretended he didn’t want to right down to his waist where he pressed his fingers into his pale flesh as if to help tug him into his every movement. It was wholly erotic and George could feel his toes curling as his head arched back against the pillows.

“Sh-Shit, Nico—” George let his name slip from his lips in a whimper of pleasure. He let go of his teammate’s body to, instead, grab the back of his own knees to hold himself spread.

“There you go, Georgie,” Nico purred, wrapping his hands firmly around George’s ankles, “Take it.”

From beside them, the woman had been watching intently, not wanting to interrupt. Now that they had found their pace, she moved in. Her hand took George’s place on Nico’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the slight sheen of sweat under palm, and she leaned in to kiss his jaw. Without faltering, Nico turned his head to accept her lips on his, kissing her lewdly while still fucking into George. 

“F-Fuck,” George stumbled out, watching the two most gorgeous people he knew make out right in front of him. 

He felt like he couldn’t get enough. Of anything and everything. The only word his brain could think of was ‘more, more, more’. And, since he was so well past the point of no return on his shame or dignity, he let himself say it outwardly. 

“More,” it came out like a raspy croak, breaking in his throat like he was barely pubescent, “Please, more.”

Nico and his beautiful grid girl broke apart and, in the light of the bedroom, George could see the hairline string of spit breaking between their lips as they pulled away. He stared up at his teammate as if he wasn’t sure if he had even said those words out loud. 

“Needy fucking boy, aren’t you?” Nico chastised lightly, proving that he had, and then fucked into him a little harder until the clap of their skin got louder, “Always wanting all the attention.”

“Ohfuckyeahplease,” George heaved at the change in intensity, staring up into Nico’s handsome face with a blue-eyed stare that could melt ice. His eyebrows were peaked in just the right place to make him look as if he were in a state of awe, his lips pouted with a blubbering, “Please, please…just like that.”

“Such good manners,” the woman cooed as she rolled the used condom off his dick. He wasn’t even sure where she put it before she was leaning down and lifting his cock up from his abs and wrapping her swollen lips around him. 

George, incredibly sensitive, had his eyes fucking rolling at that added sensation, one hand flying to the back of her neck and his other splaying across the sheets for something to hold onto. She sucked on his cock at the same pace as Nico fucked him, sending George’s head spinning. 

“Ho-ly shit,” George withered. His head arched back against the bed with a choked gasp, “Holy ffffuck—”

Nico’s grip on his ankles tightened, his firm gaze sweeping between watching himself fuck into his younger teammate and staring at the expressions that painted George’s face. Flushed and horny, George was in a complete daze and barely unable to keep his eyes open although he tried. 

The bed creaked under Nico’s every sharp thrust and he held George’s legs back farther so he could get a better angle. George crooned erotically at the stretch up his thighs (and deep inside him) and his hand on the back of the woman’s head kept her swallowing down his cock at the same time. She moaned and gagged around him, draped half on top of him to get herself facing down between his bent and wide open legs while Nico held control. 

George writhed and moaned, sheets curled in his fingers with his other hand tangling in the back of her hair. He stared up at Nico the best he could no matter how much his eyes wanted to shut with the intensity of it all. He could barely offer a pleading little nod, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, mouthing a broken, “Yes…”

“Yes?” Nico echoed out loud, his eyebrows raising without a falter of his motions. 

The woman lifted her head up from between George’s legs with a spitty gasp and cough, blinking herself back to reality for a moment before leaning in to kiss along Nico’s happy trail as he kept fucking into the whimpering man beneath him. When she moved back, she readjusted herself beside George and leaned down to kiss his neck instead and he couldn’t help the frown that came to his face as the rising intensity tapered with the loss of her mouth on his dick. 

His arm was still lazily around her, hand cupping her bare shoulder as if to keep her from leaving his side. Not that she was planning on it because the way she was kissing and licking and sucking over his neck and collarbones made it very clear she was very happy where she was. George tilted his head back to give her room to kiss up the column of his neck and she licked over his Adam's apple and nipped at his jaw. 

Nico let out a tight groan, “You feel so good, Georgie.”

George couldn’t answer behind the beautiful woman’s tongue helping itself to his mouth. His lips smacked wetly with hers despite the way his body jostled slightly with every firm thrust from the man above him, his slick cock bouncing. He was so fucking hard and so turned on that he was leaking all over his abs, smearing sticky precum across his flushed skin, and he just had to reach down to touch himself. 

He barely got a hand around his dick before Nico was swatting his hand away to do it himself. Nico matched the pace of his relentless thrusts with his hand pumping George’s cock, giving him that glorious added stimulation that he had been craving. 

“Ah!” George all but squeaked, breaking away from the kiss, “Nico! Fuck! Don’t stop!”

“Not gonna stop,” Nico promised breathily, his voice a velvety purr. His hand stroked him off, made easily slick by the combination of spit, precum, and the presence of lube that seemed to be covering almost every part of their bodies. Then, he adjusted his position just a little more, pushing into him just a little more straight-on, and like the flip of a switch, George’s entire body turned boneless.

“Ohh-hh-hh—” George withered, eyes rolling shut, “Fuck-ing— yes, right there—”

He could hear the sweet giggle of the woman beside him, barely recognizing the heat of her hand on his chest or her lips attaching themselves to his neck again, fingers swirling over his hardened nipples. The feeling of Nico drilling right into his fucking prostate had tears burning in George’s eyes and one trailed down his flushed cheek. George couldn’t lay still. Nico held a firm grip on his ankle to keep him from getting too far, fucking him into submission on his king size bed and expensive sheets. 

It was fine, though, really. George felt too much like the personification of putty to really move, the logical part of his brain that was desperately clinging onto this newfound pleasure refusing to let him wiggle away from this. Nothing had felt quite like this before. 

He felt as though the heat was rising in his body, a sizzling warmth pumping through his veins and swelling through his cock as it throbbed in Nico’s hand. George’s hands flew to the sides, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white, trying to steady his breathing with how fast and desperate it was coming now. 

“Oh, look at you,” the woman praised him angelically, her words echoing in his ears. 

“Nnngh—” was the only sound George could manage to get out as his body slowly but surely grew into tension. He desperately tried to keep his eyes open, staring up at Nico above him and the way his jaw was clenched in concentration. The pad of Nico’s thumb grazed over the underside of the head of his cock with every firm stroke and George could feel himself getting closer by the second.

“Come on,” Nico said through his teeth, keeping his firm pace going, “That’s it.”

“I’m gonna come…” George managed out in the most pathetic whimper known to man, making him sound like was about to sob. “Please…please, Nico, please, please—”

“That’s it, Georgie,” Nico praised. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

George had never felt the build up like this before. Sure, it had always been an overwhelming feeling but, now, he felt almost beside himself with the intensity…and it just kept building and building. His breaths were growing more and more jagged, laced in with moans and anticipatory whimpers that grew pitchier, fists tugging at the sheets with his bottom lip lodged between his teeth as he stared up at Nico. 

When the build up reached its peak, George’s eyelids fluttered erotically like he was being fucking posessed and his breath caught in his throat, body tensing for a split second as if he had hit a brick wall. Everything halted. 

Much to his surprise, the first shot of cum streaked right up to land across his cheek. 

Quickly, it was followed by a second that landed across his lips. 

George couldn’t even react to the fact that he just came so hard that he came on his own face as he felt like he had lost complete control of his body as his orgasm tore through him. He was sent into pleasured convulsions as Nico fucked him through it and kept stroking him off at the same time. More thick spurts came out, albeit more tame than the initial few, painting up George’s chest and abs in ribbons after ribbons as he sobbed out his teammate’s name with a voice filled with nothing but pure eroticism. 

He sounded like a fucking pornstar as he gasped and moaned and cried through it. George, in all his hazy euphoric glory, swore it was never going to end; the intense waves of pleasure just kept rolling through him in a seemingly never-ending progression. It truly felt like he was experiencing an orgasm for the first time all over again. Unreal. 

Nico let go of George’s cock in a hurried motion as he pulled out of him and rolled off the condom. He barely had it tossed to the side before his hand was taking its place around his dick and he gave himself a few desperate pumps. In seconds, he was coming too, streaking right up George’s abs, mixing in with his own mess of cum, and the last few drops painted the shaft of George’s softening cock. 

George had barely had his wits about him to properly appreciate Nico’s face and sounds when he came; merely hearing the echo of his moans somewhere in the haze as he shuddered on his bed and let him come all over him. Blinking away the tears from his eyes as his orgasm finally tapered off into that post-euphoria buzz, George’s eyes was honed in on Nico’s flushed face and pleasured expression, watching as the older man dragged two fingers through his cum on George’s abs and then lifted his fingers.

George, as if driven by instinct, let his swollen lips part and let him slide his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Nico’s gaze, staring up at him as he sucked on his fingers and licked them clean. The slightly salty taste startled his taste buds but there was almost an underlying hint of sweetness that had George shamelessly enjoying it. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was Nico’s cum he was being fed, by the hand of the man himself, after near years of suppressing his strange desire for just that. 

Nico pulled his fingers from George's mouth and then dragged his wet fingertips over his spitty lips, gathering up some of his own cum to then push back in against his tongue. With a breathless purr, Nico praised him, “Good boy…cleaning up your mess without a single complaint out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

George hummed around his fingers, eyelashes heavy and fluttering. When Nico pulled his fingers back out, a thin string of spit broke between his fingertips and George’s pouted lips. The woman beside them, who had been watching the whole ordeal with a front row seat, moved in to clean up the rest without a word. 

Once her lips met George’s cheek in an open mouthed kiss, his hand blindly raised to rest around her bicep as she leaned in and started to kiss and lick up the cum that was still streaked across his cheek and smeared around his lips. The two of them soon melted into slow, sloppy kisses, breathless and wanton, almost more tongue than anything else. 

When she pulled away, she swiped the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip and George draped an arm above his head with a breathy sigh as his eyes fell closed. He swallowed thickly as he caught his barings, melting into the comfortable mattress beneath him.

And then, with a tone taking on a bit more seriousness, Nico asked him, “You okay?”

George nodded, dazed, “Mhm.”

“Yeah?” Nico chuckled warmly, his hands rubbing up and down the outsides of George’s thighs that still framed him, easing him out of his pleasure, “You took it like a fucking champion.”

“You really did,” the woman agreed with a hint of pride in her voice.

“Fuck,” George croaked out, his voice suddenly so rough that he had to clear his throat. His eyes fluttered open again to look up at the two beautiful people knelt over him, his gaze drifting to Nico as he replied cheekily, “Yeah, you reckon we’re both champions now then?”

The trio shared breathy laughter. 

The woman draped herself out beside George on the large bed and his arm naturally went around her, pulling her close as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her temple. Nico shifted off the bed, announcing he was going to get a damp cloth to help clean them up and they let him go. Comfortable in the presence of his beautiful grid girl, George, at the same time, felt a strange emptiness as Nico disappeared around the corner and into the ensuite bathroom.

She tilted her head back against George’s arm to meet his gaze, bringing him back to their moment with a playful, “Quite the first date then, hm?”

George’s expression broke into a handsome grin and he offered a lighthearted eyeroll and a, “You can say that again.”

“Mm, I was surprised you asked me out, honestly,” she stated casually.

“Really?” George glanced at her. Her cheeks were still rouged from the remnants of their escapades. “Why?”

“Because it was always painfully clear that you had eyes for Nico.” 

She answered like it was nothing more than a declaration of the weather. George shivered.

Before he could even figure out what to reply with, Nico returned to the room. With him, he carried three warm, damp cloths and the trio shared the responsibility of cleaning themselves and each other up, wiping away sweat and lube and cum from their flushed skin. Then, laying together in a euphoric tangle all together on Nico’s expensive bed sheets, nude, George was blissfully in the middle. 

No one spoke for a moment; simply catching their bearings. George stared at the ceiling. 

After a moment, he worked up enough courage to turn his head to the right to look at Nico. He was already looking back at him. 

Nico’s lips pricked up at the corner in a small smirk and he took the initiative to lift his hand up to press the pad of his thumb against the corner of George’s lips, “You have a bit of—”

George stayed still, staring at him, as he wiped a bit of cum from the corner of his mouth. 

George’s mind was spinning. Did he always have such thoughts about Nico because he felt protected by him? Just held him on a pedestal because Nico was the one who took him under his wing and helped him develop into the driver and title contender he was? Or was there more to it? As he laid there, naked, in Nico’s bed, it felt equal parts terrifying and improper and, yet, as if it were right where he was meant to be. 

There was so much still unsaid between the three of them as the night dragged on, logistics and meanings behind their night together needing to be discussed. There was a lot George needed to wrap his mind around, having to figure out where he stood with both parties and what his own reflection of self looked like moving forward. It wasn’t all going to be figured out in one night. So, for now, he let himself simply take the moments as they came. 

Technicalities could be smoothed over later. It wasn’t a race. Besides, he had the upcoming season to focus on and prepare for, in which he would be taking the position of first driver. He had big shoes to fill. 

And eventually, a year later, with two races still left in the season and forty-six points ahead of the runner up, George Russell won his first World Championship. 

He went over to Nico’s to celebrate.

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summary: ferrari wins in monza thanks to sebastian vettel's wife

a/n: seb my baby

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f1news today we race in Monza and there is hope for Ferrari! since the new team manager of Scuderia Ferrari, y/n y/ln - vettel, took the reins, things are looking better for our favorite red team. the streets are buzzing with anticipation: the rumors of y/n taking the team to the top of the constructor's championship aren't little, and the whispers of y/ln's husband, the retired driver sebastian vettel, being present at today's race are getting louder.

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user1 vamos ferrari ❤️🇮🇹🚘

user2 y/n literally saved ferrari

user3 seby/n content pleaseee

-> user4 omg yess we havent seen them in so longg

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scuderiaferrari Charles Leclerc won the Italian Grand Prix! and Carlos Sainz close, finishing second!

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user5 YEEEEESSSSSSS

user6 Y/N TRULY IS OUR SAVIOUR

charles_leclerc thank you y/n ❤️ ferrari isn't the same without you

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sebastianvettel Ich bin so stolz auf dich. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass alle deine Träume wahr geworden sind, meine Liebe. Für immer dankbar, dass ich dich meine Frau nennen darf. Ich liebe dich bis zum Mond und bis zum Saturn ❤��

(i am so proud of you. i cant believe all of your dreams came true, my love. forever thankful that i can call you my wife. i love you to the moon and to saturn.)

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f1news after today's victory, iconic husband and wife duo y/n y/ln - vettel and sebastian vettel have been seen entering two-michelin star restaurant in Rome. congrats to the beautiful couple!

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user7 MY PARENTS

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user9 THE f1 couple

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Sentimientos encontrados… A lo largo de las últimas dos semanas, he estado trabajando en algo que me encargaron en el trabajo, la creación de un dashboard o tablero de control, que muestre en resumidas cuentas los resultados de las actividades que desarrollamos en el área, digamos que en tiempo real, o con una actualización diaria (o de pocos días). La herramienta elegida fue Power BI, y ¿qué…

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I need to do a chronicle of ofmd episodes because I'm 2 minutes in and I already have A LOT to say, so spoilers for ep 4 under the cut! Don't click if you don't want the whole episode spoiled!

"Ed ed speak to me! Ed???" SBONK

"Did Ed do that?" "It was an accident" "They all say that" lmaooo unhinged but I love how they don't let it go unnoticed

NOT wee Jhon knitting girly y2k sweaters!

Did they really have Taika flex the bicep just for the fangirls

Ya considering Izzy came back from his banishment I guess this is temporary

Like the cuscus brain

(Why is it that whenever I watch new eps of my fav series there's always constructors making a lot of noise in the background, feels like I live in an open construction site)

Bird dude hair game is insane this season

They have thrift shops now, I love this show

Ooh older lesbian pirate open couple

Ooooh older lesbian pirate open couple is fighting

Does anyone in this show get stabbed and walk it off like it's nothing

Ohhh ok I think I get it the homolesboerotic stabbing is in place of sex in this show, subtle lol

Olu calling Jim "babe"🥹

All this Izzy suffering is undignified but what I really want to see is the indignity of the brony leg, how does it come to that???

"You left me for mary" Did he really lose the "Stede left his wife TWICE" part? Selective hearing Ed needs to stop being a bitch honestly

"Two whim prone people shouldn't just run to China" YES THEY'RE TALKING IT OUT AND SAYING IT ALL IN THE HEALTHIER WAY THIS SHOW CAN MANAGE my pores are clean my crops are cropping and whatever that meme also said

An actual love confession that isn't cheesy nonsense???

Good omens needs to take notes

"Have you had sex yet" NO GOMENS STOP TAKING NOTES (last thing we need is Fucking in a tornado 2 the revenge of cringe)

Oof I never noticed how small and thin Ed is compared to Hunk Stede send heelp

Oh no this is a nod to the fandom right? I've never been on twitter but I've heard t h i n g s

My god the cinematography is a masterpiece here, I love the action in this episode

Not me thinking she was a vampire smoking from the sun for a moment, wwdits being taika's show threw me off

Not related but I think they twinkified Stede and hunkified Ed to make them seem more like equals, like in that The Witcher video where they explained how they twikyfied the bard dude to make him seem more boyish

"You are harassing a cripple" *Finds a horse leg*

Don't tell me bird dude is gonna turn Ed into a seagull or something

It took bird dude to turn into a bird for Ed to finally understand PEOPLE CHANGE

Bi Izzy (Bizzy Izzy?) the Unicorn

"It's like a non stop knockin' shop on that ship" I feel like I'm missing 10 layers of meaning by being not native eng speaker

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Are you ready to sharpen your coding skills and dive deep into one of the most powerful programming languages ever created? Whether you're a beginner starting from scratch or a developer looking to master advanced techniques, C++ has a lot to offer—and even more so when you're learning from a structured, hands-on course designed for every level.

Let’s face it—learning to code can be overwhelming. There are hundreds of languages and thousands of courses. But if you’re serious about building efficient, high-performance applications—whether it’s games, real-time systems, software development, or even embedded systems—C++ remains an essential tool in your developer toolbox.

So why choose C++? Why now? And where should you learn it?

Let’s explore.

Why C++ Still Matters in 2025 and Beyond

You might hear a lot of buzz around Python, JavaScript, or Rust these days. But C++ is the engine behind many of the world’s most critical systems—from operating systems and browsers to game engines, financial systems, and real-time simulations.

Here’s why developers still swear by C++:

🚀 Speed and Performance: C++ gives you control over memory and CPU usage. If you want blazing-fast applications, this is your go-to.

🔧 System-Level Programming: It’s ideal for building system software, device drivers, and real-time applications.

🎮 Game Development: C++ powers Unreal Engine and many other game engines. If you dream of building games, it’s practically a requirement.

🤖 Embedded Systems: From robotics to IoT, C++ rules when it comes to hardware-level control.

💼 Industry Demand: Despite being decades old, C++ is still one of the top 10 most-used languages worldwide, according to Stack Overflow and GitHub reports.

If that isn’t convincing enough, many FAANG companies still test candidates heavily in C++ during interviews, especially for roles involving data structures, algorithms, or performance optimization.

The Learning Curve: Why Many Struggle With C++

Let’s be real: C++ is not the easiest language to learn.

The syntax, pointers, memory management, and lack of built-in safeguards make it more complex than Python or JavaScript. But here’s the good news—it’s also what makes C++ such a powerful and flexible language once mastered.

That’s exactly why you need a course that takes you from beginner to expert without overwhelming you, giving you real-world projects, examples, and clear explanations along the way.

Introducing the Ultimate C++ Course for All Levels

If you’re looking to take your skills from beginner to advanced in one structured path, check out this highly-rated course: 👉 C++ Programming : Beginners to Advanced for Developers

This comprehensive learning journey is designed to be your go-to resource—whether you're starting with zero experience or already know a few programming concepts and want to scale up.

Let’s break down what makes this course a smart choice.

What You’ll Learn: A Breakdown of the Course Journey

✅ 1. Getting Comfortable with the Basics

You’ll start with the fundamentals, including:

What is C++ and how it differs from C or other modern languages

Setting up your development environment

Understanding data types, variables, and operators

Writing your first C++ program and compiling it

Why it matters: This foundation is key to understanding how everything else in C++ works. The course keeps it simple, clear, and project-focused.

✅ 2. Mastering Control Flow and Functions

Once the basics are in place, you’ll move to:

Conditional statements (if, else, switch)

Loops (for, while, do-while)

Functions, parameters, return types

Scope and lifetime of variables

Hands-on projects at this stage include basic calculators, simple games, and more.

✅ 3. Object-Oriented Programming (OOP)

C++ is famous for its powerful OOP capabilities. You’ll explore:

Classes and Objects

Encapsulation, Inheritance, and Polymorphism

Constructors and Destructors

Static vs Dynamic Binding

This is the heart of modern C++ development, especially for large-scale applications.

✅ 4. Diving into Advanced Concepts

Now things get exciting. You’ll tackle:

Pointers, References, and Memory Management

File Handling in C++

Templates and Generic Programming

Exception Handling

Dynamic Allocation and Deallocation

You’ll also work on mini-projects like file encryption tools, contact managers, and data-driven apps.

✅ 5. Real-World Projects to Build Your Portfolio

You won’t just learn theory—you’ll build things:

Banking system simulation

Inventory management app

Basic game using console graphics

Real-time file operations and logging tools

These projects will showcase your skills to future employers or freelance clients.

✅ 6. Interview Preparation and Algorithmic Thinking

Bonus modules in the course focus on:

Data structures (arrays, linked lists, stacks, queues, trees)

Algorithms (sorting, searching, recursion)

Practice problems for tech interviews

This is particularly helpful if you're preparing for job roles at major tech companies or competitive programming.

Why Learners Love This Course

What sets this course apart?

💡 Clear Explanations – No jargon, just simple language 📚 Structured Curriculum – Logical progression from beginner to advanced 🛠️ Hands-On Learning – Real projects that solve actual problems 💬 Active Community – Ask questions, get help, connect with other learners 🎓 Lifetime Access – Learn at your own pace, on your own schedule

Whether you're a college student, a self-taught developer, or switching careers, this course adapts to your goals and skill level.

Who Should Take This Course?

Complete beginners who want a step-by-step introduction to C++

Developers in other languages who want to learn systems-level programming

Students preparing for software engineering interviews

Freelancers or job seekers who want to enhance their technical profile

Tech professionals wanting to expand into game dev, hardware, or performance-critical applications

Tips for Getting the Most Out of the Course

Learning C++ takes time and practice. Here’s how to make the most of this course:

Code Along: Don’t just watch—code every example yourself.

Do the Projects: Build them from scratch to reinforce your understanding.

Ask Questions: If something’s unclear, post in the course Q&A or forums.

Revisit Difficult Topics: It’s okay to watch a module more than once.

Apply in Real Life: Try using C++ to automate small tasks or write simple utilities for practice.

Remember, mastery doesn’t come overnight—but with the right roadmap, you’ll get there faster.

The Future with C++: Where Can It Take You?

By the time you complete this course, you won’t just “know” C++—you’ll be ready to build production-grade software, ace job interviews, or launch your own side projects.

Some career opportunities that open up with strong C++ skills include:

Software Developer (C++/System-level)

Embedded Systems Engineer

Game Developer (Unreal Engine)

Quantitative Analyst / Finance Tech

Firmware Programmer

Backend Developer (Performance-Critical Apps)

You might even find opportunities in niche fields like aerospace, robotics, automotive systems, or VR/AR—all of which love developers with solid C++ skills.

Final Thoughts: Take the Leap into C++

The tech world is constantly evolving, but C++ has stood the test of time—and for good reason. It offers a level of control, performance, and reliability that few languages can match.

Whether you’re just getting started or want to upskill, there's no better time to dive into C++ Programming : Beginners to Advanced for Developers. With the right guidance and a commitment to practice, you can go from novice to ninja faster than you think.

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5 Things You Need To Check Before You Buy TMT Bars

The construction industry in India is blooming with the demand increasing every day. And to meet the demands, the number of high-rise buildings is also growing. When it comes to construction of these buildings, it’s essential to choose materials that can withstand the heavy loads and are flexible enough to withstand earthquakes or other extreme conditions. Therefore, TMT bars are becoming a popular choice in the construction industry. However, choosing the best quality TMT bars in India is another tiresome task. 

If you’re here, you’re probably aware of the fact that there are many TMT bar manufacturers in India. In the crowd, which one is the most suitable for your construction project can be a difficult choice to consider. Not just that, there are several factors that you need to also keep in mind: the raw materials, flexibility, and other important factors. 

This article will help you have a clear idea of what you need to know in order to choose the right TMT bars. So the next time you want to visit a dealership or a manufacturer, ask them these:

5 Questions You Need to Ask to Find the Best Quality TMT Bars in India

What is the TMT Bar made of?

TMT bars are primarily used to reinforce the structure of a building. It has a hard core and a soft inner core, which helps to avoid cracks in concrete structures. Therefore, the quality of the TMT bars matters a lot.

To choose the best quality TMT bars in India, you need to have a basic understanding of how they’re made and the elements used for the manufacturing process.

The primary raw material is iron ore along with coke and limestones (limestone and dolomite). The raw materials are mixed in a certain ratio and heated to produce molten iron, which is then converted to steel through a verified process. 

Can the TMT Bar pass the flexibility check?

Flexibility plays a pivotal role in withstanding external pressure and stresses. We don’t have a hand in something like a natural disaster, like an earthquake or storms. However, what is in our hands is taking proper precaution. The best quality TMT bars in India should be able to pass the flexibility test. 

Concrete in general is material; thus, it doesn’t get deformed much even under stress and retains its shape. TMT bars, on the other hand, have high tensile strength and ductility. It doesn’t break even in severe conditions and allows the building to move and flex, which is very essential to disperse the energy and reduce the damage as much as possible. 

Will the TMT Bar rust easily?

It is a widely known fact that rusting can weaken steel. Exposure to UV rays, rain, cold, and other weather conditions can cause rusting, which in result impacts the structural integrity of buildings. For high-rise buildings, safety is paramount. No constructors want to use materials that will compromise the safety of those residing in the building. 

When reaching out to TMT bar dealers in India, make sure they guarantee the best quality. Many manufacturers use protective oxide layers which act as a barrier to protect the steel from external factors and reduce the chance of rust formation. 

Is the TMT Bar certified?

Did you know that the best quality TMT bars in India are certified by the Bureau of Indian Standards (BIS)? In a developing country like India, TMT bars are utilized for various constructions, including residential buildings, commercial buildings, bridges, and industrial structures. As it involves thousands of people’s safety, quality can never be compromised. There are various types of certification and standards the TMT bars should meet in terms of strength, flexibility, ductility, and rust resistance.

What grade do you need?

TMT bars come in different grades, but not every grade is right for you. Let’s take a look at the various types of grades and what meets your requirements.

Fe 415

Fe 500

Fe 550

Fe 600

The chemical symbol for iron is "Fe, while the “415” symbolises its yield strength, which basically means the maximum amount of stress it can withstand. The higher the yield strength, the more ductile the TMT bar is, which is essential for complex and large-scale industrial construction projects. 

Which TMT bar should you choose then?

As mentioned above, you have four grade options to choose from:

The Fe 415 grade is ideal for low-rise residential buildings, for instance, a 5-storey building.

The Fe 500 grade is the most common grade used in India's construction, as it is suitable for both high-rise commercial and residential construction.

Heavy-duty infrastructure like the highway, docks and ports need higher strength to support heavy loads and are more prone to corrosion, making FE 550 the most suitable choice. 

Fe 600 is generally considered the highest grade TMT bars and can easily withstand high wind loads. These are majorly used for skyscrapers, bridges, marine construction, etc. 

Round up

In the fast-paced environment of India, we see construction rising up every everyday. As the most populous country in the world, the importance of high rising buildings, bridges and skyscrapers is even more essential to cater to the needs of billions of people. However, we can’t neglect the importance of the quality of material used during constructions, as even a little mistake can lead to major disaster. And to maintain the safety standard of a construction project, you need the best quality TMT bars in India. 

Adukia Industries is a commonly known name that has been a trusted manufacturer of high quality TMT bars in India for over 50 years. Whether you’re a constructor or a TMT bar dealership, choose the right company and the right TMT bars that not just keep a building standing tall but also protect you and your loved ones. 

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Professional Handover and Defect Inspections in Brisbane

Introduction to New Build Handover Inspections

A new home's construction or purchase is an exciting milestone, but it's as important to ensure its quality and safety. By performing a New Build Handover Inspections Brisbane, you can make sure your ideal house is defect-free and up to industry standards before you move in.

The Value of Inspections for New Build Handovers Without a competent inspection, hidden flaws and building mistakes may go undetected in a new home that seems perfect at first appearance. With the aid of Handover Inspection Brisbane, you can spot issues early and make sure builders fix them before the property is turned over.

The same is true for residents in the Gold Coast and Ipswich regions, where Defect Inspections offer comfort by pointing out problems that can jeopardize your home's operation, safety, or worth. By doing this independent assessment, the builder is guaranteed to follow established guidelines and norms.

Inspection Services for Handover in Brisbane Upon completion of building, a Handover Inspection in Brisbane is carried out to confirm the quality of your property. A qualified inspector looks for structural, fixture, or fitting flaws, poor finishes, and unfinished work. This examination guarantees that everything conforms with established contract conditions and construction codes. To guarantee that comparable requirements are fulfilled before taking possession of your new property, it is advisable to schedule a Handover Inspection Ipswich if you are building in a nearby area, such as Ipswich.

Making Sure Practical Completion Standards Are Met by PCI Inspection PCI Inspection Brisbane are designed to make sure your property satisfies Practical Completion requirements. When a new home is ready for occupancy and all significant work has been finished, it is said to be practically completed. At this point, the house is examined in-depth by an impartial inspector who searches for any minor flaws or features that might still require repair. This crucial inspection is also offered to residents in the area by PCI Inspection Gold Coast services. A thorough report detailing any issues found will be sent to you by qualified inspectors, who will also advise the builder to address them before you move in.

Gold Coast and Brisbane Defect Inspection Any new construction, regardless of how well-known the constructor is, may have flaws. In a Defect Inspection Brisbane, flaws, unfinished work, or possible problems that could affect the home's longevity or appearance are found. A thorough examination guarantees that any issues, whether structural or cosmetic, are fixed. Homes in the Gold Coast region can take advantage of Defect Inspection Gold Coast services, which evaluate every part of a recently constructed house. It will be easier for you to move into your new house without any issues if you hire an experienced inspector.

Inspections of New Homes Built in Brisbane Every stage of the building process must adhere to high standards of quality because building a home is a major financial commitment. A qualified Inspector for New Home Construction Brisbane conducts impartial evaluations at crucial phases of building to guarantee there are no unpleasant surprises upon handover. Because these inspections identify problems early, they can save money on future, expensive repairs. You will be in a stronger position to deal with builders to quickly correct any flaws if you hire a certified inspector.

Expert Inspections to Defend Your Investment They provide objective and comprehensive assessments of the property's state, guaranteeing that you will get the high-quality house you were promised. In order to facilitate easy communication between you and your builder, the thorough reports that are given during Handover Inspections Brisbane and Defect Inspections Gold Coast will include a list of any necessary corrections. This procedure makes sure that all flaws—big and small—are fixed prior to the final settlement.

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Swimming Pool Maintenance Companies in Dubai, UAE

Premier Swimming Pool Design Services in Dubai

Green Creation Landscaping, with over 14 years of industry expertise, offers a comprehensive range of swimming pool maintenance services for both residential and commercial clients across Dubai and the UAE. Our services include routine maintenance, cleaning, installation, repair, and refurbishment of indoor and outdoor pools. We provide various service plans, including weekly and bi-weekly visits, chemical delivery, one-time cleanings, inspections, and filter replacements. Additionally, we offer new pool start-ups, holiday services, and repairs for automatic pool cleaners. Our team ensures that your pool is meticulously cared for, whether through regular maintenance or specialized one-time services. We also offer repair and refurbishment for fiberglass pools, ponds, spas, and boats. Our expertise extends to fixing cracks and resurfacing pools, with free consultations and estimates available. Trust Green Creation to revitalize your pool and enhance its longevity.

As a distinguished swimming pool maintenance provider in Dubai, Green Creation is committed to delivering exceptional service tailored to your needs. Our mission is to ensure your pool remains in optimal condition throughout the year, allowing you to enjoy it fully. With extensive experience working with major commercial entities, we offer personalized maintenance packages designed to meet specific requirements. Whether you aim to upgrade an existing pool, address current issues, or construct a new pool, our team possesses the skills and knowledge to execute your project to the highest standards while staying within budget.

Expert Swimming Pool Construction in Dubai

Green Creation Landscaping excels in swimming pool construction with years of experience designing and installing pools for homes, villas, hotels, and resorts throughout the UAE. Our reputation for quality and professionalism ensures that you are partnering with top-tier swimming pool constructors. Whether you are interested in an indoor or outdoor pool, we have the expertise to bring your vision to life. Our capabilities extend to creating stunning infinity pools and natural swimming pools. We collaborate closely with clients throughout the design and construction phases, adhering to your specifications to deliver a pool that meets your expectations. Specializing exclusively in pool construction, we possess the necessary skills and experience for a wide range of projects.

Building a swimming pool is a significant financial and time investment, making it crucial to select a qualified team for the job. Regardless of the pool type—custom in-ground or pre-fabricated—your chosen builders must demonstrate proficiency in each step of the construction process. Green Creation has the expertise and proven track record to handle a variety of pool projects, ensuring that even simple designs are executed with precision. It is vital to finalize the design before commencing any construction work, as modifications after the foundation is set can be challenging. Our extensive experience and satisfied clients attest to our capability in delivering high-quality swimming pools.

Luxury Pools in Dubai

Green Creation stands out for crafting bespoke luxury swimming pools that combine aesthetics with functionality. Our designers meticulously consider every aspect of your project, from individual preferences to the surrounding environment, ensuring that the final pool reflects your unique style. We use premium materials, including natural stone tiles such as marble, limestone, sandstone, and slate, as well as exquisite Italian glass mosaics and porcelain tiles. Our comprehensive design and engineering services involve close collaboration with architects, landscape designers, interior designers, and project managers to create opulent pool and wellness spaces. The surrounding structures and finishes are carefully integrated to enhance the overall pool experience. At Green Creation, we are dedicated to delivering the highest standards of craftsmanship and quality, ensuring your luxury pool is a perfect blend of beauty and functionality.

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Serie Objetos B

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"La percepción es el canal a través del cual propone una vía de encuentro con el observador, que se vuelve receptor a la vez que es también constructor de lo que ve, lo que cree ver y lo que desea ver.

Se trata de trabajos en los que, navegando entre la bi y la tridimensión, la propuesta se torna ambigua y desafiante de las habituales nociones de materialidad: ¿Qué es corpóreo? ¿Qué es virtual?. "

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Clockstone Studio: Ein Kreatives Kraftwerk

Clockstone Studio, eine Innsbrucker Spieleschmiede, hat sich einen Namen in der Welt der Videospiele gemacht. Aber was genau macht dieses Studio so besonders? Tauche ein in die Welt des Entwicklers und entdecke, was hinter ihren vielseitigen und faszinierenden Spielen steckt. Mehr als nur Spiele: Eine Leidenschaft für Kreativität Clockstone Software zeichnet sich durch eine tiefe Leidenschaft für das Design großartiger Spiele aus. Diese Kreativität zeigt sich in jedem ihrer Projekte. Das Team dahinter ist mehr als nur eine Gruppe von Entwicklern – sie sind wahre Künstler in der Welt der digitalen Unterhaltung. Sie laden dich ein, mehr über ihre Arbeit und ihren kreativen Prozess zu erfahren. ©Clockstone Studio. Vielfalt in der Spielewelt von Clockstone Studio Das beeindruckende Portfolio von Clockstone reicht von Action-Rollenspielen bis hin zu Puzzlespielen. Diese Vielfalt beweist, dass das Studio nicht nur flexibel in der Wahl seiner Projekte ist, sondern auch eine breite Palette an Fähigkeiten und Interessen in seinem Team vereint. Egal, ob du ein Fan von intensiver Action oder kniffligen Rätseln bist, der Entwickler hat etwas für jeden Geschmack. ©Clockstone Studio. Die Erfolgsserie: Bridge Constructor Besonders bekannt ist der Entwickler für die beliebte „Bridge Constructor“-Serie. Diese Spiele sind auf zahlreichen Plattformen wie iOS, Android, PC, Mac, Linux, Steam, Xbox One, PS4, Nintendo Switch und WinStore verfügbar. Diese Serie hat nicht nur durch ihre innovative Spielmechanik, sondern auch durch ihre breite Verfügbarkeit Spieler weltweit begeistert. ©Clockstone Studio. Mehr als Spiele: Interaktive Anwendungen Neben Spielen entwickelt der Entwickler auch interaktive Anwendungen für industrielle Zwecke. Dazu gehören WebGL-Produktkonfiguratoren und 3D-Produktpräsentationen für PC und mobile Plattformen. Diese Expansion in verschiedene Bereiche zeigt, dass Clockstone nicht nur im Spielesektor, sondern auch in anderen technologischen Bereichen eine wichtige Rolle spielt. Immer für eine Überraschung gut Clockstone hört nicht auf zu überraschen. Mit einem stetig wachsenden Angebot an Spielen und Anwendungen bleibt das Studio immer relevant und interessant. Sie laden ihre Fans ein, mit ihnen in Kontakt zu treten und mehr über ihre aktuellen und zukünftigen Projekte zu erfahren. Es gibt immer etwas Neues und Aufregendes zu entdecken bei dem Entwickler. Clockstone Studio hat sich als ein dynamischer und vielseitiger Akteur in der Welt der Spieleentwicklung etabliert. Ihr Engagement für Qualität und Kreativität hat sie zu einem Favoriten unter Spielern gemacht. Mit einem Auge immer auf die Zukunft gerichtet, kann man gespannt sein, was als Nächstes von diesem talentierten Team kommt. Die Games des Entwicklers LEGO Bricktales Bridge Constructor The Walking Dead Bridge Constructor Portal Tap Jump - Chase Dr. Blazt Slot Raiders - Great Treasure Quest Bridge Constructor Stunts Bridge Constructor Medievel Bridge Constructor Bridge Constructor Playground GREED - Black Border Avencast - Rise of the Mage Weiter geht es zur Entwicklerseite Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

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gumdrop splatling: gumball machine brand: annaki shots spread over a wide range like a spray shooter can recharge while firing, can't hold charge each shot costs 0.1% of the tank, and it shoots 6*11 times per second the 6 shots will always differ from where they previously were and where the other shots are takes 0.6 seconds to half charge (giving full damage but not range) and 1.2 more to full charge (full damage (+10% at fullest charge) and range) full charge lasts 5 seconds 0.8x strafe speed altkit: crimson gumdrop splatling

featherbrush: feather duster brand: deco falls 60% slower while swinging and 30% slower while rolling has no speed decrease midair 2 shot from a range, 1 shot up close instakills when rolling, but only rolls over 2.3 tiles per second 0.4x strafe speed altkit: featherbrush deco

quickbrush: mop with jet engines attached brand: dolphin rolls 6 tiles per second increased gravity when rolling can't jump while rolling (legs always lifted up) rolling deals 3 tiles of knockback to the one who rolled and the one who was rolled into despite its speed it only has octobrush swing speed and inkbrush damage 1.1x strafe speed altkit: port-okali quickbrush

quickbrush pro: mop with only one big jet engine attached brand: custom rolls 5.3 tiles per second still has increased gravity can jump while rolling (although low) rolling midair 1shots rolling deals 5 tiles of knockback only to the person it hit (it only deals 2 tiles to the one hitting) has octobrush swing speed and painbrush damage 0.9x strafe speed altkit: port-okali quickbrush pro

autumn longbow: literally just a fucking bow brand: nouveau and stringer collab only 1 shot to fire 0.4s to half charge, 0.8s to full charge half charge 1shots (120 dmg) but has slower shot speed full charge takes 6% of your ink tank, half charge takes 3% no charge time penalty midair 7 tile range 1.5x object damage paint of a burst bomb on full charge, paint of a goo tuber tapshot on half charge no strafe speed decrease 0.6s charge hold altkit: spring longbow

gold plated constructor: wrench class: sword brand: deco increased paint at a range quick slashes, 0.5s slash cooldown wants to have its special badly (ideally something like a turret or wave breaker) 11 tile range 1 tile one shot range, 2 tile two shot range, 4 tile three shot range, 11 tile four shot range charged slash has 2s of endlag (but no strafe speed decrease (or swimming)) no white ink frames (designed to use its kit a lot) altkit: iron plated constructor

inkharpe: harp crossbow from minecraft dungeons class: stringer brand: uhh umm hmm uh deep cut 5 spread out shots doesn't charge; shoots every 0.3 seconds like a blaster line marker paint each shot deals 68 damage shooting takes 1.88% of your tank makes funny noise when shooting altkit: lightning inkharpe

zapper brella: lamp with lampshade that covers the bulb brand: sorella neo collab 1 second to charge a 66 dmg shot, after releasing the shield launches if you don't click zr again within 9 frames shield moves at 3 tiles per second and deals 44 damage when it hits something full charge paint is thrice that of a goo tuber tapshot gun can charge hold for 3 seconds shield has 200 hp 2.7 tile range 0.8x strafe speed decrease only at full charge altkit: port-okali zapper brella

rainblaster: pom poms and pipe cleaners arranged into a colorful cannon brand: nouveau shoots every 0.7s, small 60 dmg indirect range but powerful 130 dmg directs 3.3 tile range, 0.92x strafe speed shots consume 5.3% of your tank with 12 white ink frames 9 degrees of jump rng, perfect grounded accuracy line marker paint instantly fires quick shots when shooting out of swim form (also applies to swim rolls surges and walljumps); these shots have no endlag but if you don't swim again after firing then your firerate will return to normal (as well as accuracy, as it will always be perfect shooting out of swimming) altkit: bi light rainblaster

porcelain roller: toilet paper handle for the frame, toilet paper roll for the cover brand: neo ig rolling puts a 1 tile high wall of ink in front of you that blocks shots deals 200 dmg when bumping, rolls at 3 tiles per second, consumes 10% of your tank per second of rolling horizontal flick takes 0.8 seconds (which it spends with the roller directly in front of you) to fling ink 5 tiles and deal 80 dmg (120 up close) vertical flicks take 2 seconds to fling ink 12 tiles (locking onto the spot it wants to fling to) with no strafe speed decrease and the roller blocking shots all the way behind you wind up for its roll is 1.8 seconds of moving only 1 tile per second altkit: gilded porcelain roller

bowl blaster: bowling ball return system brand: ttek clicking zr will lock onto a spot (assumed always as your max range (of 5.3 tiles)) and you have 0.43s to aim away from that spot and have your shot curve to the original target it will always take exactly 0.3 seconds for the shot to curve directs deal 120 dmg, indirects deal 40 object damage is 2.5x there is no jump rng as the shot homes in on a target strafe speed is 0.8x but 0.2x when midair (you're carrying an entire bowling ball return system of course it's heavy) altkit: pro bowl blaster (its shots have stars)

nozzlespray 20: hose class: semiauto brand: dolphin clicking zr will make it start spraying one large aoe shot constantly, spending 5% of your ink tank every second can be cancelled by swimming the ground below and around your line of fire will be painted as if rain was above it anyone caught within this line of fire will take 8 dmg every 0.1s your range is 4 tiles, and there is no strafe speed decrease altkit: watercolor nozzlespray 20

marble slosher: sink except the faucet is gone (and the controls are on the back and ink spews out of the drain) brand: neo when on the ground, the ink will be warm, dealing 78.3 damage but not having droplets when midair, the in will be cold, dealing only 21.7 damage but having droplets (with really good paint and the main slosh also having increased paint (the paint of a burst bomb)) warm range is 3.5 tiles, cold range is 2.3 can slosh every 0.4s (0.21s midair) 0.9x object damage (1.4x midair) 0.7x strafe speed grounded; no strafe decrease midair altkit: port-okali marble slosher

sharp sniper: sharpie class: charger brand: nouveau takes 0.7s to charge, full charge costs 5% of the tank 2s charge hold, releasing zr while swimming will fire the shot 8 tile range 0.5x strafe speed at full charge sniping someone or something will paint like half a reefslider and double the paint output of the shot itself tapshot is fully charged fizzy bomb paint, full charge is curling bomb paint 120 base damage, 2.1x object damage altkit: aquamarine sharp sniper

brass funneler: trombone brand: yoko and the gold bazookas takes 2 seconds to charge, full charge costs 7% tank no charge hold shots take 0.4 seconds to travel allowing them to be dodged after they're fired shots deal 570 damage range is that of ballpoint's longranged mode opponents within 2 tiles of the fired shot will have 2 seconds of -15% run speed and -25% intensify action (and taking 20 damage) paint is the same as if two curling bombs were launched out next to each other object damage is 0.7x; although the debuffs of being near a fired shot are increased by 20% (hp specials in particular will have their duration reduced by 30%) altkit: port-okali brass funneler

brass brella: cymbal brand: yoko and the gold bazookas shield cannot be damaged, although hitting it decreases the shotgun's accuracy by 7% (stacks; takes 3 seconds to adjust back) shield does not get launched, but you cannot fire while it's up firing instantly puts the shield up no strafe speed decrease shots travel 2 tiles and deal 34 damage paint is 12% less than undercover object damage is 1.2x altkit: port-okali brass brella

inkjector: syringe class: blaster brand: neo has 11 tiles of range and deals 56 damage on directs fires every 0.9 seconds directs have the paint of a burst bomb if it hits less than 5 tiles away and the trail of a curling bomb if it had a fizzy bomb on either side directs also have knockback of 0.3 tiles paint will increase by 0.4 tiles per every tile the blast moves after it moves past 5 tiles damage will also increase by 7.3 per every tile the blast crosses literally no object damage (although 5 tiles of object knockback (which also applies to stationaries)) when it kills someone it recovers 6% of its ink tank (can be buffed with iru) and instantly paints its feet (with the paint of a fizzy bomb burst) altkit: inkjector neo

turbo dualies: two jet turbines brand: custom has one 3 tile long roll that you can cancel by swimming or steer with the l stick keeps momentum from rolls allowing it to move midair in turret mode 7 bullets per second; each bullet deals 26.6 damage and costs 0.7% of the ink tank 0.8x strafe speed (1.1x strafe speed after a roll for 1.2s) 0.3 tile paint radius (paints as much as a curling bomb explosion when it hits a target) range is 4 tiles (6 in turret mode) roll endlag is 0.6s altkit: platinum turbo dualies

dualie spacers: https://twitter.com/taroko02/status/1644926248013946881 brand: deco fires at 2.8 tiles of range and twelve 27 damage bullets per second (with each bullet costing 0.2% of the tank) has 3 rolls which can cancel each other (though each one has 0.24s of endlag where you cannot fire or walk (swimming still works)) paint is 0.1 tile radius (although it's 0.3 tiles in turret mode) no strafe speed decrease 1.3x damage in turret mode 0.3s of endlag after using all 3 rolls the amount of rolls you have left is reset after spending 0.5s in turret mode 2x object damage (1.5x in turret mode) turret mode has a scope altkit: port-okali dualie spacers

splatana chipper: twigs vines and iron combined into a sword brand: stringer can swing every 0.4 seconds, horizontal slashes deal 20 damage while verticals (which take 0.6s to charge and have 0.8s of cooldown) deal 63 (126 up close) while vertical slashing, it can dash in any direction (doesn't have to be to where the slash ends up) 0.6x strafe speed 5 tile range, wiper paint x2 clicking zr midair allows you to slam the sword to the ground and deal 2 tile aoe damage (of 320.5) slam slashing fully paints the area around you (but has 0.9s of endlag) altkit: birch splatana chipper

splatana jabber: silver spear brand: foil swings every 0.7s, horizontal slashes deal 36 damage up to 7 tiles away doesn't vertical slash, instead it readies a jab with a 3 tile long dash slash (that 1shots anything in the way and paints well) instantly readies its jab but has 0.4s of endlag 0.3x strafe speed can have dashslash distance reduced by holding l back for 50% less distance and not holding l for no dashslash jabs have 1 tile of range (that can be increased by dashslashing) 1.7x object damage (although jabbing will always adjust damage to 1shot its target) altkit: copper splatana jabber

silverspurt: spray paint bottle class: semi auto brand: nouveau clicking zr will shoot out five 34 damage bullets over 0.5s (clicking it while it shoots will extend its firing duration by 0.2s or 2 bullets) each bullet has sploosh paint and 4.3 tiles of range 15 degrees of jump rng no strafe speed decrease 0.12s of endlag after firing (firing can also be cancelled by swimming) 4.7x object damage altkits: goldspurt & copperspurt

steam roller: steamroller brand: custom can only roll, rolling deals 180 damage rolls at 4.6 tiles per second (5.4 tiles holding b), roll width is 1.5 tiles rolling costs 4% of your tank per second (6% while holding b) holding b also makes a loud sound alerting people to your position ok I lied, it can do a horizontal flick with 2 tiles of range and dynamo paint midair 1.8x object damage altkit: port-okali steam roller

classic soaker roller: color swapping Y shaped handle with sponge as the thing that uh the uh um hm the uh the paint UPDATE: it's called a cover brand: dolphin 3 tile long, 2 tile wide, 0.5s, 73 damage horizontal flick 5 tile long, 0.6 tiles wide, 0.7s, 146 damage vertical flick horizontals paint like a swig, verticals paint like a flingza 60 damage when it rolls into someone rolls over 2 tiles per second but accelerates to octobrush speed over 6 seconds uses 1% of its ink tank to roll over one tile, though rolling over a tile of enemy ink will refill the tank by 4% and fill your "sponge meter" by 11% the "sponge meter" basically enhances your flicks and flings, giving the following buffs:

0.2 more tiles of horizontal flick range

9% better horizontal paint

1.3 more horizontal damage

12% less horizontal endlag

4% slower horizontals

0.4 more tiles of vertical flick range

11% better vertical paint

3.9 more vertical damage

12% more object damage on verticals

9% less vertical endlag

8% slower verticals

0.2 more tiles per second of rolling

6.3 more damage when rolling

0.6% better rolling paint

15% less rolling endlag

3% quicker special charge (in general) for every 6% (per second of roll) 4% (horizontal) or 8% (vertical) of the meter that is full 0.3s of endlag after a horizontal, 0.51s after a vertical 0.8x strafe speed 1.3x object damage altkit: fresh soaker roller

splatana slugger: baseball bat brand: ttek horizontals are balls (with a diameter of 0.2 tiles) 5 tile horizontal range with 15 dmg falloff swing speed is between wiper and stamper horizontals have stamper paint and deal 30 dmg (20 extra when the bat hits them) verticals take 0.3s to charge, 0.4s of england, and aim 15 degrees up verticals have 7.3 tiles of range, 65 damage, and 3 tiles of knockback (1 tile of upward knockback) 25 vertical falloff damage funny sound when you closeup vertical someone and it also deals 3x as much knockback (and 90 damage) horizontals cost 5% of your ink tank, verticals cost 8% 1.6x object damage altkits: dark splatana slugger, light splatana slugger

blade roller: lawnmower brand: custom rolls 2 tiles per second and takes 11% of your tank per second rolling rolling does no damage grounded but does 6 tiles of knockback midair rolling does 123.45 damage but moves 60% slower 1 tile wide roll trail horizontal flick costs 9% of your tank, deals 67.89 damage, and swings like a sword (chaining horizontals acts like mashing zr with wiper) h flicks take 0.4s to wind up and have 0.2s of cooldown vertical flicks have the entire lawnmower behind you they also have 14 tiles of range and 99.99 damage (and cost 20% of your tank) verts take 0.8s to wind up and reduce your strafe speed to 0.12x what it was originally hitting someone with the actual lawnmower will always adjust to 1shot them 0.3x object damage altkit: diamond blade roller

splatana rainblade: remember how you'd connect markers together when you were a kid and pretend they were a sword brand: nouveau slashes every 0.24s, range is 5.7 tiles, damage is 34 (68 within one tile), ink consumption is 2.3% paint is that of pencil verticals take 0.35s to charge and have an infinite charge hold releasing zr during the charge hold forces you out of swim form and releases the slash vertical range is 6.9 tiles, damage is 42 (126 up close), ink consumption is 8% vertical cooldown is 0.23s vertical paint is that of two pencils vertical cooldown is negated by jumping but it has 25% less paint midair strafe speed in both attack modes is 0.6x dash is 1.5 tiles (1.3 tiles midair) with 0.3s of endlag (during which you move 30% slower) 1.2x object damage altkit: flashy splatana rainblade

aerosplatling: air fryer brand: neo foil collab takes 0.9s to charge fires 10 shots per second, has 3.6s of firing at full charge charges and fires twice as fast midair has 3 phases of charging each of which taking 0.3s to charge and lasting 1.2s midair range is 6.5 tiles, grounded range is 8.3 midair damage is 40, grounded damage is 20 midair ink cost per shot is 1.1%, grounded ink cost per shot is 0.7% rechargeable but every recharge takes 15% longer than the last you can't recharge past the phase you started recharging on 6 white ink frames per shot 0.8s charge hold 0.8x strafe speed when grounded 1.75x object damage altkit: 3mix aerosplatling (foil + neo + port-okali)

w-snipe 09: wii fucking bow class: stringer brand: niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiintendo scoped and takes 0.5s to charge 6 degree shot rng one shot that travels 8 tiles per second full shot costs 6% of your tank, deals 40 damage with indirects (I'll explain later), and has 8 tiles of range 0.72x strafe speed full shots have a 0.1 tile indirect radius that deals 40 damage and gives you 5 "points" hitting indirects will not cost "points" that you already have hitting directs will deal 65 damage then have ((points*shots hit)/1.5) added to the damage count with your points being subtracted, before giving you 10 points in return getting points will display the amount of points you got above your head (for indirects in blue and for directs in yellow) no object damage multiplier altkit: w-snipe 07

gale wheeler: the crunchlabs disc launcher class: "wheeler" brand: deco click zr to launch a circular ink blot forward the attack deals 42 damage and has 6 tiles of range (which it travels through over the course of 0.6 seconds) each pop costs 5% of your ink tank and has 0.2s of endlag 30 white ink frames 3 degrees of jump rng pops paint in a 0.5 tile radius and leave a 0.4 tile wide trail 1.5 object damage altkit: port-okali gale wheeler

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Can someone please teach me how to meet Tom Hardy in my dreams (aka lucid dreaming etc) asking for a friend :)

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why have i started shipping arcitect and bonfire

Because you’re a genius anon that’s why. Here, have some material from a certain undercover agent’s on this matter.

For context on these supervillains: Read here for Constructor’s story, and here for Bonfire’s intro.

–

Excerpt from an extended correspondence between L-----, an ex-member of the Architect’s group with a friend about his time in the Fortress of Solace.

Okay so like–I was not near enough to the “inner circle” to know for sure, right? But there were still days when those two, the boss and everyone’s favorite nuclear gal, would say something to each other and look at each other and I’d go–those two are fucking. 

I mean, I’m trying to be funny. Like, I said, I can’t really know! And even with that vibe I’m not really sure. Sometimes I wondered if Constructor was interested in anyone in any romantic or sexual way. Sometimes I also heard a few rumors that Constructor was involved with–well, with this guy. Can’t say I remember said guy’s name or alias, but I thought maybe that meant our big boss wasn’t interested in women. Not that someone can’t be bi, I’m bi, but–urgh, lost my train of thought. 

Point is Constructor never said, one way or another. Very private, you know? But I mean–I was being flippant about it just now, but there was a feeling between those two. And it was strong.

Constructor was one of the only people who would touch her, you know? Like, not in a creepy way. She could melt your skin off if you caught her at a bad time, even if you were an ally. She explained that she couldn’t really control it–she was good at seeming unemotional, keeping a calm tone and all, but if she was pissed or scared then she was gonna burn you no matter how level her voice was. So everyone learned to back off. Even when she got injured. Even when she needed help.

Sam–Samaritan, that is, tended to heal her last out of everyone. He said it was because he had to touch for his powers to work, and she was snarly at him during the best of times. Holy fuck the spats between those two, I wanted to make popcorn and pull up a chair and–shit I got distracted. Anyway, point was if she burned his hands off he’d pass out or die and then everyone else would suffer for it.

So Bonfire always got healed last. Hours, sometimes days after she got injured. And she was very hard to kill, but she still felt pain and would hyperventilate or pass out from it. Because our healing guy was afraid to touch her. Because everyone was afraid to touch her. 

But Constructor? Couldn’t heal her, but whenever she was hurt would be kneeling at her bedside, holding her hand through it. Just seeing Constructor would have her menacing glow die down, too. Sometimes Sam would ask Constructor to keep holding her hand while he did his healing because it helped Bonfire relax and thus be less likely to melt Sam’s hand off.

At first we all thought Constructor had some kind of immunity. There are a few supers immune to her powers, after all. And the boss never seemed to get burned from holding her hand so? It seemed like the obvious conclusion. 

But then one way, we were all sitting around reading our FBI profiles and having a laugh at how wrong they were, and we got to Bonnie’s power list and it listed Constructor as “one of four known immune individuals.” 

“Where did they get that idea?” Constructor asked. 

Bonfire had just been chuckling at some nonsense on her report, and then she stopped and flared. “You’re not immune?” 

Constructor sort of stared at her for a minute, and was like “No, you burned me! Don’t you remember?” 

And there was some back and forth and it turned out–yep. Waaaaaay before our boss became a supervillain, Bonfire had destroyed some building where they were developing technology to monitor illegal immigrants. And Constructor had started putting it back up without knowing, because of course, that’s what Constructor did. So she’d flown down and–according to Constructor, grabbed and whispered: “Don’t.”

And then Constructor was in the hospital for a month and needed skin grafts. 

Constructor was like, “You didn’t know it was me? But you said you didn’t approve of my rebuilding things you had destroyed in the past!” 

And she was like, “I was thinking of the bases. The tech company was too long ago. I don’t…”

And she trailed off. You know it’s really weird that people in the media always characterize Bonfire as–shouty? But I’ve never heard her raise her voice. So she just–I mean, the two of them looked at each other for a while and then she shook her head. Then, she turned to leave the room without saying anything. Constructor ran after, and told everyone else to leave them both alone for a bit.

She stopped taking Constructor’s hand after that for about a year. But even then they were still… there was still that energy between them. That strong… attraction? Friendship? Love? I don’t entirely know what it was.

But I do know that Lethe--the mind reading girl? Was jealous about it. So fucking jealous. Let me tell you--

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Events 9.13

585 BC – Lucius Tarquinius Priscus, king of Rome, celebrates a triumph for his victories over the Sabines, and the surrender of Collatia. 509 BC – The Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus on Rome's Capitoline Hill is dedicated on the ides of September. 379 – Yax Nuun Ahiin I is crowned as 15th Ajaw of Tikal 533 – Belisarius of the Byzantine Empire defeats Gelimer and the Vandals at the Battle of Ad Decimum, near Carthage, North Africa. 1229 – Ögedei Khan is proclaimed Khagan of the Mongol Empire in Kodoe Aral, Khentii: Mongolia. 1437 – Battle of Tangier: a Portuguese expeditionary force initiates a failed attempt to seize the Moroccan citadel of Tangier. 1501 – Italian Renaissance: Michelangelo begins work on his statue of David. 1504 – Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand issue a Royal Warrant for the construction of a Royal Chapel (Capilla Real) to be built. 1541 – After three years of exile, John Calvin returns to Geneva to reform the church under a body of doctrine known as Calvinism. 1584 – San Lorenzo del Escorial Palace in Madrid is finished. 1609 – Henry Hudson reaches the river that would later be named after him – the Hudson River. 1645 – Wars of the Three Kingdoms: Scottish Royalists are defeated by Covenanters at the Battle of Philiphaugh. 1743 – Great Britain, Austria and the Kingdom of Sardinia sign the Treaty of Worms. 1759 – Battle of the Plains of Abraham: the British defeat the French near Quebec City in the Seven Years' War, known in the United States as the French and Indian War. 1782 – American Revolutionary War: Franco-Spanish troops launch the unsuccessful "grand assault" during the Great Siege of Gibraltar. 1788 – The Philadelphia Convention sets the date for the first presidential election in the United States, and New York City becomes the country's temporary capital. 1791 – King Louis XVI of France accepts the new constitution. 1808 – Finnish War: In the Battle of Jutas, Swedish forces under Lieutenant General Georg Carl von Döbeln beat the Russians, making von Döbeln a Swedish war hero. 1812 – War of 1812: A supply wagon sent to relieve Fort Harrison is ambushed in the Attack at the Narrows. 1814 – In a turning point in the War of 1812, the British fail to capture Baltimore. During the battle, Francis Scott Key composes his poem "Defence of Fort McHenry", which is later set to music and becomes the United States' national anthem. 1843 – The Greek Army rebels (OS date: September 3) against the autocratic rule of king Otto of Greece, demanding the granting of a constitution. 1847 – Mexican–American War: Six teenage military cadets known as Niños Héroes die defending Chapultepec Castle in the Battle of Chapultepec. American troops under General Winfield Scott capture Mexico City in the Mexican–American War. 1848 – Vermont railroad worker Phineas Gage survives an iron rod 1+1⁄4 inches (3.2 cm) in diameter being driven through his brain; the reported effects on his behavior and personality stimulate discussion of the nature of the brain and its functions. 1862 – American Civil War: Union soldiers find a copy of Robert E. Lee's battle plans in a field outside Frederick, Maryland. It is the prelude to the Battle of Antietam. 1882 – Anglo-Egyptian War: The Battle of Tel el-Kebir is fought. 1898 – Hannibal Goodwin patents celluloid photographic film. 1899 – Henry Bliss is the first person in the United States to be killed in an automobile accident. 1899 – Mackinder, Ollier and Brocherel make the first ascent of Batian (5,199 m – 17,058 ft), the highest peak of Mount Kenya. 1900 – Filipino insurgents defeat a small American column in the Battle of Pulang Lupa, during the Philippine–American War. 1906 – The Santos-Dumont 14-bis makes a short hop, the first flight of a fixed-wing aircraft in Europe. 1914 – World War I: The Battle of Aisne begins between Germany and France. 1922 – The final act of the Greco-Turkish War, the Great Fire of Smyrna, commences. 1923 – Following a military coup in Spain, Miguel Primo de Rivera takes over, setting up a dictatorship. 1933 – Elizabeth McCombs becomes the first woman elected to the New Zealand Parliament. 1942 – World War II: Second day of the Battle of Edson's Ridge in the Guadalcanal Campaign. U.S. Marines successfully defeated attacks by the Japanese with heavy losses for the Japanese forces. 1944 – World War II: Start of the Battle of Meligalas between the Greek Resistance forces of the Greek People's Liberation Army (ELAS) and the collaborationist security battalions. 1948 – Deputy Prime Minister of India Vallabhbhai Patel orders the Army to move into Hyderabad to integrate it with the Indian Union. 1948 – Margaret Chase Smith is elected United States senator, and becomes the first woman to serve in both the U.S. House of Representatives and the United States Senate. 1953 – Nikita Khrushchev is appointed General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. 1956 – The IBM 305 RAMAC is introduced, the first commercial computer to use disk storage. 1956 – The dike around the Dutch polder East Flevoland is closed. 1962 – An appeals court orders the University of Mississippi to admit James Meredith, the first African-American student admitted to the segregated university. 1964 – South Vietnamese Generals Lâm Văn Phát and Dương Văn Đức fail in a coup attempt against General Nguyễn Khánh. 1964 – Martin Luther King Jr. addresses a crowd of 20,000 West Berliners on Sunday, in Waldbühne. 1968 – Cold War: Albania leaves the Warsaw Pact. 1971 – State police and National Guardsmen storm New York's Attica Prison to quell a prison revolt, which claimed 43 lives. 1971 – Chairman Mao Zedong's second in command and successor Marshal Lin Biao flees China after the failure of an alleged coup. His plane crashes in Mongolia, killing all aboard. 1977 – General Motors introduces Diesel engine, with Oldsmobile Diesel engine, in the Delta 88, Oldsmobile 98, and Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser models amongst others. 1979 – South Africa grants independence to the "homeland" of Venda (not recognised outside South Africa). 1982 – Spantax Flight 995 crashes at Málaga Airport during a rejected takeoff, killing 50 of the 394 people on board. 1985 – Super Mario Bros. is released in Japan for the NES, which starts the Super Mario series of platforming games. 1987 – Goiânia accident: A radioactive object is stolen from an abandoned hospital in Goiânia, Brazil, contaminating many people in the following weeks and causing some to die from radiation poisoning. 1988 – Hurricane Gilbert is the strongest recorded hurricane in the Western Hemisphere, later replaced by Hurricane Wilma in 2005 (based on barometric pressure). 1989 – Largest anti-Apartheid march in South Africa, led by Desmond Tutu. 1993 – Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin shakes hands with Palestine Liberation Organization chairman Yasser Arafat at the White House after signing the Oslo Accords granting limited Palestinian autonomy. 1997 – A German Air Force Tupolev Tu-154 and a United States Air Force Lockheed C-141 Starlifter collide in mid-air near Namibia, killing 33. 2001 – Civilian aircraft traffic resumes in the United States after the September 11 attacks. 2007 – The Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples is adopted by the United Nations General Assembly. 2007 – The McLaren F1 team were found guilty of possessing confidential information from the Ferrari team, and were fined $100 million and were excluded from the constructors' championship standings. 2008 – Delhi, India, is hit by a series of bomb blasts, resulting in 30 deaths and 130 injuries. 2008 – Hurricane Ike makes landfall on the Texas Gulf Coast of the United States, causing heavy damage to Galveston Island, Houston, and surrounding areas. 2013 – Taliban insurgents attack the United States consulate in Herat, Afghanistan, with two members of the Afghan National Police reported dead and about 20 civilians injured. 2018 – The Merrimack Valley gas explosions: One person is killed, 25 are injured, and 40 homes are destroyed when excessive natural gas pressure caused fires and explosions.