He’s been clingy all night. He knows, he’s been touchy, and clingy, and, like, pretty much glued to Daniel.
It’s unlike Max, really, to be this clingy. To be this close and constantly begging for attention, to be this touchy. Sure, Max loves to give hugs, loves to draw people in close and hold them just a second longer than they might’ve wanted the hug to last. He loves to give hugs like a true teddy bear.
But he isn’t touchy in public, not like this. He doesn’t drag his lover by his arm, reel him in close, breathe in every last bit of sweat and cologne till it’s so mixed in his nostrils, he knows no better than their scent. Until it’s engraved in his brain and locked so tightly, never to fade from his memories.
Max is a sharer when it comes to his riches, not just the money, but also the love, with the people he holds dear.
He’s not a sharer of personal information, pet names, or private touches.
Tonight, though, he is. because he’s drunk, and so goddamn touchy.
He knows he’s touchy, because Daniel tells him this.
Daniel says, under a layer of a proud smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes, "You’re touchy."
Really, Max should nod and kiss him on his neck and wonder faintly if he’s being too touchy, and if Daniel would rather he wasn’t this touchy. If he should put space between them and talk to some other drivers in this club, or to other vague colleagues or former teammates and mingle with all these people and talk to them, joke with them, relive old memories with them.
But Max doesn’t want to and Max is far too drunk to think.
So, instead of kissing Daniel’s neck, he bites his earlobe and whispers, "Want you to take me home. Want everyone to see. Want them to wonder what you’re gonna do to me. Want them to be jealous."
Daniel’s warm hand on Max’s thigh tightens, the grip almost bruising.
Daniel sighs, "Twenty minutes. C’mon Max, we can’t be the first to leave. That’s not polite."
"Polite my ass. Want you to fuck me." And woah he cannot believe he really just said that. The words were out of his mouth before the thought had fully formed, and he’s not really one to beg either. Tonight all his usual stuff seems to be thrown out of the window and he’s being unlike himself, but hey! Sue him! He’s 24, in a bar with his boyfriend, horny and drunk off his ass. He can be clingy and beg! Fuck it! If he wants Daniel to bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him so hardly he’ll forget his own name, then he’s allowed to ask for it!
Daniel seems quiet for a second, and Max watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs. He blinks, and looks at Max with newer eyes, darker, hungrier. Max smiles, feeling like he’s gotten what he wanted. He’s pushed Daniel into this state of mind, and once Daniel’s on the same page as he is, there’s no going back.
It’s easy to be on the same page as Daniel, had been from the moment they became teammates. They keep each other on their toes, push the other to their limits, to perform in ways they never thought they were capable. They exceed their own records simply by pushing each other so much. And off-track, they had this wonderful friendship, joking with each other, pulling pranks, flirting playfully. It was marvellous for as long as it lasted, but no one was surprised that there was more — that while Daniel left Red Bull, he never left Max. They clung to each other like opposite sides of a magnet, and haven’t let go since.
Their relationship was a natural progression thenceforth. It was a way to spend time together, to fill that void of rivalry on track. it’s never felt as simple as this — falling in love with Daniel had been like breathing to Max, something he was conditioned to do, something that came easy. They’ve had their rough moments, due to their stressful jobs, but they always got their way out together, to make something better of themselves, and of the other.
"I said twenty minutes," Daniel tries, but his dark eyes and rough voice spoil how riled up he is, how hungry.
"And I said fuck my ass." Max retorts, loud enough for anyone near them to hear, but it’s not like they haven’t been openly flirty and sexual before. Well — Daniel has, Max has always been the flustered counterpart muttering small not here and dan, I’ve to focus, stop, babe.
And now Max is the one being boisterous.
Daniel hisses, "Wait here, I’ll grab out coats."
"I’ll finish your drink."
"You’ll do no such thing, enough for you, young man."
"I’m twenty-four, fuck off."
"Yeah, you just got out of the womb. Anyways, drink this water, call a cab. I’ll be right back." Daniel rises from his seat, then looks back at Max and yells over the loud music, "And stop pouting!"
—
"Keep it clean back there fellas, or you’re paying for a new car for me too."
"Why-" Max moves back from Daniel’s neck to argue with the cabbie, "Why would we pay for a new car-"
"Max, drop it."
"-If we’d, what, make a lil’ mess here?" Max squints his eyes at the driver, but he can barely make out any facial features. Despite several glasses of water having been handed to him by Daniel to sober up at least a little bit, he still feels in a drunken haze. He still feels like there’s not even the smallest of filters from his brain to his mouth, or from that warm desire in his skin to his muscles.
"All I’m saying," Says the cabbie, "If you throw up there, or do something else nasty, this car’s yours and I demand a new one."
"Can’t we just clean it though? Wouldn’t that be easier for the both of us?" Max sits up a bit straighter. With every word he speaks, he feels more grounded, and less in his otherworldly haze. So he keeps talking, keeps holding this harmless and dumb argument with the cabbie, to get himself back to planet earth so he can be fully aware of every sensation Daniel brings him when he’ll pound into his ass later.
"My car, my rules."
"Not your car if we were to make a mess, though."
"No, but still my rules."
"To what do the rules apply, then?"
"Max, I swear to god, I’m going to-"
"Oooooooooooh," Max muses, turning his attention back to Daniel. He gets a hand on Daniel’s cheek to turn his face to look at Max. There’s a grin on Max’s face and he feels completely shameless when he says, "Are you gonna strap the ball gag around my face?"
Daniel’s hand on Max’s hip squeezes, and it’s just on this side of uncomfortable.
There’s the faint shape of the cabbie shaking his head in Max’s peripheral, but he has forgotten about the man altogether. All he sees is Daniel, and the way the gears shift in Daniel’s head, searching for a way to respond to this. Daniel wiggles his hips and Max feels how his dick is about half hard at this point. The comment he whispers is more sincere than Max had anticipated, his words covered in a sweet layer of love when he says, "No, your voice is far too pretty to miss out on."
Max’s grip on Daniel’s face falters only a little bit, his heart clenching at the mere honesty of the comment. He chuckles uncomfortably, searching for a joke to release the sudden tension that’s formed between them. god, he wants nothing more than to push this man against a wall and have him fuck him senseless. He can’t find a joke in his head, not one little man in his brain is able to help him out with this one, so instead, he stutters a soft, "th-thanks babe."
All these years of being with Daniel, and Max still isn’t used to the compliments.
Daniel presses a soft kiss to Max’s nose, and it feels like all previous urgency has left his veins as he does nothing more than breathe Daniel in. Max feels stunned, on hold, on the verge of something special. Like any moment now, something big can happen, something life-changing, something otherworldly.
Instead, the cabbie halts the car and says, "We’re here."
—
Max’s fingers are shaking when Daniel unlocks the door to their apartment — he still feels like this is a tipping point, like tonight is something important, something big. Daniel had already left the party because Max asked, because Max needed it, and Max somehow feels like he has to live up to his promise. He has to make tonight worthwhile. So that Daniel won’t regret coming home with him.
Years of being together, and Max is still insecure Daniel might leave him any second now. He’s always felt like that. When Max loves someone, he loves them hard, feelings curling around every bit of his nerves, every thought ending with one of his partner, a constant need of being around them. Max doesn’t do anything half-assed, but relationships are by far the things he takes most serious. All he wants is to love, and give love in return — and he’s been heartbroken enough times, to worry for things to end.
Maybe it had started with his parent’s divorce, and the years of not seeing his mother that followed. Maybe it’s some deep-rooted anxiety that will never leave him, and that’s okay, he’ll just have to learn how to live with it.
He hopes he can figure that all out with Daniel by his side.
Max takes a steadying breath, feeling his own thoughts coming back inside his body as he gets rid of those insecure thoughts. Maybe one day he’ll tell Daniel all about it — the things he keeps to himself, the words he never spills from his mouth, the thoughts he rather doesn’t think.
Tonight, he just want Daniel to fuck his brains out.
Daniel swings the door open and gestures for Max to enter. Max walks inside with his face on Daniel the entire time, and the second Daniel steps inside, Max yanks him by his collar and pushes him against the nearest wall, attacking his mouth with such fervour he's never felt before. It’s like Max flipped a switch in his brain, told himself to set his worries aside and get Daniel to ruin his throat and fuck his ass so much, he cannot form a single coherent thought.
It seems to work, because when Daniel reaches out to hold his sides, Max melts to him, feels his body turn into liquid as he falls into Daniel’s embrace.
Fuck it, Max thinks. Tonight is an important tipping point, tonight is special. Tonight is the night where Daniel gets a free card on what to do with Max, as long as Max just screams so loud, it silences his thoughts.
Max groans against Daniel’s lips, as Daniel walks him back, back, back to their bedroom. Max says, voice steadier than it’s been all night, "Dan- please, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up so badly."
Daniel stops moving for what feels like the longest three seconds in Max’s life.
He looks at Max’s eyes with wonder, followed by unfiltered lust and newfound want — he grunts, voice hoarse from merely making out, "Oh I’m gonna knock you up for real, baby boy."
And a little piece of Max dies right there.
Max feels his dick getting instantly harder, much more into this than ever before. Daniel all but throws him onto the bed, and Max rushes to get out of his clothes. Daniel stands very still as he watches. Max feels his eyes burning on his skin, the laser vision watching every move. Max throws all his clothes away from him, away from the bed, into the void of their bedroom. He shivers against the cold, even though every part of his body is on fire. He takes a deep breath, leans on his elbows, and looks at Daniel with a raised eyebrow.
Daniel lets himself fall atop Max, kisses his collarbone, his neck, and Max drags him up to meet his lips. Daniel’s hands are moving all over Max’s sides, touching every piece of his skin as if it’s the first time.
And maybe, in some way, it is the first time — the first time that Max demanded Daniel’s attention all the way from the moment they set foot in the club. The first time Max publicly clung to Daniel’s side, the first time Max asked Daniel to take him home, the first time he begged for Daniel to fill him up.
Max bites Daniel’s bottom lip, and smooths his tongue over the bite right after. He mutters, "Get out of your clothes, and quick."
"Demanding, demanding, you are today," He says, and his Australian accent has never sounded hotter than this before. There’s something about Daniel’s lust-filled voice that is lower, rougher, and makes Max want to sink to his knees instantly. Max arches his back, feeling every piece of fabric rub against his sensitive skin.
It’s torture.
"Daniel- please, just-"
"Fill you up?"
"All the fucking way."
"Lick it out of you after or," Daniel moves to Max’s ear and whispers, "Should I plug you up and see what kind of babies we’ll have?"
"Dan!" Max throws his head back, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and his vision turning blurry — god, there’s nothing more than this he could want. "Please."
"You’re so pretty when you beg," Daniel says, earnestly. He moves back to throw his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. Max rolls over to his chest, waiting for Daniel to finish, suddenly feeling like he isn’t allowed to look without permission.
Max takes a deep breath to relax some of the raging thoughts in his head that keep worrying, that keep telling him that everything is temporary, that he feels like he isn’t allowed to watch, because he’s not worth it. He hasn’t earned it Rationally speaking, the idea is absurd — who’d need to earn looking at someone? Especially Max at Daniel, in this steady relationship. Max takes another breath, and hopes that whenever Daniel touches him, when Daniel will fuck his ass and grip his hips strong enough to leave bruises, his brain will shut up and he can just enjoy the night.
Sobering-Max is an overthinker, and every other version of Max absolutely hates this state of being.
Daniel places a warm hand on Max’s lower back. His voice is empathetic when he whispers, “Flip over.”
Max does as told, though slightly hesitantly. He frowns.
“I can tell you’re thinking, do you want to talk about it?”
Daniel looks absolutely angelic in this light, lit by the bedroom light behind him, covering him in a warm yellow hue. His eyes are full of love, and his expression is worrying. He cares so much for Max, it’s almost overwhelming.
It’s glances like these that Max needs sometimes, this look of pure and powerful love that convince him he does deserve love, he does deserve Daniel.
Max shakes his head, “I’m okay, thanks.”
“Good, you know the safeword, right?”
“Hmhm, Eifel.” Eifel, for the podium they shared in 2020, when everything was complicated, when Daniel wasn’t a Bull anymore, but they were together. They shared that moment, they hold it close to their heart. The world was a mess, but in those few minutes on podium where Max sprayed Daniel with champagne, fully ignoring Lewis on the other half of the podium, everything was okay.
That podium was a confirmation to Max that even though they separated as teammates, Daniel never separated from Max. Thinking back at this moment warms Max’s heart with warmth, with confidence, with calmth.
“Good, good.” Daniel mutters, placing a soft kiss to Max’s lips. Max reaches out to cup his cheek, holding him close for a second longer, just to remind himself that it’s all gonna be okay. Daniel isn’t his dad, or his mom, or anyone who left Max in times of need, or anyone who would benefit from Max’s achievements. Daniel is Daniel, Max’s boyfriend — however much he despises the word — and maybe even his soulmate, if the world can be kind to him. But Max has faith, tentative faith for the future. Faith he finds in Daniel’s lips, as he kisses him once more, unasked for by Max, but very much needed.
“I’m gonna open you up now,” Daniel whispers, and he runs his hand over Max’s stomach as if he’s really gonna fill him with his babies. The idea makes Max squirm under Daniel’s gaze, and a bead of precome makes his dick shine.
Daniel gets his hand in their nightstand, blindly reaching for the lube, knowing exactly where it lays. Max closes his eyes, this is gonna be good. Daniel gets his hands on Max’s thighs, and spreads him open. He takes his time just looking at Max, admiring him. Under his breath, he mutters, “So pretty.” And Max thinks maybe he wasn’t allowed to hear it, maybe Daniel’s praise is something Daniel keeps to himself — all his thoughts about how gorgeous and talented he thinks Max is. He knows Max doesn’t like the compliments, the flattering. But that doesn’t mean Daniel doesn’t think such things.
Daniel slips two fingers into Max at once, just to see how open he still is from the last time they were together. Max arches his back, huffing soft breaths, silently begging for more, more. Daniel wastes no time, every last bit of rush inching back into his veins as he touches Max and moves him around. His fingers fuck into Max, first slowly, but now hurried, fast.
Max takes in a shivering breath and squeezes his eyes shut, his voice shakes when he says, "I’m not gonna last, if- if you keep that up. Babe- please just-"
"Hm, I got you babe, I’m gonna fill you up all the way, and then plug you up nicely-"
"Dannnn!!"
"-So that not one bit of my come slips out of you. You need to treasure it, Max. Get all stuffed and so full, all for me." Daniel says, whilst he uses his left hand to cover his dick in lube. It looks uncomfortable, but Daniel doesn’t seem to mind, making quick work of the task and angling his dick to slide inside Max.
Max groans out low, feeling how Daniel fills him more and more, and he suddenly finds himself hungry for it, wanting to drag Daniel close by his biceps to get him to fill him up faster, and more, and deeper. Daniel chuckles softly when he bottoms out. He presses a kiss to Max’s collarbone, before biting down on it.
Daniel mutters, "People have got to know who those babies in your belly belong to, hm?"
Max rolls his eyes to the back of his head — it’s all so much, and Daniel’s barely moved. But he slipped his kink under his breath and Daniel’s taking it to a new level, pressing these newfound buttons with ease, knowing what to say to rile Max up, despite never having done this before.
“I’m gonna lift you up now, okay?” Daniel whispers, getting his hands under Max’s ribs. Max surrenders to the touch, letting Daniel guide him wherever he takes him. Daniel sits cross-legged, and places Max in his lap.
Max smiles warmly, “Hey, you.” and kisses him on the side of his mouth.
“C’mon babe,” Daniel says, disturbing the path of kisses Max was placing from his jawline to his neck, “Fuck yourself on my dick, fill yourself with my babies.”
Max trails a hand down his own belly, imagining a world where he could get pregnant with Daniel’s babies, and what their kids would look like. He smiles softly, then gets his hands in Daniel’s curls, tugs it softly before rising off of Daniel’s dick almost entirely, and then slamming down. Daniel groans out, Max bites Daniel’s lower lip. He rolls his hips softly, and finds a calm pace. He focuses on kissing Daniel, on receiving the lovely comments, the praise, and tries not to get overwhelmed with it all. When Max loves, Max loves hard and he hasn’t always gotten that in return. Daniel’s different, Daniel loves him so much too, and Max gets to have a taste of what it’s like to be loved by someone, and be loved hard.
Daniel breathes hard as he misses Max’s kiss — Max licks into Daniel’s mouth instead — and tells Max he’s gonna lay him down again, tells him that Max is getting too much, tells him he needs to fill Max up, and do it now, because the desire is seeping into his veins and he cannot let go. Max arches his back the second his head hits the bed, and Daniel gets his hands around Max’s side to slide in and out of him easily.
Daniel thrusts and thrusts into Max, finding a relentless pace that has Max on the constant edge of coming, on the verge of something bigger. Max has to hold onto the headboard to keep himself from crushing his head into it, because Daniel seems to be in some sort of haze, like the lust was a wave that crashed into him and took control of his senses and muscles.
Max doesn’t mind.
"oOH my god, Dan!" Followed by a string of intermixed dutch and English swearwords leave Max’s mouth as Daniel finds Max’s prostate and fucks against it. He abuses the place like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t awaken fireworks inside Max’s belly, Max’s chest, Max’s heart, whenever Daniel’s dick hits it.
"God you’re so gorgeous," Daniel says, as he bites and bites more of Max’s skin, kissing the purple spots right after it.
"I’m- I’m so close-"
"Then come for me, baby boy."
Something about the way Daniel says it, the baby boy, the demand, has Max absolutely wild. Daniel’s voice is so low, and rough, but filled with love and admiration for the man below him, that Max feels overwhelmed just by hearing it.
It has him bursting at the seams, as he comes and comes, untouched by anything but the brush of Daniel’s chest over his own. He spills over his own chest, covering his skin in come.
Daniel smiles when he sees Max come, when he sees his face in this pure state of bliss right after, and he doesn’t break eye contact, even as his thrusts slow down so he can lick the come from Max’s chest.
One of Max’s hands shoots to Daniel’s dark curls, clinging to it like it’s his lifeline.
Max clenches his ass down on Daniel’s dick a bit extra, just to hear that punched-out noise that follows.
Max says, voice completely wrecked from screaming Daniel’s name like it’s a mantra, "Fill me up, love. Make my belly bulge from it, make me-"
But Max can’t even finish his line, before Daniel groans low and bites down on Max’s skin, pushing himself in fully deep once more before he fills Max up.
Max has never felt more content in his life.
—
True to his word, Daniel reaches out to the nightstand to grab a plug he bought for Max a few months ago. When Max asked what Daniel had in mind, Daniel kissed him and said, all in due time.
Apparently, that special moment Max had been waiting for, was today.
Daniel slides the plug in Max’s ass with ease, and kisses the inside of his thigh before laying Max’s legs down on the bed. He kisses Max’s belly, “You’re gonna look so pretty with a baby bump… all for me.”
Max blushes and bites his lip, not finding the words to respond, simply reaching out to grab Daniel’s cheeks and kiss him. He whispers, “Thank you,” and falls asleep to Daniel cleaning his belly with a warm washcloth, waking up to an arm slung protectively over his tummy, and the warm body of his lover, his other half, by his side.