Work Text:
“Hey Pato. Marco tossed me this bracelet. Said he got it from someone at the autograph signing this morning. I put it on my wrist so I'd remember to bring it to you. Forgot to get it to you before the public drivers meeting. Here, take it now... What the fuck?"
Alex paused as he went to pull the beaded bracelet off his wrist.
"Fucking hell. I have had this thing on for over an hour. In front of hundreds of people and cameras. I am going to kill, Marco."
Pato reached over and grabbed the bracelet from his boyfriend and immediately started laughing.
Cumslut.
"I have so many questions," Pato continued to snicker. "The first being, who in the hell gave this to Marco at a public signing? Secondly, why did you not look at it before you put it on?"
"Because people give us these things all the time!"
"They do. And this one is correct when it comes to me or Marco. Everyone in our Paddock knows that."
"Possibly everyone at IMS thinks that about me now!"
"Alex. You have your pullover on. Likely no one saw it. Except maybe whoever you were sitting by on that stage."
"Son of a bitch. That is why Conor kept grinning at me. That bastard. Going to murder him too. Right after Marco."
"I mean, you wearing it isn't totally wrong, Alex. You are a bit of a cumslut too. Especially when we play with James and Lexi. You love eating your come from all of our asses. Or James' when he fills mine."
"So not the point."
"What can I do to make this better, baby?"
"Do what that bracelet advertises. Suck my cock and swallow my come."
"We have to be on the busses for the parade in less than ten minutes."
"Are you saying you can't make me come in less than ten minutes you cockwhore? With me fucking your face and pulling your hair?"
"Well, when you put it that way. Get that huge cock over here."
Pato wasted no time unbuttoning Alex's jeans and pulling them and his boxer briefs down. Cock immediately deep throated.
**********
They made it on the transportation for downtown with about a minute to spare. Pato's hair maybe a little messier than usual. Both their lips spit slick from sharing Alex's come.
**********
"Umm, Pato..."
"Yeah, Christian?" Pato asked as they finished up their final debrief and were headed back to the bus lot for the night.
"You probably are aware of this but just in case. There is a bracelet on your wrist that says 'cumslut.' I mean, I know you and Alex get up to a lot of fun things, but I certainly did not imagine he would want you advertising that."
"Fuck. I forgot to take it off. He's probably going to add me to his hit list with Conor and Marco now."
Explaining the whole crazy debacle to Christian had them both smiling as they walked to the lot.
"You are likely safe from Rossi, Pato. At least on the dying part. Being fucked to within an inch of your life? That may happen."
"Those are fun nights. You should come over and experience it sometime. Being railed by Alex’s cock is fucking fantastic."
"Maybe after Detroit?"
"I will put you on our schedule. Plan to stay the night."
Christian's eyebrow raised at the word schedule but then he nodded and turned off towards his own bus.
**********
Pato held the bracelet in his hand before he sat it on the bedside table on his left, "I still am curious who made this for Marco. Our fans are usually pretty respectful."
"Prick bastard probably made it himself to fuck with me. It is 500 time and he thinks he is the King of Pranks," Alex grumbled, sitting on the side of the bed, pulling off his clothes.
"And you will get him back. Right now, though I need you to come curl up with me. Five o’clock is going to come really early, baby."
If it wasn't the night before the Indy 500, Alex would be cooking up something for his former lover. But Pato was right. It had become tradition to get up for the cannon and fireworks that opened up one of his favorite places in the world for Race Day.
"We'll get James involved too," Pato said softly to Alex when he pulled him into his embrace. "Sometimes he is more devious than you. That sweet, innocent Canadian is just an act."
Alex was well aware of James' deviant tendencies, having taught most of them to his best friend over the years.
“Marco will never see it coming. His ass is mine. In more than one way,” Alex yawned, closing his eyes and burying Pato’s head into his neck. Mind and body very happy right now.