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When Frederik wakes up, both sides of the bed are cold.
Confused, the Omega rubs the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up. Neither Logan nor Juan is sleeping beside him, something very unusual. Normally, he has a hard time getting the two Alphas out of bed at a reasonable time.
Frederik can’t stop the confused whine that escapes his lips before his ears catch the faint sound of the shower running and soft music coming from the radio in their kitchen.
His inner Omega calms down a bit and he slips back under the covers, the frosty morning air that comes through the opened window makes him freeze. He still would have preferred to wake up cuddled in between the two Alphas and there’s some curiosity why they are up already. None of them has team duties until later and again, it is rare that Frederik is the last to wake up.
The Omega sighs, playing with the fabric of Logan’s Williams shirt he has stolen from him a while ago. When he thinks about it, there is not a clear explanation for how they ended up together, it just clicked at one point, making them confess their feelings and agree on courting each other - Frederik firmly believes that only because he’s an Omega, doesn’t mean he gets spoiled by them and can’t give back signs of affection, their relationship is very equal. It still doesn’t stop the two others from pampering him with love and affection from time to time.
Juan and Logan could not be more different about courting Fred but he loves it, both of them are unique to him in their own way. Where Juan is outgoing, very forward and never shies away from stealing a risky moment of affection with him in the paddock, Logan is more reserved and prefers to save it for behind closed doors, where the stress of the racing world seems so far away. Which by no way makes it less thrilling, the chance of getting caught is still high, lingering scents on each other are the biggest risk to giving it away. It hurts to wash away the mix of his Alphas’ scents off, his inner Omega always getting confused over why Frederik would not want to show that he has found perfect mates but it’s not the right time yet to make it public.
Aside from the constant hiding, there is also Juan’s and Logan’s past they have to work through and it had not been easy in the beginning. Even now, they are not finished with it, only Frederik knows by now how to deal with it when Juan is in pain and hides it or Logan withdraws himself for a while. Still, it doesn’t mean that Frederik’s heart doesn’t hurt with them whenever it happens.
“What are you thinking about, hm?” Logan has entered their bedroom, hair still wet from the shower and Frederik notes that he is wearing one of Juan’s sweaters, looking soft in the winter morning light that is falling into the room. He watches how the Alpha walks over and closes the window, giving Frederik a better view from where he is curled up.
“That I’m taller than both of you,” Frederik grins from behind the covers, knowing that both Alphas get their egos scratched over those three centimetres he has on them. And he is more than willing to remind them about it every minute he can.
Logan rolls his eyes before turning to the door. “Juan, we can have the pancakes for ourselves, Fred is mean again!”
“No, Juan I love you!” Fred sits up instantly. Juan’s pancakes are too good to miss them and the only thing he would betray both of them for. There’s no way he’s not getting one.
Juan appears in the door, grinning widely while holding a tablet in his hands, stocked with cups of coffee and still steaming pancakes. “Was it the height again?”
“Of course,” Logan snorts, making space on their night stand, helping Juan to put the heavy tablet down. “He has nothing else as an argument, that’s why he’s using his three centimetres advantage again.”
Frederik pouts. “Okay, I’m sorry for hurting your Alpha egos, now give me the pancakes-”
He’s stopped by Logan flopping down on the bed right next to him, pulling Frederik into a long and warm kiss, making him forget about the all the pancakes in the world. He smells like Frederik’s shampoo and Juan’s scent lingers on the sweater, making the Omega weak. Logan’s lips are soft and gentle, making Fred’s stomach tingle. He loves them both much.
“Save some for me,” Juan grumbles as he takes the other side, pushing Logan playfully away.
“Hey, I’m not running away,” Frederik giggles before he is shut up again by Juan this time, another soft pair of lips replacing Logan’s. The Alpha is smelling like coffee and sweet pancakes, which is Frederik’s favourite smell to be woken up too and it matches Juan’s wooden scent nicely. It’s also the type of spoiling Frederik would choose all day if he could, having his Alpha’s close makes him happy.
“Are you done now?” Logan asks, seated at the end of the bed now, already munching on the first pancake, earning himself protest from the two others. “What? They get cold until you two are done.”
Juan raises an eyebrow but Logan holds out the plate as a peace offering and Juan grabs one, splitting it in half to feed Frederik with it, who is laying nestled against his side. The Omega has no desire to move at all, Juan is so soft and warm.
“You know you look cute in my Williams shirt but you look even better without it,” Logan grins as he hands Frederik a piece of his own pancake and the Omega gladly accepts it but not before slapping Logan’s arm.
“It’s barely nine!”
“Not before my first coffee please…” Juan groans in agreement and reaches over to grab his favourite mug, careful to not spill anything on the sheets or Fred.
“I have sim work later, I don’t need to explain why sitting hurts…” Frederik grumbles although Logan looks very tempting with tousled hair and Juan somehow always look hot. There would be enough time, but then again, Frederik’s brain tells him it’s probably a bad idea. “Besides, the pack doesn’t know yet and would freak out.”
“Right.” Juan nods, accepting another pancake that Logan holds out for him. “What do you think, Logan? Should we tell him about the two giant hickeys on his neck now or wait until he discovers them himself.”
“The what?!” Frederik sits up abruptly, hands flying to his neck. He nearly hits over Juan’s coffee, that the Alpha can save just in time but that’s not his focus right now. Because yes, there are two spots aching when he presses against his skin.
Fuck.
His head flies towards their wardrobe, where their mirror is. The spots where the hickeys are, are hard to miss, dark against his pale skin and Fred groans loudly. The two idiots left them perfectly visible above any shirt neckline.
Great.
“Don’t blame us, you have a pretty neck,” Logan hums, taking a sip from his own coffee.
“There is no way I can hide those… someone is going to interrogate me while someone else will hunt you two down…”
“Thank god we are prepared for that. Logan get our fake passports and then we meet up in Alaska and live in a small hut for the rest of our lives.” Juan jokes, cuddling against Fred while holding his other hand out for Logan, who nestles himself against Fred’s other side.
“Oh for sure, then I can finally demonstrate my wood chopping skills!”
“Somehow I’m getting the feeling both of you are not taking this as serious as it is…” Frederik sighs and leans his head against Logan’s chest as Juan is drawing soft patterns through his hair.
“No worries, we do. We help you to cover it up, promise.”
-
“You know, cosplaying George isn’t going to get you that seat.” Lewis grins when Frederik steps into the meeting room, making his younger teammate look up from his phone.
“But he looks good with it,” George says, waving at Fred in short greeting as the Dane sits down on the opposite of them, fumbling with the sleeves of his black turtleneck.
“You both have no fashion sense.” Lewis sighs as the door opens again and Paul steps in, looking like he has just fallen out of bed, his Mercedes sweater looking crumbled. “And another one with none.”
“What?” The young Beta asks as he falls into the seat next to Fred, immediately clinging himself to the older. Frederik stiffens for a moment, not sure if the Beta might smell anything like. He is always careful to shower and pick fresh clothes from the laundry, to make sure there are no lingering scents of his Alphas… But with Paul being this close?
“We all have no fashion sense according to Lewis,” George says while continuing to scroll through his phone without looking up.
“Hm, that I can live with,” The Beta yawns and drops his head on Frederik’s shoulder.
“I’m just saying, a little more colour or some patterns wouldn’t hurt.” Lewis says now, making George look back up from his phone.
“I have clothes with a pattern.”
“They could be from your grandma.” Paul says against Fred’s neck and the Omega sighs, accepting his role as designated pillow for the younger. Instead, he focuses on George spluttering for words.
“They are not!”
“They are,” Frederik agrees and George snorts in disbelief. “Stick to the team clothing and spare us, mate.”
“See, this is why you two are my favourite,” Lewis nods while George starts grumbling over being bullied but there is no malice in his voice or scent. Rather amusement as he starts arguing back and forth over the perfect weather condition for boots with Lewis.
“ If you buy me a pack of skittles, I’m not saying anything.” Paul whispers against his neck suddenly and Fred freezes up again, his head flying to the Beta. Paul has his eyes closed but there’s a wide grin on his face. “About Juan and Logan.”
“Okay okay, you’re getting the skittles,” Frederik hisses but the two older Omegas are still deep in their boots argument. “How did you find out?!”
“Their scents are weak but it’s not the first time I smell them on you. I take a packet of the normal ones please.”
“Demon,” Frederik mutters under his breath.
-
Frederik is excited to start the new season. He’s still with ART but many of his engineers are different now that he moved up, new faces for him to learn appear every day. But all of this can’t dampen his excitement when he’s walking through the F2 paddock after Qualifying, having earned a P4. It isn’t too bad for the first time and he can’t wait to tell his boyfriends about it, body thrumming with excitement.
He’s so busy with thinking that he doesn’t notice the pair of hands that grab and pull him between two of the many buildings in the paddock, hidden away from curious glances and cameras.
“Sh, it’s only us,” Juan grins when the Omega lets out a half yell and once he realises he looks into his boyfriends faces, Fred slaps them on their arms.
“Text me like a normal human next time! I nearly got a heart attack!” He whisper-screams, looking at their amused grins. “What are you even doing here, don’t you have Qualifying soon, Juan?”
The dark-haired Alpha shrugs. “Twenty minutes left is enough to steal a quick good luck kiss.”
“He wanted one from me too, so you’re not getting out of it.” Logan grins and Fred presses a small peck on Juan’s lips, making the other Alpha smile brightly.
“Good, now get that pole.”
“Of course,” Juan winks, making Frederik blush before he steps out from their hidden space and the Omega watches him disappear, trying not to stare at the race suit that is wrapped around his hips. Logan rips him from his thoughts, gently grabbing his hand to squeeze it and Fred enjoys the quiet moment between them. Logan smells like petrol, rubber and Juan and Frederik suppresses the urge to drag both of them to his room in the building where ART is and cuddle them in his nest.
“I have some minutes left until Williams needs me and you’re probably going to Mercedes,” The Alpha says and Fred sighs. He loves his small pack over there but right now, his heart desires something else. It’s not mandatory for F1 teams to include their juniors in the team packs but both Mercedes and Williams do, meaning they have to at least once show up for pack sessions over the weekend. And while the Omega really enjoys it, as it helps to calm him down or Lewis and George share some advice, it steals them time from being alone together.
They rarely see each other during the season, with their different teams and series, all three having a matching schedule is rare. Combined with the fact that Logan and him have a pack, Juan does not as he has no links to a F1 team. They try to time their pack cuddles as often as possible during F3 sessions, allowing them to spend mandatory times with their packs but also make sure Juan isn’t left out or alone whenever all their sessions are over.
“I think I’m taking a shower and then get it done quickly,” Fred murmurs, letting go of Logan’s hand as they step back into the paddock, towards their teams’ respective garages.
“They are still pack, don’t neglect them,” Logan reminds him softly and Fred sighs. The Alpha is right, still his heart longs to cuddle up with the two, hidden away in a big nest. “You should enjoy it, we should have time for ourselves during the evening.”
“See you later then,” The Omega nods, trying to look neutral as they halt in front of the ART garage. Frederik can see his teammate Theo watching him intensely from where he is leaning against the wall, curiosity written all over his face. The Omega isn’t in the mood to talk with the young Alpha and if he stays with Logan, the other probably starts asking questions. Or accuses him of sharing team secrets, who knows, Frederik gets no good vibes from him. Instead, he slips away from Logan, into the small room he has for changing. The Omega takes a quick shower before he puts on one of his Mercedes’ shirts and makes his way back out of the ART garage.
They know where he’s going anyway, Mercedes is always sending schedules when they expect Fred, saving him from long explanations or clashing schedules. Even better, Theo is nowhere to be seen anymore and Fred takes a deep breath, making his way towards the F1 paddock. They get along okay-ish for new teammates, there’s respect for each other but Frederik has noticed a jealous glint in the other Alpha’s eyes whenever someone mentions Mercedes or Fred is wearing their team clothing. He doesn’t mind it anymore, he got used to it and George told him it would happen anyway.
The older Omega had gone through the same during his F2 days, he told Fred once, having to endure a lot of jealousy from those who had no F1 connections or were only related with backmarker teams. And although the sport is working on becoming equal to all second genders, prejudices against Omegas still exist. Frederik isn’t stupid, he knows some people are accusing him of stealing opportunities from Alphas.
Fred takes some shortcuts before he’s arriving at the Mercedes hospitality, slipping inside, past the guests that are lingering around, into a corridor, that is labelled for staff only. There, free from any guests are the pack rooms located and Fred only needs to follow his nose to find out in which of them Lewis and George are.
The light in the room is dimmed and the windows are covered with a special foil, allowing no one to see what is going on at the inside. Hidden in a corner is the nest where Lewis and George are sitting, discussing something quietly. They make space when Frederik steps close, letting him sit in the middle and cuddle against them.
“How was the first F2 Quali?” George asks, handing Frederik a chocolate muffin from a plate they have positioned safely in the nest.
“Great, can’t complain so far. I have to get used to the car more but P4 isn’t too bad. P1 would have been nicer but you know, patience and that.” He shrugs before munching away on his muffin. One can’t hurt anyway, his trainer isn’t too strict on his diet and besides, Mercedes isn’t only good at building good cars. It would be a shame if he misses out on that and Fred plays with the thought of stealing two for his Alphas later.
“Patience is good, you will need that,” Lewis agrees, noising at the young Omega’s neck to scent him. Frederik lets him continue, the Omega is very gentle and his light cinnamon scent is by far one of Frederik’s favourite. “Wait, what is that?”
“Huh?” Fred has no time to understand what happens before Lewis tilts his head to the side, mustering the skin of his neck. “Do you have a bruise there?”
Before the Omega can react, Lewis pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight. “Is that a hickey?! Frederik?!”
Shit.
Fred feels his brain going completely empty. Right, his ART shirt was hiding it, thanks to the high collar on it, the same going for his race suit too. But with the Mercedes shirt, his neck is on full display, no wonder that Lewis spotted it, even in the dimmed light. And if that’s not worse enough, there is a matching hickey on the other, left by Juan. Frederik knows they are from the last night they spend together before flying out to Bahrain… why haven’t they faded yet?!
“Wait here’s one too,” Unbeknown to him, George has mustered to the other side and Fred freezes when his head is now tilted in the other direction. “Fred? From where are they?”
“And you better not lie or I’m calling James Allison. Or Bono. Or both.” Lewis threatens and Frederik blinks. Now that is something, he definitely doesn’t need to happen, those two are scary when angry.
“Is it an Alpha? Do we know him?” George asks, hands grabbing his shoulders as he stares in the Omega’s face. “Is he a Red Bull junior?”
“What? No! They are-” Frederik clasps his hand in front of his mouth but it’s too late already. It’s out now.
“THEY?!” Lewis and George stare at him in shock and if it isn’t enough yet, the door slams open and Toto marches in, probably alerted by their scream.
“Everything okay in here? I heard you two yell and your scents-”
“My pup has a minimum of two partners, nothing is okay!” Lewis nearly screeches and Fred shrinks together. Now that the pack Alpha is here, knows about it, Frederik knows that he will probably hold him a very long lecture - if not worse. As pack Alpha, it is totally in Toto’s power to disapprove the relationship of his pack Omegas.
“You have what?!” Toto stares at him now too and Frederik feels like crying, a first whine escapes his lips. “Okay, okay, slowly. How long has this been going on? Do you only spend heats with them? Are you using protection? Are they Red Bull juniors?!”
“No-” He cries out but gets interrupted yet again when the door is pushed open a second time.
“My god, you’re stinking up the whole hallway, what is going on in here?” As if this situation isn’t bad enough, Bono steps into the room. He’s really fucked now. “Fred?”
“Answer the Red Bull question first.” Toto says, eyes boring into him. “Because there is no way any of them is good enough for you.”
Fred doesn’t even dare to look up now, the shocked noise from Bono is testament enough for his fate and the older Omega is intelligent - Fred knows that Bono has caught up on what is going on.
“It’s Juan and Logan…” He whispers silently, feeling tears prickling in his eyes. They will forbid him now to ever see them again, force him to end it, won’t they? “Please don’t force me to break up with them!”
The first sobs escape his lips and before he knows it, Lewis slings his arms tightly around him, making soothing noises. The tears and sobs bubble out from him, not stopping, not even when the Omega continues to soothe him. “Pup, we’re not going to force you to do anything. We just need to know if you are safe.”
“And to be honest, we are shocked you’re going for two, that’s ambitious,” George adds, pulling Fred close to him too, cooing softly but Fred doesn’t stop crying, Toto hasn’t said anything yet and it scares him deeply. One word from Toto is enough to end his relationship forever.
“I’m not going to force you to break up, that is none of my business to decide.” The Austrian says carefully before sitting down in front of the nest, not wanting to disturb Fred further. “But I need to know for how long has it been going on and if you are safe.”
“Around five months,” Fred hiccups and curls back into the two Omega’s holding him, their scents comforting him. “Please don’t-”
“I will not force you to break up with them,” Toto repeats calmly before he chuckles. “I’m serious about the Red Bull part though.”
Fred forces a weak smile on his lips before his eyes wander to Bono who sits down next to Toto, mustering him intensely. “Are they treating you right?”
“Definitely. We haven’t done anything yet,” Fred blushes brightly, not really wanting to mention that in front of the others, “We haven't spent heats or ruts together. But we are courting and I really want to mate with them one day.”
“That’s great pup,” Bono assures him and Frederik feels brave enough to look up and wipe his tears away. His stomach is still turning, his head somehow making up the scenario that they won’t accept his two Alphas. But all their scents smell relaxed now, no hints of worry or anger.
“Just… next time I’d like to announce that differently, I’m going to cover up my bruises from now on…”
“Yeah, a less shocking way would have been nice,” Lewis grins and Fred watches how Toto and Bono get up to leave now, giving them some privacy. He knows he will get smothered by the whole pack later, if he wants or not and James Allison probably prepares a long talk for him about safety. Yet, Frederik tries to focus on the fact that for now, his relationship got accepted.
“I have to call Nicky,” George suddenly exclaims beside him, searching for his phone. “He’s clearly not have the Williams pups under control, now that I’m gone! I knew he wasn’t ready to be left alone with them.”
Frederik groans loudly as he watches the other Omega cry on about leaving his beloved Williams juniors with two Alphas with no sense about taking care of pups while Lewis is losing it next to him. The Omega silently prays that Juan and Logan make it back to the hotel safely.
-
“Why did I just get interrogated for thirty minutes by Toto Wolff and James Allison about my intentions for you, Fred?” Juan asks as he closes the door to Logan’s hotel room behind him, his voice clearly filled with amusement. “I thought they would get shovels out any seconds and hide my body in the desert.”
Frederik groans loudly while Logan starts laughing below him, from where Frederik is sprawled over his boyfriend. “Frederik forgot to cover his hickeys and made them all find out about this. But no worries, George screamed at me for like thirty minutes and then Nicolas and Jost took over. It sounded like they wanted to bury my body besides yours.”
“I’m sorry,” Frederik groans again but Logan laughs again, slinging his arms around Frederik’s torso and the Alpha’s scent of sunscreen and the sea envelops him, making the Omega relax. “I really forgot about it...”
“Well, it was bound to happen.” Juan shrugs.” Besides, don’t apologise too early, Toto wants to see all three of us to discuss everything properly, especially your heats-”
“Oh god, he did not?!” The Omega feels his face burn bright red, wanting the earth to swallow him. Juan chuckles while Logan tries his best to calm him again but fails horribly at hiding his own amusement. “This can’t be real… please tell me you are joking…”
“No I’m not and technically, he is not wrong,” Juan changes into a pair of comfy pants and if the situation wasn’t that embarrassing, Frederik would have stared shamelessly. Instead, he buries his face into Logan’s neck and suppresses the urge to scream. He feels how Juan climbs into the bed next to them, arm slinging over both of them and the Alpha’s wooden scent mixing with Logan’s helps him calm immediately.
“If something goes wrong, you’d be the one suffering the most,” Logan hums softly, letting the unspoken linger in the room, “It would be better we talk through it. I don’t want to be murdered by your pack, Fred.”
“You have Williams, they would protect you.” Juan throws in but Logan snorts, his fingers massing Fred’s scalp softly to ease the Omega.
“Bold to assume none of them would hand me over to George for less than an air-filled bag of chips. And George shouldn’t be underestimated when he’s mad.”
“Hm, true.” Juan grins and Frederik groans against the Alpha’s shoulder.
“You’re both stupid. They wouldn’t murder you, just hurt you enough to stay alive and then do it again. And if you don’t cuddle me now, I’m going to rat you out for free. This day was horrible and I want to forget about it.”
“So demanding,” Juan chuckles but the next moment Fred feels himself turned around, his back pressed against the Alpha’s chest while he is facing a still amused Logan. The American shuffles closer, slinging his arm over the Omega to let it sit on Juan’s waist, the other hand linking his and Fred’s fingers together.
“You were the one blowing this, babe.” Frederik groans at Logan’s overplayed American accent, it just misses finger guns at this point. But he stays quiet when he feels Juan nibbling softly at his neck, the other Alpha’s scent clouding his senses, calming him.
“No hickeys please, I had enough of that today too…”
“But your neck is so pretty,” Comes the protest from behind.
“Logan, we’re dating a vampire…”
“I have to side with him here, sorry. Safe me some space on the other side, Juan!”
If Frederik is wearing a turtleneck the next day in the middle of the desert and half of the Mercedes pack hunts two young Alphas down the paddock, people who can count one and one together can imagine what happened.