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At long last, George is finally back in his hotel room after a horrible day. Nothing seems to be going right for him, at the moment. Two crashes in the space of a week is not ideal. He's no idea if it's a car problem, a skill issue or the overwhelming cloud of sadness he's been stuck in for forever. His distressed scent must have been flying off him in waves, all the mechanics were quick to tell him, no one was mad at him and as nice as it is to hear, he's not sure he believes them. He's been nothing but a horrible inconvenience recently, they deserve better than him.
He's in a horrible amount of pain as well, his chest hurts and he's bruised all over from the stupid crash. All he wants to do is snuggle down into his nest and pretend today never happened, but he never had the time to make one before practice and now he's on his knees in tears, nothing in this shitty nest will sit right and horrible waves of pain keep shooting up his ribs. In the end he gives it up as a bad job, he's about to climb in bed and cry some more underneath the covers when there's a knock at the door.
"George, are you okay?" It's Charles, at this point he's relived it's a fellow omega, he can't deal with an alpha right now. "Yeah, i'm good." He can't help but wince and rub a hand over his aching body. Charles looks like doesn't believe George at all. "I could smell your stressed scent in the media pen and thought it could only be one of three things. You're coming into heat, but I don't smell slick so i'm going to rule out that one, you're in a horrible amount of pain physically and mentally from the crash or you're touch starved. I think the crash has upset you, but I can tell how touched starved you are George."
"Please, from one omega to another let me take care of you, you look like you need it." George honestly doesn't have the energy to argue, he steps to one side and let's Charles into the room, without another word. "I really don't understand you, George, you are so friendly, you get along with everyone but you never come into the pack room, why is that?" George shrugs. "Not like anyone would want me there is it? I'm not very desirable."
"Not desirable? What are you talking about?" Charles makes a distressed sound, at the sight of George's disastrous nest and starts fixing it. "I hate being an omega, i'm to tall, too ugly. I'm not like you Charles, you are beautiful anyone would be lucky to have you." Charles flushes, running his finger over the mating mark on his neck. "I am mated George, but you're gorgeous, you're slender, so pretty, your eyelashes are everything and I know a few alpha's who are interested."
"Please don't lie to my face Charles, it's hurts enough being a dorky omega." Charles picks up a black sweater of Lewis and places it into the nest, a small smile on his face. "One of this alpha's is my future teammate." Charles picks up Alex's Williams hoodie and places it next to the sweater. "And another is your so called best friend." The nest looks so neat and beautiful, better than anything George could have made, see he can't even do nests right.
"I'm sorry you're hurting George, but if only you came down to the pack room, then you would see for yourself, but for now get in your nest, I want to help you feel better." Charles is very bossy for an omega, in a very endearing kind of way. So George does as he's told and climbs inside, already feeling a little bit better. It's all his things, all the scents and smells he enjoys just arranged much better.
"Poor Georgie, you smell so sad, I just want you to be happy." George just stares at him dumbfounded, he doesn't really know what to do. He's never nested with anyone before. "Can I touch you, George?" He just nods, not really sure what Charles wants to do with him.
Charles settles himself into the mess of blankets and team wear, it's only a small nest, just big enough for Charles and George's long legs. Charles pulls at George until he's sat on the Monegasque's lap. "I'm too big, stop it." Charles hisses and presses, George's face into his scent gland. "You weigh nothing, stop being silly and sit still" George relaxes, taking in scent of Charles, it does help a little bit, ok a lot.
"I told you, you smell less distressed already." Charles lifts George's face from where it's buried in his neck and rubs their cheeks together. It feels so good, it feels so right, it makes him feel wanted.
"It's good isn't it? Lando has said many times he wishes you would nest with him in the pack room, it's good for omega's to nest together." George pulls away from Charles to look him in the eye. "Lando?"
"Yes, he's your friend" Charles pulls George in for another cuddle and runs soothing circles on his scent gland. He can't quite stop the pleased little purrs escaping his mouth, but they seem to make Charles happy, the Monegasque's own scent fills George's nostrils it's sweet and vanilla."You smell good, Charles." He chuckles, i'm happy George, nesting with omega's makes me happy. I want you to feel like this too, i'm glad it's helping you, there's a difference in your scent already."
"You're so touched starved George, if you won't come to the pack room, then at least nest with me from time to time." The pack room sounds nice, especially if it feels anything like nesting with Charles, but the pack room is just so scary, there's alpha's and nobody there likes him. "Nobody wants me in the pack room, this is nice with you though."
"Mr Russell, do I need to shake your head? You are one of the nicest guys on the grid, no one dislikes you, even Fernando likes you and he hates everyone." George giggles into Charles' neck, he can already feel his eyes starting to get heavy, it's been ages since he felt this peaceful.
"What's it like in the pack room?" Charles must recognise he's getting sleepy and softly starts running his fingers through George's hair. "You will love it, we're all one big family, we just nest and cuddle together, all the track drama stays at the door." George hums, that sounds nice.
"I'm going to take you with me next time, okay?" George thinks he nods, but sleep over comes him really quickly, the last thing he registers is Charles' lips on his forehead, before sleep finally over takes him. It's the most happy and peaceful he's felt for a long time, maybe he is wanted after all.