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Lewis entered the room, trying to make as little noise as possible, and took off his shoes at the door to muffle any sound. The fatigue of the day came crashing down on him. He gave it his all, but it wasn't enough. He felt that he had let down his audience, his people, and his family.
After twelve years of trophies and victories, he had to give up, defeated.
He hung his jacket on the chair in the small living room. He just wanted to curl up in the nest with George and lick each other's wounds, considering that George had it even worse. He crossed the room on tiptoe and reached the corner where George had carefully built the nest the night before and where they slept. Their scents were already mingled in the blankets and clothes that formed the cocoon of warmth and comfort enveloping the omega. Lewis stripped off his team clothes, which he would normally add to the nest, but they carried an unpleasant smell of defeat, and from the smell, he could tell that George didn’t add his to their carefully constructed nest either. He slipped on a pair of shorts and crawled under the blanket, surrounding himself with the scent of his omega and the cosy warmth. Under the covers, curled up on George's chest, lay a sleeping Kimi. The beta puppy snuggled up against the omega and was sleeping peacefully. His day had been even worse than his and George’s, and he must have immediately sought comfort in the arms of the omega and Lewis.
A smile spontaneously curved his lips, despite feeling miserable. Kimi felt comfortable with them as if they were his parents, and he wasn't ashamed to seek comfort in them when he was sad, much to George's maternal instincts' delight.
-You were fantastic, Lewis. I'm proud of you- whispered the omega, who was apparently awake. Lewis curled up against the puppy's back and wrapped his arms around both him and the omega, in the instinctive gesture of protecting his family.
-It wasn't enough- Lewis sighed disconsolately. He felt like a shitty alpha for complaining when both his omega and his puppy endured worse and he wasn't comforting them.
-You gave it your all, Lewis. Your people know it, your team knows it, and your family knows it-
-I should be the one comforting you, but instead, I'm a pathetic and whiny alpha. I am deeply sorry about that, Sweetheart-
-You're not pathetic, Lewis. You are human, the best human I know-
-How do you feel?- asked Lewis, changing subject, his instincts now tuned on the omega, on fulfilling the omega's desires and making him happy. He already forgot about the wooden medal from the race
-Quite miserable, but I will live. The pup is okay as well, it took a while to soothe him, but in the end, he knows he couldn't do anything about it, it's not his fault, and no one is angry with him-
-Sorry for leaving you alone, I came here as soon as I could-
-I know Lewis, you are always there for me. I desire nothing more than what you already give me- in the dim light of the room, he could see George's clear eyes fixed on his, he could feel the omega's exhaustion. From the race, from the week, from the entire season, from the media, from the gossip surrounding him. He was keeping his scent under control, trying not to give in to his emotions, to provide a calm and comfortable environment for the puppy in his arms.
-I would do anything for you. Just say the word and I will find a solution to whatever is distressing you, no matter what it is-
-Give me a kiss and I'll be comforted. I just want to end the day on a positive note-
Lewis propped himself up on one elbow and leaned towards George, over Kimi's curled-up body, and pressed his lips to the omega's.
He savoured his omega's lips, his favourite thing in the world, and for a moment, he brought his free hand to George's face, brushing his hair away from his forehead and caressing his cheek.
-It will come, George, I promise you, it will be beautiful-
-I know, deep down I know, it's just discouraging to believe it and then, year after year, see it taken away-
-How wonderful was that first victory after years of struggling at the back of the grid? It will be even sweeter. And I'll be there in the front row cheering you on- He kissed him again, this time deepening the contact and seeking George's tongue. He couldn't see, but he knew that George's cheeks were that shade of pink that drove him crazy and his eyes were teary. He wanted to cover him with kisses.
-You know I'm still here, right? I've had a pretty tough day, can you not flirt above me, please?-