Bloody Freezing - Intimate Moments

Bloody Freezing - Intimate Moments

Description: Lewis catches an intimate moment between Sebastian and Dan and begins to question his own relationship with Nico. Word Count: 2464 Pairing: Sebastian/Daniel, Lewis/Nico

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Curled against Dan’s side, Sebastian let his eyes flutter shut as he listened to the constant and calming beat of the brunette’s heart beneath his ear. They were a tangle of limbs, mouths turned in upright, satisfied smiles. One of Seb’s arms was tucked tightly around Dan’s waist, holding him close. The other ghosted over Dan’s arm, the skin cold to his touch, “You’re freezing Dan…” He murmured softly, peeling his eyes open as he peered up at the Australian.

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Between Always and Never [Lewis/Nico]

So this turned out way longer than a drabble! Hope you enjoy. 

It’s raining in São Paulo, the tail end of the hurricane, calmer than it’s been for days but still treacherous out there. Bad enough that they shouldn’t have raced? That’s the vague murmuring that’s been going around, now, but the FIA hadn’t thought so at the time and neither had Lewis.

But when you’re the race winner it’s only natural to think that way – even if it meant, well, this, he thinks, as the car crawls through the battered streets. He had watched it on the news in his hotel room the night before, the uprooted trees and upended cars, roofs peeled back from houses, kids toys muddy and floating in the gutter, never to be reunited with their owners again.

It makes him remember how fragile it all is, life.

And it’s not that he needs a reminder, really, so he catches himself before he starts to go down that road – wondering about what if’s. Fuck what if, Nico is fine. Toto had spent a long time reassuring Lewis of this, practically pushing him into the room where the post-race press conference was to be held even as Lewis was on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself, because the only thing that was going to assure him of the fact was seeing Nico himself.

Even if Nico didn’t want to see him.

“Your teammate crashed out on lap 26,” the reporter had said, “that leaves you now poised to clinch the title, with the points gap the way it is. How confident do you feel?”

He had looked at her with barely concealed loathing; this is not how he wants it to be, and definitely not at the expense of Nico being hurt (even if he isn’t hurt, according to Toto, and the trip to hospital is nothing more than a precaution).

Nico is of course, fine.

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Whenever I see Max Verstappen Man spreading it makes me want to drop to my knees

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Lewis and Nico as Targaryens

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Leading Man (Lewis/Nico)

For the lovely @garynevilles, thanks for being so great and cheering me up when I’ve been stressed and sad lately. This is kinda trashy but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Nico goes to see it, eventually.

It’s already been out for a couple of months, and when Vivian had asked if he wanted to go to the cinema in Monaco he’d declined.

But now he’s by himself in Hockenheim, having done some punditry for German TV, and he’s at a loose end. It was on a whim really, he’d been walking past the cinema and there it was, the poster on the wall outside, Lewis’ face, serious and intense staring out at him. 

So, why not?  

It’s the first of his films that Nico has seen, and although he’ll deny it if anyone asks, he has consciously avoided all the others.

It felt too weird somehow, the idea of watching Lewis pretend to be someone else, a reminder of how different everything is now.

It’s five years since Nico retired, six since Lewis did. For all Lewis’ murmurings about not wanting anything to do with the sport once he was no longer driving, Nico had never anticipated how final it would all be.

So while Nico was still part of that world and always wanted to be, Lewis had taken off to Los Angeles, and Nico expected there to be albums and videos and number ones, but instead there was this.

He’d started off in bit parts, blink and you’ll miss it roles, but he had friends everywhere and getting a break wasn’t that hard - and more than anything it seemed he was actually good.

This was his first leading role though, the one that had made people take notice, and Nico…Nico had avoided it.

It hurts, seeing Lewis on the screen and barely recognising him. They’ve been growing apart for years, fragmenting, but the ache of becoming strangers is heartbreaking after so many years having so much to do with each other, so many years of stolen kisses and comfort and love.

Nico watches as tears fall from Lewis’ eyes on the screen, he’s playing a heroin addict who falls in love with a nurse - handsome, rugged looking Ryan Reynolds. They kiss and then Ryan walks out, leaving Lewis alone. The end credits roll. The buzz is he might even get an Oscar.

It’s raining when Nico leaves the cinema, the streets quiet, a low rumble of traffic. He thinks back to the day before, standing up on the podium handing the winner’s trophy to Mick Schumacher. It had felt strange being back up there, conducting the interviews, looking down at the crowd and remembering. He kept looking around, looking for Lewis.

He reaches a decision, on the flight back to Monaco.

*

It isn’t difficult to find out Lewis’ filming schedule. He’s in Prague, working on a spy thriller. Nico decides to drive there, through miles of sweeping countryside, up through Italy and Austria..

His hair has grown longer again and the breeze blows it across his face as he steers the Pagoda through the winding hillside towns of the Tyrol. He feels good, free, and everything in his life is as he wants it, all except that one missing part.

He decides to stay overnight just outside Innsbruck and finish the journey in the morning, checking into a quaint little chocolate box hotel with a roaring fire even though it’s summer, and goats outside his bedroom window. He calls Vivian, chats on the phone with Alaïa for a few minutes; she tells him about her Italian homework and asks him to invite Lewis to come and visit soon.

“I promise I’ll try,” he says.

It feels awkward though when he eventually reaches his destination, loitering outside the set, which is just on the edge of the Stare Mesto, next to a group of young female fans, and he wonders if maybe he should have called first.

Eventually, Lewis and a couple of his co stars walk out from behind the barriers. Nico watches almost shyly as he signs autographs and poses for selfies, and he almost shivers at the feeling he gets when Lewis spots him and breaks into a smile.

*

“You should have said you were going to be here, man,” Lewis says; they’re sitting at a bar by the river, sun slowly fading, the gothic statues on the bridge casting demonic shadows over the water.

“I guess I wanted to surprise you. I saw your movie.”

“You did? What did you think?”

“You were great, World Champion and Best Actor in no time I think.”

“I doubt it, but thanks,” Lewis laughs.

“It’s going well then, you’ve no thoughts of moving back to Monaco?”

“Nah, too much to do with racing there, it feels weird now.”

“Yeah, everything does really, doesn’t it? It feels weird there without you.” Nico says, glancing at his former teammate and then away into the depths of the flowing river. “And Alaïa misses her Uncle Lewis. I miss you,” Nico says carefully.

“She must be what, thirteen now?” Lewis wonders, it doesn’t seem possible that all that time has gone by.

“Almost, yeah. Remember us at that age?”

“I do. I remember not being able to figure you out,” Lewis says, taking a sip of his beer. “I didn’t know what you were doing hanging out with me instead of all your fancy Monaco friends.”

“First major crush,” Nico smiles. “I thought it would never amount to anything.”

“Do you wish it hadn’t?”

“No. No, never,” he frowns. “I don’t regret us, I…I’d never change it.”

“No. I wouldn’t, either. I miss you too, Nico.” Lewis says, reaching for his hand over the table.

“Will you do something for me, just…be less of a stranger, yeah. Even if you don’t come to Monaco. I still need you.”

“You’ve got me,” Lewis says, his fingers stroking softly over the back of Nico’s hand. “You’ve always got me.”

“I know what you mean, about racing that is,” Nico says abruptly, because it has been playing on his mind a lot lately. “Sometimes I hate it, being part of it but not properly, like I’m trying to hold on to it, to us. I’m not like you, Lewis, I don’t have all these other things in my life. I still need it, it’s the only world I know.”

“You have things I don’t, though. Three kids, Nico, the life you have with Vivian, that’s something to be proud of.”

“I know, and I am,” he pauses. “you know I always thought you’d get married.”

“Maybe I will. I just haven’t found the right person yet,” Lewis says in monotone, making quotation marks in the air, the stock answer for reporters.

They both smile. “Yeah, maybe that’s it,” Nico says, wistfully. He still feels the bond between them - it’s not as strong as it used to be, but there’s less fire now, less anger, it’s only the good things that remain.

“I am happy, Nico.” Lewis whispers, intertwining their fingers, “It’s just a different kind of happiness now, a different life.”

“I still think of you everyday,” Nico says, and he hadn’t meant to, hadn’t planned to come here and pour his heart out, but there’s no reason to conceal it now; he’s at peace with himself, and more than ever he just wants Lewis to know.

“It’s the same for me, Nico, of course it is. But I think, I needed to get away from you for a while, it’s like…being with you reminded me of racing and being around Formula One reminded me of you…just too many things. That’s why, I had to come to terms with not driving anymore, and the best way was to be as far from you as possible. It wasn’t personal, it was just…time. It’s not forever.”

Lewis leans his head against Nico’s shoulder then, their thighs brushing together. Nico thinks of when they were boys, all the dreams they had. It’s incredible, the journey they’ve been on together, amazing what is between them still, even after all this time. It has changed, but the core is still the same, and Nico knows that what exists between them will never die, he just needed reminding.

“Nico…” Lewis says, after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah.”

“You’re a much better kisser than Ryan Reynolds you know.”

Nico laughs, burying his face against Lewis’ shoulder for a moment, before risking a quick kiss to his cheek.

They sit there talking until the stars come out, until the bar has closed and the tourists have dispersed. They sit there holding hands, just like they always used to.  

Master list part two F-K

Jenson Button

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The almost date mafia Jenson part two

Just one date

Birthday boy

secret older boyfriend series

part one

part two

part three

part four

part four instagram au

part five instagram au

part six text chain

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Dads best friend series

part one

part two

part three part 3.5

jealousy

lazy mornings

werewolf jenson

Clingy

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