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Mick has beckoned Callum to his drivers’ room for reasons that are unclear via a very random text, it’s Saturday evening and they should both be heading home, but alas Mick requires Callum’s presence, and he’s not about to say no. As he hurries down the corridor, the rest of the Prema staff are leaving for the day, carrying laptops or car parts, anticipation for the race in the air. All the cars qualified well, and the championship is beginning to look very promising for Mick.
He stops in front of the white door of Mick’s room – he’s nervous about what Mick wants and he can’t explain why, being around Mick alone has been more and more difficult recently and Callum can’t put his finger on the reason. It’s like there’s something fluttering in the air between them, something special, something theirs.
He knocks, and the door swings open immediately,
“Hi,” Mick says with a grin, blonde hair flopping in front of his eyes, not styled after being in and out of a helmet. There’s a light dusting of pink over his cheeks and it makes Callum’s stomach lurch, he gives him a shaky smile back,
“Hi, you wanted to see me?” Mick looks confused for a second, then remembers, and gets his act together. The blush becomes more prominent,
“Oh yeah, um, come in,” He stands aside and lets Callum come through into his room. It’s got a small couch and a table with Mick’s racing gear neatly folded on top of it, the floor is carpeted in a dark blue school-like carpet and the walls are cream. “I can’t actually remember why I wanted to see you,” Mick admits, sheepish look on his face, after Callum has sat down on his sofa. Callum frowns,
“Well, my car’s not here for another forty-five minutes so is there something else we could do?” Mick flushes deeper red and his fingers start twisting in his hem,
“I’m sorry,” He whispers, averting his eyes to the floor. His embarrassed and flustered look makes any animosity inside of Callum crumble, Mick is just so gentle, so delicate, that Callum could never imagine being rude to him. In fact, he could imagine doing a lot of other things that were completely different from being rude, but he didn’t think about those unless it was night, and he was alone.
“Don’t apologise,” He says softly. He reaches out a hand toward Mick, “Sit down?” He asks and Mick hurries over, taking his hand as he folds his legs under himself to sit on the sofa. It’s small, barely enough room for the two of them, and so their knees are pressed together. Callum looks up from where they’re connected to Mick’s face, “Have you ever played chicken?”
As the words leave his mouth, he can’t quite comprehend what he just said, but it’s not like he can take it back now. He just hopes Mick doesn’t hate him.
Mick shakes his head.
“Oh well, you see how close you can get to someone before you, you know, chicken out,” Callum explains, making eye contact with Mick. His eyes widen at the explanation,
“And you want to play?” Callum shrugs,
“Yeah,” Mick gulps, then nods, and a grin spreads across Callum’s face. “Okay so, each of us needs to move forward one at a time, okay? I’ll start,” He puts his face level with Mick and inches forward.
Mick does the same, and Callum mirrors him. He can’t help but notice how Mick’s skin is smooth like porcelain, not aggravated and greasy like his own.
They get closer and closer until Callum is staring into the depths of Mick’s eyes, and Mick gaze is burning into his own, and he can’t back out. He’s not going to be beaten at his own game, so moves closer again, and feels Mick’s hot breath across his face,
“Do it,” Mick whispers, and Callum is drawn out of his thoughts,
“What?”
“Kiss me,” Mick says, slower, and licks his lips. Callum feels a shiver run down his spine and doesn’t move. Mick’s gaze flicks between his eyes, then he slides a palm around the back of his head, and pulls their lips together, tilting his heads to avoid bumping noses. Callum lets his eyes flutter shut, and tentatively reaches a hand to Mick’s cheek, resting it there carefully. Mick begins to move his lips slowly, sensually, “Is this okay?” He asks and Callum nods, already leaning in again.
“Very much okay,” He mumbles, joining their lips. This time it’s hotter, Callum feels his body shiver when Mick slides a hand around his waist and tugs, pulling their top halves together. Mick slides further down the sofa, pulling Callum over him, one hand in his hair and the other sliding down to his hip and digging his fingers in, making Callum gasp into his mouth.
It gives him the chance to slide his tongue in, Callum meeting him, and making them both moan. Callum rests one hand beside his head to hold himself up, while the other skates up and down his body. It’s so fucking hot, having Mick beneath him, groaning, that he feels himself getting hard within minutes, and makes an effort to keep his crotch away from Mick’s, not wanting to overstep a boundary or do something embarrassing. That all comes crashing down though, when Callum bites Mick’s lower lip and Mick in retaliation grabs his ass and pulls him down, their hard lengths meeting through many layers of fabrics. It still startles a groan out of him as Mick laughs quietly,
“Maybe not here, yeah?” He says, eyes sparkling. Callum tucks his face into his neck, flushing,
“Yeah,” The deepness of his voice and the way it’s croaky from constant cracking just do it for Mick, and he has half a mind to throw caution to the wind and get them off here. Callum pulls his head out of his neck to meet Mick’s face, his hair mussed, and pupils blown, “I want that, by the way.”
Silence stretches between them as Mick searches for words, and Callum begins to bite his lip, flicking his eyes between Mick and the door.
“I want that too,” Mick replies eventually, giving Callum a warm smile, “I really do.” He feels the tension drain from Callum’s body where he’s got a hand on his waist,
“Okay,” He grins and Mick laughs,
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Callum says, and Mick laughs at his surreptitious tone and the grin across his face. He leans in and kisses him again gently, slowly, just letting their lips move together, and Callum presses closer to his body again, so he hums and pushes him back by his shoulder,
“No, no, we can’t be trusted, get off me,” Mick tells him and Callum giggles, stepping off Mick and giving him a hand up,
“I think my car’s here, anyway, do you want to share?” He looks at him from under his eyelashes, insecurity still fluttering around his face and Mick nods,
“Yeah, sounds perfect.”