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- How much time will we have? - Mick blinks a little sleepily, squints a little from the dim light on the plane. Even for such a short flight, he managed to fall asleep almost instantly, comfortably settling his head in Sebastian's lap.
- Four days, not counting today. Britta coordinated everything with Sabina, we will not miss anything. - Seb gently fingering his golden hair, looking tenderly into his sleepy blue eyes.
- So few. - the younger Schumacher sighs slightly, frowns, but does not look away, raises his hand, lightly touching Sebastian's cheek - after all, private jets have their own charm, they can relax a little.
- It's better than nothing. Four days just you and me. - Vettel kisses his thin fingers.
- And apples! - Mick recalls why he was still so strongly inspired by the idea of spending time at Sebastian's house - the time of picking apples.
- And apples.
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- Seb, but why are they running away from me ?! - Mick is disheveled, flushed, with dirt spots on his cheeks, wearing Sebastian's stretched old T-shirt, and looks too young, like a reckless child.
- Because you are running after them. - Sebastian tries not to laugh out loud, and it's damn difficult, because he watches for a good five minutes as Schumacher rushes after the grown chickens in the backyard, and they run away from him into the loose. He even regrets that there is no phone at hand to film it.
- You are not helping! - Mick slightly blushes, obstinately purses his lips. - I just wanted to stroke them.
- Come on, I'll show you how. - despite the fact that, of course, Vettel has a whole team of people who look after his house while he is at the races, he still tries to do everything himself as much as possible when there is time. And now he takes a bowl of millet in his hands, scatters a handful and all the chickens run to the feeding place.
- So simple? - Schumacher looks at Vettel with some doubt, as if waiting for a catch.
- Yeah. - Seb snorts. - Here you go. - bends down, carefully catches one of the chickens and hands it to Mick. These are no longer cute little yellow fluffy lumps, but fledgling teenagers. But Mick is still delighted, he carefully holds the bird, gently strokes it with his fingertips on the feathers on his head. Sebastian looks at this picture, at how brightly Mick's smile shines, at all his sincerity, spontaneity, at how happy he looks - and it almost hurts him from the feelings that overwhelm him at this moment.
- Now leave the chicken alone, go wash yourself - breakfast is ready. - he says deliberately grumpily, but cannot resist - grabs his face with his palms, presses his lips in a short gentle kiss.
- Do not command!
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- Mick, please be careful! - Seb watches with some apprehension as the boy balances on the top step of the stepladder, trying to reach the highest branches of the apple tree. There are already two baskets filled with ripe apples on the ground, and Sebastian himself went into the house for just a minute. And exactly this minute was enough for Schumacher to overwhelm the enthusiasm with interest for self-preservation.
- There is still a little left! .. - Mick smiles brightly, turning his head to hurrying towards him Sebastian, at the same time reaches out for a particularly large apple and suddenly loses support under his feet, does not even have time to cry out, as a short flight breaks off with a blow to the ground, knocking out the spirit.
- Mick! Babe! - Vettel in two jumps is nearby, his panic overwhelms. - Don't move, please! - and contrary to what was said, he bothers the guy himself, as if by groping he is trying to find out if there are any serious injuries.
- Seb ... Sebastian! - Mick catches his breath, shakes his head, somehow immediately realizing that he did without serious injuries, which means everything is okey. He catches Vettel by the wrists, shakes him, trying to get through – he'd never seen a normally collected man so confused and panicky. - Hey! everything is fine! First you just let me get out of this bush! I've already scratched my ass!
Vettel shudders, somehow exhales, with great precautions helps Mick to his feet. - Are you okay? Let's go into the house, I'll examine you ... - he holds him behind his back, ready to pick him up at any moment in his arms.
- Yes, everything is fine, it just seems like a bunch of scratches! Not the first time. - the guy smiles easily, clings to his man, worrying more about him than about his bruises.
- Why are you so restless?! Couldn't wait until I came back and help? - Sebastian utters in hearts, helping him to settle on the sofa in the living room. - You could break something for yourself! Then Gunther would have broken my neck! Oh, I'm going to get the first-aid kit now, can I leave you alone? You won't fall off the couch in a couple of minutes?
Mick does not answer this endless stream of accusations, only smiles, grabs the man by the neck and forces him to shut up in the most pleasant and effective way - sealing his lips with a kiss. And Seb even resists ... for the first few moments, and after that he himself hotly responds to the kiss.
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The house smells divinely of fresh baked goods, apples and cinnamon, it is this smell that makes Mick crawl out from under the warm blanket and look into the kitchen. The picture he saw there makes him freeze and feel a sharp surge of tenderness: disheveled Sebastian, humming something under his breath, enthusiastically prepares dinner.
And Mick does not think for a long time - he seems to be attracted, for another second and presses against Sebastian from the back with his whole body, buries his nose in golden curls.
- Love you. - whispers when Vettel turns around in his arms, strokes his head, gently kisses the nose.
- And I love you. - these are the happiest moments for them, filled with tenderness, care and safety. -But you’ll have to let me go if you don’t want our pie to burn!
- You Grumpy! - Mick laughs, but still lets go of him, sits on the edge of the table so that it is more convenient to watch. - Oh, Seb! - Gives out, after a couple of minutes of silence. - Will you show me the bees?
- No!
- But why?!
- Because I'm not ready to take you to the hospital if they bite you! No bees!