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Lewis was told by the people around him that he was a nice person- always kind and sweet, but if they could see him right now 'sweet' would certainly not be the first thing in their mind.
Look, the Brit wasn't one to tease others or laugh at their costs, but if any other driver was in his shoes, he would have laughed too. Except for Kimi- Lewis swore this man didn't know how to laugh.
It was just nice to know that Lewis wasn't the smallest at home anymore. That he was the one being asked for help instead of the one asking for it. Or that was what he thought.
Currently, the Mercedes driver was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but pink shorts, (he was Lewis Hamilton, mind you) watching a certain Japanese standing on a stool and trying to reach the bag of flour lying in the highest drawer. He was banned from the kitchen. Apparently because of his terrible cooking skills. But the Brit was pretty sure that it was just because Yuki wanted to have the kitchen for him alone.
Lewis tried his best to hold back his giggles - quite unsuccessfully as the Alpha Tauri driver turned towards him. Hair damp with sweat and eyes shining furiously.
"You did it, right?" Yuki accused, the scowl firmly planted on his adorable little face.
And look, it wasn't Lewis’s fault that the other was so stubborn and didn't want to ask Lewis for help with such things although Lewis was so much taller than him. Exactly 15 cm. Thanks God for Google and measuring bands.
"What?" The Mercedes driver decided to play innocent.
"You put the flour there." Yuki said, scowling, already descending from the stool. Maybe this was Lewis's clue to leave.
"No, why would - " He stated with an innocent grin.
But before Lewis could say anything to his defence, there was a 54 kg heavy Japanese on him, trying to murder Lewis with his small but strong fists.
Lewis had obviously the weight and height advantage over Yuki, turning them around immediately so that the younger was now under him and pinned his hands above his head.
The Mercedes driver took a moment to look at the younger man.
Yuki was so beautiful and small under him..
"Lewis, I swear if -"
...and so fierce.
The older leaned forward to muffle Yuki's words with a kiss.
Oh, how he loved those lips.
.........
A while later, Yuki found himself lying with his back pressed against Lewis's chest, the older driver's arms securely wrapped around his waist.
"Ok, Lewis, could you help me with the flour now?" Yuki muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.
Finally, Lewis thought, beaming as he jumped off the couch and headed to the kitchen, desperately trying to contain his excitement.
This was Lewis's moment to shine.