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USA GP, 2007
After Seb’s first official race for BMW Sauber, Kimi asks him to go out for some drinks. And of course Sebastian says yes faster than he drove the car that day and with an eagerness he’s a little embarrassed about. He knows Kimi probably doesn’t mean anything by it, he just enjoys Seb’s company and they click wonderfully well, that’s all.
Surely he isn’t interested in Sebastian like that.
They find a bar and a place to sit. It’s still relatively early in the evening so no crowds of dancing people yet, which Seb both is and isn’t secretly relieved for. He’s not much of a dancer, but if he’s honest, he would like to see Kimi properly party. He’s heard too many wild stories not to be curious.
When Sebastian reaches for the drinks menu, Kimi’s eyebrows raise.
“You don’t know what you want yet?”
“No, not really,” Sebastian answers while studying the cocktail menu. One in particular catches his attention immediately. If not for the name, it’s for the ingredients. It sounds delicious. “Do you?”
“Vodka, as always,” Kimi says with a grin. “Cheap and efficient.”
Before Seb can ask what he means by efficient, the waitress arrives to take their orders. Kimi orders first and then it’s Seb’s turn.
“The Pop My Cherry shot please,” he says politely and without hesitation, smiling up at her and seeing a smirk flash on her lips.
She nods at them and when she’s gone, Kimi’s icy blue eyes are regarding him with interest, like they’re trying to figure him out. His eyebrows raise again, like he’s found the answer he was looking for.
“You need your cherry popped, Seb?”
Seb feels himself start to blush heavily. He rubs his hands together nervously, trying desperately to come with a witty reply other than “yes and preferably by you” because he doesn’t want to ruin things before a proper friendship can even start.
It doesn’t matter anyway, because Kimi is already proceeding to find him girls.
Seb just sighs and shakes his head.
-
Monza, Italian GP, 2007
“Shouldn’t you celebrate with the team instead?”
Sebastian still can’t quite believe that Kimi actually wants to spend time with him. Sure, they bonded pretty quickly and Kimi seems to really enjoy Seb’s company, seeking it even during race weekends, but he must have more interesting friends to party with other than Seb… friends that can hold their liquor like Kimi himself does. Because that’s certainly not Seb. He enjoys drinking, but he gets stupidly drunk after only two or three drinks. Nothing like the liters of vodka he saw Kimi gulping down the previous time they went out in Indiana.
“Bwoah, I liked it the last time, when it was just us,” Kimi replies casually, smiling with his eyes crinkled at the corners and completely oblivious to what he does to Seb, the butterflies going crazy in his belly.
So that’s how they end up in yet another bar, this time in Italy.
When it’s time to order drinks, Sebastian thinks back to the last time they did this. He’d gone for a cocktail then and he had quite liked it. Kimi had teased him endlessly about it and couldn’t seem to shut up about the stupid name, thinking it was ridiculous and that whoever had come up with it should have been fired on the spot.
It had been quite amusing though, so when Sebastian opens the cocktails menu, he immediately starts looking for the one with the most sexual name he can find. Just so he can see Kimi’s reaction. Maybe he’ll even get the hint…
But Seb doubts it. If anything, Kimi is utterly oblivious to the fact that Seb is very much into him. Everyone around them can see Seb lights up like a Christmas tree whenever Kimi is near him, how he blushes and brightly smiles up at him in adoration and practically swoons. Kimi though? The guy doesn’t even blink, just treats Sebastian like the buddies they are.
Sebastian is ok with that though. If they end up just being friends, that’s fine, he doesn’t want to lose that friendship.
But if he can mess with Kimi a little by ordering the most raunchy named cocktail on the menu, then he’ll definitely take that opportunity.
His eyes skim over the page and they stop at a cocktail with a name that certainly lives up to the expectations. And one that very much applies to his life right now. He’s been dying to have one, but being this busy with F1 lately hasn’t given him the real opportunity to go look for it yet.
He can’t wait to see Kimi’s face when he orders the drink. Will he notice?
“Gentlemen, what will it be?” The waitress asks them, her eyes stuck on Kimi. It’s clear that she recognizes him and is secretly fangirling inside. Which Seb can’t blame her for. Kimi is looking absolutely smashing tonight with his tight black shirt and shockingly blonde hair carefully styled in spikes.
When Kimi grins smugly at her, Seb can literally see the girl’s knees get weak, which also, yes, is very relatable. After Kimi has told her what he wants - vodka of course - it’s Sebastian’s turn, but she’s still staring with heart eyes at Kimi.
Sebastian rolls his eyes, snorting and the sound gets Kimi’s attention. The blue eyes turn to him and Seb thinks it’s the perfect moment to strike, his eyes boring into Kimi’s as he says,
“I think I need a Quick Fuck tonight.”
Kimi’s eyes get wide, his mouth falls open a little and even the waitress whips her head around to stare at Seb. And then she starts to giggle.
“You need a what now?” Kimi asks him at the same time as the waitress says, “ooooh, you mean the cocktail!”
Sebastian nods and grins, still watching Kimi who is looking back at him with squinted eyes at first, like he’s thinking ‘uh huh, sure’ and Seb thinks he can see something like heat flicker in those blue eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.
Of course the man is still as oblivious as ever and probably thinks Seb didn’t mean it like that.
Smiling secretly, Seb looks down at his hands fumbling as he mumbles quietly under his breath, “I wouldn’t mind getting laid too,” but Kimi is already talking about something else, the momentum long gone.
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Brazilian GP, 2007
It’s not often that Kimi Räikkönen is the more chatty one of the two. Usually it’s Seb talking Kimi’s ear off, but tonight Kimi can’t seem to stop talking about his life in Finland. Sebastian doesn’t mind though, he likes listening to Kimi even if his voice is monotone and lacks any real emotion. When he’s really passionate about something, Kimi will get this twinkle in his eyes that speaks of all the emotion Seb needs to hang onto his every word.
They’re already a few beers in and Kimi has moved on to the topic of the house he’s building in Finland. He’s telling Seb in great detail about the space he wants to have for all his classic cars and motors, the saunas (yes, as in more than one), an inside and outside pool and of course a bar with the most exclusive liquors one could find on this planet.
Kimi, Seb has noticed over the last few months, will get very animated as he gets a bit tipsy, talking with his hands and coming closer and closer in your face.
It’s something Sebastian doesn’t mind at all, finding himself leaning in closer too. He can’t help but notice how Kimi’s eyes get stuck on Seb’s lips from time to time, the Finn’s tongue peeking out to lick his own lips and well, Seb isn’t really to blame that he might think Kimi is maybe into him as well, right?
Kimi is just telling Seb about the long driveway he’s having paved, his breath ghosting over the German’s face as he speaks, when the waitress interrupts them and points at their empty glasses.
“Need a refill, guys?”
Kimi leans back into his own chair and puts his thumbs up at her, nodding and mumbling an affirmation. Seb is a bit annoyed and disappointed that she put a distance between them, but then remembers he wanted to try a cocktail. Or at least wants to see if they have ones with sexy names. There’s nothing more he enjoys than seeing Kimi surprised at whatever he picked out this time and provoking him a bit too. See if he’ll bite. Get the hint. Probably not, because the man is as dense as they come.
“Really?” Kimi asks, the silent judgment clear on his face though he does look amused. “Why not just plain vodka or beer? It’s cheaper too.”
Seb snorts and shrugs. That’s rich coming from the guy who usually doesn’t even look at what things cost; owning a private jet, building and buying houses, yachts and cars as if they are toys.
“I just like my drinks a little sweet,” he settles upon saying, winking at Kimi. And maybe Sebastian is imagining it, but Kimi’s cheeks seem to blush pink at that. Seb shakes his head, because that can’t be right, of course Kimi doesn’t blush from being winked at by Seb…
He buries his head into the menu instead, his eyes skipping over the cocktails and he lets out a giggle as he finds the perfect one. Like, it couldn’t be even more perfect if he tried. He can’t believe his luck.
The waitress is looking at him annoyed though, clearly impatient to get on with her work. Sebastian tries to make it up to her by smiling up sweetly and fluttering his eyelashes a little, which always seems to work with women (and men to be honest) and this time it’s no exception. Her pursed mouth relaxes into a smile.
“So, did you make your choice?”
“I did,” Seb replies, looking at Kimi as he does so. Kimi is staring right back, seemingly affected by Seb’s flirting with the waitress as well as he looks at Seb with dreamy and interested eyes. Or maybe that really is just wishful thinking. “I think this evening calls for Sex In The Driveway, don’t you think Kimi?”
Hearing and seeing Kimi break out into a coughing fit, probably from surprise and disbelief, makes Sebastian cackle.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Kimi accuses him and Seb’s heart starts to beat a little faster. Is he finally getting it?
“There’s no way a cocktail with a name like that exists. Right?” Kimi turns to the waitress with a skeptical expression, still red in the face and coughing a little bit .
“Oh yes, it really does exist,” she confirms, amused at the scene playing out in front of her before she leaves them alone to get their orders.
“Well played, Vettel,” Kimi grins at him, leaning in closer again as he wags his finger in Seb’s face. “You’re doing a good job messing with me. Can’t wait to see what you’ll pick next.”
So yeah, Kimi still doesn’t have a clue. At least he’s understanding that Seb is trying to provoke him, just not in the way he wants Kimi to. Seb sighs audibly and has to resist the urge to lean in and kiss those tempting thin pink lips.
-
Monaco GP, 2008
The one who finished in front of the other had to pay tonight. That was the deal they made this morning before the race. Sebastian was fully prepared to be the one to end up paying the bills, because there was no way he would ever finish in front of Kimi. But miracles apparently do happen; he finished 5th and Kimi 9th.
Sebastian will make him pay for sure, already plotting to pick the most expensive and suggestive cocktails out there.
Kimi doesn’t seem to be too bothered by it all though, congratulating Seb on his first good result.
“I mean,” Kimi starts saying as they sit down at the bar, “it’s a real shitbox they are making you drive.”
Sebastian nods, fully agreeing with that statement. It had been a few tough races, having to retire time and time again. It felt good to finally show the world that he could be a very decent driver if given the chance.
“Seriously Seb, you did great,” Kimi grins at him, his eyes warm and genuine.
Seb feels himself flush pink at the compliment, fiddling with his beer coaster as he looks away shyly. He’s used to getting praise, but getting it from Kimi feels different.
It makes him greedy for more.
Before the bartender comes to get their order, Seb wants to have decided what he wants. He needs them to be ‘alone’ for this, without an extra pair of eyes judging him for his choices. Plus he wants this to have an impact, get Kimi riled up a little. Maybe even thinking Seb is serious…
And after a quick glance at the menu, Seb knows exactly how to do that.
“So you said I can have anything I want, right?” Seb starts gleefully, knowing fully well Kimi meant the drinks but definitely about to imply something else.
Kimi nods. “That was the deal.”
Seb pretends to think really hard. “Ok. Does the deal also include a Blowjob?”
Seb feels like Kimi should have known something like that would be coming, but the man still stops in his tracks, staring long and hard at Sebastian. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his mouth gaping like a fish and there it is again, that flash of heat Sebastian thought he’d seen before. Now he’s pretty sure he’s interpreting it right though. Kimi looks like he’s actually considering the offer, his eyes sliding deliberately over Seb’s upper body and landing on his lips, which Seb can’t help but quickly lick and bite.
“I mean, buy me one? The cocktail?” Seb finally adds sweetly after the silence and sexual tension is getting the best of him.
Damnit, he shouldn’t have said that. Now Kimi might think he didn’t actually mean it.
“You little shit,” Kimi breathes, his voice sounding husky, but he’s grinning and shaking his head at Seb in disbelief and fondness.
Seb can’t help but giggle, a little bit relieved that the bartender is coming to get their orders. He giggles again at the face Kimi makes when he orders his cocktail and then mumbles under his breath.
"But I like the way you thought I meant it.”
Of course, subtle isn’t really Seb’s thing because apparently he didn’t mumble it quietly enough. Kimi’s ice blue eyes suddenly bore into his, letting him know he has heard every word.
Seb gulps, feeling his heart beating out of his chest and then swiftly changes the subject.
There’s a small victory to be celebrated though. It seems that finally Kimi is starting to crack and get the hints.
And it also looks like he isn’t completely opposed to the idea.
-
German GP, 2008
Something had changed since the last time they went out.
Sebastian couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, but something definitely was different between him and Kimi now.
They are still as close as they were before, almost attached to the hip and always seeking the other out on the paddock.
And maybe that’s exactly it. They had become even closer somehow. Or at least, that’s how it felt like to Seb. Though an outsider probably didn’t even notice the difference.
But Kimi’s eyes lingered on Sebastian a little too long, his eyes sliding over his figure before finally settling on Seb like he didn’t devour him with his icy gaze just a second before, grinning easily.
His touches seem to be made with more intent as well. When they walk side by side on the paddock, each on their way to their respective garages, Kimi will accidentally bump into Seb, his fingers brushing over Seb’s wrist, squeezing sweetly before letting go and acting as if nothing happened.
It s quite frankly fucking with Seb’s mind a little.
Because he’s not sure if he’s either imagining it, if Kimi is just fucking with him or if he’s actually serious.
Hopefully tonight he will get his answer, if he plays his cards right.
Sebastian starts with a beer that night but Kimi doesn’t seem to notice though, oblivious as ever.
Which makes Seb roll his eyes internally. It had become their thing when it was just the two of them. Seb would order a suggestive cocktail, Kimi would laugh and tease him about it and if Seb got lucky, Kimi even flirted with him a little. But apparently it wasn't their thing at all, because Kimi didn’t even seem to be aware of it.
It’s obvious that Kimi needs more hints.
As the night goes on and they order more drinks, they move closer, their shoulders brushing and their eyes locking in ways that keep sending shivers down Sebastian’s spine.
When their glasses are empty again and Kimi makes a move to order new ones, Sebastian chooses now is the best time to make his move.
“Wait,” he says, making sure Kimi’s attention is solely on him again. When Kimi’s eyes involuntarily drop to Seb’s lips, he leans in and whispers in Kimi’s ear.
“You know, I've always wondered what it would be like... Between The Sheets."
Pulling back to see Kimi’s reaction, he’s pleased to see Kimi’s cheeks flush a little. Other than that, he’s almost unreadable as he stares at Seb.
“Do you now?” Kimi grunts, continuing to stare Seb down and the younger man can feel his heart almost beating out of his chest. There’s a slight close-lipped smile on Kimi’s face though, giving away some smugness.
Seb feels the blood rushing to his own cheeks as he tries to keep his composure. He nods, refusing to look away from Kimi.
“Yeah, I've thought about it a lot, actually,” he tries to say as steadily as he can but it actually comes out a little bit shaky. And Kimi breaks the gaze for a second, glancing down at Seb’s fumbling fingers and nervously tapping foot.
And finally, finally, it’s like Sebastian can actually see the light bulbs going on in Kimi’s head and it all seems to click for him. Unable to sit still, Sebastian is anxiously waiting for Kimi to say something. Instead, Kimi looks at him knowingly, his eyes start to get that twinkle Sebastian loves so much, a smug smile taking over his face again as he starts to chuckle a little.
Sebastian’s heart sinks. This was not what was supposed to happen… and Kimi laughing at him hurts.
“What’s so funny?” Sebastian grumbles, frowning as he crosses his arms in defense.
Immediately, Kimi sobers up as he sees the wounded look on Sebastian‘s face. He shakes his head, amusement still visible on his face, but he looks softer now. With a fondness Sebastian can’t stand.
He doesn’t want Kimi’s fondness, he wants more than that.
“You are ridiculous, Seb,” Kimi starts, holding up a hand when he sees Sebastian getting up from his seat, wanting to flee the scene. “Let me finish.”
Sebastian does so reluctantly, looking at Kimi unsure, but there’s something in the older man’s eyes that makes him want to listen.
“So you ordered all those cocktails… were they all hints? You want all that? From me?”
Seb feels himself flush again, but there’s no point in denying it. It’s all true anyway. So he settles on nodding again, watching Kimi’s face carefully. Kimi’s face breaks out in a smile again and this time he grabs one of Seb’s trembling hands, stroking over it with his thumb reassuringly.
“And you couldn’t have just told me like a normal person?” Kimi teases him, though his eyes are full of affection for Seb and something he can’t completely identify but what looks an awful lot like want. The look confuses him and Seb has to look away or he’ll combust.
“Well, I didn’t know if you’d feel the same,” Seb admits, finally finding his voice, daring to look at Kimi again.
The man doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and then grabs the cocktail menu.
“What are you—“
Seb doesn’t get the chance to finish his question.
“Aha,” Kimi mumbles, then looks straight at Seb again. “You want to have a First Date, Seb?”
“What—“
Holding up a hand, Kimi interrupts him again. “I mean, that’s usually how this goes, right? Unless you want to jump straight to the… what is it?” Kimi’s eyes jump over the menu again, a filthy smile appearing on his face as he continues. “Unless you want to jump straight to the Screaming Orgasm?”
Seb’s eyes go wide before he collapses into a heap of giggles, a surge of happiness going through him so strong that it’s threatening to overwhelm him. Kimi is laughing with him; both giddy with the feeling of it all.
“And you say I am the one who is ridiculous?” Seb snickers once he’s caught his breath.
Kimi grins and shrugs one shoulder. “But what do you think? About that first date?”
Rather than answer with words, Seb leans forward, his lips brushing over Kimi’s, absolutely thrilled to know that this time Kimi isn’t anything near oblivious as he readily returns the kiss.
Smiling into the kiss, Sebastian is happy that Kimi finally got the hint.