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“Did you check-”
“Yes,”
“And you saw-”
“Yes,”
“So you know-”
“Yes,” Daniel sighs slightly exasperated, finally turning his head away from the TV to look at Lewis who’s placed himself as close to him as he can be, positively dripping in smugness.
“You know, cocky isn’t a good look on you,” an eyebrow raises and Daniel swallows thickly willing his dick not to give him away here.
“Oh yeah? That’s not what you said last night,” Lewis smirks and leans in so close Daniel can feel the stickiness of his breath, smell the mint tea he’d had earlier. Fuck okay.
“Irrelevant,” he forces himself to roll his eyes even if it almost physically hurts, refusing to give into Lewis’ play. The man is too high on his self made horse or- there’s an expression here somewhere Daniel is sure. He’ll find it.
“Sure sure,” Lewis blessedly backs off and leans back against the sofa, following Daniel’s gaze back to the mindless show they’d started watching to do just that- numb both of their ever running thoughts. Or it had been until Lewis’ and Daniel’s phones had pinged with the news, of which didn’t exactly create similar reactions with the two.
“I think this show might-”
“You do know what this means right?” Oh dear god, Daniel thought they’d moved passed it. One glance to his side and he’s proven very wrong by the god forsaken joy on Lewis’ face.
Now he’s happy for Lewis, he is, but his own past is playing in his head at a speed of a hundred and fuck all and it’s about to bring him to his goddamn knees if they can’t just-
“Baby?” A hand on his cheek snaps Daniel back to where he’s apparently started hyperventilating, awesome.
“Sorry I-”
“No no I, I forgot.” Lewis smiles somewhat sheepish and Daniel feels that sickly unworthy feeling in his stomach he gets sometimes but pushes it away with all his might. Not the time thank you.
“You know what would be funny?” Lewis blinks and shakes his head, confused by Daniel’s quick change in tone and Daniel takes advantage to power on.
“If by some grace of the Italian gods you get him and end up with the slowest car on the grid,” Daniel grins with all his teeth and Lewis frown snaps into a scowl and he jabs Daniel’s chest playfully.
“Take that back,” he demands and Daniel shakes with silent laughter.
“I can see the headline now, Italy on the verge of collapse as they cannot find the pace with the rocket ship maker,” Daniel bites his lip to ineffectively hide his laugh and Lewis pauses, closes his eyes, leans back and takes a deep breath. Uh oh.
“Take it back,” ever the controlled one, too bad Daniel isn’t having it.
“Nu-uh,”
“Yu-huh,” The slight whiny pitch doesn’t escape Daniel and he knows his dimples are at full display at Lewis’ annoyance but he can’t help it. After all he started it.
“Why? Scared it’ll come true?” Another deep breath and then he stills and a slow smile spreads. Yeah okay Daniel will probably regret that last jab.
“I see another headline,” Lewis grins, which is a warning sign in itself but Daniel is good at ignoring those.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah; Ferrari takes on new life back on top where they belong-” Daniel giggles at the dramatic way Lewis proclaims his news and tilts his head in anticipation for where he’s going with this.
Lewis pauses long enough to open one eye to make sure Daniel is looking which makes the other giggle louder, and then clears his throat roughly before continuing.
“Red Bull racing takes us back to twenty eighteen in their great attempt at recreating the grand prix in bak-” Daniel is on him before he can finish his sentence, tackling him down on the sofa and making Lewis yelp loudly in surprise before laughing at the way Daniel shakes him.
“Take it back!”
“Nuh-uh,” Daniel blows out his cheeks at Lewis’ defiance and grits his teeth to repress the smile when the other has the gall to stick his tongue out at him.
“Yu-huh,” he absolutely does not whine shutup, and Lewis grin widens as he shakes his head, hands finding Daniel’s hips and keeping him solidly on top of him.
“Why, scared it’ll come true?” He parrots and Daniel snorts and sags down to lay on top of him completely, making sure to spread all his body weight out like a sack of potatoes. He decidedly ignores the hum of approval, this is punishment dammit.
They lay watching TV for a while, Daniel is just figuring out the main character’s name when the chest under his ear rumbles.
“It’d be cool with a red rocket ship though,” it’s said softly, like a peace offer despite the message and Daniel sighs and closes his eyes.
“Just because he’s leaving doesn’t mean he’s yours.” A sound that might be arguing, might be agreeing comes from under him but it’s easy to play off as Daniel lets the firm heartbeat lull him into a nap, helped by the hand that starts rubbing up and down his back soothingly.
“We’ll see about that.” Lewis hums as Daniel’s about to leave the waking world and he thinks he makes a noise but can’t be sure. Thoughts and images being softened out and filled with a beautiful Red Bull car with his name on it, that’ll do for now.