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"Nico, please. Please, just let me in, and I'll explain everything to you." Lewis says through the crack in their shared apartment, begging for Nico to just let him in.
Nico doesn't do anything; he just stays in bed, curled up beneath the covers.
Nico wakes up as the light shines from the window. It was a beautiful sunny day in Monaco, the kind of day that Nico would have spent with Lewis. Not anymore, he guesses.
He slowly gets up and leaves to go to the supermarket to get breakfast.
As he opened the door, he was met with a huge lump of black staring back at him, clearly Lewis. He had slept outside the night before, he thought. However, his train of thoughts was quickly interrupted by Lewis slowly arousing, mumbling softly. "Nico?" Lewis tried to stand up but almost stumbles into the ground as Nico catches him. Lewis softly cups his cheeks as he looks at him, eyes filled with tears, evidently drunk. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Please, just—I'll explain everything inside, just please, let me in."
Nico hesitates for a moment before letting him come inside, gently setting him on their shared bed. "So?" Nico shoots at him, seemingly impatient.
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Nico's heart skips a beat as he walks through the paddock, trying not to seem too eager. Lewis had texted him to meet at the toilets next to the Red Bull garage. Why he specifically picked that place, Nico doesn't know. All he knows is that they were going to have a good make-out session, maybe even some dirty talk. As he tentatively reached for the handle of the door, he began to hear some noises. A whimper, to be exact. And then he heard it. That moan was all too familiar. It was Lewis's. "Fuck, Seb, you're so good, god!"
Then, it dawned on him.
Lewis, *his* Lewis, was fucking none other than Sebastian Vettel. His breath grew ragged as he thought of what might have been happening behind his back. Another moan and whimper, and he felt the tears prickle his eyes, and that's when he decided that it was time to go.
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He hated it. Hated this.
He hated how vulnerable he was whenever he was near Lewis. He hated how Lewis could explore the deepest, darkest parts of him only with a few kisses and soft-spoken words. He hated how easily he fell into Lewis's arms and how the walls around him crumbled so easily around the other Mercedes driver. He knows Lewis is so very bad for him.
Yet he can't stop himself. Not when Lewis arrives with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of lilies, his favourite. Not when Lewis surprises him with a promise ring on their trip to Greece. Not when he kisses him oh so delicately on those exact spots. Lewis already knows too much about him and knows exactly how to use it to his advantage.
Nico finds himself thinking he doesn't mind.