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9th March, 2024
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

They lay in the hotel room, chatting while watching a movie. After a stressful, but amazing, F1 debut in Saudi Arabia, Ollie wanted to hang out with his teammate in private.

His teammate that he just so happens to have a crush on.

But besides all of that, he wanted to get to know his new teammate more. Not just because of his childish crush on the younger, one but because they’ll be working together the whole season.

They sat beside each other in Ollie's hotel room. Almost bumping shoulders, where they settled on his bed. Kimi immediately congratulated him after his race, where Ollie proceeded to ask him to come over to his hotel room, where they’d both been for the past couple of hours.

He ordered food in, and queued up all of the Cars movies, preparing for a small, but fun hangout.

Upon arrival, they both sat in his bed, just talking to each other. Eventually, the first movie came on, and both boys quieted down for a little while. The silence didn’t last long, as they once again fell into a conversation.

Kimi had been eager to learn about how his first race was, and Ollie was perfectly content with telling him all about it.

Eventually, after two of the Cars movies, both teens were growing tired. They’d eaten whatever greasy takeout Ollie could get in his hands and had chatted for a few hours now.

Both were exhausted by the time the third movie was halfway done. It was evident when they both grew closer to each other.

The comfortable space between the two, slowly disappears. They grew closer to each other.

Towards the end of the movie, they grow into a comfortable silence. Both are too tired to keep up a conversation.

Moments later, Kimi felt something hit his shoulder. Looking over, he saw Ollie fast asleep. Breathing softly, Ollie had his eyes closed as his head lay on the Italian.

Tense, Kimi froze. His new teammate fell asleep on him, and he had no idea what to do. Despite how cute the scene was to him, Kimi gently moved his head up and set it down on the pillow where he had just a moment ago. He pulled the blankets over him. Quietly, he moved out of the bed. Trying desperately to leave without waking up the older, even if he did want to stay.

Kimi turned off the bedside lamp, preparing to leave. A hand emerged from under the comforter, grabbing Kimi’s wrist.

“Kimi?” Ollie whispered. Afraid the Italian wasn’t there, and everything was a dream. He had started to sit up just a bit.

Kimi turned back to the bed and went to move his opposite hand into Ollie's hair. Gently playing with it. “I’m here, Ollie.” Ollie relaxed just for a moment.

The older closed his eyes once again, and Kimi thought it was sort of cute. “You need to rest, Orso,” he commented. Ollie whined softly, and Kimi moved his hand out of his hair. Kimi’s cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“Stay? Please, Kim.” The Italian thought about it for a moment, before sliding into the bed next to him. Ollie immediately snuggled up close to him, whispering something incoherently. Kimi hummed softly, curious as to what Ollie said.

“ ‘said can we cuddle?” He mumbled, moving his head into the crook of his neck. Kimi laughed quietly. I mean, they practically were attached physically by the hip at this point.

Kimi wrapped his arms around Ollie slightly, unsure of what to do. Ollie immediately wrapped his own around Kimi, hugging the shorter.

They lay there for a moment, and Kimi could hear soft snores coming from Ollie. Kimi’s cheeks were burning a bright pink, as he held the tall man. They eventually both fell into a peaceful sleep. Strong arms wrapped around each other.

21st May, 2024
Forli, Italy

Ollie arrived at the airport for his flight to Monaco. Eagerly waiting for the chance to race in Monte Carlo once again.

He walked through Security and looked at his ticket, checking what gate to head towards. B17 was the gate, and as he headed towards the B terminals, not realizing how tired he was until he saw his gate.

It was just ahead of him now, and slumped up in the corner he noticed a certain brunette Italian, his attention captivated by his phone.

Approaching the short man, he didn't notice Ollie was there until he was crouched down in front of him.

They made eye contact for a moment and just stared at each other. The silence wasn't awkward, and neither one of them felt uncomfortable. But as Kimi’s warm chestnut eyes stared into his, Ollie felt his cheeks start to flush. His cheeks burnt a deep red.

Kimi’s eyes flickered down to Ollie's lips. Staring for a moment, Ollie was begging him to lean forward. Ollie's eyes stared down at Kimi’s, while Kimi looked up at his lips. With a shaky breath, Ollie sighed.

“Mind if I sit here?” he gestured to the seat next to Kimi. He nodded slightly, still dazed from the moment they just shared.

Ollie placed his backpack down on the chair next to him and pulled out his phone, trying to distract himself slightly.

It was nothing. Ollie tried to convince himself it was. He would be stupid to think otherwise. Kimi didn't like him that way.

Kimi tried to break the silence with painfully awkward small talk. Ollie wished he could relax so their conversations could return to normal.

They eventually fell into their normal talks, just rambling about anything and everything.

They were both there early for their flight. It didn't board until midnight, and it was currently 10:45. Ollie offered to buy Kimi a coffee or a snack before their trainers and engineers arrived.

Walking back to the corner, Ollie and Kimi sporting their coffees and bagels in each hand. To be honest, Ollie was exhausted and needed a coffee before this short flight to Monaco.

Ollie and Kimi were both equally as drowsy as the other. Kimi’s feature race went beautifully, while Ollies didn't. Despite making his way to first in the beginning, he lost it all during a pitstop gone wrong.

Regardless, if one of them was in a sour mood, they spent most of their time together, flourishing under the pressure of wanting F1 seats for next year. It was stressful, but in the end, their relationship grew. Into something like just friends or teammates. Maybe even best friends, or more…

Drowsily, Ollie shook the thought away. It was stupid to think that Kimi felt the same way. Despite all the time they spent together during the week, it didn't prove anything.

The private, almost intimate, moments behind the scenes didn't make them anything more than friends, right?

He closed his eyes, trying to get some rest before the rest of his engineers and team arrived, and found the two Prema drivers.

He drifted off. His final thought was the Italian boy next to him. After what felt like a short second, Ollie felt someone shaking him slightly.

“Ollie, we are boarding” Kimi’s voice whispered from in front of him.

Ollie groaned, before blinking his eyes open. The bright airport lights were blinding. He grabbed his phone and gathered the rest of his items, before following his team onto the plane.

Kimi stayed behind, silently waiting for Ollie to finish so they could walk together.

The team organized their seats to be next to each other. It was a way to get the teens to bond over the short-hour flight.

Ollie followed Kimi into the plane, waiting for the younger to place his bag in the overhead compartment. He could see the struggle Kimi had and offered to help him.

“Please do” he gratefully breathed out in thanks. Ollie smiled at him, before letting the younger get into the window seat.

Thankfully, there were only two seats. Nobody was in between them. They chatted with each other until take off, where Ollie opted to try and get some sleep.

He tried to get comfortable during his rest, but every position was horrible. He kept stirring slightly, trying not to gain too much attention from his teammate.

He closed his eyes with his head down, staring into his lap. He could feel a pair of eyes staring at him. Gently, a hand shook his shoulder.

Ollie hummed, and Kimi chuckled. Confused, Ollie opened his eyes and turned his head to the Italian.

Kimi kept giggling softly, and Ollie felt his heart start to melt and his cheeks flush.

“W-what?” he deadpanned.

“You can't possibly be serious, right?” Kimi stared into his eyes, and Ollie stared back into them.

“I don't get what's wrong” he sighed softly, while Kimi muttered something in Italian that was too quick for him to understand.

“Ey mate your neck!” Kimi whispered and screamed at Ollie. “That can't possibly be comfortable,” he spoke to himself.

“It is,” he muttered, and Kimi just stared at him assuming it was a joke.

“You're kidding.” Ollie shook his head, growing embarrassed by how much he was getting judged by Kimi.

“Mate, your neck is going to hurt like hell” Kimi chuckled. Ollie sighed slightly. “Nothing else is comfortable though, where am I supposed to lie down?”

Kimi looked very concentrated for a moment. Ollie assumed he was thinking of a good solution.

“Potresti sdraiarti su di me. He blurted aloud confidently. Switching into his mother tongue, his cheeks grew a rosy pink.

Ollie was trying to translate it, only picking out a few words. Kimi looked embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to regret his offer. Ollie leaned his head on Kimi’s shoulder,

Kimi was surprised for a moment if the way he tensed told Ollie anything. He slowly relaxed into it, letting Ollie move around slightly to get comfortable.

Ollie let himself relax and closed his eyes to sleep. Lying on top of the comfortable Mercedes hoodie Kimi was wearing. The complete opposite of the Ferrari Academy polo Ollie was sporting.

He felt fingers make their way to his arm, Kimi’s brushed his exposed elbow, He stroked it softly, the action lulling Oliver to sleep.

He felt himself drift off to sleep. The sounds of the airplane faded away as his vision went dark.

He was awoken again by the Italian, this time because their flight was landing soon. The pilot was heard over the speaker, Ollie didn't want to get up this time. He turned his head into Kimi’s neck, trying to desperately get the warmth radiating off of him.

Kimi groaned, but he heard him chuckle softly. “That can't possibly be comfortable, Bear.” he teased. He was right, it wasn't. But Ollie was freezing cold and Kimi was warm.

Ollie groaned, not wanting to get up yet. He moved away from Kimi to sit up, leaning his head back onto the seat and closing his eyes again.

“It's unfair” cried Ollie, Kimi gave him a confused look, silently begging him to elaborate.

“You're so warm, it's freezing in here.” Kimi chuckled softly.

Kimi smiled at him, as Ollie turned to face him. He gestured to the t-shirt Ollie was wearing. “You’re only wearing a shirt. You didn't want to wear a hoodie?” Kimi teased, his voice stayed airy as he spoke.

Ollie's face was flushed with embarrassment. He hasn't thought to wear a sweatshirt on the flight and didn't pack one in his backpack.

“I just didn't bring-” he stopped and stared at the disappointed face Kimi had. Ollie looked down at the hoodie Kimi was sporting.

“You can wear mine.”

The world around them froze, and Ollie felt his heart stop for a moment. Wearing his crush’s clothes? His face flushed for a moment, and Kimi seemed to notice.

“Only if you want to. It might help if you're freezing—“ he blinked for a moment before letting out a chuckle. “Dio, cosa sto dicendo?”

Ollie offered a smile, “That’d be amazing, Kim.” Ollie wiped at his eyes, trying to not seem as tired as he was.

Their captain told the flight attendants to prepare for landing. Ollie and Kimi sat in their spots next to each other, exchanging small talk as they did, rather than their easy-flowing conversations.

When they finally got off the plane, Kimi separated from the group to use the restroom. When he got back he had on only his t-shirt without his hoodie he had on top. Kimi handed over the hoodie with a cheeky grin. Ollie had barely picked up the look with how drowsy he was.

“Still cold?” Ollie smiled and nodded, taking the jacket out of Kimi's hands. He slipped it on. The distinct smell of his cologne was overwhelming.

Ollie basked in the warmth the hoodie brought, wrapping his arms around himself as the group walked.

The team grabbed separate taxis to head over to their hotel. Most of the crew went together, squeezing into two to three taxis while Kimi and Ollie headed over on their own.

Looking at the spectacular streets of Monaco at nighttime was life-changing. Kimi was in awe, and if Ollie wasn't asleep in the car he would be too.

For the third time tonight, Kimi had to shake Ollie awake. He woke up with a groan before falling back asleep, wrapping himself around Kimi. He had to peel off his arms gently, and practically dragged Ollie and both of their bags into the hotel lobby to meet with the team inside.

Kimi looked around for a moment before walking up to his engineer, Pedro. Ollie was half-asleep and resting on his shoulder, and Kimi asked his engineer what room Ollie was staying in.

“I have no clue, Kim” he chuckled, suggesting Kimi and Ollie share a room for the night. He didn’t see the slight smirk on Pedro’s face.

Kimi let out a soft sigh. He’d have to drag everything through the humongous hotel to get to his room while having a half-asleep Oliver Bearman use him to support himself. He shuddered at the thought.

Kimi thanked him for the idea, before hauling Ollie to the side. Gently shaking him awake. He didn’t mind the stares he was getting from people.

“Ollie? You’ve gotta wake up, mate” whispering, Kimi tried his best to wake Ollie up. He was leaning into him more, his head laid on his shoulder. It took a while, but he managed to budge and wake up.

“You have to carry your things, Bear.”

Ollie mumbled something incoherent. Kimi ruffled his eyebrows, asking him to repeat himself.

“ ‘ont w’nna leave you” he grumbled, the words coming out softly. Kimi chucked, promising that he wouldn't leave.

“ Prometti?” Kimi struggled with his slightly broken Italian, Ollie’s soft voice made it difficult but smiled once he understood. “I promise, Il mio orso” hooking his pinky around Ollie's raised one.

Kimi led a half-asleep Ollie through the giant hotel, keeping their pinkies intertwined. The halls were crowded, despite the time, and Kimi could not afford to lose the older. He shifted his fingers slightly to be more around Ollie’s their hand wrapped around tightly.

Walking into the elevator, Ollie was slumping into Kimi’s side once again slightly swaying. To the blind eye, it would seem as if he was drunk.

Kimi pulled Ollie out of the elevator, hands still intertwined with each other. They walked through the endless halls, finally arriving in front of Kimi’s hotel room.

Kimi fumbled with his keys, trying to grab them out of the little sleeve. He held it up to the scan and dragged them both into the room.

He flicked on the light while walking in, Ollie following closely behind. Kimi grabbed Ollie's suitcase and set it next to his beside the couch.

Kimi dragged Ollie to the bed, trying to pick up the taller and failing. Ollie fell into the bed, while Kimi tried to pull the comforter on top to let him under the sheets. He tucked Ollie in and started to walk towards the couch by the entrance of the room.

He flicked off the light. Ollie was sleeping soundly in the bed, not tossing or turning whatsoever. He figured he could take a shower without disrupting his teammate.

Turning on the spout, Kimi slightly winced as the cold water fell around him. Waiting patiently for the water to heat up. Kimi stood still for a moment, his thoughts drifting to the British man in his bed.

He tried not to let it get to him, how clingy Ollie could be to him.

He wasn't special for sure. He'd seen Ollie be very affectionate with everybody. Always going in to hug people. He surely wasn't jealous.

It was no surprise he could be very clingy when he is tired. Kimi thought about how Ollie seemed to be by his side the entire evening. How close they were, practically nuzzling in an airplane and before boarding.

But when he got out of the shower he came to the realization. He liked Oliver Bearman. Not in the ‘small crush’ way he thought he did, but in an ‘I wanna spend my whole life with you’ kind of way. His heart skipped a beat, and suddenly. Because Andrea Kimi Antonelli didn't like Oliver Bearman. No, he loved Oliver Bearman, and those feelings might be reciprocated.

The confusing actions and emotions had a clear reason now. He adored the older man and has for a while. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't feel like this with Ollie, he was only now realizing why.

And now, Kimi thought about it. Ollie acts the same way he does, the same awkward way he does.

Kimi tried to not think about it when he got out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Trying to be as quiet as he can so as not to wake up Ollie. He thought he was successful until he took his last step. A giant creeeeak filled the room, and Kimi muttered every curse he knew.

“Kimi?” a soft voice called out. Gently, Kimi walked over to the bedroom and towards the bed. Ollie was starting to get up, so Kimi rushed slightly.

“It's just me, Orso.” the pet name rolled off his tongue smoothly. “Go back to sleep please,” He hoped and prayed his weak attempt would work. Ollie seemed exhausted and out of it earlier, he could use some sleep.

“Noooo” Ollie whispered, turning his face into the pillow. “I want you, please?” he thought about it momentarily, pausing again. Kimi's face was growing a deep red. He didn't interpret those words correctly. The Italian cleared his throat, Ollie blinked at him softly.

“Coccola?”

Kimi’s heart slowed down, before quickening once again. Sure they've cuddled plenty of times, but it still filled his stomach with butterflies when he was so close to him.

He pushed the thoughts away and nodded his head. Forgetting that Ollie can't see him. Ollie repeated it, unsure this time. Kimi remembered how dark the room was and answered verbally.

Ollie muttered a soft ‘Yay’ and Kimi felt his heart melt. It was adorable, he was adorable. His heart couldn't take it. Kimi walked to the other side of the bed and crawled in.

Ollie immediately latched onto Kimi tightly, not daring to loosen his hold. Kimi chuckled lowly, shifting slightly to get comfortable.

Ollie nuzzled his head into Kimi’s chest, his arms around Kimi and holding him in a hug. His hands immediately fell to Ollie's head, playing with each strand of hair.

Kimi was lulling Ollie to sleep, and eventually, he knew it worked. Soft snores came from the tall Brit, and Kimi cooed in awe. He mentally captured the moment in his head, wanting to picture it in his mind forever.

Kimi leaned down, debating on what he should do. He placed a soft kiss on Ollie’s hair. Gently, as to not wake him up, he whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

The taller shifted slightly, moving around quite a bit. Ollie mumbled something, and Kimi hummed softly. He wasn't able to pick up what he said. “ L’ve you” he muttered, digging his head deeper into Kimi's chest.

Kimi tensed, and his heart stopped for a moment. Did Ollie feel the same way? Or was it just a stupid joke? He had never thought Ollie would feel the same way as him up until just a few minutes ago, but right now that felt like centuries. The thought of Ollie liking him how he does is..exhilarating. Unless Ollie was joking?

Kimi broke his ranting thoughts. There was no better time than now to say it. He built up all the courage he had for his next thoughts and words. “Anch'io ti amo”

Even if Ollie didn't remember this in the morning, Kimi would. If this was as far as they will get into their friendship/relationship that is platonic but not platonic then so be it.

Ollie's quiet breaths turned into soft snores once again, and Kimi's heart quickened. Tonight made him realize that he loved Oliver Bearman. He fell into a blissful sleep, right next to the guy he holds dear to him.

29th June, 2024

Spielberg, Austria

Upon the announcement of Ollie’s Formula 1 contract, the two PREMA teammates have been meaning to go out and celebrate.

After nearly a month of planning and canceling. Kimi figured that since they'd be free the rest of the night, this was the perfect time.

Oliver Bearman had just won the F2 Austrian Sprint race. While Ollie was celebrating on the podium, Kimi was celebrating in the team’s garage.

Sure, Kimi also wanted to win the race, but he just didn't have the pace at the time. He was a bit upset at his P15 finish, but he didn't care about it after he found out Ollie won. And besides, this wasn't about Kimi right now. His best friend (who he happens to like romantically) just won. They need to celebrate.

He had to be happy for that! After all of the celebrations and media duties back at PREMA and in media conferences, Kimi found Ollie wandering through the garage. This was the perfect time and place to ask him.

“Ollie!” He called out. The taller looked back, his smile growing wider as he saw him. He waved towards Kimi, and the younger made his way towards him.

Kimi did a light jog towards him, Ollie watched him as he ran, amused.

“What’s the rush?” He teased, Kimi felt his cheeks flush a soft pink but ignored it.

“Congratulations, Orso.” Kimi slung an arm around his shoulder. “F2 Sprint Race Winner, eh? And a Haas seat for next year? We need to celebrate!”

Kimi awkwardly took his arm back from around him, the height difference made the contact and positioning slightly uncomfortable.

“Yeah, hopefully, I can get the race win tomorrow” he smiled softly. Kimi was admiring the older, he stilled for a second making it just a tad bit awkward.

Even then, he kept up his confident persona. They started to walk out of the garage, settling into a conversation while walking to their driver rooms. Kimi stopped suddenly, he moved in front of the Ollie and looked up into the taller’s eyes. His head gently lifted. They stood there, frozen, for just a moment.

Kimi blinked and fluttered his eyes closed. He cleared his throat softly and turned away. But still, he didn’t let his confidence falter.

“Wanna get dinner tonight? I figured you’d be free after all of your media and Prema duties, or if you’re too tired I get it! You don’t have to, Ols-“ Kimi’s confidence was fading as he kept rambling on and on again

Ollie stared at him, a soft gaze in his eyes. He smiled for just a moment, reaching an arm on Kimi’s shoulder. His cheeky grin grew wider.

“I’d love to, Kimi. Tonight? Maybe around 6 or 7?”

Kimi’s heart stopped for a second, he thought he was gonna get shot down. He thought back to that night they arrived in Monte Carlo. He liked Ollie, and Ollie liked him that back (hopefully.) Thinking about this, he blushed slightly.

The last few weeks he was torn between denying or accepting that his feelings for Ollie were reciprocated. But finally, he came to the realization when they were grabbing coffee one morning. Ollie's eyes were fixating on him the entire time, staring and observing him quietly.

His gaze made shivers go down his back, a chilling feeling that made him feel almost special. Ollie stared at him in awe, speaking to him so softly that entire afternoon.

Kimi shook the feeling off, and they gave each other an awkward side hug, before retreating to their rooms. Kimi entered his driver’s trailer, sliding down the door as soon as it closed.

He did it. He practically asked him out. His mind was racing with so many questions. What should be wear? Should he take him to a fancy restaurant? Bring him flowers? But then he realized they weren't even going on a date, were they?

Kimi thought about it. Maybe it could be a friendly dinner between teammates, or maybe it could be more. A romantic night out between secret lovers? That was sappy. ‘A first date (but they don’t know it’s a date)’ seemed even worse

Kimi pulled his phone out of his pocket, hitting Ollie’s contact (it was the first one) and calling him. Calling him despite the fact they’re in trailers right next to each other (and he had just seen him literally minutes ago, but he had something to tell him)

"Hello?" the British accent came through the phone.

"Ollie." he breathed out, his own accent thick. Oliver snickered for a moment. "Miss me already?" Kimi had to hold himself back from blurting out an instant 'Yes' and smiled instead.

"Haha, you wish, Bear." his sarcastic twinge came out slightly.

He did miss Ollie a lot.

“I didn't say this before, but wear something..”he paused for a moment, contemplating on what to say next.

“Eh, fancy. Wear something fancy tonight.” Kimi decided and gave himself a pat on the back.

Ollie stayed silent for a minute, and Kimi held a breath. “Is this a date?” Ollie asked suddenly, leaving Kimi without an answer.

Kimi was silent, and Ollie immediately bounced back. “Well if it is, don't forget the flowers!” Ollie laughed at himself.

Kimi’s cheeks were blushed a soft pink, barely visible but there. “I'll think about it, bear.” Ollie chuckled loudly. They bid their goodbyes and hung up the phone.

☆

Kimi was back at the hotel, putting on a black button-up dress shirt. He had on a matching pair of pants. Looking in the mirror, he hoped he wasn't getting too dressed up.

He sprayed some cologne on before grabbing some product to run through his curls. He played with them until they looked how he desired.

He slipped on a pair of black dress shoes, that matched the entire outfit. He looked at himself briefly on the way out, ushering himself out to collect Ollie.

Making his way to the Brits room just done the hall, Kimi was starting to regret this. Maybe he shouldn't have booked such a fancy place for a ‘first date’ but it was too late now.

He stopped briefly in front of his door, pulling his hand out of his pocket to knock softly.

Stomping was heard before the door was pulled open. A slightly disheveled Ollie popped his head out.

“Kimi?” he looked surprised for a moment.

“What are you doing here? It is only-” he looked down at the watch on his arm. “-5:45” he scratched the back of his head slightly.

“Ahh, I’m sorry! I meant to text you earlier but I forgot” Kimi apologized heavily.

“I booked the reservation for 6:30” he informed, nervously picking at the bracelets on his wrist. “I can reschedule it or something. If you're not ready I can come back-”

“No!” Ollie exclaimed. He cleared his throat slightly before looking to the side. Growing nervous by Kimi's stare.

“I-i meant ‘No, don't go!’“ he turned back to him. “You can stay, I’m almost done getting ready.”

Ollie opened the door wider, and it was then that he noticed that Ollie wasn't wearing a shirt. Kimi walked past him, looking at his exposed back from the corner of his eye.

Kimi stood awkwardly by the desk in the corner of the room. It had almost the same layout as his own. He silently walked toward the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it.

Ollie was throwing things out of his suitcase, trying to find something. He pulled out a white button-up.

He wrapped the shirt around his chest. Kimi stared at the back of his biceps as they flexed when he buttoned it up. He kept his eyes on him even as Ollie turned around to face him.

“Ahh, let me use the restroom real quick.” he announced. He locked the door, and Kini heard shuffling around in there.

Kimi's face was slightly flushed. He pulled out his phone and tried to distract himself. He heard the bathroom door slide open. Out came Oliver Bearman.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, a smile plastered on his face as he spoke.

Kimi could smell the cologne Ollie put on. The fanciest one, he assumed. It was intoxicating to him, as they walked towards each other.

“Ready to go?” Kimi nodded in response; they walked out of the room together, and their hands naturally found each other as they entered the elevator. Hand in hand, they made their way to their date destination. Walking through the town as the sun started to fall.

☆

Walking into the fancy restaurant, Ollie is amazed by the wonderful service. They were immediately seated in a quiet secluded area towards the back. Nobody could see them, and that was perfectly fine with him.

They sat down, and the waitress took their drink orders. The nice lady left and immediately came back with their sodas. They both sat there in an awkward silence. Neither boy knew what to say.

Pathetic attempts at small talk was thrown around, but when Kimi's hand found Ollie's under the table, the Brit's face flushed for a second. They grew more comfortable, their conversation started to flourish afterward.

Ollie turned slightly to face the window next to him. The view was beautiful. The restaurant was on a hill, the Red Bull Ring was visible from where they were. Ollie looked at it in awe, the nightlife was beautiful. The lights looked like little dots of brightness from where they were. It looked wonderful. Ollie's mouth was slightly gaped open.

Unbeknownst to Ollie, Kimi was also admiring a beautiful view. Although looking at different sights, they both found what they were looking at to be wonderful--amazing even.

The Italian boy kept his eyes locked on Ollie, softening as his face filled with such amazement.

Kimi was smiling gently, even with the brit facing away from him. He squeezed his hand tenderly, the action full of affection. Ollie turned towards him, his lips turned into a bright smile. Kimi felt his cheeks slightly burn a deep scarlet.

They kept their hands intertwined until the waiter came.

☆

The food here was delicious. Both men could not get enough of their meals, practically licking their plates clean while still being polite. Kimi and Ollie both chatted the entire time. Their topics range from anything about their interests, future, or even hypothetical questions. Thus, leading the conversation into a hypothetical scenario about the zombie apocalypse.

The waitress had just come by and took the check from their table, causing both boys to get up and grab their stuff. They left the restaurant, continuing their conversation about Kimi's plans for the zombie apocalypse.

Ollie knew Kimi was very...passionate when it came to the zombie apocalypse. He even goes as far as to have plans for whatever circumstance he might find himself in whilst the world is ending. As the short man ranted on and on about what he would do if he were stuck at the top of a building, Ollie couldn't help but smile goofily at him.

It was nice seeing Kimi so genuine and human. His bright smile cause Kimi to pause for a moment.

"-then I could find the nearest Grocery store! I could live for ages with the food stocked in-" he stopped for a second; even stopped his long stroll and stood where he was. Offering Ollie a questioning look. The brit looked at him longingly, but also lovingly.

"Do I have something on my face?" he blurted out loud, getting a laugh out of the taller. They continued walking back to their hotel.

"No, no." Ollie smiled brightly, denying Kimi. "It’s just nice seeing you so—free. Usually, you're a very closed off person. It's nice to see you open up more, Kim" The Italian smile faltered for a minute, and Ollie could see more of him unlock. A more softer side of him hid behind his chocolate eyes, blocked off from the rest of the world.

It was nice too see Kimi more laid back. It wasn’t often that he let that part out—only if he was with somebody he trusted.

“I-“ Kimi looked at Ollie, observing him carefully. Ollie knew Kimi was thinking about what he said, and it sort of made his cheeks flush. Still, he knew that Kimi would overthink his reply.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Ollie turned to face him. He stopped walking slightly after he did.

The Brit offered a soft smile, before he continued walking. Kimi jogged to catch up.

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The two teens found themselves walking into Kimi’s hotel room. He offered to let Ollie stay the night, and the man accepted immediately. No hesitance.

Their plan was to hangout and play FIFA on Kimi’s PlayStation. But when they walked through the doors, Kimi found himself immediately pulled into a tight hug.

He didn’t know what to do. They stood in the entrance of his hotel room, he wrapped his arms around Ollie awkwardly.

“I had loads of fun, Kim” he smiled, pulling apart. The vulnerability dripped out of his voice, his eyes had a flash of emotion hidden behind them.

His long arms moved up from his waist, to now holding onto each of Kimi’s cheeks. He looked down to see his eyes, and started inspecting each little freckle and imperfection—though Ollie found it all adorable.

Kimi’s face softened as he stared up into Ollie’s eyes. Batting his eyelashes as he watched the way his eyes moved around his face. His body growing slightly tense and weak under the gaze. Their eyes met, and they locked stares for what felt like ages.

They felt themselves slowly lean towards one another, but it was Ollie who took the initiative. He leaned down to press his lips onto Kimi’s

He could feel his legs start to buckle as he tried to return the kiss, but as quickly as it started, it had ended.

Ollie pulled apart so quickly, that Kimi thought he had imagined everything.

“I am so sorry,” he whispered. He pulled away completely, taking a few steps back.

“Oh god.” He muttered. “What have I done? You don’t like me like that. Fuck—I just assumed that this was a date and that the feelings were…yknow, there-“ he rambled on, glancing everywhere but at Kimi as he took a deep breathe.

“Ollie, it is okay-“ he tried to console Ollie, but he was too stuck in his own world. They both were, in a way.

He put his hands over his face as he started prancing around in long strides. An utter look of terror covered his face, while Kimi’s eyes were full of disbelief.

“-I just thought that…maybe there was something there—fuck!” He stopped his strides around the small hallway of the hotel suite. He now stood facing away from Kimi, his back faced him as he held his own face.

“I-I am so sorry, Kimi. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t like me that way. Not how I like you-“ he paused for a moment, his cheeks grew a crimson red as he stared at the floor. His fists tightly clenched.

“Ollie-“ Kimi tried to calm him down, but was interrupted by him continuing his speech.

“-not how I like you, Kimi.” Kimi tensed for a moment, not expecting such a heartfelt response to Ollie’s own action.

“I really didn’t want my stupid feelings to get between our friendship—but look! I screwed it all over. I-I would totally get if you didn’t want to be friends anymore, Kim” Kimi took a few steps towards him, soft and gentle strides. Careful not to scare him from behind.

“Oliver” Ollie froze completely; he looked over his shoulder, staring at him for a moment before immediately turning back to the floor in front.

Kimi made his way in front of Ollie, staring at him as he looked down. Kimi cupped his hands around Ollie’s face, pulling his head up. Noting the way he leaned into the touch, and the amount of vulnerability in his movements.

Kimi stroked his cheek with his thumb, his words came out soft as he consoled him. He stared straight into his teary eyes as he spoke.

“I would never stop being friends with you.” He whispered, his voice slowly rising as he spoke. Ollie felt some of his worry lift up and off his shoulders as he wiped away the tears.

“Especially over something as stupid as that.” Ollie paused and tilted his head slightly, he looked like a sad golden retriever. “

“Oh dio mio-“ he pushed their faces together, smashing their lips against one another.

The action was immediately returned, and Kimi felt his body warm up. They pulled apart briefly, Kimi brushed a piece of Ollie’s hair out of his face.

“I like you too, il mio sognano.” Kimi dee the way Ollie’s ears lit up a bright red. ‘Cute’ he thought, but was immediately pulled out of his thought by a passionate kiss.

Surprisingly, Kimi found the way that Ollie latched onto his lower lip hot. Especially the way he bit down as the emotions in the room flipped from regretful and full of sorrow, to intimate and passion filled. They danced through the hotel room, messily pulling off shirts and grabbing onto each others bare backs. Holding on for dear life.

They fell onto the bed, and Kimi pushed back his lewd thoughts as he felt Ollie suck on his tongue.

They were both no longer nervous or consumed with too much thought, but Kimi felt they were moving too quickly. His pinched Ollie’s arm.

Ollie immediately broke apart, his face a deep crimson. “Too far?” He asked, deep heavy breathes fell from his mouth.

“Not at all.” Kimi immediately responded. He loved it, really.

“I enjoyed this date, Kimi.” Ollie admitted, his cheeks a bit pink as they broke apart again. “Though, I wish I got some flowers.” he laughed. Kimi sat there for a moment, his cheeks cooling down.

“Maybe next time, Ols.” he leaned in again, pressing their lips together.

Ollie’s face turned brighter at the thought of another date with Kimi. They pulled apart briefly, the feeling of the others’ lips lingering.

“I’d quite like another one.” Ollie breathed, their lips mere centimeters away. The warm breath hit Kimi’s lips. The Italian immediately leaned in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than before.

Pulling away with a string of saliva between them they wiped it off. Kimi whispered against Ollie’s lips. “Me too” he admitted quietly. Ollie wrapped his arms around Kimi in a hug. Strong arms wrapped around the shorter tightly.

“Maybe you could get me flowers instead” Kimi joked. Ollie laughed while he dug his head into the side of Kimi’s neck.

He left soft kisses all over, and Kimi’s face flushed as he sucked on a few sensitive spots. Eager to get a reaction out of him. Kimi felt Ollie smile as he pushed himself into Kimi’s neck.

“Can I stay the night?” Ollie asked his head in the crook of Kimi’s neck.

“Ollie-” he warned gently, trying to reason with him even though he wanted him to stay.

He wanted Ollie to stay. But he knew how risky it could be. His engineer and team members have his room key. Anybody could walk in and find them in bed together.

(And automatically think they had hooked up, which could be detrimental for the team and them)

“-I know, I know! But I just want to cuddle—I’ll be out of your room way before the race starts. I'll be out of your hair before Sergi or Pedro come get you.” Ollie argued, pulling away from Kimi to face him.

Kimi sat for a second before he started to smile gently. “You can stay,” he looked at Ollie for a second. “Do you need any clothes? You can borrow mine” the Italian offered.

Ollie's face flushed a soft pink, before accepting the offer. Kimi stood up to grab Ollie and him a change of clothes. He grabbed the biggest hoodie he had and hoped it would fit the taller man.

He set his pair down on the bed and handed Ollie his pair. The British said his thanks and left to change in the bathroom.

While he was gone, Kimi tried his best to clean up whatever he could. He put away his dirty clothes and cleaned the desk in the room as best he could.

He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Ollie to be done. When said man came out of the bathroom, Kimi stared at him. The thought of the older wearing his clothes made Kimi blush.

Kimi excused himself before Ollie could see and walked to the bathroom, locking himself in. Walking into the bathroom, he noticed Ollie's clothes folded neatly on the counter. He smiled sweetly, grabbing his clothes to change into.

Kimi slipped on his grey crewneck over his pajama pants, exiting the slightly cramped bathroom. He walked into the room to find Ollie sitting down in the armchair on his phone. His eyes met the taller’s as he walked towards him. Kimi walked over to the bed nearby and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, the older man stood up and made his way towards him. Ollie threw himself head-first into the bed, earning a laugh from Kimi. The younger looked up, a playful expression on his face.

“What? I'm just tired” Ollie stared into Kimi’s eyes. The younger boy unconsciously leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of Ollie’s forehead.

“Goofball” Kimi whispered, and Ollie couldn't help but laugh.

“Yeah, but I’m your goofball” he joked, they both went quiet. Ollie plopped his face back into the soft comforter of the bed. Neither of them knew what they were, and they should probably talk about it later.

At least, that's what they should've done.

Kimi laid back on the edge of the bed, lying next to the sprawled-out Ollie. Kimi stared at the ceiling, their relationship and what they were were on his mind. Ollie looked up, his head no longer in the bed, but staring at Kimi. Observing him.

“What’s on your pretty little mind?” he whispered, Kimi's face remained lost in thought.

Ollie flipped himself around looking up. Mimicking the younger boy, he stared at the ceiling.

“What are we, Ols?” he whispered, Ollie turned to his side, facing Kimi. He had to admit that he liked the way the nickname rolled off his tongue.

“I don't want to continue doing…whatever this is, if you're just leading me on”

“Please, Ollie.” he whispered, still staring at the ceiling above him. “Mi piaci davvero” he spoke so softly Ollie could barely hear him.

The young Brit gently stroked his hair, playing with it and pulling it to the side to calm him down. Kimi leaned into the touch. Thinking of an answer, the taller closed his eyes. He opened them once again, an answer seemingly coming to his mind

“I like you too, Andy,” he admitted softly. “and I really want to be more than just friends,”

He shut his eyes tightly. The Italian turned on his side to face him, observing him as they were both on their side. He was looking for a tiny feature that would contradict his words, but there wasn't anything there. Just plain, raw, real emotion.

Kimi moved closer, wrapping his arms around Ollie tightly. The older one tensed slightly. They lay there for a few minutes, neither wanted to speak up.

The Italian pressed a kiss to Ollie's cheek. Ollie opened his eyes widely in shock. His hand moved up to where Kimi’s lips were moments ago. Desperately trying to remember that feeling.

Ollie relaxed into the hold, slipping down slightly to put his head in his chest. He buried his face into Kimi’s body, feeling every time his chest went up and down. Hearing the rhythmic noise of Kimi’s beating heart.

Kimi moved his hand to his back, gently rubbing it in circles and patting it softly. Ollie leaned into the touch, and then Kimi suddenly stopped.

Ollie out out a noise of disapproval, moving his head out from his chest to look up at Kimi. The Italian let out a deep breath, calming himself.

“Be mine?” Ollie froze for a moment, shooting up instantly and popping out of the hold.

“Was that the best you could come up with?” Giggled Ollie. Kimi’s cheeks burned up a bright pink.

“Yes..” Kimi raised his right hand awkwardly, moving it to the back of his neck. He held it there, scratching at it nervously.

Suddenly, a burst of confidence came from Kimi when he next spoke; cutting off Ollie, who had his mouth open as if he was going to say something.

“Hey, I take it back!” He paused, Ollie had a heart broken look—though, when Kimi stared at him for a minute, he could pick out the slight traces playfulness on his face.

“I guess you can go find somebody else” Kimi gave himself a pat on the back for that one; in his opinion he did wonderful.

“Since you don’t want to accept-” Ollie rolled his eyes at him, not expecting the joke to go this far.

Kimi didn’t get to finish his sentence, when Ollie moved his head up, just enough to press his lips against Kimi’s.

The kiss (if you could even call it one) lasted for less than a second, then Ollie pulled away. Kimi didn’t even have time to react and fall into the quick peck.

“Yes!” Ollie exclaimed, causing a small chuckle to come out of Kimi’s mouth.

Kimi was slightly starstruck by what happened, but it all unraveled so quickly, he couldn’t process it.

Ollie cleared his throat, lying back down where he was.

“Boyfriends?” Ollie asked softly into his chest, slightly mumbled.

“Boyfriends” Kimi agreed. He chuckled to himself quietly. The Haas driver offered a questioning look.

“On one condition, Kimi.” He smiled brightly.

“Stop calling your boyfriend mate” He proposed, his tone serious which caused both of them to burst into immediate laughter. Kimi immediately decline, letting out a ‘No way’, causing Ollie to pretend to be upset at him as he lifted the blankets up and crawled under.

Both boys went under the covers tiredly. The Brit immediately found himself captured in Kimi’s strong arms. The Italian rubbed Ollie’s back and stroked his hair, lulling him to sleep. Ollie dug his head deeper into his chest, moving over to his neck before pulling away.

“ ‘smell good” he mumbled, moving his head back into his chest again. Kimi chuckled lowly.

“Ollie?” The British boy pulled his head up once again. He hummed softly. “What’s your favorite flower?” Ollie’s body moved up, and his face made its way next to Kimi’s; both pairs of eyes lost in thought.

“I’ve never really thought about that.” He admitted under his breath. “All flowers are beautiful,” he spoke next to Kimi’s ear, the hot breath blowing on it. The Italian's face was painted scarlet.

“Just like you-” he murmured, his voice breathy. Soft breaths landed on Kimi; he kissed and nibbled his ear softly in between soft words and touches. Kimi stilled for a moment, his face flushed a deep red.

Kimi felt himself overheat. It was all too much. Delicately rough touches, mixed with little praises and kisses. It could be enough to kill a man!

Kimi did not enjoy the teasing (at least that’s what he told himself.)

“-Oh alright, mate! Time for sleep, Ollie” he warned, silently wishing the moment never ended.

He turned his head to the side, looking at the bedside table. Ollie chuckled softly. He pulled away, moving his head down to Kimi’s chest. The Brit closed his eyes, chirping a quiet goodnight.

Kimi placed a comforting and around him as he heard Ollie’s breathing start to calm down; Ollie snores slightly as he falls asleep.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his hair, before closing his eyes. Kimi let the world of sleep engulf him. His vision blackening with his shut eyes.

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Kimi shifted slightly, he heard noises from outside. Three familiar knocks came from the hotel room door, before the door being clicked open was heard.

Kimi opened his eyes at the sound of somebody in his room. Slightly alarmed, he gripped Ollie tightly. He had no time to put the familiar knock and footsteps together and figure out who was in his room.

Kimi looked up to the front of the room, and was met by the sight of Sergi and his Race Engineer, Pedro, looking at him with unsurprised faces.

Neither of the two boys woke up early enough. Ollie had no time to leave before Kimi had to go with his Engineer and Physio, so now they were stuck here, with both of those people staring at them.

Kimi’s cheeks flushed as he realized how they caught him. His eyes closed and he tilted his head upwards towards the ceiling.

Pedro and Sergi walked more into the room, quietly observing the domestic scene in front of him.

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Ollie blinked his eyes open, leaning his head up and groggily rubbing them as he heard footsteps in the room.

He felt Kimi under him, and the sound of voices talking grew louder. Ollie didn't care though, he nuzzled himself into his boyfriend more. He wrapped his arms around him rightly, before shutting his eyes.

Ollie let sleep take over as his body fell sluggishly into Kimi's chest again, his eyes resting as he fell back asleep.

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Kimi groaned, slightly irritated. Sergi and Pedro stood in the corner of the room, both men had matching cheeky smiles on their faces.

Kimi slightly shook Ollie, trying to desperately wake him up again.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty” be chuckled lowly. The man in his arms moved slightly, leaning up and rubbing at his eyes for the second time.

“Kimi..?” he asked, yawning slightly.

“Look who finally woke up,” he laughed, putting his hand in his hair and playing with it. Messing it up as he did.

Ollie groaned, moving back deeper into his chest. Kimi looked at him in awe, scolding himself for having to ruin the moment. "Come on, orsacchiotto" he tried to whisper, while the two men in the corner of the room directed a slightly teasing smirk towards him. Kimi tried to sit up gently, bringing Ollie along with him.

Kimi was sitting up, his back leaning against the backboard of his bed. he tried to get Ollie to wake up fully, desperately trying to shake him awake for the hundredth time. In the end, the Italian finally coaxed him enough to get up.

Ollie flipped over to the side. He was now lying on his stomach, his arms and legs sprawled out slightly from under the covers. He did not seem fully alert, and it seems he didn't even realize the company in the room. Kimi sighed, scratching the back of his neck. He looked over at the clock next to him.

"What are you guys doing here? You are not supposed to be here for another-" he glanced at the clock, pausing momentarily, "-20 or so minutes"

Ollie turned his head towards Kimi, offering the younger man a questioning look. The two additions to the room stayed unknown to Ollie until the older teen sat up to lean into Kimi's side--just like that night in Saudi Arabia.

He looked slightly uncomfortable, but Kimi suspected it was because they just got caught. Kimi searched under the covers for Ollie’s hand, holding it as soon as he found it.

“Well,” Pedro started, his lips contorted into a smirk. “Ollie’s performance engineer was looking for him.” He said, as if that gave an answer.

Kimi replied with a raised eyebrow, Ollie seemed to understand immediately.

“Crap” he muttered. “We were supposed to meet this morning to talk about today-” he pulled his hand out of Kimi’s hold, placing both of them over his eyes in embarrassment.

He groaned slightly, turning his head to face the two adults.

“I completely forgot! He’s probably pissed. I can go meet him now-“ he was cut off by Sergi’s slight chuckle.

“I’m sure he’s fine Ollie, I can message him right now if you want?” He offered, the Brit shook his head.

“I’ll let him know you were busy”

Both teens had slightly flushed cheeks and dazed expressions. Pondering what that could mean.

The scene did not look too well. Two teammates cuddled up in bed together. That didn’t seem too well on paper.

But still, they felt the need to deny anything happened. So they did just that.

“We didn’t do anything!” Kimi excused, Ollie’s face was as red as a tomato.

“Well…we didn’t go that far!” Kimi cursed Ollie and his honesty.

Both of the adults stood amused in the corner, smirking as they saw both boys stammering in the bed.

Eventually, they had to put the scene to a stop. They had a busy day ahead of them.

“Okay, okay” Sergi shouted over them, both boys stopped talking and stilled. “We believe you two.” Pedro finished, both men seemed relieved. Though, Ollie did sell them out just a little bit.

“But what do you want me to tell Ronan?” Sergi asked, pulling Ollie’s attention away from his slip up.

Ollie sat still for a moment, silently thinking of a reply. Kimi thought his concentrated look was cute. Sergi waited patiently.

“I can message him myself—thank you though!” He insisted, leaning over Kimi to grab his phone from the bedside table.

“Kimi” Pedro called out, gaining the Italian’s attention. “We’ll meet you in the lobby in-“ he looked at his watch. “-10 minutes.” He smiled towards the boy as both adults called out a goodbye and exited the room.

Both boys sat in silence, not having any clue on what to say. The previous night had been a blur between the lines of what they could and shouldn’t do.

Finally, the silence broke up Kimi spoke up.

“Welp,” Kimi sighed, pulling the covers off of himself. “You should probably go meet Ronan-“ he mumbled. Quiet curses came out of Ollie’s mouth.

Kimi thought it was cute.

They sat right next to each other. As Kimi was about to get out of bed, he felt something fall onto his shoulder.

Ollie placed his head on his shoulder. Neither of them wanted to leave, but alas, they had to.

“Ols” he groaned, trying to peel him off. He wouldn’t budge at all. His phone was in his hand as he typed furiously.

Kimi really wanted to stay like this forever, but he didn’t want to keep Ronan waiting much longer.

He tried to get Ollie up, but he was too occupied with his phone. Finally, the typing stopped.

“Done!” Ollie let out a laugh. Kimi stared at him, confused deeply. Egging him on to elaborate.

“I messaged Ronan.” He paused, letting Kimi sink in the information. “He told me that we could talk later” Kimi still stared at him confused. All that typing for this?

“And,” he continued on. “I messaged Pedro…” he closed his eyes for a moment as Kimi scrunched his nose. Not prepared for the amount of teasing he’ll receive.

Ollie looked at him from the corner of his eye. “Don’t give me that look!” He laughed. Kimi chuckled lowly for a moment.

“He told me they’ll meet you at the track.” He smiled at him. Kimi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He looked down at Ollie laying on his shoulder. He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you, mate” he smiled. Ollie rolled his eyes at him. “You’re a lifesaver.” He whispered, moving closer to his ear.

“What did I say about calling me your mate?!” He yelped, moving off of his shoulder.

Kimi chuckled low but his cheeks were painted a bright pink. Ollie let out an exasperated groan as he moved away to the end of the bed and crossed his arms.

Ollie sat up fully, his feet on the floor. Kimi could see the slight grin on his face from behind him.

“This is the thanks I get? Honestly, I expected more, Andrea” Ollie let out a soft laugh, his tone growing more playful as he tried to surprise a chuckle.

“Thank you for buying us more time” Kimi gave him a hug from behind, as Ollie was turned to face the wall next to the entrance.

“What would I do without you, mate?” He murmured into his ear. Ollie groaned dramatically, looking over his shoulder to face him slightly.

“See, now you’ve ruined it again!” He claimed, but his voice didn’t carry any real weight to his faux anger.

They stayed sitting up for a minute or two, before Ollie leaned back, pushing them both down.

Kimi let out an ‘oomph!’ as he fell, but he immediately sprawled out as Ollie landed on top of him.

“What time do you have to be at the track?” Ollie asked, his eyes turned up to look at him.

Kimi smiled at Ollie gently, telling him they had an hour or two before having to leave.

Ollie sat up again, standing up from the bed and turning towards it. Kimi sat up and crawled backwards towards the pillows.

Ollie threw himself onto the bed, instantly curling up against Kimi. This earned a loud chuckle from Kimi.

“Good.” He replied, moving into his neck and leaving kisses and bites all over. Kimi groaned slightly.

Ollie stopped, and just wrapped his arms around Kimi’s back. They held each other firmly, basking in the comfort of one another.

Kimi knew Ollie had fallen asleep, and he wondered how he could fall asleep before Kimi could have the chance to snap. (Even though he does the same)

They stayed laying for an hour or so, Kimi just enjoying the moment as Ollie slept.

He didn’t want to wake him up. Even though they needed to leave for the track, Kimi couldn’t bring himself to wake him up.

So, even though they should be getting ready, Kimi will let his boyfriend rest.

Boyfriend. He liked that term when addressing Ollie.

Boyfriends.

3 July, 2024

Chelmsford, England

Love songs were blasting in the car as Ollie and Kimi drove through the country.

Kimi wanted to see the area that Ollie had grown up, and there was no better time than now, as they were both in town for the Silverstone race.

They were having dinner at Ollie’s childhood home with his family, and would spend the night there. Ollie couldn’t lie—he was nervous. He would be introducing Kimi to his family for the first time.

Well, yeah Kimi has met his family multiple times over the season, but it was the first time Ollie would be introducing him as his boyfriend.

That in itself was nerve wracking, as Ollie just came out to his parents around his birthday in May.

Ollie, in his defense, tried his best to swallow down the nerves, but he knew Kimi could sense it from right next to him. He could see through his subtle movements.

A lick of the lips every often, tense figure, and the way he wasn’t singling along to Taylor Swift gave it all away for Kimi.

Ollie was nervous.

No doubt about it, but Kimi knew that if he was in that position he would be too. He noticed Ollie’s left hand was away form the steering wheel, so he took his chance to help console him.

Kimi placed a hand in Ollie’s, plotting his hand in Ollie’s vacant one.

Ollie wrapped his hand around Kimi’s tightly, bringing it up to his mouth a placing a gentle kiss on it. Kimi giggled stupidly, though he blushed crimson at the affection.

“Ollie” Kimi whispered, his voice quiet and soft. The car had been silent besides the Taylor Swift playing on—as per usual. Though, this time the car lacked the sound of Ollie singing along.

“I’m nervous too” he admitted. Ollie’s eyes darted to the side immediately.

He stared at him for a moment, blinking slightly before he remembered he had to look at the road.

Ollie bit his lip as he drove—a habit that Kimi noticed Ollie did whenever he had nothing to say. Kimi stared at Ollie for a moment , blinking and bringing their hands down towards the gear stick.

“Really?” He asked, incredulously. He shook his head slightly.

Kimi chuckled lowly, his voice still soft and welcoming.

“Of course, mate!” He laughed. Ollies face had a twinge of disbelief as he cringed. Ollie couldn’t believe his boyfriend just called him mate.

Kimi continued shortly after his gentle burst. He was beyond nervous and scared to meet Ollie’s family the first time. Now, he would be introduced to them again, only this time he would be known as his boyfriend.

It scared him shitless.

He had only came out to his own parents 3-4 months ago. Hell, he hadn’t even told them he had a boyfriend yet.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine how Ollie was feeling.

Having only came out to his parents in May, which was only a month ago at this point, he was thrusting all of this information on them in such a short notice.

“I can’t even begin to imagine how scared you are ” he tightened his hold on Ollie’s hand.

“But I know how strong you are, Ols” he smiled, though Ollie was too occupied on the road (and trying to hold back tears.)

Ollie bit his tongue; seemingly focusing only on the road ahead of him. He was almost at a loss for words.

”I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice cracking as he spoke slowly. Kimi’s eyes softened.

“My parents love you—they really do! I just don’t know how they will feel about you being my boyfriend.”

He rambled on, thinking about his words once more.

“I-I uhm” he looked away towards him for a moment, clearing his throat with a cough.

“They love you, Kim—really, they do! I-I just don’t know how they’ll react to me having a boyfriend…” he looked back at the road.

Kimi could understand. He had no idea how his own parents would react. Ollie continued to reassure Kimi that Ollie’s family loved him. Kimi found it quite endearing.

He chuckled for a moment, brining Ollie’s hand up and placing a soft kiss on it.

“I understand, Ols. I’m scared about how my parents will react.” He laughed softly.

”But, my family absolutely adores you. Im sure that when they find out that my boyfriend is you? Aye—they’ll be overjoyed!” Kimi exclaimed.

Ollie’s lips contorted into a slight smile, as he held onto Kimi’s hand tighter. Maybe this dinner won’t go as bad as he originally thought it would’ve.

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Kimi and Ollie sat in the latter’s childhood room. Kimi spun around in the office chair, while Ollie sat in the bed.

Kimi looked around the room his boyfriend grew up in, looking at the posters of legends and shelves with old karting helmets.

Kimi was looking around the room while messing with a scrambled Rubik’s cube.

“I think dinner went well,” Ollie spoke up, his tone soft and gentle as to not spook Kimi.

Kimi stopped spinning in the chair, and moved it to face Ollie in the bed. He offered a crooked smile.

“I would say” he laughed.

The dinner went wonderfully. Ollie introduced Kimi as his boyfriend (something he had never done before) and his family did not take the news with much surprise or anger.

Apparently, his parents (mostly his father) had been suspecting there was something between them.

They haven’t been as sly as they thought.

So, with only a tad bit of embarrassment, they ate the dinner and spent the evening with Ollie’s family.

Something they’ve done loads of times; only this time he would be known as Ollie’s boyfriend.

It made Kimi start to feel tingly and squirm a tad bit. Sure, he was acting like a teenage girl who had been noticed by their crush for the first time, but he enjoyed people knowing that he was with Ollie.

Maybe it was the protectiveness in him, or maybe his jealous tendencies. Regardless, he liked it.

Ollie stood up from the bed and stretched his arms out, asking for a hug. Kimi smiled, moving from his chair to embrace Ollie. His long arms were around his neck, with Kimi’s strong arms around his waist.

They pulled apart rather quickly, with Ollie placing a soft peck on his nose, letting their foreheads brush together for a moment.

“I’m gonna take a shower, Kim” he whispered, his voice barely heard by Kimi.

“I’ll be right back—you can lie down if you’d like.” He offered as he walked over to his suitcase to grab a pair of pajamas.

Ollie blew an air kiss as he walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Kimi giggled stupidly at him.

Kimi looked around the room, sitting down on the bed as he observed the posters and shelves.

Posters of legends such as Ayrton Senna, Michael Schumacher, Nigel Manson—even Lewis Hamilton—were littering the walls.

He stood up to observe the helmets hanging on the wall. Clear shelves lined the wall his desk was up against, all helmets that each grew in size. All of them ranging from karting to Formula 2 helmets.

He grabbed the smallest helmet at the bottom, observing how small it was in his hands.

The design was unique yet it was not too much. It was a perfect helmet.

He set it back down on the shelf, and moved towards the worn down dresser in the corner. He observed the baby photos on top, looking at the family portraits as well.

He looked at the two suitcases next to it. Ollie’s looked gone through, while Kimi’s was neatly zipped up. He laughed to himself, and was about to move back to the bed when something caught his eyes.

A black Mercedes Junior Hoodie. He recognized it immediately. It was the hoodie he let Ollie borrow when they landed in Monaco. God, he almost forgot all about it. It must have reached the top of the suitcase when Ollie was grabbing his clothes.

Kimi’s cheeks flushed as he hesitated to reach for it inside the suitcase. Still, he leaned down to pick it up.

He wrapped his hands around the material, thinking about how often Ollie has it with him.

‘Does he bring it with him every race weekend? Does he even wear it? Imagine how cute he would look in my hoodie-‘

The door handle shook as it was pulled open. Ollie walked into the room, watching as Kimi held the hoodie he’d taken from him.

“Kimi?” He questioned, “what are you holding?” The dresser had been right outside the doorway, and against the wall. Ollie had moved out of the entrance.

Kimi outstretched the hoodie, holding it out for Ollie to see as he turned to the side to face him.

“I didn’t know you still had this,” he mumbled, a bright vermillion blush painted on both of their faces now. Ollie a guilt ridden look.

“Well uhm—of course I still have it!” He exclaimed, reaching behind his neck to scratch at it nervously.

He didn’t think Kimi would still remember it. How had he found it? He wondered if Kimi found it from rummaging through his bag. (Or perhaps they made its way to the top when he grabbed his clothes)

Kimi took small steps towards forward, slowly making his way to Ollie. He went in his tippytoes, the hoodie still in his right hand as he wrapped his arms around his strong neck.

He laid a soft peck to Ollie’s lip. He could feel the touch lingering as he pulled away. Dazed, Ollie moved a finger to his lips where Kimi’s once were.

Their faces were burned and deep red by this point, but Kimi’s face still looked teasing.

“Yeah? Do you wear it often, Ols?” He whispered, dropping down from his tippytoes. He wrapped his left hand around his cheek. Desperately, Ollie leaned into the touch.

“Maybe” he closed his eyes and moved impossibly closer into his hand. Kimi pulling his hand away, and Ollie let out a needy whine.

Kimi smirked at the way Ollie was acting. He was being so clingy. Kimi was nowhere near complaining about that.

“I bet you haven’t washed it, Ollie” Kimi teased, now sporting a sly grin as Ollie grew skirmish.

He had a guilt expression when he opened his eyes, his gaze not meeting Kimi’s. He muttered a soft confession.

Kimi felt his heart melt. Sure, it was sort of gross. He gave him that hoodie a little while ago. His thoughts were cut off when Ollie threw himself against Kimi, causing him to stumble back.

Kimi was against the dresser, and he adjusted himself slightly to sit on it. Ollie wrapped his arms around his neck; Kimi’s arms were around his waist, pulling him closer.

Ollie found his lips against the soft curls on Kimi’s head, and he laid soft kisses and mumbles against it.

“It sm’lls like you” he muttered out, both of their cheek flushed deeply.

Kimi found it adorable. He imagined Ollie in his hotel room or at home, lounging around in Kimi’s hoodie.

Suddenly, Ollie moved away from him, his eyes droopy and tired. He grabbed at Kimi’s arm, dragging both of them to the center of the room. Quickly making their way to Ollie bed in the corner.

Ollie dove into the bed, sinking into the comforter almost immediately. He lied down, pulling Kimi down either him using both arms.

Ollie had started up spooning Kimi. But, as soon as Kimi relaxed into the bed, Ollie desperately wanted to switch the positions.

Kimi, getting the memo, moved away from Ollie to give him the space he needed to turn around. Kimi following suit shortly after.

They took up the entire bed. It was small, and neither of them had much personal space. But, they weren’t complaining.

Not when they had the chance to be this close to one another.

It was comforting, and the scene was straight out of a movie. It was very—domestic feeling. Their limbs entangled, arms wrapped around the other’s, and hands playing and fidgeting around. It was cute how they were still both nervous.

Kimi’s hand found Ollie’s hair, diving through and picking each strand. He leaned into he touch, and Ollie let out a slight purr at the feeling.

His purrs turned into snores, and he fell into a restful rest. Embraced in the warm, strong arms of the man he loves.

Soon after, Kimi fell into this sleep as well. Comforted by the sound of Ollie asleep in his arms. They both relaxed as they fell asleep in Ollie’s childhood home, and Kimi couldn’t wait to explore the city tomorrow.

A whole day with Ollie sounded like a dream.

Winter Break 2024
Italy

Laying in their practically empty apartment, the young couple lay idly on the carpet floor of their new living room. Both boys were aware of how cold their apartment was.

Kimi and Ollie moved into an apartment together. Somewhere not too far from the city, but kind of hidden in Italy.

They just received the keys to their new home the day prior and visited the place this morning. They were exhausted.

They’d spent the first half of their day bringing up boxes. After bringing up most of their items, they went out to eat, before returning to their task.

They then spent the second half of their day unpacking everything, or just looking through each box. Placing appliances in the kitchen, personal items in their offices, etc. After all of their hard work, they earned some free time to lounge around.

Ollie groaned as he lay on the floor. Kimi found his complaints hilarious. The British teen had bought a TV for their home, but they haven’t done too much furniture shopping yet. Their furniture sat on the floor, as they did as well. They had no TV console and no couch.

Kimi was listening to Ollie’s cries, as he stated it was not fair. (Ollie brought the TV up alone, while Kimi knew they had no place for it)

“I warned you, Mate!” Kimi laughed. Groaning, Ollie sat up. “You could’ve told me we had no place for it,” Ollie grumbled, turning to look away from the Italian.

“Ollie, I did tell you.” he turned and moved towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“We can go furniture shopping tomorrow, Amore.” he leaned forward to kiss Ollie’s cheek. “We could even get some ice cream after,” he promised. Ollie perked up slightly, causing the Italian to chuckle.

Ollie reached his hand up to the place Kimi’s lips were moments ago. Ollie turned around slightly. Smiling, he lunged at Kimi, pushing both of them to the ground.

Kimi let out an ‘oomph’ as they fell. Ollie landed on top of him, gently leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. Kimi chuckled softly, before placing a hand on Ollie's head. He ruffled his hair softly, before pulling his hand away.

Ollie whined at the loss, before slumping down. The British man was lying on Kimi’s chest now. They sat there for a moment, both too tired to go anywhere. The events from today finally catching up to them. All of their moving stress turned into exhaustion. Ollid nuzzled into Kimi more, mumbling some sort of gibberish into his chest.

“What was that?” Kimi asked softly, he pulled his arms around Ollie gently. Despite the uncomfortable position, Kimi was enjoying how clingy Ollie was.

“I-“ the Brit yawned softly, turning his head out of Kimi’s chest. “Are you tired, Orso?” Kimi interrupted, practically taking the words out of Ollie's mouth. He shook his head gently.

“Can we cuddle?” he whispered. Looking down, Kimi could tell Ollie’s cheeks were flushing a soft pink. The Italian chuckled softly, before asking the taller to get up. Whining, Ollie stood grumpy while waiting for Kimi to get up off the floor.

Gently, Kimi placed a hand on Ollie’s shoulder to guide him to their new bedroom.

The room was more on the smaller side. Just a place for them to rest after a long day. At the moment, there was only a mattress in the corner of the room. They need some more furniture.

Ollie looked about ready to jump into bed. Kimi practically begged him to change into some more comfortable clothing. (Their clothes were still packed, hidden in their suitcases. Stowed away in their closet.)

As soon as they both changed, Ollie dragged Kimi to bed. Pulling his arm towards the mattress in their room. Kimi smiled gently at the older.

Ollie fell back into the bed, dragging Kimi down with him. Chuckling, Kimi flipped their places. Ollie was no longer lying under the Italian, but he didn’t care. The younger wrapped his arms around Ollie tightly. Leaning into the touch, Ollie nuzzled his head into his neck. The Haas driver gave little pecks and kisses to it, tickling the younger slightly. They fell asleep, their only thoughts being each other.

☆

The next morning, Ollie woke up with a hand resting in his hair. Gently stroking each messy strand.

Cuddled up against Kimi, he pressed soft kisses into his neck. Kimi shuffled and chuckled as he coaxed Ollie to get up.

They had a calm start to their morning, before spending the rest of their day furniture shopping. They made their way to the closest furniture store—Finally getting that TV console for Ollie. (And the ice cream he was promised)

16 March, 2025

Melbourne, Australia

This might’ve been the worst race Ollie has had in awhile.

A crash in FP1 making him unable to compete in FP2, and then crashing again in FP3 might be one of the worse rookie debuts—though it isn’t even his debut race.

Regardless, the entire weekend was shitty. All the way to the actual race. Bad strategy with even worse conditions made the Haas weekend to go horribly.

Both drivers getting P13 and P14 respectively (with 6 DNFS)

So, after such an intense weekend of racing, Ollie wanted to do nothing more than crumble in bed and rest with his boyfriend ahead of the next race.

He knocked on Kimi’s hotel room door, unfazed when it opened almost immediately.

Kimi took one look at Ollie, before ushering him inside. The current physical state he was in looked awful—only god knows how his mental state is holding up right now.

Ollie stepped to the side as Kimi closed the door, they stood in the walkways of the room for a moment. Kimi held out his arms for Ollie, and he immediately felt him pounce into his hold.

Kimi kept a tight grip on him as he held Ollie tightly. Ollie kept his head on Kimi’s shoulder and his arms around his waist, while Kimi stayed with his arms around his shoulder blades.

They stood there for a moment. All Kimi wanted to do was comfort Ollie. He was struggling with that, thus far.

Kimi was still sort of new to this stuff. He has only ever really calmed down his younger sister—he doesn’t even know how to comfort his own boyfriend!

He was totally lost. But, when Ollie whispered something about cuddles into Kimi’s ear, he knew exactly what to do from there.

Kimi eased his hold on Ollie and tried to peel him off the best he could. He was greeted with whines and whimpers from Ollie, but he knew he couldn’t pay any mind to it.

He promised that they could cuddle, but they would need to go into the bed. “Please, Amore. I need you to let go.” He begged. After all of the promises and persistence, Ollie finally released his hold on Kimi and moved away from his neck.

Kimi knew that Ollie was craving the affection and comfort. So, even though they only had it take a couple of steps to the bed, Kimi hooked his pinky with Ollie’s as he led him to their shared bed for the weekend.

Kimi led him to the side of the bed, and gave him the water bottle that was stood on the night stand. It was halfway full from the night before.

He strayed away from Ollie, who whined as their skin was no longer brushing against each other’s.

Kimi grabbed out a pair of clothes for Ollie to change into. He knew that Ollie showered before coming here, but he thought he would appreciate a new hoodie to add to his collection of ones he stole from Kimi.

He grabbed a slightly bigger hoodie than normal, knowing that it wouldn’t be as big on Ollie as it would be on him. Still, he liked to see him wearing his clothes and being comfortable.

Kimi laid a pair of shirts and the hoodie on the edge of the bed; originally, he tried to hold the clothes out for Ollie to take, but he was too caught up in chugging his water.

Kimi sighed, before reaching a hand towards Ollie. He had set down the water, and it was now on the night stand once again. Kimi grasped both of his hands around Ollie’s. Holding them tightly.

Ollie stared down. Somehow, Kimi’s hands looked bigger. Maybe it was the lighting or something, but it was kind of cute to see.

Ollie mumbled something about being tired, fortunately Kimi could understand him completely.

He was also exhausted. Sure, the weekend went well for him; but he was still so tired mentally and physically. The entire weekend was draining.

“ ‘m tired” Ollie mumbled, staring down at the ground below. Kimi’s eyes softened as he stared.

“I know, il mio amore. You need to change—do you want help?” He asked, he moved a hand away from Ollie’s, opting to place it in his hair and play with each brown strand individually.

Ollie nodded gratefully, too tired to get changed by himself.

Hurriedly, Kimi began to help Ollie change. Slipping off the random pair of jeans that Ollie had most likely placed at the bottom of his suitcase (the pair of pants were not cute whatsoever. Which means a lot coming from Kimi, as he thought Ollie looked cute in anything he wore.)

He got Ollie situated as quick as possible. He could see the droop in his eyes, and the slight sway and sloppiness in his shallow movements.

Ollie was finally done getting dressed, with the help of Kimi, and fell into the bed. His body fell into the soft comforter and sunk down.

Kimi chuckled to himself, changing into a more comfortable pair of clothes. He folded his an Ollie’s clothes, placing them on the table in the corner of the room.

He finally turned to face the bed, and saw Ollie’s tired eyes watching him. His gaze following every movement Kimi made. His steps calculated as to not make too much noise—though that didn’t matter anymore as Ollie’s attention was fully on him and his own mind.

Kimi walked over to the bed, tucking Ollie in under the sheets. He moved his hair out of his face, brushing his lips in his forehead in a soft, gentle kiss.

Kimi leaned away from Ollie, when he turned to walk away, Ollie let out a noise of disapproval. Kimi had taken just a few steps before turning around once more.

“Kimi?” He sat up on his elbows.

“Where are you going?” His voice was soft, and his eyes were half closed.

Kimi smiled, telling him he was just going around to the other side of the bed. Ollie let out a little ‘yay’ in triumph, and Kimi couldn’t help but enlarge his grin.

‘Cute’ he thought, though he reckoned he could keep that to himself.

He made his way around the bed, sliding under the comforter and sheets to meet Ollie’s taller body. Upon his intrusion of the bed, Kimi was immediately pulled into a tight hug by Ollie.

Kimi let out a tired chuckle, that was immediately interrupted by a not so foreign pair of lips on his.

Ollie kissed him passionately, although his movements were almost heavy and very few with his tired form. He kept their bodies close, though his hands moved from his back to his cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, staring deeply into Kimi’s chestnut eyes. He found himself lost—trapped in the warm, enchanting feeling they brought.

He admired the way the sun shone down on them during the sunset, showcasing the rich colors trapped beneath the brown most found boring.

It wasn’t often that Kimi squirmed under Ollie’s gaze, but he felt skittish with his eyes locked on his. Though he couldn’t escape.

Ollie’s eyes, almost as dark as can be, were full of that same warmth and energy that Kimi’s carried. Though, his felt like a coffee from a cafe on an early fall morning. The foggy mornings filled with the scent of pumpkin spice.

Ollie’s eyes were almost the polar opposite of how he was as a person, though it also wasn’t. The dark gaze brought that sense of safety and understanding that were also hidden in the brighter parts of his chocolate eyes. The brightness it brought to Kimi was unmatched to anybody else’s.

Ollie dove down into Kimi’s chest, wrapping his arms awkwardly around his waist. Kimi placed his hands gently on his back, rubbing circles.

Ollie’s burst of energy seemed to disappear. His breathes were turning lighter, and Kimi moved one of his hands to his hair. Playing with the chocolate curls and strands that matched his closed, tired eyes.

Kimi pushed his lips gentle and rough to Ollie’s figure. Passionate pair of lips reached his head, arms, and neck as Ollie tired scrambled and pushed him away. The kisses caused soft, sleepy chuckles and giggles to erupt from both men.

Kimi kept grazing his lips against Ollie. Although clingy, he kept a slight distance as he turned away from Kimi.

He tried his best to cheer him up after his slightly disastrous race weekend. Kimi wrapped his arms around Ollie from behind, snuggling his head into his neck.

Kimi let himself fall asleep first, spooning Ollie with his head inside the crook of his long neck.

With the slight snores coming from behind Ollie, he let himself forget about the weekend he’s had.

“I love you, Kim” he whispered to himself. Kimi shuffled behind him.

“Ti amo” he mumbled, he face hidden in Ollie’s shoulder blade.

He closed his eyes, smiling as he fell into a deep sleep in his wonderful boyfriend’s arms.

23 March, 2025

Shanghai, China

Kimi’s second weekend in his Formula 1 was just about halfway through. Right as Practice 3 ended, he was immediately thrown into countless media and Mercedes duties; as soon as he found free time, he made his way to the other side of the paddock.

Similarly to last weekend, he found himself gravitating towards the Haas Garage. Seemingly on his way to meet a certain British driver.

At last, he spotted just the man he wanted to see. He was plotted right between the Haas and Vcarb garages, leaning against his American teams’ garage.

Kimi sneakily made his way over to him. Ollie stood up from the garage, though he found himself pushed behind it. He almost let out a help, until he heard a ‘shh’ come from whoever was pushing him from behind.

The accent immediately registered in his mind. Only one person had such a recognizable accent in Ollie’s world.

Kimi.

Ollie let out a sigh internally, no longer as tense as he was. Though, his body was slightly shook as he was pushed harshly on the wall of his garage.

Ollie looked down, meeting Kimi’s soft gaze. He couldn’t resist himself as he leaned down to press their lips together. Kimi had a sudden realization, and suddenly pulled away.

With a slight whine, Ollie stayed pushed up against the wall.

“Kimi” he muttered. Kimi leaned closer to Ollie, his body pressed against his. Kimi wrapped his arms around him, basking in the warmth of his boyfriend as he was nuzzled into his neck. Suddenly, he moved away from his shoulder, up to his ear.

“Good luck in the Sprint Race,” he muttered into his ear. He pulled away, glancing around slightly before placing a soft kiss against the tip of his nose.

Ollie hoped his face only had a slight twinge of pink to it as he stood there, stunned. He finally pushed himself up from the wall and rounded the corner to meet his team.

His only thoughts were his how cute his boyfriend was at times.

☆

“Well, what do we have here?” Greeted a cheerful Esteban Ocon.

Ollie looked up, rolling his eyes. Esteban had just walked into the empty room Ollie found himself in. He had been glancing between his computer and his phone as he sat at the empty meeting table, still thinking about Kimi.

“Good to see you as well, Ocon” he greeted. Esteban walked around the table and behind Ollie, ruffling his hair harshly.

“Don’t be like that, little bear” Ollie cringed just a bit at that. Turning around to look at his teammate.

Esteban’s gaze softened slightly, he met his distracted, chocolatey eyes.

“Are you alright, Ollie?” His tone seemed genuine, but Ollie’s face still flushed. His mind thinking about his moment with Kimi just a few moments ago.

Esteban’s expression was confused for a short while, before turning playful as he gave a knowing look.

“Ahh, this seems like a problem with your lover boy.” He dismissed, leaving Ollie slightly starstruck as he began to leave the room.

“My lover boy—“ he tried to ask, but Esteban had already left him alone in the empty room.

He let out every curse he knew, before looking down at the carpeted floors. The bad thing was, Esteban was actually right about something. (For once)

☆

Kimi left the paddock that afternoon as soon as he could. After the Sprint Race, he was practically jumped by reporters and journalists, all interviewing him about the weekend thus far.

It was boring business, but business he knew he had to do. Media was just another one of his duties, and it’s one of the cons of his dream career.

Through the crowds, he tried to find his boyfriend amidst the abundance of people. After much failure, he messaged him with a promise they could meet back at the hotel.

As he left the circuit, he could only think about his boyfriend. He had been with him a couple hours earlier, but goodness had he wanted to be with him longer than he had been.

As much as he wanted more time, he enjoyed the yearning look as the bright blush was painted over his face.

He hurriedly made his way back to the hotel, and up into their shared room. Pushing the door open as soon as he could. Not surprised to see Ollie already in the bed and underneath the sheets.

Kicking off his shoes, he tiptoed to the other side of the bed—unaware that Ollie was not asleep underneath the giant fluffy comforter.

Kimi tried to fall into the bed quietly, but in less than a second Ollie had turned around to meet him. Their eyes were locked in a gaze that neither of them could break.

Kimi’s eyes were full of shock. He fully believed that Ollie was asleep.

Ollie had faced Kimi fully by now, and the look on his face was practically begging Kimi to climb into bed with him.

Eagerly, Kimi had dove into the bed to meet the embrace of his boyfriend. Both of them too lazy to change out of their clothes they left the circuit in, but all they wanted was to be with each other just a little longer. Both were far too clingy.

☆

Ollie had wanted Kimi all afternoon. Ever since his little stunt behind the garage, and the teasing from his teammate—he desperately wanted to be with his boyfriend.

He jumped into the hotel bed as soon as he got into the room, and began to wait for his boyfriend underneath the covers.

Several moments later, he heard the noise of the doorknob turning and the door opened. Kimi was finallyhere.

Ollie wouldn’t admit that he was clingy, but all he wanted to was be with boyfriend at the moment. He could imagine him in his arms, peacefully asleep.

He heard him nearing the bed, and he turned around to face him—surprising Kimi immediately.

He made a soft noise. He wanted Kimi, and he wanted him now.

He finally got into the bed, and under the covers. Impatiently, Ollie wrapped his arms around Kimi tightly and pulled him close. He earned a soft chuckle, from the man in his arms.

Ollie’s arms were holding onto him tightly underneath the comforter, as Kimi moved his head onto his shoulder from their position lying down.

Ollie had his back against the pale sheets, and had pulled Kimi on top of him. The latter had his body covering Ollie’s, with his head on his shoulder. His breath tickling his ear as he spoke.

“Are you tired?” Asked Kimi, who received a slight nod from Ollie in response.

Ollie let out a noise of protest, getting a soft kiss on the cheek from Kimi. His opinion was instantly changed.

Ollie had his arms around his back still, but he moved one into Kimi’s bundle of curls. Kimi laid soft kisses to Ollie’s exposed neck, as he felt him relax into the cushioned bed.

With a final soft kiss, Kimi had pulled away. He nuzzled into the crook of Ollie’s neck, he finally fell asleep on top of the other. Ollie’s hand still played with each curl, as he just basked in the pure joy he felt while being around his boyfriend.

It took a little while, but Ollie was finally succumbing to the tiredness he felt, and soon enough he could no longer keep his eyes open.

With a final stroke of Kimi’s hair, Ollie had finally fallen asleep. His boyfriend was in his arms, as he had wished for so many times prior.

He drifted into a peaceful sleep, enjoying the closeness and warmth he received in their current situation.

Even after all of this, Ollie would not admit that he was clingy most days.

He simply just enjoyed cuddles.