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Malaysia had been a mess, so they'd all gathered together to recuperate, and to drink heavily. Everyone had found some place on the various couches, rugs and chairs strewn about, and empty bottles of alcohol stood on the table in the middle.
It starts, as these things usually do, with a drunken comment from Jenson. They've all been drinking, and Seb's head is in Jenson's lap, large hands finding their home in blond curls as they all sit around in one of their motorhomes. Jenson's shoulder is occupied by a half-asleep Nico. "I can't believe you and Nico have never slept together." He said, glancing between the two German blonds.
"How would they sleep together?" Mark asked, his voice rough, Fernando sprawled across his chest. Lewis and Kimi remained suspiciously quiet, exchanging looks with each other.
"Well, Mark, when two men get really horny-" Fernando started, until Mark tugged on his hair, shutting him up. Nico was broken out of his sleepy reverie, laughing, as he slid off the couch he'd been sitting on, sprawling himself on the floor (and Lewis).
Lewis immediately ran his hands over Nico's body, trying to find his way under Nico's clothes.
Kimi - who was only really here at Seb's request - huffed from his corner, which managed to tempt Seb into climbing off Jenson's lap, choosing to instead kneel beside the chair Kimi was sitting in, his head on Kimi's thighs. "I think if Nico and I tried really, really hard, we could totally sleep together." Seb insisted, and Kimi chose that moment to start petting his hair.
"I am not sleeping with you." Nico huffed, rolling his eyes, nuzzling into Lewis' neck. Jenson, feeling left out, decided to join the Nico/Lewis pile, abandoning his couch to lay on top of them, since Fernando and Mark looked like they had eyes only for each other.
"JB! What the hell?!" Lewis protested as he received a lapful of his teammate, and Nico laughed, accepting Jenson into their little pile.
"We could sleep together." Seb said, unwilling to drop the subject, since he didn't like the implication that he wasn't 'good enough' for Nico to sleep with. I mean, Nico had been making 'fuck-me' eyes to Lewis for years now, and Seb at least had more championships than him! And more championships than Jenson.
"Let it go, Seb. Britney doesn't want you." Mark said, rolling his eyes, Fernando still sprawled across his chest.
Seb rose to wobbly feet, abandoning Kimi's lovely hands in his hair so that he could lay dramatically on top of Nico (he never said he wasn't more of a clingy, insistent bastard when tipsy). "C'mon! What does Jenson have that I don't have!" He protested, while Jenson laughed, since it was his comment that kicked off the whole thing.
"Sebastian. If we slept together, who'd be on top?" Nico asked, painfully slowly, like he was talking to a child and not a two-time world champion. Seb visibly paused, looking confused, and buried his head in Nico's neck, half-covering Jenson in the process, since he was tucked between Nico and Lewis. "Doesn't matter, we could take turns, or I saw this thing, which has a dildo at both ends, or we could just..." He trailed off, grinding his hips against Nico's hips in a slightly disoriented motion. Nico sighed, tugging on Seb's short, blond locks, forcing him to pull away from his neck and actually meet Nico's gaze. "Not right now, behave yourself."
Kimi sighed, standing up, and scooped Seb into his arms, plopping him on his lap. Seb looked annoyed at being pulled away from Nico, but buried himself in Kimi as consolation.
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Seb doesn't bring it up again, but he remembers their conversation on that drunken night - the first of many nights like that, he's sure. It was a shit quali and it was going to be a shit race and-
"Seb. You remember that thing you were talking about? A while back? I want to kiss you." Nico said, frowning, as he barged into Seb's driver's room, barely sparing a look at Mark (who was laying on one of the couches while Seb changed). "Hi Mark. I want to kiss you, Sebastian." He insisted, his hands landing on Seb's shoulders, and Mark made a vague sound of acknowledgement that sounded like 'Hi Britney'.
Seb paused, staring at Nico, and slowly tiled his head.
He knew what this was about - Michael was great to him, but he probably wasn't the best teammate to Nico. Seb would consider it a win, to be preferred over Michael, so he nodded. "Okay." He said, and Mark sat up, excusing himself from the room. He didn't need to see whatever Nico and Sebastian were going to do - he could just bother Fernando or Jenson or something. Nico's hands found their way on Seb's cheeks, pulling him close and-
Wow. Okay.
Nico was a great kisser. Like, a really great kisser. His tongue found its way into Seb's mouth, the force of the kiss pressing them against a wall in his driver's room. He didn't care, his thoughts entirely swallowed up by the tongue sweeping in his mouth. When they broke apart, panting, Seb relaxed against the wall, huffing, looking up at Nico. "If Michael pissing you off leads to this, then I hope he never stops pissing you off." He said, laughing, his head tipping back against the wall.
He knew he would have Nico in the end. And if the pleased look on Nico's face was anything to go by, then they weren't leaving this room anytime soon.