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It really isn’t Kimi’s place. It’s nobody’s place to have these protective feelings surging through their body, when George Russell is just trying to enjoy a meal with his partner, and not bothering anybody. Him and Max are sitting outside the Red Bull hospitality, sharing food in take away containers, and cold drinks.
”Does someone have a little crush?”
Kimi startles at the voice. Turning his head he finds Franco Colapinto, who perches himself next to Kimi, his smile sunny.
Franco is a very pretty omega, Kimi’s eyes lingering on his silky-looking clean hair, and full mouth. The sunshine is bringing out the different shades of his eyes. The omega gives him a flash of silver, quietly accepting the observation.
”No, nothing like that.” He is telling the truth. He doesn’t have a silly crush on his older teammate. It’s just a need, a stupid itch. A want to protect the omega in his circle.
It’s crazy, because that’s his mature, 28 year old teammate, who is in a long-time, committed relationship with his alpha partner. Max can be intense, and on track they go wheel to wheel, but he treasures George, and they are both determined and gentle, when it comes to their relationship.
George stands his ground, and had taken Kimi under his wing during last year. He doesn’t need a baby alpha to fight his battles for him. They are still close, spending time together in hotel rooms, George inviting Kimi and his cool menthol scent to his nest, and letting him pick them a movie to watch.
It hadn’t been like that, when he was still an unpresented pup, but the alpha status had come with the overwhelming emotions Kimi hadn’t been prepared for, and he is still adjusting, one of the team doctors having reassured him that everything would go alright. He is being strict with his work-out routine and healthy diet, and using journaling to work with his thoughts.
”Max really cares for him.”
”I know. I’m not trying… Anything.”
”I know. You are just being a protective alpha. It’s pretty cute.”
”You do’t find it… I don’t know, creepy?”
”I think you have a good heart, and you value your friendship with George, but I could give you another omega to focus on?”
”Are you asking me out, Colapinto? The idea is something he hasn’t considered before, but not unpleasant.
”No, I’m waiting for you to ask me on a date”, Franco grins, confident.
”Drinks after the race on Sunday? My treat.”
”Sure. Looking forward to it. Dress pretty.” Franco gives a squeeze to his forearm, and hops down, leaving the rich, comforting scent of apple pie behind. Kimi looks after him curiously.
Maybe he could ask George advice with his date, and the clothing thing.