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“Well Kimi didn’t move to live with me yet, sooooo” came from Ollie as he looked over to Kimi, laughing. “No, no. I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t worry I didn’t leave you.” The other replied, in reassurance.
That was ages ago and honestly Ollie thought it would blow over like any other social media gag, because he assumed that the Italian was joking, for obvious reasons, as they had been in a video recording available to the entire world. So, you could imagine the surprise on Oliver’s face as he suddenly found Kimi at his doorstep, looking like a lost kitten in a yard sale. Picture it, the Italian just standing there, towing along way too much stuff, in boxes, bags and a suitcase. Although, considering the grin on his face, he didn’t look that lost anymore, quite the opposite, his facial expression showed a I AM moving in here, meaning he knew exactly why he was here. “Uhm… huh?” was all that the Brit could utter, not that he was opposed to the idea of living with his probably best friend in F1, he was just baffed because said man showed up so unannounced. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure if he even had space to fit all of Kimi’s stuff, it was worth a shot, nonetheless. But that meant one thing now: Helping the Italian move all his stuff into the apartment and help him get settled in. Come to think of it, how did he even get all his things up the stairs by himself in the first place? Not important, but what was right now, was getting the Mercedes driver into the new living environment.
So, there they were, not soon after Kimi was even remotely considered “Settled in”, they were on the couch, laughing their asses off at something stupid one of them said. It felt no different than their time together in F2, well technically it was, Kimi was at Mercedes, he was a race winner, the championship leader, even and Ollie was at Haas, trying his best, so really it couldn’t be any more different from back then. Still, this didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun together and laugh about the little things in live, like each other’s company or a dumb joke. And before they knew it, dinner time came around, which really wasn’t a set time, but much more the point where they decided the were both hungry enough to actually do something about it. “Since you just moved in, let me make you food” Oliver offered, already walking towards his kitchen, Kimi following effortlessly, as he has been around enough to know his way through the apartment. “What are you making?” he questioned, before being ushered back out into the living room. “That’s a surprise, just let me cook” with that and a swift movement of both hands, he had the Italian out of his workspace almost immediately, so he could then begin his process.
In the meantime, Kimi wandered around the living room, trying to clear up some space, which his belongings were currently taking up, because he didn’t want Ollie to get mad if his things were blocking the way, which he would never if it’s such a trivial thing as a suitcase or a couple of extra boxes in home. After just shoving everything into on big pile Kimi plopped down on the couch with a “that’ll do” expression, even if he may o may not have made the special situation worse. Regardless, it was all just a temporary solution, and he was thankful that Ollie was so willing to just accept him moving in out of the blue. I mean it’s not every day that something like that happens, but it was only a matter of time until they went out to buy a bed that’ll get squeezed into the apartment somewhere and more storage, definitely more since the cupboards of the brit were already stuffed with countless nonesense.
“Dinner’s ready!” Ollie called from the kitchen, bringing out some pasta to the rather fancily set table, to which the Mercedes driver chuckled "Let's see how you compare to Italian standards" It wasn't quite fair to do that though, since the Brit didn't expect to be cooking for his favourite Italian tonight, meaning he had no time to prepare something elegant. The taste tester sat and tried some of the food in front of him. "Not perfect Italian meal" Ollie rolled his eyes, he knew what he had made didn't compare to traditional pasta, but he wasn't really annoyed at Kimi, who followed up with "I can teach you". Now that, that sounded more like it. The Brit looked up from his own plate and smiled while nodding, as if to say "count me in". And honestly, Kimi felt warm, not because the temperature in the room was particularly high, but because quality time with Ollie made him feel kribblig and fuzzy inside. And he'd most likely not admit to it, but his face turned a shade redder at the thought of teaching the other how to make a traditional Italian dish.
Later that evening they were back on the couch, watching a show together, because Ollie insisted it was the proper thing to do since Kimi had just moved in today. In all honesty it felt more like a casual sleepover than the Italian really moving in and both of them knew that having Kimi sleep on a makeshift bed that's actually just an air mattress on the floor wasn't a permanent solution. And they couldn't act like energetic kids every day, they were F1 who couldn't watch TV all night. They had to get back into a regular sleep schedule eventually and also their diet couldn't revolve around Ollie's mediocre pasta making skills. Kimi yawned, stretching himself dramatically, leaning on the other. It was a signal for them to go to bed. They exchanged good nights, in a way that didn't feel awkward at all, like they have done this a million times. Ollie went to his room, Kimi on to the mattress in the living room.
The Brit had no idea when, he only knew that he was awakened by his bedroom door being opened. What the hell? Ollie thought to himself, he could make out a silhouette in the dark, someone, most likely a very tired Kimi, dragging his feet, still half asleep. Without a word he approached the bed and just laid down, demanding space. "Hi" the Italian finally spoke, content with his position. "Uhm Hi, Kimi" the other replied, just accepting his fate. Kimi, who was now very much invading Ollie's space and also the area under the blanket, decided it was the Brit's time and just rolled over until their bodies were touching. He had decided it was now cuddle time. "Il mio orso" he mumbled into Ollie's shoulder, who didn't even hear anything he was saying. "What?" He questioned, stroking the others head, who tilted it back slightly, to speak clearly "My Ollie, my bear" he repeated, resting his head back on the shoulder. Being called that made the Brit blush, but luckily for him, Kimi couldn't see it, so he tried to distract himself from his face warming up, by going back to playing with the Italian's hair. His fingers got stuck in the curls, which he took as a sign to leave his hand there. It wasn't long until Kimi was completely still, apart from the soft, slow breathing. Eventually Ollie fell asleep too. Together they slept in each other's arms. Kimi with his bear and Ollie with his Tortellini. (Pet name from my bestie Lilli) The next morning they were still clinging to one another, Kimi was up first, with the sole intent to make breakfast. Once Ollie was finally awake as well, he rubbed his eyes. Had last night been one big dream? But his frown immediately disappeared when he heard the other working in the kitchen. After quickly getting dressed, he looked for the Italian, whom he found rummaging through the cabinets. "Can I help you" the Brit offered, crouching down to see what exactly Kimi was searching for. "No, I'm fine" the other man replied, so he let him do his thing, because once that was done Kimi ahd come up with a delicious breakfast. Ollie was clearly pleased by the out come of the morning. But they had things to do that day. Namely, get a bed for Kimi. But that was the plan for later, now they were just eating and enjoying each other's presence. "Did you mean what you said yesterday?" Ollie questioned, and Kimi looked up from his plate "Hm?" He made a sound, mouth too full to speak. "About me being your 'bear'?" He wanted to know, but when Kimi finally stopped chewing he didn't speak, he just propped himself up on the table and leaned over to kiss Ollie. "Yes", the Italian answered, after pulling away and sitting back down, leaving Ollie completely stunned.
Later that day, when they were at their local furniture shop, they were walking through the building until Kimi stopped, to point at a bed. "How about this one?" He suggested, giving the other a reason to look closer at it. "That's a double bed" the Brit stated to which the other nodded with a smug grin that said That's the whole plan and nodded. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Ollie asked to which Kimi nodded: "We upgrad your bed, problem solved." The guy did have a point, it would take up less space the rest of the house if they just slept in the same bed together, but the thought of having Kimi cuddle him every night still made his face turn red, and this time there was no darkness to hide it, this was broad daylight. And Kimi definitely saw it, since he started giggling. "So?" He said, snapping the Brit out of his thoughts "Yeah" he replied, nodding heavily, to somewhat not make his blush so damn obvious.
So, they brought their new bed home and after a couple of "what the hell are you doing?"s and "why the hell are this instructions this ass?"s they had done it, their own double bed for best friends turned lovers. Kimi jumped on it, testing the quality. From the look on his face, the other man could tell, he was satisfied. Now the only thing left to do was to properly inaugurate the new bed. ;)