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one bed
kimi antonelli and oliver bearman are teammates in formula 2, driving for prema racing. they’re best friends, so they say. however to anyone except them, they were definitely more.
they were everything,
kimi wanted it, ollie did too
they couldn’t admit to eachother though. so they both kept their feelings for eachother hidden
they very often flirt with each other and play it off as friendly banter, or just “something friends do”. it became a norm between them, but every time kimi reacted to something the brit had said, it never went unnoticed, ollie noticed everything. every blush, every nervous stutter coming from the italian. he noticed, and sometimes it only motivated him to do it more. accidentally on purpose, of course.
but it was nothing more then friendship, right?
ollie would never admit it to anyone, but he knows the younger boy better then he knows himself. for kimi, it was the exact same.
they’d been through so much with eachother that nothing had ever been awkward between the two.
it was race week at spa, René had booked them a luxury hotel suite to stay in together. however, he had “accidentally” forgot to mention there was only one bed.
kimi was stood against one of the elevator walls, one earbud in, one out only to hear ollie. the younger boys eyes were closed and he was humming along to whatever song was shuffled on his race week playlist, it was only wednesday, not even media day, yet he still hummed to calm himself. he opened one of his eyes to look at the older boy, smiling softly as he saw ollie already looking at him.
“what are you looking at, mate?” kimi asked, over the elevator humming and breaking the comfortable silence. his accent sounding thicker with comfort.
ollie snickered, a sound so comforting to kimi. he leaned closer, invading kimi’s space “do you have a problem with me looking at you? i can’t look at something worth admiring, antonelli?”
“shut up, bearman.” the younger boy tried retaliating, but his voice got softer, more shy, incredibly endearing to ollie
there was a ding that broke the silence, the elevator could apparently sense a sudden tension and wanted to break the moment
“what room number did René say again?” kimi nodded towards the keys in ollie’s hands
“uh, 128?” the brit squinted as he looked at the keys
“right there then” the italian looked up, pointing at the room
as soon as the door opened, they both froze. it was luxurious, definitely costing a lot of money, but the realisation of there only being one bed completely stunned them both. kimi went a noticeable shade of pink which made ollie smirk, he quickly recovered from his initial shock
“i guess we share the bed then, hm?” he joked, his usual cocky smirk widening. he was flirting, kimi knew it all too well, but the idea scared him and excited him all at once, since he only took the flirting as a joke, though ollie was dead serious, and he wished he knew how to make that clearer.
“yeah, yeah. real funny. but seriously, did René make a mistake? i can take the couch? or call reception” the younger boy attempted to make himself sound annoyed at the idea of sharing a bed, but a hint of satisfaction by the idea crept in. it meant he’d be closer to ollie, he could actually be close without seeming creepy.”
the brit took a step closer to the italian, looking down at him, straight into his eyes. “no, no. i’m serious, we’ll share the bed, i’m fine with it. i don’t bite, unless.” he winked playfully “plus.. René paid for it, why waste your money when he’s already brought it?”
kimi nodded, stretching his body after standing too long in the elevator. “who takes what side?” he said over his shoulder while he began to unpack his bag to find an outfit for the next day, and sweatpants and a shirt appropriate for sleep
“who says we need sides? it’s quite cold at night, we could.. “ he smirked sheepishly, his eyes tracing the figure infront of him
he laughed, putting on a mock shocked face “are you telling me that the oliver bearman is too embarrassed to admit he wants to cuddle?” he stripped off his hoodie, replacing it with a loosely fitting black shirt “close your eyes, bearman. i’m not putting on a show for you”
ollie sighed, reluctantly shutting his eyes, but playfully peeking, seeing the italian replace his jeans with sweatpants. he quickly went to do the same thing, eager to get into bed
“you’re slow.” kimi muttered sleepily “your stupidly handsome face might make up for that tho” he sat on the bed, groaning as the plush mattress affectively wrapped him in
“oh you’re bold when you’re tired huh?” ollie sat opposite of kimi, just in low rise sweatpants, not bothering to wear a shirt, smirking at the boy beside him
kimi ran his hand through his hair sleepily “whatever, get in bed i’m freezing.”
“wherever have your manners gone, antonelli?” the brit teased, but slipping into bed anyway. arms finding kimi’s waist and pulling him impossibly close
kimi sighed contently, his head resting against ollie’s chest, enjoying the sudden warmth of the brits arms, smiling sleepily.
ollie’s heart rate picked up, there was no way kimi had such an effect on him. “you’re stupidly cute, kimi.” he placed a soft kiss to the italians temple. “vai a dormire, tesoro.” he attempted, it was very, very broken italian.
“you’re an idiot, ollie, but i like your attempt.. i’ll have to teach you italian properly one day.” he leaned up, placing a soft, hesitant kiss to ollie’s lips, before drifting to sleep, the comfort of ollie’s warmth and the mattress taking him instantly
the brit was stunned, more then stunned, starstruck was maybe better. he was kissed by this boy, the boy who had him in a chokehold for years.
ollie waited for what seemed like an eternity, almost too scared to move incase the boy in his arms would disappear if he did. “you’re so beautiful, andrea. too good to be true.”
and then, like that. he was asleep too. both of them surrounded with a comforting warmth. cuddling against each other.