New SebSon fic
Title: I Think I Missed You
Pairing: SebSon
Rating: PG-13 at the beginning, planning NC-17
Summary: "There are no friends in Formula 1" some says. Though Jenson has his friends in the sport and he doesn't need another one, thank you very much. Mark and Fernando are the people he used to know since he started his F1 career and they already have their little habits. Like they like to drink a cup of coffee - Jenson a cup of tea of course - together, sometimes partying with each other after the races, or tweeting things to the other or about the other. And they have another habit, a new one; something which makes the British feels guilty sometimes.
They like to telling off that little German cheater.
However life is always unpredictable and sometimes we have to learn about ourselves too. Sometimes we have to get to know there are things which we used to know long before all the other things under our noses. The question is what will Jenson do after he finds this thing out?
“So they asked you if you’d like to take my place in next year?”
“Yep”.
The thought of Mark’s retirement was still sad. They’ve known each other for a long time and they were real friends now. However he could understand the Aussie man. There was no target for him in the sport anymore, he reached his limits. It was such a long road what they did together so now there was no secret in front of the other. Jense could tell the man was already tired. He could keep telling the German guy was better than him only for his car or because the team was at his side, but they all knew it was not true. Well not exactly. But it was a good argument which they could hold on to.
The British man held his cup a bit stronger just for a moment before lifted it up to his lips. The hot tea refreshed him in the heat wave as they were sitting in the little coffee bar in their break time. He, Mark and Fernando often spent their free time together and most of the time whatever they were talking about at the end they always got at Seb. Like now. Especially since the German boy was sitting in front of them with his famous friend, Kimi. Jense couldn’t tell what the two men were talking about, he only saw some photos in their hands which must have belonged to Seb, at least Jense read that through from the young driver’s gesticulations.
“And?”
“Hm?”
Jense was a bit confused as he was deeply buried in his thoughts just a moment before.
“Never mind. You don’t have to tell me.”
“What? I said no, of course! Why would I want your place, mate?”
“Don’t know... Still a good team” shrugged the older man and turned his head back to the laughing men at the other table.
“What on Earth? You think I’m interested in your seat?” Jense lowered his voice down as he answered to the unspoken words. “Then you don’t have to be worried since I’m not that fool to being a part of a dirty game like that. Maybe my team is not the best in these days but still one of the fairest one.”
“You’re telling me I’m a fool?”
“Wha...? No, not, of course not! I mean not you, but your team. Why are you so emotional now?”
“Emotional?”
“Yes. Look, I understand your current state but I’m still your friend, I’m at your side, you remember?”
Mark didn’t answer, he was staring at Jense with a cold look on his face and nodded. Jense was not angry with him at all, it was a hard time for the Red Bull driver. Of course he couldn’t really trust in anyone.
“Hey, calm down now kids. It’s not the right time or right place for this. If you wanna fight so much then you should use all your strength against that guy there. Or the other one next to him” Fernando pointed in Seb’s way with his head while clapping on his friends’ shoulders. Jense already forgot about their other friend and from Mark’s look he could tell the Aussie man was thinking about the same thing. It was one of those rare times when Mark cared about him more than Fernando. He always had a feeling that Fernando was the absolutely best friend of Mark and it made him a bit jealous sometimes but he accepted it. It’s normal in friendships, isn’t it? Like with siblings.
“I don’t care about that seat, Mark.”
“It’s ok. It’s ok, if you do. Actually it’s none of my business at all. I’m sorry mate.”
“Stop it already! Do we really want to argue about who the hell will be the next team mate of this arrogant monkey? Among us?”
“Monkey?” The two men were in perfect harmony.
“Whatever” Fernando was waving his hand like if he was waving a fly away. “He eats bananas all the time. But the important thing is we don’t care about Seb or that fucking seat. We are way better than that, aren’t we? At least I don’t wanna be a puppet of that team what they would use for this kid’s wins. I could win without them whether they have the best cars or not.
Jense and Mark nodded coincidently. The all three of them agreed with each other that the car and the luck had a big part in the German man’s victories, there was no doubt about it. He could be talented but talent was sometimes not enough.
In the other hand Jense also realized it himself that their conversations were a bit too much, a bit too bitter lately and sometimes he really hated himself for that. Other times he was satisfied; it helped him getting through the bad season
“Whatever happens, I’m grateful to you two. It was a hard decision, I mean I decided it a while ago, maybe even years ago... So it’s not a big deal, really. But I will miss you.”
“Shut up, Mark, you really are too emotional now” Fernano slapped on the man’s cap with a grin. “You like us, we like you, we even like ourselves, don’t we Jense? Mark? So it’s enough for today, take it easy. Think it’s better leave now before we change to something not too straight.”
“Fuck off, Nando.”
And Nando didn’t say anything to Mark just winked at him while he stood up from the table and after he left some money on it he also left his friends behind.
“Good luck then, Mark. See you later” Jenson shook hands with his friend.
“Yeah, have a good race, mate.”
Mark was already at Fernando’s side as the Spanish man was going to close the door behind when Jense reached Sebastian’s table. He and Kimi were still laughing at something what the German guy was talking about. It seemed like Kimi was also enjoying his time which really surprised Jense. Actually it surprised him all the time.
The British couldn’t stop himself, he was too curious and without any permission he leaned over the young driver’s shoulder and glanced at the photo in Seb’s hand. It was a pic of a little boy, he must has been about five or six years old, while the other boy behind him - an older one, maybe twelve or thirteen years old - was hugging his shoulders. The big smile on their face was familiar to him but before he could think about it he just noticed the deep silence around him. When he looked up from the picture he could see a very confused Seb and an absolutely disinterested Kimi.
“Hey Jense!” welcomed him the German guy. Kimi didn’t say a word just knitted his brows waiting.
“Hey men! What are you doing?”
“Watching some old pictures. I just remembered this memory last time and talked about it to Kimi. Now I thought I’d bring some photos with me.”
Jense followed the young man’s hand with his eyes as he was pointing at the picture in it. There was no doubt, it was really familiar to the British driver. Too familiar.
“Where did you get it?”
“What?” The German seemed confused again.
“I mean the photo. Where ha...”
“Oh, yeah. It was about twenty years ago in France, it has taken in a camp or something like that. There was an event with a go-kart circuit for children, all of them drivers from all over the continent, older and younger ones together. It’s still a nice memory.
“And who is that guy behind you?”
“Him?” Seb asked as he was pointed at the kid. “He’s a friend. I can’t remember his name. Actually we haven’t even met since then. He was older than me, I think he was twelve in that time and he helped me a lot. I didn’t have so much known, didn’t even speak any other language so... I was a bit alone. Actually as I remember of this now it seems a bit weird. I mean to be with someone who you can’t even understand whilst you still understand each other.”
Sebastian was laughing lightly at the memories as he was looking at the photo. Then he just sat there in solemn silence buried in his thoughts. Jense was happy for that moment. He didn’t know how on earth he could hide his feelings from the German guy if he looked at him. The recognition was shocking; all the old memories seemed to be forgotten yet they were deep in his heart all the time waiting for the sign to show themselves up again. And now it was like if the world was upside down and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to look at the boy in the same way anymore. Not with all the nice memories. How should he hate him again when his two real friends are around or when he loses another victory against the guy?
Finally he noticed the weight of someone’s look on himself. When he glanced at Seb the man was watching him, the blue, wide eyes of him were filled with dismay, his face was a bit flushed from the clear recognition. Jenson could tell from the boy’s reactions that the young man realized it as well, and he was as much shocked as Jenson was.
It was over now.
Pairing: SebSon
Rating: PG-13 at the beginning, planning NC-17
Summary: "There are no friends in Formula 1" some says. Though Jenson has his friends in the sport and he doesn't need another one, thank you very much. Mark and Fernando are the people he used to know since he started his F1 career and they already have their little habits. Like they like to drink a cup of coffee - Jenson a cup of tea of course - together, sometimes partying with each other after the races, or tweeting things to the other or about the other. And they have another habit, a new one; something which makes the British feels guilty sometimes.
They like to telling off that little German cheater.
However life is always unpredictable and sometimes we have to learn about ourselves too. Sometimes we have to get to know there are things which we used to know long before all the other things under our noses. The question is what will Jenson do after he finds this thing out?
“So they asked you if you’d like to take my place in next year?”
“Yep”.
The thought of Mark’s retirement was still sad. They’ve known each other for a long time and they were real friends now. However he could understand the Aussie man. There was no target for him in the sport anymore, he reached his limits. It was such a long road what they did together so now there was no secret in front of the other. Jense could tell the man was already tired. He could keep telling the German guy was better than him only for his car or because the team was at his side, but they all knew it was not true. Well not exactly. But it was a good argument which they could hold on to.
The British man held his cup a bit stronger just for a moment before lifted it up to his lips. The hot tea refreshed him in the heat wave as they were sitting in the little coffee bar in their break time. He, Mark and Fernando often spent their free time together and most of the time whatever they were talking about at the end they always got at Seb. Like now. Especially since the German boy was sitting in front of them with his famous friend, Kimi. Jense couldn’t tell what the two men were talking about, he only saw some photos in their hands which must have belonged to Seb, at least Jense read that through from the young driver’s gesticulations.
“And?”
“Hm?”
Jense was a bit confused as he was deeply buried in his thoughts just a moment before.
“Never mind. You don’t have to tell me.”
“What? I said no, of course! Why would I want your place, mate?”
“Don’t know... Still a good team” shrugged the older man and turned his head back to the laughing men at the other table.
“What on Earth? You think I’m interested in your seat?” Jense lowered his voice down as he answered to the unspoken words. “Then you don’t have to be worried since I’m not that fool to being a part of a dirty game like that. Maybe my team is not the best in these days but still one of the fairest one.”
“You’re telling me I’m a fool?”
“Wha...? No, not, of course not! I mean not you, but your team. Why are you so emotional now?”
“Emotional?”
“Yes. Look, I understand your current state but I’m still your friend, I’m at your side, you remember?”
Mark didn’t answer, he was staring at Jense with a cold look on his face and nodded. Jense was not angry with him at all, it was a hard time for the Red Bull driver. Of course he couldn’t really trust in anyone.
“Hey, calm down now kids. It’s not the right time or right place for this. If you wanna fight so much then you should use all your strength against that guy there. Or the other one next to him” Fernando pointed in Seb’s way with his head while clapping on his friends’ shoulders. Jense already forgot about their other friend and from Mark’s look he could tell the Aussie man was thinking about the same thing. It was one of those rare times when Mark cared about him more than Fernando. He always had a feeling that Fernando was the absolutely best friend of Mark and it made him a bit jealous sometimes but he accepted it. It’s normal in friendships, isn’t it? Like with siblings.
“I don’t care about that seat, Mark.”
“It’s ok. It’s ok, if you do. Actually it’s none of my business at all. I’m sorry mate.”
“Stop it already! Do we really want to argue about who the hell will be the next team mate of this arrogant monkey? Among us?”
“Monkey?” The two men were in perfect harmony.
“Whatever” Fernando was waving his hand like if he was waving a fly away. “He eats bananas all the time. But the important thing is we don’t care about Seb or that fucking seat. We are way better than that, aren’t we? At least I don’t wanna be a puppet of that team what they would use for this kid’s wins. I could win without them whether they have the best cars or not.
Jense and Mark nodded coincidently. The all three of them agreed with each other that the car and the luck had a big part in the German man’s victories, there was no doubt about it. He could be talented but talent was sometimes not enough.
In the other hand Jense also realized it himself that their conversations were a bit too much, a bit too bitter lately and sometimes he really hated himself for that. Other times he was satisfied; it helped him getting through the bad season
“Whatever happens, I’m grateful to you two. It was a hard decision, I mean I decided it a while ago, maybe even years ago... So it’s not a big deal, really. But I will miss you.”
“Shut up, Mark, you really are too emotional now” Fernano slapped on the man’s cap with a grin. “You like us, we like you, we even like ourselves, don’t we Jense? Mark? So it’s enough for today, take it easy. Think it’s better leave now before we change to something not too straight.”
“Fuck off, Nando.”
And Nando didn’t say anything to Mark just winked at him while he stood up from the table and after he left some money on it he also left his friends behind.
“Good luck then, Mark. See you later” Jenson shook hands with his friend.
“Yeah, have a good race, mate.”
Mark was already at Fernando’s side as the Spanish man was going to close the door behind when Jense reached Sebastian’s table. He and Kimi were still laughing at something what the German guy was talking about. It seemed like Kimi was also enjoying his time which really surprised Jense. Actually it surprised him all the time.
The British couldn’t stop himself, he was too curious and without any permission he leaned over the young driver’s shoulder and glanced at the photo in Seb’s hand. It was a pic of a little boy, he must has been about five or six years old, while the other boy behind him - an older one, maybe twelve or thirteen years old - was hugging his shoulders. The big smile on their face was familiar to him but before he could think about it he just noticed the deep silence around him. When he looked up from the picture he could see a very confused Seb and an absolutely disinterested Kimi.
“Hey Jense!” welcomed him the German guy. Kimi didn’t say a word just knitted his brows waiting.
“Hey men! What are you doing?”
“Watching some old pictures. I just remembered this memory last time and talked about it to Kimi. Now I thought I’d bring some photos with me.”
Jense followed the young man’s hand with his eyes as he was pointing at the picture in it. There was no doubt, it was really familiar to the British driver. Too familiar.
“Where did you get it?”
“What?” The German seemed confused again.
“I mean the photo. Where ha...”
“Oh, yeah. It was about twenty years ago in France, it has taken in a camp or something like that. There was an event with a go-kart circuit for children, all of them drivers from all over the continent, older and younger ones together. It’s still a nice memory.
“And who is that guy behind you?”
“Him?” Seb asked as he was pointed at the kid. “He’s a friend. I can’t remember his name. Actually we haven’t even met since then. He was older than me, I think he was twelve in that time and he helped me a lot. I didn’t have so much known, didn’t even speak any other language so... I was a bit alone. Actually as I remember of this now it seems a bit weird. I mean to be with someone who you can’t even understand whilst you still understand each other.”
Sebastian was laughing lightly at the memories as he was looking at the photo. Then he just sat there in solemn silence buried in his thoughts. Jense was happy for that moment. He didn’t know how on earth he could hide his feelings from the German guy if he looked at him. The recognition was shocking; all the old memories seemed to be forgotten yet they were deep in his heart all the time waiting for the sign to show themselves up again. And now it was like if the world was upside down and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to look at the boy in the same way anymore. Not with all the nice memories. How should he hate him again when his two real friends are around or when he loses another victory against the guy?
Finally he noticed the weight of someone’s look on himself. When he glanced at Seb the man was watching him, the blue, wide eyes of him were filled with dismay, his face was a bit flushed from the clear recognition. Jenson could tell from the boy’s reactions that the young man realized it as well, and he was as much shocked as Jenson was.
It was over now.