{ficcie}Be my pillow
Title: Be my pillow
Authour: fragola17
Beta: blackember *hugs*
Pairing: Jenson Button/Lewis Hamilton
Rating: Adult (vaguely) Explicit
Disclaimer: Lewis and Jenson belong together, but, as usual, I don’t have any evidence. All made up. No harm intended…
Summary: Set during the Korean GP 2010. Jenson wasn’t regretting what he’d just done, on the contrary, he was rather sure he’d made the right decision, but, nevertheless, in that moment he felt like a bloody idiot.
Jenson wasn’t regretting what he’d just done, on the contrary, he was rather sure he’d made the right decision, but, nevertheless, in that moment he felt like a bloody idiot. The reason? He was wandering along the hotel corridors without any aim, a pillow squeezed under his arm and the certainty he was meant to sleep on the floor, with only the pillow to make his ‘bed’ more comfortable.
Heaving a desolate sigh, Jenson turned right, walking along a new corridor and noticing a small couch with a table and some magazines on it, probably a cozy space when the hotel guests could have a break from their duties, reading their favourite newspaper. Hoping not to be spotted by somebody he knew because he wasn’t ready to explain what he’d just done, the driver collapsed onto the couch and yawned. He had to admit he had been lucky: at least he wasn’t going to sleep on the floor.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Jenson poked at the reddish couch: it was soft and comfortable, although he didn’t like the leather’s smell. Aware that most likely he would struggle to find anything better, Jenson layed down with his upper body half-spread over the pillow and, after curling into a tight ball, pressed his eyes shut.
Just a few moments later he was drifting off to sleep , but suddenly somebody shook him gently, his fingers grasping Jenson’s wrist. In response, without bothering not to be polite, the Brit grunted something that sounded vaguely like, “ What? I was sleeping...” But the intruder didn’t give up, instead he sat beside Jenson and shook him a bit more firmly.
Huffing, “I don’t want to wake up… too tired…” Jenson hid his face against the pillow and stretched his back: the couch might be better than the floor, but his back was already begging to sleep on a soft mattress.
“I see. But why are you sleeping here?” The man’s voice was familiar and Jenson felt a strange heat spreading through his frame, as if the voice was what he’d always wanted to hear.
Finally, the Brit rolled onto his back and opened his eyes: Lewis was staring back at him, his ebony eyes glittering with curiosity and a hit of amusement. Jenson blinked, his gaze cherishing his team mate’s puffy, red lips. Lewis was stunning, stunning and indescribably cute at the same time, although Jenson swore he wasn’t going to share his thoughts with anybody, maybe with his beloved pillow, but not with another human being.
Trying to be reasonable, Jenson swept the sleep from his eyes, rubbing them with his fingers: he’d probably just thought that Lewis was hot and cute because he was on the point of dreaming about someone hot and cute. Lately Lewis and he had become close, they kissed and cuddled often, but not so close to make Jenson find the younger Brit irresistibly attractive.
Jenson knew it wasn’t wise to mix his job with his private life because people became dumb and silly when in love, and he couldn’t risk acting funny while working because of his feelings toward his team mate.
Since Jenson had keep staring at him during his inner monologue, Lewis curved his lips in a teasing smile and poked at his chest. Despite the fact that the young Brit hadn’t uttered a single word since he opened his eyes, Jenson could practically sense his curiosity and decided to explain why he was sleeping on a couch, hopefully he wouldn’t look like a bloody idiot in the younger Brit’s eyes. “I gave my room to two of my mechanics, they needed to sleep and they couldn’t get any rest in a motel with vibrating beds and mirrors on the ceiling.”
Lewis smiled. “That really is kind of you.” Then, he glanced down, two pink spots appearing on his cheeks. “You could sleep in my room if you don’t mind sharing the double-bed…”
A shiver run down Jenson’s spine, his cock suddenly coming back to life . “Of course I don’t mind. On the contrary, it’ll be fun!” Saying that, Jenson sat up, his lips brushing against Lewis’s. “Thank you, Lewis.”
As the Brit stood up, offering him his hand and pulling him to his feet, Jenson smiled widely and sneaked an arm around his waist, pulling him closer and walking by his side along the corridor, Lewis’ hips brushing against him sending shivers along his spine. For a while they proceeded in a comfortable silence, then, after glancing at his watch, Jenson said, “It’s late, what were you doing out of your room at this time of night?”
Lewis shrugged. “Looking for a bottle of water. You know, stupid hotels always fill the mini-fridge with huge amounts of spirits, but they aren’t clever enough to guess that you could be thirsty and want some water.”
Jenson patted sympathetically his shoulder, the track was great, but he had to admit the infrastructure surrounding sucked. “I saw a drink dispenser while I was looking for a place to sleep. ” Then, without waiting for Lewis’ answer, he grasped his hand, interlacing their fingers, and dragged Lewis toward the place he remembered having seen the tap.
Once they arrived, Lewis stopped right in front of the dispenser and turned toward Jenson, looking embarrassed, almost reluctant at the thought of speaking. Jenson himself didn’t want to break the silence, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest, his free hand fluttering to cover the Brit’s lower back. As Lewis unclenched his lips and licked on his bottom one, Jenson leaned closer, his squeeze on the young driver’s hand becoming stronger.
“Jenson … I need my hand back to buy some water.” Lewis blinked, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke, and from his gaze, Jenson understood he didn’t really want to be let go. Or, at least, that was what he wanted to read in Lewis’ eyes.
Pressing him against the dispenser, Jenson plunged on the other driver’s neck, sucking on his throat and stealing from him a whimper, then, without giving Lewis the chance to fully realise what was happening, he climbed up to meet his lips and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
Lewis kissed him back harder, his tongue poking at Jenson’s lips until he parted them, happily offering him the permission to slip inside, Lewis’ tongue immediately exploring and tasting the texture of his mouth. The older Brit moaned into the kiss and pushed his hips against his team mate, their warm bodies colliding, new moans leaving their lips. He barely knew what was happening, he didn’t care. Jenson wanted Lewis, the rest was only a confused shadow in the background.
As they broke apart, Lewis wrapped his arms around Jenson’s neck and whispered, “Now, I really need that bottle of water.” But he didn’t try to shift away, on the contrary, he moved closer, leaning on Jenson’s lips and dotting kisses on his jawbone. In that moment, letting out a groan, Jenson realized how aroused he was, how aroused they both were.
Jenson’s eyelids fluttered shut as Lewis started to nibble softly on his earlobe, their bodies moving closer, a lovely friction spreading between their cocks as they ground against each others hips. Jenson let out a moan, he could feel Lewis’ hard length pressed against his thigh even through the four layers of their trousers and underwear, their movements becoming more uncoordinated as they went on. Begging for a deeper intimacy, Jenson pushed Lewis against the dispenser and kissed him fiercely, his tongue tantalizing its mate.
“Jens …” Lewis tried to speak, but Jenson covered his mouth to muffle the moans and cries, his fingers grasping the younger Brit’s shoulders, fingers crushing the fabric of Lewis’ shirt as he felt his climax approaching. As Lewis let out a guttural groan, Jenson pushed his hips faster, their sweaty skin sliding against their damp underwear.
Finally, Jenson jerked and came, but he kept moving his hips till Lewis followed his lead. For a while Jenson simply kept still, focusing on Lewis’ pants as his younger team mate tried to catch his breath, and noticed he’d never let go of the other driver’s hand.
Stretching his back, Lewis looked up at him and placed a fluttering kiss on his lips. “Hey, I should take that bottle of water now.” And Jenson let him go, wondering if he had ever felt so completely, totally involved in another man before Lewis, and he blushed for the first time in his life.
With the bottle of water safe in his hand, Lewis smiled and whispered, “Should we go to sleep?”
Jenson nodded and took his hand, his thumb gently rubbing Lewis’ wrist. Finally, he was starting to work out what had just happened, but decided to put his memories aside. Instead, he followed Lewis as he found his way to his hotel room.
For a while, Lewis didn’t speak, but as Jenson locked the door of the room, the younger Brit smiled and whispered, “Should we talk about it?”
Jenson nodded, but no sound left his mouth, the words too confused in his mind and unable to fully explain his feelings; they’d just groped each other against a dispenser until they came like two horny teenagers, and Jenson didn’t know to say about the matter. His brain was offering his suggestions, but he wasn’t totally sure that ‘Thank you for the amazing orgasm,’ would have sounded good to Lewis. Instead, calling upon all his courage, he muttered, “It was great.”
This time it was Lewis’ turn to nod.
Ten minutes later, minutes that Jenson spent musing on the latest events, they were both lying in the soft bed, their backs opposite to each other and, judging from their breathes, both of them were still fully awake. Giving a muffled yawn against the pillow, Jenson rolled onto his back, focusing on the ceiling and watching the shadows drawn on it, doing his best to relax.
Without really thinking about it, Jenson whispered, “I forgot my pillow.” Lewis to opened an eye and cast him a curious glance.
Pulling gently on the sleeve of Jenson’s shirt, Lewis dragged him a bit closer and murmured to him, “You can use me as pillow if you want.” Then he allowed Jenson to cuddle against his chest, letting him hide in the crook of his neck.
Once he found the most comfortable position, Jenson closed his eyes and meowed contentedly against Lewis’ skin, “You’re a lovely pillow. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Jens. ” After a couple of minutes, without any warning, Lewis poked at his arm.
Frowning, Jenson poked back at his belly, asking, “What?”
Lewis blushed slightly, staring at the ceiling, and said, “Just checking you’re true and I hadn't dreamt the… well… grinding-each-other-against-a-drink-dispenser-until-coming thing.”
Jenson leaned toward his lips and dropped a kiss on them. “It was definitely real.”
Lewis murmured, “Glad to hear it.” And kissed him back, allowing Jenson to shift on top, doubting both of them were going to get much sleep that night.
Authour: fragola17
Beta: blackember *hugs*
Pairing: Jenson Button/Lewis Hamilton
Rating: Adult (vaguely) Explicit
Disclaimer: Lewis and Jenson belong together, but, as usual, I don’t have any evidence. All made up. No harm intended…
Summary: Set during the Korean GP 2010. Jenson wasn’t regretting what he’d just done, on the contrary, he was rather sure he’d made the right decision, but, nevertheless, in that moment he felt like a bloody idiot.
Jenson wasn’t regretting what he’d just done, on the contrary, he was rather sure he’d made the right decision, but, nevertheless, in that moment he felt like a bloody idiot. The reason? He was wandering along the hotel corridors without any aim, a pillow squeezed under his arm and the certainty he was meant to sleep on the floor, with only the pillow to make his ‘bed’ more comfortable.
Heaving a desolate sigh, Jenson turned right, walking along a new corridor and noticing a small couch with a table and some magazines on it, probably a cozy space when the hotel guests could have a break from their duties, reading their favourite newspaper. Hoping not to be spotted by somebody he knew because he wasn’t ready to explain what he’d just done, the driver collapsed onto the couch and yawned. He had to admit he had been lucky: at least he wasn’t going to sleep on the floor.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Jenson poked at the reddish couch: it was soft and comfortable, although he didn’t like the leather’s smell. Aware that most likely he would struggle to find anything better, Jenson layed down with his upper body half-spread over the pillow and, after curling into a tight ball, pressed his eyes shut.
Just a few moments later he was drifting off to sleep , but suddenly somebody shook him gently, his fingers grasping Jenson’s wrist. In response, without bothering not to be polite, the Brit grunted something that sounded vaguely like, “ What? I was sleeping...” But the intruder didn’t give up, instead he sat beside Jenson and shook him a bit more firmly.
Huffing, “I don’t want to wake up… too tired…” Jenson hid his face against the pillow and stretched his back: the couch might be better than the floor, but his back was already begging to sleep on a soft mattress.
“I see. But why are you sleeping here?” The man’s voice was familiar and Jenson felt a strange heat spreading through his frame, as if the voice was what he’d always wanted to hear.
Finally, the Brit rolled onto his back and opened his eyes: Lewis was staring back at him, his ebony eyes glittering with curiosity and a hit of amusement. Jenson blinked, his gaze cherishing his team mate’s puffy, red lips. Lewis was stunning, stunning and indescribably cute at the same time, although Jenson swore he wasn’t going to share his thoughts with anybody, maybe with his beloved pillow, but not with another human being.
Trying to be reasonable, Jenson swept the sleep from his eyes, rubbing them with his fingers: he’d probably just thought that Lewis was hot and cute because he was on the point of dreaming about someone hot and cute. Lately Lewis and he had become close, they kissed and cuddled often, but not so close to make Jenson find the younger Brit irresistibly attractive.
Jenson knew it wasn’t wise to mix his job with his private life because people became dumb and silly when in love, and he couldn’t risk acting funny while working because of his feelings toward his team mate.
Since Jenson had keep staring at him during his inner monologue, Lewis curved his lips in a teasing smile and poked at his chest. Despite the fact that the young Brit hadn’t uttered a single word since he opened his eyes, Jenson could practically sense his curiosity and decided to explain why he was sleeping on a couch, hopefully he wouldn’t look like a bloody idiot in the younger Brit’s eyes. “I gave my room to two of my mechanics, they needed to sleep and they couldn’t get any rest in a motel with vibrating beds and mirrors on the ceiling.”
Lewis smiled. “That really is kind of you.” Then, he glanced down, two pink spots appearing on his cheeks. “You could sleep in my room if you don’t mind sharing the double-bed…”
A shiver run down Jenson’s spine, his cock suddenly coming back to life . “Of course I don’t mind. On the contrary, it’ll be fun!” Saying that, Jenson sat up, his lips brushing against Lewis’s. “Thank you, Lewis.”
As the Brit stood up, offering him his hand and pulling him to his feet, Jenson smiled widely and sneaked an arm around his waist, pulling him closer and walking by his side along the corridor, Lewis’ hips brushing against him sending shivers along his spine. For a while they proceeded in a comfortable silence, then, after glancing at his watch, Jenson said, “It’s late, what were you doing out of your room at this time of night?”
Lewis shrugged. “Looking for a bottle of water. You know, stupid hotels always fill the mini-fridge with huge amounts of spirits, but they aren’t clever enough to guess that you could be thirsty and want some water.”
Jenson patted sympathetically his shoulder, the track was great, but he had to admit the infrastructure surrounding sucked. “I saw a drink dispenser while I was looking for a place to sleep. ” Then, without waiting for Lewis’ answer, he grasped his hand, interlacing their fingers, and dragged Lewis toward the place he remembered having seen the tap.
Once they arrived, Lewis stopped right in front of the dispenser and turned toward Jenson, looking embarrassed, almost reluctant at the thought of speaking. Jenson himself didn’t want to break the silence, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest, his free hand fluttering to cover the Brit’s lower back. As Lewis unclenched his lips and licked on his bottom one, Jenson leaned closer, his squeeze on the young driver’s hand becoming stronger.
“Jenson … I need my hand back to buy some water.” Lewis blinked, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke, and from his gaze, Jenson understood he didn’t really want to be let go. Or, at least, that was what he wanted to read in Lewis’ eyes.
Pressing him against the dispenser, Jenson plunged on the other driver’s neck, sucking on his throat and stealing from him a whimper, then, without giving Lewis the chance to fully realise what was happening, he climbed up to meet his lips and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
Lewis kissed him back harder, his tongue poking at Jenson’s lips until he parted them, happily offering him the permission to slip inside, Lewis’ tongue immediately exploring and tasting the texture of his mouth. The older Brit moaned into the kiss and pushed his hips against his team mate, their warm bodies colliding, new moans leaving their lips. He barely knew what was happening, he didn’t care. Jenson wanted Lewis, the rest was only a confused shadow in the background.
As they broke apart, Lewis wrapped his arms around Jenson’s neck and whispered, “Now, I really need that bottle of water.” But he didn’t try to shift away, on the contrary, he moved closer, leaning on Jenson’s lips and dotting kisses on his jawbone. In that moment, letting out a groan, Jenson realized how aroused he was, how aroused they both were.
Jenson’s eyelids fluttered shut as Lewis started to nibble softly on his earlobe, their bodies moving closer, a lovely friction spreading between their cocks as they ground against each others hips. Jenson let out a moan, he could feel Lewis’ hard length pressed against his thigh even through the four layers of their trousers and underwear, their movements becoming more uncoordinated as they went on. Begging for a deeper intimacy, Jenson pushed Lewis against the dispenser and kissed him fiercely, his tongue tantalizing its mate.
“Jens …” Lewis tried to speak, but Jenson covered his mouth to muffle the moans and cries, his fingers grasping the younger Brit’s shoulders, fingers crushing the fabric of Lewis’ shirt as he felt his climax approaching. As Lewis let out a guttural groan, Jenson pushed his hips faster, their sweaty skin sliding against their damp underwear.
Finally, Jenson jerked and came, but he kept moving his hips till Lewis followed his lead. For a while Jenson simply kept still, focusing on Lewis’ pants as his younger team mate tried to catch his breath, and noticed he’d never let go of the other driver’s hand.
Stretching his back, Lewis looked up at him and placed a fluttering kiss on his lips. “Hey, I should take that bottle of water now.” And Jenson let him go, wondering if he had ever felt so completely, totally involved in another man before Lewis, and he blushed for the first time in his life.
With the bottle of water safe in his hand, Lewis smiled and whispered, “Should we go to sleep?”
Jenson nodded and took his hand, his thumb gently rubbing Lewis’ wrist. Finally, he was starting to work out what had just happened, but decided to put his memories aside. Instead, he followed Lewis as he found his way to his hotel room.
For a while, Lewis didn’t speak, but as Jenson locked the door of the room, the younger Brit smiled and whispered, “Should we talk about it?”
Jenson nodded, but no sound left his mouth, the words too confused in his mind and unable to fully explain his feelings; they’d just groped each other against a dispenser until they came like two horny teenagers, and Jenson didn’t know to say about the matter. His brain was offering his suggestions, but he wasn’t totally sure that ‘Thank you for the amazing orgasm,’ would have sounded good to Lewis. Instead, calling upon all his courage, he muttered, “It was great.”
This time it was Lewis’ turn to nod.
Ten minutes later, minutes that Jenson spent musing on the latest events, they were both lying in the soft bed, their backs opposite to each other and, judging from their breathes, both of them were still fully awake. Giving a muffled yawn against the pillow, Jenson rolled onto his back, focusing on the ceiling and watching the shadows drawn on it, doing his best to relax.
Without really thinking about it, Jenson whispered, “I forgot my pillow.” Lewis to opened an eye and cast him a curious glance.
Pulling gently on the sleeve of Jenson’s shirt, Lewis dragged him a bit closer and murmured to him, “You can use me as pillow if you want.” Then he allowed Jenson to cuddle against his chest, letting him hide in the crook of his neck.
Once he found the most comfortable position, Jenson closed his eyes and meowed contentedly against Lewis’ skin, “You’re a lovely pillow. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Jens. ” After a couple of minutes, without any warning, Lewis poked at his arm.
Frowning, Jenson poked back at his belly, asking, “What?”
Lewis blushed slightly, staring at the ceiling, and said, “Just checking you’re true and I hadn't dreamt the… well… grinding-each-other-against-a-drink-dispenser-until-coming thing.”
Jenson leaned toward his lips and dropped a kiss on them. “It was definitely real.”
Lewis murmured, “Glad to hear it.” And kissed him back, allowing Jenson to shift on top, doubting both of them were going to get much sleep that night.