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F1 RPS
lewis hamilton/kimi Raikkonen/fernando alonso
PG13
no offence intended and no money being made. No suggestion that this is anything but fiction.
"This is a joke, yeah? You're taking the piss."
Lewis Hamilton tried to infuse his voice with confidence as he looked at the six drivers surrounding him. Rubens and DC - veterans. Kimi and Fernando - the title contenders. Ralf and Jenson - he wasn't quite sure why they were there, but this wasn't the moment to ask.
Rubens, who appeared to be leading the group on rules of seniority, shook his head.
"It is true."
Lewis looked at the others, hoping that one of them would support him.
"But... this is ridiculous. This is crazy, right?"
Jenson gave a shrug and a half-smile.
"This is Formula 1, mate."
"But I'm not the only debutant! Why pick on me?"
"You finished highest in the grand prix. Rules are rules." Rubens sounded serious, and the others were all nodding.
"Oh shit." It wasn't a particularly clever answer, but it was all that Lewis could think of right now. It didn't look like he had a choice. "Fine. Okay. Now just go away and let me get on with it."
He saw at once that it wasn't going to be quite that easy. There was a sort of pitying look in the eyes of Ralf and Jenson, whilst DC looked amused and Kimi and Fernando... Lewis didn't want to analyse the expression on their faces. Kimi explained politely, his voice as calm as if he were explaining the traffic laws to a policeman.
"You finished on the podium. So did we." He indicated Fernando and himself. "Thus we stay. We watch."
Lewis was backing off.
"No. Uh-uh. Not going there. Seriously, I'm not."
"Did you think you had a choice?" asked Fernando, speaking for the first time, a glint in his eyes.
"You can't... You can't make me," said Lewis desperately, eyes wild.
"Unless you would like us all to help you?" suggested Fernando.
He was out-numbered. And he was the new boy. And he was going to have to do it. They saw surrender in his face, and Rubens, DC, Jenson and Ralf melted away like ice to water, leaving the three of them together. Still smiling, Fernando held out the dress, blue and tight-fitting. Just suitable for a debutante at her first ball. Totally not for a motor-racing driver.
"Oh God," he said miserably; and then noticed that Kimi too was holding out something. Stockings, suspenders, lacy knickers.
"Come," said Kimi quietly. "It is time."
The two men watched as Lewis undressed, eyes appraising him. Lewis kept his own eyes lowered; he didn't want to catch ANYONE'S eye just now.
"First these," instructed Kimi.
The stockings were black and sheer, and felt unnervingly sensual on his legs. The suspenders, however, Lewis couldn't help but think had been invented as a kind of torture. Surely women didn't really choose to wear them? The knickers were tight-fitting, and looking down Lewis thought that it was all too obvious that he was a man. Finally the dress.
"Lift your arms, and I will put it over you," said Fernando.
Obediently, Lewis did as he was told, and felt Fernando pressing the folds of the dress down around him, his hands lingering more than Lewis felt was strictly necessary. He thought - but surely he was wrong? - that he heard a sigh of appreciation from the watching Kimi.
"Will I do?" he asked irritably.
"Yes. Oh yes," said the other drivers simultaneously; and as they advanced towards Lewis, he had the terrible feeling that they hadn't finished with him yet...
lewis hamilton/kimi Raikkonen/fernando alonso
PG13
no offence intended and no money being made. No suggestion that this is anything but fiction.
"This is a joke, yeah? You're taking the piss."
Lewis Hamilton tried to infuse his voice with confidence as he looked at the six drivers surrounding him. Rubens and DC - veterans. Kimi and Fernando - the title contenders. Ralf and Jenson - he wasn't quite sure why they were there, but this wasn't the moment to ask.
Rubens, who appeared to be leading the group on rules of seniority, shook his head.
"It is true."
Lewis looked at the others, hoping that one of them would support him.
"But... this is ridiculous. This is crazy, right?"
Jenson gave a shrug and a half-smile.
"This is Formula 1, mate."
"But I'm not the only debutant! Why pick on me?"
"You finished highest in the grand prix. Rules are rules." Rubens sounded serious, and the others were all nodding.
"Oh shit." It wasn't a particularly clever answer, but it was all that Lewis could think of right now. It didn't look like he had a choice. "Fine. Okay. Now just go away and let me get on with it."
He saw at once that it wasn't going to be quite that easy. There was a sort of pitying look in the eyes of Ralf and Jenson, whilst DC looked amused and Kimi and Fernando... Lewis didn't want to analyse the expression on their faces. Kimi explained politely, his voice as calm as if he were explaining the traffic laws to a policeman.
"You finished on the podium. So did we." He indicated Fernando and himself. "Thus we stay. We watch."
Lewis was backing off.
"No. Uh-uh. Not going there. Seriously, I'm not."
"Did you think you had a choice?" asked Fernando, speaking for the first time, a glint in his eyes.
"You can't... You can't make me," said Lewis desperately, eyes wild.
"Unless you would like us all to help you?" suggested Fernando.
He was out-numbered. And he was the new boy. And he was going to have to do it. They saw surrender in his face, and Rubens, DC, Jenson and Ralf melted away like ice to water, leaving the three of them together. Still smiling, Fernando held out the dress, blue and tight-fitting. Just suitable for a debutante at her first ball. Totally not for a motor-racing driver.
"Oh God," he said miserably; and then noticed that Kimi too was holding out something. Stockings, suspenders, lacy knickers.
"Come," said Kimi quietly. "It is time."
The two men watched as Lewis undressed, eyes appraising him. Lewis kept his own eyes lowered; he didn't want to catch ANYONE'S eye just now.
"First these," instructed Kimi.
The stockings were black and sheer, and felt unnervingly sensual on his legs. The suspenders, however, Lewis couldn't help but think had been invented as a kind of torture. Surely women didn't really choose to wear them? The knickers were tight-fitting, and looking down Lewis thought that it was all too obvious that he was a man. Finally the dress.
"Lift your arms, and I will put it over you," said Fernando.
Obediently, Lewis did as he was told, and felt Fernando pressing the folds of the dress down around him, his hands lingering more than Lewis felt was strictly necessary. He thought - but surely he was wrong? - that he heard a sigh of appreciation from the watching Kimi.
"Will I do?" he asked irritably.
"Yes. Oh yes," said the other drivers simultaneously; and as they advanced towards Lewis, he had the terrible feeling that they hadn't finished with him yet...