For Old Times Sake
Yet another prompt fic from motorskink.
Prompt: Anon would love something (fluff or smut, don't care) as long as it's from the rare Felipe Massa POV. Anon doesn't mind if it's with Rob, Fernando or even Kimi.
Pairing: Felipe Massa/Kimi RäikkönenRating: Blue flag
Summary: Felipe and Kimi have dinner together.
Disclaimer: Never happened, never will.
For Old Times Sake
Glad to finally escape the frantic environment that was is job, Felipe made his way into the hotel. It was Sunday night, and he just wanted a quick dinner before retiring to his hotel room. Before he reached the lifts however, one of them opened and Kimi appeared. Felipe smiled at him, happy to see his former team mate.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Kimi smiled back. “Long day finally over?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you had dinner yet?”
Felipe shook his head, and Kimi nodded towards the hotel dining room.
“Want to join me?”
“For sure.”
They hadn't really spoken since Kimi returned to Formula 1, and Felipe had waited for a chance to catch up with him. He followed Kimi into the dining room, where a waiter showed them to a table in a tucked away corner and handed them menus. Silence settled over their table for two, and when Felipe had decided what to eat he lifted his gaze and glanced at Kimi. Felipe had enjoyed having him as team mate, quickly realising that he had a great sense of humour and was far more extrovert than the image of him being portrayed by the media. And when Felipe had learnt that Kimi would be coming back to Formula One, he was probably more excited than he wanted to admit to himself; or anyone else.
Kimi's voice brought Felipe back to here and now.
“I'm ready to order.”
“Me too.”
Kimi signalled to the waiter, who immediately hurried up to their table.
“I have not said welcome back to Formula One yet," Felipe said once they had been left alone again. “So, welcome back.”
He raised his glass, and Kimi did the same.
“Thank you. It's good to be back.”
“Is good to have you back,” Felipe replied truthfully.
The food arrived, and between bites they kept chatting. To Felipe's relief Kimi was exactly the same as he had been when they were team mates, and they were soon laughing and joking just like they had back then. After dinner Felipe didn't want to go back to his room and spend the rest of the night by himself; he much rather wanted to spend more time with his ex-team mate, but wasn't sure how he could tell Kimi that. Kimi solved the problem for him, however.
"Want to grab a drink? To celebrate the start of the season."
"I don't think we should be seen in the bar," Felipe pointed out, even though he was delighted by Kimi's suggestion.
“There are mini bars.”
“Your room or mine?” Felipe promptly asked.
Kimi laughed. “That sounded so wrong, Massa.”
“Shut up.” Felipe made a face at him. “Or I make you pay for my food.”
“For sure you are the one who should pay for everything since you wanted to wish me welcome back to F1,” Kimi retorted good-naturedly.
Grinning, Felipe shook his head. “In your dreams, Raikkonen.”
In the lift they stood close to each other, Felipe noticing Kimi's aftershave. He smelt nice, Felipe thought, before forcing himself to concentrating on their conversation again.
By some unspoken agreement they ended up in Kimi's room. Felipe went to sit on the bed, while Kimi headed over to the mini bar.
“How about that drink now?”
“A beer please.”
“One beer coming up.”
Kimi sat down next to him, and Felipe took the offered can. Kimi was sitting rather close, he noted, but he didn't think much of it. They sat in comfortable silence, Felipe happy to just sit alongside Kimi, feeling his warmth. He mentally shook his head at himself. There was nothing special about Kimi. Not at all. But yes, there was, a tiny voice protested. Had been since they raced together for the first time...
When he had finished his beer, Felipe put the empty can on the bedside table. His gaze fell on the tattoo on Kimi's right wrist, and he touched it lightly. Kimi's skin was soft and pale, creating a contrast against Felipe's tanned skin.
“I like this, is nice.”
“Thanks. So...” Kimi reached over to put his empty beer can next to Felipes. “How are things at Ferrari?”
Sighing, Felipe withdrew his hand. “Is okay. I wish they would have kept you though.”
A raised eyebrow, and a smile tugging at the corners of Kimi's mouth.
“You do?”
“Was easier with you there,” Felipe muttered. “Now all that matters is him.”
“He is a tough team mate,” Kimi agreed. “Rob helps you though, right?”
“He does. But sometimes...”
“Sometimes what?” Kimi gently prompted when Felipe trailed off.
Felipe shook his head, knowing he had already said too much. “Nothing.”
The look he received told Felipe that Kimi didn't quite believe him. He smiled wryly.
“Is complicated.”
“Sometimes I think everything abut this sport is complicated,” Kimi replied softly.
“Yeah. Too complicated sometimes...”
Kmi turned to face him. “You're a good driver,” he said firmly. “Don't let Alonso get to you, just concentrate on your own work.”
“Is easy for you to say,” Felipe protested. “How you manage that?” he continued. “You are never affected by those things?”
Kimi shrugged. “I have always been able to concentrate only on me and not what is around.”
“I wish I could do that,” Felipe mused. “Would be easier then.”
“You will be up there again,” Kimi assured him.
Felipe was about to ask how he could be so sure. But whatever he was going to say got stuck in his throat when Kimi shifted and looked into Felipe's eyes. Pale blue eyes met brown, making something stir inside Felipe. He didn't even bother trying to put it into words, he just let the feeling wash over him and push everything else away. For a long moment they were both quiet. When Kimi eventually spoke, his voice was soft.
“You're allowed to hit me if you don't like what I'm going to do now."
Before Felipe could ask what he meant, Kimi leant forward and kissed him, a brief touch of lips before he pulled back. Felipe stared at him, unable to speak, until Kimi leant in and connected their lips again. After a few moments Felipe responded, briefly wondering what was going on before deciding to just go along with whatever would happen.
Kimi gently pushed Felipe down onto the bed, hovering above him for a moment. Meeting his gaze, Felipe saw the same wonder that he guessed Kimi must see in his. When he was kissed again Felipe responded willingly, hands pushing through Kimi's hair before coming to rest on his shoulders. Suddenly desperate for more, he let his hands run down Kimi's back and under t-shirt, over soft, warm skin. Kimi pulled back to pull his t-shirt off. Throwing it onto the floor he tugged insistently at Felipe's t-shirt, leaning in to murmur in his ear.
“I think you should take yours off too.”
Shivering at the warm breath coasting over his ear, Felipe sat up slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head. Kimi smiled slightly.
“Hmm, much better.”
Kimi leant in again, pushing Felipe back against the mattress. He ran a hand down Felipe's torso, making Felipe shiver and mimic the movement. Hands were joined by mouths and tongues, licking and nibbling at bare skin. Felipe pressed himself against Kimi, desperate for more, and let his hands venture down to the waistband of Kimi's jeans. He made short work of the button and zip, excitement rushing through him when he saw the slight bulge underneath Kimi's boxers. Reaching out he touched it lightly, and grinned when he heard Kimi's breath hitch.
“Take them off.”
Kimi complied, and once his jeans and boxers had joined the t-shirts on the floor he gave Felipe a meaningful look.
“Well...”
Felipe quickly wriggled out of his own jeans and underwear before joining Kimi, lying on the bed.
"Better?"
"Mmm..." Kimi ran a hand across his torso. "Much better."
Felipe reached for him, crushing their lips together in a demanding kiss as he let his hands wander. He wanted this, quickly, now! Kimi responded, deepening the kiss as he let his hands venture further down. Felipe arched his back and a groan escaped him as Kimi finally let a hand caress his rapidly hardening cock. Felipe followed suit, stroking Kimi's cock lightly and relishing in the low moan he got in reply. As he wrapped his hands fully around Kimi's cock Felipe could feel him shiver, and he smiled proudly inwardly at his ability to arouse his former team mate. Eventually Kimi broke the kiss, and nipped at the skin below Felipe's ear.
“Get on your knees and brace yourself against the headboard.”
Obeying instantly Felipe faced the wall, hands grasping the top of the headboard. Excitement coursed through him, and as Kimi positioned himself behind him Felipe pushed back a little. He couldn't resist rubbing himself against Kimi's erection, smiling into the wall as Kimi moaned softly and grabbed his hips.
“Keep still. I promise you will like this.”
As Kimi stroked his back slowly Felipe leant his head against the wall, giving Kimi access to his neck as well. Fingers lightly traced Felipe's shoulder blades, then his shoulders, arms and hands before Kimi wrapped both arms around his waist, pushing Felipe back against his chest. Felipe shut his eyes as Kimi's hands ran over his stomach, tracing his abs. As those hands ventured downwards Felipe bit his lower lip, mentally willing Kimi to touch him right there. He moaned when fingers finally reached his length, the moan turning into a groan of frustration as Kimi ran the hand across his hips instead. Kimi chuckled, the sound going straight to Felipe's groin.
“Patience...”
Kimi continued to caress him; light, teasing touches that made Felipe shiver and shift restlessly. By now he was hard, and it took every ounce of will power for him to to wrap his own hand around his cock and jerk himself off. Felipe guessed he could have, but he didn't want to spoil whatever it was Kimi was doing.
Eventually stopping at his butt Kimi massaged it, occasionally running his hands down the backside of Felipe's thighs. Felipe screwed his eyes shut in anticipation, until Kimi pulled back. Making a small noise of discontentment Felipe turned his head, and saw Kimi rummaged around for his jeans. Kimi grinned at him, producing a pack of condoms and a tube with lube. Felipe watched, anticipation building inside him, as Kimi ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto himself. The whole time he looked into Felipe's eyes, and Felipe didn't miss the want there.
"Turn around again."
Felipe complied quickly. Kimi pressed up against him, and Felipe once again closed his eyes as hands caressed his back and ventured downwards. Kimi gently parted his buttocks, and Felipe's breath hitched as he felt a finger lightly trace his hole. Hushing soflty, Kimi slowly pushed the fingertip in, just to the first knuckle. Felipe was completely still, breathing heavily and trying to relax. Kimi kissed his shoulder.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmh...”
"Good..."
Kimi pushed the rest of the finger in, just as slowly. Resting his forehead against the cold wall in front of him Felipe let the sensations wash over him, jerking as Kimi hit his sensitive spot. Kimi chuckled and Felipe groaned loudly, pressing himself against the body behind him.
As Kimi kept hitting the spot inside him Felipe finally reached down to stroke himself, desperate for more. Reaching around him with his free arm Kimi wrapped his hand around Felipe's, moving both slowly up and down Felipe's length.
“Touching yourself?” Kimi nibbled at his earlobe, making shivers run down Felipe's spine. “I think deep down you are kinky...”
Still stroking Felipe's hardening cock Kimi slowly added a second finger, gently stretching him further. Felipe muttered something in Portuguese, he wasn't sure what, tipping his head back to rest it against Kimi's shoulder. Kimi set a slow, steady pace with both hands, slowly sending Felipe into a state of utter arousal. He wanted more, craved the hand firmly stroking his cock and the fingers inside him, and he wanted to tell Kimi that but didn't know how.
Pulling his fingers free and letting go of Felipe's cock Kimi grabbed the lube again, preparing himself quickly. Looking on Felipe waited impatiently, and when he felt the tip of his cock against his entrance he breathed deeply, once again leaning his head against the wall in front of him. Kimi ran a hand down his back.
“Just relax.”
Kimi slowly pushed forward, stopping when the head of his cock was inside. Felipe kept completely still, breathing deeply and trying to make some sense of the sensations rushing through him as Kimi slowly pushed into him. He stopped once he was fully inside, giving Felipe time to adjust to him before he started moving slowly. After a few moments Felipe started to meet his thrust, groaning when Kimi grabbed his still erect cock again, moving his hand up and down it in time with his thrusts.
Torn between Kimi's hand stroking him and the cock inside him Felipe rutted between the two, desperately trying to get as much as possible of the sensations coursing through him. He didn't want this to end but he craved release, wanted that delicious feeling of tumbling over the edge. And he knew he wasn't going to last long if Kimi kept this up. He gritted his teeth together as he felt that familiar sensation telling him that he was close. He began fucking himself on Kimi's cock and Kimi responded, thrusting forcefully into him and jerking him off faster. Felipe groaned loudly as he came, pressed into the headboard as Kimi followed with a growl.
Kimi pulled out of him, and Felipe slumped down next to him on the bed. Closing his eyes he let his breathing return to normal, and when he opened his eyes he found Kimi looking at him. Felipe propped himself up on one elbow.
“Will there be any chance of a repeat?”
Kimi smirked at him. “If you want.”
Prompt: Anon would love something (fluff or smut, don't care) as long as it's from the rare Felipe Massa POV. Anon doesn't mind if it's with Rob, Fernando or even Kimi.
Pairing: Felipe Massa/Kimi RäikkönenRating: Blue flag
Summary: Felipe and Kimi have dinner together.
Disclaimer: Never happened, never will.
For Old Times Sake
Glad to finally escape the frantic environment that was is job, Felipe made his way into the hotel. It was Sunday night, and he just wanted a quick dinner before retiring to his hotel room. Before he reached the lifts however, one of them opened and Kimi appeared. Felipe smiled at him, happy to see his former team mate.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Kimi smiled back. “Long day finally over?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you had dinner yet?”
Felipe shook his head, and Kimi nodded towards the hotel dining room.
“Want to join me?”
“For sure.”
They hadn't really spoken since Kimi returned to Formula 1, and Felipe had waited for a chance to catch up with him. He followed Kimi into the dining room, where a waiter showed them to a table in a tucked away corner and handed them menus. Silence settled over their table for two, and when Felipe had decided what to eat he lifted his gaze and glanced at Kimi. Felipe had enjoyed having him as team mate, quickly realising that he had a great sense of humour and was far more extrovert than the image of him being portrayed by the media. And when Felipe had learnt that Kimi would be coming back to Formula One, he was probably more excited than he wanted to admit to himself; or anyone else.
Kimi's voice brought Felipe back to here and now.
“I'm ready to order.”
“Me too.”
Kimi signalled to the waiter, who immediately hurried up to their table.
“I have not said welcome back to Formula One yet," Felipe said once they had been left alone again. “So, welcome back.”
He raised his glass, and Kimi did the same.
“Thank you. It's good to be back.”
“Is good to have you back,” Felipe replied truthfully.
The food arrived, and between bites they kept chatting. To Felipe's relief Kimi was exactly the same as he had been when they were team mates, and they were soon laughing and joking just like they had back then. After dinner Felipe didn't want to go back to his room and spend the rest of the night by himself; he much rather wanted to spend more time with his ex-team mate, but wasn't sure how he could tell Kimi that. Kimi solved the problem for him, however.
"Want to grab a drink? To celebrate the start of the season."
"I don't think we should be seen in the bar," Felipe pointed out, even though he was delighted by Kimi's suggestion.
“There are mini bars.”
“Your room or mine?” Felipe promptly asked.
Kimi laughed. “That sounded so wrong, Massa.”
“Shut up.” Felipe made a face at him. “Or I make you pay for my food.”
“For sure you are the one who should pay for everything since you wanted to wish me welcome back to F1,” Kimi retorted good-naturedly.
Grinning, Felipe shook his head. “In your dreams, Raikkonen.”
In the lift they stood close to each other, Felipe noticing Kimi's aftershave. He smelt nice, Felipe thought, before forcing himself to concentrating on their conversation again.
By some unspoken agreement they ended up in Kimi's room. Felipe went to sit on the bed, while Kimi headed over to the mini bar.
“How about that drink now?”
“A beer please.”
“One beer coming up.”
Kimi sat down next to him, and Felipe took the offered can. Kimi was sitting rather close, he noted, but he didn't think much of it. They sat in comfortable silence, Felipe happy to just sit alongside Kimi, feeling his warmth. He mentally shook his head at himself. There was nothing special about Kimi. Not at all. But yes, there was, a tiny voice protested. Had been since they raced together for the first time...
When he had finished his beer, Felipe put the empty can on the bedside table. His gaze fell on the tattoo on Kimi's right wrist, and he touched it lightly. Kimi's skin was soft and pale, creating a contrast against Felipe's tanned skin.
“I like this, is nice.”
“Thanks. So...” Kimi reached over to put his empty beer can next to Felipes. “How are things at Ferrari?”
Sighing, Felipe withdrew his hand. “Is okay. I wish they would have kept you though.”
A raised eyebrow, and a smile tugging at the corners of Kimi's mouth.
“You do?”
“Was easier with you there,” Felipe muttered. “Now all that matters is him.”
“He is a tough team mate,” Kimi agreed. “Rob helps you though, right?”
“He does. But sometimes...”
“Sometimes what?” Kimi gently prompted when Felipe trailed off.
Felipe shook his head, knowing he had already said too much. “Nothing.”
The look he received told Felipe that Kimi didn't quite believe him. He smiled wryly.
“Is complicated.”
“Sometimes I think everything abut this sport is complicated,” Kimi replied softly.
“Yeah. Too complicated sometimes...”
Kmi turned to face him. “You're a good driver,” he said firmly. “Don't let Alonso get to you, just concentrate on your own work.”
“Is easy for you to say,” Felipe protested. “How you manage that?” he continued. “You are never affected by those things?”
Kimi shrugged. “I have always been able to concentrate only on me and not what is around.”
“I wish I could do that,” Felipe mused. “Would be easier then.”
“You will be up there again,” Kimi assured him.
Felipe was about to ask how he could be so sure. But whatever he was going to say got stuck in his throat when Kimi shifted and looked into Felipe's eyes. Pale blue eyes met brown, making something stir inside Felipe. He didn't even bother trying to put it into words, he just let the feeling wash over him and push everything else away. For a long moment they were both quiet. When Kimi eventually spoke, his voice was soft.
“You're allowed to hit me if you don't like what I'm going to do now."
Before Felipe could ask what he meant, Kimi leant forward and kissed him, a brief touch of lips before he pulled back. Felipe stared at him, unable to speak, until Kimi leant in and connected their lips again. After a few moments Felipe responded, briefly wondering what was going on before deciding to just go along with whatever would happen.
Kimi gently pushed Felipe down onto the bed, hovering above him for a moment. Meeting his gaze, Felipe saw the same wonder that he guessed Kimi must see in his. When he was kissed again Felipe responded willingly, hands pushing through Kimi's hair before coming to rest on his shoulders. Suddenly desperate for more, he let his hands run down Kimi's back and under t-shirt, over soft, warm skin. Kimi pulled back to pull his t-shirt off. Throwing it onto the floor he tugged insistently at Felipe's t-shirt, leaning in to murmur in his ear.
“I think you should take yours off too.”
Shivering at the warm breath coasting over his ear, Felipe sat up slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head. Kimi smiled slightly.
“Hmm, much better.”
Kimi leant in again, pushing Felipe back against the mattress. He ran a hand down Felipe's torso, making Felipe shiver and mimic the movement. Hands were joined by mouths and tongues, licking and nibbling at bare skin. Felipe pressed himself against Kimi, desperate for more, and let his hands venture down to the waistband of Kimi's jeans. He made short work of the button and zip, excitement rushing through him when he saw the slight bulge underneath Kimi's boxers. Reaching out he touched it lightly, and grinned when he heard Kimi's breath hitch.
“Take them off.”
Kimi complied, and once his jeans and boxers had joined the t-shirts on the floor he gave Felipe a meaningful look.
“Well...”
Felipe quickly wriggled out of his own jeans and underwear before joining Kimi, lying on the bed.
"Better?"
"Mmm..." Kimi ran a hand across his torso. "Much better."
Felipe reached for him, crushing their lips together in a demanding kiss as he let his hands wander. He wanted this, quickly, now! Kimi responded, deepening the kiss as he let his hands venture further down. Felipe arched his back and a groan escaped him as Kimi finally let a hand caress his rapidly hardening cock. Felipe followed suit, stroking Kimi's cock lightly and relishing in the low moan he got in reply. As he wrapped his hands fully around Kimi's cock Felipe could feel him shiver, and he smiled proudly inwardly at his ability to arouse his former team mate. Eventually Kimi broke the kiss, and nipped at the skin below Felipe's ear.
“Get on your knees and brace yourself against the headboard.”
Obeying instantly Felipe faced the wall, hands grasping the top of the headboard. Excitement coursed through him, and as Kimi positioned himself behind him Felipe pushed back a little. He couldn't resist rubbing himself against Kimi's erection, smiling into the wall as Kimi moaned softly and grabbed his hips.
“Keep still. I promise you will like this.”
As Kimi stroked his back slowly Felipe leant his head against the wall, giving Kimi access to his neck as well. Fingers lightly traced Felipe's shoulder blades, then his shoulders, arms and hands before Kimi wrapped both arms around his waist, pushing Felipe back against his chest. Felipe shut his eyes as Kimi's hands ran over his stomach, tracing his abs. As those hands ventured downwards Felipe bit his lower lip, mentally willing Kimi to touch him right there. He moaned when fingers finally reached his length, the moan turning into a groan of frustration as Kimi ran the hand across his hips instead. Kimi chuckled, the sound going straight to Felipe's groin.
“Patience...”
Kimi continued to caress him; light, teasing touches that made Felipe shiver and shift restlessly. By now he was hard, and it took every ounce of will power for him to to wrap his own hand around his cock and jerk himself off. Felipe guessed he could have, but he didn't want to spoil whatever it was Kimi was doing.
Eventually stopping at his butt Kimi massaged it, occasionally running his hands down the backside of Felipe's thighs. Felipe screwed his eyes shut in anticipation, until Kimi pulled back. Making a small noise of discontentment Felipe turned his head, and saw Kimi rummaged around for his jeans. Kimi grinned at him, producing a pack of condoms and a tube with lube. Felipe watched, anticipation building inside him, as Kimi ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto himself. The whole time he looked into Felipe's eyes, and Felipe didn't miss the want there.
"Turn around again."
Felipe complied quickly. Kimi pressed up against him, and Felipe once again closed his eyes as hands caressed his back and ventured downwards. Kimi gently parted his buttocks, and Felipe's breath hitched as he felt a finger lightly trace his hole. Hushing soflty, Kimi slowly pushed the fingertip in, just to the first knuckle. Felipe was completely still, breathing heavily and trying to relax. Kimi kissed his shoulder.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmh...”
"Good..."
Kimi pushed the rest of the finger in, just as slowly. Resting his forehead against the cold wall in front of him Felipe let the sensations wash over him, jerking as Kimi hit his sensitive spot. Kimi chuckled and Felipe groaned loudly, pressing himself against the body behind him.
As Kimi kept hitting the spot inside him Felipe finally reached down to stroke himself, desperate for more. Reaching around him with his free arm Kimi wrapped his hand around Felipe's, moving both slowly up and down Felipe's length.
“Touching yourself?” Kimi nibbled at his earlobe, making shivers run down Felipe's spine. “I think deep down you are kinky...”
Still stroking Felipe's hardening cock Kimi slowly added a second finger, gently stretching him further. Felipe muttered something in Portuguese, he wasn't sure what, tipping his head back to rest it against Kimi's shoulder. Kimi set a slow, steady pace with both hands, slowly sending Felipe into a state of utter arousal. He wanted more, craved the hand firmly stroking his cock and the fingers inside him, and he wanted to tell Kimi that but didn't know how.
Pulling his fingers free and letting go of Felipe's cock Kimi grabbed the lube again, preparing himself quickly. Looking on Felipe waited impatiently, and when he felt the tip of his cock against his entrance he breathed deeply, once again leaning his head against the wall in front of him. Kimi ran a hand down his back.
“Just relax.”
Kimi slowly pushed forward, stopping when the head of his cock was inside. Felipe kept completely still, breathing deeply and trying to make some sense of the sensations rushing through him as Kimi slowly pushed into him. He stopped once he was fully inside, giving Felipe time to adjust to him before he started moving slowly. After a few moments Felipe started to meet his thrust, groaning when Kimi grabbed his still erect cock again, moving his hand up and down it in time with his thrusts.
Torn between Kimi's hand stroking him and the cock inside him Felipe rutted between the two, desperately trying to get as much as possible of the sensations coursing through him. He didn't want this to end but he craved release, wanted that delicious feeling of tumbling over the edge. And he knew he wasn't going to last long if Kimi kept this up. He gritted his teeth together as he felt that familiar sensation telling him that he was close. He began fucking himself on Kimi's cock and Kimi responded, thrusting forcefully into him and jerking him off faster. Felipe groaned loudly as he came, pressed into the headboard as Kimi followed with a growl.
Kimi pulled out of him, and Felipe slumped down next to him on the bed. Closing his eyes he let his breathing return to normal, and when he opened his eyes he found Kimi looking at him. Felipe propped himself up on one elbow.
“Will there be any chance of a repeat?”
Kimi smirked at him. “If you want.”