i'm finally where you've been waiting
title: i'm finally where you've been waiting
pairing: Jaime Alguersuari/Sebastian Vettel
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: never happened.
word count: ~1200
summary: In which Jaime makes a promise and follows through, and Sebastian is more than slightly obvious.
notes: title from Zolof The Rock & Roll Destroyer - The Hot Situation. originally written for a prompt over at f1slash_kink of 'Vettel / Alguersuari up against a wall. Bonus points of Jaime takes the lead.' love for pretty_panther and someone who kept bugging me to write one of their prompts.
Set at Singapore and Japan 2009.
It starts in Singapore, without Sebastian really even noticing.
It’s after qualifying, and Seb’s feeling kind of jittery - partially down to the adrenaline of qualifying and the frustration of the red flag, partially down to the madness of Singapore at night. So when someone taps on his shoulder, he jumps out of his skin.
Jaime smiles at him apologetically. ‘I was wondering. I was wondering if you wanted to get some food. If you were finished with everything.’
‘Oh. Sure.’ It’s not the first time they’ve hung out; they knew each other in passing before Jaime joined Toro Rosso, and since then, Seb’s made a point to spend some time with Jaime when he can. Or at least, that’s the reason for the first time, and probably the second.
After the third time though? That’s all Jaime.
It’s not pity. Jaime just doesn’t need someone else saying he’s too young. And if it turns out that the Spaniard is actually really funny and definitely kind of good looking, well, that’s for Seb to know. And it’s not like he’s intending for it to go any further.
But then again, Seb’s learning what he intends, and what actually happens, are two very different things.
‘If you get pole in Japan,’ Jaime says in between mouthfuls of noodles. ‘I’ll give you a reward.’
Seb laughs a little at first, and then falters at the expression on Jaime’s face, strangely intense and serious. ‘Oh,’ he says eventually, feeling young and stupid and very much out of his depth. ‘Okay.’
Seb feels strange and lightheaded, as if he’s missed something major. But Jaime grins, and the moment passes.
-
‘What do you think of Alguersuari then?’ Mark asks suddenly.
Seb tries his hardest not to give himself away by blushing too much, but he has a sinking feeling that Mark can see right through him. ‘Um,’ he starts. ‘He’s a nice kid, you know?’
Mark stares at him for a long, long while. ‘A nice kid,’ he echoes, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Fuck, like you’re not much more than a kid.’
‘A kid who can beat you,’ Seb shoots back, and Mark laughs. At times, it’s hard to know when joking about the championship is too much, but they’re getting better at knowing where the line is. Seb knows Mark is disappointed about Singapore and being out of the running, but he’s been fairly easy going about it.
‘Stop changing the subject.’
-
When it’s to the point where Kimi says something though, that’s when Seb knows he’s definitely too obvious.
-
Seb's already feeling light headed from the combination of thrill of the race and the champagne, so when Jaime sticks his head around the door, he can't stop himself from turning red.
Mark doesn’t even bother hiding his smirk, and even the mechanics are raising their eyebrows. Seb tries to glare, but he wants to grin at Jaime more so that wins out.
‘Are you okay?’ Seb asks, once he’s in the corridor with Jaime, and the door is firmly shut behind them. He gestures at Jaime to lead the way.
Jaime blinks, and then grins sheepishly. ‘The advertising board is a lot worse off.’
‘Good,’ Seb says. He looks at the floor. ‘I was worried.’
‘Don’t lie,’ Jaime says, laughing. ‘You were all about that win.’
‘Well. Yeah. But, I was worried a bit.’
Jaime’s smile is wide and infectious, and Seb can’t help grinning back, even if he’s half aware he’s probably looking more than a bit silly.
They’re still in the corridor - Seb’s not really been paying attention to where exactly - and it’s deserted when Jaime backs Seb up against the wall.
Seb’s about to open his mouth to say something - a question, a protest, an encouragement; he’s not sure what exactly - but he doesn’t have a chance to get a word out before Jaime is kissing him.
'I promised you a reward, didn't I?' Jaime says with a grin and a roll of his hips.
Seb can't seem to think clearly enough to come up with a response that makes even the smallest amount of sense, so he just gasps, and tries not to moan too loudly as Jaime bites at the soft skin of his neck. Jaime just laughs, and kisses him again to muffle the sounds.
Jaime’s fingers creep inside his shirt, tracing patterns on his back before slipping under the waistband of his jeans. His hands are cold, and Seb tries to squirm away, but Jaime uses his weight to pin Seb against the wall, keeping him still. ‘Don’t you want the rest of your reward?’ he whispers into Seb’s ear.
‘There’s more?’ Seb manages to get out, and Jaime’s smirk is pure evil.
‘Plenty more.’
‘Oh god,’ Seb says, inanely. He feels Jaime fumbling at his fly and then pulling his jeans down. ‘Oh god,’ he repeats, groaning.
Jaime slides down to his knees, and nuzzles at the very obvious bulge in Seb’s boxers. Seb whimpers and bucks his hips, only for Jaime to put a hand on his hip to stop him. ‘Patience.’
‘I’m gonna kill you,’ Seb says, his voice desperate and cracking.
Jaime laughs as he tugs Seb’s boxers down. ‘Sure you are,’ he says, and then takes Seb’s cock into his mouth.
Seb groans, and tries to buck his hips again, but Jaime pulls off and looks at him reproachfully. ‘Sorry,’ Seb gasps, and Jaime smiles and swallows Seb’s cock down again.
It’s almost embarrassing that he’s so close to coming already, but at the same time, Jaime’s mouth is warm and wet and just so good that he can’t bring himself to care. He rests one hand tentatively on Jaime’s head, petting his hair.
Jaime does something with his tongue - Seb’s not entirely sure what - that brings him desperately close to the edge. He whimpers, and tries to warn Jaime, but he can barely get out ‘Oh, god, Jaime,’ before he’s coming into Jaime’s mouth.
His brain goes offline for a moment, and he slumps against the wall, his limbs suddenly feeling heavy and boneless. Jaime grabs him before he actually falls over, and they slide to the floor in a heap.
'Nngrh,' Seb says eventually, and Jaime giggles a little into his neck.
'You okay there?' Jaime asks, and Seb doesn't have to see his face to know he's smirking.
Seb’s not sure his brain can actually form words yet, so he just headbutts Jaime in reply.
'Is that German for 'thank you for giving me the best blowjob of my life'?'
'Yes,' Seb says decisively. He reaches over to try to undo Jaime’s jeans, but he gets his hand swatted away.
'Public place,' Jaime says in sing song. 'Surely paying me back can wait until we're behind closed doors, no?'
'Didn’t stop you,' Seb says, a little put out.
'You didn't stop me.'
Seb pouts, but Jaime kisses him and helps him to his feet. 'Come on. Let’s get back to your room before someone does catch us.'
pairing: Jaime Alguersuari/Sebastian Vettel
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: never happened.
word count: ~1200
summary: In which Jaime makes a promise and follows through, and Sebastian is more than slightly obvious.
notes: title from Zolof The Rock & Roll Destroyer - The Hot Situation. originally written for a prompt over at f1slash_kink of 'Vettel / Alguersuari up against a wall. Bonus points of Jaime takes the lead.' love for pretty_panther and someone who kept bugging me to write one of their prompts.
Set at Singapore and Japan 2009.
It starts in Singapore, without Sebastian really even noticing.
It’s after qualifying, and Seb’s feeling kind of jittery - partially down to the adrenaline of qualifying and the frustration of the red flag, partially down to the madness of Singapore at night. So when someone taps on his shoulder, he jumps out of his skin.
Jaime smiles at him apologetically. ‘I was wondering. I was wondering if you wanted to get some food. If you were finished with everything.’
‘Oh. Sure.’ It’s not the first time they’ve hung out; they knew each other in passing before Jaime joined Toro Rosso, and since then, Seb’s made a point to spend some time with Jaime when he can. Or at least, that’s the reason for the first time, and probably the second.
After the third time though? That’s all Jaime.
It’s not pity. Jaime just doesn’t need someone else saying he’s too young. And if it turns out that the Spaniard is actually really funny and definitely kind of good looking, well, that’s for Seb to know. And it’s not like he’s intending for it to go any further.
But then again, Seb’s learning what he intends, and what actually happens, are two very different things.
‘If you get pole in Japan,’ Jaime says in between mouthfuls of noodles. ‘I’ll give you a reward.’
Seb laughs a little at first, and then falters at the expression on Jaime’s face, strangely intense and serious. ‘Oh,’ he says eventually, feeling young and stupid and very much out of his depth. ‘Okay.’
Seb feels strange and lightheaded, as if he’s missed something major. But Jaime grins, and the moment passes.
-
‘What do you think of Alguersuari then?’ Mark asks suddenly.
Seb tries his hardest not to give himself away by blushing too much, but he has a sinking feeling that Mark can see right through him. ‘Um,’ he starts. ‘He’s a nice kid, you know?’
Mark stares at him for a long, long while. ‘A nice kid,’ he echoes, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Fuck, like you’re not much more than a kid.’
‘A kid who can beat you,’ Seb shoots back, and Mark laughs. At times, it’s hard to know when joking about the championship is too much, but they’re getting better at knowing where the line is. Seb knows Mark is disappointed about Singapore and being out of the running, but he’s been fairly easy going about it.
‘Stop changing the subject.’
-
When it’s to the point where Kimi says something though, that’s when Seb knows he’s definitely too obvious.
-
Seb's already feeling light headed from the combination of thrill of the race and the champagne, so when Jaime sticks his head around the door, he can't stop himself from turning red.
Mark doesn’t even bother hiding his smirk, and even the mechanics are raising their eyebrows. Seb tries to glare, but he wants to grin at Jaime more so that wins out.
‘Are you okay?’ Seb asks, once he’s in the corridor with Jaime, and the door is firmly shut behind them. He gestures at Jaime to lead the way.
Jaime blinks, and then grins sheepishly. ‘The advertising board is a lot worse off.’
‘Good,’ Seb says. He looks at the floor. ‘I was worried.’
‘Don’t lie,’ Jaime says, laughing. ‘You were all about that win.’
‘Well. Yeah. But, I was worried a bit.’
Jaime’s smile is wide and infectious, and Seb can’t help grinning back, even if he’s half aware he’s probably looking more than a bit silly.
They’re still in the corridor - Seb’s not really been paying attention to where exactly - and it’s deserted when Jaime backs Seb up against the wall.
Seb’s about to open his mouth to say something - a question, a protest, an encouragement; he’s not sure what exactly - but he doesn’t have a chance to get a word out before Jaime is kissing him.
'I promised you a reward, didn't I?' Jaime says with a grin and a roll of his hips.
Seb can't seem to think clearly enough to come up with a response that makes even the smallest amount of sense, so he just gasps, and tries not to moan too loudly as Jaime bites at the soft skin of his neck. Jaime just laughs, and kisses him again to muffle the sounds.
Jaime’s fingers creep inside his shirt, tracing patterns on his back before slipping under the waistband of his jeans. His hands are cold, and Seb tries to squirm away, but Jaime uses his weight to pin Seb against the wall, keeping him still. ‘Don’t you want the rest of your reward?’ he whispers into Seb’s ear.
‘There’s more?’ Seb manages to get out, and Jaime’s smirk is pure evil.
‘Plenty more.’
‘Oh god,’ Seb says, inanely. He feels Jaime fumbling at his fly and then pulling his jeans down. ‘Oh god,’ he repeats, groaning.
Jaime slides down to his knees, and nuzzles at the very obvious bulge in Seb’s boxers. Seb whimpers and bucks his hips, only for Jaime to put a hand on his hip to stop him. ‘Patience.’
‘I’m gonna kill you,’ Seb says, his voice desperate and cracking.
Jaime laughs as he tugs Seb’s boxers down. ‘Sure you are,’ he says, and then takes Seb’s cock into his mouth.
Seb groans, and tries to buck his hips again, but Jaime pulls off and looks at him reproachfully. ‘Sorry,’ Seb gasps, and Jaime smiles and swallows Seb’s cock down again.
It’s almost embarrassing that he’s so close to coming already, but at the same time, Jaime’s mouth is warm and wet and just so good that he can’t bring himself to care. He rests one hand tentatively on Jaime’s head, petting his hair.
Jaime does something with his tongue - Seb’s not entirely sure what - that brings him desperately close to the edge. He whimpers, and tries to warn Jaime, but he can barely get out ‘Oh, god, Jaime,’ before he’s coming into Jaime’s mouth.
His brain goes offline for a moment, and he slumps against the wall, his limbs suddenly feeling heavy and boneless. Jaime grabs him before he actually falls over, and they slide to the floor in a heap.
'Nngrh,' Seb says eventually, and Jaime giggles a little into his neck.
'You okay there?' Jaime asks, and Seb doesn't have to see his face to know he's smirking.
Seb’s not sure his brain can actually form words yet, so he just headbutts Jaime in reply.
'Is that German for 'thank you for giving me the best blowjob of my life'?'
'Yes,' Seb says decisively. He reaches over to try to undo Jaime’s jeans, but he gets his hand swatted away.
'Public place,' Jaime says in sing song. 'Surely paying me back can wait until we're behind closed doors, no?'
'Didn’t stop you,' Seb says, a little put out.
'You didn't stop me.'
Seb pouts, but Jaime kisses him and helps him to his feet. 'Come on. Let’s get back to your room before someone does catch us.'