I think I like it
Title:I think I like it
Pairing:Jaime Alguersuari/Sebastian Vettel
Rating:Yellow/PG-13
Disclaimer:I own nothing, this never happened, its all lies.
Word Count:1014
A/N: For my lovely kthxrawr. ♥ I used this promp href="http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae163/promptbingo/tumblr_l82qoh4ie61qcbx4yo1_400_large.png"> here promptbingo table
Summery: It starts with Seb just going to spend some time with Jaime and becomes more around a pile of DVDs they never watch and TV shows they can't understand.
Seb was fully aware of the dangers of Jaime’s bright blue eyes and smouldering stare that spoke of nothing that resembled innocence and everything dangerous , but if he was honest with himself, he just didn’t care. They didn’t work for the same team and had no real reason to interact with each other more than any other driver on the track but Seb couldn’t help himself. There wasn’t much more to it than that.
It was Seb that would turn up at Jaime’s door with a DVD and a thinly veiled excuse and Jaime just never sent him away. The films never got watched and eventually Seb stopped bothering to invent reasons, falling onto Jaime’s tangled sheets within minutes of getting in the door. Ocean blue eyes followed his every move as he wriggled out of his trainers and propped himself up a bit better on the headboard and more than once they had fallen asleep, sometimes Seb first and other times Jaime, only to wake up with intertwined legs and flushed cheeks, one edging away from the other before they realised the state they were in.
Both probably knew and neither ever brought it up. Just like everything else. Rumours faded and other questions surfaced, the boys in the paddock bewildered at why a young guy like Jaime refused their offers to go out or do anything time and time again, and in the end everyone else had them figured out before they had worked it out themselves. Fernando paid a little more attention to Seb, like an irritated cat waiting to strike, his loyalty to a fellow Spaniard making him keep an eye on the German while irritated he was having to get involved at all. Seb either didn’t notice the looks he was getting from him and his team or he just ignored them.
There was just something different about Jaime and that was the only thing Seb could really focus on off the track. The way he moved and said everything with his body, subtle movements you had to focus on to notice, focussing enough to get you that cheeky smirk because he catches you every single time. It is a Friday the first time Seb kisses him. He remembers that because they had been on track but the tingling nerves and pressures of a looming result were just hovering over him, they hadn’t settled in and he could still breathe without thinking about it too much. Again he was wasting away another Friday night in Jaime’s room instead of going to dinner with his team or looking over strategies in his room, Jaime had some comedy on in a language neither of them understood and was lying stretched out across his bed, his t-shirt and jumper riding up, exposing a couple of inches of pale skin, and he had his hands fisted in the sleeves of his worn jumper, threads frayed around the edges because it needed to be thrown out and he just wouldn’t part with it. This wasn’t a race driver, this was just Jaime, no fronts. Seb was on his stomach, trying to hold a conversation with the younger man, propped up on his forearms as he watched Jaime watch the screen and when the Spaniard licks his lower lip absentmindedly with his tongue, Seb wants to taste him. Needs to. The urge is nothing lustful, it is as innocent as an urge like that can be and he crawls up the bed slowly. Jaime watches him, aware of him from his first movement, eyes blinking as Seb fumbles further up the covers and comes to a stop by his side, hovering over him and studying his face.
Then he licks his lower lip again.
Seb wants to say something, wants to say something about things not being fair and Jaime being a tease and ask what they are doing, what they have been doing, why they keep doing it if they don’t know because it seems so insane. But he doesn’t know how to ask that so he doesn’t bother, just like with everything else. Instead he finally kisses Jaime, pressing his lips to the younger man’s and teasing them with his tongue until he parts them, letting Seb explore his mouth and not putting up any resistance, hardly reacting at all until Seb moves to pull away and he whines in the back of his throat, protesting, before reaching up to grab at the warm skin at the back of Seb’s neck and pull him closer, pressing his body to the German’s until the need to breathe forces him to let go.
Seb’s head spins a little bit, even though he always thought it was stupid when people said that, but he swears that it does and it is all Jaime’s fault. For his part, Jaime doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t even break eye contact as his hand reaches and grasps at the sheets until his fingers wrap around the TV remote and he can turn it off and block out the background noise and anything that might distract from this moment because it is different and theirs.
He reaches up, back arching slightly, and shifts his leg against Seb’s, moves his other hand to pull as he pushes and weaves himself into Seb as he crushes their mouths together, noses bumping and teeth clashing and it might be one of the best kisses Seb has ever been given even if to some it might border on horrific. It is like he has been reduced to a kid with no idea what he is doing and Jaime the same and somehow that makes him feel giddy and he pushes back against Jaime and can’t help laughing when he overpowers him and feels Jaime pout against the kisses he is pressing to his jaw.
“What are we doing?” Seb eventually breathes.
“I don’t know,” Jaime murmurs, hands fisted in Seb’s t-shirt and looking at him through thick dark lashes, no intention of letting him go anytime soon, “But I think I like it.”
Pairing:Jaime Alguersuari/Sebastian Vettel
Rating:Yellow/PG-13
Disclaimer:I own nothing, this never happened, its all lies.
Word Count:1014
A/N: For my lovely kthxrawr. ♥ I used this promp href="http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae163/promptbingo/tumblr_l82qoh4ie61qcbx4yo1_400_large.png"> here promptbingo table
Summery: It starts with Seb just going to spend some time with Jaime and becomes more around a pile of DVDs they never watch and TV shows they can't understand.
Seb was fully aware of the dangers of Jaime’s bright blue eyes and smouldering stare that spoke of nothing that resembled innocence and everything dangerous , but if he was honest with himself, he just didn’t care. They didn’t work for the same team and had no real reason to interact with each other more than any other driver on the track but Seb couldn’t help himself. There wasn’t much more to it than that.
It was Seb that would turn up at Jaime’s door with a DVD and a thinly veiled excuse and Jaime just never sent him away. The films never got watched and eventually Seb stopped bothering to invent reasons, falling onto Jaime’s tangled sheets within minutes of getting in the door. Ocean blue eyes followed his every move as he wriggled out of his trainers and propped himself up a bit better on the headboard and more than once they had fallen asleep, sometimes Seb first and other times Jaime, only to wake up with intertwined legs and flushed cheeks, one edging away from the other before they realised the state they were in.
Both probably knew and neither ever brought it up. Just like everything else. Rumours faded and other questions surfaced, the boys in the paddock bewildered at why a young guy like Jaime refused their offers to go out or do anything time and time again, and in the end everyone else had them figured out before they had worked it out themselves. Fernando paid a little more attention to Seb, like an irritated cat waiting to strike, his loyalty to a fellow Spaniard making him keep an eye on the German while irritated he was having to get involved at all. Seb either didn’t notice the looks he was getting from him and his team or he just ignored them.
There was just something different about Jaime and that was the only thing Seb could really focus on off the track. The way he moved and said everything with his body, subtle movements you had to focus on to notice, focussing enough to get you that cheeky smirk because he catches you every single time. It is a Friday the first time Seb kisses him. He remembers that because they had been on track but the tingling nerves and pressures of a looming result were just hovering over him, they hadn’t settled in and he could still breathe without thinking about it too much. Again he was wasting away another Friday night in Jaime’s room instead of going to dinner with his team or looking over strategies in his room, Jaime had some comedy on in a language neither of them understood and was lying stretched out across his bed, his t-shirt and jumper riding up, exposing a couple of inches of pale skin, and he had his hands fisted in the sleeves of his worn jumper, threads frayed around the edges because it needed to be thrown out and he just wouldn’t part with it. This wasn’t a race driver, this was just Jaime, no fronts. Seb was on his stomach, trying to hold a conversation with the younger man, propped up on his forearms as he watched Jaime watch the screen and when the Spaniard licks his lower lip absentmindedly with his tongue, Seb wants to taste him. Needs to. The urge is nothing lustful, it is as innocent as an urge like that can be and he crawls up the bed slowly. Jaime watches him, aware of him from his first movement, eyes blinking as Seb fumbles further up the covers and comes to a stop by his side, hovering over him and studying his face.
Then he licks his lower lip again.
Seb wants to say something, wants to say something about things not being fair and Jaime being a tease and ask what they are doing, what they have been doing, why they keep doing it if they don’t know because it seems so insane. But he doesn’t know how to ask that so he doesn’t bother, just like with everything else. Instead he finally kisses Jaime, pressing his lips to the younger man’s and teasing them with his tongue until he parts them, letting Seb explore his mouth and not putting up any resistance, hardly reacting at all until Seb moves to pull away and he whines in the back of his throat, protesting, before reaching up to grab at the warm skin at the back of Seb’s neck and pull him closer, pressing his body to the German’s until the need to breathe forces him to let go.
Seb’s head spins a little bit, even though he always thought it was stupid when people said that, but he swears that it does and it is all Jaime’s fault. For his part, Jaime doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t even break eye contact as his hand reaches and grasps at the sheets until his fingers wrap around the TV remote and he can turn it off and block out the background noise and anything that might distract from this moment because it is different and theirs.
He reaches up, back arching slightly, and shifts his leg against Seb’s, moves his other hand to pull as he pushes and weaves himself into Seb as he crushes their mouths together, noses bumping and teeth clashing and it might be one of the best kisses Seb has ever been given even if to some it might border on horrific. It is like he has been reduced to a kid with no idea what he is doing and Jaime the same and somehow that makes him feel giddy and he pushes back against Jaime and can’t help laughing when he overpowers him and feels Jaime pout against the kisses he is pressing to his jaw.
“What are we doing?” Seb eventually breathes.
“I don’t know,” Jaime murmurs, hands fisted in Seb’s t-shirt and looking at him through thick dark lashes, no intention of letting him go anytime soon, “But I think I like it.”