Trouble in Paradise (03 break up) - F1 RPS, Michael Schumacher / Eddie Irvine
Title: .... and you're left on your own
Author/Artist: tinini
Theme: 03 break up
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Eddie’s POV
I know that you’re the least person people might call a liar, but I’ve been around you for so long, I know what lies beneath. Or maybe I’m already way too deep inside this mad circle of jealousy that I don’t care to pay more attention. Even after our fight you don’t stop seeing him. In fact, it feels like you’re spending even more time with Jenson than before. If that is possible at all.
And then, one evening, I want to pay you back. Things have been rather tight between us lately but we came here to this pub after the race together just to sit apart for most of the evening. When you joined Ralf at the bar I took it as a sign that you don’t fancy my company. I’ve chosen to sit with David and Jacques and we’re actually having a rather good time at the moment and when I laugh especially loud at something one of them has said, I feel your eyes burn on my back. Casting a glance over to you, our eyes lock for a split second in which my hand moves to lightly cover that of David who’s sitting next to me. I can feel it twitch, but I know that he likes it.
You’re not the only one who can play.
~ ~ ~ ~
The restroom is deserted when I pay it a short visit and hour later and when I hear the door open and close while I’m having a pee, I smile, assuming it is you who has followed me. I realize that I’m much mistaken when I zip my jeans and turn around, finding David roaming my body with hungry eyes. Without me noticing, he has me pinned against the nearest cubicle wall and his tongue is down my throat. Caught by surprise I’m kissing him back out of pure reflex. When I hear the door creak again, I physically feel your presence. The look of utter horror on you usually composed features makes my mind reel.
“Shit!” I mutter, trying to push David away. “Mike! Wait!” My voice is a panicked squeak and finally breaks.
But you’re already gone and when I reach my hotel room an hour later after a fruitless attempt to track you down, I find all your personal items have vanished. You’ve erased your presence from my life and the message you’ve scribbled on the notebook by the phone doesn’t leave any room for much guessing.
“Piss off!”
My head starts to pound. This time, I went too far.
Author/Artist: tinini
Theme: 03 break up
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Eddie’s POV
I know that you’re the least person people might call a liar, but I’ve been around you for so long, I know what lies beneath. Or maybe I’m already way too deep inside this mad circle of jealousy that I don’t care to pay more attention. Even after our fight you don’t stop seeing him. In fact, it feels like you’re spending even more time with Jenson than before. If that is possible at all.
And then, one evening, I want to pay you back. Things have been rather tight between us lately but we came here to this pub after the race together just to sit apart for most of the evening. When you joined Ralf at the bar I took it as a sign that you don’t fancy my company. I’ve chosen to sit with David and Jacques and we’re actually having a rather good time at the moment and when I laugh especially loud at something one of them has said, I feel your eyes burn on my back. Casting a glance over to you, our eyes lock for a split second in which my hand moves to lightly cover that of David who’s sitting next to me. I can feel it twitch, but I know that he likes it.
You’re not the only one who can play.
~ ~ ~ ~
The restroom is deserted when I pay it a short visit and hour later and when I hear the door open and close while I’m having a pee, I smile, assuming it is you who has followed me. I realize that I’m much mistaken when I zip my jeans and turn around, finding David roaming my body with hungry eyes. Without me noticing, he has me pinned against the nearest cubicle wall and his tongue is down my throat. Caught by surprise I’m kissing him back out of pure reflex. When I hear the door creak again, I physically feel your presence. The look of utter horror on you usually composed features makes my mind reel.
“Shit!” I mutter, trying to push David away. “Mike! Wait!” My voice is a panicked squeak and finally breaks.
But you’re already gone and when I reach my hotel room an hour later after a fruitless attempt to track you down, I find all your personal items have vanished. You’ve erased your presence from my life and the message you’ve scribbled on the notebook by the phone doesn’t leave any room for much guessing.
“Piss off!”
My head starts to pound. This time, I went too far.