Congratulations
Characters: Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg
Pairing: Jenson/Nico.
Set: after the 2012 Chinese GP.
Rating: Black Flag.
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“Jense!” Nico protests, yanked from the sinks in Shanghai airport, spun neatly into a cubicle in the deserted bathroom, door locked behind them.
“Hello, Mr Race Winner.” Jenson murmurs, nips at Nico’s bottom lip with his teeth. Nico laughs breathlessly, already reacting to the familiar weight of Jenson’s body pressing him into the cool of the wall, still high on adrenaline from the win. “God, I can still taste champagne.” He adds, licks at the wonderfully sensitive skin beneath Nico’s ear. Nico shivers, tangles one hand in Jenson’s hair. “Now. How to congratulate you, seen as we won’t see each other for a little while?” He muses, thumb rubbing over Nico’s cheekbone. “When’s your flight?”
“Two hours, Jense, I-” Nico cuts himself off when Jenson smirks, kisses him roughly and slides a rough, warm palm down Nico’s back under his t-shirt.
“Plenty of time then.” Jenson whispers, pulling back to stare down at Nico for a few, long, seconds, hand sliding round to unfasten Nico’s belt, work at his jeans while Nico simply lets him, too overwhelmed by Jenson to react. “Congratulations, Nico. You were bloody brilliant.” He adds, and Nico can see how genuinely proud of him Jenson is, and he can still remember the podium, Jenson spraying champagne on him, and the overwhelming desire to just kiss him in the heat of the moment, lick the sweet taste off him. He couldn’t then, but he can now, and he does, going up on tiptoes to take Jenson’s mouth, feeling the burn of Jenson’s stubble against his jaw. Jenson’s still working at his pants, tugs jeans and boxers to his knees, strokes his fingers lightly up the inside of Nico’s thighs, encourages them to part as much as they can trapped by his jeans and presses himself close to Nico again. Jenson’s evidently planned this, slides a packet of lube from his own jeans and laughs when Nico breaks their kiss to comment on this. “Of course!” He says in reply, before he twists Nico around, braces him against the wall and slicks up the inside of Nico’s thighs, laughs low and dirty into Nico’s ear when Nico bites down on his own fist to muffle the groan when Jenson slips his cock between the tight press of Nico’s thighs, Nico catching on quickly to what Jenson intends to do and forcing them closer, tighter around Jenson's cock. It suits this moment perfectly, quick and dirty and desperate. Jenson’s cock is nudging at Nico’s balls, pre-come smearing over them as Jenson’s hand smears Nico’s pre-come down his cock to ease the movement of his hand, the lube easing his way too. Nico's glad Jenson's got such a tight grip on his hips because the cool tiles of the wall offer little grip for his fingers and his knees are threatening to give up on him, wobbling beneath him as the pleasure sinks through his very bones. Jenson gasps pretty words into his ear, murmurs about how lovely his cock feels, how perfect his arse is and how much he wants to be inside it, intersperses them with bites to the back of Nico's neck, his gentle kisses there a delicious contrast to the sharp edge to the bites. Jenson overwhelms him, every time they do this, the feel of his cock rubbing the sensitive skin of the inside of Nico's thighs, the even more sensitive skin of his balls, the rising scent of their arousal mixing together, heady and musky and it drives Nico wild combined with their muted sounds, the low groans Jenson's muffling into his skin, and the startled gasp he always give before he comes, come hot and wet, dripping down Nico's balls, and the hand around Nico's cock stills until Jenson recovers enough to move it again and then Nico's coming, his groans muffled by Jenson's hand over his mouth. Jenson turns Nico round after they catch their breath again, leaning him against the wall and kissing him breathless again. Nico runs his fingers up his thigh when they break apart, holding fingers covered in come and lube up and laughing as Jenson hunts around for toilet paper to clean them both up.
"I'll come round after Bahrain." Jenson says, in between soft kisses, carefully doing up Nico's jeans again. "Bring more champagne and we'll have a proper party."
"Hm, you can bring the cake then." Nico laughs, slips out carefully into the mercifully still deserted bathroom, washes his hands, watches Jenson do the same, admires how his fingers twist around each other, splay out under the spray of water. "Have a safe flight." He adds, before he heads out to wait for his own, already smiling at the prospect of their private party.
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Pairing: Jenson/Nico.
Set: after the 2012 Chinese GP.
Rating: Black Flag.
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“Jense!” Nico protests, yanked from the sinks in Shanghai airport, spun neatly into a cubicle in the deserted bathroom, door locked behind them.
“Hello, Mr Race Winner.” Jenson murmurs, nips at Nico’s bottom lip with his teeth. Nico laughs breathlessly, already reacting to the familiar weight of Jenson’s body pressing him into the cool of the wall, still high on adrenaline from the win. “God, I can still taste champagne.” He adds, licks at the wonderfully sensitive skin beneath Nico’s ear. Nico shivers, tangles one hand in Jenson’s hair. “Now. How to congratulate you, seen as we won’t see each other for a little while?” He muses, thumb rubbing over Nico’s cheekbone. “When’s your flight?”
“Two hours, Jense, I-” Nico cuts himself off when Jenson smirks, kisses him roughly and slides a rough, warm palm down Nico’s back under his t-shirt.
“Plenty of time then.” Jenson whispers, pulling back to stare down at Nico for a few, long, seconds, hand sliding round to unfasten Nico’s belt, work at his jeans while Nico simply lets him, too overwhelmed by Jenson to react. “Congratulations, Nico. You were bloody brilliant.” He adds, and Nico can see how genuinely proud of him Jenson is, and he can still remember the podium, Jenson spraying champagne on him, and the overwhelming desire to just kiss him in the heat of the moment, lick the sweet taste off him. He couldn’t then, but he can now, and he does, going up on tiptoes to take Jenson’s mouth, feeling the burn of Jenson’s stubble against his jaw. Jenson’s still working at his pants, tugs jeans and boxers to his knees, strokes his fingers lightly up the inside of Nico’s thighs, encourages them to part as much as they can trapped by his jeans and presses himself close to Nico again. Jenson’s evidently planned this, slides a packet of lube from his own jeans and laughs when Nico breaks their kiss to comment on this. “Of course!” He says in reply, before he twists Nico around, braces him against the wall and slicks up the inside of Nico’s thighs, laughs low and dirty into Nico’s ear when Nico bites down on his own fist to muffle the groan when Jenson slips his cock between the tight press of Nico’s thighs, Nico catching on quickly to what Jenson intends to do and forcing them closer, tighter around Jenson's cock. It suits this moment perfectly, quick and dirty and desperate. Jenson’s cock is nudging at Nico’s balls, pre-come smearing over them as Jenson’s hand smears Nico’s pre-come down his cock to ease the movement of his hand, the lube easing his way too. Nico's glad Jenson's got such a tight grip on his hips because the cool tiles of the wall offer little grip for his fingers and his knees are threatening to give up on him, wobbling beneath him as the pleasure sinks through his very bones. Jenson gasps pretty words into his ear, murmurs about how lovely his cock feels, how perfect his arse is and how much he wants to be inside it, intersperses them with bites to the back of Nico's neck, his gentle kisses there a delicious contrast to the sharp edge to the bites. Jenson overwhelms him, every time they do this, the feel of his cock rubbing the sensitive skin of the inside of Nico's thighs, the even more sensitive skin of his balls, the rising scent of their arousal mixing together, heady and musky and it drives Nico wild combined with their muted sounds, the low groans Jenson's muffling into his skin, and the startled gasp he always give before he comes, come hot and wet, dripping down Nico's balls, and the hand around Nico's cock stills until Jenson recovers enough to move it again and then Nico's coming, his groans muffled by Jenson's hand over his mouth. Jenson turns Nico round after they catch their breath again, leaning him against the wall and kissing him breathless again. Nico runs his fingers up his thigh when they break apart, holding fingers covered in come and lube up and laughing as Jenson hunts around for toilet paper to clean them both up.
"I'll come round after Bahrain." Jenson says, in between soft kisses, carefully doing up Nico's jeans again. "Bring more champagne and we'll have a proper party."
"Hm, you can bring the cake then." Nico laughs, slips out carefully into the mercifully still deserted bathroom, washes his hands, watches Jenson do the same, admires how his fingers twist around each other, splay out under the spray of water. "Have a safe flight." He adds, before he heads out to wait for his own, already smiling at the prospect of their private party.
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