Random fic is random. *__*
Title: N/A, I’m open for inspirations…
Pairing: Sergio Pérez/Esteban Gutiérrez
Rating: ……I have no idea how those rating system works, but I think a green flag is okay for this.
Word count: 1061 words.
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND AS TRUE AS FLYING MONKEYS WHICH MEANS IT’S BASICALLY NOT TRUE AT ALL, AND NO HARM IS INTENDED.
Author’s notes: The idea and the beginning of this lovely little thing has been lying around on my hard-drive since March or so… and freaking finally it’s done!!! And no, I can definitely not resist evil foreshadowing, I’m mean like that. Anyway, enjoy! (And have a bit of Titanic soundtrack with it, Leaving Port was a little bit of inspiration while writing this. It fits so painfully well.)
Not beta’d, so if you spot any mistakes, please tell me!! Critique and comments are always welcome!
Monaco 2011, Saturday, early afternoon, somewhere in the paddock....
“…it’ll be awesome, the car is great, I’m feeling great, I love this circuit, and - HEY!! Don’t make fun of me!!”
Laughing, Sergio reaches across the table to playfully slap Esteban’s shoulder as soon as he catches his friend rolling his eyes and mouthing along.
“Totally wasn’t making fun of you”, Esteban replies while trying to fend off the attack (successful) and looking as innocent as possible (not so successful, because it’s really hard to keep himself from grinning at Sergio’s failing attempt to look offended). “No, really, you’re gonna get pole position this afternoon, and then you’ll win the race leading every lap and - ” Doubling over with laughter, he completely misses the second attack Sergio launches, this time a light slap to his head.
“Stop it”, Sergio says as he leans back again, a smug grin on his face, “you know it’ll be my weekend.”
Esteban can’t help rolling his eyes again, sighing in mock desperation.
“Yes, I know, and I’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve told me that.”21 and a half times actually, he corrects himself in his thoughts.
Yes, he has counted each and every single time Sergio has been going on about how much he’s looking forward to this race, how he can’t wait for it, how great it will be to take his beloved girl for a ride around this legendary circuit, how awesome it would be to get a new best result, and so on. And actually, Esteban is enjoying it immensely, as it’s rare to see Sergio at that level of excitement, to see him that bubbly and happy and grinning, smiling, laughing at everyone, bouncing with every step, hardly able to sit still. The best thing though is how Sergio’s chocolate eyes light up every time, especially when he remembers his maiden GP2 win that he took here one year ago, then there’s a glitter and sparkle in them that is just so alive and happy and joyful and it takes Esteban’s breath away and makes him melt inside and he wishes he could just stop time and stare into those beautiful dark eyes for the rest of forever, and he has long given up mentally slapping himself for thinking such thoughts because even though it sounds soppy and cheesy and cliché like hell, it’s true, and even now Esteban has a hard time trying to keep himself from just losing himself in those warm, glittering, glowing chocolate eyes… that is, until suddenly there’s stinging pain and Esteban snaps out of his reverie just in time to see Sergio’s gleeful grin and retreating hand.
“Hey, that hurt”, he complains, raising his hand to gingerly touch the aching spot on his forehead that Sergio has just flipped, but it is quickly forgotten and forgiven with Sergio’s surprisingly honest “Sorry!” and the accompanying flash of sparkling eyes and a soft smile. However, the excited grin is back in place pretty quickly, and even though Sergio is keeping quiet, it is beyond obvious that it is taking most of his self control to keep himself from starting to ramble again and eventually, after watching his friend squirm and fidget and generally looking like a reprimanded little child for a while (and somewhat gleefully enjoying every second of it), Esteban shows mercy. “Come on, say it, you look like you’re about to explode.”
Immediately Sergio perks up again, beaming at Esteban. “I cannot wait for tomorrow”, he announces, the widest grin that Esteban has ever seen back in its rightful place. “It’ll be my best race, I’m sure.”
However, after a while of sitting together in comfortable silence, Sergio’s grin slowly fades away into a self-conscious, shy smile. “…okay, I know I won’t win and I probably won’t get pole either…” he admits sheepishly, almost apologetically. “But I just know it’s going to be a good day, you understand? Getting into Q3, and then a finish in the points, I’m sure I can manage that…” “Don’t worry”, Esteban replies softly. He has a hard time trying to keep himself from reaching across the table to stroke Sergio’s hand or ruffle his hair. “I know you can do it”, he just says instead and smiles reassuringly. “I know you will do it.”
The happy grin and the sparkle in his eyes are back in place when Sergio looks up and meets Esteban’s eyes. It makes Esteban’s heart skip a beat and the butterflies in his stomach go crazy, but the fuzzy warm feeling is gone as quickly as it came when Sergio’s focus shifts to something behind Esteban.
“Oh, look, there’s Marco! Looks like I have to get ready for the qualifying….” Waving at his engineer, Sergio quickly gets up. “Alright, then…” Esteban sighs quietly before he looks up to his friend. “Give those journalists something to write about.”
“I will”, Sergio replies with a grin on his face and gently places his hand on Esteban's shoulder, making the butterflies stir again.
“Q3. Promise.”
There’s something in Sergio’s eyes, something warm, gentle, affectionate… something that Esteban didn’t even dare to dream of… but it’s there, undeniable, and its intensity only increases when he raises his hand and softly brushes over Sergio’s skin. Their fingers intertwine for a second, but they let go quickly when they hear Marco calling for Sergio to hurry up.
“You should go,” Esteban mumbles.
“Yeah, I know…”, Sergio sighs, “…see you later, then! You’re going to watch, no?”
“Of course I will watch, you’re going to get into Q3 after all!”
The beaming, affectionate smile Esteban receives in reply takes his breath, and he can’t help but slip his hand into Sergio’s again.
“Good luck”, he says softly. The urge to draw Sergio’s hand closer and press soft kisses to that warm skin grows stronger and stronger with every passing moment, so Esteban is actually almost relieved when Sergio reluctantly lets go again. “Thank you,” he replies, as he turns and starts walking towards his waiting engineer, but then he looks back again, and there’s something in his eyes that makes Esteban’s heart swell with hope. There can be more of this. There will be more of this. Yes, Sergio was right, he thinks to himself, smiling happily as he remembers the warmth of Sergio’s touch. This will be a good day.