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Hearing his name emerge from Lewis’s mouth on a random Thursday afternoon was not how Nico imagined his day going. He never thought Lewis would voluntarily say his name unprovoked; it was like one of his wildest dreams, or like looking into a crystal ball that revealed his future.
He fucking wished he were in Japan at this moment. Hell, he wished he were the one conducting the interview, so it wouldn’t be his name he heard, but the words you and me, while their eyes made contact, and he would see how far he could push Lewis before he broke.
He hadn’t seen this coming, and it had turned his entire world upside down. He knew why it had such a profound effect on him. For years, he had tried to put in the effort to get Lewis to talk to him; he praised him at every race and tried to find opportunities where the two of them could talk without the press breathing down their necks. Each time he tried, Lewis avoided him like the plague, and honestly, it had begun to piss him off; he was losing hope, which is why today feels like a silver lining, that maybe Lewis is willing to try to fix the thing he broke and shattered into a million pieces.
Not just their friendship, but the secret the two of them never acknowledged, but knew was just simmering beneath the surface. Their love for each other. Its presence was always there, yet they never talked about it. Not out of fear but because if they acknowledged it existed, there would have been no going back. The championship fight would have destroyed them more than it already had. Going down that road would have destroyed both their hearts, and in the end, they never would have found any peace.
He’s not sure that either of them found any peace, as far as he's aware, he's still suffering without Lewis in his life, he's never been able to move on, and he firmly believes he will never be able to. He’s drowning in his own feelings, and today was his first breath of air; he was emerging to the surface once more, which is why when he opens his phone looking up direct flights to Japan, he doesn’t feel like an idiot; he feels reborn. He clicks the first one he sees, doesn’t even look at the price, just hastily packs his bag and heads to the airport, with only one thought on his mind. Lewis.
The moment he lands on Japanese soil, he is utterly regretting his choice to be here right now. What if Lewis doesn’t want to talk to him? What if this was all a mistake that his brain thought was a great idea, all because Lewis had uttered his name? He could turn around, book a flight home and be on his way, but then he would be a coward, and that was not in his nature. He had called Toto before he boarded his plane; he needed a way to sneak into the paddock without being seen, and Toto didn’t even question him. He had a feeling that Toto had known all those years ago how the two of them felt, yet he stayed out of it; it was never his business. He promised him someone from Mercedes would be waiting for him, with a VIP pass in hand, and they would whisk him into hiding before the press even noticed his existence.
So that was step one of the plan. Yet the next step, he had no idea how to approach; he couldn’t corner Lewis in his driver's room like old times, Lewis was at Ferrari, and Nico was the enemy. He had no idea how to get Lewis alone, especially because he wasn’t with Sky Sports this weekend; he couldn’t just magically conjure an interview or enlist any of his other broadcast colleagues for help.
He should have fucking thought this through before jumping on the bloody plane that could lead to his demise.
He arrived at the track sometime later and was greeted not by Mercedes personnel but by Toto himself, who raised an eyebrow at him and handed him his credentials. He was whisked away in the back of a cart while Toto sat beside him, not saying anything, and it was enough for him to break.
“Toto, tell me what to do, you always knew what we were thinking. Am I crazy for even attempting something like this? Am I reading into things that don’t exist? I just want him back, Toto. He wasn’t even mine officially. But it always felt like he was.”
Toto studies him for a moment, then takes a deep breath, before offering him some of his famous words of wisdom. “You and Lewis were like two planets that orbited each other; there was no separating you from each other's gravitational pull, and that's what made you such great competitors. Yet you guys were on the inside, and I was on the outside, and I could tell how much you loved each other. I know you two knew those feelings existed, but I don’t think you even let yourself think about the possibility of exploring them. You were scared of what would happen if you did, and Lewis was scared of letting you fully in, afraid that he would grow dependent on you. The problem was he already had, and you saw how he lost his drive for a while after you left; he was on autopilot trying to compensate for your loss, and you were an idiot for not telling him you were retiring. That just added salt to the wound. Your problem wasn’t that you didn’t love each other, it's that you didn't know how to communicate unless it was about racing. Love isn’t racing, Nico. There's no 1st or 2nd, it's about being equals, and the team didn’t allow you to foster such a relationship, and I partially blame myself for that. If I were you, I wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste because I think Lewis is starting to heal, and if I can still read him as well as I could back then, I would say he wants to try, he did say your name involuntarily after all and that even shocked me”.
Jeez, Toto really did have a way with words, even if they were thick with his accent, so Toto didn’t think he was an idiot for flying halfway across the world for a minuscule chance that Lewis was ready to explore the feelings they never let themselves admit even existed. At least that was a positive.
Internally, though he was starting to freak out, he couldn’t just walk into the Ferrari garage, or corner Lewis on the starting grid before the race; that would be rather bombarding, and if it were the other way, he certainly wouldn’t appreciate it. Yet there was someone whom he could reach out to that could help him; he didn’t even know if they would respond to his message, yet it was worth a shot. He picks up his phone, opens his direct messages on Instagram and shoots Charles Leclerc a desperate message for help.
Charles responds much sooner than he anticipated. He was all in, which was rather suspicious. He had a feeling that Charles would want something from him, but who knows what the hell that would even be. Toto lets Charles sneak into the Mercedes hospitality area and graciously lets them borrow his office. Nico must admit it's rather awkward sitting across from Charles Leclerc like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and he was by all means desperate.
“So, Nico, you want my help trying to get Lewis alone with you. The question I have for you, though, is why would you want to do such a thing when it's clear that Lewis has been avoiding you for years?”
He had anticipated this; Charles would of course want to know why, and he wasn’t going to lie, there was no point. “Because I have been in love with Lewis for as long as I can remember, and I’m tired of not having the person who holds my heart in my life. In all honesty, I want to be happy again, and I was always my happiest when I was with Lewis, even when we hated each other.
He watches as Charles' jaw drops wide open; that is most certainly the response he expected. “So, the rumours were true, you did love each other”.
Nico laughs. “Yes, we loved each other, but we never acknowledged those feelings, let alone acted on them. We both knew how the other felt, but we couldn’t do anything about it. The championship was everything, and in the end, we lost ourselves when in reality, we should have been trying to save the one thing that mattered. Each other.”
Charles just stares at him, uncertain what to say, yet he sees something familiar reflected in Charles's eyes, torment, longing and desire, the feelings he had seen in Lewis’s eyes for years.
He places a hand against Charles's shoulder, who startles slightly. “Charles, I would recognise those emotions anywhere. You don’t have to hide, certainly not with me. You’re clearly in love with someone you're not meant to be. I’ve told you my secret its only fair you tell me yours”.
Charles takes a deep breath, then utters the name he had a feeling it would be. “Max, it’s always been, Max.
“How about this, you help me, and when you’re ready, I’ll help you with your problem in the future”.
Charles meets his eyes in disbelief, then slowly he extends his hand. Nico shakes on it as Charles talks once more. “Okay, how would you like to do this?” They talk for what must be an hour, and by the end of the meeting, a plan is in place; now he has to execute it.
He has no idea how he and Charles managed to convince the FIA that he was capable of what he was about to do. He didn’t have a current superlicence, and somehow, being a former world champion was all the pedigree you needed to jump in an F1 car. He thought jumping on a plane to Japan was a crazy idea; this might be even crazier. Did he mention he would be driving a Ferrari? What world had he stumbled into?
The press release broke late Friday night. He has no idea what Charles told Fred to get him to agree to this idea, but he must admit he did like that his name was all over the news by the next morning. All he knows is that Lewis had no idea that this was happening, that it was a total surprise and that there was no way he could argue his way out of this one. It’s not like Nico was racing in the actual race; he was only doing FP3, and this was a certain way to be in Lewis vicinity without forcing his presence to be known. He walks into the paddock the next morning full of energy, and just like yesterday, Toto meets him at the gate, this time with a bewildered look on his face.
“How on earth did you manage this?”
“I had some help from a friend, and don’t worry, I still prefer silver over red any day”.
Toto nods and lets him go on his way, and then he walks into the Ferrari garage. He’s so out of place, but then Charles comes to stand by his side as he introduces him to all the staff on his side of the garage, and then he feels eyes staring at him from behind. He doesn’t even have to turn around to know who they belong to, and so he's rather startled when a hand lands on his shoulder, and when he looks at the hand, he sees familiar ink that makes his heart race.
He turns around slowly and then, for the first time in years, he's face-to-face with Lewis Hamilton, who looks at him like he's a puzzle he's yet to solve. “You’re crazy, you know that, right?” That’s a better reaction than he was expecting; there must be some type of catch. “Follow me”.
Ah, there it is. He knew this wouldn’t be this easy. He follows Lewis until they find themselves in the Brit's driver's room, and just when he thought all hell was about to break loose, Lewis says something that causes his head to spin. “Care to make a game out of this?”
Nico is far too intrigued to deny the request as he nods his head in response, the appropriate words hard to find. “Whoever finishes higher on the time sheets gets to ask the other person a question, and don’t think I’ll be going easy on you”. It sounds like a fair game, but Nico only finds it fair to add his own rule. “Okay, but open communication is a must, no hiding, and if you lose, you can’t run and hide, okay”.
Lewis agrees to his rule, and then it goes completely silent, and the room suddenly feels too small. Luckily, time saves them as they realise how close to the start of FP3 they really are, and Nico still has so much to learn about the car, that the two of them run side by side back to the garage, and it feels like old times and clearly Lewis notices too as he smiles at him and for the first time this weekend he doesn’t feel like he's made the worst decision of his life.
When he jumps in the Ferrari, he feels passion reignite in his veins. He looks over to Lewis’s side of the garage and finds the man already looking at him. Suddenly, being here in this moment doesn’t feel like enough; he wants to prove to Lewis that he still has that fire inside him, that it didn’t just disappear when he retired. He wants to remind Lewis that he is still a world champion, and most of all, he wants to beat him, the game all but forgotten.
When he emerges onto the track, Lewis pulls up beside him, and somehow Charles has successfully got the team to interlink their radios as Lewis’s voice flows into his ears. “Fuck so I’m not dreaming, you really are here”.
“I’m here, Lew”. The nickname slips out by accident, and he can tell that it has an effect on Lewis because the man goes entirely silent. The shadows that had been chasing him for the last ten years begin to dissolve as he looks over to Lewis, who has flipped open his visor, and that's when he sees the tears shining, and that's when he knows that when he finishes this session, everything is about to change.
He doesn’t even need to confirm it; he knows Lewis had forgiven him for walking away, and in that moment, he forgives himself for the mistakes he's made, absolves himself of the pain he had inflicted on himself.
Lewis’s voice comes through once more, and it's hard to miss the emotions that punctuate every word. “ Nico, go show them just who you are and know that I’m so fucking proud of you”.
His own tears make their presence known in the corner of his eyes as he pushes down on the gas and prepares himself for one of the best moments of his life. Lewis still stays true to his word, he doesn’t go easy on him, but with Lewis words surrounding his heart, he does show the world why he was a world champion, because just like old times the car beneath him speaks to him as lap after lap he puts in blistering times until he's just a 10th of a second off the top of the charts. In this moment, he might regret walking away from all of this, but after this, he won’t.
When the chequered flag falls, he remains in second with Lewis close behind in fourth, and when he returns to the garage, he’s bombarded by all the press wanting to request an interview with him, all wanting to know the same question: was this a comeback at the age of 40? Yet he declines them all. This was a one-time thing, a memory to be shared that hopefully brings two hearts back together.
Charles is the first one to approach him. “For a second there, I thought you might steal my seat, and I’ll be in touch soon about our arrangement”. He gives Charles a quick hug before telling him the car is all his, and then Lewis is standing before him once again with the biggest smile he's ever seen.
“Once again you went and proved me wrong. I think it's time you an me had a long overdue chat”. Nico 100% agrees as they find themselves in Lewis’s driver's room once again.
“Ask your question, Nico”. He had completely forgotten about the game, but he already knew his question before he even won.
“Why did you say it? Why did you say my name for the first time in years and cause me to do some of the craziest things I’ve done?”
Lewis can’t help but laugh at Nico’s wild hand expressions as he tries to convey his point. Nico just stares at Lewis, bewildered by his reaction; he honestly thought this would be a bit more serious.
“Why do you think I said your name?” This wasn’t the game. Lewis doesn’t get to redirect.
“Ah, no hiding, Lewis, please just be honest with me”.
The expression on Lewis’s face changes, the flicker of humour gone. Replaced by seriousness and something he swears he saw the night he walked away from all of this.
“I said it because I wanted you to know that I still think about you. What I didn’t anticipate, though, was you flying here, or you hopping in a Ferrari and driving in an actual practice session. Me saying your name was a desperate attempt for me to get you back in my life, and it clearly worked. I just hope I haven’t made some monumental mistake, and for all I know, you probably still hate me for 2016”.
Nico is in disbelief, and Lewis is completely clueless. “Lewis, I don’t fly halfway across the world unless I’m desperate, also. You saying my name during that interview was the first glimmer of hope that I allowed myself to believe that you had forgiven me for walking away. Today just made me realise how much I miss us. I don’t hate you, I never did. How could I hate you when I’ve been in love with you for so many years? Fuck Lewis, my heart beats for you; it never stopped even while we have been apart. My heart yearns for yours, and that will never change. In 2016, we could have had both, yet we didn’t even let ourselves think about our happiness; it was the championship or nothing. Our love was not what destroyed us; it's what's bringing us back together, and I’ll be damned if I let you go another time. I’m not putting myself through that again. Lewis, you are my brightest star, just fucking take a chance on me, otherwise I swear to god I will make you regret making me fly halfway across the world for nothing but empty promises”.
By the end, he’s out of breath, and Lewis is looking at him, completely astonished. “You, Nico Rosberg, will one day be the death of me. I should have said your name unprovoked years ago if I had known this would be the response. Of course, I still fucking love you, how could I not? You’re it for me, Nico. There has never been anyone else. I can’t get enough of you, and the way you drove today was so fucking hot, and it made…”
Lewis stops dead in his tracks, the next words forbidden, and Nico could already tell what they were. “Were you about to say that my driving and being on the track with me today made you hard?”
Lewis’s eyes refuse to meet his own, so he forces the matter. He walks over to Lewis, places his hand against his cheek and tilts his face upwards. Lewis’s pupils are blown, the desire evident, and Nico is too weak of a man to stop himself. Their lips collide in a fierce battle, their bodies insistent as hands begin to roam over places that had never seen the light of day. He teases Lewis’s bottom lip, earning a low moan as he tries to press his body closer, even if there's no space left to fill. He can feel Lewis’s bulge pressing against his lower abdomen, and his brain short-circuits, because he's the only one in the world who has the power to reduce Lewis to this, a man drunk on pleasure.
He pushes Lewis backwards, the couch catching his fall as he straddles his hips, looking down at Lewis and God dam, hell must have broken loose. Beneath him lies a disheveled man with swollen lips, whose curls have escaped their clutches, and Nico memorises the sight. He experimentally grinds his hips against Lewis, who groans at the new sensation, and he does it on repeat, the desire in the room growing exponentially.
“Nico”, Lewis stutters breathlessly. “I have 30 minutes till qualifying, and no matter how much I would rather be here with you, I have a job to do”.
It aches to pull away, but he understands as he offers Lewis a hand and pulls him off the couch. Yet Lewis doesn't leave just yet, their foreheads press together as Lewis takes one of his hands and lays a gentle kiss on his palm. That's when he notices it, the faintest glint of gold against Lewis’s chest and his heart surges. “You still have it”.
In their final season together, before everything turned toxic, he had given Lewis a copy of his house key. It was a promise, one that words didn’t need to convey, and he thought Lewis would have gotten rid of it years ago, the promise long forgotten, but clearly he was wrong.
“It was the last thing I had left that you had given me. I didn’t have you, I didn’t have my drive and this was the thing that made me feel the closest to you, even if we were miles apart. I don’t remember when I started wearing it, but it's been with me at every race since. You see now why I fought back against the F1 jewelry policy; it was because of this. I couldn’t take it off because the moment I did, it would be like giving up on the future that this key originally promised, and I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t give up my last bit of hope that someday the key would bring me home and unlock my heart once more”.
Nico is lost for words as he picks up the key between his fingers and twists it gingerly. “So is it the key or me that holds your heart?” Lewis laughs, peppering a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You, always you”. He reluctantly pulls away, separating requires all the strength he has as he places his hand on the doorknob, but he doesn’t turn it, not yet, as he turns to Lewis over his shoulder.
“You’ll come find me after”. He doesn’t know why he asks; maybe he just needs some reassurance that this is all real.
“Oh, most definitely, I’m going to blow off my engineering meeting and be uncontactable for the rest of the night. I don’t care what they need, I just want to be with you”. He feels the smile widen on his face as he wishes Lewis goodbye and walks away. In a few hours, Lewis will come to him and, if he has anything to say about it. Lewis will be beneath him once again, or it will be him beneath Lewis. He’s not entirely sure which it will be, but he can’t wait to find out.
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He doesn’t know if his presence was a good luck charm because for the first time in years Lewis secures pole position, and when he hears Lewis’s conversation with his engineer when it’s broadcast, he can hear the elation. Yet he also knows that Lewis was a nervous wreck when he got on pole; the pressure was always higher, and he had a plan to ease the tension. It was highly unconventional, but it would make Lewis relax completely, and he has a feeling that Lewis hasn’t given himself a chance to breathe in a long time.
Lewis does his media commitments, half-heartedly, he must admit. His mind completely elsewhere, he can feel the weight of Nico’s body on top of his, the sensations engraved into his brain, and he knows he needs to get out of here soon, before he combusts. He asks Charles to cover for him at the engineering meeting, and the younger man gives him a knowing look while nodding in response. He all but runs out of the garage; he probably looks like a man possessed to the people in the paddock, yet they don’t know that he's in love and has finally gotten the man of his dreams.
So he keeps on running, his feet pounding on the pavement, as he zig-zags through the crowds. Then he sees a flash of bright blond hair, and he runs faster, and Nico obviously hears him coming as Nico turns to him, his arms open, and he runs into them willingly. Nico’s arms wrap around him tightly as he buries his face in the crook of Nico’s neck and just basks in the moment. He can hear people whispering around them, but he couldn’t give a fuck as he pulls back to finally meet Nico’s gaze.
“From now on, you have to be at every race weekend. Toto always used to tell me that you were the reason I raced as hard as I did, and now I believe that he was right. When you are around everything just clicks into place”.
Nico laughs, but he also crooks an eyebrow, and he feels a but coming. “Except for 2016”.
“Except for 2016”. Lewis laughs as he says it, because Nico was right, he had always been right, Lewis had just been too stubborn and arrogant to admit it. For the second time today, Nico offers him his hand, and right away, he links their hands together. For a second, he admires their joint hands and then, before he realises it, he's running once again, but this time they're running through the paddock, their hands intertwined and desperate to get back to Lewis’s hotel.
The drive back to the hotel feels like torture as he grips the steering wheel hard, his knuckles white as he’s extremely conscious of Nico’s hand resting on his inner thigh. The heat is radiating through his jeans, and he can feel a blush starting to make its way up his body. Then he feels Nico’s hand inching ever so closer, and he tries to swat it away, but to no luck, as it trails higher until all it would take is one small movement and Nico would be palming him through his pants.
“Nico”. He says it as a warning, not because he doesn’t want it to happen, but because he can’t trust himself not to lose control of the car that he is currently driving if Nico starts to give him a hand-job. Nico pulls back hesitantly, his hand now resting over his own on the great shift, and he lets out a sigh of relief as he smashes his foot against the accelerator and turns the 20-minute journey into a 10-minute one as he pulls into the hotel parking lot. Never in his life had he climbed out of a car as fast as he did in that moment. He takes Nico’s hands and sneaks through the back entrance as they take the service elevator to his floor. Being known does have its privileges sometimes. The moment he opens his door, he drags Nico inside and pushes him against the door, which slams shut from the force of two bodies colliding with it. Their lips connect in an instant, the tension from earlier rearing to full force as they get lost in the sensations coursing through their veins.
Lewis kisses like he’s desperate, his mouth moving on its own accord as his brain continues to catch up. He’s lost in the unique taste of Nico as he captures every one of Nico’s moans with his own as he places one of his legs between them, which causes Nico to whimper when his groin makes contact. The noises that Nico makes send blood straight down to his own cock, which is rapidly becoming painful in the confines of his pants. He grabs Nico by the hips and hoists him upwards, wrapping his legs around his back, and when their groins grind together for the first time, he can’t even describe it. This is what he has been missing.
He grinds their bodies together, the friction divine as his legs start to become jelly. He pivots, moving them away from the door, the adrenaline running through him as he playfully chucks Nico onto the king-sized bed. He takes a second to run his gaze over Nico, his perfect hair askew, while his lips are swollen, and he can’t miss the bulge straining against Nico’s own pants, and it makes him completely come undone.
He pounces, his hands working frantically at Nico’s belt while the other man makes quick work of both of their shirts. Then, before he knows it, Nico is laid bare beneath him, and it's an unholy sight. The sculpted abs from 2016 are still defined, but not as pronounced, and he runs his hands over them. Nico tenses beneath him, but slowly relaxes as Lewis works his body like a finely tuned piano. He makes Nico moan when he leans down and captures one of his nipples in his mouth. He teases it, licking playfully and biting down, which makes Nico squirm. He loves it, having this much power but this is not a championship fight and he needs to remember that.
He moves downwards, kissing every inch of skin while his hands trail to places that have never been explored and then, before he knows it, his mouth hovers over the one thing he had dreamt about for years and fuck he really had screwed up all those years ago, because he could have had all this if he had just played nicely. He stands quickly to disregard the rest of his clothes and then kneels between Nico’s spread legs. Nico’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, and Lewis was always weak when it came to Nico as he leaned down to get a taste.
The taste that explodes in his mouth causes his synapses to fire as he moves one of his hands to Nico’s cock, who groans at the sensation as he gives it a few strokes. Pre-cum trickles out of the slit slowly, as he uses his tongue to clean it away, which makes Nico buck his hips beneath him.
“Lewis please”
He had denied Nico for ten years; it was finally time for Lewis to give him the one thing he never gave up on. He finally takes Nico into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and breathing through his nose as he takes him as far as he can take him without triggering his gag reflex. He moans when he realises what he is doing, which causes Nico to buck his hips slightly, which in turn makes him take Nico another inch. He relaxes his body and concentrates on taking Nico to the hilt. He uses his tongue, tracing the underside of Nico’s cock as he uses one of his hands and begins to fondle Nico’s balls, which earns a deep moan from the man.
He elicits more and more moans out of Nico as he finally takes Nico deep into his throat until his nose is pressed against his pubic bone. His eyes water slightly from the sheer size of Nico as he begins to bob his head in a steady rhythm. Nico is a writhing mess, desperate to fuck his mouth, but isn’t out of the fear that he will hurt him. He uses his hand that isn’t fondling Nico’s balls and gives him a gentle tap on the hip, telling him that he's okay, and that shatters Nico’s resistance.
Nico begins to fuck his throat earnestly, and he takes it, as he swipes his tongue over Nico’s tip each time he pulls out. Then he feels Nico’s hand slide into his hair, forcing him deeper, and he’s gone. His brain completely quits on him, as he runs on autopilot, letting Nico do whatever he wants, no matter how many tears spill from his eyes. Never has someone pulled on his hair like that, and it’s only later that he will realise that he likes his hair pulled during sex, and Nico will most certainly take notice of that fact.
Nico fucks his throat faster, his moans become whimpers, and his thrusts become erratic. With one final thrust, Nico pushes Lewis’s head down and cums straight down his throat, and Lewis doesn’t waste a single drop. When he pulls off, he licks his lips obscenely, which makes Nico’s cock twitch even after just cumming.
“Holy shit, Nico”. His voice is rough after misuse as he takes a second to gather his breath and wipe the tears away. Nico, seeing the red around his eyes, gathers him in his arms and holds him close, trailing his fingers through his hair. An apology was about to be directed towards him, but he quickly shushes Nico as he presses their lips together in a chaste kiss.
He had intended for the kiss to be delicate and gentle, but his own cock is painfully hard as he gets lost in the way Nico’s body begins to move against him once again. He is a man fueled by his desires as he pushes Nico back against the bed and holds his wrists above his head. He moves until his mouth playfully brushes the shell of Nico’s ear as he finds his voice.
“How hard do you think I will have to fuck you to have you screaming my name for the rest of the night?”
Nico moans at his words, a shudder of his body betraying him as he can feel Nico’s cock growing half-hard against him.
“Answer me, love”.
Nico finally meets his gaze as he watches him take a quick but unsteady breath. “Hard, especially after the orgasm I just had. Are you up to the task, Lewis?”
Damm this man and his ability to press him. He strikes quickly, using the element of surprise to flip Nico onto his stomach, and begins to leave a trail of kisses down Nico’s spine. Nico adjusts himself firmly onto his hands and knees as Lewis quickly reaches into the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube he stored there. He opens the bottle hastily, as he trails his hands down to Nico’s hole, teasing it slightly, causing Nico to drop his head from the sensitivity of it all. He slicks his fingers, rubbing them together slightly, warming up the lube as he places two against Nico’s hole. Nico whines under his touch, and that's enough for him to slowly press his fingers in as he admires the way Nico takes him. He quickly gets to work opening Nico up, scissoring him wide and crooking his fingers in search of that one spot that will have Nico screaming his name. He knows he finds it when Nico lets out a low moan, his back arching from the pleasure spreading through his body. He soon adds a third finger and then a fourth. Nico spreads obscenely wide around his fingers, and he loves it. He withdraws them slowly, Nico whimpering from the loss. He lubes up his own cock, giving it a couple of strokes before lining up. He pushes in slowly, torturous, yet he won’t hurt Nico, never again. Before he knows it, he's buried to the hilt inside of him, and he lets Nico adjust to his size. He’s big, above average, and he knows Nico can feel it.
When Nico tells him that he can move, he sets a gentle pace, lazily thrusting in and out as he finds his rhythm. Yet, from this angle, it doesn’t allow him to go deep enough, and he wants to give Nico everything. He loops one of his arms around Nico’s chest and pulls him upward until his back settles against his front. Nico moans at the angle as it causes his cock to press against Nico’s prostate directly, and it causes his own cock to twitch violently, knowing he is the one capable of reducing Nico to nothing, but a man fueled by his own desire. This time, when he pulls out, he slams back in hard, burying himself as deep as he can reach. He repeats this process, quickly finding a hard rhythm as Nico soon begins to meet his thrusts.
His hand slides up Nico’s chest until it situates itself around his throat. He experimentally adds pressure, which earns a deep moan from Nico as his head falls back against his shoulder. He places his lips against Nico’s neck, kissing the skin as he speeds up his own thrusts, enjoying the whines and moans Nico is making at his ministrations. He can tell Nico is getting close, his hole rapidly becoming a vice around his cock, and it makes it harder to keep his own climax at bay, as he can feel it slowly rising to the surface.
“Lewis, please” Never in his life did he think Nico would resort to begging, but here he was, Nico was riding his cock and begging for release. He would be a fool to deny such a request. He moves his other hand that was resting against Nico’s hip and wraps it around Nico’s aching cock. He runs his thumb over the tip, which elicits a noise from Nico that he can’t discern if it was a whimper or a cry as he arches into his touch while still riding him hard. He suddenly wishes that there was a mirror in this hotel room so Nico could see how depraved he was. This was the man who didn’t know it yet, but he would give up everything for him. He had been ready for a while now and now he finally had the missing piece.
He times his strokes with his thrusts as Nico slowly begins to unravel under his touch. A few strokes later, Nico clenches hard around him as he hears his name screamed from Nico’s lips for the first time. Ropes of cum cover his hand as Lewis fucks Nico through his climax. He can’t hold back any longer as his own climax roars to life as he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep in Nico’s ass. They collapse together against the bed; their limbs tangled in the sheets as they come down from their high. He pulls Nico close, his cock still buried inside him, but eventually he does pull out, and Nico takes a deep breath in, mourning the loss.
Nico turns to face him, their foreheads resting together as they find the words that had been buried deep in their hearts. It shouldn’t be a shock to anyone that they muttered the same sentence at the same time.
“I love you”. Their joint laughter filled the room as Lewis quickly shut them both up by joining their mouths back together in a slow kiss. Their mouths moved together like a symphony as his heartbeat rapidly in his chest.
“Nico, after this year, I’m done”. He says quietly into the space between them. Nico meets his eyes; he can see the shock displayed clearly. “What brought this on?” Nico asks him curiously, like he can’t believe that the great Lewis Hamilton is going to retire.
“I’ve achieved everything, Nico, there are no goals or achievements left and now that I finally have the last missing piece of my heart, I’m content to let it all go”.
He sees realisation settle over Nico’s face as the man pulls him impossibly closer. “I guess I’m glad to be the missing piece then”. He chuckles into Nico’s neck as sleep slowly begins to claim him. They will worry about the mess later, tonight, he has found peace, the tension in his bones is gone, and tomorrow he will worry about the race. Tonight is for them, and he will never get enough of holding Nico in his arms as his heart beats for their future.